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sixhours · 9 months ago

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Chapter 11 - The Ghosts of Babylon

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

You’re napping on your cot in the clinic when the walkie at your belt scratches out your name. You rub your eyes, fumbling for the switch.

“Here,” you mutter, sitting up.

“Got a situation, patroller with a busted leg,” someone says.

“Okay, bring them in.”

“Gonna need to make a house call, doc. Meet us at the east gate.”

“Copy that. Out.”

Shit.

Patrol was rough and sometimes things went sideways–Theresa told you as much–but you’ve never had to leave the settlement before. You pick up the med kit, double-check to make sure you have everything you need, and grab your down jacket.

There are two men on horseback waiting for you. You know one is Eliot, and the other…is Joel.

Well, this will be interesting.

Joel gives you a barely perceptible nod. “She can ride with me.”

You raise an eyebrow at the too-easy double entendre, and you swear you see the hint of a smirk before his face drops back into a gruff mask and he puts out a hand to help you up. You can’t ignore the flush of heat that courses through you at his touch, an embarrassing Pavlovian response. You know what those hands are capable of, and you remember all too well where they were last night. You wonder, in a flash of helpless depravity, if you could still smell your slick on his fingers. It doesn’t help that you’re forced to press your whole damn body against his back just to stay on the horse.

Fuck, this is going to be a day.

“You know how to use this?” he asks over his shoulder, holding up a pistol.

“I might.”

He scoffs as you take the gun, check the safety, then tuck it into the back of your jeans.

“Shouldn’t need it, but y’never know,” he says.

When the gates close with a thud , you feel your chest constrict. You’ve lived within the safety of Jackson’s walls for months, too used to its creature comforts. You tighten your grip slightly around Joel’s waist as he nudges the horse to a fast trot, Eliot riding ahead. Your ass is already starting to hurt.

“How far out?” you ask, trying to keep your voice light.

“Couple hours’ ride; we’re camped at the southeastern outpost.”

“What happened?”

“Allan’s horse got spooked and threw her.”

“...Theresa Allan?”

There’s a pause. “Yeah.”

“You said it was a break?”

“Uh-huh. Bone went through the skin…can’t move her until it’s set and splinted.”

“Shit.”

You shift in the saddle, trying to take some pressure off your tailbone, your thighs already aching from the effort of keeping your balance. Joel seems to notice.

“Woulda thought you’d have experience on horseback, comin’ from Nebraska.”

“I’m not from Nebraska. I grew up in New York. I was a city kid.”

“So…how’d you end up at the Omaha QZ?”

“It’s a long and uninteresting story.”

“We got time.”

You let out a deep sigh.

“Alright. I was finishing my residency at a hospital in Maine when the outbreak happened. Managed to get out alive with a…group.

“We protected each other. My medical experience was useful, so I guess I had more luck than some. Just happened to land in Omaha at some point, and that was home…until it wasn’t.”

In your defense, this is all true, save for the destination and the fact that the “group” in question was FEDRA. Your story is the same as countless others, and it comes so naturally, it doesn’t feel like lying…not exactly.

“You were right about the uninteresting part,” Joel says dryly, but there’s a teasing lilt in his voice. “I’m fallin’ asleep over here.”

You clamp down on a smirk, kicking the back of his leg with your boot.

“Asshole.”

~*~

Theresa is ashen and shivering under a moth-eaten wool blanket when you finally arrive at the outpost, which is little more than a shack in the woods. She greets you with a shaky smile through gritted teeth.

“Hey, babe. Fancy…meeting you…here.”

You wince in sympathy. “Can I take a look?”

She nods, teeth clattering as you pull back the blanket and a blood-soaked bandage to reveal the fracture, the jagged white shard of her tibia poking through the skin of her lower leg. You remember trailing kisses up that leg, her thigh, the taste of her on your tongue, and you have to stop yourself from going further with the thought.

“Alright. Let’s get you fixed up,” you murmur.

You set your med kit on the floor and kneel, pulling out gauze, alcohol, wrapping, and a tiny bottle of precious painkillers. You hand her three of the small white pills and a canteen. “Take these. They might take the edge off.”

“Might,” Theresa snorts, but she swallows the pills with a gulp of water.

You kneel beside her, taking her hand, giving it a squeeze. “This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.”

“Wow, don’t hold back or anything,” she huffs. “Can…we get it…over with?”

“Give the pills a chance to work. I’ll be right back.”

Joel is waiting for you outside. “I’m going to need someone to help me hold her while I set and wrap the break, and someone to keep an eye on her vitals.”

“We’ve got four. Two on watch, two with you. Eliot’s got field medic training, he can handle the nurse stuff.”

You nod.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice suddenly low.

“Fine,” you reply automatically. Indeed, you’re not looking forward to the next part, but it comes with the territory.

He considers this, then nods. “I’ll hold her.”

~*~

It’s as bloody and painful as you expect. Theresa's screams are barely muffled by the belt strap in her mouth, but eventually, you’re able to get the bone back into place. The sun is setting by the time you’ve finished bandaging, wrapping, and splinting the leg. Your hands, jacket, and jeans are splattered in Theresa’s blood, and Eliot brings in snow and melts it over a camp stove to help you wash up.

Theresa is conscious, resting, covered by the wool blanket. Her blood pressure stabilizes and the painkillers are doing their work. Small favors.

Joel waits at the threshold, arms crossed. “We’ve got a sled fashioned up to take her out, but I don’t wanna risk it in the dark.”

You wince. It’s going to be a slow and painful journey back to Jackson.

He leans in, hand coming to rest lightly on your forearm. You’re glad for long sleeves that hide the sudden rash of goosebumps that pop up at his touch, the low timbre of his voice sending a pleasant shiver through you.

“Sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine,” you say, giving him a tired smile to prove it. He studies your face, then nods slowly.

“Alright. Make yourself comfortable, we’ll ride out when it’s light. Be outside if you need anything.”

Then he ducks out in a whirl of cold air.

You roll out a spare sleeping bag and wrap yourself in your bloody jacket, easing yourself down onto the floor next to Theresa. Your fingers find the pulse point at her throat and she stirs, eyes opening to you.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, making a mental note of her heart rate.

“Like shit,” she croaks.

“Meds might make you nauseous. Think you can eat?”

She shakes her head, making a face.

“Water, then,” you say, picking up the canteen and putting it to her lips. She takes a few slow sips and swallows, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. This seems to sap all her remaining strength, and her eyes close, fluttering shut.

You think she’s asleep, but then she speaks again, voice rough.

“So…you and Joel.”

You open your mouth to protest, but she cuts in, blinking at you with drugged eyes. “Don’t even try, babe.”

You huff a sigh, and close your eyes. “Thea–”

“I care…about you,” she says, struggling to keep her eyes on you. “You know that…right?”

The sentiment is so foreign, so unexpected, your mouth goes dry and you cough to cover your surprise.

“You’re on drugs,” you remind her dryly.

“Good ones,” she agrees. “But I know…what I see.”

“And what’s that?” you ask, even though you’re not sure you want the answer.

She grins then, a brilliant and wry smile that reminds you why you found her so attractive in the first place.

“You’re…alike, you and him.”

“I’m ‘lethal?’” you scoff. “Isn’t that how you put it?”

“Untouchable.”

The word hangs in the open air like a warning shot.

“Look, Thea, don’t…don’t tell anyone, okay? It’s not serious, and his kid doesn’t know. Would make it awkward if–”

“Secret’s safe with me,” she mumbles. “But I meant it…what I said before. Be careful.”

~*~

You’re jolted awake from a cold and troubled sleep by the sound of gunfire.

“Shit,” you breathe, reaching for the pistol at your back. Theresa is awake, too, looking at you with wide eyes.

“What’s–”

“Shh.”

There’s yelling in the distance. You creep on all fours to one wall. There are no windows, just a boarded-up hole through which you can see slivers of moonlight. You try to peek through the slats but all you see are the shadows of trees on snow.

Where the fuck are the guards?

More shouting, sounding further away, and then…shuffling. A croak that is far too close for comfort.

Your finger flicks off the pistol’s safety and you turn to Theresa, putting a finger to your lips. You put your ear to the wall, trying to pinpoint the sound’s location, when a loud thud lands on the door.

Theresa lets out a startled shriek, and you whirl around, ready to tell her to shut up, but then the door begins to crack and splinter as the infected throws itself against it, pounding and pounding until the sound drowns out Theresa’s whimpering and the infernal racket of your heart between your ears.

You get to one knee and bring the pistol up, holding it steady with both hands, trying to slow your breath.

In. Out. In. Out.

The hinges give a rusty scream as they’re wrenched off the frame and the infected breaches the door.

You take the shot.

It goes wide, but it draws the creature’s attention. Its gaping maw hisses and croaks at you, and when it lurches in your direction, you fire one more bullet into the center of its bulbous forehead. It drops like a stone.

A shadow appears in the doorway, and you aim for the head, finger steady on the trigger.

It’s Joel, wide-eyed, breathing hard. He raises his hands. “Fuck–”

You don’t lower the gun; your muscles are trembling, locked in place by adrenaline and fear. You’re still seeing the infected in front of you, coming straight at you, mouth open and ready to feed.

In. Out.

Another moment passes. You feel your finger ease up, feel yourself standing slowly. Joel switches between watching you with concern and glancing at the gnarled body on the floor.

“Are there more?” you bark, not ready to give up the gun just yet.

Joel shakes his head slowly, hands still raised like you might change your mind and shoot him after all.

“Where the fuck were you?” you hiss, finally tucking the gun back into your jeans.

“Eliot and Ashbury had one to the south, I was watchin’ their six,” he says, looking down at the infected corpse. “Seems like you had it covered, though.”

The walkie on his belt squawks, Eliot’s voice staticky over the airwaves. “Joel, you there?”

“M’here. Found one up by the cabin…we took care of it,” he says, looking pointedly at you. “Clear.”

He steps outside to continue the conversation, although now that the door is gone, there’s not much point. You turn to look at Theresa, who has pushed herself to a half-sitting position against the nearest wall, pale and shaking.

It was already freezing in the shack, and now the wind coming through the open doorway makes it unbearable. The sweat that beaded on your skin in the heat of the moment has cooled, making you feel damp and slimy beneath your coat. You grab one of the scratchy wool blankets and look for some way to secure it to the door frame.

“That was…f-f-fucking impres-s-sive,” Theresa chatters, watching as you move about the shack, looking for a spare nail, a piece of wood, anything to pin the blanket up. “If it weren’t so…fucking c-c-cold in here I’d…b-b-be turned on.”

“It was,” Joel says. You hadn’t noticed he’d re-entered the cabin, but now he’s standing there, still watching you with something like trepidation. “Impressive, I mean.”

You shoot him a look. “Help me get this up. We need to get this place warm.”

~*~

It’s only a couple of hours until dawn, but the time crawls by in a bitter-cold haze. Joel drags the infected corpse into the woods and you manage to get the door covered. You spend the rest of the time curled up against Theresa’s good side under the blanket, trying to conserve body heat.

It’s a welcome relief to be up on the horse, arms anchored firmly around Joel’s waist and heading back to Jackson in the early morning light. Eliot and his patrol partner’s horses are hooked to the makeshift sleigh upon which Theresa is bundled, while Ashbury rides ahead as a scout. You gave Theresa another pain pill before you set off, but you suspect it’s not doing much good with all the jostling on the frozen, pock-marked ground.

It’s been an hour of this lurching, plodding cadence when Joel’s voice drifts over his shoulder.

“Where’d you learn to shoot like that?”

“Picked it up while I was out there, I guess.”

You feel him shift against you, leaning back slightly. Even sweaty and bloody and in pain, his proximity is unnerving. The constant pressure of the saddle rolling between your legs doesn’t help.

“Looked like a FEDRA thing.”

“That so?” you say, trying to sound disinterested.

“Hell of a shot, though,” he says when you don’t elaborate. “For a ‘city kid.’”

“Mmm. Got lucky,” you sigh, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades, smelling the warm leather of his jacket. You’re so tired you could fall asleep right now, sore ass be damned.

“Right,” he says, drawing out the word sarcastically. “Well, remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Doesn’t feel so good on the other end of the barrel, does it, Miller?”

He gives a soft, knowing chuckle. “No, I s’pose it don’t.”

~*~

You finally ride into Jackson, exhausted and bruised and desperate for a shower. Theresa is set up at home with one of the clinic nurses as a caregiver, and you promise to check on her the next morning.

Joel disappears without a word as soon as you dismount, trotting off toward the stables. You’re too tired to worry about his suspicious questioning, although in the back of your mind, you know you should be.

When you finally make it home, you don’t have the energy to do more than stumble upstairs and fall into bed fully clothed, still bloody and sweaty. The shower will have to wait.

~*~

A feather-light touch draws itself down your cheek, and you startle awake in the semi-dark, pushing yourself up and reaching for the knife you keep tucked between the mattress and box spring.

“Whoa, s’just me,” Joel says. “Don’t shoot.”

You blink up at him, confused. “What–how did you–”

“Door was open.”

Shit.

In your exhaustion, you’d forgotten to set the lock. Christ, being in Jackson has made you stupid.

You realize his hand is still resting on your cheek, and you sit up abruptly to break the contact.

“What is it? Is Thea alright?”

“She’s fine. Checked in on her before I came over. Just…wanted to see you.”

He leans in, capturing your lips with his, tongue sliding against yours in a sweet erotic dance, and you moan softly, instantly wet. After a full day of being so close, so fucking close without being able to touch him, to feel his lips on your sensitive skin, you’re like a woman starved.

You pull back with great difficulty, breathing hard. “I need a shower. I’m filthy.”

“Yeah y’are,” he growls, nipping at your ear, sending a hot shiver of delight straight to your core. But then he stands, reaches out a hand, and you take it.

The water feels amazing when it hits your skin, washing off the remains of Theresa’s blood, the dried sweat, soothing the ache in your muscles. He holds you under the stream of rushing water as his hands run the soap up and down your back, and he kisses you and bites at your neck until your legs threaten to give out. When he grabs your ass and presses you to him, nudging his cock between your thighs just out of reach of where you need it, you groan in frustration.

“Not in the shower, Miller.”

“M’not that stupid,” he says, but you’re not convinced. He leans back but only slightly, forehead pressed to yours, panting through gritted teeth. “God, the things you do to me. Wanted you that whole time, out there. Wanted you to…to–”

“Show me,” you murmur, reaching behind you to shut off the water, not caring that your body is still slick with soap.

You’re going to need another shower after this, anyway.

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writersmorgue · 3 years ago

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Something Immortal

word count - 3k

warnings: suicide attempt, drug use, addiction, cursing, teenagers being gross

pairing: model!Todoroki x canon!Bakugo

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"Holy shit guys he posted!!" Mina squeals, vaulting herself over the couch to reach the rest of the Bakusquad sitting on the common room carpet. An old original copy of Monopoly splayed out in the center of their group.

"Ooh, show us! Show us!" Kaminari leans forward, swiping half of the properties off the board in the process.

Sero groans, "Dude you do this every time!!"

The blond pouts, "Hey it's your fault I was losing."

Kirishima just chuckles, picking up his dog piece from jail and throwing it into the box.

"Your smart people game can wait," Mina tugs on Sero's ponytail, "He hasn't posted in weeks."

"Oh my god he's so fucking hot," Kaminari's knee-jerk reaction is whispered as soon as he sees the post.

Todoroki Shouto, one of Japan- and America's- most well-known models. The teenager, who happens to be their age, regularly models for magazines like Vogue, Joker, and Elle. The teenager who has starred in countless American and Japanese short and independent films. The teenager who just so happens to be the son of the number one hero, Endeavor.

No one knows his quirk, but it just adds to the mystery. Some people theorize he's quirkless, but others think he's got a crazy dangerous quirk, which is why he's a model instead of an aspiring hero. Not like he's not perfect for the job, with his gorgeous bi-colored hair and heterochromatic eyes. The scar on his left side somehow only adds to his beauty. It doesn't matter what your sexuality is, you simp for Todoroki Shouto.

But that's the obvious, now this photo- this photo.

"It's ethereal, I've never seen him look so serene before."

"He's an actual angel."

"How is he only eighteen?!"

Mina nods as Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima go through the seven stages of grief just looking at the photo.

Kirishima's eyes dart to Todoroki's username... which is just Shouto. In fact, the Todoroki name isn't mentioned once on his account, a fact that has hundreds of conspiracy theories on its own.

"Hey Meens, can we stalk him real quick? I wanna see who he's following."

She grins, "Well anything for you, munchkin."

Sero snorts. Their couple nicknames never fail to amuse anyone within hearing range.

"Ugh gross," Kaminari gags as Mina giggles, swiping off of the picture (which already has over 600,000) and onto his main page.

It's simple, plain yet elegant in the way only a PR manager could manage.

The bio is a link to his most recent shoot with some magazine that Kirishima doesn't recognize, the profile picture is a rare shot of him smiling, a blue checkmark, and a follower count of over four million.

His following count, however, is the shocker.

"He only follows fourteen people?" Sero whispers, clicking on the number.

"Huh," Mina turns the phone slightly so she can see, "Who is he following?"

"Let's see," Sero squints, eyes scrolling down the list, "Hawks... his siblings... Mirko... some American models... his agency's profile... and- wait, isn't that Bakugo?"

"HAH?" Mina yells, whipping the phone around and clicking on the profile.

Sure enough, a slew of photos shows up on her screen, all of their resident blond pomeranian glaring at the camera in various locations.

"He- WHAT?? It must be a glitch!" Mina scrambles frantically, eyes darting across the screen.

"Uh, yeah," Kirishima chuckles, "a glitch."

Mina scrolls up numerous times as if refreshing the page will help.

"I mean what other explanation can you think of?! It's not like Thee Todoroki Shouto would know our Bakugou, they're totally in different leagues." Mina sounds absolutely scandalized, causing Sero to laugh.

"I don't know, Meens, the proof is right there. We should ask him about it!"

"And what- DIE?" Kaminari reasons.

Sero nods, "Fair point."

"Pussies." Mina stands, planting her manicured hands on the edge of the couch, "I'll ask him myself."

"I REFUSE." A fourteen-year-old Shouto screams at his father.

"what do you mean you refuse? Shouto she's a lovely girl, and you need to procreate while you're still young if you're not going to become a hero like I want. You get one or the other." Todoroki Enji grabs his youngest child by the arm to lead him out of the kitchen, but Shouto jerks out of his grip. "Wh- SHOUTO."

"I'm going to live with Fuyumi. She'll take care of me." He holds his ground, shaking his father off when he tries once again to physically lead him out of the room.

"OH?" Enji bellows a laugh, "And how do you expect she'll find the money to take you in? Raising a teenager is expensive, you know, and she's only a simple school teacher."

"She's not a simple anything. And I- I'll find a way. We'll be fine. I already talked to several agencies."

"...agencies?"

"Wait, Mina!!" Kaminari calls after the girl, but she's a woman on a mission and there's no stopping her.

They arrive at Bakugo's door in a heap, Kaminari clawing at Mina while she knocks calmly. Kirishima and Sero stand to watch because they have no idea what else to do. (They're just as nervous as Kaminari but they're more afraid of Mina if they're being honest.)

