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inevitably-johnlocked · 11 months

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hey steph!! would you happen to have any 'medium burn' (slow burn for the impatient) Johnlock fics? preferably minimal to no spice and a happy ending is a must! my weak heart can not bear an angsty ending :<

Thank you for all you do here <3

Hey Nonny!

HAHAHAH AHHHHH YES. The Medium Burn, huh. I never thought of calling my shorter "slow burn" fic lists Medium burn, but like... that's a good thing to call it! Because you don't have to wait too long to get it, hahha!

Ah, let me collect all the shorter fics on my Slow Burn Fics Lists and compile them here! I provide ratings for all of them, and chose to keep under.... 25K, let's say! If you're here on my blog, I'm guessing you can read through my lists like eating candy, so 25K is nothing hee hee.

I tag all my fics, so feel free to ignore the Ratings and Sad tags that you don't want to read <3

MEDIUM BURN FICS (Slow Burn Under 25K w.)

New Year, New Beginning by DaisyFairy (T, 810 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, New Year’s Eve, John POV, Friends to Lovers) – New Year at a crime scene and John makes a decision.

Ex by Itsallfine (T, 1,248 w., 1 Ch. || Angsty Fluff, Love Confessions, Coming Out, Exes, First Kiss, Fake Relationship, Getting Outed) – One night, in the midst of their post-case high and on the cusp of something more, John and Sherlock run into John’s ex. His ex-boyfriend.

In Dreams by Youarethelightoftheworld (T, 1,340 w., 1 Ch. || Falling in Love, Accidental Cuddling, Snuggling, Fluff, Romance, Domestic Fluff) – Every once in a while, the dark makes it easier to see.

There's Always Three of Us by Itsallfine (T, 1,765 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic/Post TFP, Parentlock / Rosie, Angelo’s, First Kiss, January 29, Love Declarations) – Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo's and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

Want by siennna (T, 1,806 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining, First Kiss Requited, Second Person POV Sherlock) – When John speaks, you hear more than words. You hear the rise and fall of his tone, the comfortable quake of his laughter, the warm pauses of silence in between. When John laughs, there are stars glittering on his tongue and galaxies resting just behind his teeth, and you wish you could press your lips there and burrow into the warm sound. Part 6 of sienna’s favorites

100 ways to say 'I love you' by Teatrolley (NR, 2,143 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Fluff, Domestics) – Sherlock sleeps with John’s body next to him, and wakes up to find him making them both toast in the kitchen with sleep still sitting in the corner of his eye, and he holds on tight to every little intimacy that John gives him; every little small moment, every little fond smile. It could be enough. Still, he’d like more. But Sherlock Holmes doesn’t know how to ask for things. Luckily, John does. In which there are a hundred phrases and none of them are “I love you.” Until they are.

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w., 1 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn't ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn't bother him to propose to John even though they're not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

Rooftop Confession by Random_Nexus (T, 2,514 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock, Developing Relationship, Friendship / Love, Angsty Fluff) – Sherlock asks John to join him for a slightly unexpected discussion.

BBCSH 'How To Save A Life' by tigersilver (T, 2,784 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Angsty Schmoop, Requited Love) – Pining, requited, and unabated spates of 'first kiss' fluff. Post Mary, AU, mildly cracky. John lays a smooch on Sherlock's nape in passing. The world does that thing it does when it wobbles and Sherlock practically falls off his own pins. Part 1 of 'How To...'

What He's Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Once is Enough by Jominerva (T, 3,030 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Domestic Fluff, Whump) – Just as the earth rises to meet the sun at every mountain crest, John reaches out for Sherlock and takes his hand in his own."Tell me it won't end like this," he says, blue eyes holding grey while he laces their fingers together. Sherlock lets out a shaky laugh and shakes his head. "I wish I could."

A Bit of Indulgence by beltainefaerie (NR, 3,364 w. || Fake Relationship, Pride Parade, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Dev. Rel., Case Fic) – A case leads John and Sherlock to fake being boyfriends and John runs into an old acquaintance.

Hope Springs Eternal by QuinnAnderson (T, 4,054 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Pining Sherlock, Vacation, Anxious Sherlock, Love Confessions, Fluff, Requited Love) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes go on holiday, and Sherlock has romance on the brain.

How Will I Know? by eragon19 (E, 4,895 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, POV Sherlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Imagination, Papa Lestrade, Masturbation) – Here was the problem: Sherlock Holmes was completely and irrevocably in love with John Watson, and he had absolutely no idea how to tell him.

changing tides by simplyclockwork (M, 5,983 w., 1 Ch. || Substance Use, Drug Relapse, High Sherlock, Sherlock Falls Down Stairs / Injury, Caring John, Drugs, Oblivious John, Hurt/Comfort, Angst With Happy Ending, Acceptance, Pre-Relationship, Addiction, Starting Over, Self-Destructive Behaviour, Drugged Hallucinations, Forehead Touching, Sherlock POV) – If Sherlock were to stop to think about it, he might wonder if he’s simply lonely. He doesn’t stop to think about it.

Closeted by sussexbound (T, 6,115 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confession, First Kiss, Games, Trapped in a Closet) – Sherlock and John get trapped in a closet while on a case. Some revelations are made while they play a game to pass the time. Part 1 of Intimacy

Full Disclosure by Itsallfine (E, 7,032 w., 1 Ch. || Bars & Pubs, Fake Relationship, First Kiss / Time, Love Confessions, John’s Army Mates, Three Continents Watson, Semi-Public Sex) – John’s army mates get together for the first time post-discharge and invite John “Three Continents” Watson to join them. If John shows up alone, he knows he’ll be the object of non-stop ridicule all night. Sherlock plays along. John tests the waters.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w., 1 Ch. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock's study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn't entirely mind.

Their Great Reward by BeautifulFiction (T, 10,095 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Fluff) – Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember.

Down with this Ship by FrostedFlame (PinkOrchid) (M, 10,862 w., 10 Ch. || For a Case, Gay Bar, Pining, Coming Out, Slow Burn) – Sherlock drags John undercover to a gay bar - for a case, of course - looking forward to seeing John flustered by their surroundings (since you know, he's NOT GAY). John decides that he has hidden both his orientation and his feelings for his daft flatmate for far too long. He is done hiding, time to be honest with his bloody best friend in the world. He just hopes it won't change anything between them. And then it does.

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w., 1 Ch. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock's perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

I See You Through by belovedmuerto (T, 12,078 w., 8 Ch. || Psychic AU || Empath John, Alternate TGG, Whump, Nightmares, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Pre-Slash) – John has never asked Sherlock about his past, his childhood, the reason he quails in lonely misery almost every time he sees his brother. He’s never needed to. Part 2 of An Experiment in Empathy

The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,097 w., 4 Ch. || Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, First Kiss/Time, Fix-It) – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just...he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows. It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

Speaker for the Bees by antietamfalls (M, 14,649 w., 3 Ch. || Deaf Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Sign Language) – It isn't always easy assisting a deaf detective. Luckily for John, they make a pretty good team.

Merlot by Itsallfine (E, 14,844 w., 17 Ch. || Christmas, Pining Sherlock, Wine, Slow Burn, First Kiss / Time, Love Confessions, Wine, Holmes Family) – Sherlock and John work toward becoming something more as they prepare to host the Holmes parents at 221B for the holidays. Part of 25 Days of Fic-Mas 2015.

A Hooligans’ Game Played By Gentlemen by scullyseviltwin (E, 15,213 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Rugby as Foreplay, Porn with Lots of Plot, John POV, Ogling, Body Appreciation, Cranky Sherlock, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Touching, Heavy Petting, Blow Job, Botttomlock) – In which John wants to get back in shape, does so, joins a rugby league and has sex with Sherlock Holmes. In that order.

Pleasure to Burn by scullyseviltwin (E, 17,863 w., 1 Ch. || Firefighter AU || Firefighter John / Arson Investigator Sherlock, Slow Burn, Pining, Case Fic-ish) – “If you’d kindly stop knocking about in there and destroying all of my evidence, it would be most appreciated!” John groaned and for a moment rested his head against the side of the truck. Of course he was the only captain left on the scene, which meant he would have to be the one to deal with the arson investigator.

Anytime by SilentAuror (E, 17,995 w., 1 Ch. || UST, Porn With Feels, POV Sherlock, Romance, UST/URT, Happy Ending, Drunken Endeavours) – Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him. “You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him. Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

The White Lotuses by SilentAuror (E, 20,340 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Domestic, Romance) – One day John realises that he just isn't where he belongs, which is back at Baker Street with Sherlock. So he goes back and Sherlock, in his own way, courts him. Romance.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

Once More, With Feeling by cellard00rs (T, 21,178 w., 7 Ch. || John’s Family, Fake Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Humour) – To put off his meddlesome, matchmaking mother, John convinces Sherlock to play the role of his significant other. Unparalleled awkwardness ensues.

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, 23,584 w., 9 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Drama, Fluff & Angst, Humour, Romance) – Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And "Anthea", too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse

Tomorrow's Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining, Jealous Sherlock) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w., 4 Ch. || S3 Fix It, Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance, Humour, Masturbation, Love Declarations, Bottomlock, Brief Suicidal Ideations) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

#johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #slow burn fics #under 25k fics #long post #medium burn fics

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rosesradio · 5 months

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may i ask why ppl hate caleo so much? I'm reading ToA rn so idk if it's based on stuff that happens there, but in HoO I didn't really catch anything that would make it this "don't touch with a ten foot pole" ship, yk?

/gen

Hi !! Thanks for sending this in. I feel like I and others have kinda gone through some things in the anti-caleo tag, but I'm gonna go through some of the reasons with as much textual evidence and objectivity as possible. (minus my inevitable unorganized rambles, they're contextually relevant, stop looking at me--)

That being said, this is completely a matter of opinion, as all shipping is. I don't mean to say that you are "allowed" to ship or that you're "stupid" for shipping xyz, I couldn't care less what you ship--let's all just be nice to each other.

That being said, let's start with the two most common reasons why most people dislike caleo:

1.) the age gap

2.) their "bickering to lovers" dynamic is not written well/they seem to dislike each other/etc

The easier one to start with would be the age gap. Now (warnings for rent-lowering gunshots around my blog), I meant what I said when I said I don't care about ships. Most of my beloved mutuals ship the nastiest shit imaginable, and I am very anti-censorship (but that's several other posts). I generally have preferences for healthy ships when it comes to a Fluffy Endgame (dark fics with toxic ships are different to me).

That being said, I don't typically enjoy ships with a large age gap, and most other people find them unappealing as well. I could be persuaded with some (nipollo and rachel/apollo, i'm looking at you), but caleo just kinda grosses me out in this regard, probably due to other aspects of their relationship.

(Some people say she's "mentally fifteen", but I don't really buy that--if she were like a faerie or something, maybe, but I see her more as Edward in Twilight--looks young but has wisdom beyond her years. There's no definitive answer on this so it's not something I would like to debate (none of this is lol) but I thought I would mention it anyways.)

Although your question is about ToA, I'm only going to cover HoH through the first ToA book, because I'm still reading through the ToA books (though I know the big spoilers). I know caleo takes on a bigger role in the second book so i might come back and do a part two to uh...complain about their dynamic more? lol

so, without further ado--

The House of Hades

So, this is the first impression we get of Calypso from Leo's perspective--the highlights to keep this from being 1 million years long (it still will be lol)--

"She looked maybe fifteen, about Leo's age, and, sure, she was pretty; but with that angry expression on herface she reminded Leo of every popular girl in every school he'd ever attended—the ones who made fun of him, gossiped a lot, thought they were so superior, and basically did everything they could tomake his life miserable.Leo disliked her instantly.

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The girl clenched her fists. Leo was pretty sure she was going to march down the crater and punch him in the face.

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"Show yourself!" the girl yelled at the sky, completely ignoring Leo. "It's not bad enough I am exiled? It's not bad enough you take away the few good heroes I'm allowed to meet? You think it's funny to send me this—this charbroiled runt of a boy to ruin my tranquility? This is NOT FUNNY! Take him back!""

--pg 213 of The House of Hades pdf.

Now, keeping in mind that I read this for the first time at 13 and he was my book boyfriend (Or Whatever), I was not a fan of this, but even now that I've grown out of that, this still rings unfavorable to me.

He compares her to his bullies, the ones who made fun of him and created insecurities within him. And, making no effort to clear her name from this association, what is one of the first things she does? Screams at the gods for sending someone so conventionally unattractive. One of Leo's biggest insecurities in the books is not being as conventionally attractive or built as the other guys in the seven. One of his other insecurities is not having a girlfriend when everyone else is coupled up. So the solution is not to have him learn self-love and/or the love of friends, but to instead give him a girlfriend--the build-up time of which is short and intense. Not only that, but his love interest insults one of his biggest insecurities.

We're off to a great start.

Of course, I can't really blame Calypso for being pissed about the wreckage and about being sent another hero instead of being freed from the island. I would be pretty pissed, too, but she still treats him pretty badly, seemingly because he's not the "right" hero.

