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purplefangirl42 · 8 months

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Hey!! I saw you’re looking for requests, specifically Star Wars ones, so I was wondering if you might be willing to do something fluffy and romantic for Tech and a male reader as his love interest? I think generally a “shared interest in science and time together on missions eventually leads to love” type theme would be really cute, but of course there’s no pressure to do this if you don’t want to!🥰

Thanks for the request Jackie! I'm so sorry this took so long to get done, and thank you for being so understanding and working with my changes. I hope you enjoy it! 💜

Thank you to @beating-a-dead-plot for beta-reading this for me! Divider from @djarrex

Tags: Parts Shop Worker Reader, Family Dynamics, Fluff

The sound of the bell rang through the room, indicating that someone had entered the shop. Wiping the grease off your hands, you made your way from the back room to greet the customer, plastering on the courtesy smile your mother had taught you.

“Can I help you find anything?” you asked as you came up to the counter.

A tall man wearing goggles was browsing through a shelf of spare parts, picking one up to examine it closer. He turned his head slightly at your question, brown eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“I am certain that I can find what I am looking for on my own. There is no need for your assistance,” he said before looking back to the piece in his hands.

“Noted,” you said in response.

He appeared to know what he was looking for, so you left him alone. Unfortunately, you couldn’t return to what you had been doing previously until he left. Pulling a stool up to the counter, you sat down to wait for him to finish perusing.

After a few minutes you heard him sigh in frustration. He turned his attention back to you and walked over to the counter. There was a loud clunk as he placed a part down in front of you. It was very obviously broken and was showing serious signs of wear.

“I was hoping that you would have something to substitute for this, but was unable to find a suitable replacement.”

You picked up the part, turning it over in your hands as you looked at it. You had a hard time deciphering what the part even was, and the grime and general wear made the process more difficult.

“What is this?” you asked.

“It is a part of the life support system aboard my ship. Normally, I am able to fix things on my own, but I cannot undo wear and tear. Do you have something I could use as a replacement?”

Now that he had told you what the part had been at the start, you were able to see the similarities to something you had pulled off a junked ship months ago.

“Nothing new, but I might have something,” you said, standing from your stool. “Come with me.”

You led him over to a shelf near the back of the shop where you kept miscellaneous parts from the ships you and your siblings had scrapped. After a few moments of scanning, you found the part you were searching for and pulled it down before handing it to him.

“Will this do?”

He turned the part over in his hands, thoroughly examining it.

“This will do nicely. I may need to do a few tweaks on the ship itself, but this will work to replace the missing part.”

He looked up to meet your eyes, a small smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. The sight made your own lips curl up into a genuine smile in return, abandoning the mask of courtesy you had put on in the beginning.

The moment was interrupted by a beep at his wrist, which startled you slightly. He pressed a button and you heard a deep husky voice ask if he was almost done with his errand. Not wanting to be rude and eavesdrop, you made your way back to the counter to wait for him again.

When he had finished his conversation, he came back to the counter with the part you had found for him and some solutions used for cleaning a variety of parts. He placed them all down on the counter. When you had finished ringing everything up and told him the total, you watched his shoulders slump slightly. His hand rested on the part before he pushed the rest of the stuff aside.

“How much for just the part?” he asked.

When you told him, he let out a heavy sigh. You could sense that the number was still too high. You wished you could do something to help him, but the shop didn’t belong to you, it belonged to your older brother. You didn’t have the power to give him any kind of discount.

“I can hold onto it for you,” you suggested. “Put it aside until you can come back with the credits.”

“That would be much appreciated,” he said. “Hopefully, it won’t be too long.”

He moved to grab the supplies he had brought to the counter, but you stopped him.

“I can put those away, don’t worry.”

With a tilt of his head and a quiet thanks, he turned and left the shop, the door chime sounding as he exited. You picked up the part he had left behind and placed in a box to save it for his return. As you went to label it before putting it away, you realized something.

He had never told you his name.

Over a week later, you found yourself in a similar situation. Working in the back of the shop, before the sound of a bell interrupted your activity. This time, however, when you went to greet the customer, you found two people in the shop. A man with a gaunt face and very pale skin stood near the counter. He was looking down and talking to someone. Just over the edge of the counter, you could see the top of a blonde head.

“Can I help you?” you asked, approaching the counter.

The man looked up at the sound of your voice and the blonde hair rose a few inches to reveal a pair of brown eyes beneath as the young child beside him stood on their toes to look over the edge of the counter.

“Our brother was in here about a week ago and he said that you had put aside a part for him,” the child, who you had noticed was a young girl, said in an accent you were unfamiliar with.

“Your brother?”

The man beside her lifted his right arm, which ended in a scomp, to a few inches above his head.

“About this tall, goggles, terrible posture.”

“Ah yes, my mystery customer. I do have the part he needed stored away in the back. Let me go get it.”

You left the pair standing at the counter to retrieve the part before returning and setting it down. You repeated the price you had given to your original customer and the man handed over the credits. As the two of them left your store, you could hear the young girl chattering on about Mantell mix and asking if they could stop to get some, a request her brother denied.

“You eat way too much of that stuff,” was the last thing you heard before the door closed behind them.

You smiled to yourself at his comment, knowing how easy it was to get hooked on the treat, especially when you were a child. You wondered if this strange family lived on Ord Mantell or if they were just visiting. Maybe you would get the chance to see your mystery customer again.

The next time you came across a member of the family, it was a much larger man. You only knew about the connection because of the presence of the young blonde girl with him. The two of them had bumped into you in the market, their attention on the boxes of brightly colored snack food in their hands rather than where they were going.

“Oops, sorry about that!” the large man said, righting the container in his hands to prevent the treat from falling on the ground. “Didn’t see you there.”

“Hey, I know you!” the young girl said, pointing up at you. “You’re the guy that we got the part from.”

“Indeed I am. Did it work for what your brother needed it for?”

The young girl shrugged.

“I don’t know exactly. Tech says a lot of things that I don’t understand, especially when it comes to the ship. I’ve been trying to learn, but it’s a lot of information.”

Tech. So that’s his name.

“Well, I hope it did its job and he was able to fix everything up. Tell him to come by the shop again if he needs anything.”

“Okay!”

“C’mon Omega, Hunter’s waiting for us,” the large man said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.

The young girl, whom you assumed was Omega, waved at you before walking off with the man.

Omega. Tech. Hunter.

They weren’t the most common of names, but Ord Mantell was full of a variety of people from different backgrounds. A varied group of brothers with a young sister was just another addition to the colorful population, no matter what their names were.

Tech seemed to take your offer seriously when you said he could stop by the shop whenever he needed something. In the past 3 weeks, you had seen him 5 times. He had only actually purchased something one of those times, all the rest of his visits seemed to be for him to ask your advice.

While you weren’t the most experienced mechanic, you had seen some tough situations and found workable solutions. Tech seemed to be a fan of non-standard fixes, which you guessed stemmed partially from a lack of funds. The rest seemed to be because he enjoyed finding out how things worked and adapting to various circumstances.

Today was his 6th visit, and he plunked a bag down on your counter before you could get out your customary greeting. You examined the bag cautiously before emptying the contents onto your counter. It contained a variety of parts that you knew were uncommon, at least uncommon to scrappers and small mechanic shops.

“I thought that you could clean these up and sell them in your shop,” Tech said. “I have no use for them myself, but they no doubt hold value to someone in your position.”