A crash comes from inside the room, but soon their resident angry boy is slamming open his door and glaring at them. The normalcy is comforting.

"Do you fuckers realize what fucking time it is?"

"Yes~" Mina coos sweetly, "I know old men need their sleep but it's only 8:30 and we have a question."

He sighs aggressively and stretches his arms behind his back, cracking his shoulders and then his neck, Kaminari whimpers in fear.

"Alright, what do you want pinky?"

She's practically vibrating with excitement at this point.

"Why is Todoroki Shouto following you on Instagram?"

Bakugo seems to mull over this for a moment, and then he just shrugs.

Mina nods like this answers any part of her question, "That's what I thought, funny glitch. He's pretty hot though, right?"

The rest of the group nods emphatically.

Bakugo scratches his leg with his other heel, "He's not ugly, I guess."

Mina waves her arms around in Bakugo's general direction, "See!!? Even the straight guy agrees!!"

"No one was disagreeing with you, Mina." Sero snickers.

Bakugo grunts, then promptly slams the door in their faces.

"Well I guess that was more than he'd usually do at this time, we're lucky we didn't get exploded." Kirishima muses.

Kaminari nods, shuddering at the thought.

"Welp! That answers our question!" Although it really didn't, no one was about to argue with Mina, "Anyway I'm going to bed."

"Say hi to your vibe for me!" Sero whispers after her.

She waves as she marches away, humming to herself.

Shouto stares at the street below.

He wonders if he'd die falling from a height like this. He hopes he doesn't hit anyone.

Slowly, he removes his expensive sneakers, dropping them on the modelling agency's roof beside him. It's breezy tonight, and Shouto, freshly sixteen, has nothing to live for anymore. So he won't.

Stepping carefully over the guardrail, not sure why since he's about to jump. Maybe part of him is still afraid.

Whatever he can get over it.

His thin frame wobbles in the wind, and he breathes deeply, too focused on relaxing to notice the roof door opening, and hurried steps coming up behind him.

A warm hand grabs him, almost startling him off the side of the building.

The interruption heaves heavy breaths in his ear as they both topple down onto the concrete floor.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Oh, it's Bakugo.

The only child of his manager, Mitsuki Bakugo, who happens to be a nosy little shit who can't stay out of other people's business.

"Get OFF" Shouto shoves him, frantically scrambling toward the railing again. He needs this.

"NO! Todoroki get the fuck back-"

"It's SHOUTO." blood spurts onto his gray sweater and he realizes with muted horror that he just elbowed his employer's son in the nose.

"Fuck I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He bends down, removing his trashed pullover, and holds it to his friend's nose.

Bakugo snorts, "Sorry- Shouto I mean." He winces when Shouto presses harder into his face, "I'll forgive you if you don't jump."

Shouto sighs, "You know why I was going to."

Bakugo visibly calms at the use of past tense, the outburst must have snapped him out of it.

"Your mom, right?" Shouto tenses.

"Yeah I- he barred me from ever seeing her again and I- I don't know what to do." He shudders and pulls his pills from his pants pocket.

He wonders what his mom would say if she found out her baby was addicted to drugs.

Bakugou frowns but lets his friend take the pill, not sure what to say.

"Fucking piece of shit. Is that even legal?"

"Legally the number two hero can do whatever the fuck he wants. We live in a flawed world, Bakugo.

"I- Shouto."

"Hmm?" Shouto collapses onto the ground, crunching the pill and sighing as he feels the effects start to take almost immediately.

"I care- I care about you, okay? So please let me help you. Let me get you help."

A tear slips down to Shouto's ear without his permission, he wipes it away as quickly as it came.

"I don't know, Bakugo. You haven't exactly seemed to like me in the past. Even though I like to think we're friends I know you don't feel the same." He frowns, admiring the shine of wetness on his palm in the moonlight.

Bakugo grumbles, "Don't fuckin' tell me what I do and don't feel. I really fuckin' care about you even though I'm an ass about it, okay? I'm not good with emotions so don't expect much from me. But I do want you to be happy and I don't think the uh- the pills are helping."

The blond holds out a hand and reluctantly Shouto slaps the container into it.

"Fine," he mumbles, "you're uh- not as bad as I thought."

Bakugo snorts, "You're just as bad as I thought, but I like you anyway."

Against his will, Shouto finds himself blushing, thankful that it's mostly hidden in the dark.

"C'mon," Bakugo gestures to his own chest, "I know you could use one."

Shouto whimpers as he curls himself into the blond's strong frame. He's built a lot of muscle since starting at UA this year.

A strong hand rubs along his back and Shouto finds he can't hold back his tears any longer as the shock starts to set in.

Fuck he almost just killed himself.

"Thanks, Bakugo."

"I almost just watched you die, you can call me Katsuki."

"Thanks, Katsuki."

"No problem, Shouto."

The Bakusquad once again finds themselves playing a game on the common room floor, this time Sorry, much to Sero's chagrin.

"Sorry!" Kirishima grins cheekily as he kicks Sero's piece back to his home base.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck you guys-" He groans, flopping back onto the loveseat behind him, only to get an eyeful of Bakugo Katsuki's ass, "Oh hey Bakugou!"

"Wh- OI TAPE FACE WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE LOOKING-"

Sero snickers, patting Bakugou on the hip, "Sorry dude, it was literally right there."

Small explosions popped from Bakugo's hands as he growled down at Sero.

"Aw come on blasty he's just playing and WHERE are you going dressed like that???!!!"

Bakugo blushes and tugs his light blue blazer down farther.

"I have a date." He mutters, tugging his sleeves.

“Sorry,” Kaminari laughs, “I think I misheard you. Sounded like you said ‘I have a date.’”

Bakugo rolls his eyes, “Because I do, dipshit.” He sighs, checking his -expensive-looking- watch, “Just watch the independent film awards when they’re on. I think it’s like four hours from now that it starts.”

“Whyyyy would you have anything to do with that?” Kirishima groans, very lost.

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugo grunts, digging his phone out of his pocket when it vibrates and checking something before humming and striding towards the front door.

He looks unusually elegant, hair slicked back probably as well as Bakugo’s hair can be, shirt tucked in, a few rings on his fingers, barely visible and yet beautifully drawn eyeliner. He’s… pretty.

The three remaining members of the Bakusquad, as well as the rest of the common room, sit there in awe as he shoves a permission slip in Iida’s blubbering face.

“I- Wh- Bakugo is this from Aizawa? You cannot just leave!!”

“Fuck off glasses, I have his fuckin’ blessing or whatever.”

“Bakugo!”

The blond shoots a middle finger off behind him and slams the door shut, leaving a stunned common room in his wake.

“Uh, well, that happened.” Jirou drones blandly from her place on the couch with Momo.

“Awards show watch party, anyone?!” Uraraka grins, standing, “I’ll get the mochi!!”

“I’ll make tea,” Momo stands as well, dusting off her perfectly clean jeans. Jirou groans at the loss of her girlfriend’s warmth and flops over on the couch.

“This is stupid, he probably got invited by some pro hero and he’s just going to yell at the paparazzi if he’s even gonna be there.” She pouts.

“Well,” Sero grins, “anyone wanna play Monopoly while we wait?”

Kaminari throws the Sorry board at his head.

“Alright, is everyone ready!!? The red carpet is about to start!!” Hagakure squeals, even though the entirety of class 3-A (minus Bakugo) is there.

“So… what exactly are we watching this for?” Shinsou scratches the back of his neck.

“Bakugo’s going to be in it apparently, the study group earlier saw him in the common room wearing a suit.” Ojiro answers.

“Not just a suit!!” Mina holds her hands out as if to deliver groundbreaking news, “A fancy suit.”

“Aren’t all suits fancy?”

“Shut up.”

“OOH LOOK there’s Arai Itō and Chiba Yoshida!! Aww, they’re so cute!” Uraraka swoons, clasping her hands together.

“I wonder when Kacchan is gonna come out, these things can take a while.”

“I honestly don’t even care, I heard Todoroki Shouto is nominated for an award this year!! Do you remember that really sad short film he was in about having an overdose? Gosh, I hope he wins.” Hagakure’s hair bow vibrates excitedly.

“THERE HE IS THERE HE IS!!!!!” She points at the bottom of the screen where a man in a pale blue dress has stepped out of a limo and onto the carpet, a heeled foot gracefully raising him to his full 6’2”.

“Holy shit he’s gorgeous.” Sero breathes, the reporters on screen basically saying the same thing.

Shouto reaches behind him and holds out a hand for the second person stepping out of the limo, broad shoulders, a shorter stature than Shouto especially with the heels, spiky blond hair, piercing red eyes-

…

“HOLY SHIT IS THAT BAKUGOU??”

The aerial camera pans down toward the blond, showing off his suit- which matches Shouto’s dress perfectly- and his, what appears to be professionally done hair.

“Holy shit does he have an undercut now!!?? We just saw him a few hours ago!” Mina screeches.

Momo shrugs, “They do that sort of thing for celebrities.” She sips her tea, unphased.

“Okay okay, we’re all ignoring the most important part. Kacchan is Todoroki’s date.” Izuku frantically waves his arms around.

“I didn’t know they knew each other,” Tokoyami muses.

“What the fuck is happening?” Sero asks no one in particular.

“Wait everyone SHUT UP they’re announcing awards!!!! Todoroki might win one! We can ask Bakugo about this when he gets back. Surely there’s an interesting story.” Uraraka chimes in, handing out mochi and popcorn.

The tv’s voice is muffled under the muttering of several class 3-A members, but Mina turns it up as the male announcer reads the winners of the award Todoroki is nominated for.

“AAAAAAAAND THE WINNER FOR BEST ACTOR IN A DRAMA SHORT ISSSSSSSSS…

TODOROKI SHOUTO!!! For his work in The End of Me and the incredible performance that shocked-”

Cheers ring through the dorms, popcorn goes flying, and Mina frantically shushes everyone as Shouto makes his way gracefully onto the stage. He accepts the award from the previous winner, bowing elegantly and stepping up to the mic.

“Hello everyone,” He begins, shooting a shy smile directly into the camera. It has always perplexed his fans how nervous he can be in real life compared to in his photoshoots. “This is a really important award to me, not only am I incredibly grateful to the panel for gracing this title upon me, but as of yesterday,” He smiles at the ground, taking a deep breath, “I’m two years clean.”

Shocked gasps ricochet through the award hall as well as through the crowd gathered around the tv.

“He did drugs, kero?” Tsu whispers.

“Mon dieux,” Aoyama shakes his head, pressing a hand to his chest, “how brave.”

Shouto clears his breath and continues, “In fact, that wasn’t the worst of it at the time, and I’m incredibly grateful to all who have supported me through my career. You keep me sane, and you keep me going. But especially, I’d like to thank my sister, brother, and my wonderful boyfriend-”

He holds an arm out to someone in the audience, and the camera pans to none other than Bakugou Katsuki, “who quite literally saved my life, and helped me drive myself back on track. I love you Katsuki, and you continue to improve my life every second that you’re in it.”

Most of 3-A are in tears at this point, and as Bakugo half-heartedly scowls into the camera, they can tell his eyes are shining too.

Shouto glances back at the camera as if directing his words to someone in particular.

“Thank you.”

And then he’s walking back down to his seat as the audience provides him with a standing ovation.

“THEY’RE DATING,” Mina sobs, shaking Kirishima’s shoulders as he sits, staring slack-jawed at the television.

“Yeah, yeah they are.”

Katsuki does NOT wipe tears from his eyes as he helps Shouto sit back down in his seat, but his boyfriend definitely does. His mascara, thankfully waterproof, still holds strong.

Shouto shoots him a watery smile, rubbing his arm as he pulls the blond into a hug.

“Happy two years, Katsuki.”

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You've probably seen me and my asks/reposts/reblogs a few times and if not I mean- Anyways! I'm craving some BAMF! John content bc who wouldn't want that in their life? Also- I really love all that you do for the fandom and your followers. (I was an old Nonny who spoke about being asexual. I was wrong and I mean it happens-) But yeah you are super duper amazing and I hope one day I can do the same for others

Hey Lovely! <3

Aww, it’s okay to change your labels when figure out who you are (I certainly have)! I have a lot of asks from ace nonnies, so I’m not sure which one is yours, hahah. That said, don’t feel bad for identifying as one thing until recently... it’s normal. <3

Ah, yes, we all love a badass mother-fuckin’ John!! I’ve only done one list related to it, so I’ll link to it below :) As always, I encourage everyone to add their own fics to the list below!

Thank you for your kind words, and I hope you enjoy what I’ve got for you! <3

BAMF and/or SOLDIER JOHN

See also: BAMF! But Insecure John

Idiot by Anesthesiologist (T, 1,229 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, TGG AU, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Inner Monologue, John Saves Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – What the heck happened? He remembered the pool and Moriarty, but then what? Had he been dying?

Shooter by Amputation (K+, 1,406 w. || Post-TRF, Suspense, BAMF!John) – The men were trying to rile the other into acting first, it seemed. How boringly predictable and dull this was!

The 3x John Carried Sherlock, and Once ViceVersa by ShinkonoKokoro (K+, 1,673 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Friendship, Three and One, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Worried Sherlock, John Gets Shot) – It happens more than he suspects.

In Which John is a BAMFy MoFo, OMG! by Kantayra (T, 1,835 w., 1 Ch. || Humour) – John's BAMFness and Sherlock's damsel-in-distress act are caught forever on camera. So Scotland Yard can mock. A lot.

Coming Full Circle by KCS (K+, 2,358 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate TGG, Friendship, Drama, Violence/Death References, Drugging/Poisoning, Kidnapping, BAMF John, Moriarty POV, Introspection) – Moriarty had John for almost six hours between his abduction and the showdown at the pool - more than enough time to implement a Plan B for his escape should Sherlock call his bluff with the fake bomb vest.

Butterfly, Pinned Under Glass by billiethepoet (E, 4,648 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive Sherlock, Jealousy, Barebacking, BAMF!John) – It started as a desire to keep John safe and whole, and ended up as just desire.

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) – When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, 7,429 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous John, Miscommunications / Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time, BAMF John, Insecure Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock, POV John, Embarrassed John, Adorable Sherlock, Junk Size, UST / RST) – John pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his mouth and sighed. “So, you're coiled like a spring and ready to be ... sprung?” “If you want to be pedestrian about it, yes.” “Like I said, you should do something about that.” “And like I said, pedestrian. What would you have me do? Take up jogging? Yoga? Oh! Unless you mean –” “I don't mean anything. Let’s drop it.”

I'm Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, 7,672 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cudding, Doctor/Patient, Accidents, Pining Sherlock, Blow Jobs, Oral / Anal, BAMF John, Minor Injuries, Dev. Rel.) – Sherlock finds increasingly ridiculous ways to get John to patch him up after hurting himself.

Every Night I Look for You by destinationtoast (E, 8,377 w., 1 Ch. || POV John, Post-TRF, Angst, Mystery, Unsafe Sex, BAMF John) – Every night, John looks for familiar hints of Sherlock in the men he meets in bars, and he does with them all the things he wishes he’d done before. Eventually, he stumbles into a situation that Sherlock would know how to handle, and John must decide whether he can handle it without him.

Made for You by Raxicoricofallapatorious (K, 8,440 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Sci-Fi, Androids) – When John was shot in the shoulder he was decommissioned and his memory and personality was wiped. Sherlock was given the blank droid and he quickly learns that this droid is more than it seems. John just so happened to come back and no one can fathom how or why. Johnlock if you squint.

Matters of National Security by mistyzeo (E, 8,465 w., 1 Ch. || BAMF John, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Dating, Bisexuality, Arguing, Stupidity, Teasing, First Kiss/Time, Hand Jobs, Frottage, RST, Idiots in Love) – John starts dating a male client of Sherlock's, and Sherlock can't figure out why he's so incensed about it.

Stay Awake by pandoras_chaos (E, 9,325 w., 1 Ch. || BAMF!John, First Time, Angst, Pining Sherlock, Rimming, Oral/Anal) – Sherlock can feel the tenuous threads of this conversation shuddering under the strain of all the unspoken words. His eyes narrow as he gazes up at John, noting the residual tension in his shoulders, the dark circles under his lower lids, and the way he is avoiding Sherlock’s eyes like a bi-polarized magnet. He knows John Watson inside and out, like the perfectly balanced coils and gears of a beautifully balanced grandfather clock, and yet John keeps surprising him. It’s uncanny, the way he keeps on being so utterly and wonderfully unpredictable.

John Watson’s Moon by patternofdefiance (E, 11,314 w., 1 Ch. || Werewolf John, First Time, BAMF John, First Time, Anal, Fleeting Depictions of Violence) – Sherlock finds out John is a werewolf and wants to see the transformation. It, uh, gets really kinky.

The Red Dianthus by kinklock (T, 11,382 w., 3 Ch. || Supernatural Elements, BAMF!John, Misunderstandings, Fluff, Romance, Halloween, Dev. Rel., Case Fic) – The boys investigate a mysterious disappearance in a supposedly haunted house, and get much more than they bargained for.

The Hand You're Dealt by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 12,092 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Light Violence, BAMF John, Doctor John, Injury, Friendship) – Sherlock, John and several others are trapped in a building when an explosion disrupts the crime scene they are working.

Fear Itself by KCS (K+, 12,289 w., 3 Ch. || Suspense, Friendship) – John is accustomed to being kidnapped by now, but he never expected a criminal to adopt Mycroft's method of doing so, to ensure he comes along without a fight.

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

The Acronym by DancingGrimm (T, 15,057 w. || Humour) – "'Bee Ay Em Eff'. Hm, that's a new one on me. Do you know what it means, Sherlock?" John might not know what it means, but there are many little ways in which he proves the acronym suits him.

I Will Take Care Of You by SailorChibi (T, 16,664 w., 15 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Sherlock, BAMF John, BAMF Lestrade, Reunion Fic) – Two years after Sherlock's death, John comes to find him on the sofa. Wounded and ill, Sherlock is convinced he's hallucinating and refuses to share any details about Moran or the fact that Mycroft has been compromised. That doesn't stop John from stepping up and taking care of the last of Moriarty's web, BAMF-style.

Hope for Heroes by Richefic (K+, 16,887 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TGG Fic, Introspection / Flashbacks, Friendship/Epic Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Sherlock Admires John, BAMF John, John Deduces, Fancy Party, John’s Self Esteem, Domestics) – In the final moments of "The Great Game" Holmes hopes he will have the chance to tell his flatmate that he was wrong. Heroes do exist after all and the one in front of him is called Dr John Watson.

Traitor's Gate by roane (E, 17,714 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mystery, Bets and Wagers, Undercover for a Case, BAMF John, Scientist Sherlock, Teasing, Established Relationship, Military Base, Sexting/Texting, Military/Uniform Kink, Frottage, Dirty Sex, Anal, Bottomlock) – John and Sherlock go undercover at a top secret government lab to find out who is selling research. John is back in uniform and Sherlock is back in a laboratory, but they have to pose as strangers. Sherlock thinks he'll have an easy time of it, but John has his doubts. It's up to them to find out who is responsible for putting a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands, and try to keep their hands off each other at the same time.

