#fitz's cursed thoughts

[fitzfunnymoments]

Just wanted to say thank you To everyone who has been patient with me while I'm going through the process of healing!! Trying to heal from what my ex friend put me through has been. VERY hard, but I'm slowly getting better I think

#fitz's cursed thoughts #it's especially hard since I've been like this for years now #I'm definitely doing ebtter than i was a few years ago rhat's for sure #REALLY hoping this will be the year I start making some more progress #I know I don't really. talk to anyone often #and when I do I don't say much #but hopefully I'll get to the point where I canntalk more often soon!! :]

[doobea]

✰⋆⁺★ WE KEEP THIS LOVE IN A PHOTOGRAPH ─ CHOSO KAMO

synopsis: you're serious about getting an A for your photography class. so serious that you end up fake dating your best friend. and, well, it gets out of hand.

contents: no curse AU, gn!reader, sfw, fluff, mr ed scares me but his songs are corny bops, friends to lovers + fake dating, choso has been secretly pinning but waits for you to make first move hehe, a satosugu kfc joke thrown in here, i always make my readers a stem major but they're an artsy major here, i feel like choso will always be some sort of chem major in my stories because it just works???, kinda PROOF'D, i finished writing this at 4am... word count: 3.8K (crazy ik) a/n: i love him, i love him, i love him sm *explodes* songs related to this fic: out of my league by fitz and the tantrums + photograph by ed sheeran

The best part about majoring in photography is that you’ve enjoyed every single project you’re given. This year, your professor explained that she wanted all of her students’ projects to always follow a specific theme — happiness, sadness, anger, etc. And, throughout the year, you’ve gotten nothing but A’s on all of them. It’s something you’re proud about, something that you didn’t hesitate to tell your best friend Choso when he had asked about it the first time around. 

However, this straight A streak might soon come to a stop as the end of the semester wraps up. Your professor had just gotten engaged a few weeks ago and today's the first time she’s returning back to classes from her honeymoon, which she hasn’t stopped gloating over. She’s happy and you’re happy for her, you really are, but the themes of the projects for this class usually revolves around what she’s feeling and, unfortunately for you, the last theme just happens to be—

“Love!” your professor writes the word in big pink letters on the chalkboard and you immediately hear half of the class cheering and half of them groaning. Safe to say, you’re part of the other half.

“Oh, c’mon guys,” she frowns before pointing to her diamond engagement ring. “Love is amazing, it’s beautiful, it’s everlasting—”

“Some of us are single, you know?” one student calls out, several others joining in right after. “What if we don’t have a partner?”

It’s a valid point. This project will be a piece of cake for anyone in a relationship. Half of the class will probably submit a folder with selfies with their partners. And, given that your professor is in a particular good mood for this assignment, it’ll be an easy A. You, on the other hand, have nothing to submit because you’re not dating anyone. If somehow your professor suggests taking photos of your crushes, then that’ll be really fucking weird.

“You don’t have to be in a relationship for this project to work,” she explains with a smile. “For example, you could always submit pictures of your crushes.”

Fuck that.

“Kinda borderline stalkerish,” your thoughts slip out quite audibly.

Other students around you quickly agree while the other half of the class is arguing to keep the theme. Your professor opens her mouth to protest but only ends up shutting it again.

“Okay,” she laughs nervously before clapping her hands together in an attempt to calm everyone down. “If anyone would like a modification to this assignment, just send me an email by the end of the day and I’ll make a slight adjustment.” she says seriously. 

That seems to work as some of your classmates are already typing away on their laptops. You’re tempted to join the list, not out of frustration of being single, but rather because you’re not sure if getting an A is possible this time. You’re wondering if you should even bother asking Choso to be your little guinea pig, but that would probably be asking a lot from someone who already has a lot on their plate. Plus, it would be really weird to actually ask your crush to be your pretend boyfriend.

“How was class?”

“Fine.”

Choso cocks a brow as he slides into the dining booth across from you. He has a brightly assorted platter consisting of various vegetables and a fat salmon filet. He’s been lecturing to you about healthy eating habits a week ago after catching his half-brother downing a bunch of fried foods and burgers. What a health nut. Which is why he splits his sides of vegetables and adds some on your sparse plate when he sees you have nothing but a lonely scoop of pasta and fries.

“No, seriously, tell me what’s wrong,” and he gives you that look where you know you can’t make up an excuse out of it. 

You gracefully jab your fork at some of the oven roasted carrots he placed down, chewing and swallowing them in a way that made it seem like they kidnapped your entire family. And, fuck, they taste really good.

“My professor told us about the final project today,” you start, eyes focusing only on your plate and avoiding your best friend at all costs.

“Yeah?” Choso slices a piece of the salmon off and plates it on top of your pasta. “What about it?”

You briefly frown at the action, feeling your cheeks burn up shamelessly because why does he have to be so attentive and perfect?

“The theme is ‘Love’ and… well, I don’t really have anyone.” you cringe, poking at the salmon until it shreds apart. 

Your friend goes silent, making a low humming sound as if deep in thought. After some pauses, Choso speaks up, “What about crushes? Or celebrities?”

Your eyes immediately flick to his face at the word ‘crush’ but you steel yourself before your emotions betray you. You begin coughing into your fist, pretending to be choking on a piece of noodle before downing your glass of water. 

“That’ll be weird, dude. I can’t just take a photo of my crush and I feel like celebrities would just be a shitty cop out.” Sadly, you’re quite the model student in your major, and you’re not going to half-ass a project just because it’ll still give you a passing grade.

“So, what’s your plan?” Choso asks genuinely.

You purse your lips together, shrinking back into your seat, gaze now downcast again. “I’m not sure… I’ve been doing really well in that class and, well, it would suck seeing a C on this assignment after all the hard work I’ve done.” you answer honestly. 

He’s silent again and you can feel his foot tapping against yours underneath the table. Choso doesn’t show emotion easily on his face unless provoked, but you can tell he’s really focused on finding some sort of solution because he’s chewing the insides of his cheeks, brows slightly creased under his bangs, and the tattoo on his nose is slightly scrunched up. You probably think he looks the same when he’s taking his exams and, for some reason, it makes you kinda happy that he’s putting this much effort into this silly dilemma. Though, makes you also feel slightly guilty, too. 

“Hey,” you put up your hands in defeat and laugh. “It’s alright, Cho. Unless you volunteer to be my fake boyfriend and I take cheesy selfies with you, I don’t think you gotta do anything for me.”

“No, I can do that.”

You go into a coughing fit again. “I-I’m sorry?”

“Well,” this time Choso looks slightly flustered, hand rubbing the back of his neck and the other drumming away on the tabletop. “If that gets you an A, then I’ll do it for you. If, you know, you’re okay with that?” When you don’t give him an immediate answer, Choso waves his hands dismissively in the air, shaking his head, “Actually, never mind, it’s a dumb idea.”

No, it’s a genius idea. An idea that you thought only existed in your fantasies. And, now, you can’t stop thinking about actually doing it. “We can do that,” you say quietly, swallowing a heavy lump. “A few sappy photoshoots and then we call it, yeah?”

Choso nods slowly. “Anything for that A, right?”

“Right,” you echo back.

The first photo shoot occurs pretty soon after the proposal. Choso had suggested that a dinner date would be a good start and he just happened to make a quick reservation at Kentucky Fried de Chicken, or KFC for short. He’s heard good reviews from his classmate Suguru prior and texted you its details.

Business casual, ambient lighting, and live jazz music. You’re starting to wonder if he’s taking this more seriously than you are.

The fancy restaurant is way fancier than you originally anticipated. It’s the type of fancy that only the richest of the rich would go to, definitely not where a bunch of college students like yourselves would hang around in. Still, it’s impressive that Choso managed to find a spot last minute. You hope to order just a mini appetizer to split and pray that they don’t charge for a glass of water like some places do.

“Fuck,” your eyes feel like they’re about to jump out when you breeze over the menu. “How do people justify these prices?”

Choso stifles a groan of his own, probably thinking about losing a week’s worth of pay to a side he can’t even pronounce. “Nepo babies,” he answers bitterly.

“Ugh, Suguru probably made Satoru pay for everything…” you mumbled. “Not that he would mind, I guess. He’s practically the definition of old money.”

“Sorry, next time I’ll pick somewhere less… flashy,” Choso frowns, seemingly disappointed in himself.

You feel a wave of guilt hit again. Shit, you didn’t mean to make him feel bad or poor on this pretend date. Hell, you can barely afford student housing but you would probably spend the last of your money in your bank account to treat Choso out. You’re under the delusion that he’s doing that right now. But, if anything, you should probably cover for most of it because it’s your project, not his.

You lightly kick his feet, careful enough to not scuff his only pair of loafers. “No, I’m sorry. This,” you motion to the hanging chandelier above the table and towards the live band across the room. “This is perfect, Choso. I’m gonna be jealous of your future partner.” you say fondly but also exasperated. 

This makes him tense up, and you’re wondering if somehow he does have someone in mind. You’re about to ask, but the waiter swings by with two glasses of lemon water and a side of complementary towels. When the waiter starts asking for your orders and you respond with ‘just the broccolini’, he gives you an eye roll and scribbles the dish down with most likely a complaint added to it. 

“Budget tight, I see.” the staff comments before moving to a busier table of actual business men.

You stick out a tongue once he’s out of sight. “Budget tight?” you mock his tone and Choso laughs from across. “Dude, the broccolini costs as much as a full tank of gas in this economy and he wants to complain about the size of our wallets?”

“Half of a tank of gas,” Choso corrects and waves his wallet around. “You’re my date for tonight, I think it’s fair that I pay.”

Your cheeks flush at his words and you’re glad that it’s dark otherwise Choso would probably think you’re having a fever right now. You swallow thickly, “Let me pay, you already cover for Yuuji’s groceries.”

“How about I pay for this and you can cover for the next photo shoot?” Well, you can’t really argue with that logic, as much as you do want to.

“I, ugh, okay fine,” and to lighten up the mood, you add, “As your date, it’s your job to spoil me tonight.”

Choso laughs a little, seemingly satisfied by your answer. “Yeah, I know.”

The broccolini ends up tasting subpar. But you both knew that, afterall, you couldn’t afford any of the entrees on the menu without going into debt. You split half of the dish, which really isn’t that much to begin with — maybe like three pieces for each person. You’ve seen Choso eat before, you practically have lunch and dinner with him almost every single day, but something about this feels entirely different.

He’s more careful, using the comically gold plated silverware to cut into the dish and making sure he doesn’t make a mess. There’s a certain softness in his eyes when he looks up, asking if the food is okay, if it’s too salty and if he should order more. Obviously, you say no, because you’re not the type to take advantage of his kindness, no matter how much he persists. When you manage to get a bit of sauce on your cheeks, he subconsciously reaches over and swipes it away with his thumb, only then do you smell his rich cologne and see that he’s freshly shaven in the face. It makes your dumb heart do even dumber flips until you remind yourself that it’s just for a class project.

The rest of the 'date' goes surprisingly well. Of course it does – you’re with your best friend, and the topic of fake dating doesn’t come up again in the night. You both end up making stupid games with each other about inventing fake backstories for all the rich old people in the restaurant, and you both have to bite down on your hands from laughing too loud.

It feels like a normal hangout but, in your mind, it’s so much more.

After another futile attempt to fight for the bill, Choso wins, and you both start leaving. You’re lagging behind him, hands fiddling on your camera settings as you look through the few photos you manage to take during the meal. The dim lighting makes Choso look moodier than usual, but the images still feel stiff and doesn’t really capture the whole ‘love’ theme. 

You only look up again when Choso tugs on your sleeves, dragging you gently out the revolving doors and finally into the cool, night air, and you can’t help but gasp.

Choso blinks and his hands fly to his face, rubbing around for any traces of green florets. “Is there something on my face?”

“Don’t move,” you angle your camera, getting down to one knee and making sure the moonlight is shining directly at his sides because he looks absolutely ethereal right now.

The camera releases its shutters several times, taking at least ten photos in case one of them ends up looking bad, which is practically impossible because it’s Choso — but you’re not going to tell him that. Satisfied with the outcome, you rush up to him, bumping into his shoulder, and eagerly present the finished results.

“One of these is definitely going into the project,” you huff out with pride and Choso nods besides you.

“I’m not usually the type to have photos of myself but these are good,” he agrees. “Mind sending a few over?”

“Yeah,” you give him a soft smile and laugh.

You decide to save the first one for your portfolio and leave the other nine for your memories.

The second photo shoot ends up being domestic themed. Which is way better than paying for an overpriced meal.

It’s the weekend and also your monthly movie night marathon with Choso, so both of you are currently laying on either end of the couch in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and sweats. You decide, in order to fit the theme, that the perfect movie series to put on is the After series.

“Did you know that this first started out as a One Direction fanfic?” you huddle your knees close to your chest, eyes practically glued to the screen as the introduction plays.

“Is that why the reviews are bad?” he jabs.