“Thank you, Tech. This means a lot to me,” you said, giving him a grateful smile. “What do I owe you?”

Tech waved his hand dismissively, his attention already shifting to something on the shelf next to the counter. He picked up the box displayed there and placed it next to the pile of parts. It was a box of small tools. They had been yours as a child, specially sized for your small hands.

“Could I take these off your hands in return?” he asked. “I think Omega could get good use out of these when she helps me work on things.”

You had been trying to sell the tools for a few years now with no success. Your brother had told you to just toss them, saying that no one would ever buy them, but you had held onto them just in case. You thought about the young girl and how she had told you she was trying to learn how to fix things herself. The excitement and determination in her eyes brought back memories of your own childhood back to your mind.

“I think that would be a reasonable trade,” you said. “I hope she can use them and learn many things from you.”

“That is the goal,” Tech said, grabbing the handle of the box and lifting it off the counter again. “I’ve been trying to teach her the ins and outs of our ship and how to fix it. It’s a slow process, but she is learning.”

“You’re a good brother, Tech. All of you are. Taking care of her and making sure she can learn things to help her in life. She couldn’t ask for a better group to watch over her.”

Tech’s expression shifted into one of contemplation and you could see that there was some lingering doubt in his eyes. He seemed to not agree with your observation, but you didn’t care. It didn’t change how you felt.

“Thanks for the parts, I’m sure they will be useful for someone in the future,” you said, trying to move the conversation onto a different topic. “Is there anything else you need while you’re here?”

“I wanted to ask you something, but I’m not sure if it’s appropriate,” Tech said, fiddling with something on his wrist.

“Oh?”

“I believe it is customary that when you enjoy spending time with someone and you would like to take a step towards strengthening your relationship, you invite them to go to dinner with you.”

You stared at the man before you, blinking in disbelief.

“Tech, are you saying that you want to go on a date?”

“With you, yes.”

You felt your mouth open slightly as your jaw dropped in surprise. While you had thought Tech was handsome since the first time he walked into the shop and you enjoyed his visits, you had never expected things to go in this direction.

“If that idea is not appealing to you, I understand,” Tech said, avoiding meeting your gaze.

“No! I’m sorry, I was just surprised, that’s all!”

You saw him perk up at your response and his gaze returned to you.

“I’d love to go to dinner with you,” you said, giving him a warm smile. “Just name the time and place and I’ll be there!”

Tech returned your smile and opened his mouth to say something else before a loud voice sounded from his wrist, interrupting whatever he was going to say.

“Told ya he could do it!”

You covered your mouth with your hand to hide the laugh at Wrecker’s outburst, not wanting Tech to be embarrassed more than he probably already was. He seemed to have accidentally pushed something on his comm device that allowed his brother to eavesdrop on your conversation.

“Yes, thank you for your confidence, Wrecker,” Tech said into his comm before switching it off and giving you an embarrassed glance. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. It’s nice your brothers are supportive.”

Tech rolled his eyes in response which made you laugh again, but this time you didn’t hide it. You had noticed in your interactions that he cared about his siblings greatly, even if they annoyed him sometimes.

“When you know what the plan is, just let me know,” you said. “I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”

You could swear you saw the tips of his ears darken slightly, but he didn’t seem flustered. He gave you another small smile and with a promise to be in contact, left the shop. You could only imagine the teasing he was going to be the victim of when he returned to his family, and you felt a surge of pity for the poor man.

A few minutes passed before the shop door opened again, Tech returning through the doorway. You looked at him with a puzzled expression at his sudden return. You hoped he hadn’t changed his mind.

“I suppose it would work better if I actually got your contact information before leaving. Hard to call you without it.”

“A little bit, yeah.”

You told him your comm frequency, which he entered into the device at his wrist before giving you a final wave and disappearing out the door again. It seemed you had been mistaken before. He was flustered, and you found it adorable.

#tech x reader #tech tbb #tech the bad batch #the bad batch #tbb #tech tbb x reader #male reader #star wars:the bad batch

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chirpsythismorning · 1 year

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Y’all will be your own undoing the fact none of you have not even the slightest bit of doubt is rather worrying. what happens if neither is endgame and let’s say Mike is killed off? You can’t say that won’t happen either because you don’t know the same way you can’t say byler is endgame because you don’t know hell even milevens can’t say they’re ship is endgame because they don’t know. Ego is ruining both sides and neither side is correct and shouldn’t proclaim to be.

I'm sorry anon, but I'm not all bylers. While there are a great deal of bylers like myself who have less doubts these days, there are plenty that have mostly doubts. PLENTY. Arguably the vast majority. And for good reason, ie. history.

To be completely honest anon, I don't think you're worried about bylers and their lack of doubts. I think their lack of doubt scares you bc it's caused you to go from confident to having doubts yourself. Why else would you be here on anon all condescending otherwise?

Personally, I'm not even here bc I want to believe byler's endgame. And no offense to those that have went through it, because the whole point of queer-baiting is to basically mock queer fans and lead them on with no intention of following through, but I have never been queer-baited before.

I did however, like many milkvans, go into Stranger Things loving Mike and El under the assumption they were peak romance. I literally skipped all of s2 during my first rewatch to get to their reunion! But genuinely, do we think the show is supposed to be watched that way?? Hell no.

If you're having to skip all of s2, most of s3, most of s4 in rewatches, bc Mike and El are separated, fighting, or broken up, what does that tell you?

If you're having resentments for characters like Max and Lucas and Will and Hopper bc the story has made points to have those characters interfere with your confidence in Mike and El romantically, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you're probably watching the show wrong. To be clear, if you have resentment for ANY of the main characters, you are missing something!!!

And that was my problem back then when I subscribed to these assumptions, because I WANTED to believe Mike and El were the pinnacle of romance, despite the signs incoming that went against it. And what that meant is I had to hold resentments for all the characters, including Mike and El themselves and even the Duffer Brothers for ruining what I WANTED to believe.

After s3, me, my friends, family and quite honestly anyone I spoke to about the show, said that it went downhill since the previous two seasons. And I do think a big part of the reason why, is because of the Mike and El conflict conflating everything. It felt regressive. And s4 repeating that exact storyline????

It took me a while to even consider byler as an idea. It's not like I latch onto every non-canon mlm ship and just ship for nothing (very few bylers do this, no matter how much anti's need to convince themselves this is the case as an excuse to be homophobic).

I am a hopeless romantic. Doesn't matter if it's queer or straight, I only ship stuff that I feel confident is endgame bc why would I put myself through scenes of something that doesn't feel right to me, merely bc I want to believe it and despite everything pointing against it??

Full serious, IF I was confident in milkvan endgame as a possibility, I would probably just convince myself to like them and provide evidence supporting it, bc I would honestly rather be right? Who tf wants to be wrong?

The problem was it didn't matter if I was initially convinced Mike and El were the pinnacle of romance (I was a child okay, give me a break...). Once I let go of that assumption because of all the doubts I had of them piling up, and took off my heteronormative goggles, I went woah... Holy shit. This show is actually fucking epic. Doubts gone. And the rest is history.

So, what happens if neither is endgame and Mike's killed off? I guess I would be confused, especially because the Duffer's specifically mentioned not being able to kill off Mike in a podcast last year. They gave their reasoning as to why, being that they take deaths on their show very seriously, needing 1+ seasons for them to show the characters mourning the loss. And so ending the show on that exact note, would be kind of a spoiler since they brought it up specifically? Therefore kind of redundant?