(For this next bit I am going through their time together in House of Hades and just noting anything that rings as a red flag to me--which is not a stretch as it's pretty much every other line lol. The brackets [] add context for dialogue, the parentheses () is my commentary, though most of these speak for themselves imo)

""Oh-gee-gee-ah." The girl pronounced it slowly, as if Leo were five years old.

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She looked like she was about to answer but stopped herself. "It doesn't matter. You'll be gone soon. You're obviously a mistake."

That was harsh, Leo thought.He'd spent enough time thinking he was a mistake—as a demigod, on this quest, in life in general. He didn't need a random crazy goddess reinforcing the idea

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"What am I supposed to do, then? Sit in the sand dunes until I die?" [Leo asked]

"That would be fine...." The girl threw down her trowel and cursed at the sky. "Except I suppose he can't die here, can he? Zeus! This is not funny!"

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She looked the same age as him, but he wondered how old she really was. (age gap thing, delicious!)

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"Would you be sweet," [Calypso said], "if they laughed at you by sending another hero, but a hero who looked like—like you?"

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"Three thousand." Leo's mouth felt tingly, like he'd just eaten Pop Rocks. "Uh, you look good for three thousand."

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"And now...the worst insult of all. The gods mock me by sending you." [Calypso said]

Anger bubbled in Leo's stomach.Yeah, typical. If Jason were here, Calypso would fall all over him. She'd beg him to stay, but he'd be all noble about returning to his duties, and he'd leave Calypso brokenhearted. That magic raft would totally arrive for him. (heartbreaking to hear about leo's insecurities but also...he is so gay for jason jdskjfs--)

But Leo? He was the annoying guest she couldn't get rid of. She'd never fall for him, because she was totally out of his league.

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Despite the gifts, Calypso obviously didn't want to see him. One time he poked his head inside the cave and she freaked out, yelling and throwing pots at his head. (how to treat an abuse survivor 101)

Yeah, she was definitely on Team Leo. (this honestly just reminds me of the Echo scene and, honestly, I'd ship him with Echo Big Time over calypso)

He ended up pitching a more permanent camp near the footpath, where the beach met the hills.That way he was close enough to pick up his meals, but Calypso didn't have to see him and go into a pot-throwing rage.

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"They are completely fireproof," Calypso promised. "They'll stay clean and expand to fit you,should you ever become less scrawny." (the prev part about her repairing the clothes was actually sweet in a platonic way...could have gone without the body-shaming !)

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Then he remembered that this annoying fifteen-year-old girl was actually the immortal daughter of a Titan."

--pages 214-227 of The House of Hades pdf

Now, at this point I'll say that their relationship actually becomes quite sweet once they get past the frankly horrible section of time where they want each other to die. They're both lonely, they come to some understanding...I suppose this is a matter of opinion, but the romance aspect does feel forced. Time is different in Ogygia so it's hard to say how long Leo was there, if I were to estimate I'd say 3 weeks, but given that it's like 19 pages (and the text is larger on the pdf copy lol), it does feel rushed. Man do I wish they went for the platonic angle, but Richard could never.

The Blood of Olympus

Everyone's favorite book! lmao.

Now that our lovebirds are in Lovebird Territory (i guess), the amount of toxicity dwindles, but let's bite:

"'Sit tight, Sunshine,' he told Calypso's picture. 'I'll get back to you, just like I promised.'

Leo could imagine her response: 'I am not waiting for you, Leo Valdez. I am not in love with you.And I certainly don't believe your foolish promises!' The thought made him smile. (I guess this is supposed to be sarcastic, but way to reintroduce the concept of her really not liking him?)"

--pg 64 of The Blood of Olympus pdf

So, most of this book has mentions of Calypso from Leo's pov, and I gotta say (forgetting entirely that this doc is supposed to at least try to be subjective)...they neutered my boy. I often don't reread past MoA because of the caleo content, though what glimpses I've seen shows that his pov has experienced a massive shift. I think having so little page time and such an intense relationship buildup causes some readers to dislike how fundamentally she alters Leo's pov.

Additionally, I've seen some posts about Leo's suicide ideation. That is not something I want to go in depth about on this post, but I did want to draw attention to this excerpt I caught:

"Now the Argo II was approaching the end of its voyage. Leo's whole life – his childhood with Tía Callida; his mother's death in that warehouse fire; his years as a foster kid; his months at Camp Half-Blood with Jason and Piper – all of it would culminate tomorrow morning in one final battle.

He opened the access panel. Festus's voice creaked over the intercom.

'Yeah, buddy,' Leo agreed. 'It's time.'

More creaking.

'I know,' Leo said. 'Together till the end?'

Festus squeaked affirmatively.

Leo checked the ancient bronze astrolabe, which was now fitted with the crystal from Ogygia. Leo could only hope it would work.

'I will get back to you, Calypso,' he muttered. 'I promised on the River Styx.'

He flipped a switch and brought the navigation device online. He set the timer for twenty-four hours.

Finally he opened the engine's ventilator line and pushed inside the vial of the physician's cure. It disappeared into the veins of the ship with a decisive thunk.

'Too late to turn back now,' Leo said.

He curled on the floor and closed his eyes, determined to enjoy the familiar hum of the engine for one last night."

--pg 224 of The Blood of Olympus pdf

I'm not going to draw any definitive conclusions on the subtext of this or his plan with the physician's cure, but I will say Leo definitely needs therapy and the support of his friends over his want of a girlfriend. (And I'd say this regardless of ships--even if it were my beloved valdangelo. If Leo's mental health isn't addressed, it just makes it seem like a lazy fix-all)

I'm not going to pretend to be the best writer or understand character arcs better than our good friend Richard, but I think one of the reasons why Leo's character arc failed in this final installment is that Leo got what he wanted instead of what he needed. The best character arcs will display what a character wants, but by the end of the journey, a character will realize what they really need.

For example, in Gravity Falls (great show btw), towards the end of the series, Mabel wants to stay in a magical bubble created as a trick by Bill Cipher so she can stay in Gravity Falls forever. In the end, however, she realizes that what she really needs is to go back home to California with her brother, where they can get through high school with the support of each other.

If Leo had undergone an arc in which he really wants a girlfriend, but later realizes he needs to love himself first, that would have been really great and nice for kids to see that they don't need a significant other to make them whole.

Additionally--surprisingly--there were no glaring red flags for the rest of this book. They have a general vibe of "she doesn't really like him and he's a silly little guy" that I feel like is just rick pulling a "can I copy your homework?" with percabeth but it came out Wrong, but that's a matter of opinion.

ToA: The Hidden Oracle

""Here you go." Leo handed her a glass of lemonade. His expression seemed darker and more anxious, as if...Ah, of course. Leo had rescued Calypso from her prison island. In doing so, Calypso had lost her powers. Leo felt responsible."

--pg 239 of The Hidden Oracle pdf

This seems like something they'd have to work through, which is possible, but also a very intense thing to put on a relationship between an already traumatized 16 year old (and his over 3000 year old girlfriend, etc.) I suppose if this was written through in a thoughtful way I'd understand, but it's kind of one of those things that makes me look at them and go...realistically, at best I see them lasting 6 months to a year.

(tbh a lot of the ships outside of percabeth don't seem to have that...well, percabeth longevity--i mean just look at how jiper broke up. not that Richard would break caleo up atp, of course...unless...)

Final Thoughts (unless I return after finishing ToA but no promises)

And so, we conclude. I think I learned some stuff by revisiting canon instead of just remaining amongst online fandom & my memory of canon. Honestly, I can see why people would like this ship--I still hate it the most out of any pjo ship, but I gotta admit it had its sweet moments. Just as I pointed out red flags and had opinions stated as subjective, other people could point out what they consider green flags and why they think the ship is great.

To conclude (my English teachers quaking in their boots rn), myself and other caleo haters dislike the ship due to the age difference, the rushed nature, and the enemies to lovers dynamic being written in a way that ultimately gives the energy that our love birds do not like each other. I hope this dive into the foundation of their relationship clarifies some of these things for you, and thanks for the ask!

#anti caleo #pjo #leo valdez #i didn't send this to my editor and think a lot into it what are you talking about #rose's asks

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yayakoishii · 2 months

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tastes like vinegar | Taiga x Reader

Fandom: Idaten Jump

Pairing: Samejima Taiga x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre/Tags: Jealous Taiga, Insecurities, Spoilers upto Ep. 28

Summary: Taiga gets jealous of Koei when you praise the ninja rider and his bike.

A/n: I was feeling really in love with Taiga after his match against Arthur and the way he took the defeat so well– he's just the best 😭 I want him to have the whole world. My mind was blank of ideas and then I thought, "what if... jealous Taiga!!" and Koei is such a good target for his jealousy 😂

The title of the fic is a reference to a phrase I often see in Chinese novels and dramas– vinegar is like a metaphor for jealousy. So when someone is jealous, they say that it looks like the person has swallowed vinegar.

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"...amazing how he can control it that high up," you were going off about Aero Scissors.

Normally, outings were reserved for Taiga and you to talk about yourselves and your work but he hadn't realised that your work as a mechanic would include you talking about Koei. (His MTB, actually, but the green monster inside his chest was focusing more on the person who owned the bike.)

There was a shine in your eye as you spoke, chopsticks holding hands waving about over your bowl of noodles while you explained how the lighter frame of Aero Scissors made it easier for the wind to lift it or something along those lines. Taiga could never ignore what you were saying so he had to sit there and listen to you heap praise on the build of the bike and also its rider for how well he controlled and rode it.

"... different from Bloody Fang, of course," you paused when you noted how quiet Taiga was, unlike his usual self. He would always hum or nod when you were talking to show that he was listening, but today, all his attention was focused on his bowl in a weirdly intense manner. "Are you okay?"

"Hm?" Taiga looked up at you and blinked at your concern. "I'm alright."

"Am I talking too much?" You asked with an easy smile before taking your first bite after quite a while. Taiga smiled back and shook his head. "Then, something on your mind? Something you wanna say instead of listening to me yap about bikes?"

"No, you can continue," Taiga gestured, his own chopsticks just moving the noodles around in his bowl. "I'm listening."

You watched him quietly for a few seconds as you chewed thoughtfully then shrugged and decided to finish what you were saying. This time though, you paid closer attention to Taiga's microexpressions and noted the brief notes of anger and sadness whenever you mentioned Koei or praised Gabu's skills as a racer.

"It's all super interesting," you said mildly, looking down at your own bowl instead of Taiga. "I'm lucky I get to see them up close. It took me a while to get Koei to trust me enough to examine Aero Scissors but he's a pretty nice guy once you get to know him. I can't blame him for not trusting me after those four keep meddling with him, y'know? Since I'm also in Sharktooth…"

Taiga seemed to have frozen in the middle of what you had said. He couldn't help but wonder at your words. Was there a possibility that you might… like Koei? There was already something about the ninja that made him deeply uncomfortable but now, there was this inexplicable anger and feeling of inferiority that Taiga was feeling towards him. He didn't like feeling like that one bit.

A gentle nudge to his elbow startled Taiga out of his own thoughts and he looked at you. You were sitting much closer to him than before, your empty bowl pushed aside so that your arm was bumping into his. Your head was turned to face him and the expression you had on was… unusual.

"What?" He swallowed, pushing down the snap in his voice that was about to automatically surface from even thinking about Koei. You smiled softly at him, the same smile that always made his heart skip a beat. Now, Taiga wondered if you smiled that way towards Koei too.

Koei was older, a good rider, a caring brother… There was no reason for you to choose Taiga over Koei. So to speak, Taiga himself had lost to both Yamato Shō and Arthur and if you were disappointed in him and thought Koei was better for winning against Arthur… Then there wasn't anything wrong in that. Taiga could understand that. But that didn't mean he had to like it.

The idea of Koei taking you out on dates, holding your hand, having dinner with you like he was doing right now– it made his chest feel too tight and suffocating. Like something was inserting a thousand needles into his heart.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked, eyes knowing. Taiga blinked and looked away, trying not to show his hurt on his face. He couldn't lie to you but…

"Nothing," he muttered instead. Lying by omission was still lying but he couldn't tell you what he felt. It was easier to just stay away and console his broken heart while you got together with Koei.

"I can tell you're not thinking about nothing," you said, poking him with your index finger. A sad smile crawled over your face and you tilted your head before asking, "Do you know what my dream is?"

Taiga looked at you in question, confused by the sudden change in topic. You smiled and looked away, giving your empty bowl back to the shopkeeper before you continued.

"C'mon, you gotta guess," you teased. Taiga hurriedly finished his own bowl while he thought over the whole time he has known you, every bit of information you had told him about yourself that he had carefully stored in the nooks of his heart for safe-keeping. You let him think, quietly humming to yourself as he did and Taiga only answered you after the two of you had left the shop.

"To build a bike by yourself." He wasn't super confident but he still said it firmly. If it wasn't this, then he had surely failed you. Your look of surprise answered him before you did.

"You really do pay attention to me," you said, a little in awe. "I never outright told you and you still figured it out. Ha... You're amazing, Taiga."

Was he? But he wasn't amazing enough for you to like him, right? Then what was the use of being so good at something like this? He couldn't even impress you more than some guy who was lower in rank than him. Right now, amazing doesn't feel enough.