Your eyes widen, scooting close to his side and pinching his arm as punishment for looking up the movie prior. “Hey, you’re supposed to go into this blind.”

“You’ve already read it though,” Choso counters and nudges you back. 

“Yeah, and you haven’t,” you roll your eyes and somehow neither of you comment how close your bodies are. 

You understand why they have to change the names of the characters due to copyright laws but you can’t help but to cringe at the replacement names. Harry is now Hardin, Zyan is now Zed, and Liam is now Landon. And the acting? Pretty bad. Possibly even worse compared to the Sharknado marathon you both had last month.

“That’s,” you pull out your fingers to count, “like the fifth sex scene within the past hour.”

In the middle of it, when Choso is pressed up against you, you decide it’s picture time. You raise the camera to fit you both, and throw up a peace sign, because why not? It’ll make a cute photo.

Or so you think until impulsively, Choso leans down and plants a chaste kiss on your head.

The photo ends up looking comically cute, with his eyes closed and your surprised look, but you're pretty much trying to keep yourself together from exploding on the spot.

“Sorry,” he pulls back, and there’s a heavy blush running across his cheeks as he says, “I thought it would look good and fit the theme.”

“R-Right,” you sharply inhale a breath as you wordlessly lean back into his touch, continuing the film without bringing up the kiss again.

When the third film starts playing, Choso ends up falling asleep on your shoulder, and you take it upon yourself to steal yourself a kiss on his forehead, somehow convincing yourself it’s for the project without even taking a photo.

“Have you ever, I dunno, thought about the fact that he likes you back?” Nobara asks bluntly during one particular evening at the library. 

“Shh!” You press a finger on her lips, ignoring her muffled whines as you try to control the rapid beating from your chest. “Not so loud!”

Nobara sighs and pulls back, pen gliding across her notebook and draws a shitty version of you and Choso in the middle of the page. “This is you, and this is him,” she points at the figures before doodling hearts above. “This is you and him from everyone’s point of view—so disgustingly in love that it makes all of us physically vomit sometimes,” she says this in the nicest way possible.

“Dude,” you frown and hide your face behind a textbook, fearing that other students would overhear. “He doesn’t like me like that. We’ve been friends since forever and I feel like if we make a move on each other then our dynamic will be fucked.”

She blinks, unfazed by your frenzied state, and sighs again. “Keep telling yourself that.” Nobara rips out the doodle and slides it across the desk to you. You begrudgingly accept it, shoving it in your bag. “When are you guys meeting up? You have one more photo shoot, right?”

“Later tonight, in his dorm,” you mumble shyly, feeling yourself growing smaller at that fact.

Nobara snorts. “A sex photo shoot?”

“No!” and you slap a hand over your mouth once several students hush you. “No.” you repeat, softer this time.

She laughs and doesn’t push the conversation any further. “Mhm, okay, okay.”

A few hours later and you're browsing around in his dorm room, trying to understand some of his organic chemistry notes but all it does is makes your brain hurt.

“I don’t get how you’re able to do this,” you plop down on his bed, staring hard at the back of Choso’s head as he pulls out an earbud, chuckling at your frustration. 

“I can teach you,” he offers, to which you immediately decline. “Or not, that’s cool, too.”

It bothers you a little of how normal everything is. You’ve definitely moved on from the kiss. Definitely. Not like you replayed it every day of your life for the past week. Not at all. Completely moved on. Yeah. Maybe Choso’s doing the same thing? Or, maybe he’s completely engrossed in his studies and you’re just a sick, sick friend who’s using your best friend? Yeah, maybe that’s it.

You clear your throat after a few beats in silence. “What did you have in mind?”

Choso hums in thought before shrugging. “Maybe capture something personal in my dorm? I think that’ll work.” Then, he gets up and excuses himself to the bathroom. “If you’re hungry, I have some snacks in my drawers. Be back in a second.”

When the door shuts, you let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. You’ve been in his room plenty of times and, after everything, it’s so hard to keep yourself composed around him. Ugh, this project wasn’t supposed to make you feel anything.

You take up his offer and start rummaging through his drawers. The top drawer consists of nothing but graphing paper and his carefully curated pens and pencils. His second drawer holds his other lab notebooks and extra scrap paper with scribbled notes. As you approach his third and final drawer, your gaze falls to an old photograph of you and Choso back in middle school on his desk.

It’s tucked away in the corner, just behind his lamp, and it’s a fond memory. Your arms are wrapped around his waist, his body slightly lifted above the ground, and your face looks absolutely constipated as you were trying your hardest to hold him. Choso, on the other hand, looks like he was about to burst into flames. Without thinking, you grab your camera and capture his desk, zooming in on the photo as the focal point. It’s slightly out of focus and a bit shaken up, like you couldn’t keep your hands still when you were taking it, but it’s perfect.

The following day you submit your portfolio, along with the rest of your classmates. Some complaining about how unfair the project was, some boasting about how it’s the easiest assignment out of the year, and some—you—are a bundle of nerves.

It’s not until the end of the week, where you’re having dinner with Choso in the dining hall, that you receive an email notification stating that grades are finally posted. 

You jolt from your seat, swallowing the last bits of roasted vegetables on your platter, before checking your grades. One. Two. Three… when the site loads, you practically screech in celebration.

“I got the A!”

“Congrats,” Choso smiles softly before it fades away, replaced by a nervous laugh and then a frown. “I’m sorry about kissing you the other day.”

Wow, that’s not exactly what you were expecting.

You choke on your drink but he continues, “I can tell you’ve been acting weird since then. And I think I stepped out of the line doing it. I’m sorry.”

Fuck, what are you supposed to say to that?

You scratch the back of your neck, face now equally as warm as his. “Don’t apologize, I’m actually kinda glad you did…”

He blinks. “You are?”

“Yeah,” you nod and Choso flushes more at that.

Then, his eyebrows shoot up. “You like me?”

“A lot,” and he gets even redder. God, he has no idea how much you’re madly in love with him.

“So, I guess we can start taking photos together like an actual couple then?”

You laugh, not fully believing that this is how your confession gets to be known. “Yeah, I guess we can.”

Looking back at every photo, every longing moment to the lingering touches, kisses, and the methodical layout of his room, you wonder if there was a moment where you faked your feelings for one another. The simple answer is no, to anyone, these photographs only contain unconditional love.

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The Rare Bookseller Part 34: Fitz's Curtain Call

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June 1905

TW: mind control, captivity

"So here's how I see it, sir," said Fitz, walking down the hallway of the auction house alongside Miss Lily. "You want money, a motivation I'm well equipped to understand. I want an easy life with a rich, soft-hearted vampire. Putting aside the part where you kidnapped and brainwashed me, our interests align."

"They do indeed," said Miss Lily with a wicked grin. "I'm so glad you turned out to be so very reasonable."

Fitz, of course, was trying to cover up his terror with bluster, a technique he had honed very well over years of confidence schemes. He could feel the tug of the vampire thrall, feel it dampening his urges to escape or resist, feel it lulling his mind into submission. And it felt good, that was the worst part about it -- so easy to let his mind drift away from him, to dream about his newfound desire for fangs to sink deep in his neck. That particular fantasy was hard to deny, something akin to hunger or lust, filling his all too eager thoughts with the image of offering himself, and --

Shit. He had to stay focused. God damn these annoying, powerful, sexy, desirable vampires.

The enthrallment he'd been placed under hadn't done enough for his nerves. He still felt like he did the night before a big opening. Normally, the danger of an audience not liking him was that he'd be going hungry. Now, the danger was much, much more acute.

"Penny for your thoughts?" said Miss Lily, ruffling his hair. "You think too much for a thrall."

"Yes, the blessing and the curse you've afforded me," he said. "...Not that I'm complaining about the spell I'm under. Sir." He was fairly certain he still had something like wit to his name, and didn't want to encourage Miss Lily to change her mind on that point.

"So then, what are you thinking about?"

"The preparations for your little vampire soiree, sir," he said. "I was hoping I'd get a chance to take a shower and comb my hair. After all, it might be my final curtain call."

"So dramatic." Miss Lily laughed. Well, easy for her to do when she wasn't the one being sold. "Don't worry, you have an appointment with our chief stylist."

Fitz's eyes narrowed. He watched as a vampire led a group of empty-eyed thralls down the hall, all of them dressed in simple linens and looking like they hadn't been washed in days. "Are you serious about having a chief stylist, or are you pulling my leg, sir?"

"Oh, I'm very serious. I told you several times that you're prize merchandise."

"Lovely. So how does one style prize merchandise for vampires, sir? Am I going to be trussed up and placed on a silver platter, with an apple in my mouth for garnish?"

"No."

"Of course not, the platter wouldn't be silver. Gold, then, sir."

"It's actually traditional for high quality thralls to be put in fancy ball dress to be sold off."

"Well, you're in great luck, sir. Despite my intimidating masculinity, I actually pull off a dress very well." He was speaking from experience on this, as he'd had to wear all sorts of women's costumes for various theatrical and hiding-from-cops reasons. "They're all very low cut, I assume, to better show off the neck?"

"Oh, you do catch on quickly."

Miss Lily showed him in to a large, sumptuous dressing room, the kind that would be the envy of any of the small-time theaters he'd performed in. There was an impressively formidable vanity covered in all sorts of makeup, some of it very expensive-looking, but what really caught Fitz's eye were the racks of elaborate ball gowns. Miss Lily certainly wasn't pulling his leg about that particular detail.

"Hello, Florence!" said Miss Lily with the cheer of a woman who was about to have a very lucrative evening. "I've brought my special project for you!"

"Special project indeed," said the older woman, scrutinizing Fitz with a practiced eye like a jeweler appraising a stone. "Well, he's handsome, at least."

"Oh, you've got a good eye," said Fitz with a grin. "It's vitally important that I'm dressed to impress, sir, and I want to accentuate my finer points, of which I have many. Whatever will make me irresistible to Miss Lily's friend with the deep pockets."

Miss Florence's eyebrow lifted. "This is the thrall you're preparing for Alexander?"

"Alexander keeps telling me he wants a companion thrall, one who reads and plays instruments. He hates the recent trend of meek and muted thralls," said Lily. "Fitz here is very much the opposite."

"Exactly, sir," said Fitz, strangely eager to please these vampires, launching into his little spiel. "I can read, I can play guitar, I can do magic tricks, I can do real magic if you give me enough preparation time, I can tell your future, I can juggle oranges, I can wash windows, bake bread, mend fences, sew, and I play a mean game of poker. Plus, the handsome face, of course."

"Oh, my dear sweet devil. Be quiet, young man," said Miss Florence, placing her hand on his head, and suddenly he felt a deep compulsion to follow her command and stay perfectly still. She was looking him over more closely now. "He's far more charming when he shuts his mouth."

"They say that about me, too," said Miss Lily. "Perhaps that's why we get on so well."

Fitz couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him. He did respect Miss Lily, in a way, apart from the thrall that was placed on him. She played a good con game, and judging by the sheer expense of the outfit she had on tonight, she was raking in the cold, hard cash. Selling people for money was several bridges too far for him, but in another life where she weren't a vampire and had at least a faint impression of a moral compass, they could've gotten along.

"Anyway, I'll leave him in your capable hands," said Miss Lily. "Despite his talkative streak, you have absolutely nothing to fear from him in terms of obedience. He's a pushover to any kind of thrall, or even simply praise and flattery."

And any good thoughts about Miss Lily evaporated, as Fitz scowled at being described as an easy mark. It was far more true than he'd like it to be.

"Is that so?" said Miss Florence, petting his hair. "Can you be docile and still for me, child?"

"Yes, sir," he heard his voice say, meek and mild. He already hated Miss Florence's powers, his words catching in his throat and his muscles disinclined to obey his commands. The forced meekness and artificial calm made him feel so vulnerable. But he had no choice but to allow himself to be led to the dresses. Miss Florence was rummaging about, pulling this and that dress and putting them together on a rack.

"Here, I've put out appropriate dresses that could potentially fit and which might appeal to Miss Lily's friend with the deep pockets, as you so crassly put it," she said. "Go ahead and pick which one appeals to you."

Several days of thrall and prison related brain fog had made Fitz's decision-making skills -- dubious at the best of times -- particularly rusty. He didn't really know anything about his prospective buyers. He didn't really know anything about vampires and what would appeal to or discourage them, apart from necks pumping with blood. He could choose based on his complexion and hair, but --

"Focus, child. What calls to you?"

Fitz could feel Miss Florence's power over him lifting a bit. "I need to know what is most likely to appeal to the best target buyers, sir," he said. "For example, if older vampires are more well-mannered, I might go with older styles, but if --"

"You should choose what you want to wear. It's the only choice I allow thralls to make in this room," she said, her irritation apparent.

"Sir, what I want to wear is whatever will help me avoid being chained in a dank basement by a sadist, or a surgical removal of my personality, or -- " Fitz felt the spell being cast on him again, stopping his voice. 