I guess, sue me for thinking the Duffers care about the show and put a lot of meaning into it. All of my analysis and theories are based on that assumption. No one's going to change how I think about that, so trust me, not worth getting worked up over it, anon.

If your evidence is all based on the assumption that the Duffers are not that good of writers, that almost everything on the show is coincidental and there's no deeper meaning beyond surface level, why are you even watching it in the first place? You do you I guess, but I just don't know why you wouldn't want to watch something that is more worth your time?

People being confident in their theories wont hurt you. If it bothers you so much, maybe find a way to be confident with your theories after looking at all the evidence from both sides. All sides. Any sides. If you still come up completely indifferent, then don't work yourself up by going on anon and making it other peoples' problem.

If it turns out everything meant nothing, and I was wrong about everything or most of what I interpreted, I will be okay! Because the show went from being about what I wanted to believe, to just what I genuinely believed.

Would I be disappointed? Sure. But lets hope I'm right bc in my scenario the show is epic and everything means something... not sure why anyone would root for the alt...

#byler #ask #queer-baiting is messed up #but I don't think anyone arguing against byler all condescendingly cares about queer-bait #antis are out here depending on queerbait to feel confident in their take on things #if you're just an honest person and have been through queer-bait and are trying to warn ppl who you view as yourself in a way #i sympathize with that #i get it #but there's seriously no reason to target people directly and complain about how their lack of doubt irritates you #like lets get a grip #this is a tv show #if this was a straight ship ya'll would not be out here getting so angry over this and talking all condescending #that's what it comes down to #if you're not homophobic #if you're not holding onto the idea of milkvan bc it's what you want to believe #if you are willing to actually look at all the evidence #instead of just speaking about it like it's an atrocity without actually giving it the time of day #then you'd be a lot closer to the truth about a lot of things on the show #unfortunately a lot of fans have to convince themselves nothing means anything to subscribe to milkvan endgame #and bc of that there's a lot of stuff that they missed #again #if there was enough evidence supporting milkvan #i would find a way to make it work in my brain and focus on the evidence #it's just unfortunate that a majority of their scenes works as the strongest evidence against them

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Late Night - Roronoa Zoro

Pairing - Roronoa Zoro x f!reader

Warnings - none! just a lot of zoro fluff!

Word Count - 1,804

Notes - this is one of my super old writings, but my first time posting it! I literally love the aesthetic of this one! Please enjoy!

(not my image)

Zoro shoved his hands in his pockets as a shiver went down his spine as a small breeze blew from the night sky and oceanline. “Dammit.” He squinted at the moonlight and stared off into the dark blue ocean, seeing if he could spot the Going Merry anywhere. He sighed and sat down on a rock and felt something in his breast pocket. He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He didn't expect less from a suit he borrowed from Sanji. Since he was there, he decided to smoke it. It's not like he had anything better to do.

She yawned and stretched, pulling her cardigan tighter around her body. It was a freezing cold night and it didn't help that she was so close to the water. “You got it Rico!!!” Zoro looked down, spotting the girl next to the shoreline when he heard the sound of really loud propellers and a sudden colder breeze hit him like a tidal wave. “You sure, little lady?! Last time I did this, I fell off!” “I promise, you got it!” Zoro turned to see a man no taller than Luffy put on a pair of goggles and get inside of a homemade plane. “You better be right!” He slammed the door shut and took off. Goosebumps formed on Zoro’s skin from the wind and the cigarette flew out of his mouth. The girl on the shoreline cheered as the plane disappeared and came back. She threw her arms around the pilot and he ran off. It seemed he wanted to celebrate with the other people in the town. The girl walked on the shore with a small smile on her face as she picked up a rock and smashed Zoro’s old cigarette with it and picked it up, throwing it away. She looked up and saw Zoro still looking out at the ocean.

“Are you looking for something?” He looked down and gave the girl a soft smile before jumping down over to her. “You haven’t seen a ship around here, have you?” “Out here? No. The ships usually park over at the port.” “Where’s that?” “Halfway across town. How’d you end up over here?” She giggled and Zoro’s face went red. “Guess my walk lasted a little longer than I wanted.” “I can take you to the port in the morning. It's much too late now. Do you want to stay in town for the night?” His stomach growled. “Th-That sounds nice actually.” “Great! My family has a guest house that has a bathroom and everything you need. Dinner should be ready any time now.” She led him to a dimly lit village that had small children playing ball in the center of town and people celebrating the pilot from earlier. “Were you here for the city festival?” “I'm sorry?” “Your suit,” she pointed at the suit he borrowed from Sanji. “Was that for the city festival?” “O-Oh… yeah. It was.” “How was it? I saw the fireworks, but I was too wracked up with work to go.” “Oh, it was good. Too many people though.” “It is a popular festival,” she led him into the small guest house she mentioned earlier and began folding some sheets. “I used to go a lot as a child, but ever since I started working in town, I never really got around to it in the past couple years.” He hummed in response, watching her make his bed.

“Alright, I'll call you over to my house when dinner’s ready. There’s some extra clothes in those drawers over there and the bathroom is through that door. The clothes,” she looked him up and down. “Should fit you.” She smiled and walked out and Zoro sat on the bed immediately standing up, not wanting to fall asleep already. He walked over to the drawers and found some big shirts, shorts, sweatpants, and some more suits. He opted for a giant red shirt and some basketball shorts, keeping his socks on, and he immediately got tired.

“Hey,” she walked in with a big smile. “Dinner’s ready. Do you want me to bring it in here? I know it might be kind of weird to eat with my whole family.” “You took the time to bring me here. Eating with a family is the last of my worries, kiddo.” “Awesome! Follow me then!” He slipped on a pair of slippers that was at the front door and almost tripped over a little kid with a soccer ball. “Sorry mister!” “You’re okay, kid.” The girl got down to the kid’s level and scolded him too quietly for Zoro to hear and the kid ran off with a smile. “Okay! See you later then!” She grabbed Zoro’s hand and led him into the biggest house in town where he could hear laughter and the sound of plates coming from the dining room. “Mom, dad, I brought my guest!” “Perfect! Dinner is just about ready to serve.” She sat Zoro down and patted his shoulder. “I'll be right back, okay?” He smiled as she ran off to the kitchen to help her mother. The child that was running around from earlier ran in and sat next to Zoro. “You’re eating with us, mister?” “Yeah. I am.” “What are those?” The kid pointed to his swords that he carried around by habit. “Oh… just… those are my swords, so don't touch them, okay?” “Oh, okay! I have a sword too, y’know?” “You do?” “Yeah! Mom says no swords at the table, so I can't bring it.” “Oh.” Zoro stood up and put his swords in the living room. Even if it made him feel a little less safe, he only wanted to follow common courtesy.