"Well, you definitely don't know the answer to this question, though," you said confidently. The two of you were walking back home, footsteps slow and steady so that you could talk longer, taking the longer path though you both knew plenty of shortcuts. Taiga looked at you curiously and it only made you grin as you asked, "Who do I want to build that bike for?"

Taiga stopped in his tracks. You had someone in mind that you wanted to ride the ultimate bike you would make someday? He didn't have an answer for that. He hadn't thought that you would want someone specific to have that bike, but it made sense. Of course, you would want a really great rider to own your bike. There were so many around you, so if you had chosen someone, it wouldn't be that unbelievable.

"No," he admitted after resuming walking. You, who had stopped beside him, matched his speed. "I don't know the answer to this one."

"Ah," you tutted lowly, looking up at the night sky. "I guess you don't know all of me yet, Taiga."

"Guess not," he sneaked a peek at your profile, illuminated by the moonlight and the street lamps and the LED lights of shops around the two of you. Even in that weird clash, you seemed to glow like the beautiful person he knew you were. You could have anyone in the world. Someone like you deserved to choose the best for yourself.

"Do you wanna know the answer?" You finally looked at him again and Taiga felt his feet root to the spot at the gleam in your eye. The excitement to share something with him. He was curious, but it also felt like the answer had the ability to hurt him. If you said the name of Koei, or someone like Arthur even, he was not sure if his heart could take it. "Okay, how about I give you a hint? He is my favourite rider in the whole world."

Oh.

Taiga looked at you, wide eyed. Your hands were joined behind your back as you gave him a soft smile. Taiga had known you for months now, months spent learning the most random bits of information about you. But the one bit that was the most important to him was that…

Your favourite rider was Taiga.

You had said it teasingly a few times. Every time, he took it as a joke, not letting himself hope, but the way you were looking at him right now, he could tell that you were serious. Your eyes flitted away nervously.

"He's…," you sounded shy, "a bit of an idiot, but he's really so cool. He's such an amazing rider and I want to make a bike for him that lets his skills shine through, you know? Something that can shine with him, so that everyone gets to know how talented he is. I want to study all these Idaten bikes and other interesting MTBs so that I can take all that knowledge and make him a masterpiece that he will love."

Taiga didn't really know what to say. The thoughts from half an hour back that were scared that you might like Koei had floated away. Your dream was to make a bike for him. Koei was not the one getting a bike made by you. Taiga was. If that didn't show who you clearly favoured then… What did?

"Are you…" he hesitated, "Are you sure you want to give it to him? There might be better riders out there that would–"

"No one is a better fit than him," you said confidently. "After all, I'm making it for him. Because I want him to have it. How can something made specifically for you suit someone else better?"

You started walking again and for a few seconds, Taiga just stared at your back, watching the distance between you grow until you stopped and turned your head back to give him a lovely smile. The smile that always made his heart beat faster because it meant that you were truly happy.

"He is an idiot," you paused and winked at him, "but he's my favourite for a reason, y'know?"

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#idaten jump #idaten jump anime #fanfiction #idaten jump fanfiction #samejima taiga #taiga samejima #samejima taiga x reader #samejima taiga x you #taiga samejima x reader #taiga samejima x you #taiga x reader #taiga x you #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #mechanic reader #fanfic

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jessfromouterspace · 7 months

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nature of the weave 🌼 chapter two

a rolan/tav story

[this story features a named tav, Mari, I'll be putting together some info for her, she'll be tagged with oc:mari]

ao3 link

Mari could feel the eyes of her companions burning through her as she and Rolan held each other, both not ready to let the moment end.

As she pulled away, he held onto her wrist, one clawed finger sliding under the newly anchored bracelet. The feeling of being bound to him, no matter how slightly, sent a wave of emotion through her.

“I don't suppose you could take a night off from saving the world, could you?” He asked, looking down into her eyes, not even aware of the bustling store around them.

“For you? I'll make the time.” She couldn't help but smile widely, relishing in the feeling of his finger stroking the inside of her wrist.

“Be back here before sunset?” His eyebrows rose, a hopefulness she had yet to see from him plastered across his face. “If you can, of course.” His voice trailed off, his insecurity getting the better of him.

“I can.” She lifted her hand, him pulling away. “Thank you again for this.” She twirled the bracelet around her wrist. “You have no idea what it means to me.” She glanced between the amulet and Rolan, her heart warming.

“You could tell me about it tonight, I wouldn't mind hearing about how amazing I am, you know.” A crooked smile formed on his face as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Now go, be a hero.” He gave a quick glance to the trio waiting for Mari, noting the exchange of gold between Astarion and Karlach.

She just nodded as she turned to join her companions.

“Not a word.” She held out a finger to the group as she passed them by and headed outside.

…

As the sun got lower in the sky, Mari's anticipation grew, she paced in their quarters in Elfsong while her friends were bickering about what she should wear.

“Why do I have to wear anything?!” She let out an exasperated sigh until she realized what she had said.

“Well, that is one way to make an impression on a first date.” Shadowheart said, pulling out a few things from Mari's wardrobe.

“That's not what I meant, gods!” She fell back onto the bed only to be immediately shooed by Astarion.

“No armor on the bed, you know the rules.” He scolded her before gesturing for her to turn around so he could help her remove her shoulder pieces.

“Why don't you keep it simple? This top and your favorite leather leggings, they make your ass look amazing.” Shadowheart said. She scoffed at the raised eyebrows at her observation. “What? Can't a girl admire?” She shrugged and tossed the clothes at Mari.

“But shouldn't she wear a dress? Easier access and all.” Astarion said matter of factly.

“This is why I spent most of my life alone.” Mari laughed and waved them away so she could get changed. She always had been alone, the tadpole brought her to the closest thing to family she's ever had. As she smoothed her clothes and tied her boots she couldn't help but think about how at this time yesterday she'd never imagine going on a date with Rolan.

“This is a date, right?” Mari shouted out to her companions. “I'm not reading this wrong?” A rush of insecurity ran through her.

“That man held you like he never wanted to let you go.” Karlach chimed in. “And you're asking us if this is a date?” She laughed, smacking Mari on the shoulder.

Mari let her shoulders relax, she knew she was overthinking it. She straightened the bracelet on her wrist, she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she rubbed the stone with her thumb.

She bid her friends farewell, ignoring some of their more lurid advice, before heading to the tower.

The walk through town somehow brought her both calm and anticipation. The afternoon was still warm, but the sun was starting to get low. She was hoping she timed her arrival right.

As she entered Sorcerous Sundries she spied Rolan at the top of the stairs, pacing back and forth, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He was beautiful. She couldn't help but let her eyes slowly travel from the tips of his horns to the tip of his tail. He was wearing something similar to what he wore earlier in the day, a soft linen shirt, deep brown leather pants, and now a jacket over it.

He noticed her as she was halfway up the stairs. She had opted to leave her hair down and just take a couple of small braids to wrap around her head. She wore the simple outfit, but the way it draped over her curves brought a heat to Rolan's chest that he wasn't ready for.

He took one step down the stairs and held out his hand, as she reached him she took it, his fingers lacing with hers as they neared the portal.

He gave her hand a squeeze. “Shall we?”

#rolan x tav #rolan/tav #rolan #rolan bg3 #bg3 rolan #oc:mari #the usual note that i speedwrite these and there will be mistakes and oddities

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jxncywarrior · 1 year

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Stranger Things characters and ships as Taylor Swift albums

Part Six: reputation

*Disclaimer: I’m tagging all the ships and characters featured. I’m gonna try not to be biased. MOST of these are strictly based on canon. No hate to ANY ships or shippers.*

…Ready For It?: Ronance (Robin’s POV)

“In the middle of the night, in my dreams. I know I'm gonna be with you so I'll take my time”

End Game: Jancy (Jonathan’s POV)

“Knew her when I was young. Reconnected when we were little bit older. Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders. Reputation precedes me, in rumors I'm knee-deep. The truth is, it's easier to ignore it, believe me. Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long. And you understand the good and bad end up in the song. For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease. For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities. I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny”

Just all of Ed Sheeran’s verse tbh lmao

I Did Something Bad: Stancy (Nancy’s POV)

“He says, "Don't throw away a good thing.” But if he drops my name, then I owe him nothin'. And if he spends my change, then he had it comin'”

Don’t Blame Me: Mileven (El’s POV)

“For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind. They say, "She's gone too far this time"”

Delicate: Jancy (Jonathan’s POV)

“Third floor on the West Side, me and you. Handsome, you're a mansion with a view. Do the girls back home touch you like I do?”

Look What You Made Me Do: Eleven to One

“But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time. I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined”

So It Goes…: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“Cause we breakdown a little but when you get me alone, it's so simple. 'Cause baby, I know what you know. We can feel it”

Gorgeous: Ronance (Nancy’s POV)

“You should take it as a compliment that I'm talking to everyone here but you. And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room. If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her but if you're single that's honestly worse”

Getaway Car: Stancy (Nancy’s POV)

“It was the great escape, the prison break. The light of freedom on my face but you weren't thinkin' and I was just drinkin'. While he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', "Go, go, go!" But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow and a circus ain't a love story, and now we're both sorry”

King Of My Heart: Lumax (Max’s POV)

“Late in the night, the city's asleep. Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep. Change my priorities. The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Byler (Will’s POV)

“I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us. So, baby, can we dance, oh, through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it. I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted”

Dress: Byler (Will’s POV)

“All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation. My hands are shaking from holding back from you. All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting”

TIWWCHNT: Eleven to One

“It was so nice being friends again. There I was giving you a second chance but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand”

New Year’s Day: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“Don't read the last page but I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes”

Links to other parts of this series: Debut, Fearless, Speak Now, Red, 1989, Lover, folklore, evermore

#ronance #jancy #stancy #mileven #eleven #el hopper #vecna #lumax #byler

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squeiky · 1 year

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Sometimes I get really sad and lonely and then I scroll through tumblr.

I think I have to start making a routine to walk outside, but i keep making excuses not too. The only outside place I want to be is on my porch and a park that’s 30 minutes away.

I’m really lonely apparently. It’s a side effect of having very little of a social life (aside from the few interactions on here. Since I don’t interact with anyone on any other site tbh.)

I think it’s just easy for me to be alone. Like I’m sure I developed some kind of abandonment issues and I’m fully aware of how it makes me feel- and that might be why i keep avoiding irl interactions.

Everything feels easier here. No anxiety no pressure. I know people here are okay and already know my goofy little self. I don’t have to worry about appearances and present how I desire. I don’t feel trapped.

I can scream into the void here. I can keep screaming and maybe one day, someone might just scream back. It’s a good feeling.

I keep feeling guilty for posting or rebloging so much. I look at other people getting asks or interactions as “successes”. I see comments and tags and it’s “success”. At what? Hell if I know. Perhaps some social game like popularity, or the fact that somebody is liked enough to have people talk to them.

Ugh, I used to read my old blog posts from an account long abandoned. Reeked of insecurity. I see myself falling back into that spiral over and over again whenever the darkness creeps up a little to closely. Like I can only eve ignore it for so long, until I’m back to screaming again like I am now.

It’s like that stupid feeling, like someone in the back of my mind is screaming “please be with me.” It’s crying all the time.

I don’t know what freindship is, I only see people in black and whites of “useful” and “not useful” the definition of useful isnt exact and varies person to person, but I recognize this is my thought process.

I guess there’s the guilt of it all too. Some underlying shame or guilt constantly pestering me. I hate annoying things and it’s really annoying.

I’m young, and I’m still figuring things out. Though that doesn’t really invalidate or solve how I feel now. Idk.

At some point in time I forgot how to talk to people in real life. It’s like when I do my soul leaves my body and I just go on autopilot. Only to return to a state of constant evaluation and analysis (which are my saviors).

Sometimes I just want to stay broken. Or maybe I was never broken to begin with. I don’t know. I’m sad and buttnaked writing this at 11:54 because I’m slowly developing a fear of sleeping (technically I just have s very strong desire to stay awake for no reason in particular.)

I fucked up with the alt descriptions for my art. I’m unsure if I’m making excuses not to make alts because it’s too much effort-or it’s something else.all I know is that I feel guilty about it.

I hate guilt (or is what I feel shame? I’m uncertain). I wish I never felt it. It’s a disgusting feeling that only does me bad. Usually I can just determine via logic when ive fucked up. But if what I feel is guilt then I do not like it. I wish it wasn’t there I wish it didn’t exist because it annoys me.

I cleared out my wounds too. I’m hopping I made it better by opening up a covered path that was clogging the infection gunk from getting out- and some dead skin. Getting hurt sucks.I thought I would be stronger. But I am reminded I am frail.

Screaming into the void in hopes of a freind. It’s a strange habit to have. Always screaming never a reply. I wish I could make things like this one person I follow. I’ve never seen them ever sad about their lack of interactions (atleast in this platform). I’m trying to be like that. But it sucks that I can’t register likes Orin the same way I do as reason people’s tags or comments or seeing their reblogs.