"I'll allow you to try this one more time. You are to choose what you want. Not what you think an unknown patron would want, or what Miss Lily thinks you need to wear. What you want."

What he wanted? Fitz could start with freedom, even a few more days of it. That night of the magic show could easily be his last night as anything resembling a free man, and for all he knew, tonight was the last night he'd get to laugh and joke and pretend as though everything was fine.

When it came to what he wanted, a fancy ball dress didn't rate very high on his list of priorities.

Pointing this out would simply get him another swift dose of thrall dampening his voice, so instead he did what she wanted and perused the rack for something that might look flattering on him. If this was truly going to be his last night as anything resembling Phantom Fitz, he might as well go for the flashiest dress available.

Or perhaps he'd be purchased by a vampire who would appreciate his dramatic flair and show him mercy.

Perhaps he'd be purchased by a vampire who would appreciate breaking a confident human.

Regardless of the risk, he pulled out a very low cut dress made of crushed velvet in a deep red shade, the color of fresh blood, with golden trim. It was a stunning gown, exactly the sort of thing he might find alluring if he were a bloodsucking fiend. It was also suitably dramatic for a night that felt like both a beginning and an ending.

He checked the bust area as he looked it over, wondering how much padding he might need to wear with it, if it would accommodate him at all -- and he realized that it actually seemed cut for a man's figure. It did make sense that they stocked gowns cut this way, if they expected all of the fancy grade-A thralls to wear them.

"There you go," said Miss Florence, laying her hands on his shoulders, the hypnotic silence settling over his mind once more. "Now drop, and be calm and utterly still for me."

It was like cotton fluff filling his mind, dampening his thoughts. He could feel himself straining against it, so anxious from not being able to process and plot and scheme, but with no way of expressing that. He expected the peaceful nature of Miss Florence's power might be nice if he actually relaxed, but he had no intention of doing so. Not here. Not when so much was at stake.

He was pulled along into a bathroom, where he was unceremoniously stripped and dunked in a bathtub, scrubbed thoroughly with a thick pink bar of floral-scented soap. It felt nice to be washed, and he felt himself zoning out despite his resolve, mind wandering to the dreams Miss Lily had filled his head with. Dreams of the life he could live with a handsome and permissive vampire, of nights in an elegant mansion with a mysterious, dark master. The best case scenario.

Miss Florence sitting him down in front of a mirror and producing a pair of long scissors was what snapped him out of it. His golden hair, the feature he was so vain about -- and she was going to -- He heard himself involuntarily make a sound of distress, mind clawing against the vampire's spell.

"Oh, hush now, child," she said, as if she were talking to a fussy little boy getting his first haircut. "I have more experience cutting hair than any human barber."

While that was likely true, that didn't stop Fitz's chest from tightening as she chopped his hair far shorter than he liked to keep it. Vampires didn't want to have to deal with hair maintenance, he supposed, another unwelcome reminder of how little freedom he would have.

It was only hair. There were more important things to be concerned about. But his heart ached.

After rubbing his skin with sweet-smelling lotions, she brought him back into the main room and took out a small measuring tape. She began obsessively measuring every possible part of his body, from around his head to the size of his feet, in a way that seemed almost more like a ritual than an efficient way to measure him for a dress. Every time she brushed him, he felt the cottony prison for his mind growing thicker and more inescapable.

He was at least lucid enough to remember how to put on the undergarments required to wear fancy women's dress, with some assists from Miss Florence, particularly where it concerned the corset. Soon, the gown was being slipped over his head, and he found himself staring into his reflection in a large floor mirror as Miss Florence made adjustments to the dress here and there.

He looked stunning. And not just in the way he tried to convince himself every morning in the mirror, papering over his many flaws with cheap vanity. No, he actually looked fantastic in the deep red gown.

He only wished it were for a show and not for being sold to vampires.

And then the tailoring was done and he was whisked off to the vanity, Miss Florence applying makeup with a practiced hand. She was doing a much lighter look than the stage makeup he often applied himself, just enough to accentuate his skin.

"Now then, child, focus on me," said Miss Florence, dangling a ruby pendant in front of his face. It reminded him of the fatal pendant Miss Lily had used on him in his ill-fated five dollar bet. "You will remain calm during the auction."

Fitz felt something in him tug hard against that idea. How could he possibly remain calm when...

Miss Florence put a firm hand on top of his head, slowly swinging the pendant in front of his eyes. "You will remain calm during the auction. Repeat."

"I will remain calm during the auction, sir," his own voice droned.

"You exist to be a vampire's thrall. Repeat."

No, no, he was so much more than... "I exist to be a vampire's thrall, sir."

"You will know true obedience."

"I will know true obedience, sir." He could practically hear the echo of Miss Lily's voice convincing him how rewarding and pleasurable obedience would be. It had never been his strong suit. But the trance locking his mind said otherwise.

"Now, here is your final gift," said Miss Florence, taking his wrists with gentle hands, and snapping golden handcuffs around them. "You'll feel so much better once you've been sold off to a proper master, child. I can tell."

The amount of mesmeric power he was under made his twinge of despair seem distant, a storm cloud far away on the horizon. "Yes, sir."

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Next week is Christmas, so I plan to post a few Christmas specials (including at least one for Rare Bookseller) instead of a new part of the main story! The main story will resume in the new year, but until then, I have various AUs, asks, and a brand new series I hope to post.

Thanks for all your support for this silly little vampire story! I'm truly grateful for the reception I've had.

@d-cs @latenightcupsofcoffee @thecyrulik @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @wanderinggoblin @whumpyourdamnpears @only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are @pressedpenn @pigeonwhumps @amusedmuralist @xx-adam-xx @ivycloak @irregular-book @whumpsoda @mj-or-say10 @pokemaniacgemini @whumpshaped @whumpsday @morning-star-whump @shinyotachi @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @pirefyrelight @theauthorintraining-blog @whump-me-all-night-long @anonfromcanada @typewrittenfangs @tessellated-sunl1ght @cleverinsidejoke @abirbable @ichorousambrosia @a-formless-entity @gobbo-king

#whump #vampire #mind control #whump writing #whumpee #rare bookseller #vampire whumper #crossdressing #fitz #lily

[upat4amwiththemoon]

hiii! i just finished watching agents of shield season 5 and was wondering if you can write a daisy johnson x fem!reader based on the scene in season 5 when deke was going to confess his crush on daisy. so basically daisy and R (who's also on coulson's team) have been dating for a while but the team doesn't know yet, and when deke is about to tell daisy abt his crush on her, she casually mentions her gf. idk why i thought it would be hilarious 😭 also i hope it's not too confusing 😭

Lemons

Summary: When you’re in the past, don’t leave lemons on your crush’s bed.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader, platonic Deke Shaw x Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 771

a/n: 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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Deke walks towards Daisy’s room, hoping to find her there, so he could tell her he left the lemons on her bed. He doesn’t want her to think someone else, like Mack, was the one who has feelings for her.

Stopping in front of her room’s doorway, he knocks on the side. Daisy lifts her head up to look at him. He glances to see that the lemons are still on her bed, but his gaze moves to the big bag on the floor. “What’s in the bag?”

“My mom.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t what he expected, but he supposes these kind of things are normal in the SHIELD team. He walks into the room, “I heard about your little dust up, I just wanted to make sure you’re all right.”

“I’ve been better. It’s like the universe keeps reminding me I should never have come back from the future,” she pauses, turning to look at her bed, “also, some creep put a bunch of lemons on my bed, as some weird sort of prank.”

Deke scoffs, glamcing at the lemons and Daisy. “Sounds like classic Fitz.” He lets out an airy and strained laugh. Curses flow through his mind, he should’ve known giving lemons wasn’t a custom in the past. “Look, I- um, I feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. I, on the other hand, I lived in a lighthouse my entire life, only to time travel into the past and still spend every single day of my life inside the freaking lighthouse. So..it’s like, even without Kasius gone, this place just has this leash that keeps pulling me back in.”

“Well, I’m glad you stuck around, even if it’s a little crazy.” She gives him a small smile before looking down at her hands.

The smile makes Deke feel all nervous and bubbly inside. Despite the setback with the lemons, he decides to gather his courage. “Well, maybe it’s not that crazy.” He chuckles quietly. “I-I’ve been wanting to tell you something since we’ve gotten, you know,” he moves to sit next to Daisy on the couch, “I don’t want to say closer, but-“

Daisy scoffs, interrupting him. “You really don’t. Everyone who gets close to me ends up dying.”

“Me too.” Deke says almost enthusiastically, as if that was a good thing. “And that’s why I feel like we have so much in common.”

“My mom.” Daisy mumbles.

“I-I know, and-“ he tries to continue, but Daisy isn’t listening anymore.

“Lincoln.”

“Who’s Lincoln?”

“Uh, Lincoln Campbell. He..he was the first inhuman that I became close with. Fought at our side, and he- he died. He died for me, really.” She sighs, looking at the floor, the memories seeping into her mind. “Right when we were getting going, or, you know, getting good.”

“It sounds like you were really in love with this guy.”

“I was.” She smiles, now other memories invading her thoughts. Deke opens her mouth to confess, but Daisy beats her to it, “luckily I met Y/N.”

“Y/N?” He frowns. “Like, you’re lucky she’s your friend?”

“No,” Daisy laughs, “she’s my girlfriend.”

“As in..you’re dating?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“What?” She raises her brows, fully turning to look at him now.

His eyes widen. “Nothing! I just didn’t know the two of you are dating.” He explains quickly, hoping she can’t see the heartbreak on his face.

“You’re actually the first one to know.”

Deke actually starts smiling. It’s a good feeling to be the one to find out something before anyone else, also, he is relieved the others didn’t send him on a fool’s errand while knowing Daisy isn’t even single. “Well, that’s nice.”

The moment gets interrupted by Y/N walking into the room, “Dais, I heard about the f-“ she stops on her track once she notices Deke sitting there. “Oh, sorry to interrupt. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Deke knows.” Daisy states with a smile, offering her hand for Y/N, so she’d come sit with them.

“Wonderful.” She mumbles. “Does Deke know how to keep his big mouth shut?”

He raises his hands and nods. “Deke does know how to keep his big mouth shut.” He would never tell her, but Y/N actually scares him a little bit, in a cool way. He thinks she is cool. Which he would also never tell her.

Daisy laughs, kissing Y/N. Deke looks away at that, feeling a ting of pain at the affection, but he’ll get over it. So, he stays in the room, talking with the pair. Because he thinks this’ll be a great trio.

#marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu fanfiction #fluff #agents of shield #agents of shield fanfiction #agents of shield fanfic #agents of shield imagine #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson x female reader #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson #daisy johnson x female!reader #daisy johnson x y/n #daisy johnson x fem!reader #daisy johnson x you #quake #quake imagine #quake x reader #quake x female!reader #deke shaw #platonic deke shaw #platonic deke shaw x daisy johnson x female!reader

[c-nstantine]

new beginings

Description: Assistant!Y/N has come to the decision to leave Bruce. (Part 1) (still roughly inspired by Olivia and Fitz)

Warnings: there might be some curse words

Word Count: 0.9k

Packing should have made Y/N upset but it didn't. She was moving on with her life. Wasting so much time on a man who was unavailable hurt. It hurt more than any version of love should and for a while, she was convinced that he was going to leave his wife. Who was she to think that she could break up Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle? Three knocks on her door brought her out of her thoughts.

"You quit," Bruce spoke as soon as she opened the door. Y/N let out a small gasp and attempted to close the door but Bruce stuck his foot in.

"I did," Y/N said looking into his crystal blue eyes. She could stare at him forever.

"Why?" He said entering her apartment. It's not like she could stop him and she wasn't even sure that she wanted to. Love doesn't go away overnight.

"You are married with children," Y/N seemed to reminding herself of that a lot recently. She felt guilty for being in love with a married man, and she felt guilty for knowing that he actually loved her.

"I am," He admitted. Bruce was stoic, but there were hints of emotion sprinkled throughout his eyes.

"You are, and it's not fair to them, it's not fair to her. It's certainly not fair for me," Y/N's voice cracked as she held back tears.

"So you're leaving," Bruce asked already knowing the answer. Her plane ticket was on her coffee table and he had pretended not to notice. Perhaps, she was visiting a relative but that did not seem to be the case.

"Yeah, I got a job in Metropolis as some reporter's assistant," Y/N couldn't think of the name of the reporter to save her life. Honestly, she simply went on indeed and picked the job most similar to her current one that had benefits.

"Metropolis? Why not just stay in Gotham?" Bruce was close to getting on his knees and begging her to stay. It was not the first time and it most certainly would not have been the last.

"I don't trust myself not to see you. I want you to be a better man, a better husband, and a better father. The easiest way to do that is for me not to be there,"

"All I need is six more months and then we can have everything we'd ever want together,"

"Yeah, but in four months or so, something will happen and then you'll need another four months and then the cycle repeats," Y/N was tired of playing second string. Of course, it was not her fault he was married but she couldn't keep allowing herself to not be a priority.