5 Times John Got the Girl (and lost her) and 1 Time John Got the Guy (and kept him) by LiviKate (M, 21,695 w., 6 Ch. || 5 and Ones, Kissing, Oblivious / Awkward Sherlock, BAMF / Sexy / Stud John, Embarrassed John, John’s Scar, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Sherlock) – John has always had good luck with the ladies. He's charming, friendly and funny, not to mention great in bed. However, his usual skill with the opposite sex is constantly being thwarted by Sherlock and his outbursts. How will John ever get a leg over when Sherlock is always cockblocking him?

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w., 4 Ch. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock's case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he's pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w., 6 Ch. || Alternating POV’s, Bisexuality, BAMF!John, Jealous Sherlock, Romance / Drama, Sort-of Case Fic, Peril & Angst, Love Confessions, Toplock, Soft Idiots in Love, Post S3) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they've made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.

Invisible by chappysmom (K+, 25,947 w., 11 Ch. || No Slash, semi-canon compliant) – John had had the knack for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he could become invisible, exactly. The laws of physics worked quite well in his vicinity, thank you very much. It was just that people tended … not to see him. {{This was one of the first AU’s I read, and I still love it to this day}}. SEQUELS: Still Invisible (ASiB) || Too Visible (THoB) || Invisible Once More (TRF)

And A Doctor by StillWaters1 (T, 27,393 w., 6 Ch. || Friendship, Doctor John, Whump, Soldier / Doctor Dichotomy, Five and One) – It was only when people actually saw John working as a physician that they began to understand: that it wasn't just about bullets and IEDs and trauma care under fire. That "doctor" actually covered a pretty wide field. And that John was bloody good at covering ground. 5 times Dr. Watson treated others and 1 time he treated himself.

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop, Past Abuse) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn't simple.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

To Mend Icarus by AlessNox (T, 29,186 w., 14 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship, Drama, BAMF!John, Emotional Turmoil, Introspection, Harry is in this Fic, Angry John, Happy Ending, Queerplatonic Relationship) – After a case lands John Watson in court, he tells Sherlock that he is leaving. Not understanding why, Sherlock decides that the only way to learn the truth is to investigate his flatmate, Dr. John Watson. A revision of the story Mending Icarus.

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,689 w., 8 Ch. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Beach Holidays, Confused Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

The Wrong Wagon by DancingGrimm (E, 35,663 w., 20 Ch. || Alternating POV, Molly/ John [Molly pines for John], Public Sex, Casual Sex, Obliviousness, BAMF!John, Awkwardness, Angst & Humour, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – Molly sees John in a new light and realises that she may have hitched her horse to the wrong wagon...or something like that. John pines for Sherlock and worries what he will think if he ever finds out. And Sherlock doesn't know what Molly's up to...but he knows he doesn't like it.

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

A Week is Just Seven Days Isn't It? by scifigrl47 (T, 39,906 w., 4 Ch. || Humour, Friendship/Bromance, Stroppy/Bored Sherlock, Undercover/Army John, Texting, Pining-ish Sherlock, John Whump) – When John heads overseas for a week, Sherlock's forced to fend for himself. It goes about as well as anyone could have anticipated. Which is to say, very, very poorly. Don't worry, things'll be fine in just seven days.

Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w., 4 Ch. || H/C, Injury, Slow Burn) – When John's left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she's about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways, Needy Sherlock, Wings) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w., 9 Ch. || Magical Realism, BAMF!John, Slow Burn) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w., 26 Ch. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR [E], 54,437 w., 50 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV, Light Humour, Reconnecting, Declarations of Love) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

Wars We Fought, Things We're Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w., 10 Ch. || Post S3 / Post TAB, Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST/URT, 3G, Mild Peril, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case, Protective Mycroft, Infant Death Pre-Story, Friends to Lovers) – Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w., 21 Ch. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock, BAMF John) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

The Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w., 24 Ch. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

Perdition's Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., 21 Ch. || Treklock AU, Est. Rel, Genetic Engineering, Angst & Fluff, BAMF!John) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU || Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

Watches 'Verse by bendingsignpost (E, 66,905 w. across 2 works || Magical Realism, Reality Distortion, Angst, Partial MCD, BAMF John) – First, he is shot in Afghanistan. Second, he wakes to a phone call in Chelmsford, Essex. Third is pain, fourth is normalcy, fifth is agony and sixth is confusion. By the eighth, he's lost track. (John-centric AU) Part 1 of Watches 'Verse

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Casefic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

Darkling, I Listen by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 73,254 w., 8 Ch. || Fairy Tale AU || Loosely Based on Beauty and the Beast, Magical Realism, Suicidal Themes, Romance, Creepiness, Adventure) – No one who enters old London ever comes out. They say that the beast devours them. When his sister disappears, John ventures into the dead zone beyond the wall, and finds a brilliant madman under a terrible curse... Part 1 of Darkling I Listen + Extras, Deleted Scenes

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w., 18 Ch. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) – A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Secrets and Revelations by Hisstah (E, 83,535 w., 9 Ch. || Sentinel / Guides Omegaverse AU || Adventure, Violence, Anal / Oral, Omega!John / Alpha!Sherlock, Case Fic, Politics, Mild DubCon) – Dr John Watson has some major secrets that he's kept from his flatmate, Alpha Sentinel Sherlock Holmes. Now the Sentinel Tower is after him. Can John stay out of their hands until he can reveal his secrets to Sherlock? Part 1 of Secrets and Revelations

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

Maintenance and Repair by patternofdefiance (E, 106,650 w., 71 Ch. || Future AU, Augmentation || Augmented John, Depression, Body Modification, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Sci-Fi, Self-Care, Body Dysmorphia) – John wants to explain the rush of sensation and data, which is just another form of sensation (or is it the other way around?). John wants to say: Augmentation circuits report temperature, pressure, various forms of quantitative input. Sudden changes are reported as pain, since sudden changes are dangerous, and pain is the quickest way to encourage reflexive extraction. But all John can manage is, “Nng.” Because this sudden touch is not reporting as pain. Part 2 of STATIC

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w., 23 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump, Mild DubCon, Hand / Blow Jobs, Torture) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w., 27 Ch. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller, Switchlock, Rimming, Emotional Lovemaking, Lots of Sex, HJ/BJ’s) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w., 34 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE, WiP || Established Relationship, Major Character Injury, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis/Disabilities, Hurt/Comfort, POV Sherlock, Mental Health Issues, Drug Use, Happy-ish Ending) – After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it's supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

The Burning Heart by May_Shepard (M, 119,150 w., 21 Ch. || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, John’s Sexuality, S3 Rewrite, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV John Watson, John’s Gay) – When Sherlock dies, John Watson feels like his life is over too. He’s completely shut down, until Mark Morstan, a new nurse at John’s medical clinic, catches his attention, and helps him uncover the long buried truth of his attraction to men. Although he’s certain he’ll never get over Sherlock, John plans to move on, and build a new life with Mark, unaware that Sherlock is not quite as dead as he appears, and that Mark is hiding secrets of his own.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #bamf john #weakestdreams #soldier john

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lonestarbabe · 4 years ago

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Yeah I’m team Marjan and Nancy all the way even though the writers give us nothing lmao but sometimes I see Marjan and Paul and I’m like 👀🧐 hmmmm ... because of course men and women can be just friends and Marjan and Paul already ARE great friends so there’s that aspect that can explain the chemistry but if the writers don’t make Marjan and Nancy happen, they should think about Marjan and Paul because they could make a rly cute friends to lovers thing and I am here for it tbh. It would be cute af like one person realizes they have feelings for the other and is scared to tell the other because they don’t wanna ruin the friendship. And I’m not trying to push two people together for the sake of just pushing to people together because if they rly are just friends that’s cool, but I feel like if the writers just kept writing these Paul and Marjan scenes but keep pushing the envelope it could make for a rly nice friends to lovers relationship 👀 first and foremost I want wlw/bi/pan or lesbian rep in lone star because it’s lacking and I need it for representation’s sake I mean 911 has a lesbian and gay couple and another gay person and many fans think Buck is bi which hadn’t been confirmed but yeah. In lone star we have the G and T of the LGBT community and I would like for lone star to add an L or a B for Marjan (and maybe Nancy too) please 😌 it’s literally not asking for much. I mean the bar is literally so low it’s nearly on the floor like we ask for less Owen and the writers give us the middle finger and instead we get MORE Owen. So yeah this isn’t even asking for much lol I wanna see either of these things I would be happy with either - Marjan and Nancy or Marjan and Paul endgame/eventual couple

Yeah, like I wouldn’t be mad about Marjan and Paul, and I think there could be romantic vibes there. But I do love their relationship no matter what that relationship is because I do think they fit together. They’re both smart and brave and can be introspective. But also... Marjan and Nancy are right there. And they vibe so well together? Like they honestly have the most potential for romance for me, but I don’t think the writers will go there. This is network television, after all, so they’ve got to be straight... sigh. I head canon Nancy as a lesbian and Marjan as bi, and I will hold onto that until I’m said to be wrong (just as you can say Buck, for example, is bi and hold unto that even if they never make it canon!) I think they should just end straight characters on Lone Star kfjlskf (except Owen... he’s too straight for me to even head canon as non straight sdkfjsl) . We don’t need them! But adding some more LGBT+ characters would be welcome, and I would be perfectly happy to accept whatever they are willing to give me. They have several good options, so they should embrace them!

#asks #more lgbt+ characters #ship talk

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yikesharringrove · 5 years ago

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I love the last thing you wrote for Steve being out as Bi. Really heavy but heartwarming. I also loved the idea of him being kinda a queer mentor to little Will. That’s such a big bead canon I have or more like a wish that him or Billy could give some support to my gay son will. Do you have anything more you could write on that? -catharrington

@catharrington sorry for taking so long!

So I have this bad boy that I wrote a little while ago, but I can go for a modern version if that sounds good! So, no monster au, Tommy is a good friend bc I lowkey love him and don’t talk about that enough.

Will had always known he was gay.

He had always been much more inclined to look at boys than girls, had liked looking at the guys on the covers of Jonathan’s records. He had been sure the first time he played baseball.

The little league was during the summer, usually coached by the guys on the high school team that needed a little pocket money.

He had only done it to make his dad happy, make him proud, but the first time he was standing in the field, and Steve Harrington had shown up, just about fifteen, ready to coach their team. He had made varsity as a freshman, and had a bit of a reputation of being a douchebag.

But he was nice. He was kind to Will, took the time to explain things to him, show him patiently what he was doing wrong and how to fix it. He was gentle and had big kind eyes and Will knew he liked boys.

Steve came out later that school year, he’d been dating a guy from the University of Indianapolis. He wasn’t the type of guy people labeled queer in small town Indiana. He was a jock, a cool guy, a womanizer. But all of a sudden he was shrugging and saying I don’t really mind either way, I just kinda like people.

Will once saw Steve and that guy downtown. He was waiting for his mom outside of Melvald’s when they walked down the sidewalk across the street. They were holding hands, laughing with one another. The guy, Will never bothered to learn his name, spun Steve under his arm. He could hear Steve laugh, could see how brightly he smiled when they kissed.

He was mesmerized. It was the first time, he had ever seen two queer men together in public, just being together it made him so happy.

He heard later that Steve caught that guy cheating on him and slashed his tires.

The next time he was Steve with someone, he had his arm around Nancy, was making her laugh, whispering into her ear. He wanted, just once to find someone he could be like that with. So comfortable, so in love.

But then Nancy left him, and started dating Jonathan, and he was happy for Jon, had know about the crush he’d had for years, but he couldn’t help being just a little mad at Nancy, saw Steve crying in his car once, figured it was over her.

When Billy Hargrove showed up in town, Will felt the exact same way he had when he saw Steve for the first time. He knew these little crushes of his wouldn’t lead anywhere, were just little crushes on the only good-looking guys in this town, but he liked looking, and in looking came noticing.

He saw the way Steve’s eyes would light up when he heard the Camaro rumbling down the road. Saw the way Billy would brush their hands together, knock his shoulder into Steve’s, always touching in these really small ways.

When Steve was giving him a ride home, it all came kind of, tumbling out.

“Are you and Billy together?” Steve looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

“So what if we are?” Will shrugged.

“I just, I’ve noticing some things. The way you guys look at one another. Steve was quiet for a moment before sighing, pulling off to the side of the road.

“Look, Will. We are. We’ve been together for a few months now, but, you can not tell anyone.” Steve’s eyes were wide, will nodded vigorously.

“Is he, is he not out?”

“It’s not that, exactly. I mean no, he’s not out, but that’s more because he can’t be.” He took a breath. “His dad reminds me of yours. He’s kind of a huge asshole. It’s not safe for Billy to be out. So, we gotta hide it.”

“I promise I won’t tell! I can keep a secret.” Steve smiled at him, really soft. “I’m gay.”

He hadn’t registered he’d said it until Steve huffed a laugh. He could feel his face going red.

“Yeah? Welcome to the club! Not a lot of us Hawkins queers out there, I don’t think.” Steve winked at him and Will’s face burned.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever said it out loud.” Steve’s eyes softened again, he reached out to place a hand on Will’s shoulder. it was warm.

“Well, thank you for telling me. Letting me be the first to know.”

“How’d you, how’d you do it? Come out, I mean.”

“I’m not gonna lie, it was not easy. Sometimes, it really sucked shit, still does when someone wants to get shitty with me. I had good friends that backed me up, though. Just last week Tommy punched Aaron Rodgers in the face for yelling some shit at me.” He laughed. “Not that I’m condoning violence, it just makes all the bullshit a fuck of a lot easier if you’ve got good people that have your back.”

“I want to, I want to tell my mom and Jonathan. I have for awhile now, I’m just, nervous.”

“Well, they’re cool with me, so I know they’re not, like, huge homophobes, but I get it. Coming out to anyone is hard, and its so scary when it’s your family.”

“Did you come out to your family?” Steve took his hand back, gripping the wheel tightly.

“Yeah.”

“How’d it go.”

“It was shit. My dad hasn’t spoken to me in like, six months.” Will blinked. Steve usually seemed so carefree.

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but I’m still sorry.” He started the car again, continuing on to Will’s house.

“You know, you can always, like, come to me, if you need to talk or something. Between Billy and me, we’ve experienced pretty much everything a queer can experience.” He laughed again, clicking back into plucky, silly Steve.

“Thanks, I, I probably will.” He pulled into Will’s driveway.

“And there’s no rush with your family. It’s okay to keep your cards close to your chest. It doesn’t make you any less valid or mean that you’re like, ashamed of your identity, or whatever. Let it happen in the timing that feels best for you.” He patted Will on the back as he left the car, thanking Steve profusely as he went inside.

#should i do a part 2 #call in and let me know #harringrove #yikes writes #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove fic #harringrove drabble #harringrove ficlet #will byers #billy and steve being wills queer mentors is one of the best things in the world ngl #also i know people like to have will have his gay awakening when billy sows up #but like #steve was RIGHT THERE the WHOLE TIME.#you telling me this baby gay WOULDNT look at steve and be like #😳

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jadedragoness · 4 years ago

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Review: Peace Talks

First Read Through Reaction

Now staring off, knowing that the book was essentially part one of two did mean that I went in expecting that there would be plot lines that wouldn’t be resolved. I did NOT expect that nearly zero of the plot lines would be resolved, at all. Yikes. Now, I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it. I did. But it felt like there were 50 to 60 pages missing that should have been in the story to at least wrap up minor plot lines before heading into ‘Battle Ground’.

Warning: Full of Spoilers

Such the arrival of the Outsiders those Cornerhounds. Um… Outsiders and at no point that Harry wonder why in the hell they were called to Chicago? Or why they were targeting him and Ebenezer. Seriously, unless the author totally forgot we know that Outsiders can only be called by mortals. So human wizards brought them. So was it someone in the ‘Black Council’ or was it the Formor, since we know from previous stories that they grab humans and mind-whammy them and also modify them. And we know that they’ve been pretty focused on grabbing minor practioners for a couple of years now.

Hell, even just knowing why Thomas attacked the svartalf King would have been good to know in the book even if we don’t find out who it was yet.

That being said lets start of with things I didn’t like.

Thing Which I Wasn’t All that Pleased About:

1. Butters in that threesome relationship.

Now, let me explain, it’s not because its a poly relationship. I don’t even twitch over how Justine and Thomas include others in the sexual part of their relationship. It’s because I kept wondering if Marci was even into dudes. As far as I knew she was only into girls. And now she’s suddenly bi?

What the hell?

I think my reaction has a lot to do with how skewed the sexual orientation gradient in shown among Named characters. You have straight men. Straight women. Bi women who are shown to be blatantly into men and women…and that’s it, now.

No lesbian women with zero interest in men. No bi men. No gay men. No asexual characters. No trans characters. No gender fluid people.

I know that this due to the author’s eye and while it hasn’t irritated me much in the past as we keep getting more and more books with more newly introduced characters the lack is becoming more and more glaring to me. Especially, as I have drifted into reading other series that manage to be way more inclusive about this sort of thing in great and amazing ways *sighs happily over Rivers of London series*. And I don’t just mean in passing with random nameless scenery people that never talk which have popped up in the Dresden Files but with actual characters that have names, dialogue and contribute to the series.

So it really, really annoys me that Marci went from being the only lesbian who is a named character to joining the horde of bi women in the DF verse.

Okay, so its not really a Butters issue to much as a grumble about the spectrum of gender and sexually needing better representation.

*grumbles* Step up your game, Butcher.

I will add that I’m head-canoning that actually the relationship here is Butters with Andi, Andi with Butter and Marci, and Marci with Andi. That pretty much with Butters running around being the new Knight Andi didn’t like how her boyfriend wasn’t paying attention and gave Butters the ultimatum of letting Marci in as Andi’s girlfriend or they broke up.

… yeah, I’m totally liking that spin way, way better.

2. That Marcone took forever to show up! ARGH! I love him ok.

Considering how early he was name dropped in the story the amount of time it took him to show up… Jim Butcher is a damn Marcone-tease. *glares hotly in author’s direction*

3. I don’t like it that Murphy is so hurt. I don’t hate it. I think I’m just uneasy about the future implications.

Having reread the entire series before reading ‘Peace Talks’ I fully expected some lingering injury but not to that level. I’m actually worried about her chances of surviving any upcoming battle, and not just in Battle Ground. There’s even more danger coming down the pipeline in future books and she won’t let herself stay ‘safe’ when she could be watching Harry’s back… so its a worrying problem.

Now if she died I have no doubt that her being recruited to be a Valkerie is an option. But then I remembered how those warrior women go out into the world with ‘clients’ and of the two we’ve seen they’ve been attached to ‘monsters’ aka Lara and Marcone.

Unless, the payment isn’t cash and she can be attached to Harry. *hums in thought*

But then I have to wonder how much Murphy would accept that role. She’s also a pretty devout Catholic as this book reminded us so that is also something that would make her say no to the offer.

4. That the younger Wardens who had so looked up to Harry being so damned suspicious… ow. That hurt. I may have teared up and sniffled into a tissue thinking about it. And then sobbed because so much of it came from Carlos… Carlos! The man went into the Deeps with Harry! Ouch.