The kid was talking his ear off and the only thing that saved him was the girl walking in and handing him his plate. He smiled at her and looked down at the food. “Thank you so much.” “Of course! But be careful, it's hot.” A few seconds later, the whole family walked in with their food, and the oldest looking son dropped his glass of water when he saw Zoro. “Mikey!” “S-Sorry!” He grabbed a brush and some towels as the family jumped into help. Mikey couldn't stop staring at Zoro. His mom was wiping the floor and looked at her son. “Mikey, what’s wrong?” He lifted his boney finger, pointing right at Zoro. “Th-That’s Roronoa Zoro… the pirate hunter.” Her parents turned towards him with shock in their eyes. “Get out!” Zoro stood up. “S-Sorry? What’s wrong?” “Get out of my house!” Zoro jumped up, grabbing his swords on the way out and he could hear her parents going off on her. “What were you thinking, bringing that murderer into our house?!” “I-I didn't know!” “You get out too! He could’ve killed us!” “B-But-” “What were you thinking bringing a pirate hunter to a village of pirates?! Get out!” The girl ran out with a plate of food and shoved it in his hands. “I'm sorry about that.” “Why are you apologizing?! I'm the one who scared your family.” “No. They’re just overdramatic. I'm so sorry.” “Stop apologizing.” She angrily grabbed a piece of bread off of his plate and shoved it in her mouth. “Grab your stuff from the guest house. It looks like we’ll get to the port by morning. I needed the exercise anyway.” He laughed and looked at her tired eyes. “Are you sure? You look really tired.” He took a few bites from the plate she gave him. “I'm sure. The whole town wouldn’t let me sleep anyway if they all found out that I brought the pirate hunter into a pirate town.” “Right… you know I am a pirate though, right?” “I assumed. You were looking for a ship.” “Yeah… let's hope they didn't take off without me.” “That would be a pretty shitty crew if they did something like that,” she covered her mouth. “Oops.” He giggled. “I don't care.” “I'm used to not saying stuff like that because kids are around. Habit I guess.” She rubbed the back of her neck with a hint of red on her cheeks. She ran over to the guest house and collected all of his things, putting it in a bag. “Here’s your stuff. Ready to head out?” “I am.” He wiped his hands on his pants and handed her the plate and she put it down on the table, turning back to him. “Sorry you couldn't get any sleep. You look really tired.” “I'm used to not sleeping. Plus I nap periodically.” She nodded and they walked out into the woods going over a little creek. She slipped on a wet rock and grabbed his waist for stability. “Thanks Zoro.” “Sure kid. I'm guessing this is gonna be a long walk?” “Yeah. Sorry.” “Don't apologize. It just seems as though the two of us should get more acquainted, dontcha think?”

“There you are, you damn moss head!” “What did you say, curly brows?!” Zoro ran off and got close to the blonde haired cook, pulling out his swords, leaving her alone. “If you didn't get so lost all the damn time, we would be around the whole world already and have found the one piece!” “Oh yeah?! So it's my problem?!” “Yeah!” Nami punched them both in the head and Luffy called them onto the boat. “Let's go guys! We have Zoro now!” They all went to get on the boat and Zoro turned to see her giving him a small wave. “Hey guys? Can you wait to take off for one sec?” Luffy turned over with a smile. “Sure!” Sanji threw his shoe at Zoro. “Don't get lost again, asshole!” “I won’t!!! Goddamn.” He walked over to her and his frown that was meant for Sanji turned into a smile for her. “Thanks for everything.” She smiled. “Of course.” He pulled her in for a hug, putting her face against his chest. “Zoro?” “Yes?” “Will you be back to visit?” “I hope so.” He held her tighter and Luffy started yelling for him. “Alright, I gotta go… see you soon… hopefully.” He leaned down and kissed her super unexpectedly. Her eyes teared up and she threw her arms around him. “I'm going to miss you, Zoro.” “Don't miss me too much. That would be a waste of time.” She giggled, wiping a tear that was falling down his scarred eye. “I won’t, don't worry.” He kissed her one more time before jumping back on the boat and waving goodbye.

“Who was that anyway?!” Luffy was shoving food in his mouth and Zoro smiled, watching the small island disappear in the distance. “Just a new friend.” “Cool! We should invite her on the boat sometime!” “Yeah…” His face went warm. “We should.”

#roronoa zoro #op zoro #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x you #roronoa zoro x reader #writing #one piece #one piece zoro #zoro #zoro getting lost

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Hunter - Animal

Hunter x fem!reader

(Short Onehsot)

Warnings: SMUT 18+

PiV/Fingering/Oral recieving/Grinding/Slightly Fluffy

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Author's comment:

Little to no plot at all, just Hunter getting animalistic on reader.

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For weeks, Tech had been telling everyone that the Marauder needed some new parts without which he would soon be unable to keep the ship functional. As it turned out, Goggles was right again.

You were trapped inside the Marauder with Hunter. The ramp was no longer opening. The rest of the team was outside, on their way, funnily enough, to get the spare parts mentioned earlier.

"Can you hear it yet," you asked Hunter with a wry grin " How Tech says I told you so?"

He chuckled, "Yes, indeed. Well, it's just the ramp, could have been worse, at least we're on the ground and didn't have any malfunctions while flying"

You had been with the Bad Batch for a few weeks now, at first it had been a temporary thing, but by now you were practically part of the team and no one questioned it.

A little nervously you watched Hunter, who had just given up on bypassing the ramp lock and was pacing up and down the Marauder a little restlessly. You sat on your bunk and tried not to get infected by his restlessness. Usually, Hunter wasn't really a restless guy.

"Does it make you nervous to be alone with me?" you asked jokingly.

His expression seemed a little startled and caught as he looked at you. Yes, of course he was nervous to be alone with you, especially now that you were even locked in. Usually Hunter kept his distance because your smell, your heartbeat, everything about you was intoxicating and through his senses he perceived you so intensely that he could hardly be alone with you without going insane. You didn't have the slightest idea about that, though.

"I just don't like being locked up," he murmured.

With a nod, you said, " I can tell."

He smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry. Do I make you nervous?"

You shrugged, "A little, maybe"

He sat down across from you on Echo's bunk and asked, "Better?"

You nodded at first, but the next moment realized, you were alone with Hunter, locked in. You weren't afraid of him, not at all, he would never hurt you, you knew that. But you did have a bit of a crush on him. However, he was always quite reserved and at a distance, which is why you hardly hoped to get closer to him someday. And yet, your heart beat faster and faster at the thought of how close he was to you right now and that you two were alone.

He cocked an eybrow at you.

"What's the matter? Still nervous?"

Startled, you remembered that Hunter could sense your heartbeat and the realization made your pulse quicken even more. Suppressing a curse, you smiled nervously at him.

"Well, you and I have never been alone," you finally said honestly.

Lying to him didn't feel right, especially since he would probably see right through you, at least that's what you assumed.

His gaze seemed cautious and probing as he looked at you.

"That makes you nervous?" he asked in surprise with raised eyebrows.

"A little," you admitted shyly.

A cautious, hopeful smile appeared on his face.

"Why exactly?" the sergeant asked.

You struggled with yourself. Should you tell him the truth? But how would he react?

Hunter tilted his head to the side questioningly when you didn't answer him directly.

"Well, to be honest, I have a bit of a crush on you," you suddenly gushed.

His eyes grew wide.

"You're serious?!"

You nodded shyly.

Suddenly everything happened very quickly, Hunter jumped up and literally rushed over to you. The next moment you found yourself in your bunk under him, his lips on yours his hips between your thighs, his cod piece pressed against your middle.

This was escalating fast, you thought. Heat spread under your skin, gathering between your thighs.

When his tongue opened your mouth, you could already feel your panties getting damp. Hunter broke away from the kiss and took a deep breath.

With a growl low in his chest, he said. "I can smell your arousal, every time. Do you know how hard it is to keep it together when the Marauder smells of your arousal when you've touched yourself?"

Heat rose to your face.

"Every time? Is it that extreme?" you asked meekly.

He laughed softly, "You have no idea, sweetie".

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be. It's not your fault my senses are so sharp. The downside to that is that I often feel like an animal, driven by instincts and hard to control"

Surprised you looked at him, it had never seemed like that to you before, never had you felt Hunter was not in control.