"I love you and I want you to stay," Bruce's eyes turned red and he seemed to hold back his tears. His chest tightened at the thought of not seeing Y/N everyday.

"I can't," The words 'I love you, too' crept on the edge of her tongue. However, she couldn't bring herself to say them. She knew if she did then she would never get out of this godforsaken city.

"Can't what?" He asked, reaching for her hands, hands that he couldn't quite reach.

"I can't live for you. I can't only have a relationship based on stolen moments and faulty promises. I want more for myself and you can't give me that. At least, not right now," Y/N was sure there were tears falling down her face. The saltwater slowly penetrated her lips, making the moment so much more bitter.

"So you're leaving me," Bruce spoke softly and his eyes seemed to bore into hers. She felt as if all of their time together was replaying all at once. Every glance, every touch, every kiss all balled into one feeling that she could never describe.

"Yes, and I want you to go," He stood quietly as if he was trying to calculate the next charming thing to say. He would say something that would have her falling in love with him all over again.

"Out, Bruce!" She yelled a bit too loudly and covered her mouth. He did not to make her more upset so he did leave but first, he sent her one more small smile.

- 'New city, fresh start,' was the mantra that Y/N had been mumbling her entire time in the elevator of the Daily Planet. The first few days in the city were spent adjusting and trying to remember that were no gunshots or police raids to fall asleep to in Metropolis.

"Hi, I'm Y/N L/N. I think I'm supposed to be starting as your assistant today," She introduced herself as she opened the office door. The office was large and featured a desk in the middle with a slightly smaller one in the corner. Everything seemed neat and had its own place.

"Oh, come on in. I'm Clark, Clark Kent," He spoke with a slight accent that Y/N couldn't quite place. He was more than attractive with dark hair and glasses.

"It's nice to meet you," She said with a smile.

"Before we get started, where exactly in Wayne Tech did you work? I have a few friends over in Gotham," Clark asked as he handed her a small file. Y/N took note of his muscles that seemed to almost burst out of his button-up.

"Oh, I worked as Bruce Wayne's personal assistant," Y/N try to say without sounding as bitter as possible. She left on her merit but at the same time, she loved that man with all her being.

"Interesting,"

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x black!reader #x black reader #black!reader #assistant!reader #bruce wayne x black reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batman x black!reader #c-nstantine

[smalltownfae]

Cursed thought of the day: The Fool has long fingers, as Fitz keeps noticing. Do you know what that means??? The Fool has y... ya... yaoi hands...

#rote #beloved #the fool #realm of the elderlings #robin hobb is going to love this post

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Streamers Dream

Swaggersouls x Fem reader

Requested by: @chaosanxietysblog thank you for request ❤️

Warnings: Smut, doggy style, dom!swagger, swearing, Marijuana smoking.

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️ @youngcreatorlady 💜

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Y/n sat on the sofa next to her boyfriend Eric, who was conversing with Fitz and Mason about VR. Mason took a hit of his weed pen and turned to the boys.

"Fitz, I saw that new video you did. When you jumped off that building in CSGO and shot that guy, I had to take a fuckin minute dude. I thought he was gonna see you."

"Dude, I fuckin know. I was shitting my pants the entire time!"

Y/n watched the men talk, as her eyes began to trail down Swaggers body. Her mouth watered and her heart raced, only for it to stop when she realized his eyes locked with hers.

Y/n could tell he was smirking under his balaclava, she swallowed hard and tilted her head towards the stairs.

Swagger nodded and discreetly held up two fingers, as in a way of telling her "I'll be up in two minutes."

___

Y/n made it to their shared bedroom, snatching his weed pen off the dresser and jumping onto the bed. She waited for a bit until heavier footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs and stopping outside the door. The knob turned and the door opened, revealing swagger standing at the other side.

His eyes trailed down to her lips, darkening as he watched her take a hit from his weed pen.

"Fuck, I love it when you suck on that pen."

Y/n's thighs moistened, and her skin began to tingle. Swagger stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, gripping the young woman by the waist and throwing her onto the bed.

Swagger pulled his balaclava off over his head, and began unbuckling his belt.

"Ass up. Face in the pillows."

"What?" Y/n asked.

Swagger dropped his pants, making his way over to her and manhandled her into the position. Y/n gripped the sheets and prepared herself for his rough entry, rubbing her clit, and groaning when she felt the tip of his dick at her entrance.

Eric pushed in, cursing when he felt her tense around him. He started slow thrusts causing Y/n to whimper.

"What's the matter, huh?" He whispered in her ear. "You want more?"

"Yes, p-please go harder."

Swagger smirked, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. Y/n gasped and buried her face in the blanket, taking his rough thrusts and the sharp sting of his hand coming down against her ass.

"Ahh! Fuck, daddy! You feel so good! Please don't stop!" Y/n moaned

Eric slipped his left hand underneath her and started rubbing fast circles against her clit, Y/n tighten around his cock, making his hips go faster.

Y/n could feel her orgasm approaching, her body going hot and cold as he fucked hard into her. Swagger held her hip tight, hitting her G-spot with every thrust.

"F-fuck! Im so fuckin close." She whimpered.

Swagger smiled, running his hand up the middle of her back, her smooth skin sending shivers down his spine. He held the back of her neck as he kept ramming into her, and suddenly let out a low groan when he felt Y/n clench around him, her juices coating his dick, sending swagger over the edge with her.

"You like it when daddy fills you up?" He growled, planting a kiss against her lips.

"Mhm, you feel so fuckin good."

Swagger slapped her ass, moving off the bed and pulling his pants back on.

"The guys are still here, so I'm gonna head back downstairs."

"They're still here!?"

THE END ❤️

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#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #smut #requested #swaggersouls x reader #swaggersouls imagine #swagger x reader #swaggersouls #swaggersouls x fem reader #swaggersouls x you #swaggersouls x y/n #swaggersouls smut

[uni-seahorse-572]

everyday we must rise and fall again with the terrible knowledge of the golden sophie in fitz's head vs. keefe's imperfect drawing. you can never go back. if this is what must finally drive me to violence so be it

like! tell me you don't understand fitz without telling me you don't understand fitz. being cognates is about the ability to see the other person wholly and you can't tell me in good conscience that they could have reached this level of trust without knowledge. you think fitz is oblivious to people's flaws? the boy who's so angry at the world, who picks at the faults around him because he's been betrayed so badly by the promises he thought he could hold onto? you think he isn't intimately aware of every mistake and every moment of weakness? the fitz who said "we could all use a little more weird in our lives" and who's known Sophie from the beginning, through her darkest moments and her greatest ones. who's been with her through all of it and who bore witness while staying by her side. the whole time. you can't tell me he'd put sophie on a pedestal because she's the one person he never did - not like with keefe or alvar or his entire family, because she's the part of his life that always drags him from his perfection and he wouldn't have it any other way.

and Keefe? you think Keefe can comprehend a person perfectly complexly after all he's been through, with how he prefers suppression over introspection? everyone in his life has hurt him so so much but in the midst of that there's sophie, who's been there, this golden girl that swept him up into her orbit and has been the one he can count on despite all of his mistakes. you think this boy, who has no self worth and sees himself as a borderline curse always messing everything up, doesn't think of Sophie as someone so much better than someone as broken as him could ever deserve? because what are her faults to him when he's done so much worse. and he hasn't stood by her this whole time, because he always runs, because he's the one between him and Fitz who doesn't see her as a true partner but instead as someone he has to protect from himself. but he's never gone against Sophie either, not really, never been angry with her since she's infallible in his mind and what is a relationship when you can't even get frustrated with someone. what happens when there are no cracks, because isn't that how we learn where the breaking points are? how can he really know her imperfections like this?

shannon. shannon please i can't live like this

#kotlc #fitz vacker #keefe sencen #ari shouts into the void #kotlc discourse #(just in case) #how can you mess up the character dynamics this badly i want answers #also! to be clear this isn't against one ship or the other #like. both of their perspectives make a lot of sense #i think there's just this level of toxicity to sokeefe from their communication issues over time #and while that's not inherently wrong canon needs to stop ignoring it

[krenenbaker]

Ikevil Character Song Associations

These songs are all mostly based on the first impressions and vibes I've got from the characters, so there may be some songs that don't fit as well as they could.

I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions on these choices!

William

Solar Waltz - Cosmo Sheldrake

I’m not sure what it is, but this feels like a very William-esque song to me. The waltz form has a certain poise in the same way that William does, and the lyrics’ themes - though I don't know him very well yet - in my mind, suit him.

“And work they must And work they shall For all the things to grow”

Harrison

Green - Kera & The Lesbians

This one is more based on genre / vibe than lyrics, but they still fit. Harrison feels like he exudes this kind of moderate-tempo, mostly relaxed energy that this song also has.

“Though, yes, it’s true, your smile confuses a few. But I can see how you start grinning your eyes And it says: There’s somethin’ wicked in you”

Liam

Curses - The Crane Wives

Liam’s a bit playful and always presents in a positive manner, despite how dark his internal world is. I see a lot of him and his behaviour in both the instrumentals and in the lyrics of this song.

“Every word I say is kindling But the smoke clears when you're around Won't you stay with me, my darling When my walls start burning down, down, down?”

Elbert

Cement - Nicole Dollanganger

This song feels a bit lonely, and the lyrics focus on the preservation of things a person loves and finds beautiful (even to their detriment), which from what I understand about Elbert… fits him to a T.

“The things you love you put into cement In order to keep them they have to be dead You think that he’s yours but it’s only in your head His coffin is not your arms, his grave is not you bed”

Alfons

Bourbon Street - Jeff Tuohy

Alfons is quite the hedonist, and this song certainly reflects that. It also is rather relaxed in tempo, while still having a drive behind it - much like Alfons himself.

“When I walk the street, people step aside Twirling my cane and smiling wide Some would say I’m a carnal slave I put my hands on what I crave”

Roger

Schism - TOOL

I can’t think of many genres that would suit Roger better than rock. And this specific song just feels like him. Especially considering the (slight) division that there seems to be between Roger and the other members of Crown…

“I know the pieces fit 'Cause I watched them fall away Mildewed and smoldering Fundamental differing”

Jude

Follow Me - Odd Chap, J Fitz

When I see Jude, I immediately think ‘electro-swing’. I just think it matches his energy well! I had a feeling that the lyrics to this one also work well with Jude, though I also am the shakiest on his character, so it may not be the best pick for him.

“I′m reaching out yeah So please come follow Our time is coming So please come follow”

Ellis

All I Do Is Dream Of You - Faultline, dodie

I’m also a little uncertain of Ellis’ character, but this song has a similar gentleness and… thoughtfulness(?) that Ellis appears to show as well. 

“You're every thought, you're everything You're every song I ever sing All I do the whole night through Is dream of you”

Victor

Villainous Thing - Schayfer James

This song could honestly describe the entirety of Ikémen Villains as a game, but seems especially applicable to Victor. It has a surprisingly fun tone, while beckoning you into the darkness at the same time.

“Me and you are overdue for fiendish laughter. Oh dear, let me see those smoky eyes 'cause you're a villainous thing, and we can't have you living a lie”

#krenenbaker's creations #ikevil character songs #ikevil opinions #ikevil #william rex #harrison gray #liam evans #elbert greetia #alfons sylvatica #roger barel #jude jazza #ellis twilight #ikevil victor #fun fact: Bourbon Street was my second-to-most played song last year on Spotify :)

[raspberry-gloaming]

I'm currently at a point where because I've got into Gallifrey, I follow or have at least browsed people's blogs who love other dweu stuff. And I thought it might be fun to say what I currently think and know about eu characters/companions so when I have in the future delved deeper into the eu I can look back and compare and laugh and see how much is accurate! There's gonna be a "read more" here because this gonna get Long.

Also please let me know what I've got right and not and also tell me more about these characters if you are fans of them!

Benny: starting off strong i know some stuff about her! she's an archeologist from the future (wonder if she ever met River) and she travelled with... one of the doctor(s)? Possibly Seven? She is besties with Brax and sometimes works for him and his collection. Probably must be able to put up with bullshit because of those last two points. Has a husband called Jason and at least one kid, which, iconic, female adventure and action protagonists should get to be mums more often its always the childfree so big up Benny for that. made a cameo at the end of Gallifrey IV.

Evelyn: I have heard her. A little. I basically skipped through the apocalypse element because I wanted to understand some of the reasons that Romana is the way she is in Gallifrey, but didn't listen properly because I got bored. Is an old lady, which is great - its great to see ages mixing it up a bit, instead of the 19-25 year old girl primary companions we consistently get in nu-who. Travelled with Six and is/was a professor at a university. Not sure for which subject though.

Fitz: Canonically bisexual and wears a leather jacket. I've seen A Lot of shipping him and Eight, and these shippers seem to have a similar vibe to Two/Jamie shippers. I don't know much else, except that his time with the doctor is probably fucked up because from what I have gleaned, Eight's companions Go Through It like big time.