5. Rudolph… that roach.

Ugh, I’ve had the disturbing thought that now that magic and the supernatural on the path to being exposed to all of humanity, scared humanity too, that will end up with a resurgence of a new Inquisition and the killing of anything eldritch. And you know that Rudolph would definitely be in it. *shudders in disgust* Creep.

BTW I totally don’t believe that Rudolph answers to Marcone. It doesn’t make sense as to why he was so pushy go get Harry during ‘Changes’. I had thought he was answering to the Red Court but with them being taken out of the picture… now I wonder if he isn’t answerable to the Black Council.

Things I Did Not Expect:

1. Damn… when Ebenezer sent that spell through Harry and ‘killing’ I was so shocked even though I was pretty sure there was a twist coming. Mostly because of what it says about Ebenezer.

Ebenezer actions killed Harry.

Sure it was a fake body that brought no harm to the real Harry. But if Harry hadn’t thought ahead? If he hadn’t used his brain to ask Molly to create a fake? Eb would have killed his own grandson.

Sure it was an accident but it could so easy have resulted in a dead Harry. I was crying so hard I wondered if my eyeballs were loosening in their sockets. Argh.

2. Bonea…. Harry your naming skills are simply weird. I’m so glad that Susan named Maggie.

Although Bonnie is a pretty great nickname.

Thinks I Found Utterly Hilarious

1. The line about the best offense being a T-Rex? Gold. Pure gold.

2. When Harry figured out there are angels in the hilt of the Swords of the Cross and Butter’s immediate reaction of horror because he’d accidentally laundered the hilt, giving it a ride in a washing machine.

OMG! I had the instant image of a miniature angel screaming and growing dizzy when going through the spin cycle.

I know that makes no sense but that’s where my mind went, okay.

3. The conjuritis. Omg, it’s so gross with all the ectoplasm leaking from Harry’s nose but it’s sooooo funny. Also the way he kept getting the ‘aren’t you too old for this’ from Ebenezer and then Lara made me giggle even harder.

Then I thought: dude, it’s like chicken pox, something you got as a kid but if you never had it you get it when exposed later in life. So one of his kids has it. Probably Maggie too.

4. When Sanya pretended to have his hand lopped off. I straightened up and was so worried Sanya had lost a hand. Then when I realized he was pretending to freak out Butters and Harry I admit to laughing way too hard. Got me too.’

Also there’s no way that Sanya was actually defeated there. He’s younger and better trained then Butters, I don’t care how light (Heh) the new sword is. He definitely threw that fight to test his hunch.

5. Murphy’s inability to handle being flirted on with a red-headed warrior woman. Sooooo funny. I mean, Murphy could have said a number of things such as ‘I’m exclusive.’ or ‘I’m not interested in women.’ But she just floundered. Heh heh.

6. I continue to find it completely hilarious that Lara, a couple of centuries old vampire, seems to keep learning a lot of power moves from Marcone.

Such as: having trained fighters that are NOT food, well… mostly. Having those mines installed in the walls. And now hiring a Valkerie of her very own.

I keep thinking, yeah, there’s no way she’d win in a fight against Marcone because there’ s no way that Marcone has let slip all of his tricks.

Things I Really, Really Liked:

1. Marcone. Everything Marcone. *heart-eyes*

And then he proves why he’s so damned scary by standing up to the Titan. Then to the ghouls. Then after proving his bad-ass quotient if off the charts he gets everyone organized to fight.

Yeeessss… It proves to me that when it comes to protecting Chicago he is actually the best person after Harry. Hell, in some ways he’s better than Harry. Now, I’m not saying he’s a white knight or anything like that. Just that he has the intelligence, the ruthlessness, the will, the power and the men to provide the most protection to the city’s mortal denizens. At least when there’s a war raging with multiple enemies who will be attacking at various points.

And oh, I can’t wait to see how he’s going to get revenge for the death of his people. Omg, he’s going to kill the Formor so hard. *goes starry eyed thinking about more Marcone*

But why did he have to appear so late in the book?! *wails in a heart-rending fashion*

There better be a ton more Marcone in the next book! *makes desperate gimme gimme hands*

No, I don’t have a Marcone addiction… I can stop anytime I want to. *sneaks off to mainline some “Even Hand” straight into the brain*

2. The return of Goodman Grey! Oh, I hope he’s around a lot! I’ve really grown to like him.

<b>Things Which Blew My Mind or Were Just Freaking Awesome: </b>

1. Dad!Harry is actually the most amazing Harry. Forget the magic flinging and the fire storms… this is the best Harry.

Just the way he takes care of his kids…. *turns to mush like ectoplasm*

2. Murphy and Harry are finally together! Yay! Yay! Hip hip hooray!

Now, I’m a rather shameless Marcone/Dresden fic writer, but as I never ever expect this to be canon I’m content to write it as fanfic for my own sense of delight. However when it comes to canon I’m full on board with the Karrin and Harry relationship. Be it friendship or romantic, I think its great.

3. Marcone… that is all.

Random Speculation

1. I find myself wondering about Ebenezer’s rage against vampires. And my brain muttered this theory: Maybe Harry’s grandmother was killed by White Court vampires.

Whoa.

It would explain the vitrolic rage.

And if Lara was involved it would also explain her flash of shame.

We don’t know anything about Harry’s grandmother, not even her name. So… that’s a thought.

2. River Shoulders teaching Harry.

Oh man, oh man, I hope Harry learns shape-shifting.

And thinking about it I had to wonder if the animal-shifting had anything to do with knowing the animal in question which of course made me think…

Harry should learn to shape-shift into a T-Rex.

He already knows how one is put together and the mind of one. And he knows that it’s possible to add extra mass to a shift from the Nevernever in the form of ectoplasm… so

Harrysarous Rex, baby…. I may have to write a fic with this premise.

3. Oh, if it’s possible to make a ectoplasmic body can Harry learn to make one for Bonea? After all Maggie would probably really enjoy getting to play with her little sister that way. Even if Harry can’t do it all the time and it wouldn’t last longer than a day. That would be delightful.

4. Okay, not this is more head-canon than speculation but… considering how hard Harry has been made to be analogous to Merlin I can’t help but wonder if Marcone is suppose to be Arthur’s analogue. So wielding Amorrachius *coughs*Excalibur*coughs* would make sense.

…it’s not just my Marcone-love talking dammit.

Speaking of Merlin, I’m convinced that he’s behind this whole ‘starborn’ thing. Seriously, otherwise its way too convenient that a wizard with that power is born every 666 years. It smacks of a spell.

And if that’s the case it also feeds into my pet theory that the whole reason we have Outsides at the Gates is because Merlin was the schmuck who drew them to our reality in the first place. And everything surrounding the war with the Outsiders are his attempts to try to fix what he broke.

*lost in pondering thoughts*

Things I Have Questions About

1. Did Harry forget he has The Ways Map from his mother? I would have thought he would have figured out a way (heh) to get to the island somehow. He was on it for so long I thought for sure he’d spend time exploring it. Also we knew from ‘Skin Game’ that even tiny factors can change where the Way goes in the Nevernever. I doubt the ENTIRE island has Ways that lead to a bad place. Especially for Harry now that he’s the Warden.

2. Also why didn’t Harry get Lea to help him? After all unless she’s moved it since ‘Changes’ her garden is still on the other side of the sub-basement.

3. What did Lara use that first favor from Mab on? *eyes her suspiciously*

4. Where are the Za Lord’s Guard? *wondering about what been happening with Lacuna and Toot-toot*

5. If Harry gets kicked out of the White Council (good riddance, since they haven’t exactly been all that helpful lately) can he get enough signatures to be added as a member of the Accords in his own right? After all being Warden of Demonreach has got to mean a lot to the older members.

Then he wouldn’t be reliant on Mab’s protection.

I can’t help but hope this proves to be the case, especially if in ‘Battle Ground’ Harry ends up taking down that Titan. Because he needs as much protection and influence he can gather if he’s no longer White Council to protect himself, his people and his kids. Especially if he eventually gets rid of that Winter Knight mantle like I hope he does.

6. How in the hell (pardon the pun) did evil demon Sasquatch survive being turned to mush by Hade’s Ice Gate? Or the shades that were part of the security system that almost got Harry?

*frowns* The only reason I can think of would be the coin of Ursiel being the factor. I doubt a Fallen Angel is allowed to stick around in the Greek realm of the afterlife.

7. WHERE IS BOB?! Seriously, if Butters doesn’t give him back...

#peace talk spoilers #the dresden files #john marcone #full of speculation #can't wait for more #harry blackstone copperfield dresden #karrin murphy #spoilers #the dresden files spoilers

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mind-reader1 · 4 years ago

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Third Wheel, Part 1

Author’s note: Co-written with @drakesroyalromance. Written during the end of season 11, not canon compliant from season 12. We’re posting this now for Supernatural appreciation week, day 5 - Favourite ship: Dean x Castiel (Destiel).

Word count: 1466 words.

Warnings: Deals with internalized homophobia and related themes.

Tension had been buzzing in the bunker, everyone could feel it, and Castiel knew it was about to come to a head. He and Dean had been sneaking around with each other for months and he thought Sam and Mary knew it, but wasn’t sure because no one said anything. Castiel had never expected this and he knew Dean certainly hadn’t.

It started with just a simple touch. Dean was walking by and gently placed his hand on Castiel’s arm as he walked by. It was a small gesture but intimate. It sent chills down Castiel’s spine, a sensation he’d only felt one other time - when he was human. He almost thought he imagined it until he saw Dean look down at his hand and up at Castiel, alarmed, hurrying down the hall to his room.

He tried to talk to Dean about it but found that Dean was doing his best to avoid him. He thought about trying to google it but he didn’t have the right words. Instead, he decided to go to Sam.

“Hey Cass.”

Castiel took a seat beside Sam and dove right in. “How do you know if you’re attracted to someone?”

Sam raised an eyebrow and pulled his eyes away from his computer to look at Castiel. “It’s different for everyone, Cass. There’s lust and then there’s love.”

Castiel nodded, this made sense. When he was human and that woman attacked him, they had intercourse together first. That was lust.

“Where is this coming from anyways?”

“I - someone who is objectively attractive touched my arm and it sent a chill down my spine. Does that mean I’m attracted to them?”

Sam repressed a laugh. “Did you feel anything else? Have you felt anything else since?”

Castiel frowned. “I felt a strange sensation in my stomach.”

“Like butterflies?”

He nodded.

“Then yeah, I’d say you’re attracted to them, Cass. Who is it?”

“Thank you, Sam.” He got up and marched towards Dean’s door, ignoring Sam’s question.

“What?” Dean barked, tired of the incessant knocking on his door. He paled when he realized who it was.

“We need to talk, Dean.”

“About what, Cass? Can’t a guy have a little space?”

“I find you attractive.” He paused, “sexually.” Dean was as pale as a ghost, but Castiel continued. “I think you do too..find me sexually attractive.”

Dean looked like he was going to be sick. The truth was he’d felt a spark when he touched Cass that day and it scared the hell out of him. It wasn’t that he had anything against gay people, it’s just that he wasn’t gay. He liked women, loved them actually. He couldn’t be attracted to men, let alone his best friend.

“Cass, I -“ Dean didn’t know what to say. Castiel, who’d only had one other sexual experience in his life, decided to grab Dean’s face and kiss him. That’s what people did in the movies when they wanted to express their love for someone else who was stubborn. Dean was unresponsive at first, but found himself leaning into the kiss, pulling Castiel closer for more.

From that moment on, Dean had gone through a phase of denial to shameful acceptance, sneaking around with Castiel so Mary and Sam wouldn’t find out.

Castiel was well aware the Winchesters’ secrets always had a way of coming out, he was sure this one would too but he did his best to keep the secret, for Dean’s sake.

Castiel was new to the idea of a relationship, same sex or not. Dean wasn’t new to the idea, he’d had plenty of one night stands and one or two serious girlfriends over the years. He understood relationships but wasn’t forthcoming when Castiel had questions. Instead, Castiel found himself turning to Sam over and over again when the internet couldn’t provide answers.

“Sam.”

Sam glanced up from his computer at Castiel, mumbled a greeting and went back to what he was doing.

“How do you know when you are adequate at pleasing someone..sexually?”

Sam choked on his beer and looked up at Castiel, pressing his mouth into a thin line. “Cass, where are all these questions coming from lately? Are you seeing someone?”

Before Castiel could answer, Dean walked in wearing just his robe, nursing a cup of coffee, his hair still messy from the night before. Just the sight made Castiel weak in the knees. He was grateful he was sitting.

“Morning.” Dean was perkier than usual. Castiel had noticed that whenever they spent the night together, he seemed in a good mood the next day. Clearly Sam had picked up on it too.

“Hey Cass, why don’t you ask Dean? Clearly he was with someone last night.” Sam teased.

Dean looked up from his coffee abruptly and scoffed. “I was alone last night.”

“Yeah, right. Whenever you get laid you have this look on your face, you stink like $3 bar bathroom perfume and you’re bragging about it.”

Dean smirked and made a show of sniffing. “Can’t a guy just be in a good mood?”

Castiel shifted nervously and caught Sam’s curious gaze focused on him, his own hair still showing signs from the night before. He was sure Sam had put the pieces together but he kept quiet for Dean’s sake, for which Castiel was grateful.

The longer into the secret romance they got though, the more Castiel wanted to tell people. He was proud to be with Dean but he felt like Dean was ashamed to be with him. He hadn’t said anything yet, he didn’t know how, but he’d had enough. The conversation needed to happen.

Sam and Dean strut into the bunker after a hunt. Castiel was sitting at the table angrily when they noticed him.

“Hey Cass.” Sam dropped a duffle bag onto the table and Dean was on his heels.

“How ya doing Cass?” Dean asked but continued to walk by the angel towards the bathroom.

“We need to talk, Dean.”

“Seriously, Cass? We just got back, can I shower first or is the world ending? Again.” He sighed exasperated.

“Fine. I’ll come with.”

Dean looked between Sam and Castiel, panicked.

“Dude, we’ve talked about this. Personal space.” He tried to laugh it off but Castiel wasn’t going to let it go.

“Then let’s talk now.”

Sam walked out of the room so Dean sighed and slumped into a chair.

“Fine, Cass. What is it?”

“What are we?”

“What?”

“I mean I know that I’m an angel and you’re a human but what are we?”

“I don’t know, Cass. Why does it matter?”

“I want to be ‘Facebook official,’ as the internet calls it.”

Dean dragged a hand down his face. “Do you even know what that means?”

“I want to be your ‘official’ boyfriend Dean!”

“Cass,” Dean sighed, “it’s not that I don’t want that, but you know I don’t have a good track record when it comes to relationships. I don’t even know what it’s like to have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t either. We can figure it out together. That’s something Sam said couples do.”

Dean groaned. “You asked Sam for relationship advice?”

“I didn’t tell him it was about you.”

“You didn’t have to.” Sam said as he walked back into the room.

Dean shot up in panic. “What? There’s no us, I don’t know what he’s talking about, Sam.”

“Dean, it’s fine. I’ve known for months. Neither of you are exactly stealthy. I was hoping you’d figure this out on your own and tell me, but I forgot how thick headed you can be so listen: I don’t care whether you’re gay or bi or whatever. Cass makes you happy, so be with him. You deserve to be happy. Both of you.” Sam adds, smiling gently at Dean, then at Castiel.

Dean felt a sense of guilt and relief wash over him. He knew Sam wouldn’t care but the idea of his brother knowing had still made him nervous. Now it was out and Dean felt guilty for hiding Cass.

“Alright, Cass. Let’s make it official.”

Castiel smiled and Dean sighed in relief. A weight seemed to be lifted off his chest, the first of many things they needed to figure out as a couple.

“Thank you, Dean.”

“Now that it’s out in the open, can you stop talking to me about your sex life with my brother?” Sam cracked a small smile.

“No. I’m afraid I will still need your advice from time to time.”

Sam grimaced and Dean groaned, dragging a hand down his face. Of all the people he could date, he had to have feelings for the one whose best friend was his brother.

“Now I’m going to shower, and I was serious about being alone.” He pointed his finger accusingly at Cass.

..to be continued

#SpnAW20 #dean x castiel fanfiction #dean x castiel fanfic #destiel fanfiction #destiel fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #dean x castiel #destiel #supernatural #spn #supernatural appreciation week #season 12 #not choices

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bing-fucker · 5 years ago

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Oh, good! I was wondering if we could get 74. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole." with Chase and Character Jack? Like maybe they're college roommates and Jack is flirting with/being groped by some guy at a pub and Chase gets jealous/protective?

Jealousy as a concept makes me very uncomfy, and also I adore protective tops, so we’re going with the second option!

Just a reminder for those that don’t know or didn’t see the last couple of asks, Character Jack is the Jack I reference here. If I ever refer to the real-life YouTuber in asks (not requests), I’ll use Sean. So this is the character that, in the JSE Egos canon, is currently in a coma. But this is college age, so no somnophilia here! (Oh but that just gave me a wonderful idea...)

Warnings: Non-consensual groping, a small bit of violence (Chase gets in a fight), first-time anal sex, car make-outs, I don’t know what the name for it is, but Jack does kind of like seeing the results of Chase fighting to protect him. Ask me to add warnings as needed!

Chase and Jack weren’t dating. That was something that both men constantly reminded their other uni friends. Sure, both were bi, but that didn’t mean they were instantly dating. And sure they flirted a lot, and Chase had more than a few fantasies about his roommate, but they weren’t dating. In fact, Chase was pretty sure Jack only jokingly flirted with him.

All of this was what Chase was desperately trying to remember as he watched his roommate and best friend. They’d gone to the club with a group of friends who, if Chase knew his friends, were going to quickly be abandoning Chase and Jack for a pub crawl with some sophomores.

Jack was on the dance floor, swinging his hips to the music and dancing with some guy that Chase was seventy percent sure he didn’t even know the name of. Neither Jack nor Chase had been drinking- Chase was designated driver and Jack never drank unless Chase did as well. But Jack never really needed alcohol to get his groove on. He was an energetic guy and dancing was a fun way to get out some of that energy.

Jack turned and caught Chase’s eye, winking dramatically as he kept dancing. Chase laughed and raised his glass of water in response. Jack laughed as well and Chase was so distracted admiring his smile that for a second, he didn’t notice the stranger’s hands on Jack’s hips. He frowned when he noticed, shifting a bit. It was the guy Jack was dancing with, so at least it wasn’t a complete stranger. Chase settled back in his seat, deciding not to step in until needed.

Jack laughed a bit uncomfortably and detached the guy - Dave? That sounded right - from his hips. “Sorry, dude, not lookin’ for a lay tonight,” Jack said.

“You sure?” Dave(?) asked, smirking slightly. He was English and part of Jack found it fitting that it would be some English guy. “Because you’re certainly shaking those hips like you are, love.”

“I’m pretty su-” Jack squeaked as Dave settled his hands on his ass, groping him harshly and pulling the Irishman close. “Dude! What the hell!?”

“Relax,” Dave purred, grinding rhythmically against Jack. “Just havin’ a bit of fun, yeah?”

“Dude, get off!” Jack exclaimed, shoving at Dave. Dave simply grinned in response and pressed his lips against Jack’s, letting the Irishman taste the alcohol on his breath. Jack whimpered softly, eyes wide as he beat against Dave’s chest. The brit just seemed amused, gently groping and massaging the flesh of Jack’s ass.