Since I’m always reblogging other peoples stuff, there’s always that nagging feeling when ever I make my own shit that it’s never enough.

One day though I think I’ll feel “enough”. I’ll drink champagne on that day and eat a chocolate cupcake. Just like a birthday celebration.

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countlessrealities · 2 years

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name. Scotty

pronouns. they / them

preference of communication. Tumblr IMs or Discord (even if I’m selective with whom I hand my Discord to. We need to have talked at least a bit here before).

name of muse. I currently have 12 active muses (both canon and OCs), 3 test muses and 1 request muse on this blog. Mort of them are Rick and Morty muses (all versions of the two titular characters).

rp experience / how long. I don’t remember for how long exactly I’ve been RPing. It has to be at least 8-10 years. I started on another site and then landed on Tumblr about 5-6 years ago.

best experience. I don’t have a specific episode that I consider the best ever, but in general the best experience for me is connecting with kin minded people and build a world of plots and interactions through of our characters. It’s always a lot of fun and very stimulating. I have a few people I’m especially grateful to in this sense and I hope I’ll have the chance to keep writing with them for as long as possible. And hopefully to meet more like them.

rp pet peeves / deal breakers. This calls for a quite the list xD No rules / muse(s) page. Drama / callout culture. DNI for specific characters. Cyber-bulling of any sort (and yes, this includes harrassing people for liking content that you consider “problematic”. If you do that sort of things, get away from my blog, grow the fuck up and get a life). Untagged posts / untagged NSFW, or too fancy tags that are hard to blacklist. Being a self-absorbed dick in general. People who ignore the starters / replies to ask you wrote for them. People who try to force their personal headcanons / views about my muses on me. People who use the “this is a hobby” excuse to be terrible to their writing partners and to not give back the effort people offer them.

fluff, angst, or smut. Angst is one of my favourite things to write, so that’s definitely my pick. I still like a happy ending after navigating an ocean of feels, pain, trauma, broken spirits, crushed dreams and so on x’D But yeah, angst all the way. Fluff is good to balance more intense threads, so I don’t mind indulging in that too. As for smut, I’m extremely selective with it. I write it with trusted people only, and only when inserted in the context of a developed scenario / ship.

plots or memes. I’m definitely partial to plotting. I like creating long-term storylines, dynamics and arcs / verses. It’s really important for me to plot at least the general idea for first interactions especially, because it helps me getting an idea of what the other person is looking for.

long or short replies. I’m a descriptive RPer, so I almost exclusively do multi-para and novella threads. Single para are for brief interactions / crack.

best time to write. I don’t really have a specific time. My inspiration comes and goes as it pleases, it could hit me at every hour of the day and of the night. I usually end up writing at night mostly because it’s when I have more free time.

are you like your muse. I share some traits with most of my muses, but I wouldn’t say that there’s a muse that is exactly like me. If something I’m a bit of a mix of some of them. I tend to be almost as cynic as Rick, I can be a bitch like Summer, and I struggled with bad anger issues in the past like Morty does and I tend to put up a facade / play a certain kind of persona for the world to see Like Blitzo. I’m not super easy to approach (even if it might not seem so), I have plenty of insecurities and I’m really socially awkward, traits that characterises a good number of my muses.

tagged by: @warmongersofzaun & @surgingchef [[ thank you! ]] tagging: @advnterccs @thesafaribaggirl-returns @floweremojifound @esmorothfallen @heamvir @defactomatriarch @finitecurved & whoever wants to steal it !

#[ ooc :: mun scotty on comm ]#[ ooc :: dash games ]#[ ooc :: about the mun ]

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 2 years

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Superheroes with Secrets: Nadolig Llawen (Fic Part 172. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"I'll call you, sweetheart, I promise."

"Thank you, mon mari." Kirby whispers as she kisses his forehead and heads off.

He finishes his stack of pancakes as their guests begin walking in one by one.

"Shane, where's Kirby?" Shannon asks gently.

"Calling her family, wishing them merry Christmas."

"She's gonna be away for a couple hours then? Calling literally everyone in wrestling?" Shannon chuckles.

"Almost definitely."

"You two now taking things easier on yourselves?"

"Trying to. We had a chat last night and another this morning and I came to two very important conclusions."

"Which are?"

"Firstly, that I need to break the pattern my parents set. That I need to find the middle ground between overprotective and ignoring so Lilith doesn't grow up to resent me. Secondly, I need to be around to see her grow up. I want to watch her grow into her own person and I can't do that if I keel over from a heart attack six years from now."

"See, don't be like your parents and kick her out because of something that isn't her fault, too."

"I could never do that."

"I know, bud. If Kirby knows anything about you, it's that you're a good man, right. Did you tell her about your insecurities over how manly you are yet?"

"Vaguely. Didn't go into too much detail, but she assured me through a lot of it."

"So, what did you get her for Christmas, seeing as you can't call your baby a Christmas miracle."

"I found a couple of things for her, but only one that I'm really banking on her loving."

Kirby comes back downstairs, immediately going up to Helms and hugging him from behind, "everyone's busy, literally everyone is busy." She whispers against his neck.

"Well, they do all live on the west coast. Three hours behind us." He murmurs.

"Hi Shannon."

"Hey Kirby, How's the baby?"

"The baby is good, right mon mari? Lilith is being a little angel at the moment." Kirby murmurs, hiding her face in Helms' neck.

"She's being perfect. Just like her Mama."

"Why are you trying to hide behind Shane, Kirby?"

"He's my husband and he's snuggly, and I didn't expect guests so soon." She murmurs.

"It's true. I'm warm and soft." Helms grins.

"Like pancakes." Kirby adds.

"I thought you were the pancakes." He grins.

"Chocolate mousse is only warm when it's lava cake chocolate mousse."

"mmm that sounds good."

"Lava cake is nice. Have you ever been lava sledding?" Kirby asks gently.

"Never and I need to."

"It's fun, I should suggest to Rikishi that the next family gathering be in Hawaii so we can bring you into the culture we grew up in."

"I'd like that a lot."

"So, uhm, who are our guests because you didn't tell me who was coming over today."

"Just the Hardys and their girls. They spent the night and morning with their Ma, and they'll be over later."

"Ah, has Scott called the house yet, he and Kev are supposed to be coming 'round at some point but he never said when."

"Not yet, but I'm sure they're having a celebration too."

"I love you, mon mari… you're very handsome and sweet and caring, and I love you so much."

"Sweet talker, I love you too."

"Presents now?"

"Yes please."

"Hey Shane, I'll race you to the tv room." Shannon teases.

"You're on, motherfucker!" He grins, racing from the kitchen.

Kirby shakes her head as she watches Shannon attempt to keep up with Helms, "Jesus, boys."

"He comes over and all of a sudden, I'm eleven again."

"Yeah, and I go into Mama bear mode and worry you'll hurt yourself." Kirby murmurs as she follows the boys to the tv room.

"We're professional wrestlers. We can handle racing fifty feet."

"One slip, and you will go straight into a wall, mon ange, don't want to have an accident."

"I know, my love. But we're safe. We're fine, and I won."

"Your prize for winning is your wife." Shannon chuckles.

"His prize for being such a good man, is me, every single day and any time he wants to rock my world." Kirby whispers as she kisses his jawline and neck.

His cheeks go a little pink, "makes me the luckiest guy in the world."

"Only man in the world good enough to make a Roussimoff want to take his last name."

He goes even more pink, "thank you."

"You're welcome, mon mari, I owe you my life because you are my life."

"You're mine."

"Kirby, how much of a miracle is Lilith?" Shannon asks gently.

"Uhm, very much a miracle, I was under the assumption that I was unable to have kids, Shane proved me wrong."

"Got the magic sperms." He grins.

"As long as you only use that magic on me, mon amour. Don't need you finding a way to get Shannon pregnant." Kirby jokes.

"If I could, it would have happened years ago." He laughs.

Kirby chuckles, burying her face in Helms' neck as Shannon gives them a look of 'you idiots'.

"You know I'm not wrong."

"You're not wrong, but you're both laughing at a super dumb joke."

"Shush, enjoy the moment, it is Christmas." Kirby murmurs through giggles.

"It is. First good Christmas since… hell, since before my voice dropped."

"First Christmas for me since dad… well, ya know."

"Well… don't say that so fast."

"What do you mean by that, mon amour?"

"See the little silver one on the left?" He points out a package under the tree.

"Yeah." She nods.

"Open it."

Kirby picks up the present, sitting next to Helms and carefully opening it. Inside is a little snow globe. Personalized. The background is a picture Helms dug up from the photo albums. He wasn't certain of the accuracy, but the back of the picture he said 'first hug' and featured a very very young Kirby being twirled around in a big hug by André, like it was her first time coming to Ellerbe as his official daughter.

"Oh mon dieu, Shane, it's perfect." Kirby whispers as she holds the snow globe extremely gently in her hands.

"I'm glad you like it." He smiles softly.

"I don't just like it, I love it, now I feel bad about some of the gifts I got you."

"No. Not allowed to do that. We forbid being stressed anymore, remember?"

"I remember, I just, I struggled to find you gifts," Kirby pauses, feeling a small kick from Lilith, "you don't count as a gift, Lilith, don't kick me."

Helms rubs her belly softly, "you're a gift to me. You both are."

"She's not a gift, she's a miracle." Kirby whispers.

"Can't she be both?"

"Fine, she's both a gift and a miracle. Why don't you choose which gift gets opened next, mon ange."

"Well, I don't have a ton, but Shannon, open the red one with the gold ribbon."

Shannon nods, ripping off the wrapping paper and accidentally hitting himself in the forehead in the process. Helms has to restrain from laughing as he watches Shannon open the box and pull out a single earring. It's a fairly long dangly one, with silver links holding together three tiny green rubber circles from the hook. They may be small, but there's no doubt they're cut from the Three Count green circles.

"Oh shit, you didn't." Shannon chuckles.

"What did you get him, mon ange? Oh, oh I know what that's a reference to, oh you cheeky little beastie, Shane." Kirby murmurs through giggles.

"Kept my circle, figured it needed a new use. Besides, you don't get a matching set until you get your other ear pierced, you goof."

"I'm not doing what Kirby did and get several piercings within a few weeks of each other."

"Coward." Kirby murmurs.

"If he just wants to show off his liking of men by having only one ear pierced, that's up to him."

"Kirby, can Delilah do piercings?"

"She's fully trained as both a tattoo artist and body piercer, of course she can do piercings."

"You thinking of a Christmas piercing?"

"If it'll shut you up, yes… if it'll shut Kirby up I'll get my nipples pierced too."

Kirby smirks, stifling a laugh "I can't wait to see that happen."

"Be careful of that. Remember when I did mine?"

Shannon pouts, "yeah, I remember."

"Did I ever mention that Delilah pierced her own nipples?"

"Jeff's gotta be pleased."

"She also was the person who split my tongue both times." Kirby whispers as she snuggles into Helms' arm.

"Mmm, like a viper."

"Snakey wife, mon mari."

"Can't hardly imagine that."

"I think it's why my tongue is sensitive along the scar."

"I'd have to guess so."

"Anyway, which gift next?"

"Well, I've got another one that's really special for Kirby."

"Ooh, Shane." Kirby whispers, hugging Helms and kissing his neck.

"It's the tiny gold wrapped one on top."

Kirby picks up the tiny present, it looks even smaller than it is in her hands, she opens it as carefully as possible. Inside is a little heart-shaped locket. Helms reaches over and snaps the charm undone, showing a tiny image of Lilith's first ultrasound picture in one half and the other empty.

"The other side is for her first baby picture." He explains.

Kirby buries her face in her hands, letting a few happy tears slip and trying to remain calm.

"You okay?"

"I'm okay, I'm just… so, so happy." Kirby whispers.

"You like it?"

"I love it, I love you too, it's so perfect."

"I love you too, honey."

"Shane, you see that dark green box, the small one, next to the tree trunk, that's one of yours."

He picks it up and unwraps it carefully.

Inside the box is a green visor, not too dissimilar from Bret's sunglasses, but neon green and made to fit Helms' face.

His eyes light up excitedly, "cool!"

"I know we talked about the whole 'what if you ever stop being the Hurricane' thing, but ya know I couldn't resist."

"Sweetheart, these are beautiful."

"I got the design from Bret and sent some ideas to Kealani, so technically this is from me, Kealani and Bret Hart."

"Then thank you to all three of you."

"There's some more things that go along with that one, but you must guess which ones they are."

"I'll do my best to find them."

"Which presents are next?"

"Any one you want."

"Ooh, Shane, open the big black box, it's from Mark for you."

"From Mark?"

"Yeah, I told Mark, as in Undertaker, not Henry Godwin, that you like bikes, so he got you something, open the box, cause it's mega heavy."

"That's really sweet of him." He smiles, finding the box and opening it.

Inside the box is a handcrafted motorcycle coffee table, very obviously something Undertaker would have in his own home.

"Holy shit…" he whispers, awestruck by the details.

"Oh wow, I now see why it was so heavy." Kirby murmurs.

"So do I."

"Uhm, what other ones are yours, if they are green, they are yours."

"There's a handful."