Compassion: Faction Paradox which I believe is in an alternate universe (also the faction paradox timelines seem to have have a different vibe of names to the main universe ones, every time I'm on the "Individual Time Lords" category on the wiki and see a name that seems out of place it turns out to be a character from Faction Paradox.) Is a person (human i think?) but is also a TARDIS? Like you can go into her and travel? Where tf is the door this is very cursed. Also used as a breeding machine to make more TARDISes as well? By Romana? Idk but this seems pretty fucked up in an icky way. And fucked up in a non-icky way too. I'm just confused tbh. Not sure which doctor is involved in this one.

C'rizz - Possibly people can't say his name right? Is that him? Alien boy, travelled with Eight and Charley. That's about all I know.

Chris Cwej: I know even less about him, hes the other possibility for people mixing up his name or something. Think he travelled with Seven. Idk why but he gives me dick vibes.

Hex Schofield: Travelled with Ace and Seven. Is from 2021 or something and says "sus." Which yh that was a thing but he was made before among us existed that's a cool coincidence that it turned out like that.

Liv and Helen: They exist. That's it I know nothing more.

Molly O'Sullivan: Also exists. Travelled with eight?

Charley Pollard: Has a Nazi for a sister - Blind Eye my beloved. Calls herself Edwardian even though she's from the 1930s, idk if its like a character point or an accidental fuck up by the writers. Has a romance with the doctor in some form. And also a pretty messed up relationship with him i think. Actually just a pretty messed up time. Especially because I think she was in Scherzo which I hear Wild Blue Yonder was inspired by. So good luck girl you're gonna need it.

#doctor who audios #big finish #dw #doctor who #dweu #charley pollard #liv chenka #Molly O'Sullivan #Hex Schofield #bernice summerfield #c'rizz #chris cwej #doctor who compassion #evelyn smythe #fitz kreiner

[itsthestutterforme]

Ex Lovers (1/2) [Sierra Six x Cahill!reader]

Summary: Six wasn’t aware that you were staying with Margaret when he came to visit.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, angst, character death

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You curse at your eye twitching under the pulsing stream of water. It’s been twitching all week and you had no idea why. There wasn’t anything you can think of that can stress you out to the point of eye twitching.

Who are you kidding? Your life is practically hanging on by a thread. The treatments haven’t been working for Aunt Maggie, and they cost and arm and a leg just to get them. The insurance covers three quarters, but still leaves her to pay $10,000 a month for it.

So she stopped going treatments. She gets a supply of air tanks to ease the strain on her lungs. You haven’t figured it out how you were going to adjust to her being gone. Her days are numbered and you moved in with her so she didn’t spend those days alone.

You’ve always been close to Aunt Maggie from childhood. Her and your mother raised you to be sure of yourself and your talents. They raised you to be strong and unmoving. To not let a man get in the way of your dreams. That was, until you met Six on the Sierra Initiative. You followed in your Aunts footsteps and made your way up the ladder in the CIA.

And for whatever reason, they were closer to Six than the other operatives. Which meant you hung out with him more often. You tagged along to protect Fitz’s niece, which was a huge mistake. The two of you alone without your supervisors showed how much tension existed between you two.

There was plenty of stolen glances and longing gazes. Nothing happened until the two of you stayed in a hotel room where you waited for your flight the next morning. Even bigger mistake. You walked in on him in the shower and the rest was history.

You always showered with the door cracked so you were able to hear any odd noises. So when you heard heavy footsteps that you knew wasn’t Aunt Maggie’s, you paused mid scrub. You quietly stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body. You grabbed your gun from under the sink and cocked it slowly.

Rushing out of the bathroom, you aimed the gun in the dining room where Aunt Maggie sat. Your lips part when you saw Six standing next to your Aunt. His posture straightened when he saw you but your eyes fell to the woman he was next to. “Is everything alright over here?” You asked, your eyes remained fixated on the woman.

“Yes, everything’s fine, honey.” “I thought-“ “I’m okay, baby.” She reassures, nodding gently and you slowly lower your gun. You put the safety on the gun and set it on the counter. “How bad is it?” You asked Six, finally acknowledging him. “Pretty bad,” the woman answers when he doesn’t respond.

“I’ll get changed,” you scurried into the bathroom and turned off the faucet before gathering your dirty clothes from the floor. You dried yourself off and threw on a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants over your sport bra and boxers.

You brushed your hair into a clip as you made your way over to the table next to Six and tried to decipher what was on the screen. Leaning close over Maggie’s shoulder, you saw a familiar face.

Dani watched as Six leaned closer to you to catch the scent of your favorite shea butter and vanilla body lotion, which happened to be his favorite too. It left your skin so soft against his lips once upon a time. Maggie noticed Six’s behavior too and shook her head in amusement. The only one who didn’t notice was you, engulfed with who you saw on the screen.

“Is that Carmichael?” You asked. “Yes,”Dani answered. “I always knew something was off about him. What’s his sting?” Dani gave you the rundown and you noticed how quiet Six was. Sure, he wasn’t much of a talker but he was never this quiet with you. You looked over your shoulder at him and nearly crashed into his lips.

You gasped at the closeness and he took a few steps back. “Sorry,” he mumbled under his breath. That was the first time you heard his voice in months. Changing the conversation to something less awkward, you asked, “Does anyone want some tea?”

“I’ll have some, honey.” Maggie says, giving a sympathetic smile. “And you?” You offered Dani. “Sure,” you looked to Six and he shook his head no. “Okay,” you said softly before walking to the kitchen, embarrassment burning your cheeks as you felt their gaze on you.

“Talk to her,” Maggie nudged Six. “That’s not a good idea,” “Oh and leaning in to smell her was?” She snarks. Six drops his head for a moment. “Stop being a wuss and go talk to her,” she adds. Six reluctantly looks back up at her and huffs. He glides across the dining room and into the kitchen were you were.

“You need any help?” Six asks softly. “I thought you hated tea,” you turned on the electric tea kettle to warm up the water. “Still doesn’t mean I can’t help you,” you finally turn around to face him and his words were stuck in his throat.

You watched as his tongue darts nervously across his lips. “I don’t know what to say to you,” he says after an excruciatingly long pause. “You don’t have to say anything, Six.” You turned back around hoping the water started to boil and it wasn’t.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” “Of course I’m-“ you catch yourself and fought the urge to turn back around. “Yes I’m angry. But other things quickly took my focus.” “How long has she been like this?” Your hands gripped the edge of the counter in an attempt to keep your emotions in check.

“For a while. She just couldn’t hide it anymore,” he took a few steps near you. “I’m sorry,” “Don’t let her hear you say that or she’ll-“ “Shoot me, yeah, she made it pretty clear.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. You felt the warmth of his hand on your hip. You turned around in his arms and he peered down at you, mindlessly chewing his gum.

“I..” “If you think all is forgive. because I laughed at your joke, you’re sadly mistaken.” “Fair enough,” he said with a nod. “Hey inmate,” Maggie starts, your heads snapped to the dining room. Inmate was a term she used but it wasn’t frequent so it caused you alarm. “Guys we have trouble,” Dani added.

The two of you rushed out of the kitchen and the two of you noticed a group of men in tactical gear gathering a few feet from the window. Which means- “Maggie, get down!” You ran to her and flipped the table on its side, pulling the two of you behind it to seek cover from the bullets.

You looked up to see Six and Dani hiding behind perpendicular walls. Dani had a pair of keys in her hands and held it up for you to see. You nod, giving her the okay to pull the car around. Pulling Maggie close to your chest, you pull your attention when back to Six when you noticed the firing seize. Grenade. You thought to yourself.

Without thinking, you dragged Maggie by the hand and handed her off to Six in a few seconds. He covered her from the grenade while you saw the drive lying in the rumble. The window shattered as one grenade came through. You ran to grab it before grenade exploded and you knew you were running out of time.

“Y/N, don’t!” Maggie scolds. You grabbed the drive and shoved it back into the necklace before sticking a slide landing behind a wall a single second before it exploded and another grenade breached the window. You showed them both the drive and Maggie chuckled.

“You crazy girl,” you shared a smile with her until you realized the silence. “Show him where the escape room is,” she commands. “What about you?” “I’m right behind you, I just need to catch my breath.” You gave her a look and she returned with a reassuring smile.

You approached them and pressed a kiss to her forehead while Six slide a gun into your hand. You cocked it and he follows your lead to the room under the kitchen floor. You shined a light down a latter and Six offered to go down in case of a breach. Before you knew it, you were pushed into the hole and the door creaked shut above you.

Six catches you in his arms and the two of you looked up to darkness. “Maggie, no!” “Open the door,” Six commands. “Shush you two,” you could hear heavy footsteps coming from the stairs. No. You sprinted through the tunnels with Six following closely behind you. Using all your force to shove the door open, you took one step on the stairs when the entire apartment blew up with her in it.

Your heart sank to your chest. “Aunt Maggie, no!” You took another step to enter the burning building when a strong pair of arms kept you. “Let me go, right now!” you yelled, pushing at his arms to let you go. Loud sobs rubbed your throat raw, weakening your attempts. “She’s gone. I’m sorry,” he says against your hair once your screaming died down. “No, please. She can’t be dead.” you croaked.

Police sirens wail in the distance and neither of you move for a moment. “We have to go there will be others,” as if on cue, an black entire van of men opens up a few feet from you and open fires. Six takes cover behind the granite staircase with you still in his arms. “Maggie,” you sobbed. Pull yourself together, Y/N. She wouldn’t want you to get yourself killed. A voice tells you.

“Did we just kill Margaret Cahill?” Audrey asks in disbelief as . “Whose the broad?” Lloyd asks one of the techs. “Y/N Cahill. Margaret’s niece. She trained with Six.” Audrey interrupts. “Will she be problem?” “If we just got her aunt killed, she’s our biggest problem,”

**

Adrenaline caused the gun to tremble in your hand. Blood stained your shirt and hands. Warm blood trails down your neck and you wiped away the blood that sprayed on your face. The fight was over.. for now. There were no more men trying to kill you. A hand briefly touched your shoulder. It was Six. “Come on,” he motions to Dani in the drivers seat. “I’m not going with you,”

“We don’t have time for this, Y/N.” “You left me before. Why can’t you do it again?” “He has Claire and Fitz. I can’t rescue them if I don’t know if you’re safe,” “Well you made it pretty clear that you have no obligation towards me so I’m having trouble believing that,”

“You’re angry, I understand that. But can you please be angry in the car,” “Don’t patronize me, you ass. I can handle my own,” you mumbled the last part. “You want someone to be mad at, be mad at me. I’m the reason she’s dead. If I hadn’t mailed the package here, she would still be alive. Blame me.”

“Doesn’t work like that, Six. They have to pay for what they did.” You turned to walk down the street when he grabs your wrist. “Please, Y/N.” He begs, his eyes desperately read yours. “Help me get them back. Then you’ll never have to see my face again.” He adds.

“There’s a warehouse in the next town over. It’s off the map, there’s no file on it.” You stated, showing the key dangling from your necklace. You slide out of his grip and into the backseat. He piles in the passenger seat as you gave Dani the directions to the warehouse.

Within an hour, you arrived and tossed the key on counter. “Make yourself comfortable. The pantries stocked with weapons and food.” Six’s eyes are trained on the blood stain on your side. “You’re hit,” he states. Dani’s eyes also fell to your wound.

#sierra six #sierra six x reader #ryan gosling #black!reader

[fitzfunnymoments]

Just to show how sleep deprived I am I literally thought this was Vinny vinesauce for a minute

#fitz's cursed thoughts #invader zim #I know he ahd a cameo in one of the comics if I remember correctly #but I literally thought this was vinny </3 #okay now I'm going to attempt sleeping lol

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Hello Sunshine Part. 2

Alright everyone! Here is part. 2! I’m happy that everyone is enjoying this! It means so much to me! 

And I know I promised smut, and its coming!

Summary: Y/N and Dani are close to getting Lloyd back, and meanwhile...

Lloyd is still getting his ass kicked, for not telling where his wife is. 

Lloyd Hansen x Assasin Reader Y/N Hansen. 

Warnings:  There is slight punching, cursing in this chapter. 

Before I leave, I just wanted to thank the following: 

@princessofdarkwinter for always letting me talk about my ideas and being my main beta! love you babe!

@afriendlyblackhottie and because shes’s awesome and I love her! Thank you babe!

@maroonsunrise83 just being you and letting me give you sneaky peeks.

Series Masterlist

The ride to Lyon was long and tiring. You drove the first half, and Dani took over the rest of the way. You video called your aunt to check on your two children. They were smiling and having fun, not knowing what had happened to their father. Daisy had her two bottom teeth showing, and you lost it. You wished you were there, but you had a job to do, and that was to bring their father home.

Your five-month-old Daisy was getting bigger, and her features were starting to look more like you.

"Y/N?" You heard Dani call for you, disrupting your thoughts.

"Yes?" You answered.

"I've been meaning to ask you since I've been afraid to ask-"

You knew what she was going to say, and you sighed.