“God, you’re hot,” Dave muttered against Jack’s lips, moving his hands and giving Jack relief for just a second before they were shoved down the back of Jack’s jeans. Jack squeezed his eyes closed uncomfortably, still hitting Dave’s chest as hard as he could.

Jack was surprised when he was suddenly pulled away from Dave, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized it was just Chase.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chase asked, looking at Jack in concern.

“Yeah,” Jack breathed. “Sorry for making you come over here, I probably could’ve handled it.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Chase replied, frowning and patting Jack’s shoulder gently. “Do you want to head back to the car? I’ll deal with this asshole.”

“Yeah,” Jack said, nodding and patting Chase’s back before hurriedly leaving and going to the car.

Jack sat in the car alone. It wasn’t actually Chase’s car, but the actual owner of the car had entrusted Chase with the keys. And he was currently making out with some girl at the bar back in the club, so Jack was sure he wouldn’t mind. Jack frowned and hugged his knees to his chest, silently berating himself for letting that happen. Luckily, he didn’t have long to wallow before Chase was climbing into the driver’s side. He had a bruise forming on his cheek, a cut lip, and bruised and bloody knuckles.

“Dude!” Jack exclaimed, putting his feet on the car floor and looking at Chase worriedly. “What the fuck, did you fight him!?”

“He certainly tried to fight me,” Chase replied, flexing his hands slightly. “Someone called over some nearby guards.”

“Did you get in trouble?”

“Nah, I told ‘em he was just some drunk on the street. Nobody cared enough to clear the record.”

“Thank god for that,” Jack replied, frowning at Chase. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Chase assured, looking at Jack with concern. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” Jack said, sighing and looking at the cut on Chase’s lip. “Your lip is bleeding...”

“Huh?” Chase swept his tongue across his bottom lip. “So it is. I’m okay, though.”

“Yeah,” Jack breathed, eyes locked on his friend's lips.

Chase licked his lips again, “Jack?” Jack looked up to meet Chase’s eyes for a second, then surged forward and crashed his lips against Chase’s. Chase made a startled noise for a second before kissing back, wrapping his arms around Jack’s waist. Jack whimpered softly and kissed back harder like he was trying to chase away the feeling of Dave’s lips with Chase’s.

Chase groaned and moved his hands from Jack’s waist to push his seat back far enough to pull his best friend into his lap. Jack groaned in response to the change in position, straddling Chase and tangling his hands in the other’s hair. Chase pulled away slightly and laughed against Jack’s lips as his hat fell off and somewhere in the backseat. Jack laughed in response, trailing his hands down Chase’s chest and kissing his throat lightly.

“Whoa, whoa, Jack,” Chase gasped, settling his hands on Jack’s shoulders and pushing him away slightly. “Slow down, Jack, it’s okay. I’m here.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jack replied, grinding against Chase’s lap slightly.

“Fuck, Jack,” Chase groaned. “Wh-what has gotten into you, dude?”

“Honestly, I’ve wanted this for years, and you’re really fucking hot right now,” Jack replied, biting his lip anxiously. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I mean,” Chase said, shrugging a bit. “Not really? Like, at this very moment? Yes, because I don’t want our first time to be in our friend’s car. But in general? No. Let’s just. Wait until we’re back at the flat, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jack agreed, climbing back into the passenger seat and breathing a sigh of relief. Chase grinned and righted his seat before starting the car and pulling off into traffic. He jumped when he felt a hand on his thigh, blushing and focusing on the road. Jack didn’t move his hand, just left it there, like he was afraid Chase would be gone if he took his hand away.

To be honest, Chase didn’t remember how he and Jack got back to their flat. His mind was far too addled by the feeling of Jack’s lips moving against his and the feeling of Jack’s hips in his hands. It was a miracle they made it to their flat at all, much less without hurting themselves.

Chase panted and pushed Jack onto his bed, pulling his shirt and shoes off quickly. Jack scrambled to follow his example, chest heaving as he looked up at Chase. Chase quickly crawled over Jack, kissing him firmly.

“Mine,” he muttered against Jack’s lips, rubbing the other man’s nipple lightly. “God, Jack. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

“Good,” Jack replied, keening softly and hooking a leg around Chase’s waist. “Chase, please~ Make me forget what his hands ever felt like~”

“Gladly,” Chase growled, pulling away from Jack and grabbing the lube from his bedside table as Jack wriggled out of his jeans and boxers. Chase groaned softly, watching Jack roll over onto his stomach.

“You’re fucking mine, Jack,” Chase hissed, bodily moving Jack further onto the bed and pouring lube over his fingers. Jack whined softly and reached behind himself, spreading himself for Chase.

“B-be careful,” he breathed. “I’ve never done this before...”

“I’ll be gentle,” Chase muttered, gently pushing two fingers inside of his friend and waiting for him to adjust before he started to stretch Jack open.

“Fuck, Chase,” Jack whimpered, pressing his sweaty forehead against Chase’s pillow. “I-it feels weird.”

“Good weird, I hope,” Chase replied, laughing softly and leaning down to kiss Jack.

“Good weird,” Jack confirmed. “Really good weird. Fuck, more, please~”

“Gladly, baby,” Chase replied, pushing another finger inside. “There we go. Almost there, babe, almost ready...” Jack moaned loudly as Chase crooked his fingers, arching back against Chase.

Chase pulled away when Jack was stretched enough, wiping his fingers off and turning away to take off his jeans and lube up his cock. When he turned back around, he was met with the rather lewd sight of Jack fucking himself back on his own fingers.

“Jaysus, Jack,” Chase breathed, panting slightly as he walked back over to Jack and pulled his hand away. “You look so fucking sexy.” Chase gently rested the head of his cock against Jack’s hole, biting his lip. “Try to relax, okay? It might hurt a bit, but I’ll do my best to go slow.”

Jack nodded in reply and relaxed as much as he could, biting his fist at the initial entry. Chase smiled faintly, gripping Jack’s hip with one hand and using the other to rub his shoulder encouragingly.

“You’re doing amazing, babe,” he praised, slowly sliding further in. “Don’t worry, babe, you’re doing so good. You feel so good.”

“Chase,” Jack whined, pressing his face against the bed. “Please, more~”

“Fuck, don’t say that,” Chase said, laughing slightly as he pushed completely in. “I don’t want to hurt you, babe. Gotta go slow, yeah?”

“You can go slow in round two, Chase Brody, right now I want you to fuck me until your hands are the only ones I can remember,” Jack snapped, rolling his hips experimentally.

“Oh, fuck,” Chase exclaimed, gripping Jack’s hips tightly. “Fine. Fine.” In an instant, Chase pulled out until just the head was inside and then snapped his hips forward, drawing a long, low moan from the man beneath him.

Jack mewled happily, rocking his hips back against Chase’s thrusts. Chase groaned, and dug his nails into Jack’s hips, muttering praise and names he wouldn’t ever repeat.

“Fuck, Chase, I-I’m close,” Jack whimpered, arching his back further. Chase wrapped one arm around Jack’s waist and pulled him up into a kneeling position, back against Chase’s chest. Chase groaned and kissed Jack firmly as the other man came, swallowing Jack’s moans happily. He wasn’t far behind, what with Jack tightening around him so deliciously. Chase groaned and buried himself deep inside of Jack as he came, panting heavily.

Chase pulled out and collapsed next to Jack on the bed, breathing heavily and looking at Jack as Jack laid next to him and snuggled up to him.

“Hi,” Jack whispered.

“Hi,” Chase replied, turning onto his side and hugging Jack close to him. “We should talk about this.”

“Yeah, we should,” Jack agreed, smiling softly and looking at Chase. “You’re all sweaty.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen,” Chase laughed, brushing sweaty hair from his head. “So are you.”

“We should shower.”

“Yes, we should,” Chase laughed, pulling Jack close and covering both of them with the blankets. “Sounds like a lot of stuff for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, tomorrow sounds good,” Jack agreed, yawning and snuggling closer to Chase.

“Night, dude.”

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adrrianraines · 5 years ago

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choose me.

—chapter i. | chapter ii. | chapter iii.

genre: romance

fandom: playchoices: the royal romance

pairing: LiamxMC (Riley Brooks)

disclaimer:

characters used are owned rightfully by pixelberry. all rights reserved. this is a trr UA (universe alteration) original idea storyline. unlike an AU or Alternate Universe, Universe Alterations or UAs are set in the canon universe, but with "alterations" to accommodate the plot.

grammatical errors, misspellings & typographical errors that i might have overlooked are to be expected. – thank u for doing the proofreading with me, @bi-cookie 😘 really appreciate it. as always, special thanks love. ♡

taglist:

– of course, hmu if u wanna be tagged for an update! lovely people who wanna be tagged in this mess, thank you! ✨

@miss-raleigh-carrera @sunandlemons @wolfychoices @juminssi @onomatorina @ao719 @vaticanwaltz @texaskitten30 @princess-geek @janezillow @cordoniaqueensworld

Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker? — Garth Nix, Sabriel (Abhorsen, #1)

Breathe. Calm down. Concentrate.

A King would never falter in the face of adversaries. This is a minor setback. You can fix this.

Braving a face, Liam squared his shoulders, eyes fixated upon his reflection in the mirror. He stood still for a few minutes, trying to make sense of what was happening. Not less than 24 hours ago, he was at home, with a lovely pregnant wife, in Valtoria. And now, by some weird phenomena that he couldn’t fathom, he’s back at exactly where he was before he married his wife.

Riley. Somewhere in New York City.

Sighing, his hands made a quick work of his collar and then his jacket before he proceeded to present himself. Apparently, from what he’d gathered so far, he’s at the exact hotel where he and his friends stayed for vacation in America. Upon reaching the bedroom, he was welcomed by the sight of Drake sitting on one of the sofas, hands carelessly maneuvering the remote control in his hand. Maxwell was on the phone making a call just beside the large curtained windows.

Drake turned towards Liam, his scrutinizing gaze carefully studying the other. Liam assured his friend by giving a small and calm smile before clearing his throat to get Maxwell’s attention. Maxwell turned and raised his hand for a thumbs up while ending the call.

“Great! Tariq’s waiting for us downstairs. We’ll hit the restaurant first then tour New York after!” The Beaumont Lord grinned and strode towards the two men. He clapped his hand on Liam’s shoulders and smiled warmly. “I’ll make sure you’ll have the best night of your life, Liam! You’re in for a treat with the great Maxwell Beaumont’s Bachelor Paartttyy Express!”

Liam nodded, still unable to properly process the sudden turn of events. If he wants this figured out, he should gather all clues that would present themselves at his mercy then make use of it to his advantage.

Drake rolled his eyes at the other’s antics before propping himself up. “Guess this is the part where we enthusiastically shout ‘yay’ and hope to have a great time.”

Maxwell feigned an offended gasp. “You’re talking to the greatest entertainment master! Of course you’ll be in for a treat!”

Drake shrugged and moved towards the door. Liam followed silently while trying to recall how his first Bachelor Party went.

He met Riley at a small bar. She was working for that sudden stop they had at his last night in America.

Last Night... Therefore... He has a chance of meeting her tonight!

With a determined resolve, Liam figured a way of how to make sure he meets Riley and recreate the exact same moment of their first encounter. From what he gathered so far, if he was indeed jostled back, he needed to make sure everything played out exactly as what had transpired back then.

He halted, which made the two men stop and turn to look at him in question.

Somehow, they need to really make a stop at her bar. At all costs.

“Maxwell.” Liam’s deep baritone immediately made the other attentive. “I know you’ve got the entire night planned out and I entirely appreciate you for it. But perhaps, we can make a little detour towards a place I want to visit? If the itinerary so graciously allow...”

Drake crossed his arms, interested on how this could be handled. Clearly, he knew that Liam was not the one who would continually insist if the plan didn’t involve a certain matter at hand — considering how Maxwell behaves with regards to events he already have planned out.

Maxwell’s face fell, suddenly feeling sorry. “Aw, man. I know you wanna go to the Statue of Liberty but our time is really limited.”

Liam’s eyes perked up as he smiled. “Oh, no. That’s... not particularly what I have in mind.”

Because he already knew how the night would play out if he laid his cards right.

“This... is your last stop?” Maxwell looked incredulously over Liam, as if he had just knocked his head on the concrete and somehow survived but lost a few brain cells or two after.

“I believe it is a quaint little find.” He commented, his heart hammering loudly in quiet excitement. Riley was only a few meters and a few seconds away from him.

Maxwell grinned brightly. “Quaint? This is fantastic! How were you able to find it? Wait...” Then he eyed Liam suspiciously. “Are you after my own title as the world’s greatest party planner?”

Drake scoffed so hard he ended up coughing. Tariq only rolled his eyes. “I believe Prince Liam would never want such title.”

“Still, I’m impressed.” Drake smiled and nodded towards the entrance of the bar. “A greasy joint with local alcohol. Great find.”

Liam nodded, pleased with how he was able to control the events so far. He religiously followed Maxwell’s itinerary for the night, though he made a few arrangements of what was supposed to happen, such as suggesting the bar ahead of time. Still, he was glad they were able to find themselves outside Riley’s workplace. Just in time like before.

The guys went on ahead with excited chatters, still under the merriment from their previous clamoring adventures before they stumbled upon the bar. Liam remained outside for a bit just to gather his thoughts.

The very idea of the possibility of time travel tugged the back of his mind. After all, surely, he didn’t just dream a fantasy of his own wife and marriage. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be promising for the King of Cordonia to be suffering from such hallucinations. If there were any.

It was real. Even if nobody around him can vouch for it, he was certain. Everything was real.

However, when he finally entered the place, anticipating to see Riley waiting their group just like how it was supposed to be, he paused on his tracks.

The scenario played out differently than before.

“Daniel?” He whispered loud enough that the lad, who if he recalls correctly was Riley’s coworker, could hear. Daniel turned and raised a brow towards Liam, surprised at how he was able to know his name. Which, in due circumstances, sounded suspicious and alarming. Liam clammed his mouth shut but his mind was already in hyper drive. Millions of questions flooded like raging wildfire – and it wasn’t the most ideal set.

“Uh, how can I help you, er, sir...?” Daniel asked just as Maxwell moved to make space for Liam.

It took him quite a bit to process his thoughts but thankfully, he was able to gather himself. “My apologies. I’m with them.” Liam pointed towards their table as Daniel nodded slowly.

“Hey, lots of whiskey, alright?” Drake called in, drawing back Daniel’s attention. The waiter nodded then scrambled to immediately cater the order.

“I suppose a deluxe burger wouldn’t hurt...” Tariq’s disappointed voice said as he laid back against the withered leather couch they were sitting at. Liam gingerly walked over to the empty pace beside Maxwell and sat. Despite the lively chatters of his companions, his mind reeled back to the course of events.

Why was it not Riley who was waiting their table? He was certain that it should’ve been her. After all, how would they meet each other if she was not the one who took care of them? It was the key moment that should happen! Liam clenched his fists in frustration, unable to find answers for his questions.

“Liven up! It’s about damn time you all know how to live like a local.” Drake smirked just as the first round of whiskey were delivered.

Fried food and the faint smoke of something being grilled wafted in the air. Only men stood behind the bar counter.

She was nowhere to be found.

Disappointment and confusion infused in his system due to his inability to correctly follow through the course of events. The men were getting rowdy and they were getting more demanding. When alcohol finally hit his companions’ system and they were starting to loosen up, he stood and excused himself, in the guise of asking about their orders.

He needed to breathe. Without much of a second glance, he went straight towards the door. Liam stepped out to the crisp, chilly night breeze, taking in the glitz and glamour of the city lights before him. But somehow, with no clue to lead him, he felt more alone than when he first came to New York.

It was excruciating, to be feeling both complete helplessness and loneliness in a lively city. Without Riley by his side, with suddenly being thrown into such predicaments, with only so much that he can understand.

Just then, he heard movements from behind, followed by heavy footsteps and a grumbling voice. Alarmed because of his lack of security and in a completely foreign country, he turned to take a look, ready to take action. But to his surprise, it was... completely something else. Or someone.

Liam’s eyes widened in shock that almost knocked his winds out.

The stranger halted, trash dangling midair, mouth in a thin line.

Liam’s heart pounded rabidly against his chest. It was as if everything zoned out around them.

There was nothing else but the faint sounds of footsteps from the street, a few car horns in the distance and the smooth breeze in the air.

“Riley...” Her named rolled off his tongue, the familiarity almost crushing his rib cage. It was a mix of being excited and being afraid. Riley stared back at him with no hint of recognition. At all. As if he was a stranger she never met in her entire life.

Riley seemed to be taken aback but was quick to recover. She settled the garbage down and cautiously inched away from Liam with her brows furrowed in suspicion.

“Who are you?” Her voice drawled. Liam almost choked. He did his very best to maintain a friendly, neutral expression but his resolve slipped almost immediately.

“I...” He began, only to nimbly locate the correct words he needed to use. He paused as he tried to gather himself. But before he could even speak—

“If you try something funny, I won’t hesitate—” She fired with vitality in her voice it almost made his heart do a somersault.

Liam wanted to laugh at his hasty and unplanned actions. Approach the woman who owns you completely as a stranger she never met in her life, just beside a local dumpster. Brilliant.

“My apologies. I...” Thinking of a quick excuse, he blurted out the very first thing that came to mind. “I was wondering if you needed any help?” He immediately regretted it.

Riley snorted in amusement and Liam wanted to mentally smack himself. Riley still has that effect on him. She was always able to surprise him in more ways than possible, which rendered him speechless half of the time. He’s still undeniably in awe.

“Yeah... right. How gentlemanly of you to offer that to a stranger you met at a dumpster.” Riley laughed and proceeded to throw the garbage bags in the bins. When she finished, she turned to meet Liam’s gaze squarely and crossed her arms over her chest. She raised a brow, as if asking him something.

He swallowed and smiled sheepishly. “Charmed to meet you, then?”

“I’m not sure how you know my name but we can talk out in the front if you’d like.” She gave him a half-smile that made her eyes twinkle.

Liam couldn’t suppress a smile of his own while he gently nodded in agreement. He felt giddy all over, as if his spirits were lifted up in the air.

“That sounds like a good plan.” He chimed.

She grinned. He returned the gesture like a lovesick boy.

“Meet me inside.”

“As you wish.”

And as he followed her inside, he momentarily looked at his reflection on the mirrored windows of the bar. He paused in his tracks, almost too tired of the many surprises he’s had.

For there was the very same rectangular-shaped bar just a few inches on top of his head, but somehow, unlike Maxwell’s and Drake’s, his was filled with a quarter of color red.

#playchoices #playchoices fanfic #the royal romance #the royal heir #trr #trh #choices trr #choices trh #king liam #drake walker #maxwell beaumont #liamxmc #riley brooks #trr mc #writings #the royal romance fanfic

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flintsjohn · 6 years ago

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I know fuck all about the us military, us geography, or how pride is organized in america but hey, this @roswellprompts prompt was too good to pass, so just... suspended disbelief, yeah? also slight canon divergence, obviously.