"So," he said softly, his golden brown eyes dark with desire "Tell me, do you really want this? Your body is giving me clear signals, but what does your mind say?"

"Yes, everything about me and inside me says yes, Hunter."

He shuddered excitedly, leaning on one arm, using the other's hand to loosen the cod piece from his armor.

Nervous yet curious, your fingers wandered down, feeling his length through the fabric of his blacks. Your touch made him groan. His cock was hard, warm, and thick.

"Now that's a tool," you muttered more to yourself than to him, but he chuckled.

Your face grew hot as you realized that of course he had heard you.

When you pulled your hand back, he pressed himself between your legs again, you felt his hard length through the fabric of his blacks and through the thin fabric of your leggings. A shiver ran through you as he rolled his hips and friction arose between you causing your pearl to swell.

Gradually you undressed each other, one garment after another falling until you both were completely naked.

Hunter's skin was warm, downright hot. His big, strong hands wandered over your body, curiously exploring every inch feverishly, stroking, squeezing, grasping. His right hand wandered down your body, between your legs, and finally stopped for a moment on your glowing Venus. Expectantly you bucked your hips, biting your lower lip.

Hunter searched your gaze, keeping an eye on your face as he finally let his fingers roam, very gently at first, over your wet folds. The sergeant took in every little movement on your beautiful face, orienting himself to it. His fingertips gently caressed your entrance without penetrating you, collecting your slick and finally moving to your aching bud.

A hoarse sound came from your throat as he began to caress the knot of sensitive nerves with his fingers covered in your juices.

"Do you have the slightest idea how beautiful you look right now?" he asked in a deep voice rough with desire.

" Look who's talking," you returned, a little breathlessly.

A smile appeared on his tattooed face.

You let out a surprised squeak as one of his fingers dipped into your moist heat, slowly twisting and turning to reach that sweet spot inside you. His name left your lips in a high pitched moan.

Hunter continued to work your pearl as the middle finger of his other hand gently continued its play inside you.

His cock twitched impatiently, everything in him screaming to take you, but he wanted you to have more than a little fun with this. He wanted to see you squirm under his touch until you begged for him to finally take you.

What Hunter didn't realize was that there wasn't that much more to it. His finger play was intoxicating, the sight of his naked body was ravishing. You couldn't think of anything but the sergeant.

He pulled his finger out of your pussy and you watched wide-eyed as he brought it to his lips and licked it off. His broad shoulders rose and fell as he breathed in and out very deeply, as if he needed to collect himself.

"You are literally, irresistible," he murmured with arousal.

Before you could say anything back, he placed his broad shoulders between your thighs, his face hovering over your pubic.

Your scent was almost overwhelming, it was hard for Hunter to hold back, much harder than it seemed.

When his mouth descended quite abruptly on your moist folds, you chocked out a surprised moan. Hunter's tongue was, strong, fast, and incredibly warm. He hummed contentedly as he heard the sweet sounds he elicited from you. He feasted on you like a starving man. Alternately, his tongue busied itself with your entrance and your pearl, until finally he focused mostly on your bud, licking it, sucking on it, and making you quiver under him.

One of Hunter's fingers found its way back into your pussy, finding the sweet spot again. Combined with his mouth on your pearl, he chased you toward your climax. Your fingers ran into his dark, long hair, you had to pull yourself together not to yank on it in the heat of the moment.

"Hunter... Gods!"

He chuckled, very pleased with your response to his efforts, sending glorious vibration into your body. The tingling in your center kept increasing, you felt that the knot would soon loosen and you would fall into glorious bliss.

"I won't be long... Hunter I..."

"Let go," he growled into your pussy, "let go, I've got you."

His tongue swirled wildly on your pearl, his finger caressing the sweet spot in your slit, tirelessly and with full zeal.

Your thighs began to quiver with tension, the intensity almost unbearable.

"Fuck," you cursed softly, gasping for air.

The tingling knot in your cleft dissolved from one second to the next, into hot, all-consuming waves that seemed to spread through every nerve pathway in your abdomen.

A shaky, high-pitched sigh came from your mouth, followed by his name. Gently, he helped you through the aftermath of your climax.

As your high finally ebbed slowly, you suddenly became aware that your fingers were literally clawed into his hair, and not just a little bit. Startled, you let go of him and stammered hasty apologies as he emerged from between your thighs.

Hunter laughed in amusement and rubbed his hand over his head.

"You're stronger than you look, kitten".

"I'm so sorry," you repeated still startled at yourself.

With a smile he assured you, "Don't be, I'm not made of sugar, honestly I thought it was pretty hot"

Gently, you stroked his hair as he leaned over you.

"Really? I didn't mean to be so rough, it just happened," you said, still unsure.

With a smirk, Hunter kissed your neck, his length pressed against your folds. He rolled his hips, the friction making him growl, wanting you so bad, so badly, needing you, wanting to sink into you.

"Y/N, I can hardly stand it anymore. Do you think you're ready for me?" he asked in a rough voice.

You nodded eagerly, "Yes Hunter, I am, I want to feel you inside me".

He didn't need to be told twice. Immediately at your words, he lined up with your entrance. You moaned softly as his tip parted your folds and slowly penetrated you. He was really thick, the stretch was quite a bit. His muscles were so tense they were already starting to shake. Hunter held back a lot, not wanting to hurt you in any way, so he just slowly pushed into your pussy, pushing his length deeper and deeper into you. When he finally filled you, he paused, breathing heavily.

The sergeant kissed your chin, cheek, forehead and finally gently your lips. Your fingers ran over the hard muscles under his toned skin and you clearly felt the tension in them. Your legs wrapped around him and you moved your hips, wanting to give him the relief he longed for. He took your movement as a signal and moved with you, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until obscene wet sounds filled the hull of the Marauder, accompanied by the sound of naked skin on naked skin and the lustful sounds you both made.

Leaning on his arms, his upper body hovered over you, he wanted to see you, he wanted to see what you felt. Fascinated by every little of your movements, he felt that he would not last long. It had been too long since the last time and you were just far too wonderful and overwhelming for his senses. Hunter gritted his teeth; there was no way he was going to get ahead of you.

When your heels dug right into the flesh under his butt to press him even tighter against you, he almost lost control. That you were so greedy for him almost drove Hunter crazy, in the most wonderful way.

Like a mantra, you repeated his name, gazing into his striking face, his cock deep inside you, brushing over that sweet spot over and over again. The heat spread inexorably through you, the tingle in your loins as well.

"I'm close again...I'm gonna..."

"Yes, beauty, come for me!" he pressed out, relieved and in joyful anticipation.

Your climax rang through every fiber of your body again, your walls tightening around his length. The feeling of you tightening around him swept him along with you. With a harsh moan, his thrusts became erratic, his cock twitching inside you and his hot seed filling your cleft.

Gradually your movements slowed, savoring the aftermath of your high.

Finally you both paused, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

Suddenly Hunter laughed softly, "We should be locked in the ship more often".

A grin spread across your lips.

"That would be nice, I'd like to do it again" you admitted.

He spread sweet, soft kisses all over your face.

"Only too gladly my beautiful"

His senses were still full of you, completely befuddled and he loved it. It was the first time he was completely at peace with his oversensitive senses. To perceive you so intensely was wonderful.