"Why Lloyd?" You answered.

"I mean, yeah, I don't want to sound like a bitch because I still cannot see why you do love him-"

"Dani, it's fine. I get this question all the time. Especially Fitz." You said.

"Even Fitz too?" Dani asked, and you nodded.

"Yes, even him. Anyways to answer your question, it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. Lloyd wasn't as big of an asshole five years ago. " You started.

"I find that hard to believe," Dani said, laughing.

"I know, right? On a scholarship, Lloyd was a football player for Harvard in Boston. And I was a double major in business and strategy. I was forced to come to a birthday party at a bar one night, and that's where I met him."

"Ahh, yes, I remember that night. But I didn't know that's when you met Lloyd." Dani said.

"Yea, but nothing came out of it until Suzanne the next day at one of our classes came up to me and started talking shit. Lloyd came to rescue me."

"Oh, I see."

"Yea, but you know Suzanne never liked me because I was the quiet one, and I did better than her. She was the party girl."

"Yea, I know. Didn't she almost destroy you?"

"Yeah, she almost did. Suzanne accused me of cheating on the finals. I proved her wrong, and I was able to graduate. Lloyd has been trying to get me to go out with him during that time. And I always turned him down, until one day, I came home to my doorway full of flowers." You said, smiling at the thought.

"Let me guess, and you finally caved?" Dani asked.

"Yes, I did cave. You said. And the rest is history."

"Yea, what about him getting kicked out of the CIA? Wouldn't that have damaged your relationship with him?"

"Yea, it could have. But I loved him too much. He even asked me to break up with him. And I said no, just because we do things differently, and his anger issues? I still see the Lloyd that I love. And that was it for him."

"I still can't believe you guys. He's put you through hell, and still, you love him. You even left him." Dani said in disappointment.

"I know, people will think I'm an idiot for returning to him. But he proved to me that he was sorry. He loves his kids, and I can't take that away. Before he left for Prague, something in him snapped, and he became the man I fell in love with." You said with a long sigh.

"Just be thankful. I still love you." Dani said, turning towards you and smiling.

"And thank you for that. I know it's not easy being with me, but I thank you for all you've done and believing in me and always looking out for me." You said.

"Look, I know Lloyd, and I don't see eye to eye because he works in the private sector and does things that I disagree with, but I can see his love for you. He's a different person when you're around or when your name is mentioned." Dani said.

"Alright, enough with the sap. You asked. What do we know about Suzanne? The last time I spoke to her, she said Lyon. That's where we are going. Did you get any more information?"

"Well, I know Suzanne is staying somewhere in the city. And she has men with her at all times." Dani said. You sighed and leaned back.

"She and Denny have an apartment close to the city center. It's the top floor." You said.

Dani looked towards you. "Wait, you know this?"

"Yea, I know this because I've been there when Lloyd and I were on vacation." 

**

"Suzanne, I just want to know... why in the fuck is it hard to get it out of him or to track down his precious little wife?!"

"Look, getting Lloyd wasn't easy, okay! But with the wife? Do you know she's even harder to get? It's why she's the Black Cat. She's invisible and impossible to kill."

"Suzanne, have you thought about the kids?"

"Yes and the answer to that is no. I know it’s Y/N’s weakness and the same for Lloyd. But I refuse to get children involved in this mess. This is between us and them, not the children. I'll get it out of him one way or another. You have my word." Suzanne said and hung up the phone.

Her thoughts went to Denny, her companion, and her love. She wished that he was here and to guide her. Yes, they were always against each other, but that was the beauty of their relationship.

The day you put that stunt in Berlin, minutes before Denny died in front of her, she promised him that she would bring you down.

And that's what she's going to do. Lloyd may be strong, but she will find a way to get the intel out of him and finally get you out of the way.

**

"Jesus!" Lloyd yelled as his eyes shot wide open to see that one of Suzanne's minions stood over him. His cheek burned from the slap on his face.

"That hurt!" Lloyd growled, and the man laughed. Lloyd blinked a few times and tried to see who was in front of him.

"You know, I could go on. But like what the old man said, we need you alive. So when your wife comes, we can get the intel from both of you and we will then have fun getting to kill both of you." The man said. Lloyd bit the side of his cheek and blinked a few times to get a clear image. Once things went clear, Lloyd noticed that it was Sierra Four.

Rolling his eyes, Lloyd sighed and smiled.

"Sierra Four, right?" Lloyd asked, winking. Four groaned and put pressure onto Lloyd's wound on his hand.

"Yes, that's me. Suzanne sent me, to  you know, knock some sense into you. You know where to find your wife. Now tell me where she is, and you will live." Four said.

"Suzanne, I know you're watching! The hell I would tell you about her whereabouts, even if I knew. I still won't tell you!" Lloyd yelled, knowing that she was watching.

"Oooph-" Lloyd moaned as he got punched in the stomach and Suzanne stabbed him in the shoulders.

"We can keep going, Lloyd Hansen. You know, your wife is hard to find. That's why you're here." Four said, grabbing Lloyd by his collar.

"Sierra Four, convicted murder at a bar in Florida? Fitz picked you up, trained you, and Six? Then both of you went to mia and started working in the private sector. How's that going for you?"

"Why are you asking-"

"Because you, my friend, can't even do your job right. You made a fatal error in Thailand that almost killed you and Six. So that's why you're here." Lloyd mocked.

Four glared at Lloyd, then let go of his shirt. Lloyd watched as he placed his hands on his hips and turned around.

"What's the matter, Four? Did I hit something? Because I can go on and on, you know, I know all about why you went to prison and did what you did. Just like Six, you killed your father because-"

Before he could finish, Four growled and laid a punch towards Lloyd but was able to dodge his punch, and Lloyd threw his head forward and smashed his nose.

"The fuck Lloyd!" Four yelled as he stumbled back holding his face.

"Alright, that's enough!" Lloyd heard Suzanne's annoying voice emerging from the background. Lloyd looked to the corner to see Suzanne walking with her minions.

"Oh, nice of you to show up, Suzanne," Lloyd said, smiling.

"Four get out, the rest of you, untie him and bring him upstairs."

"Ooo! Are we going on a field trip, Mrs. Brewer?" Lloyd asked like he was a five-year-old.

"Yea, to get you patched up. The old man wants to see you." Suzanne said and walked out of the room.

**

Just an hour ago, Suzanne and her minions left the apartment building and headed out. Stretching your tired muscles, you looked at your computer screen, watching for any movement. With the tracking device that Dani could put in the car, she was scoping out earlier.

So far, the car is still traveling. But something had caught your attention. A black van that was following Suzanne's car. You looked at the images and noticed someone getting pushed into the vehicle.

With each image, you put the pieces together. You noticed a white and dark blue button-up shirt, blue pants, blue loafers, and his hair slicked back. The image was a bit blurry, but that was him. Your heart stopped, and you knew who it was.

Your hand touched the screen, and a small tear came down your face.

"I'm coming, asshole. You whispered. Your sunshine is coming."

Beep

Your phone buzzed, distracting you from your thoughts. You looked down to see that it was from Dani. You picked it up and placed it on the speaker.

Y/N: Anything yet?

Dani: Well, I'm glad you asked because the footage you see now? It's delayed by 20 minutes. I'm at the castle-"

Y/N: The Château de Chantilly. That's where Denny and Suzanne do their dirty work. Their dealings with diplomats kill and torture their victims. Dani, Lloyd is-

Dani: I know. I saw him getting out of the car. He looks pretty bad.

Y/N: Fuck! Okay, I'll meet you there tomorrow morning. Did you need anything? Food, clothes?

Dani: Yes, mom! And tomorrow I will meet with Margaret. She will give us the supplies we need.

You smiled at her comment, knowing you have that motherly instinct just because you're a ruthless assassin.

Y/N: That sounds good. Stay safe, Dani, and I'll see you tomorrow.

After you hung up, you got up and headed towards the bedroom. Turning on the lights, you looked around the room and landed on what you were looking for. In front of you was something you hadn't seen since becoming a mother.

Walking towards the bed, you ran your hands around the outfit. Black leather pants, a tank top with the belt that holds as many weapons as possible, and your beloved stiletto black Louboutin Heels.

According to Lloyd, your outfit makes his dick hard.

Then looking to the side were two black boxes—one with your name and one that belonged to Lloyd. You went to Lloyd's and opened it. There laid his beloved gun, Desert Eagle, with a silencer. It was a gift from you, on your anniversary of being married. You laughed at that thought, thinking of how in the world you married Lloyd.

Yes, you saw something in him, that no one knows. A good father, best sex you ever had, and how smart he is.

You quickly closed it and sighed. Then heading back to the living room, you went to grab your phone and searched for a specific number. Once you found it, you dialed the number, and it picked up on the second ring.

"Wendy's Cafe and Pastries. How can I assist you?"

"Are strawberries in season?"

"They are, with sweet pastry cream. Is there an order you like?"

"No, just wondering. Margaret, I need a favor."

"Anything, what is it?"

"I have some intel on two assets, more like a few more. And I need you to leak it.”

#lloyd hansen #Lloyd Hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #chris evans character fanfiction

[skyler10fic]

You Remind Me of Someone

By Skyler10

Summary: Carol is injured in battle, causing a bout of amnesia! There’s nothing medically accurate in this fic, but it sure makes Daisy sad. Watch her deal with her emotions while caring for her wife, and watch Carol unknowingly fall for her all over again.

For the @ficwip @ficwip5k!

Read on Ao3

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It should have been me. 

That thought chilled Daisy more than the hospital air conditioner blasting purified air. Her knees bumped against the hard plastic frame of Carol’s hospital bed as she prayed for Carol to open her eyes. 

Daisy had been here before, literally and metaphorically. People had died for her, whether sacrificially or coincidentally, all her life. She’d been the motive for her serial-killing parents, a pawn in wars, a vulnerability to Shield, and a symbol others laid down their lives for, so that she could survive to complete her missions and save countless others—sometimes entire planets. 

And then she met Carol Danvers. They’d fought across the galaxy side by side, fallen in love, and returned home to earth to work for the super-agent division of Shield, led by Daisy’s adoptive parents, Phil Coulson and Melinda May. This seemed to be the solution to Daisy’s curse: followed by Death like a shadow. Carol was mortal, but only just. She aged as slowly as Daisy, had otherwise unimaginable powers, flew without the aid of tech gear, and could use light and heat at her command. She was strong in every way. 

But not even Carol Danvers could escape the effects of the amnesia-inducing Kree truncheon. The blow was meant for Daisy. In a surprise attack, Vin-Tak was not going to let another opportunity pass him by to eliminate the inhuman “abomination” his people had created. Instead, Carol had intercepted the blow with a photon blast, but she paid dearly for her actions. He hit Carol hard, and Daisy hit him harder. He was no match for their team together, and the other super-agents on the team tricked him into a containment pod. 

The team noticed Daisy and Carol weren’t celebrating. Daisy hunched over Carol, mumbling, “No! Please wake up!” Daisy remembered it like an out-of-body experience: Shield paramedics. The sirens of the emergency extract pod they had dubbed “the ambulance.” Her friends pulling her away from Carol’s body as the medics worked.  

She remembered Phil holding her and Melinda paying close attention as the Shield doctor explained Carol’s injuries: a broken arm, significant bruising, shock, and, of course, the truncheon’s trademark amnesia could be expected. Maybe more. Jemma and Fitz, the super team’s best scientists, were already exploring any possible antidote to the amnesiac powers of the truncheon if diplomacy (or threats) to Vin-Tak failed. 

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Daisy had a question she was too afraid to ask the doctor, so she waited until Jemma visited that evening, interrupting Daisy’s cycle of self-blame and guilt and prayers. 

“Knock knock,” Jemma said at the open hospital room door. 

Daisy glanced up. Her voice was low and hoarse when she spoke. “Come in.” 

Jemma sat next to Daisy, and they watched Carol for a few minutes. Alive, with the steady vitals on the monitor above her bed, but unstirred by the presence of others around her.

Daisy broke the silence. “It’s because of the damage before, isn’t it?”

“From the amnesia when she got her powers, yes, but also whatever the Kree did to heal her while replacing her memories. It’s a theory anyway. Daisy, even if Vin-Tak reverses the amnesia or Fitz and I find a solution, it may take a while for them to come back. This isn’t like when Lady Sif recovered instantly. Carol’s memories may be spotty even after she’s healed.”

“But if neither one works…”

Jemma put her hand on Daisy’s. “We aren’t going to let that happen. She’ll come back to us. We just have to give it time.” 

Daisy took her best friend’s promise seriously, sleeping on a cot in Carol’s room and hardly leaving her side. An agreement was made with Vin-Tak, and he reversed the power of the truncheon. Watching the oddly ceremonial scene of the Kree standing over a prone and sedated Carol, Daisy could hardly breathe, waiting anxiously for Carol’s eyes to open. Daisy didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care, what Phil had promised in return. All Daisy knew was that Carol relaxed into more peaceful sleep afterward. 