Alex is in the base’s canteen picking at his lunch when the news about Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell being repealed flash on the television. He snaps to attention when an excited yell raises from a corner of the room, and he immediately focuses on the small tv. His breath catches in his lungs and he sits there for the longest of moments, a wave of relief crashing into him full force. He’s only able to stop staring at the tv when someone claps him on the shoulder, and his attention is caught by one of his fellow airmen.

“Manes! You seeing this?” Williams asks with a grin on his face, his excitement spreading quickly to Alex, who still can’t do much more than nod. Technically, nobody knows about him, but in the months he’s been stationed here, he got to know these men, he’s connected with them, and with a few he found a particular link that is only ever there when you’re hiding the same secret – Williams is one of those. They exchange a few more words, and agree to meet again later that night.

When Alex walks into the rec room, it’s to find the rest of their little group all discussing something excitedly, speaking one over the other in their eagerness. He smiles from the door, enjoying the moment, before he moves to sit on the one free chair.

“Oh hey, Manes, you’re here!” Arnold says, clapping him on the back before he starts filling him in, “So we were thinking, Albuquerque Pride is only a few weeks away, and we might be able to get leave for the day, and we can- Are you ok?”

Alex swallows, trying to smile at his friends. “I – You guys want to go to Pride? Together?”

They all shrug at him, like it’s something obvious. Next to him, Williams pipes up, “You’ve never been? Not even before?”

Alex just shakes his head, fidgeting with the zip of his sweatshirt.

“It’s ok if you’re not ready, you know?” Arnold says gently, his hand still on Alex’s back.

“No, I –“ Alex sighs and shakes his head decidedly, “I want to. So, how are we getting there?”

The other men all grin at him when he looks up and Carver, the last guy in their group, claps his hands together. “Road trip!”

Alex still can’t quite believe he’s actually at Pride. He looks around in awe and he’s pretty sure he’s going to be overwhelmed by the sense of freedom he’s feeling before the parade even starts. He can’t do much more than follow his friends through the crowd as they try to find a good spot. They’ve stopped at the entrance of a bar, debating whether to go in to get something to drink before the event, when Alex freezes and turns back towards the crowd. For a moment, he’s sure he’s dreaming. A large part of him agreed to come because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t meet anyone he knew, let alone him.

But no. The longer he stares, the more his mind catches up to the idea that he’s actually looking at Michael Guerin in the flesh, his arm around Isobel Evans’ shoulders as he laughs at something she said. Distantly, he can hear Williams call for him, but all he can focus on is how good Michael looks. He’s in a black tank top and simple Bermudas, a bi pride flag tied around his neck. Next to him, Isobel is wearing the same pride colors on her dress, and isn’t that something?

Williams finally comes up to him to shake him and ask if something is wrong, loudly calling his name, and that’s when Alex and Michael’s eyes lock together. All the air rushes out of Alex’s lungs and then he’s moving on autopilot, crashing into Michael’s open arms with a badly concealed sob, and he knows he’s clinging but he can’t really bring himself to care or stop.

“Alex?” Michael’s whisper is full of confusion, but he hugs him back anyway, giving him time to pull himself back together.

He lets Michael go after a moment, raising his head to meet his eyes, his cheeks coloring. “Hi.”

They stare at each other in awe for a second, and then both Isobel and Alex’s friends are loudly asking for introductions and explanations. Alex shrugs at the look on his friends’ faces and flashes a tiny, private smile at Michael before turning to Isobel.

“Hey, Isobel. I didn’t know you were-“

She waves him off and places her hands on her hips, her eyes flying between him and Michael. “Alex, it’s nice to see you, don’t get me wrong, but- what the hell was that about?”

Alex blushes furiously, suddenly becoming very interested in his own shoes. Next to him, Michael clears his throat. “Iz, remember when we came out to each other?”

“Duh.”

“And I said something about a guy in high school and him being the reason I figured it out-“ Michael leaves the words hanging, and when Alex raises his head again he and Isobel are busy having a conversation with the sole use of their eyebrows. It takes a minute, but then Isobel breathes out a small oh.

Alex smiles sheepishly at her and shrugs. Then, Williams clears his throat pointedly, and he snaps to attention. “Right. Guys, this is Michael and Isobel. We went to high school together. Michael and I were…” he pauses, trying to find the best word, finally settling on a lame, “together. Michael, Isobel, this is John, Matt, and Zack,” he continues, pointing to Williams, Arnold and Carver in turn, “We serve together in the Air Force.”

It’s a surreal experience, to say the least, to watch as his two worlds clash together like these. His ex-almost-never-really-boyfriend and his sister shaking hands with his friends from the military. Alex feels something warm spread through him and it takes him a moment to recognize it as what it truly is – happiness. For the first time in a long, long time he’s actually, genuinely happy.

Isobel immediately starts a conversation with the three airmen, and Alex finds himself gravitating towards Michael again, burying his hands in the pockets of his jeans to prevent himself from reaching out. Turns out, he doesn’t have to worry, because Michael reaches out himself and tugs him close until their foreheads are touching.

“Two years,” he starts, his voice low and raw, “And this is how we meet? You’re full of surprises, Manes.”

Alex smiles, reaching up to cup Michael’s face. “A lot has changed, you know.” The words and the weight of their history together hang heavily between them for a second, before Alex continues, “And we should talk. But… I missed you.”

Alex feels Michael’s breath hitch, and between one breath and the next they’re kissing, like the past two years never happened, like they’re at the UFO Emporium in Roswell again, like they don’t have an audience that immediately make themselves heard.

When they separate, Alex is only vaguely aware of his friends wolf-whistling and cheering for him. His attention is all on Michael and on the huge grin on his face that he’s sure matches his own, even though they’ve both teared up a little. Michael takes a step back, only to clasp Alex’s hand in his and tangle their fingers together. “March with me?”

Instead of replying, Alex reaches up to Michael’s neck, disentangling the knot on the flag so he can wrap it around both of their shoulders, and then promptly grabs Michael’s hand again, his free hand firmly fisted in the flag’s fabric. They fall into step like that when the parade starts, Alex’s friends and Isobel following a few steps behind to give them something resembling privacy. Alex doesn’t let go of Michael’s hand all day.

#roswell nm #rnm fic #malex #malex fic #roswellprompts #idk guys.....idk i just love them and want them to be happy at pride is that too much to ask #you can pry out and proud iz and michael from my cold dead hands thanks #i realize actually finding someone you know in a parade is unrealistic bc i took ages to find my friends but skjdh just go with it #my writing #my ficlets

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tinkdw · 6 years ago

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14x03 watching notes and mini meta

My feelings are summed up with this gif x:

So much good stuff, where to start?! Longer / specific meta’s to a topic are linked and underlined. Okay, let’s dive in :)

- Sam’s beard. This was too good I had to do a quick visual meta on it right after I watched it. Dean really loves scruff on men, has flirted with guys with scruff, literally told Cas he liked his peach fuzz, but on Sam? HELL NO thats my brother! Brilliant, funny, sibling jibing, cute and bi!Dean stuff Bobo, kudos.

- Dean’s repressing his memories and pretending he doesn’t remember just like Hell, a callback to season 4. While he’s got a different Supernatural scar (Michael wound v Cas’ handprint which is another Supernatural forced bond v chosen bond with Cas theme just as Amara was) and all the Dean / Michael parallels going on since season 4/5 pointed it out and Dean in the end bravely went against his duty and destiny to be true to himself instead of the Michael mirror he was supposed to be while now he’s being told/asked again “are you like Michael or are you your own person?” Next up: PROVE IT. Excellent.

- The perfunctory Jack hug v the Cas eye love making wow, I mean I speculated that we wouldn’t get a hug because thematically it made sense not to with the holding back and empty space theme between them so having a Jack hug but not a Cas one was so jarring and supposed to be. It was done so well to show how much deeper the feelings are between Dean and Cas without a hug. Wowzers. Dean is looking at Cas then Jack launches in to hug him which he accepts but then just continues to just keep staring at Cas. Those two can convey more with their eyes than most can do with their whole bodies, it was so intimate and so much while at the same time showing the whole empty space holding back thing we yelled about all of last year after the mirror opposite of Cas being restored to Dean, on top of the romantic music when the scene starts but crescendos like crazy as soon as Cas enters and ends when Dean walks out. Pfffft.

Kaia, Cas and Jack mirrors, Dean’s metaphorical “am I like Michael?” arc and all the rest under the cut.

- Kaia! My anon from last week was right kudos! I’ll admit to having been totally wrong about that link with the scar, this is cool! The symbolism of Michael, epitome of the metaphor of toxic masculinity and Dean’s hang ups being terrified of little queer girl Kaia is just... wowzers. So much symbolism there, meanwhile Dean is literally stuck in the middle being harmed both physically and emotionally by this tug of war. All we need is for Kaia to become textually good, be emancipated, to help Dean defeat Michael (come on, the symbolism of the two of them doing it together? With help from Dean’s family Cas, Sam and even maybe Jack?!) and we’re good to go on a Dean Sublimation Winchester to Dean Emancipation Winchester textual storyline.

*grabby hands*

- Dean’s comment of “I didn’t mean to be a dick” while Jack’s all “everything is my responsibility” which is Dean’s MO makes me FEEL THINGS.

- Dean is throwing himself into the case to avoid his feelings and left Cas behind with ease. IMO, totally metaphorical as well as useful for the plot. Leaving his feelings and things that make him emotional behind? Better leave Cas there then, can’t have Cas and all the feelings that go with him next to him just being Cas when he’s precisely trying to bury his feelings, running away from them. Sam then acknowledging that this is “kinda your thing” is great. Yes Sam.

- Note the different music between Cas and Dean and Sam and Dean’s “moments” >...>

- Jody loving Sams beard lol, I just... love this. Whatever meta wise, it’s gold :p

- SAM AND SERIAL KILLERS!!! Just before we get Dean and horror movies! Showing their different interests! Yasssssss :D :D :D :D :D THIS IS MY ENDING THE TOXIC CODEPENDENCY LETTING THEM BE THEIR OWN PEOPLE JAM!

- Jack was going to leave and now isn’t because he wants to help someone, he is truly a Winchester.

- IT’S MARKED GROSS STUFF. All the headcanons of Dean and Cas doing domestic shit around the bunker. Throw in Sam on occasion too where Sam and Cas both eye roll at Dean’s childish antics with indulgent smiles and you got me one happy headcanoning fangirl. Thanks Bobo :)

- One of my dads! *internal screaming*

- “My mum probably hates me cos I ran away” Sam mirror?! Jack mirror obviously, but hey everyone’s a TFW mirror. Everyone’s a mirror of someone who’s a mirror of someone these days. It’s hard to keep up.

- Dean’s barrelling ahead but Sam has actually done intel, he is the rightful leader here. Dean is an emotional liability. This is gonna rear it’s head.

- Ok but is the necklace clearly not cursed...

- “First love strikes quick and to lose it like that” - I mean!!

A. Great that the GA get the textualisation that it was romantic that we’ve known since the ep aired, but great that it’s clearly canon now not just subtext. Though showing that clearly the subtext they did use (which was ALL DeanCas parallels) was supposed to show a romance story there >....>

B. Sam totally gets losing your first love to a Supernatural being and being set on revenge, throwing yourself into hunting to mask the pain. Jess rearing her head so late in the game is heartbreaking.

C. Insert matching gifs of Kaias death and Cas’s death too (which we paralleled to Sam x Jess and John x Mary at the time). Pffft. Then straight on to taking about Dean. More pffffft.

- Kaia was trying to stab Claire when they first met. Ok we get you want to write Destiel but openly queer Bobo, I love it, keep going.

- Jack losing someone and blaming himself while Cas looks like he is too. Jack is lamenting his powers... really to be a good Cas mirror he needs to find the solution here thanks to his mind and his human, powerless side to show this is just as powerful as having ‘powers’.- Oh look! He does ;) That’s not significant at all. Side eyes.- Cas is so proud :p

- Dean definitely seemed to have a Michael callback moment there. Excellent, I’ll be keeping a tabs in case it continues as per my spec that he will display Michael-esque behaviour over the season for plot and metaphorical reasons.

- Dean “I’m gonna do whatever it takes to defeat Michael” and going Michael on Kaia is an exact mirror of Nick murdering the neighbour in a fit of rage over “I’m gonna so whatever it takes to get revenge for my family”.

- Kaia / Bobo points it out that he’s like Michael okay lol hammer to the face but good that makes it simple :p

- Scared - “you always have been”. Flashback to Dean going nuts at Kaia and calling it what it is. Fear. No brainwashing, just Dean. As I said at the time >...> Of course it was all Dean and this is him too, it’s about how scared he is to be alone, to lose the people he loves, to feel unloved, unwanted, unuseful and all his hangups. This whole thing has been a giant neon sign pointing at Dean’s inner demons since day 1 and Bobo is clarifying for us just as Dabb clarified the Jack-Cas stuff earlier because of course it only makes sense to their character arc if they’re making their own decisions.

- God I love them.

- I’m already expecting stans to be mad that Kaia saved the 3 best hunters. *rolls eyes and moves* on ITS METAPHORICALLY SYMBOLIC and IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT.

- Jody feels like a John callback here about raising hunters and feeling like you’ve already lost before youve started whilst at the same time clearly is Bobo lamenting the loss of Wayward Sisters. Man... clutches heart strings.

- Cas “you made me so proud”. He’s so sweet and kind and argh. Proving that Jack is both hunter and angel. “Let’s go on a hunting trip” and Cas making soup?! End me! where’s the fan art?!!!!!

- Oh dear. Jack... Chekhov’s bloody cough.

- Dean actually opened up within one episode?! Wow. Character growth! He admits he was repressing and it was stupid. He admits he does remember some stuff as a clear mirror opposite to how long it took him to open up in season 4. He felt like he was drowning. Wow the depression metaphor. Now he feels responsible again. Sigh... a whole season of Dean pain. Well, we were prepared, let’s just tighten that seat belt.

- ALL THE HUGS FOR BOBO!!!

#spn 14x03 #dean winchester #sam winchester #cas winchester #jack winchester #destiel #bobo berens #watching notes #tinks meta

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peacefulwriter88 · 6 years ago

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One That Got Away- Chapter 5

Chapter 5: It's a Man’s Man’s World

Universe: Marvel Canon

Rating: M for Mature (Language, Sexual tones eventual)

Previous Chapter

I don’t realize I’ve stolen Steve Rogers jacket until Sunday morning. Its not intentional, not even an afterthought for me. Saturdays are busy in the fall in the my world. There’s college football and the NFL and the World Series and tennis and while my specialty was primarily football and basketball, it was natural for me to follow other things for the blog I ran on the side. Because whether men liked that I was a black women giving them tips on sports, they couldn’t deny that I knew my shit. And I only knew my shit because I spent too much of my free time trending things and doing too much research. I never saw Ellie, she came in late Saturday morning…the sun barely rising while I slept. She was nestled in her room when I ran out and I had spent the day in my office, making use of the leftover lunch from the luncheon the day before and watching all the games on big screens while taking notes on my laptop. By the time I got home, Ellie was still perched in her room and I happily trailed into my own, shutting the door and stripping myself of clothes before falling asleep.

When I wake up the next morning, its from a group text between Ellie and Nel:

N: Bitches. It's been 24 hours since we’ve all been dicked down by an Avenger. Da fuck why haven’t we shared the juicy deets yet?

E: Nel! You don’t expose that stuff over text. Someone can hack it and use it against them

N: Or us

E: Or us!

E: ……but you and Aria might have been the only ones get that Avengers D….

N: Don’t tell me you didn’t get to experience bucky’s winter soldier?

N: What he freeze up on you? :D

E: Hey! No! We just talked! He was a gentleman

N: Not the way he was giving you the eye

E: It wasn’t like that

N: I saw what I saw and what I saw were fuck me eyes. Do you not agree A?

E: Aria! Tell him Bucky isn’t like that

N: You wanna tell me that Steve wasn’t giving A the full dick down with those baby blues of his. Because he was. All night long….

E: Aria! Say something

N: She probably worked all day yesterday after the dick down and is resting.

N: So I propose brunch at 11 at Lulu’s.

N: you in?

E:….ooooo lulu’s! Yep!

N: Perfect. Wake up her highness and I’ll see you bitches in an hour

E: Don’t tell me what to do with my life!

E: ….. see you in a hour ha ha

I laugh, shaking my head. Nel was the fucking worse in the best way. And then it clicks in my head.

“Sam’s gay!?”

I don’t mean to say it out loud the thought that shakes me. Sure there was some mild level bi vibes I got from him but hell I just mistook it as his ability to be strongly empathetic. He worked with veterans.

I didn’t think he was full on gay. I wouldn’t have walked him into Nels arms if I did. Nel was great but the worst kind of heartbreaker.

“Ariadne!”

Ellie’s voice fills the house and I can hear her door squeal open, shut close. She's in my room in two seconds, a spaghetti strap and shorts that mirror my own and she jumps on my queen size bed and squeals,

“Did you fuck Steve Rogers!!??? Please, please, please say you did!”

“Sam’s gay?” I counter back and she falls back on her haunches, looking at me skeptically,

“Yes, that’s old news. I thought you knew that. I thought that’s why you invited the boys to the bar. So Nel had sam, I would have Bucky to leave you to Steve all for yourself…”

I blink my eyes, sitting up and shaking my head,

“Pure, innocent coincidence. I just wanted wing friends.”

She looks at me and laughs,

“What did you think I meant when I said Sam was more Nel’s type.”

“I don’t know.” I shrug and she nods, before looking around my room.

“I know that bomber jacket,” she nods to the blue jacket resting on the back of my desk chair. I look at it, sigh, and throw my head on the back of my headboard. “it belongs to a certain blue eyed soldier. So you did invite him in.”

I can't help the smile that erupts over my face but I shake my head,

“E, do you think that if I honestly fucked Steve Rogers I’d be able to walk to work the next day? Really?”

She thinks about it, furrowing her eyes together then sighs,

“Probably not. All that super serum dick….you’d need at least a day of rest.”

“Exactly. He walked me home.”

She furrow’s her eyebrows together.

“You telling me Nel is the one who walked away with a good dicking down out of the three of us?”

I shrug.

“Looks like.”

“Mother fucker.” She says and I giggle as I lean into her.

“Whatever Ms. ‘ I have Bucky wrapped around my little finger’! I want to hear more about that…”

Ellie is the kind of girl that loves to share details with the people she loved and I was always the first she would spill too. Unless it was something she was unsure about - something she had to feel out herself.

Then she’d keep that shit so close to her heart and it’d be up to me to pry it open with crowbar if necessary.

“Hmmmmm….let's get ready for brunch. Its nearly ten and it's going to take thirty minutes to get down to the island.”

She was stalling, typical Elli style,

“I'm going to get it out of you.” I say and she rolls her eyes, smiling as she moves off my bed.

“Whatever you say Ariadne.”

“The gods blessed the earth when they created the man that is Sam Wilson.”

The café is packed and were smooshed in a corner because New York decided to dip to the low forties and the idea of waiting outside for an hour felt like hell.

Nel is being not tactful at all, speaking loudly as he obnoxiously sips his coffee. Despite the scarf he wears, his neck is littered in dark blue and pepper bruises, a gift I’m sure from Sam.

“You are being ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.” I say, looking up from my phone and he leans down, pushing even closer to me and Ellie.