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Results of the Supernatural Origins Survey: Part 1 of 2

Hey all! As you may remember, a while back I posted a survey to try to see if there were any interesting trends in when we started watching the show, why we liked it, and why we kept going. Thank you so much to everyone who responded! I read and appreciated all the comments that you guys left as well. I’ve now compiled all your responses into charts, and since tumblr only allows ten images per post I will have to make this 2 different parts. Hope you enjoy!

Which season was the first season you watched?

Pretty runaway result here: most people started watching at season 1! This is most likely because people wanted to go sequentially and makes a lot of sense to me! This also reveals that the large majority of people decided to start at the beginning rather than the middle somewhere. Another interesting thing to note is the very distant second: season 4 with 4%.

Some of your comments on this topic include:

I technically saw the confession scene first but then went back and started from the beginning after the finale

The first episode I ever saw was 4*17, randomly on tv, in early 2011. They were showing two episodes a day on whatever network that was. I got hooked and went to watch it all from the beginning. Then, once I caught up, I was binging each season as it was released on netflix or dvd. So, I was behind on the 5th itself.

So, for extra context: I was a General Audience viewer from S3-S7 just catching episodes at random because it was on and I liked horror/comedy. No expectations, barely knew who anyone was besides Sam and Dean tbh. During S9, I properly got into and watched/caught up from the beginning to catch up to a friend (a Casgirl who had been going through it.) She was however a Destiel shipper and as a result I did watch with some shipper goggles on that never came back off. During the pandemic I got back into it on my own (after falling behind from S10-S12) to catch up for the finale and definitely watched mostly for the ships (Destiel, Saileen, etc). However nowadays post-finale shipping/multishipping is where I have a lot of fun, but far from the only reason I still think about and watch the show anymore. If anything it was more a gateway for me to get into it for real and enjoy other characters/dynamics even more than ever.

this show spans across 3 different decades and personally it's incredible to kind of see my feelings towards the show evolve over time the older and more aware I get. I had 3 major periods of watching the show in my life, with not watching in between. when I started (s4-5), resurgence/started using tumblr (s8-9), and post confession. I started watching as a teenager and now I'm almost 30. like for example, when I first started the Gordon eps didn't register anything, but seeing those episodes now and understanding the implicit racism they are impossible to watch. it's not only being aware of myself but seeing the show itself evolve and change, but also NOT evolve or change in certain aspects. anyway sorry for all this thanks for the survey!

i hadn’t watched it in a decade and then 11/5/21 kicked my ass.

i “started watching” in season four but that was just the first episode i watched in it’s entirety. i proceeded to watch everything else out of order

to be very clear with this i watched season 1-8 as a teenager and then stopped watching for like 6 years and THEN when covid hit in march 2020 i watched all 15 seasons of it with friends over netflix party. it was a very start and stop relationship with "watching" supernatural.

Which season was airing when you first started?

This answer is pretty varied, with some interesting results! First place here is season 8, meaning 15% of people started watching between 2012/2013. Next is season 9 (2013/2014), then post season 15 (after nov 2020), then season 7 (2011/2012), then season 15 (2019/2020). As for the why, I’m assuming because the show was at its online height between 2012-2014, which would have encouraged people to start watching. It also got a lot of attention during its final three episodes, which explains the number of people that started after the show ended.

Some of your comments on this topic include:

sorry i picked all of the "other" options ajsljdskdj and thank you for making this survey! very interested to see the data that comes out of it. also can't wait to get to 4x1 and meet cas because i get the sense from tumblr that he's the funniest character in the show

I'd been aware of the show since at least 2006/2007 and knew basic stuff about plot and characters through simply being in online fandom spaces. I was spoiled for a LOT by the time I actually started watching in the summer after s7 - had been meaning to actually watch it for a while and finally got off my butt and did it as part of bonding with a new (at the time) friend who really wanted me to watch it and share my thoughts. We've been together since 2014 now - SPN fandom is a lesbian dating service. I got pissed enough to quit entirely when Kevin was killed but then got pulled back in after Nov 5 and besides watching the last two episodes live and spoiling myself for everything I have yet to actually catch up on all the episodes I missed, though I intend to watch (most, there's some I'm not gonna subject myself to) them.

i had caught up by the time season 8 started but missed an ep and found i didn't care to continue, rewatched after nov 5th and couldnt get through season 7. as a young teen i loved destiel but now i am 22 and don't anymore. i care much more about the generational trauma and sam as a character

I think it’d be interesting to see this quiz have an age breakdown of answers too. Someone who started watching/joined fandom in 2008 when they were 16 would have a vastly different experience to a fourteen year old who started at the peak of tumblr popularity at the turn of the dashcon era. Anyway Boy King or bust #wewasrobbed

I started watching while s8 was airing, caught up and watched seasons 9 & 10 live, then quit. Now I'm re-watching all the way through and I don't think the show knows what it's supposed to be about. I think the first 4 answers to that question above are what it WANTED to be about but I don't think it managed to coherently support any of them, and wound up devolving into a combination of the last 2 choices. Absolutely batshit show and it can be anything we want it to be.

I think I was one of many who was huge into the show and the fandom around 2012/2013 then came to my senses that the sexism/racism/homophobia and general worsening in quality wasn't going to end and stopped. My friends at I hadn't thought of it apart from a shudder of embarrassment in YEARS until 2020 and the destiel/final episode shitshow. I've rewatched the show since then and we talk about it all the time. As an adult I have new found love for the early seasons (season 3 my beloved). Although I can feel my connection and interest to the show waning again now…

Which season is your favorite?

A few seasons dominated here, with first place tying exactly (and I mean exactly, down to the number!) between season 4 and season 5. Second is season 2, followed distantly by season 8, then season 1. Nothing here is much of a surprise either: seasons 4 and 5 are generally beloved for both storytelling and character reasons. Season 2 is popular with people who love the show’s classic era, and season 8 is loved amongst many different niches of fandom. Season 1 is the first season and holds a special place in that regard. I do want to note that fifth place is held by season 12, which did surprise me!

Some of your comments on this topic include:

love love love first 5 seasons even if there should have been more powers sam. amelia should have been a hallucination, dean should have been called out for sucking in the later seasons. love and light <3

I tend to think of s1-5 and s6-onwards as sort of thematically different to varying degrees as later seasons go on. I would say earlier seasons have more of a family is hell vibe whereas later seasons seem to differ on the light that they paint the family in. Dean is worse in later seasons but the writing feels less self aware at times than in Kripke era

the s1-5 aesthetics are off the hook

Some of my family and friends Who seen the show or agree that the show really ended with season five. And the rest was pretty much just kicking a dead horse down the road. Some people won’t even acknowledge that it’s the same TV show after that point because that was the true narrative ending.

Picked season 13 as my favorite because of Sam's beard and I won't apologize for it.

I love the aesthetic so far (seasons 1-4) and I’m sure it’s gonna change after 5 but I really like that “midwestern gothic” vibe. also before the ending aired I saw this really long tumblr post that had theories about the last episode and one that I really liked was that they (Sam and Dean) start all over from the beginning on that bridge in ep 1 I think that would’ve been insane lol

Favorite character?

The vast majority of people chose within team free will here. The winner is Sam (which is congruent with the findings of my previous survey), followed by Cas, and then Dean. Of the supporting characters, Gabriel, Crowley, Jack, and Adam got the most votes. This is the second time I include this question in a survey and a stronger indication that Sam may indeed be fairly popular in fandom. What’s interesting however is that Cas and Dean have switched spots since the last time I asked this question, meaning the survey may have reached different demographics. In any case, Sam still wins out here.