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The first thing Carol felt before opening her eyes was all-consuming pain. She whimpered and tried to pry open her eyes, but all she saw was a nurse in scrubs bringing her relief. The medicine fought back the pain but also kept her groggy, and she could barely form words to thank them. When they wheeled her to the bathroom, she’d go through the motions instinctually but not really processing any of it: the color of the tile, the temperature of the water at the sink, how she ended up back in bed. Even her own pale, hollow reflection was a stranger. The pattern continued like this, in and out, but she was aware of a presence always beside her. 

She remembered an older woman dying in her arms, perhaps like a mother. Another and another, in various scenes: human, alien, men, women, children… so much death. The thought that it might be her turn made something inside her scream NO. But after all this death she’d witnessed, what else was there? 

Then the pain meds hit, and she felt like she was flying, really flying. The sting of the wind and the energy it took to sustain and the way of moving her body to change direction. She knew it as if it was muscle memory. Instinct. 

If only she could fly away from this pain and the exhaustion. The care and concern of the voices around her (and lack of restraints) told her she was being treated by her own people, but she couldn’t picture the faces of her team. 

Every time pain came back, she gave up trying to puzzle it all out decided she’d rest a little longer. 

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Daisy typed away at her laptop in Carol’s hospital room, on her cot with her back against the wall, positioned so she could glance up to check on Carol and her vitals from time to time. Despite being out of the field for the foreseeable future, Daisy had not slowed down on her work between nurses and doctors bustling in to look after Carol and spout instructions at Daisy before disappearing again. 

The team came to visit between missions, and tonight it was Jemma’s turn. She offered to sit with Carol while Daisy took a break. 

“You need to get out of this room,” Jemma admonished. “I can tell. It’s driving you mad being in this box.” 

Daisy had to admit Jemma was right. She rubbed her eyes with her fingertips. “It’s more the lack of answers. The doctors say Carol seems to be in a healing state. Feel her skin.” 

Daisy nodded to the exposed, slightly glowing skin on Carol’s unbroken arm. 

Avoiding the IV line, Jemma did, and just as she had suspected, it was burning hot. Carol’s power was clearly trying its best to heal her from the inside out. 

“I thought she might,” Jemma confessed. “I suggested as much to the doctors, but I didn’t know there’d be such a strong sedative effect of the combination of her powers with the IV cocktail to keep her comfortable in the meantime.” 

The IV bag still had hours of medicine left in it. The screen nearby told them Carol’s vitals remained stable, and despite the warmth of her skin, she didn’t have a fever.

“A shower would be really nice,” Daisy sighed. 

“Go! Shower, get some clean clothes, eat something that isn’t hospital food, have a walk…”  

“Okay, okay, I’m going. All of that sounds really good.” Her guilty expression as she looked to Carol prompted Jemma to lightly pull her off the cot and toward the door. Daisy gave Jemma a tired half-smile and put her laptop in her bag. 

“I’ll be back soon,” she said softly, more to Carol than Jemma. 

“Take your time!” Jemma called after her as Daisy left reluctantly. 

As much as she wanted a shower, her stomach told her food was a requirement first. She headed to the pizza shop across the street and took it to-go, eating at a picnic table with a view of the sunset over the city. One tower of Hospital Hill was dedicated to the general public, but as with most such buildings, no one suspected the other tower was reserved for the intelligence agencies, with a floor of beds specific to Shield with restricted access, even excluding those in other agencies with top security clearances. 

Still, Daisy could clock who was here for Tower One or Tower Two. She entertained herself with this game until she was done eating, then headed back to the old red-brick 1940s “factory” that held their secret base. Home.

—---------- 

Daisy didn’t remember falling asleep on top of the bed fully clothed, but she awoke, clutching a fresh T-shirt, all the same. She’d been searching for a specific pair of yoga pants before her involuntary nap had taken over, proving she was more tired than she thought. By the darkness outside, she’d been gone from the hospital longer than planned, so she wasn’t surprised when Jemma called, expecting her to ask about when Daisy was coming back. 

“I’m so sorry, I will be right there,” Daisy said as soon as she answered. “I just need a shower first.” 

“No, no. That’s not—” Jemma’s tone quieted Daisy’s embarrassment. “The doctor gave her a different painkiller, and it’s not causing the same sedation.” 

“Is she awake? Like really awake?” Of course, as soon as Daisy left her side, that would be when she regained full consciousness. Figures.

Jemma hesitated. “Gradually. There’s good news and, well, the news we expected. She is asking for you, but only as the woman who was there before. She knew you were there the whole time. She just can’t remember who you are, or any of us.”

Daisy’s world stopped. Carol didn’t remember her. They’d known this might be a possibility, even with Vin-Tak restoring her memory with the truncheon. 

“She will, though? She will. It just takes time, right?” Daisy gasped for air. “That’s what you said before. We just have to be patient. She’ll heal.”  

“Daisy, I need you to breathe. I think you’re having a panic attack, yeah?” 

Daisy nodded, forgetting Jemma couldn’t see her, but Jemma interpreted the silence correctly.

“Keep breathing with me. Now, here’s what we’re going to do,” Jemma said in her best gentle but firm doctor bedside-manner voice. “We’re going to let Carol adjust. Let her come back a little at a time. Right now, you’re going to take a shower, and then—only when you’re ready—you can come back here where you need to be. Is that all right?” 

“Okay, yes.” Daisy inhaled deeply, collecting herself. “I can do this.” 

“We can do this. You aren’t doing this alone. The whole team is here for you and Carol. Whatever you need.” 

What she needed was her wife back. She needed Carol to hold her and tell her everything was fine, but of course, that was the problem. 

Off the phone with Jemma, Daisy went through the motions of caring for her body, but the shower unleashed something in her that had been held back for days until it burst out in deep, heavy sobs. 

She struggled to catch her breath and slid down to the tile floor. With the safety and privacy of the water, she let all the grief and fear and trauma spill out through her gasps. She’d tried to hold it together for Carol, but now with it confirmed that Carol’s amnesia was still holding on, despite Vin-Tak reversing the effects of the truncheon, the tears were unstoppable. She thought of having to pretend Carol wasn’t her wife, to keep from drowning her with explanations, which would be terrifying to hear from a stranger. She realized Carol wouldn’t be able to say “I love you” back with any sincerity, no longer knowing who Daisy was to her.

Some childish part of her wanted it to be easy. That she’d walk back in the door of that hospital room and Carol would see her and instantly know. Even if it was too much to hope for that the mere sight of Daisy would bring back all of Carol’s memories, at least maybe Carol would see Daisy and instantly recognize her. Some part of her would know they were bonded for life. And still love her. 

She’d pictured a thousand ways of losing Carol. But given Daisy’s history and their shared profession, all of them assumed death. Never once did she account for having to live with a Carol who didn’t know her. But, she reminded herself, they were both alive. And Jemma was giving her hope that Carol would come back, in time. So the challenge, for however long, was clear: to start over fresh and woo her wife all over again.

Daisy sniffed and shakily stood back up in the shower. She could do this. She had survived orphanages and foster homes, homelessness and Shield training, government plots and xenophobia, space and time travel, fighting super villains and her own inner demons. Daisy Johnson, super-agent of Shield, could do anything. 

And don’t get her started on her wife’s power.

With fire in her eyes and anger at the universe fueling her determination, she packed for the hospital like she was prepping for a mission. She wore her backpack and slung her duffle bag over her shoulder, then marched out of the base and right back to Carol’s bedside.

—------------ 

Despite the (understandable) panic at learning she was missing her memories and wasn’t recognizing people she should, Carol relaxed as the familiar hot girl came back. Jemma had said the hot girl’s name was Daisy. Carol’s head hurt too much to decipher why this answer made Jemma nearly laugh and cry at the same time. Carol understood Daisy was her partner, but Jemma wouldn’t say more. She needed to remember on her own so they were sure the amnesia was fading. Jemma recounted what she knew of the battle that had landed her here but said Daisy would know more. 

Maybe it was the way Daisy looked at her, but something about this “partner” of hers both comforted her and made her heart race. 

“Hey,” Daisy smiled but it was so sad that Carol made it her personal mission to cheer her up. Something to focus on besides being a stranger to her own life.

“Hey,” Carol returned. “Jemma tells me that you’re Daisy, right? And we work together?”

“Yeah!” Daisy sat down on the cot. Carol realized Daisy must have been sleeping here, noticing the state of the room in a different way now. “Did Jemma tell you what we do for work?” 

Before Carol could answer, Daisy swiped a finger through the air and the door to the room shut gently but swiftly. 

Carol’s eyes lit up, but she played it safe. “She didn’t, but I can guess. We help people, maybe in ways that normal people can’t? Maybe ways that are considered… super?” 

Daisy smiled in earnest now. “Yeah, there are a few of us on our team with powers, but yours? Yours are on a whole other level. Do you remember them?”

Carol tilted her head and paused for a moment, taking in more of Daisy. She squinted, and let the loudest thought out of her head, as odd as it sounded in response. “Your hands are always cold.”

“Oh.” Daisy wasn’t expecting this answer and looked away, but confirmed, “You warm them up.” 

Carol fought the urge to vocalize how warm Daisy made her feel. If they had a workplace-appropriate relationship, she didn’t want to scare Daisy off or cross a line. 

“But you do a lot more than that,” Daisy continued. When she turned back to Carol, she stood and held out a hand. Carol took it and cautiously mirrored her, making sure to lean on the side of the bed. With one arm broken and the other attached to an IV, she couldn’t exactly catch herself if she fell. Up until today, she had been too loopy to know much beyond that her most basic needs were being taken care of and she didn’t have to fight their healing efforts. 

“Good,” Daisy praised at Carol’s steadiness. “But I want you to do more than stand. This might sound crazy, depending on how much you remember, but I want you to—” 

Carol knew where Daisy was going with this and levitated off the ground. Familiar warmth shot through her, and she let go of Daisy’s hand to fly as high as her IV would let her. It was like coming home to herself.

“It’s everything more recent that’s fuzzy.” Carol savored the moment but landed, close to Daisy. She watched the yellow, white, and purple light fade from her fingers. “The last thing I remember, I was on a space station that was about to explode. Did explode. But I’m guessing this is Earth, right? How did I get back?”

She looked at the window, the English on the signs around her, the 21st-century technology. 

“That was about five years ago,” Daisy sighed. Carol’s balance wobbled. “Let’s get you back into bed so you don’t fall over.”   

She was missing five years again . 

“Do you remember Agent Coulson?” 

Carol struggled to remember the name. “He was a friend of Fury’s?” 

“Yeah. He’s our boss. And my dad.” Daisy shrugged. “Adopted dad. It’s a complicated story.” 

Carol frowned. “I’ll remember it eventually, right?” 

Daisy hesitated, rubbing the swirl of a tattoo on her left ring finger. “Yeah, of course.” 

Carol’s eyelids grew heavy, and her head sank into the pillow. Using her powers drained her energy faster than she expected, but she fought the exhaustion. “Do you promise?” 

The question came out more childlike than intended, but Daisy simply brushed Carol’s hair back. “I promise.”

Carol’s last thought as she drifted off to sleep was that Daisy’s touch was as effective for her frightened mind as any medicine was for her aching body. 

—----------------- 

The next few days were focused on Carol’s physical health, with the doctors taking fervent notes on how rapidly her body was healing. And if she stumbled or lost her balance, Daisy was always there to lean on, literally, as she recovered. 

They weaned Carol off the IV, and all that was left to heal were her broken arm and missing memories. Daisy and their team answered Carol’s questions with facts or light half-answers. They were advised to let Carol’s mind heal without retraumatizing her or overwhelming her, so they did their best to hide their heartache at her confusion. 

Daisy sensed Carol had a secret of her own. Carol might not remember Daisy, but Daisy knew Carol better than anyone. It killed Daisy how Carol looked at her, but for the opposite reason Daisy expected it would. Carol didn’t look at her as a stranger but with the same spark and affection as always. It just didn’t mean what it had. 

She wore that look now, as they waited in the hospital room for the nurse to summon her for her arm X-ray. With good results, her tight, stiff Shield super-cast would be replaced by a much lighter, comfortable model. Then, home. Daisy had no idea how to proceed from here. They had gotten in a rhythm in the hospital room. Not a long-term one, but for the situation, they adapted, as they always had. Now, Daisy had to figure out how to explain to Carol that they were each other’s “partners” in every sense. 

Carol was watching her, a question on her lips. Instead of asking it, she smiled and shook her head, as if dismissing the thought entirely. 

“What?” Daisy asked. “I can tell you want to say something, and it’s okay.”

Carol moved to sit on the edge of the bed, facing Daisy and cradling her cast with the other arm. Her expression flashed with a challenge. “You promise you won’t be offended?” 

“I can take it.” Daisy laughed, as amused as she was curious. 