"Choose any of them, and I promise you will be pleasantly surprised."

"I trust you on that."

"Go on, pick one, mon mari."

He picks up a smaller package.

"Ooh, that's one's a good one." Kirby murmurs, trying to keep quiet.

"Should I try and guess?"

Yeah."

"More hair dye?" He grins.

"Nope, guess again."

"Key chain?"

"Still nope." Kirby smirks

"C'mon, can I just open it?"

"You may open it, I'm not going to stop you."

He opens it and goes bright red, "Oh my…"

"Do you like?" Kirby purrs.

"I love it."

"You wanna make use of it now or later?"

"That depends… how do you feel about including him if you want to."

"I wouldn't mind including him if you want to."

"I just think he'd look so pretty in this."

Kirby hands Shane another gift, "these will also look good on him. Open it."

#superheroes with secrets #shane hurricane helms #kirby roussimoff #blacklight bandit #orange and green - the perfect team #shannon brian moore #sws #kirby andrea roussimoff #delilah keshet rosenbaum #gregory shane helms #jeffrey nero hardy #matthew moore hardy #lita hardy

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yanderechuu · 3 years

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do any of the teachers ever notice the things happening to y/n? (i headcannon Mic and Midnight as yanderes that would give advice to 1A lol)

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

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Summary: Aizawa is the first one you approached in regards to your certain predicament.

Warning: nonconsensual recording

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Aizawa suspected something wasn’t quite right by the moment he saw you entering the class a minute before the bell rang, all haggard and teary-eyed, though you tried your best to obscure your disposition. He always knew you to often be in a state of discomfort whenever you were compelled to socialize, especially with your classmates, but now - you looked as if you reached your limit of holding the weight of the world on your shoulders, crashing down all at once as depicted on your crestfallen expression.

And when you showed up in front of the faculty room, timidly soliciting his presence, his suspicions were only further verified. Even with a pending question regarding subject matters in your mind, you weren’t one to approach a teacher to inquire about it, and if you did it was because the teacher was the one who would ask your attendance; never the other way around.

Present Mic was the first one to acknowledge you. He stood up from his office chair, waving at you comically. “Yo, (l/n)! Having trouble with English again?”

You never had a problem with his subject; he only insisted that you’d come to him in regards to that. “N-no, not really. May I speak to Aizawa-sensei?”

“Talk with me instead!” He enthusiastically spoke and headed over to you. “Come on, what’s the matter?”

“It isn’t your place to ask that when I’m here.” Aizawa interceded, clearly unimpressed by Mic’s antics. He failed to see the latter’s displeased countenance. “(L/n), what is it?”

You avoided eye contact with him, averting your view to the ground - that was alright. You were always like this, and he didn’t mind. Nothing out of place except for the fact that it looked as if you were about to cry any moment now.

“Can we- can we, um, talk somewhere more private?” You asked quietly.

His brows raised in wonder at your request. Nevertheless, he didn’t decline you, only nodding lackadaisically before heading towards the teacher’s lounge, where you followed him suit. He flicked the door tag to ‘occupied’ and entered the room after you, when he told you sit on the three-person sofa situated not quite on the farthest left of the space. Then, he settled himself on the chair across you.

“Well?” He asked, expectantly.

But you had once again your head above a thick cloud of anxiety. You knew that after the event with Momo in the girls’ locker room - where you had injured her against your will because she had been violating your personal space - your homeroom teacher kept a cautious eye on you in case you’d re-enact that incident. And it wasn’t just that incident that made him look at you like you were a criminal on the loose, either. Your classmates found and did a lot of ways to place you in Aizawa’s naughty list just so you wouldn’t snitch on their abusive (they’d call it affectionate) behavior on you.

That didn’t erase the fact that you were nevertheless his student; he cared for you no less than he cared for his other pupils, yet you were just too ignorant in figuring that out. All that mattered to you was that you’d voice out your current concern to him, but with your insecurities holding you down it seemed it would be more difficult than you had primarily foreseen it to be.

“I-I,” you stammered out, fiddling with something inside your pocket, “u-um, you see, t-there’s this, I mean, I can’t-”

He grew increasingly frustrated with your constant stuttering, and although he did understand your shy nature which largely affected your conversational habits, he only had so much patience to deal with it.

“I don’t have all day.” He stated, glowering at your form in mild irritation. “If you’re going to keep doing that, talk to the wall.”

You abruptly halted in speaking after that, only looking down on your lap, staring wide-eyed, grief-stricken at the revelation that perhaps he really did not want to heed any of your words because you were just that bad of a student that he had decided you were not worth much the effort to concern himself with. And maybe he was right - that your words didn’t matter because you didn’t matter; that there were more affairs he better be tending to than yours; that you were only making a big deal out of this when it truthfully wasn’t.

Oh god, you felt like vomiting. Self-deprecation was getting the better of you.

He stood up and sauntered to the exit, not bothering to spare you a glance. “Come back to me when you actually know what you want to say.”

It was a matter of seconds when you ran to him, pulling him back rather harshly by the grip you had on his sleeve. He turned around due to the force to see your head still hung low, avoiding his gaze as always - only, your shoulders were quivering sporadically, and occasional sniffs were heard from your person.

“P-please, sensei...” you voiced out, shaken and horrifyingly delicate. “I-I’m so scared. Please.”

While he looked at you with contracted irises, countenance now alert from your unexpected disposition, you pulled your trembling hand out of your skirt pocket, nervously disclosing to him from your palm a small, black device with a tiny yet prominent lens.

“M-my room,” you heaved, “I-I saw this i-in my room, m-my closet, while- while I was dressing up, and I don’t know how long it had been in there but it probably already caught me bare and-”

You broke down in a flurry misery and shame, allowing yourself to fall to the ground but you didn’t - Aizawa seized you in his arms, his gentle, fatherly arms that could only do so much to console you from the horror of your reality. And he held your head as you cried on his chest, one little thing he could do after ignoring your situation and letting you think that your significance was less than the rest of his other students. At that moment, you were just so little, so fragile, so naïve he’d keep you in his pocket if he could. Why would someone do something as debauched as illegally recording your innocent self?

“I’m sor-sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m really telling the truth, p-please-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I don’t doubt you.” He reassured. Why were you apologizing? Were you that insecure of being a nuisance? No, no, you never were. Not to him. He reached for your hand to take the cursed device. “Since when did you find out?”

“J-just this morning.” You responded.

“Alright. Do you want to rest? This must have taken a huge toll on you.”

But you still had classes ongoing. Then again, you didn’t feel like looking at the faces of the prime suspects who possibly did you dirty, even when you knew that you’d have to eventually interact with them to get notes of your missed lessons. You were so tired from summoning the lot of your courage to confront your teacher regarding your problem, so you probably wouldn’t have the energy to listen to class discussion. Aizawa finalized your decision by pulling you up and guiding you towards the office of Recovery Girl who, after being briefed of your predicament by your homeroom teacher, welcomed you with a warm smile, telling you to make yourself comfortable in one of the beds in the infirmary.

He then made his way to 1A classroom, a newfound swelling of rage and disappointment in his chest, both forwarded to his class and to himself because only now did he realize that perhaps you were often so restless and apprehensive in the presence of your classmates because they did things that made you bury yourself in the deepest parts of your shell as a last attempt to revel in a sense of safety. Your timidity was not entirely derived from your own nature; it was also due to the maltreatment you were receiving from your classmates. Halting his steps by the classroom door, he looked through the glass window, seeing the class focusing on Midnight’s lecture.

Well, not quite. He could tell that your classmates were visibly affected by the lack of your presence, glancing at your desk from time to time as quiz papers were being passed behind - so they were in the middle of a test, he guessed. But that wasn’t his concern.

In impudent manner, he walked in amid Midnight’s talking, disregarding her face’s sudden morphing into vexation as the students gave him a look of confusion.

“Eraser, what are you-” she was rudely interrupted as Aizawa took the test reference papers from her hands. Something about Modern Hero Art History, he read. He faced his class with disdain, stating,

“Until someone confesses their crime of hiding a spy camera on (l/n)’s dorm room, all of you are receiving failing marks on this test.”

Quite suddenly, the class burst into violent upheaval, gasping, perking, some allowing the dreadful news of your situation to sink in, others letting out noises of complaint before actually taking consideration to the main point of Aizawa’s statement. Midnight stared at him in disbelief, but did nothing to stop his measures.

Momo abruptly stood. “I-is (y/n) okay? We should go check on her!”

“No, you shouldn’t.” Aizawa said. “All of you are suspects. You’ve no right to see her.”

“She probably just made that up get back on us for whatever fucking reason!” Yelled Bakugou.

“Yeah?” The male pro-hero disingenuously mused. He then picked up the spy camera and held it for everyone to see, before setting it down the teacher’s podium. “This was found on her closet. Would she risk recording herself naked just to prove that point?”

Noise died down thereafter, setting their sights solemnly at the device, the class collectively having the same thought in regards to the spy camera.

(Why hadn’t they thought of that? It could have been easier to check on you that way, since you almost always confined yourself in the privacy of your own room.)

“So? No one wants to speak up?” Aizawa asked, though expected the silence.

“Aizawa, have them approach you after classes. It’s embarrassing this way.” Midnight intervened.

“Well that’s the point. Get them exposed to the entire class, so everyone could realize how much of a perverted bastard one of these to-be heroes are. Good values, my ass.” He replied, not bothering to filter rather colorful vocabulary. “Where’s your dignity?”

He let a minute or two pass for the perpetrator to reveal themselves, but soon it became apparent that whomever they were refused to admit to their crime, willing to sacrifice the grades of the class for the sake of anonymity. That would be deemed useless, anyway, because Aizawa was already set on figuring out whom they were, no matter the extent he’d go to in order for that to happen. He’d expel them at once.

But he didn’t have the power to expel someone outside of his class.

“I guess that’s it for your test.” He sighed, disgruntled, picking up the small camera and sauntering his way out of the classroom after giving Midnight a look that he was dead serious with marking all of them a failing score. She stared at him in uncertainty, nonetheless abided by his decisions, albeit hesitantly.

Upon ascertaining his absence, Midnight turned to Class 1A, amusement and humor dancing on her seductive countenance.

“Naïve, hormonal teenagers,” she mused, “the closet, really? Couldn’t you have chosen somewhere less conspicuous?”

None of them bothered to tell her that they were truthfully unaware of the incident.

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Hagakure Toru, stealth hero, entered your room silently in the nude, the only proof of her movements being a tinier, different spy camera she’d brought along with her. No, not the closet, you might find it again. It looked so painfully obvious on the desk, too, and neither in the bathroom due to its pale white interior.

But on the pencil holder situated atop your nightstand would do. You barely moved it, anyway, only having its purpose served as a decoration; something to fill the vacancy of the bedside table. After a few adjustments in camouflaging the device with the environment and making sure the lens displayed the area of your space, Hagakure checked its concealment one more time, before mechanically heading outside and back to her own dorm.

Her body collided almost violently with her room’s door, snapping her out of her trance.

“H-huh!? Weird... how’d I end up in my room?” She asked, receiving no answer from particularly anyone.

But Shinso Hitoshi could provide her one, if only he weren’t outside, staring at your terrace from five stories down your room, a gratifying smirk donned on his features. Now, the only thing he had to do was dismantle and relocate the gadgets wirelessly connected with the camera Aizawa had confiscated.

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castlevader · 3 years

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Hey! Can you please do where Natasha fights against all the black widows (like in the trailer/movie) and gets injured heavily, but luckily her girlfriend saves her and then maybe helps her with her wounds and bruises? In the end they fall asleep together cuddling and Nat as a small spoon.

first of all, thank you so much for your request! i’m sorry it took me some time but i tried my best to describe the initial scene, i was super insecure about it.. anyway, i love this idea and reader taking care of nat >>>> i’m literally in love 🥰 below there’s how i imagined everything, it’s a bit different from the movie but i hope you’ll like it anyway. also, i hope it’s not too rushed or anything,,, k i’m done sorry

SUMMARY: Reader used to be a spy, then met Natasha while on mission and then became an avenger too; later she left with her, after the fight between the two teams in ca:cw and followed her around. Now she’s helping Nat and Yelena.

WARNINGS: minor black widow spoilers, violence, blood, nat get injured, swearing, mention of anxiety [reader is super worried about nat], fluff & angst, let me know if i forgot something that could be triggering

WORD COUNT: 1080

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READ ME! english is not my first language, sorry for any possible error. please be kind!

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Get the Red Dust. Free the other widows. Rescue Natasha. Escape from the Red Room.

The plan was more easier said than done. Of course Natasha would jeopardise her life to keep you save, it was a sort of routine. You tried to push aside your strong anxiety about losing her and kept running alongside Yelena.

“I’m gonna throw them into the office from the top, I’ll pass through this vent! You go straight into the office and help her!” Yelena was talking from above the many explosions and the blowing alarms. You nodded and quickly left her, running towards Dreykov’s office.

“Y/n? Can you hear me?” Yelena’s voice startled you, then you remembered that Melina gave you two the earpieces to communicate. “Yeah! I’m almost there, Lena!”