Some of your comments on this topic include:

sam wincheser was purposefully designed by eric kripke to make me fucking insane x

i hate spn i’m only here for adam <3

I think Dean is a self-aware character but the writers drown him in toxic masculinity. He wants the “apple-pie” life and is built for it. Sam was a complex character, but then the writers took that away from him. He is not built for the “apple-pie” life. Sam is a mirror for John. If we have to be canon compliant, Dean and Cas definitely, eventually, reunite in Heaven. I think about this show too much and it gives me too many emotions during my day-to-day life.

I think too much focus was on the Winchesters by the end. after 15 seasons they were pretty average and the ensemble cast around them were either wasted or the writers didn't know what to do with them (Cas, Crowley, Jack etc). A couple of episodes focused on character building without Sam and Dean present would have been amazing. Cas and Garth? Jack and Claire? But no, they had to be anchored to the Winchesters and the Winchesters only, and it stifled the shows natural growth.

The show is about Sam! It's his Hero's Journey, it covers the most important part of his life and the most important relationship in his life (his brotherhood with Dean). The show begins continues and ends with Sam.

sam's psychic powers was the most compelling (sub)plot of the entire show

shoutout to dean winchester for cracking so many transmasc eggs and for being the object of so many queer peoples projection. thank you king and im sorry but you have eldest daughter syndrome (canonical), adhd (projected), autism (projected), anger issues (canonical), and tboy swag (projected). also hes bi

Sam isn’t cishet

I absolutely love my old man Dean <3 he’s fucking terrible and has. ALL. the issues but that’s ok because those issues make him break down and cry and he’s pretty when he cries so it’s ok

I’m watching the bloody mary episode as I take this survey and I just want to say the way the quality of this show drops so much is so disappointing. This show had so much potential and it makes me really sad to see these characters who will never get a full good story. Anyway just want to say I love castiel so much ❤️

Man do I love the gay angel ❤️❤️❤️

cas is my favorite character

I hate so much that Cas becoming human is so popular and looks like (?) the trajectory the show might’ve been taking. like he’s perfect the way he is :( sorry I’m emo over him today it’s just I started watching when I was like 12 and it’s really nice that I kinda like Grew into being gay with Cas. that sounds really embarrassing but 😭. One of the biggest things I dislike about the shows writing is the de powering of Cas (to be clear NOT that he became more gentle as the show went on I mean like. His actual powers)

jess was ruby all along and i'll die on this hill

I think I would like Castiel if he wasn’t played by Misha Collins.

I just wish Sam was able to finish his law degree, even if he also did hunting on the side

Sam

I just wish it was done better is all, it's so embarrassing to be a lesbian this ride or die for a fictional man played by Jared Padelecki

SAM’S CHARACTER WAS WASTED

I’d be nice if they gave some characters like Charlie and Kevin more screen time before killing them off. Also off topic, but sometimes I think about how much of Kevin’s life wasted away while he was playing the cello and doing schoolwork and that makes his death even more tragic.

Why did you start watching the show?

This was a write in question, so I incorporated your answers into the various categories and added a couple too. In first place here was “tumblr/online spaces told me it was good”, which incorporates recommendations online for the show or characters, as well as wanting to participate in the fandom in general. This demonstrates that a plurality of people started the show because of the influence of online spaces and various cultural osmosis online. A close second was “a friend recommended it to me”, which includes real life recommendations from friends and family removed from online influence. This means that a majority of people had the show recommended to them either online or from family or friends.

Third was “I saw it an random and gave it a try”, which is running across the show on tv or streaming with not much of an idea of what it was and deciding to just try it out. Fourth was “I heard about it on the news” which includes seeking it out deliberately after hearing it being promoted or seeing that a particular actor was in it. Fifth was “tumblr/online spaces told me it had great representation” which incorporated watching it deliberately because of elements of minority representation (in this case, gender and sexuality). Sixth was “tumblr/online spaces told me it was bad”, starting out of curiosity or wanting a so bad it’s good experience. And finally there was “nov 5 fallout” or explicitly stating that people began because of the reaction to 15x18 despair.

Some of your comments on this topic include:

I came to SPN for angst and I certainly got it.

started watching in order to understand more memes in the height of superwholock but i was still homophobic when i first started watching it and didn't think there was anything worth shipping in the show (in dw i had tenrose and in sherlock i shipped him with molly #cringe) so it was my least favorite but i still felt endeared to it and started rewatching the whole thing again when i heard it was ending at the beginning of 2020 and during that rewatch after several gay awakenings i was like. holy shit these guys are all gay

My brother originally begged me to stop watching the show because he didn't want his friends to think it was a "girly show". Jokes on him lmao

I rewatching it with my boyfriend rn he watched it in like 2009 with his grandma and didnt remember ANYTHING about cas its been fun watching it with someone who had an almost opposite viewing experience

I answered correctly (I think) but i wanted to elaborate because my cousin got me into the show because we were living together and she wanted to get me into it so she watched it with me. Then I stopped watching when she moved away in 2015 after having gotten a few episodes into s5, then I barely thought about the show again until Nov 5th 2020, which got me back into it full-force and made me rewatch/watch all 15 seasons over the course of a year. So, my answers are in light of that in case it helps your data collection. Also, because I wanted to state that I'd basically forgotten I'd even watched the show until Despair and that started me on a hyperfixation of immense proportions and I just think that's neat. I hope you're having a good day, and thank you for doing all these stats! I'm excited to see the results!

To clarify, I started watching because my friends were into destiel but by the time season four came I barely cared about Dean. Stayed for the Sam plotlines, left because it got too sad with no catharsis.

I did get into the show because of what I saw people shipping destiel, and I do ship destiel, but the reason I stayed watching the show was the relationship between the brothers(totally platonic not wincest)

Season ten was the first season that I genuinely did not enjoy a single thing about, probably never gonna pick it up again from there. Started watching because destiel sounded interesting, ended up thinking their chemistry was shit and stayed for the saucy little blood freak.

I went into it thinking it was a horror show. Watched a rerun at random, turned out to be Croatoan. 0% horror 150% codependent brothers. I was hooked from the get-go. Had no idea what was going on plot-wise but their dynamic and emotions and care for each other had me interested and kept me watching for the next 5 years until it ended. And even at the end, their bond is my favorite thing about it.

Why did you keep watching the show?

Another write in, so I’ll explain the reasoning behind the categories. The winner here was “I enjoyed it”, which incorporates any and all positive feelings about the show including liking the stories or the characters. This means that the majority of people continued watching because they liked some aspect of the actual show itself. Next was “having fun about it online”, which includes engaging in fandom and other online communities.

Third was “having fun watching it with my friends” which incorporates continuing because it was something to do/a bonding experience with loved ones. Fourth was “I thought it was going somewhere amazing”, which includes persevering for a specific endgame in mind or just to see how it ended. Fifth was “it was on so i just kept watching it” indicating watching without any large amount of emotional attachment and just as something to do to pass the time.