Carol licked her lips. “Listen, I know there’s a lot of context I’m missing. So we may have been over this already. But just in case we didn’t… This is a fresh start for me, in a way. I know my memories are coming back, but it’s still made me realize that life is short, and we need to take the chance, you know? Just jump.” 

She reached out her healthy arm and Daisy took her hand. “Sorry, I’m not really following here. What are we jumping into?” 

“I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t care what Shield rules it would be breaking.” Carol took a deep breath and shrugged her good shoulder. “I’m falling in love with you. I think we’ve have been for a long time, and maybe we were just too scared to say it. And I can tell you feel the same way. You’ve been right here the whole time. Daisy, I don’t remember much of what we’ve been through as partners on this super team, but I don’t think this is what people do when they are just coworkers.”

Carol gestured to the unmade sheets on the cot Daisy was sitting on. 

Daisy’s brain caught up with Carol’s confession. Carol didn’t remember they were married and yet felt something between them. She thought it was a forbidden coworker love. Daisy tried hard not to giggle at the bittersweet irony but couldn’t help the watery smile that bloomed. 

“You’re right. I didn’t know how to tell you—” but that sentence would remain unfinished as the nurses burst in to accompany Carol to her X-ray. Daisy would wait in the room, confession unspoken that not only was their workplace romance mutual, as Carol suspected Daisy’s answer to be, but that they had sealed the deal years ago. 

The words died on Daisy’s lips as she was left alone. She exhaled and ran a hand through her hair before retrieving her laptop. She had about a dozen emails from Jemma asking about details for Carol’s homecoming, from whether they needed to make up a guest room for Carol to what kind of cake she would like. 

Daisy had a feeling that even if Carol didn’t remember they were married, she’d be very on board with sharing a room and a bed. Mission accomplished. She’d helped Carol heal and won her all over again. It wasn’t as magical as if merely the sight of Daisy had brought back Carol’s memories, but fairytale was overrated. Eventually, the amnesia would fade and, as Carol said, this was a fresh start. 

Now just to figure out how to tell her just how correct her assessment of their feelings had been…

—--------------- 

Carol held her hand still for the X-rays, but the best feeling in the world was getting to flex her fingers and roll her wrist around on the walk back to her hospital room. The doctor noticed. 

“Does that hurt at all? Any limits on your range of motion?” 

Carol considered his questions they approached her room. “It’s really sore, but that’s probably normal, right? From being in the cast and the bruises?” 

She tested it out, stretching as they walked through the doorway and Daisy noticed their entrance. 

The doctor took her arm and prodded, pressed, and gently moved her fingers and wrist around, telling her to say something as soon as she felt any pain. 

She stayed quiet. He stopped and watched her face for any cringe or hidden discomfort. “Actually feels good, like stretching when you’ve been in the same position too long.” 

“I’ll be right back.” He rushed out of the room and down the hall in the direction of the radiology lab they had just left. 

Carol and Daisy were alone again. 

“So, you were saying?” Carol prompted. Instead of answering, Daisy took Carol’s newly freed left hand and pressed a kiss to the back, then made a face. 

“Whatever they put on that does not taste good. Kinda metallic?” 

Carol sniffed it herself and laughed. “I’ll go wash it off. If the doctor comes back and says not to get it wet or they’ll have to keep me here another week, tell him I snuck out the back way.” 

Daisy laughed and rolled her eyes. She didn’t say anything but watched Carol closely as she walked to the ensuite. 

Carol noticed something that wouldn’t wash off. She held her hand up and looked closer. When had she gotten a tattoo? Well, that was obvious: during the five years her memory was missing. It was a flower on her left ring finger. Oddly specific placement. The stem and little leaves continued all the way around, with the petals in a circle on top, right where a diamond would traditionally be, shaped almost like a… daisy. 

Oh. OH. 

Carol rushed out of the bathroom and held out her left hand. She could hardly form words, just gaping at the grinning woman waiting for her to figure it out. 

“It’s you.” Carol’s heart raced as she looked to the flower tattoo and to Daisy, whose tears were pooling in her sparkling eyes. 

“Always,” Daisy promised, rushing to hold Carol close. Carol embraced her tightly and choked back her own tears of grief for the missing memories and for their love being more real than she imagined. 

Carol pulled back. “I’m sorry I can’t remember much.”

“It’s okay,” Daisy soothed. “Give it time.” 

“Why do I remember rain?” 

Daisy nodded in encouragement. “It was raining on our honeymoon on the day we got these.” 

Daisy held her own left hand up so Carol could see the treble clef that wove over the top of Daisy’s ring finger and around. 

“It’s beautiful,” Carol said in awe. “So I was right that we’d had that conversation before. But how? I want to know everything.” 

“Actually,” Daisy corrected with a flirtatious bat of her lashes, “we didn’t need that coworkers-to-lovers confession because we were pretty obvious from day one. You said the last thing you remembered was the exploding spaceship five years ago. I was on the closest ship, which became your extract team. We tripped pulling you in, and you landed right on top of me and made some joke about getting to know each other first or at least buying you a drink. And I did, and then we did…” 

“Wow, I moved in fast?” Carol raised an eyebrow. “Too fast?”  

“It was very mutual,” Daisy assured. “Two years later, you popped the question. We’d just finished a mission and were hiking back to the plane, alone with an amazing view, looking out over a valley and all these mountains.”

“Impressed with past me! Not bad. And you said yes?” 

Daisy gave Carol what she was fishing for. “Hell yes. And then a year later, we said for better or worse, in sickness and in health. Which is good because we’re not as indestructible as they all think.” 

The doctor interrupted again, this time trying to contain his excitement at her medical marvels.

“Agent Danvers, we have excellent news. Not only can you go home today, but you won’t need a new cast. No work yet, at least not in the field, and nothing too strenuous, but you seem to have healed yourself.” 

“Uhh… Thank you,” Carol stuttered out. She hadn’t expected that. She’d been cherishing these moments of freedom before being wrapped up in at least a brace.

He asked a few questions about her amnesia and took notes on his tablet. 

“I remember a lot more now.” Carol took her wife’s hand. This was the most unbelievable part of this whole week. Not the blue guy with a memory-erasing and -restoring truncheon. Not that she was on a Shield superhero team. It was that she’d not only fallen in love with Daisy twice now, but this incredible woman was her wife. That part seemed too good to be true. 

The doctor noted the intention behind Carol’s words and his lips turned up at the corner. “Good to hear. If you need to talk to someone, whether in neurology or psychology to process what you’ve been through, here’s the numbers to call for each.” He handed Carol a card, and she passed it to Daisy for safekeeping. 

They checked out and left the hospital together, ready to start their new chapter. 

—------------------ 

In the early hours of the morning a week later, Carol rolled over in their bed onto her sore shoulder and the pain jolted like a lightning bolt to her brain. The last missing pieces flooded in, and in her drowsy state, it hardly registered that this wasn’t a nightmare. It was a flashback: Vin-Tak ready to steal Daisy from her, getting there too late, the impact of the truncheon, and falling with her arm at just the wrong angle. 

She whimpered and, as a defensive reflex, curled up tightly. This woke Daisy up as Carol’s knee hit her lower back. 

“Ow.” Daisy rolled over and saw Carol’s furrowed brow and tightly shut eyes. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Daisy pulled Carol close, and after a minute, Carol panted and eventually relaxed. When her eyes opened, it was like a dark curtain lifted from her brain. 

“Daisy.” Carol said it with a clarity and recognition and awe that had been slowly fading in, now fully restored. “I’m back.” 

#daisy johnson #carol danvers #aos #agents of shield #captain marvel #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #wlw #sapphic fic #femslash #lesbian carol danvers #bisexual daisy johnson #skywriting #amnesia #amnesia au #marvel femslash #hurt/comfort #ficwip 5k 2023

[doctorwhoisadhd]

what are your thomas england thoughts? like what do u think thomas was like b4 they died

ok so thomas england is DEFINITELY one of the players who i imagine as part of the Prehistory Fridays Gang. so first he was around for everything in prehistory (along with fletcher berger, sebastian diaz and his partner, erickson hendricks, rhonda elliott, our lady of perpetual friday, fenry marlow and their dog homer, fitzgerald massey, jessi wise, and mrs silk who was then miss silk. and then also baby york and his dad parker, who was dating miss silk. obv not all of these people were necessarily fridays players at the time though maybe they worked behind the scenes). so THAT was a whole thing.

honestly part of the problem of being LITERALLY retconned out of the game is nobody remembers you anymore. thomas england was only around long enough to get joke lore, we were only really just starting to flesh out relationships between the players when he got incinerated, and he didnt get any of that. and what adds to this problem is, well in the fridays style of lore, we dont necessarily think about what a player does outside of blaseball, or at least we DEFINITELY didnt early on (and didnt get ANY new entirely unlored players until relatively late af in the game — so like, after sixpack on s4d86 our next two were fenry and yass statter jr in the s13 and s19 elections respectively). so as a result there isnt any kind of a precedent to fall back on for what i think about what he did?

but here's what i DO know;

i disagree with the wiki on this one: neither of his parents are from the UK (there is no way). i like to think like, at least one of his parents is native, and hes lived there his entire life

his legal name is thomas england + thats whats on all his blaseball stuff, but typically with other islanders he'd use pelekane (which is what some of the last few members of the hawaiian royal family called england in ʻolelo hawaiʻi). so its like, his career name is thomas england

hes transmasc B) also ADHD

he played first base

he loves doctor who, and not just because its from the UK. like, hes seen the TV movie and at least one of the peter cushing movies and most of classic who, listened to a whole bunch of audios, reads the comics and the novels and like every EDA, has a subscription to dwmag, his bar for media quality is on the fucking GROUND so its literally all good he just loves dr who so much. he also probably has a cosplay of literally every doctor (including the shalka doctor and like the curse of fatal death ones too)

despite this he DOES. NOT. know ANYTHING about UK culture. he is constantly having amelia bedelia type misunderstandings of what things are. (ex: beans on toast = toast, peanut butter, jelly beans / "the tube" = "big pneumatic tube like the one for salmon, except people sized" / thinks john lennon's name was actually "john lemon")

he cant tell a single british accent apart he just identifies all of it as "british accent". fitz massey is from australia and is completely unaware that he thinks they are british. it is extremely lucky that he has never met anyone from ireland because they would probably strangle him. (weirdly though: despite him identifying approximately 50% of kiwis as british seemingly completely at random (absolutely no common criteria has been found at all. not looks not age not location nothing), he identifies 100% of scottish accents as "aotearoan")

he plays ʻukulele! maybe he worked at a ʻukulele store for a time at some point, even if it was like a summer job during high school... i like to think he's what got heat into playing :')

obsessed with choose your own adventure stories. he loves them.

(fridays angst train incoming) so york grew up with the whole Prehistory Fridays Gang as his family, and when york was really really little he couldnt say "thomas" (or england or pelekane, for that matter) but would ask him if they could play "docka who" all the time, so eventually what stuck for thomas england was he became york's "uncle who"

#thomas england #blaseball #fridays #hawaii fridays #hawai'i fridays #hawaiʻi fridays #york silk #stevenson heat #fitzgerald massey #ari opinion hour #askbox

[you-will-meet-your-downfall]

Keeptober 2023 day 7!!

@keeptober 2023 day 7!!!! I'm really excited for this.

Idk if I'm early or not for day 7 and I just randomly started this so wee

Day 7: Flashback

Topic: What if they were too late?

Form: Writing

Word count: 292

This was not how things were meant to go.

Sophie couldn't help but crash down on her knees and sob.

This was not how things were meant to go.

And yet, here she was.

If she didn't have her stupid crush on Fitz, if she didn't agree to help him, if she..

There were too many thoughts circling her head.

"Foster? Foster! Stay with me Foster!" She whipped her head back to see a familiar blonde boy. Keefe.

"How.. how did you get here?" She asked, her voice cracking. They were in the middle of nowhere, with no crystals leading to their destination. And yet, there he was, his ice blue eyes glancing down at where she knelt.

"I have my ways" He tried to joke. But it didn't work. Sophie could here the the tinge of sadness in his voice

This was not how things were meant to go.

This was not how things were meant to go!

She was so stupid. Too stupid to hear the voices in her mind. Too stupid to understand what her head was screaming. So stupid that her crush on Fitz made everything, everything awful. So stupid that-

"Foster, don't," Keefe said, kneeling down beside her. "everything will be okay."

She didn't need to be an empath to see just how destroyed he was inside. Didn't need to be a telepath to hear his mind cursing. Didn't need to read his mind to know that he didn't believe what he said.

But she held his hand anyway.

And they both burst into tears along with everyone around them. Timkin, Stina, Edaline, Vika, Grady, Tarina and Fitz.

And she couldn't help but think "What if I'd been here earlier"

As they stared at Silvenys dead body.

Thanks for reading <3

#keeptober #kotlc keefe #kotlc #kotlc sophie #kotlc fandom #kotlc fanfic #keeptober day 7 #silveny #kotlc silveny #inktober #sorry not sorry #kotlc flashback #flashback