“I might be ridiculous but I just had the best goddamn 24 hours of my life. So shoot me for wanting the world to know how happy a certain Avenger made me.”

I roll my eyes as I sit up more against the small booth I’m sharing with Ellie. It was pure luck that just when Nel was putting our names in, a couple had gotten up and Ellie and I had rushed to grab the seat. We’d alternate standing with Nel and sitting comfortably – Lucy’s was always packed and having to stand an hour in even fall chilly temperatures made my knees sore.

“This is the happiest I have ever seen you.” Ellie notes from the comfortable place on my shoulder. The tendrils of her hair tickling my exposed neck, and her body warmth was a nice contrast to the cool air that kept creeping into the enclosed space.

“Because I am my happiest,” Nel bats his eye lashes before looking down at Ellie, “So baby doll are you going to lay down some truth about you and Mr. Metal Arm or am I going to have to pull it out of you.”

Ellie narrows her eyes at him before directing her gaze elsewhere.

“Don’t call him that…” she finally says softly and Nel wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“Oh, why? Did Mr. Barnes fuck you so good you’ve forgotten what it's like to laugh outside of your post orgasmic state?”

I can’t help but chuckle as she tries to swat him with her short legs, easily missing Nel who barely moves from the action.

“Stop it Nel! It's not like that with me and him.” her voice is light and I can tell she’s pouting without having to look at her as Nel asks,

“Then what’s it like?”

“It's….different.”

“How is it different?” he presses and she sighs, resting her chin on my shoulders and batting her eyes.

“Make him stop.” She whines and I laugh, nudging her forehead with my own before saying,

“What makes you think he’ll listen to me?”

“He always listens to you.” she pouts and I shrug,

“Well…..maybe I’m curious to hear more about your night with Bucky. You both were exuding some mad vibes the minute he sat down next to you.”

She furrows her eyes together, pouting.

“You’re terrible, you know that, strategically placing yourself in the middle so we were forced to be all close with them and keeping yourself out of arm's reach from Steve. Speaking of, what did happen with you and Steve? I’m not forgetting that his jacket is still lying on your chair, speaking of.”

I roll my eyes as Nel leans down, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“Reallly? That’s an interesting unfolding of events.”

“Oh my god the both of you. Nothing happened. Really. Steve lectured me on taking the subway home alone, like you both do and then walked me home.”

I lean back in the booth, allowing the cold air from the window to counter the blood rising to my cheeks.

“And then…” Nel asks and I sigh, looking down at Ellie.

“You have to give us all the juicy details on Bucky if I go any further.”

“Oh I will!” my body shakes from the enthusiastic way she bobs her head up and down and I sigh as I close my eyes.

“It's nothing really. He walked me up the stairs, I kissed him good night on the cheek. Then he asked me for my number and I gave it to him and he hasn’t called me sense.”

I didn’t want to go into any further detail….I was feeling insecure about it. Normally I wouldn’t care too much about sharing my number with a boy and not hearing back from him but I thought by now I’d have heard something. On the way over, Ellie had been nose deep in her phone, smiling to herself as she texted who I could only assume was Bucky. Nel had spent the weekend with Sam and I was left pining over someone who probably didn’t like me like that.

What a mess.

“It's only been like a little over 24 hours….” Ellie can already sense me falling into myself, how I was placing up walls. For as flirty and outgoing that I could be, I didn’t like the way Steve Grant Rogers made me feel. I was unsure, always second guessing myself. He broke down a lot of fucking walls I’ve spent years mastering putting up.

But in a sick, tormented way I liked it?

“Not to mention its Captain America. He’s like one of the most important Avengers….the big guy. He’s probably just busy saving the world.”

Nel’s voice is light but it verges on the edge of danger, knowing that my mind was already decided as he flickers his eyes over to Ellie.

He hoped for all their sake he was right.

By Tuesday I’m a fucking monster. Between hearing how Ellie had a date with Bucky that night, I wake up in a mean mood, fuming past Ellie in our small shared bathroom and bitching loudly about anything that annoys me. She ignores me, dutiful friend that she is, allowing me to bitch about how cold the water is, sigh exaggeratedly when my charcoal eyeliner breaks against my eye. She’s known me long enough to know how to navigate past a bad mood and her guilt filled irises just fuel my anger.

Stupid fucking Captain America.

Everyone I encounter from my trek to my work is a victim to raging eyes that silently read “go fuck yourself in a dark corner and die”. I nearly lose my shit when a guy spills my $2 coffee on my silk, white blouse and gives an empathetic eye.

Work is too far away.

And probably not the brightest idea in my current state.

The only women on the floor consist of me, the main secretary and three other journalist. There were graphic designers and other behind the scenes staff that were heavier with a female staff, but the main and consistent writers were only full of five fucking women.

The 21st century hadn’t shifted shit.

Its enough though, women who know when you’re in a bad mood and instead of digging into why have enough social cues to leave you the fuck alone. Tiffany, the secretary offers me a dress she keeps around and that she’d dry clean my shirt on the company dime which only threatens me to cry. Almost.

Instead I say thank you, change into the deep V-neck dress, ignoring the fact that it was most definitely designed as a party dress and throw my blazer over it, hoping that my hair covers enough of my cleavage.

By the time I walk into my first meeting, I’m a little better.

Just a bit.

I have to deal with Tod, a mediocre writer who has strings in the right places checking out my boobs every few minutes. Have to tolerate Jeff, an alright guy with a gift for talent but no social cues from showing me his weekend plans. He had managed to get some woman to date him, awkward ass Jeff – imagine the fuck that – and I pretend to smile and be amused by his story. Stefanie who is sitting across from me can sense my annoyance and throws me a sympathetic glance. I had already texted her my annoyances with the world omitting the Steve Rogers part and she was sympathetic to my struggles.

I almost make it through my meeting.

Almost.

That’s before my boss speeds up a deadline for two articles I haven’t even been able to start because it’s then I’m giving the task of covering some shit Mediocre Tod couldn’t handle. Fuck his rich daddy and his quiet donations to our company. It was killing me.

I’m on the verge of losing my shit by the time that I walk to my office, tempted between finally giving into my angry, frustrated tears or just destroying my office until I felt satisfied before I hear my phone ring.

Internal - great. Probably someone I didn’t want to deal with.

“Whaaaaaattt.” I don’t mean to sound annoyed and clipped but I had so much fucking work to do and on top of it all I forgot to eat breakfast and it was just a little past lunch. I was adding that to my list of annoyances for the day.

“You have a visitor Ms. Bellamy.”

Tiffany’s voice is soft and cracks, it's different. Unlike the young blonde.

“Ok. What do you want me to do about it?”

There’s a pause. Tiffany had worked for my office for a while, so she knew that on bad days my attitude wasn’t anything new. The pause makes me wonder what was up.

“Umm, maybe…come to meet him? Or I can bring him to you?”

“That option. Tell him he has 5 minutes.”

I hang up and sigh, straightening up. My office had a single window, so there was transparency among young journalist and more experienced writers. Though I was in a corner unit and had a nice space that offered privacy if I need to quick change into an outfit and was too lazy to move to bathroom, it also meant that I couldn’t see who was coming toward me. I open my laptop, connecting it to my desktop screen as I begin outline the two different articles I need to complete. Find a good jazz station and take a deep breath.

I could pretend to be pleasant for five minutes

I so caught in breathing exercises I almost miss the light knock on the door.

“Ms. Bellamy,” Tiffany’s voice is soft as I flicker my eyes over to the door. “You’re guest is here with lunch.”

I’m five seconds from cussing out whatever new football player thought it would be cute to waltz himself into my office when my heart stops.

There is no one other than mother fucking Steve Rogers moving into my office.

Steve had a long weekend. The kind where he was out of the country fighting international bad guys for over 72 hours kind of weekend. It was supposed to be a small intel unit – him, Rhodey, Natasha. Quick and sweet and he’d be back in his bed as fast as he got out of it.

Of course it was a fucking trap.

It had worked out, in the end. They got the information that they needed, had a few individuals in custody. There was no major damage done to any cities and best of all, no need to call for backup. It was a lot of people’s weekend off – if there was such a thing for protectors of the world – and he wanted to keep that up. No one in the Tower, himself included, understood boundaries and pushed themselves to hard. Invincible or powerful or sleathy or not, at the core they were all beings and beings had basic needs to survive.

So they rotated and while the burden had been heavier for him – taking too many gun shots that would bruise him underneath his suit and a few fractured ribs, he had come back in one piece Monday morning.

The instant he left the infirmary he had fallen on his bed and didn’t emerge from the deep slumber he was in until Tuesday morning.

Which was why he hadn’t thought about calling you.

He compartmentalized things. It was the only way to survive the type of things he saw, the emotional burden he placed on himself. He created distance and boundaries for himself and his personal life – his personal needs were the last of his areas he paid attention to. It's not until he’s dragging himself into the kitchen, making a pot of coffee that he feels pain against his head.

He turns quickly and isn’t surprised to see Bucky moving past him, shaking his head.

“You fucking idiot.” He mutters to him and Steve frowns, rubbing his head and returning to his coffee.

“What I do now?”

“You didn’t call Ariadne is what.”

Son of a bitch. Steve’s eyes pop over to Bucky who smirks, shaking his head as he leans against the counter.

“You didn’t call her and now she thinks you don’t like her. And is in a mood and that’s making Ellie nervous to meet up for drinks tonight.”

“What does that have to do with Ariadne? She wouldn’t tell her to stay home.”

“True,” Bucky nods. “But Ellie feels terrible her friend is getting ghosted by Captain America so you know, female comradery. Which is fair for their friendship but sucks for the possibility of my relationship. So your idiocy is fucking up my life.”

Steve sighs leaning against the counter.

“I didn’t mean to forget to call her. I just went out on mission and-”

“And don’t have a fucking smart phone or sense to get texting on that prehistoric machine to let her know,” Bucky cuts him off. “C’mon Steve, I know you well enough to know that’s a poor excuse. What do you think she is going to think?”

Steve sighs, returning to the coffee pot.

“I didn’t want to mess this up. I really want to get to know her. I…I…”

“I know,” Bucky finishes, pushing off the counter. “So I did a little favor. Asked Ellie where Ariadne worked. Asked if she would mind sharing the address so my dear friend Steve could go and make amends with lunch.”

He walks past Steve, placing a piece of paper beside him.

“Figure out your fucking life and stop forcing me to continue to clean up your mess. And stop being such a pussy when it comes to women you like – that’s how you lose all the good ones.”

Bucky shakes his head and Steve can’t help but give a side, grateful smile. Bucky could be a pain in the ass but he knew how to pull through when he really needed it.

It’s a little past 12:30 when he’s walking through the glass doors of ESPN. He opted for burgers and fries from an upscale restaurant Tony had recommended once because you just seemed like the kind of woman who wasn’t insecure enough to eat a good meal in front of him. He had also grabbed a bouquet of flowers for you – white roses laced with a fancy form of purple orchid that made him insecure when he stepped out of the elevator from the looks he was receiving. Maybe they were too fancy, possibly, but he didn’t know what type of flowers you liked – if you were even a flower girl – and really wanted to make up for the delay in responding back to you. The more he thought about it, the shittier it felt to share a special moment with you and go silent for days.

He didn’t mean to “ghost” you as Bucky had kindly put it.

What he didn’t expect when you looked up from your monitor, thick black glasses falling down the bridge of your nose was the overwhelming feeling of lust mixed with relief to fill him. He hadn’t thought he missed you, not really, but seeing you gives him a weird feeling of peace.

There’s that and the ridiculous cut of the blue dress you wear as you look him up and down before sighing and returning your eyes back to the screen.

“Thanks Tiffany. That’ll be all for now.”

He’d forgotten about the young blonde giving him goo-goo eyes and she flickers back from you to him one last time before stepping out the room, closing the door behind her.

“Surprised you even remembered my name to find out where I worked.”

There’s a dryness to your tone, your shoulders are tense as you keep your eyes on your monitor.

Yea – you were definitely pissed.

“I’m an idiot.”

He doesn’t know what else to say as you stop moving your fingers for a second and he takes it as his cue to continue, “I had a mission and…this sounds stupid even saying it out loud but I don’t have text and I didn't think to call and leave a message and I sort of...missions I just am in a different mind space. I got back in yesterday and slept and didn’t realize that I had been stupid until then so I thought I’d bring you lunch and flowers. And if that’s too much…I’ll leave. You deserve better than what I put you through.”

He sees you sigh, closing your eyes and taking intentional breaths before waving to the chair across from you,

“Sounds fair.”

Its awkward, the first fifteen minutes. You could even give Peggy a run for her money with your ability to not act impressed by the small notions of apology he’s created. But after a few bites into your burger he senses you relaxing, easing into yourself. You don’t pester him about what his mission was like, not like most people who normally are dying to hear about it, instead you ask him what interested him in art. How he was able to refine his skill. In return he asks about how you’ve fallen into journalism, how you ended up at ESPN as a journalist. You speak passionately about your journey, your eyes lighting up and it's only when the both of you are down to your fries that you give a sigh. Not like the one before.

“I really do need to get back to work. I have two deadlines my boss threw at me this morning and no fucking time to get it done.”

You’re voice is full of regret as you lean back in your chair, your eyes hooded as you swivel your chair back and forth. He nods, smiling as he falls back in his own seat, watching you curiously.

“That’s a shame. I was thinking I was finally getting to the part where I redeem myself.”

You smile, amused but you don’t say anything.

Just watch him carefully.

“I’d like to see you again,” he’s careful with his next words, hunching over and staring at the table. “I know…I didn’t set the best track record the first time. Normally I’m a bit better at this…well not dating.. ahh, I don’t really date a lot but you know, getting to know a woman…”

He sounded like the world's biggest idiot. One hundred years old and still tripping over his words.

He flickers his eyes up at you and you’re still watching curiously. He continues,

“But I do learn from my mistakes. And I really….want to get to know you. You are…I like spending time with you. Could I take you out maybe this Friday? Its my weekend off so I promise I won’t be an idiot and accidently blow you off.”

His voice is hopeful as he looks up at you and you give a lazy grin, pushing your chair back to your laptop and resuming your typing,

“Friday’s can be hard. Sometimes I work, sometimes I don’t. They’re games you know, and basketball is starting up and the Yankees by some miracle are in the semi-finals. So I’ll probably be going to that,” he got it. He fucked up. It was nice, his gesture, but it wasn’t enough. He was about to get up and apologize for wasting your time before you nod your head thoughtfully, looking over at him, “I normally drag Ellie to these things but she hates it and only goes for the free seats and free booze. And selfie opportunities. But I have nice box seats for the game this Friday – want to be my plus one?”

He wants to tell you he’d jump off skyscrapers to be your plus one for the next decade of Yankee games. Instead he gives a coy smile and nods,

“Yea – that sounds fun.”

“Great!” You say as you return your eyes back to your screen. “I’ll call you and tell you the details but I’ll probably meet you there. I’ll be working from home that day and typically have to run here before heading to games so it’ll just be easier.”

“Sure, whatever works best for you.” he gets up and hesitates, wondering if he should ask to hug you, or just let himself out. When you don’t move your eyes from the screen he takes it as his cue and leaves. He’d won a second date, he wouldn't be pushy about the details.

“Oh, let me walk you out. Sorry, my boss emailed me and I have a bad habit of going into tunnel vision when my interest is peaked.”

You stand up, shifting your dress, brushing crumbs off your bosom before smiling and walking toward him.

“By the way, who do I have to thank for sending over the courier lunch service?”

You move past him with a confident ease, opening your door and strolling out into the office. He’d forgotten how most of the workers had quieted with his appearance and they all fumble back into position as he catches up with you easily.

“I can’t tell you.”

You smile, shaking your head.

“Ah. Ellie.”

He furrows his eyebrows together as you look over at him,

“Nel would have no shame letting Sam know I was in a mood from you ghosting me.”

He smiles as you both make it to the elevator, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

“Well are you? Still upset?” he wants it to come off teasing but he knows the worry drips off each word, can’t help but default to bad habits when he was around someone that impressed him. You look up at the ceiling, thinking through it before smiling and shrugging,

“Depends on how impressed I am by your baseball knowledge.

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tofadavidson · 6 years ago

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Hello there,

Am I the only one that as that crazy self-made canon about the core 3 serpents ?

Like all you know about Tony is that she's gay and a serpent but I imagine her having to live with her uncle after her father kicked her out.

-She loves to take care of him and loves it, even more, when he is grumpy about it because she knows that deep down he loves to have her taking care of him.

-They love to play cards, they bet with popcorn or evening TV program but when the game starts it's really intense.

"Your bluffing," he tells her with squinted eyes, trying himself to bluff and make her break.

"Am I now ?" she answers with a smirk.

-Toni, even if she's pictured as a simple 'badass serpent', often have doubts about her future and often throw some if her pictures in the bin even if she worked on them for hours prior. Only her grandfather can reasure her.

-He often calls her by her old nickname and Toni then cringe deeply remembering the backstory of this nickname.

"Stop calling me that !"

" [embarrassing nickname] " he says giggling.

"Huughh."

-Her grandfather often breaking electric stuff without meaning to and trying to play it off cool.

"Baba, why is the toaster not toasting my toast ?"

"No idea."

"Baba, why is the computer screen broken ?"

"I don't know."

"...you got a screamer in the e-mail once again ?"

"...maybe."

"Damnit sweet pea !"

-Tony often try to spook her grandfather but he always wins, he once made her believe he had a heart attack after one of her jokes and she was the one that almost got one.

Now onto Fangs...😧

He is only known to probably be bi and serpents but just imagine him having a rather large family.

-Fangs have 2 brothers and 1 sister and he would die for them. He have both of his parents and the are married, love each others ect...

-He is not joining the serpents for some dark reason, he is joining them because he wants to be like his mother who was once a serpent before retiring and take care of her family.

-Getting home with a serpent jacket and a bruised face isn't the best idea tho.

-He got to the living room with a smile but the second he heard a glass break he knew he was as good as dead.

"Oh boy." his young brother says as he is hurried to his bedroom by his father.

-The rest of his memory from this night is him, in a corner of the kitchen, trying to stay as far away from his mother who points a frying pan at him and insults him in every language she knows while his father tries to hold her from beating his little boy.

-His little sister often help him with homework, he sometimes feel ashamed for it but he quickly remembers that his sister is a genius and let her help him while he smiles at her intelligence.

-Before he is a serpent and 'feared' for is jacket he tries to defend his littlest brother against a bully, but the said bully also call his own brother who is at least twice the person fangs is.

"My son is an idiot." his mother would say as fangs try to eat with a busted lip.

"Your son is a brave men." he awnser driking his soda from a straw."

"A brave idiot indeed."

-He try to trick his parents often.

"Mom, can I have 20 bucks for the cinema ?"

"Ask your father."

"Dad, can I have 20 bucks for the cinema, mom say I could but she don't have any more cash on her."

"I never said that !" his mothers voice is heard across the house.

"How did she even hear me ?"

-He always take the blame for his siblings.

"Who stole from the cookies ?!"

"I-it's me mom i wanted a snack."

"Who ate the cake i was saving for dinner ?"

"It's me." he answer.