“Good for you, because… I had to look for another vent, I’ll be a bit late. Be careful!” That was the last thing you heard from her. You kept running, your heart was beating so fast you were sure it was going to leave your body.

You reached the office and took a deep breath before entering the room.

The vision presented to you was horrible. Many widows were kicking and punching hard Natasha, held by one of them.

“Hey!” You called for their attention and once two of them turned around you got ready to fight. Their combat skills were similar to Natasha’s, so you were quite used to it given that you trained with her every day.

You fought them only to knock them out, waiting for Yelena to arrive and use the antidote to the Red Room’s mind control. More widows were coming closer to you and you tried your best to be more defensive than violently punch them.

Fighting for her. That’s it.

You’d always risk your life for her. Natasha would always do the same. The bond was too strong and nothing could ever break it.

You ducked a punch right in the face, but unfortunately couldn’t avoid a kick in the stomach. You groaned but kept standing, punching back.

Things were getting worse, because all of them were starting to circling you, but fortunately Yelena arrived and she tossed a grenade with the antidotes from the open vent and when it exploded the dust freed all the widows.

They were initially confused, you fell on your knees on the floor and tried to quickly recover from the exhausting fight. “We…” You looked up and shook your head. “Get out of here! This place will explode soon!” You screamed and got up, groaning because of a sting pain in your hip.

All of them quickly left the room and Yelena jumped on the floor, looking proud of her work. But you ignored her, because Natasha was lying on the floor, covered in blood and dark bruises.

“Fuck! Nat, baby… can you hear me?” You reached her and kneeled beside her, checking her pulse. “Natasha!” Your anxiety hit you and you thought the worst, your chest felt heavy and your head was spinning. Natasha didn’t moved a muscle. You tried to shock her, Yelena got closer but didn’t said anything. “Please, stay with me.” You whispered, tears were blurring your vision.

“Y-y/n?” It was her voice. “Nat!” You cried, quickly wiping your tears. “Where are they?” Of course she was more worried about others than herself. “They’re okay. We gotta leave this place, now!” Yelena helped you with Natasha, both of you were by her side, holding her and helping her walking out of the office.

“We’re going home now, we won.” You muttered and kissed her cheek, feeling relieved that after all she was still there with you.

—

“Can you stop treating me like a child?” She groaned, rolling her eyes. “Not my fault you’re one.” You laughed, cleaning the final wound.

You were helping Natasha, she was heavily injured and you completely forgot about your physical pain. Fuck that. She was more important.

“You did an amazing job, along with Yelena.” She praised, making you smile. Once you finished, you checked her bruises and kept her in the bathroom for another ten minutes.

“Alright, we’re done. I’m fine!” She got up and left to get in the bedroom, then sat on the bed and took a deep breath. “Yeah, sorry… Yelena told me to double check because you don’t care enough.” You admitted, coming out of the bathroom.

Both of you were only wearing a t-shirt now, ready to finally go to bed and rest properly. Natasha didn’t said anything about your comment, which surprised you. Maybe she was too tired to argue about it.

“Your arm is okay? I noticed you skinned your elbow, you sure you’re okay?” She tried to get up but you stopped her. “Nat, I’m fine! Let’s go to bed, please.” You tried to convince her and she finally gave up, muttering something about checking you in your sleep.

You got closer and leaned down, kissing her lips. You cupped her cheeks, holding her close, while Nat put her hands on your hips, caressing you slowly. After a moment or two, you broke the kiss to breathe and she smiled, leaning her forehead against yours. “My baby.” She whispered and then hugged you, comforting you after that hell of a day.

Some time later, you both finally laid down and covered yourself, enjoying the comfort offered by your blankets. You hugged her from behind once she turned her back to you. You held her tight, but carefully to not hurt her.

“What are we gonna do now?” You asked her, hiding your face into her hair. “Well, you know someone contacted me and asked for my help to free a bunch of friends, you know.” She explained, you could feel she was smiling while talking. “Yeah? We’re gonna free the others?” You asked excitedly. “Yeah, baby.” She nodded and held one of your hand, fingers interlinked.

“I love you, sweetheart.” You whispered and kissed her neck, smiling happily to finally have her into your arms. “I love you too, baby.” Nat replied soon, closing her eyes.

You two finally could relax and hold each other close, in the comfort of your bed, in a small but welcoming apartment.

“Thanks for saving me, today.” Those were the last words of the day, because you quickly fell asleep before you could even mutter a reply and Natasha passed out after having pronounced them.

You would always save her, the love of your life.

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spunky-89 · 3 years

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Derek Hale x Reader - Mate = Mom - Prologue

A/N: So full disclosure, when I wrote this I was still binging the series and was only in season 3. However, I had read so much fanfiction I felt like I knew pretty much everything. I have since nearly finished (I can’t make it through 6b, I just can’t) And I had had this idea rolling around in my brain since I started the show so here we are. It has been edited to fit my new knowledge about the show but lemme just say this is a happy ending AU where no one really dies and people don’t have to go through as much heartbreak. Depending on the response to this I’ll probably make it a series as I have so many ideas for this concept but we’ll see how it goes :D

Warnings: None, just fluff

WC:1.2k

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Once things had finally calmed down again after everything with Jackson and the Kanima issue, Derek knew he needed to stop avoiding his phone which was blaring every few hours. He just knew that it wouldn't go well, and ignoring reality was easier than accepting it. So he continued to ignore his phone.

This went on for a week.

Derek had invited all the wolves to his loft, meaning Isaac, Scott, Boyd, and Erica. And of course, Stiles had to tag along. He wanted to try and train the wolves to enhance fighting skills and their control. Scott was reluctant to join in, not wanting to be in Derek's pack, but he knew he needed to better understand and control his abilities.

So far they were doing okay, but they still had a ways to go before they were ready to take on their normal teenage lives. He had just given them a break, he only did it because they were complaining too much for him to make them keep fighting. The younger wolves collapsed on the floor panting and bleeding a bit. Stiles went around and gave water to them all as he was chattering away.

“You know there are better ways to train than trying to kill them. I mean are you like a navy seal dropout, because I don’t even think they have this rigorous training…” he kept talking, but Derek stopped listening. He was focused on something else entirely. He could smell something, something he shouldn’t have been able to smell.

He slowly moved towards the door, perking his ears up to try and listen for any movement outside the door. Low and behold he could hear that click-clack of high-heels strutting down the hallway. He looked back at the pack in panic before schooling his features and muttering an ‘I’ll be back’ before he headed for the door.

“Does that mean we’re done for the day?” Erica called to him. He didn’t make a move like he’d heard her and just slipped out the heavy iron door.

Once he had shut the door he looked down the hall and there you were. Seeing him step out of the loft had you freezing. Your face flickering between joy (and relief) and anger. Derek paused to see what you would do, and when you made no movement, he started to head towards you with long strides. As much as he was fearful of your reaction to his disappearance, he had missed you terribly. So his pace quickened. This seemed to snap you out of your daze and had you running as fast as you could towards him. You met in the middle as you jumped into his arms as he held you tight, lifting you off the ground for a moment before placing you back down. He didn’t release his hold on you though. He rested his forehead against yours as you leaned into him.

“I want to hate you and be mad, I really do. But gosh I’ve missed you too much to care.” You spoke softly. He let a little smile take over his face before he pulled you in for a long-overdue kiss. You melted into it immediately. You spent the next few minutes just holding each other in the hallway, stealing kisses every now and again, smiling dumbly at each other.

“God I’ve missed you,” Derek mumbled against your lips.

“Is that why you didn’t answer my calls or texts?” You inquired, a hint of bitterness in your tone. You pulled away, but only slightly, just so you could fully see his face. He looked guilty.

“I’m sorry, things have just been crazy here and I didn’t want you involved in this business.” He explained.

“So that means you can’t send a simple text saying ‘hey I’m okay, gonna be longer than I thought, love you’.” you snapped, your anger and hurt coming back full force. He sighed and looked down.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I guess I just wanted to keep you as far from this world as possible. And that meant far from me.”

“What happened to ‘in this together’, huh? Did those words actually mean anything to you or was it just to make me comfortable enough to run the first chance you got?”

He was shocked at your words. And then he realized why you were so mad. You weren’t mad at him, you were mad at yourself. Your insecurities had taken hold of you and he wasn’t there to help fight them off. Sure, he wasn’t always great with words, but somehow you found comfort in him. And then he had left.

He pulled you back into his chest, and even though you resisted slightly, in the end, you succumbed to his embrace.

“I don’t know what your brain is telling you but I can promise you, it’s wrong. I only left because I was worried about my sister. It had nothing to do with you or us.” He promised. He felt you sag, the anger dissipating.

“Just promise me you won’t do that again. I can’t have you just disappear on me.” You begged.

“I promise, no more leaving.”

“Good,” You mumbled as you brought his lips back to yours. It was barely a few moments before the sound of a heavy door creaking open could be heard, even by your human ears.

Derek sighed as he could hear the young wolves behind him trying to stealthily exit the loft to see what the commotion in the hallway was about. He could hear them whisper arguing about being quieter.

“Do I wanna know?” You asked, looking up at him and seeing his face pinched in mild exasperation.

“There’s a reason I stuck around,” He said, still keeping his back to the loft and using his body to subtly shield yours from view.

“Okaaay,”

“Long story short, there’s a bunch of teenage werewolves trying to eavesdrop and are failing terribly by talking way too loud.” His voice raised at the end so that he was pretty much shouting down the hall. Even you could hear the “oh shit” that was let out as the wolves tried to scramble back inside the loft. You just laughed. Between these kids getting caught and Derek’s long-suffering look, you couldn’t help it. Derek desperately tried to keep a straight face muttering “It’s not funny, they’re a pain in my ass.” But the more you laughed, the harder it was to keep a smile from creeping onto his face.

“Com’on grumpy pants, let’s meet these wolves that are somehow more important than me.” You teased as you took his hand and started walking towards the door you saw him come out of. He groaned and fell into step with you.

“That’s not what that was and you know it.” He grumbled.

You giggled and said, “I know, but you know I love teasing you.” He just mumbled something under his breath and you smiled, reaching over to peck his cheek.

You quickly reached the large iron door and Derek gave you a look before pulling it open and saying, “(Y/N), meet the pack.”

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the-witty-pen-name · 4 years

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Deadbeat Pt. 5

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), fluff, angst, smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cursing, abandonment, toxic parent, violence, toxic siblings, infatuation, cheating/divorce, insecurity, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

Smut starts immediately after the gif.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! I hope you all enjoy!

I also ah my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries The Necklace is finished for anyone who wants to check it out!

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

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“Fuck, doll,” he groans when he pulls back for air. Both of you are panting, and neither one of you know what you say. You both just look at each other wide eyed, your eyes scanning his wondering where the hell that came from. You don’t give yourself much time to think about it, pulling him in for another kiss by the tie of his uniform.

You back up against the wall of his bedroom, pulling him close to you. His body is as close to yours as physically possible. His hands are pressed against the wall like they’re caging you in. Your hands slid up his torso and then wrap around his neck tightly and his hands move down your back to your ass, picking you up. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and he holds you up by gripping the back of your thighs.

With you in his arms, he walks backwards until he feels the edge of the bed hit the back of his knees. He sits down on the bed so you’re straddling his lap as the heated kiss continues. His hands squeeze your ass over your dress and he muffles your moan by taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You’re sitting right on his bulge, and you can feel how hard he is. Your fingers tug at his shirt hair as you teasingly grind your hips to test the waters. He moans at your actions and grabs your hips tightly as you repeat the action. He breaks away from your lips and he sucks on your neck most definitely leaving a mark.

“Lee,” you whine, and he groans at how needy you sound. Your eyes close and you tilt your head back to give him more access to your neck and he continues to leave marks wherever his lips touch you- all the way from just under your ear to your collarbone is littered with the evidence of his trail.

When he returns his attention back to your lips, your fingered begin to unbutton his uniform and loosen his tie. You feel him shiver slightly under your touch and it makes you smile into the kiss. Without needing to break away, he has your dress unzipped with ease while you push his shirt off of his shoulders.

He pushes his hands under the dress and has his hands resting on your thighs. He pulls away from the kiss abruptly and you can’t help but whimper at the lack of contact. His blue eyes have darkened and he looks almost as upset as you that he pulled away from you.

“Do you want this, sugar?” He asks, scanning your face for any sign of reluctance before allowing himself to continue. You bite your lip and nod, and try to keep working on getting his shirt off but he stops you by grabbing your wrists. “I need to hear you say it,” he whispers, his voice deepened.

“I want you,” you affirm and then almost instantaneously your dress is pulled off of your body and discarded on the floor. His eyes without shame roam over your whole appearance as he pulls off his shirt and tie. Suddenly, with his gaze on you, you’re a little self-conscious.

“You’re so fucking stunning,” he praises, like he was able to read your mind. He kisses you again, a little gentler than all the previous ones and instructs you to lay down on the pillows.

He gets up and unbuckles his belt and let’s his pants fall to the floor so he’s just in his boxers when he climbs on top of you. His eyes rake down your whole body and he takes in how you look underneath him. His eyes take in the sight before him like he needed to keep his eyes on you or you’d vanish, like this was another one of his fantasies where he had you just like this- only this was so much better than is mind had been able to muster up.