"Oh really, so why do you have a clean face and your sister have half the cake on her cheeks." he turns around to his little sister with brown cheeks who wear a blank face trying to say 'i didn't do anything'.

-And not only for his siblings...

"Who stole money from the swear jar ?!" fangs look up from his homework to his father on the couch, who's eyes get as big as a sausage.

"You take the blame and you get half of it." his father tries to bargain. Fangs look from his father to the hallway where his mother is and sigh, standing up and almost dragging himself toward the hallway.

"You're a good son." fangs hear his father whisper.

Now sweet pea. He is only known to be...Sweet pea.

Now I'm a 100% sure that sweet pea doesn't have a father seeing as how he admires FP. But i'm not sure about his mother.

I imagine sweet pea having for sure a grandma (i don't know why)

-She would be quite strict with politeness, maybe some Asian genes from his grandmother.

-Sweetpea getting home through the rain. As he shakes his head to get the rain out if his hair.

"Shoes off !"

"One minute grandma I just arrived." he would answer.

-Sweet peas' grandma have a cane to walk and often give him little swats to his legs to get him to behave. But she would NEVER hit him hard.

"Boy I said get those shoes off !" she says as she swats his calf. She would not stop until he does what he is suppose to do.

"Shoes off, shoes off."

"Ouch, ouch stop grandma I'm doing it okay !"

-They are far from rich but they don't really care.

-Sweet peas' grandma sell a lot of handmade things on the internet and sweet pea help her alot with it.

-From a young age, the woman noticed that her grandson was a very troubled child. Sweet pea doesn't control his anger and so she would pass all her time trying to find an activity for him to do.

-At the beginning it's obvious that boxing or any fight sport is the solution but with a run short on money they sadly can't get him that.

-Sweet peas' grandmother than discover that sweet peas' weak spot is his creativity. He then helps her with her handmade business. Of course, it isn't as effective as a physical effort that tires him in no time but it helps him gain control over himself.

-When he comes home one night with a bloody face and a serpent jacket she doesn't even get mad at him, he often talked about the fact that he wanted to be a serpent. She does treat his wounds and once or twice let herself press a bit too tightly on his cheeks to let him know she still didn't approve the decision.

"Are you mad ?" he ask with teary eyes. He don't care about the bruises he just want to know what SHE think of him.

"No, I'm just glad your alive and with me."

-She did try to get to the wyrm to kick some asses.

-When she gets sick, sweet pea freak out and don't let her leave the bed. They also bicher like brother and sister.

"Get back to bed." sweet pea jump up from the couch and turn her grandmother around to her bedroom.

"No, I'm hungry."

"Then I'll get you food but you stay in bed."

"No !"

"Yes !"

"No, I do what I want I'm legal and this is my house." she protest.

"Yeah, yeah, come on rebel let's get you to bed."

"Boy, do you want me to get my cane ?!"

"Like you could hit me in your state." he snicker.

She then hit him behind the head.

"Ouch, grandma !"

-And lastly, his grandma would realize her grandson has a huge heart everytime he would bring home a stray animal.

"You're a good person." she would tell him as he dry off a puppie he found. He smile at her like he would never to anyone else.

"But get this mud off of my couch if you want to live."

"Grandma !"

What ?

You tell me we are just gonna have another season of boring core 4 ?!

Oh...okay *sniff*

#riverdale #jughead jones #sweet pea #sweet pea imagines #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #fangz forgaty imagines #southside serpents #toni imagine #toni topaz imagines #anti varchie #anti bughead #just anti ship at this point #fp jones

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janiedean · 6 years ago

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Hi Janie! So, I admit to a bit of ignorance pertaining the whole “anti”-debacle. I’ve seen anti and anti-anti posts that say the same thing, sometimes it’s about morally offensive things, sometimes about completely unrelated stuff and I can’t make heads nor tails of it, especially since there isn’t really a wealth of actual information? Just rants... *sigh* If it’s possible, do you think you could explain what the problem is? (Does that need to be in plural?) and the „sides“? Thank you! ❤️

anon you asked the question of the century I’m afraid X°D THAT SAID let’s... see if I can make this understandable.

so: the anti debate is... pretty much tied to the whole ‘politics in fandom discourse’ and you can’t separate the two of them sadly. of course I come from the not anti side of fandom so what do I know. anyway, premise:

what happened is that in the last two/three years, whether we liked it or not, the debate in fandom has moved from ‘my ship is better than yours’ to ‘my ship is better than yours because it’s more progressive/woke’, which has gone hand in hand with the political fandom views of any media product, ie ‘you can’t watch that because it lacks representation’ or ‘that show is crap because it’s not woke enough or doesn’t treat that topic well’ and so on, and with a tendency to think that if you ship anything you want it to be canon because it only is worth anything if it becomes such (which imo is bullshit but never mind);

this has moved on to also judging people based on their ships, as in: ‘ship X is wrong because it’s problematic for X reason therefore if you ship it you support X irl and you’re problematic and you need to be stopped’. such as ‘thor/loki is wrong because it’s incest so if you ship thor/loki you’re okay with incest irl and you want to bang your siblings if you have any’, which is a ridiculous notion but this goes also hand in hand with the fact that people have suddenly decided to trash all the psychology that confirmed how violent videogames don’t influence reality and now think that liking something problematic influences you irl because they don’t grasp the difference between fandom and mass-media consumption of a mass-media product;

they also don’t grasp the concept of catharsis through media nor of the really basic concept that most normal people who see themselves in fiction don’t take the entire package but relate to specific things;

keeping THAT in mind:

the whole ‘anti’ thing, as ‘people being opposed to a ship or a trend’ is basically people saying that you cannot ship a thing or be into a problematic character or kink because it says something about you and not about your fictional preferences and actively go around being assholes to people who ship the thing while at the same time gatekeeping/policing their own ships which are of course Purer Than The Others and bringing politics into it, too;

this also goes with a frankly problematic (AND I’M USING THE WORD NON-IRONICALLY) attitude that those people have of equating age gaps with pedophilia always and considering children people older than thirteen/fourteen, which automatically makes them think of people who ship age gaps even in between adults pedophiles (I kid you not a friend who’s over thirty in a rship with a person fifteen years older got told that their rship was pedophilia because their partner was an adult when they were a child at some point in their lives. I mean, IMAGINE THAT.);

to give the to-go example these days because it’s sadly the worst: sw sequel trilogy fandom. rey/kylo has been targeted by antis as the to-go Most Problematic Ship because in order:a) enemies to lovers as a trope which is of course abusive if the good side is a woman (more on that later) b) both are white (so it’s racist to not ship her with the non-white people in the light side *roll eyes*)c) they have a ten years age gap (so it’s pedophilia even if rey’s of age and she kicked his ass more than once)d) he’s not technically good looking so it sets people’s worst instincts offe) these people don’t buy into the fact that people can be redeemed so they decided he’s absolutely Not Redeemable and so onf) it’s an m/f couplenow, rey/lo is admittedly a fairly tame ship as far as problematic goes - it’s honestly your typical enemies to friends to lovers trope that’s been in media since the beginning of time, but according to these ppl it’s The Worst and if you dare being into it you must be a pedophile, racist, misogynist (or internalized misogynist), straight person (because of course only straight ppl ship m/f) - and yes, being straight is a problem but more on that later. but since you can ship her with finn (black) or you could ship finn and poe (black and latino actors) if you’re not into either you’re problematic. too bad that if you ship finn and poe (WHICH I DO) these days it’s... let’s just say I’ve seen a list of ‘problematic f/p writers’ where the reasons for the PROBLEMATIC was that they took a fluff ship and wrote it dubcon. oKAY. also pre tlj fandom was full of block lists for r/eylo shippers where you’d get the name plus ALL REASONS WHY THEY HAD TO BE HARASSED OUT OF FANDOM which you will imagine does not sit well with me since that’s... like... the most fascist thing you could do (NO REALLY BAN LISTS OF PERSONE NON GRATAE WITH REASONS WHY THEY WERE IS A THING THAT HAPPENS IN DICTATORSHIPS AND SOCIETY WHERE EVERYTHING IS CENSORED LIKE BANNED BOOKS) in this circumstance, but hey, if you’re anti-reylo and you’re doing the above you’re just doing the work of the lord because you’re saving people from the Horrible Problematic Ship, and meanwhile I don’t want anything to do with a fandom where people do block lists for how you write your fanfic IN GENERAL. like, concrit is more than welcome but lists? please don’t fucking kid me;

I used r/eylo as an example because it’s the epitome of what anti-shipping ends at, but there’s also sh/eith from voltron which is two guys, with a seven years age gap but both are adults now and were older than 15 when they met, who have the sweetest less problematic relationship ever and people who ship.. the other rival ship decided that it’s pedophilia, SUPPORTS INCEST on the grounds of one of the two tell the other ‘you’re like a brother to me’ SERIOUSLY and that it’s abusive and by shipping it you’re a pedophile. k;

also, this entire thing ties with the fact that these people seem to think that having sex when older than fourteen is somehow bad, which means that if you write someone under the age of 18 (and sometimes NOT EVEN THAT see voltron above) you’re automatically a *pedophile* even if teenagers aren’t children and fictional characters are fictional and never hurt anyone, and that goes hand in hand with the fact that these people seem to largely be against kink;

specifically: ‘bdsm is abusive’ (???), ‘you can’t be a feminist if you like kink’ (OKAY???), ‘if you read/write noncon fanfic you have a problem and you’re terrible’ etc, with a specific subset being against specific kinks that play on a certain angle ie daddy kink and so on which are PEDOPHILIA now, which is again an extremely puritanical way to see the world, not progressive;

at this point we have a situation where a bunch of *antis* specifically target people who are into *problematic* things whether it’s ships, characters, kinks and so on and are going like THINK OF THE CHILDREN half of the time. the children being them, of course.

at this point we have the other discourse we need to have ie about the age and sexuality of the people involved in fandom and why it matters:

now: a lot of fandom is made up of women. it’s statistics. a significant statistical part of the old guard (25+-30+ people ie my generation plus the previous 40+ older generation) is cis women (who can be straight or bi but are attracted to men) who went into fandom writing m/m slash. a significant part of this group is into either problematic ships or kink and such on. but in our understanding of fandom, the key terms were ship and let ship + your kink is not my kink + don’t like don’t read. as in: outside your usual MY SHIP IS BETTER THAN YOURS wank was generally understood that people liked things different than yours and that you had no business being an ass over it, and back in the day warnings were at the beginning - when I went into fandom warnings were not a thing. now there’s warnings everywhere which is GOOD and guess why ao3 was made by... the old guard/old fans, which of course are not very pleased with being told they’re pedophiles or perverts for shipping a thing or, *drum rolls*, that they fetishize gay men by shipping m/m or writing m/m porn, and are fairly vocal about it;

on the other side, this new wave of younger fans who thinks is progressive along with older fans who are assholes/most likely grooming the youngers (because this anti shipping thing is seriously cult-like at this point) calling the old generation all the stuff above and pushing the idea that they want ‘old straight ciswomen out of fandom’ because ‘they have gross ideas and THEY DON’T WANT TO READ OUR GROSS FIC’ and such things. we can also talk for ten years about how the new wave has decided that straight = insult but again, tumblr politics. all goes hand in hand;

so basically the sides are ‘younger fans who thinks they are progressive but are actually being puritan af’ vs ‘older fans who want to do their damned thing’ with some people obviously crossing into the others’s territory;

(and mind that not counting SW, most of the anti drama happens in fandoms for... animated cartoons and the likes - vo/ltron, ste/ven universe and so on, which says a lot about the age discourse, but nvm that);

now, the problem is that by telling some woman older than you that she can’t safely explore her sexual fantasies/kinks in fiction about fake characters you’re basically doing the same thing as policing women’s sexual fantasies that has been going on since the dawn of time, so it’s actually hella misogynist, and the fact that it goes with people saying that you can’t be a feminist who likes kink and that kink is abuse/misogynist... is still policing women’s sexualities, irl and fictionally, and that’s what they’re doing at the end of it;

on top of that, they’re also policing what non-straight, non-female fans who ship problematic stuff do and most of all, there’s the shipping to cope bush of thorns.

about shipping to cope:

now, this entire system had to, at some point, deal with the very true fact that a lot of people who are into problematic stuff/kinks/noncon (not all of them of course) engage with that material to work out their issues - a lot of the time it’s abuse victims writing it to elaborate on their abuse and take control of it and so on and usually... a lot of them aren’t even straight (honestly, almost everyone I know who ships th/ramsay ie noncon torture ship that I personally don’t like myself is... not straight, and a lot of them do ship to cope) and telling them you cannot handle your recovery with whichever system they see fit is... RUDE at best. which is why there’s antis who are like ‘shipping to cope is fine but JUST IF IT’S TO COPE’ which means that in order to be given the green light you have to out yourself and tell people you were abused and other antis who are like ‘SHIPPING TO COPE IS WRONG BECAUSE YOU JUST MAKE IT WORSE’ which is... not a thing that happens to everyone and actually every psychologist worth their salt in the world disagrees (or better: for some people it’s bad to do but for others it’s cathartic, and the latter shouldn’t be not able to do it because the former can’t blacklist or because kids on the internet decided that shipping to cope is bad);

so a lot of antis are actually crossing into the territory of wanting to police how people handle their own experience of abuse (honestly once someone told a friend who explained them from a professional pov the valid of problematic/violent art as a cathartic, healthy way to deal with you shit, and who told them that they were an abuse victim who dealt with it in different ways, to GO ON GOOGLE AND LOOK UP HOW IT WORKS and that person knew shit about it period just to say one) and telling people they can’t process their abuse in THAT way but just in THIS way, feeding into the idea that there’s a right way to process abuse and a wrong way to react to it which in turns becomes good victim vs bad victim;

(and then you wonder why they hate kylo ren... who’s a Bad Victim under the definition of the word but hey whatever)

and this is all thrown under the rug of ‘we need to police problematic attitudes in fandoms’ which is 100% bullshit because if you run into someone specifically problematic you should explain them on a one-on-one basis, not do the witch hunt, and you should never presume to police how people handle their own shit, never mind that 90% of the time the so-called problematic material is consumed by a small percentage of people and you can choose to like, not read it;

and by the way, 90% of the actually problematic fandom trends don’t get called out because it wouldn’t be progressive (I can talk for ages about how it’s really worrying that ppl headcanon characters as X following stereotypes that are actually hurtful for the category in question but since the hc = a minority then it’s always okay) but that’s an entire other problem;

tldr: the anti side, as much as they want to think they’re not doing it, are actively policing the content that other people put online based on supposed ‘moral’ standards which 90% of the time aren’t even true (a 16yo in a relationship with a 20yo is NOT pedophilia period) and even going as far as ‘I’ll press charges to the FBI because X wrote underage fic’ when according to the US law if it’s fictional characters it doesn’t count as such and it only does if real recognizable minors are involved (and in that case it shouldn’t be happening in the first place) and those people might be whoever, and for all they support feminism they also end up being incredibly misogynist.

or, just because I like to use my own experiences as an example: this year I had the horrid idea of replying to a post made obviously by anti people where I told them that straight women writing m/m ie what they’re attracted to of course have more in common with a guy into guys in that sense and not with a lesbian since they’re not attracted to women and that writing m/m wasn’t inherently fetishizing shit. since then I’ve had people:

informing me I MUST have internalized homophobia

assuming shit about my sex life that wasn’t even true including which positions I like in bed (because of course straight women only identify with the gay bottom so they’re capitalizing off that experience when some of us don’t)

assuming I was disgusted at the idea of writing lesbian sex (false, I wrote it when I was in the mood)

informing me that writing fanfic about canonical m/m characters wasn’t activism and I shouldn’t presume I was one for that (I never said I considered it such) but at the same time these people think reporting incest fic to ao3 is... activism, but nvm that

telling me that I was a sad old bitch who needed to find a husband and grow up (I MEAN NOT EVEN IN THE FIFTIES) (I’m 29 btw hardly old) because it was the only way my life could have had sense

informing me that of course I was that horrible since I’m italian and all italians beat their wives (NOT XENOPHOBIC AT ALL)

accusing me of writing torture porn with gay characters to get off (never wrote torture porn once in my life, not with gay characters nor any character)

(most ppl I know into torture porn aren’t straight btw)

telling me that I didn’t understand my own attraction to men

assuming that my parents must have thrown me out of the house at some point, that I had no friends and that I never got laid

and in another occasion I got sent fanart of a ship that I said upset me because I had the gall to tell people to leave the shippers alone but hey what do I know

and a bunch of other stuff I won’t bother you with but that to me sounds hella misogynist (I mean, GO BACK TO THE KITCHEN AND FIND A HUSBAND, srsly?). spoilers: I never write noncon, I’m into a few kinks but most are literally harmless, the wildest thing I’m into writing is... 100% consensual d/s sex, the most problematic thing I’m into is thor/loki and I hadn’t shipped it until I realized that... it was cathartic (ps: no, I don’t think irl incest is okay as a general thing) and for the rest I’m famous for... being the person who almost never kills people in fandom X°D I mean, I got that shit and I laughed about it, but what if they sent it to an abuse victim or someone who actually got kicked out of the house? who knows, but sure af they only seem to care about victims when it’s convenient to them and when the victims agree. *shrug* but the above is absolutely okay if you tell that to a straight cis woman who doesn’t particularly feel like writing f/f sex (which is ANOTHER plot point but never mind that I can’t possibly go into how tumblr has decided that f/f relationships without sex are the Thing Everyone Should Aspire To and everything else is a problem including lesbians having kinky sex). anyway, that was all antis. heck, a round of the shit above was started because an anti-ship blog found an oldass ask related to that wank, so.

tldr: the point is that we’re always talking about the same old dumb fandom war ie my ship is better than yours and my fave is better than yours, but now the arguments aren’t just about ships, are about which one is most moral or pure or non-problematic and if you dare being into anything else for your own reasons in your own life (I forgot friends who’ve been told they abuse their partners because they’re into kink, WHAT A DAY) when the *else* is fictional (ie doesn’t exist) and you don’t even do the thing irl or would want to but just want to explore it fictionally, then you are that problematic thing and so *you* are problematic and guess what, there’s a nice witch hunt starting and -

ops.

HOW SURPRISED I AM.

I mean, it’s 90% wanting to censor people and all of that time it’s useless that they dress it as ‘FIGHTING PEDOPHILES’ because thing is, now that everyone rolls their eyes at it because you think ‘right, real pedophiles or people who ship the wrong voltron ship,’ actual pedophiles have free reign and actually whenever I see a post to report a real one it has very little notes in comparison to OMG REY/LO IS PROBLEMATIC and stuff, and the one time I got linked one I checked because I didn’t trust tumblr and let me tell you I wish I didn’t. anti shipping or being anti kink is just... 90% wanting to be puritans without knowing that you’re a puritan and you’re still policing women’s sexualities and abuse victims’s reactions and you’re not helping anyone.

and you sound like those soccer moms from the 90s who thought playing tekken made their kids violent or that marilyn manson’s music caused the columbine shootings which is a thing that has been disproved since two weeks after it happened. and these people have no idea that media influences you to the point you let it and that fiction is not reality. *shrug* and that was my offer to this contribution, I know I’ll get roasted at this point but I’m beyond giving two fucks at this point. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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