Your hands rest on his stomach, leaning up to connect your lips to his again. Neither one of you could get enough. His hands, slide up your sides and around your back, and you arch your back for him so he can get your bra off. His calloused hands palm your breasts, making you moan and your nipples harden under his touch. He breaks away from your lips to kiss down your neck, again and then down to your breasts, sucking and nibbling on them, making you squirm under him. He then ducks down and pushes your thighs apart. He groans seeing the wetness on your panties.

“Fuck, who got you so worked up darling?” he teases, his hands tugging teasingly at the waistband.

“You, Lee,” you sigh, gently bucking your hips at his touch, getting impatient. He smirks pressing a kiss on your skin and leaving another mark on you before pulling them down and tossing them aside.

“That’s right baby girl,” he hums, his hands tightly gripping your inner thighs. He just completely enjoys the sight of you as he makes you wait for him. You’re a moaning mess and he hasn’t even started yet. He suddenly sucks on your slit, and you moan loudly, your thighs pushing against the sides of his face. It felt like fucking heaven.

His tongue was skillful. You wouldn’t expect Lee Bodecker to act like this. He was worshipping you body, despite the crazed way you both previously pounced on each other. However, this was Lee being selfish. He was enjoying every reaction you gave him, your thighs around his head, your hands in his hair, his name falling from your lips… he was loving every minute of it. He craved seeing and head hearing you like this for so long and he wanted as much as the moment would allow him to take. You were too overwhelmed by the feeling to warn him when you were close, but he felt it and savored it, licking everything.

“Good girl,” he cooed, bringing his lips back to kiss yours, and you could taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away to strip off his boxers, and the image of him pumping his cock a few times made you groan. He smirked, immensely proud at how he was able to illicit all of these reactions from you.

“You want my cock, doll?” he teases. You whimper and he smirks. “Tell me how much you want it,” he says, leaning down and whispering in your ear as you can feel the tip teasing your folds.

“Lee, please,” you moan.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that darling,” he chuckles, pushing in just slightly, making you squirm and try to move your hips up. You look at him with innocent doe eyes, your eyelashes fluttering.

“Please, Lee, I need you so badly,” you groan, “I’ve wanted this for so long please, I need you inside of me. Fuck, Lee, I need you.”

I need you.

“I’m going to take care of you sweetheart,” he groans, pushing into you. You cry out at the feeling of him stretching your walls. “You’re taking my cock so well,” he praises, moving hair from your face and tucking it back, just giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “So good for me,” he mumbles.

“Move, please,” you beg, and he doesn’t need to be told twice before he starting rocking his hips, his length moving in and out of you at each thrust.

“You’re so tight darling,” he grunts as your legs wrap around his waist, your nails scratching at his back. “So fucking perfect- taking me so well, sugar.”

You head rolls back onto the pillows and your back arches up as your hips move in unison with his. The whole thing feels frantic, but also incredibly passionate. Your mind is hazy, and you can’t focus on anything else besides how fucking good he feels.

“Wanted this for so long, baby girl,” he moans, pulling you up and sits you up on his lap while he sits on his knees. In this new position, your back is presses up against the headboard and he’s fucking up into you, hitting you at a new depth.

“Fuck,” you gasp, when you feel him repeated hit your gspot in this new position. You move up and down fast on his length, his hands gripping your hips helping guide you. Your head drops to rest on his shoulder, shuddering at the feeling and your lips attach to his neck. Your hands tug gently at the ends of his hair, your chests pressed up against each other. It was messy and frantic, and rough. You both loved every second of it.

“You gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart?” he asks lowly, moving a hand down to rub your clit as he continued to thrust up into you.

“I’m so close, Lee,” you pant, feeling yourself tighten around him. You let out another moan when the feeling of release begins to form inside you and hits throughout your whole body. Feeling how close you are, his thrusts become faster, his fingers digging into your sides and are sure to leave marks. You cry out his name again when you’re hit with your second orgasm. He pulls out swiftly, placing you down back on the pillows, and he finishes shortly after, his cum landing on your stomach and chest as he pumps himself.

He collapses on the bed next to you. You’re both covered in sweat and are panting heavily needed to come down from your high. “Goddamn, doll,” he breathes out, looking over at you. “You look so good like this.” You’re too out of breath to reply. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment, just focusing on breathing, before you need to go clean yourself up.

You both laid in silence for a few moments, realization that you’d have to talk about this making you nervous. You couldn’t anticipate what he was thinking. Your mind was blank as you were slightly panicked. This changes everything. Did you regret it? Hell, no. You wanted to do it again, maybe now. But you regrettably had to overcome this worry about asking what now, and you looked over at Lee.

“What now?” You ask tentatively, scanning his face to try to get some inkling of an idea about what he’d say. His eyes were closed, and he had an arm propped up under his head. He opened his eyes and turned to look at you. His gaze lingered on your body, and then finally he met your eyes.

“I guess we get cleaned up, first and foremost,” he said, rolling onto his side so he could directly face you. “I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled, getting up and disappearing behind the door of the bathroom. He knew that it wasn’t what you meant. He honestly needed a couple minutes alone to sort out what he should say. Fuck, he’d imagined this for so long- but now that it happened, the whole everything falls into place piece was missing.

He knows he’s not good enough for you. He knows you deserve better than him. He knows he should say this was a mistake and he should move out. But that somehow feels wrong. That’s just not what he wants and he’s praying to god you aren’t thinking that way. Hell, whatever the was he’s ready to just in with both feet now and at least try to make something out of this.

He thinks about you, and all the pressures you already face. Dealing with him and his problems shouldn’t be another thing you should be burdened with. But he so wants to be selfish and bring you into his life. He knows your name will be tarnished. He knows the town is already difficult with their ever-present judgmental nature. He knows the look of him being with you will sully whatever is left of his reputation. He cleans himself off quickly, still unable to come to a resolution. He grabs a towel and dampens it with warm water to bring to you.

When he emerges from the bathroom and his eyes fall on you again, every doubt he had leaves. You’re here, in his bed, waiting for him. His marks are evident on your skin and you didn’t leave. You stayed. You could’ve left, ran to your other bathroom and just avoided him. But you’re here still, letting him touch you again as he cleans you up. The fact you’re still here makes him realize that you wanted more.

“I don’t know what we do now,” he answers you honestly as he gently wipes the towel across your body. “I know what I want,” he chuckles, thinking back to every time he imagined being with you. “But this is up to you,” he finishes. He realizes this is the right thing. Anything you said, he’d agree to it. He knows you won’t send him away, and he knows you somehow share similar feelings. You must... right?

“We can’t let anyone know,” you stated. It made sense. Whatever this was, even it was a one-time thing- it couldn’t get out. He’d lose reelection and the consequences you would face would be much worse. He nodded in agreement, relieved your first thought is not to kick him out, say you never want to see him again. “Outside of the house, we just have to pretend nothing is going on,” you continue. You say is going on, and he catches that. It makes his heart skip for a second. You didn’t say ‘pretend nothing happened’ but you said ‘pretend nothing is going on.’

You’re self-conscious at how intently he’s watching you. “Um, I should use the bathroom,” you mumble awkwardly, grabbing the discarded uniform shirt from off the floor and putting it on. You fasten the buttons as you walk, and then you disappear behind the door. He grabs his white undershirt from the floor and puts it on, along with some sweatpants from the drawer of the dresser.

Lee is a very insecure man. He hides behind the uniform and the badge, but underneath the front he really is very bothered by his flaws. He’s having a hard time understanding why you wanted him. He actually wasn’t even sure if you wanted him. Maybe you were both just lonely people who needed companionship. That wasn’t a result of just loneliness though, he thinks reflecting back on how it started. It felt like the result of something much bigger that finally neither you nor him could manage back. Maybe too that feeling was one sided. His self-doubt really crippled his ability to access the situation, especially when it came to you.

You come back out of the bathroom and the way you look takes his breath away. You’re only wearing his uniform shirt, and he can see the marks he left on your neck and collarbone peering out from behind the collar. Your hair is a little messy and your lips are still a little swollen. Nothing he imagined looked as good as how good you looked right now to him.

Your arms are crossed as you slightly start pacing. You’re biting your lip in concentration, and your eyes are fixated on the carpet as you walk back and forth. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” you say finally, looking over to him. Your eyes are a little wide as you also have a fear of rejection from him.

“I don’t want that either, doll,” he responds.

“Ms. Perry and Mrs. Sinclair are going to have a field day with this,” you joke, but the stress is evident in your tone regardless.

“No one will find out until you’re ready,” he insists walking over to you, rubbing your shoulders comfortingly. Your muscles relax at his touch. He leans down and leaves soft kisses on the exposed skin of your neck, making you exhale contently.

That Wednesday, Lee is sitting in his office unable to focus on anything on his desk. You promised you’d stop by after the interview at the school to let him know how it went, even though he would already know. He’s staring at the file he has open but he’s unable to retain any of the contents. The door to his office opens suddenly and a voice makes his eyes snap over to the door.

“Sheriff Bodecker, hope you don’t mind,” Henry Curtis says with a smirk, “Secretary wasn’t at the front desk so I just took it upon myself to see if you were here.”

“We haven’t been told anything about the (Y/L/N) case,” he said, looking back down at the paperwork on his desk. He lets out a heavy sigh and closes the file, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything done anyways.

“You already know why I’m here, Sheriff?” Curtis asks, tilting his head before talking a seat in one of the chairs that were in front of Lee’s desk.

“Ms. (Y/L/N) came in and spoke to us when she heard you were looking to talk to her,” he explains.

“She’s your landlady, isn’t she?” he asks quickly, blatantly ignoring what the Sheriff was saying. It makes Lee’s jaw clench. “Moved in before your divorce was even finalized by what I’ve heard,” he taunts.

“What does this have to do with you article Curtis?” he asks, becoming very obviously ticked off at the insinuations.

“Sheriff, there’s no need to get hostile,” he chuckles. “Just trying to be friendly.”

“She is my landlady,” he bitterly responds, “but that has nothing to do with this case…”

“You don’t think I’m that stupid, Sheriff,” he says, cutting Lee off.

“Look I have her statement right here,” he says, grabbing the file that held your statement you gave to one of his deputies a couple of days before. “Deputy Thomas asked her everything and she complied with answering everything. We have no reason to assume she’s involved at all with this situation.”

“I also heard your sister was in town recently,” again completely ignoring the Sheriff. “I’m sure she told you we had a nice visit.”

“What are you trying to insinuate?” he asks, leaning back in his chair and scoffing.

“Nothing, you have a lovely family,” Curtis chuckles, “Vey hospitable. Not very talkative, but very nice.”

“They like to keep to themselves.”

“Just like you, Sheriff?”

“I’m really busy, Curtis. Maybe you can stop by another time.”

“I know you have something to do with this case, Sheriff. I know you’re covering up something,” the man says standing up, putting back on his hat. “And I’ll be around.” Then, he was gone. When the door to the office closed and the footsteps were no longer in earshot, he let out a brief, frustrated yell and swatted his cup of pens off of his desk.

“Bad time?” you smile, walking in right after the cup hit the floor. You were still dressed in your clothes from the interview- a professional looking navy dress that you got because it was something you thought looked like something Jackie Kennedy would wear.

“Sorry you had to see that,” he said, embarrassed you saw him lose his temper like that. “Just that damn reporter was just here, and he was driving me crazy.”

“Do I need to do anything else?” you asked, wondering if you’d have to give another statement. You wouldn’t mind. You notice that the curtains are pulled shut, and then take a seat on his lap. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck, and he rests one hand on your back and the other under he rests on your lap.

“I don’t think so,” he sighs, looking over at the mess of pens and pencils he made on the floor. “You look great, darling,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face against yours, kissing your cheek.

“I think they liked me,” you say, a little apprehensive about how it went. In the moment, it felt great but now you were overthinking all of your answers. “I think I have a chance.”

“I bet they loved you,” he praises, rubbing your leg affectionately. “They’d be stupid not to hire you.”

“Thank you, Lee,” you smile. He leans up and kisses your cheek again, and then your lips.

“Do you have work tonight?” he asks, letting his hand wander up under the skirt of the dress slightly.

“No, I have the night off,” you answer, the touches making you moan softly. He smiles, loving the reactions his touch cause. “I went in and helped this morning over seeing deliveries.”

“I get you all to myself then,” he chuckles, kissing a spot on your neck.

Neither one of you has defined exactly the nature of your relationship yet. It was unspoken. It was not an easy thing to define anyways, but you both were on the same page without needing to apply any sort of label. Calling Lee your boyfriend didn’t feel like it fit, because of how secretive you needed to be. It was the intimacy and feelings of a relationship without the social title. But this also left some questions unanswered. It was still very early on, and you both skipped the dating stage. It was all very fast. Neither one of you seemed to mind, but you did wish Lee was able to take you on dates, but it was a risk you didn’t want to take.

“We’ll have to celebrate when you get the job,” he says, “Treat you to a night out maybe. Go up to the drive-in in Franklin county?”

“Do you think that’s a good idea, Lee?” you ask hesitantly, straightening his tie for him.

“It’s a whole other county,” he reasons. “It’s up past Columbus- shouldn’t be anyone there to recognize us. It’ll be late and we won’t take the cruiser. We’ll take the other car.”

“It sounds like a real date,” you smile.

“I got to treat my best girl,” he chuckles, “It would be a real date. Hell, I can drive away and pretend to pick you up if that’ll make you happy.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” you giggle. “But it sounds perfect.”

“We’ll go this weekend,” he affirms.

“I should get home,” you say, getting off his lap. “I’m gonna try to stop and pick up some groceries on the way.” You lean down and peck his lips once more. You straighten out your dress as you both stay your goodbyes.

Leaving the market, you were balancing three brown paper bags in your arms that were almost filled to the brim. You also were not wearing the best shoes for walking but you didn’t think about that when you got dressed today.

“Hey (Y/N),” you heard a familiar voice call out to you. Arvin’s pick-up truck parked next to where you stood on the sidewalk and he leaned his head slightly out the window. “Do you need a ride?” he asks.

“Please,” you smile, relieved he had been there. He hops out and takes two of the bags from you and you both walk around to put them in the back.

“You’re dressed really fancy,” he comments, stealing a glance at you.

“I had an interview for that job you told me about today,” you say with a grin, not noticing his lingering looks.

“That- that’s great,” he replies, running a hand through his hair. He closes the back up and walks over to the passenger door and opens the door for you. He holds your hand to help you step up and you are already so relieved to get off your feet. The heels were short and were actually pretty comfortable, just not for the long walks you normally take.

“How’s Lenora?” you ask as he starts driving.

“She’s good. She asked about you too,” he says, looking at the road to make a left turn. “My grandma did too.”

“Be sure to give them both my best,” you smile, looking out the window. Arvin nods as he makes the turn, not realizing you wouldn’t see it.

“How are you doing?” he asks concerned. “You were a little upset when I last saw you. I’ve been worried.”

“I’m okay,” you reply, not really paying attention. “Just the whole thing with my mom was bothering me is all. Some reporter has been trying to talk to me, thinks I know something. I had to give my statement down at the Sheriff’s department. It was just all weighing really heavy on my mind.”

“I wish I could help,” he says earnestly, looking over at you and meeting your eye.

“You’ve already been a help,” you insist with a smile. “You told me about this job, and everything.”

“I just feel terrible you’re putting up with all of this alone,” he says. You nod, but keep quiet, not able to tell him that really wasn’t the case.

“I’m okay,” you insist and he nods, letting it go. But you can tell he’s not convinced fully.

He turns onto your street and as you get closer to your house, there’s a car out front you don’t recognize.

“You expecting somebody?” Arvin asks.

“Nope,” you say seeing a figure sitting on the front porch swing- unable to make out who it is.

Part Six

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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So, I have big ol’ glasses and have not been able to get the thought of making out with tech and our glasses catching or bumping or something awkward like that out of me head all day. May I pretty please request an awkward first kiss?

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OH MY GOSH YES PLEASE- I have always had big nerdy type glasses(according to my friend). These pair I have rn are legit aviator frames, because they transition to sunglasses in the sun and then I feel like a badass. Since I can't always wear my contacts and aviators. Last pair made me look like female Garth from Wayne's World according to my grandma. They're the thick plastic black frames, y'know?? (I love them still.) So this idea, THIS won me over. Thank you so much for the prompt. I am really in the mood to write Tech fluff rn 😩

Warnings: Tech being insecure about how he looks. First kiss, first I love you's, y'all are in a relationship but just a bit awkward about initiation so it took a bit for stuff to happen like kisses and stuff. Nothing bad though, I don't think I even cussed in this fic 😎👍

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"Excuse me, I need by real quick." His words were quick while you stood at the counter in your guys work area. Tinkering with one of Echos prosthetic legs that he damaged in battle. The moment Tech spoke you shifted to the side. Not taking your eyes from what you were doing. In fears that you would mess up and only disappoint your friend with your handy work. You weren't expecting a firm hand to grasp your waist. Pushing you further to the side, gently.

"I need by," Tech repeated. Then reached up into one of the shelves to grab a handful of wires.

"Could've asked me to move over more." You teased him. A small smirk playing at your lips. Though your eyes stayed down.

Tech watched you for a moment or two, maybe three. He was staring at your focused expression, then down to your project.

"I could've," he repeated. As if it was the obvious. "But you seemed too focused. I only figured moving you would be easier."

You looked up this time. Catching his eyes, which locked with yours. His helmet was over his head still. Even though the two of you had been back on the ship for quite some time now. Messing around and fixing up items in the work area.

You adjusted your own glasses, before reaching out to run the tips of your fingers over the side of his helmet.

"Tech," you called out, watching his eyes move over your face. To your lips, your eyes, your cheeks, studying you. As if you were a book he was reading.

"Yes, my dear?" He responded softly. Moving one of his hands up to hold the back of yours against the plastoid of his helmet.

"Can you take it off?" You asked, watching your lover closely. "You've wore it all day. You even took your upper armor off, c'mon.." you pleaded. You knew he was insecure about his facial features. The way his skin and hair was lighter than his brothers. His narrow features and body and face littered with reddish brown freckles. His body was a whole other story, and you were sure you wouldn't see it bare for quite some time.

"Please, let me see you." You pried, hoping your please and gentle words would persuade the geeky guy, and to your surprise. It did.

Both of his hands lifted to the sides of his helmet. Tilting it forward, and then pulling it up to remove the barrier from his handsome features.

"Better?" He asked, a small smile gracing his lips. Though you could see the hesitation in his eyes. The want to pull it back on and race over to his work once more. Ignoring your kind words and gestures for him to keep it off.

"Way better, now I get to see your handsome face." You reassured. Tapping the tip of his nose with your finger. A proud smile tugging up on your lips at the way he awkwardly readjusted his glasses with a bashful chuckle and smile.

"You're only saying that because we're together, I'm not-" you frowned. The way your smile faltered caught his attention, causing his statement to cut short.

"Tech," you repeated his name again, like a prayer. As if it were the only name you needed to know in these moments. Hands resting on the sides of his face to be sure he would look at you.

"I know you think you're ugly, and different, but you're not. Well, you may be different, sure.." he looked down at those words. "But that's not a bad thing, you know that, right?" He looked up to your eyes. Searching for an explanation that he could eat up.

"It makes you, you. I date you because I appreciate every piece and part of you. Whether it be your wonderous looks, the way you smile." Your words and own smile made his smile return. A small chuckle leaving you both.

"Or that extraordinary, and sometimes stubborn, pain in the ass mind of yours." He rolled his eyes at that statement. Hands resting on the backs of your own.

"So believe me when I tell you, I love you and every bit about you. Your looks are just the cherry on top." You barely noticed the words that fell from your mouth. Too lost in comforting your boyfriend to realize you said those three words. Until it was far too late to take them back. You only noticed what you said when you saw the baffled look on Techs face.

"You love me?" He asked. Quirking and quizzical brow. Lips pulled into a line while he thought over your words.

Was it a mistake? Did you not mean to say that? Sure you'd both known each other forever, almost since the batch started their missions. The two of you had been dating for a little over three months now, but it was such a new sentence to the both of you. You both barely even heard it from others around you. Tech had never even said it to his brothers.

Love, what was love but a bunch of chemicals in your brain? Or at least that’s what he thought before he held your hand for the first time. Before he realized that he did in fact love you.

But this? Confirmation in the statement itself? That was a bold move, and both of you stood there with a bit of fear and worry. When you didn't respond, and he saw the way your lip pouted in worry. As if you wanted to take back the statement, but you couldn't. He acted on instinct. He needed to clear the mood, act quickly and drastically. Even if maybe he didn't have to do something this drastic.

His hands fled from the backs of yours, to the sides of your face. Pulling you in for a kiss. He was, for once, at a loss for words. He couldn't think of how to say. 'I love you too, and I have for the past year and a half,' without sounding like a complete creep or weirdo. Or even both. So a kiss would have to do. Talk with actions, not words. Something he often did when nervous or upset.

The kiss was a mess, to say the least. Your noses bumped, and his eyes were screwed shut. Scared to face you and see the displeasure he figured would be in your eyes. He was tense, and pressing way to hard for comfort, but it sent the message to you anyways.

"Tech," you spewed against his lips. Attempting to push him back. To which he did. Eyes opening with a look of anxiety.

"You didn't- I'm sorry- I just- Did you not mean it?" He rambled. Your eyes widening at the final question.

"Tech, relax," you hushed. Resting your hands on his shoulders. Kneading the muscles a bit.

"Tech, I did mean it, I just got scared for a second there. I thought maybe you didn't feel the same." He shook his head at that. Frown deepening, if that were even possible.

"What? No, of course not. Why wouldn't I? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I could prove it in nearly 86 different situations, too." You laughed a bit at that. The concern slowly leaving your system. Along with his own upon hearing your laugh.

"I'm sure you could." He only nodded in response. Licking his lips.

"I'm sorry about the sloppy first kiss. I've just never- I didn't know what to say and I thought it would send the message that I felt the same." You chuckled at his words. Hands moving up to cup the sides of his neck.

"We could try it again?" You raised a brow. Watching as his wandering eyes quickly moved back to stare back into yours. Almost as if he thought you were about to scream 'Just joking!' And laugh at him.

"We could?" He asked, and you nodded. Thumbs rubbing under his jaw. Leaning towards him just a bit.

"What if I'm just a bad kisser?" He worried, to which you shushed him with your finger to his lips.

"Tech, you're one of the smartest guys I know. You'll get the hang of it. Practice makes perfect, doesn't it?" You asked. Moving your hand back to cup his cheek.

"Perfect practice, makes perfect," he informed. Eyes trained on your lips. The both of you leaning forward just a hair.

"Then why don't we practice, Techie Bear." You teased with a grin. Which had him moving forward to capture your lips.

This time you led the act, and in no time, he was taking over. His hands squeezing your waist while pushing you up against the counter. Your hands carding through his reddened locks. Keeping him close and his lips moved with yours in a rhythmic pattern.

His nose bumped against yours a few times before he decided to tilt his head a bit more away from your nose. Now burying the tip of his nose in the flesh of your cheek. Your own doing the same. He started to move his hands. Rubbing your sides, up and down. As if he were praising you with silent gestures. Thanking you for probably one of the best experiences of his life.

He nearly forgot that you both needed to breath. Until he felt you pull back from him. He inhaled sharply. Catching the breath that failed to flow his lungs. Eyes closed for a moment or two longer whilst catching his breath. He was soaking in pure bliss. Taking time to remember the feel of your lips on his own. Storing the thought in the base of his mind. While his lips continued to tingle with sensations he never thought was imaginable.

Then his eyes parted. Your face was still super close to his. Close enough he could tilt his head up and capture your lips again. You looked stunning from this angle. The way your eyes were blown and dark. Your lips looked fuller, bruised, even. The look of pure love and adoration on your face had him swooning. He wanted a picture to capture the way you looked. No, he wanted to see your full face. He couldn't see all of you this close.

Tech leaned back. Eyes widening and then falling shut out of reflex when your glasses hooked on the bottom of his goggles. Then came swinging down to collide with his lower face. You stared in shock for a second or two. Realization hitting you and a fit of laughter erupted from your chest. He was baffled, at a loss for words, but really? He didn't mind. Even if you were basically laughing at him. For stealing your glasses right off your face with his own. It was something he could enjoy. Especially with how contagious your laugh was.

Small laughs and giggles feel from his own lips. A rosy tint to his face. Reaching up to remove his goggle when he couldn't just pull the frames of your glasses from whatever they hooked to. Leaving you both blind and giggling like complete idiots.

"Here you go," he spoke breathlessly. A mix of the kiss and laughing like a fool. He watched as you slip your glasses back on. Thankful he was near sighted so he could witness the way you pushed them up your face.

He soon put his own back on his face. Sliding them over his head. Fixing his hair just a bit, so he didn't look like a complete idiot.

"Thank you," you spoke with a hum. Kissing his cheek. Both of you smiling like lovesick morons.

"So," you trailed. Rubbing his chest with your hands. Which he had moved his own back to your hips. Tugging you closer to him, so he could wrap his arms around your torso. Resting your foreheads against one another.

"So.." he repeated. Watching you patiently with a pleased look on his face.

"What'd you think about the kiss, still think you're bad?" You asked, to which he scrunched his nose in thought.

"The kiss itself was amazing, smooth, absolutely lovely. The only issue was me not only capturing your lips, but your glasses, too." You tittered at his words. Watching him with a smile and a cocked brow. His once innocent gaze turning mischievous within seconds.

"I'd say I still need some practice, and your lips are perfect enough to make that happen." Before you could even protest and remind him that Echo did indeed need his leg back before the next mission his lips were back on yours. His body pressed up against you, so he could hold you close.

You couldn't pull back, not now. Maybe Echo could wait. You had all day and night to fix it, plus you were almost done. A little break from the task wouldn't hurt.

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