Some of your comments on this topic include:

when i first started watching i was like. 12 and very repressed (not to traumadump on the supernatural community survey 😅) and like actively closed my eyes so as the show went on i like... figured out I was gay while some writers started more deliberately coding cas. i’m thinking about s12 market research rn apologies. so he just really means a lot to me!! and i remember that when s12 was airing i would very viscerally defend the show like they were paying me. I mean i was adamant that it was a good show and not bad, whcih is something I don’t do at all now. oh yeah also i ragequit the show entirely in the middle of Lebanon. I was INSANELY upset that 1. cas wasnt in the episode (lol) and 2. john was back and they made no attempt to age JDM down (i was like. damn the quality of this shit sucks). I remember I was like viscerally upset after the empty deal episode cuz i was like the ONLY reason they would do this is as a destiel chekhov’s gun, but then I was like but they have no intention of doing earnest destiel. thinking they do is giving them too much credit i’m delusional. and it made me so upset during Lebanon that i stopped watching before Cas showed up 😭 and then i didn’t come back until Nov 5

the show is so terrible and yet i’m stuck with it please get me out of here

I’ll never forgive the show for the way they handled The Gadreel Incident or Demon Dean. Also, deeply embarrassing factoid but watching Supernatural as a teen genuinely helped me deconstruct my evangelical faith and get out of that hell hole and now I’m super gay. I love Supernatural

having grown up in a very unhealthy environment similar to the winchester brothers, the way that the brothers are both horrible for each other yet still the best (only?) available option for happiness is really compelling. plots started falling apart after dean went to hell, but i still enjoyed the show until season 12. i watched spn with my older sister who raised me and the moments of brotherly love broken up by these intense fights, sam pushing dean for independence (and dean acquiescing, at least in the early seasons), the way they take care of each other because literally no other human has been through the same things they have... it's all really dear to my heart.

I loved it until I didnt and it was gradual falling out so I didn’t notice til to late

i genuinely... enjoy the show. supernatural things are my special interest and this show does better than those shitty ghost shows on the travel channel.

I saw myself in some of the characters and the unusual relationship between the brothers got me invested. it wasn't bland and then it became bland.

i kept watching for multiple reasons really; fun horror, family dynamics and impactful storytelling. to be honest it's kinda hard to answer these types of questions though since it's such a long series and one answer applies to one season but not another, you know? so some answers here might not be applicable to all 15 seasons

I used to like this show but after like s8 I just could not do it anymore. Where do you go when the literal apocalypse was in s4? How do you escalate believably? You don't. I literally didn't care about any of the stakes after that and it got stupid and boring.

Honestly I kept on watching after season 12 because of Misha. His acting choices and interpretations were always amazing, from casifer to the empty. Jensen jacting joices kept me here too

Did you go into the show with any particular expectations?

Pretty straightforward question with a pretty evenly split answer! The majority of people did not go in with particular expectations, but just barely. This indicates that there is a pretty even split between people who went in expecting something based on what they had been told of the show and those that went in without them.

Some of your comments about this topic include:

I was going to say yes to the "did you go into it with expectations" because for some reason I expected it to be set in the UK after hearing about it from my aunt but that wasn't an option

Didn't know where else to put this: Few expectations for what the show would be like, had no idea early seasons had such a heavy Sam focus & was deeply disappointed when it went away (& never came back).

What were your expectations?

The nature of the expectations are laid out here. The plurality of people expected “lots of fun horror stuff”, indicating that the most visible element of the show is the genre. This may also mean that it is the element of the show that is most appealing to viewers, as they went in expecting a horror genre show. Second is “good in a bad way”, which means that they had experienced negative feedback from the show and wanted to experience something that is probably not the best quality.

Third is ship related, indicating that about a fifth of respondents came into the show expecting great content for shipping purposes/fandom involvement. Fourth is the family aspect of the show, indicating that this element didn’t seem to be the primary expectation for most. Finally, there’s the quality of storytelling. This seems to be the element that people expected the least going into it.

Some of your comments on this topic include:

I don’t think there should be anymore official Supernatural shows or films. Also I kept watching because I thought it would be more like The X Files with lots of really strong MOTW episodes and it…was not. But there’s still something really fun about watching it and it really hits sometimes, which kind of makes the misses a little forgiveable? Some of them at least. Also, there are some…factions of the fandom that clearly care more about being right than being respectful and having fun, which makes the fandom even more toxic and hard to stand.

i swear there's a watched-supernatural-for-destiel-to-sam-stan pipeline. i swear it's a thing. also i marked myself down as having expectations for destiel, which isn't necessarily entirely true -- i didn't think it would actually be canon and i sure as hell did not go into supernatural expecting good representation, i just heard about a compelling ship and was like "oh sure, i'll watch the show for that". and i didn't start for AGES because i knew it was a """horror""" show and i was a pussy with a low scare tolerance lmfao

i'm trying to remember exactly what my expectations were when i went in, which was years ago. i know that i was disappointed by the horror aspects - i think spn utterly fails as a horror show except when they accidentally write compelling abuse narratives which they don't intend (primarily with dean as the abuser. i do consider john's abuse to be intentional on the part of the writers, however i also think that john's abuse is only compelling because they barely touch it. if they'd shown any more of it than they did it would have popped like a balloon (see: lebanon). however, they make an incredibly compelling, complex, and multifaceted story about domestic abuse with dean as the abuser by never acknowledging that dean does anything wrong, thus allowing him to commit horrific acts without being narratively punished, and while retaining a level of authorial sympathy that allows his motivations and psyche to be explored). but i didn't really go in expecting horror except insofar as that was how the show sold itself within the text. like spn very much does pretend to be a horror show for at least the first three seasons. i did go in expecting shipping stuff because i saw a lot of destiel, but i actually wasn't very compelled by it. like i enjoyed destiel but i didn't really buy it in the text until season six, and even then mostly on cas' end. like i read dean as gay bc his relationships with women were SO disingenuous, but not necessarily as particularly specifically interested in cas. and even now i don't really read dean as in love with cas until s10/11. i did NOT go in expecting "representation" because i had no idea what that meant at the time.

To clarify - I had no expectations about "representation." I knew the show hated gays and even more hated women and poc. I *did* expect Destiel content though, as in stuff that made me insane, and it did make me insane. Also, I put "depth of characters" because there was no solo "Cas" option. I think the only characters with canon depth are Sam and Cas, so it's not like spn is *overall* good at writing characters.

Castiel also for the q above- my expectations were: Castiel. I mean kind of Destiel, but honestly mostly Castiel. I heard about him and yes I did find him highly intriguing/compelling

Like, the expectation I had going in was Buffy but dudes, and I think it was met, especially with all the guest spots from actors who were on Buffy and Angel

To explain my thoughts about expectations about the show, I didn't actually think the show itself was ship heavy, but the fandom was ship heavy, which I liked. I never expected the show to make any ships canon

Coming in, I expected a lot of Destiel -- but in a queerbaiting context. That was one of my reasons for AVOIDING the show for years. Watching it, I can definitely see where the Destiel fans are reading the ship *potential* from -- and as a fandom vet, I'm good with that -- but I don't see it as particularly strong or as queerbaiting (or as canon until 15x18, which made it canon-unrequited). Also, I started with a guide to skipping around and watching the "important" parts, and mid-way through S2 that way went back and watched everything I had skipped. After that, I watched in order but didn't avoid spoilers and jumped into the fandom quickly. I tend to prefer the characterization of later seasons but the plots (both arcs and MOTW) of earlier seasons.

just that i never expected supernatural to have great representation or lots of queerbaiting or content that inspires shipping! i feel like the option i chose for that question doesn't reflect very well how i approached this lol but the important thing (and why i picked it) is that i WAS deluded about what i was signing up for. i was led on lmao and it was surprising, when i started watching the show and realized it's got a hold on me but not at all for destiel reasons. but i never expected it to be the destiel show. (well i did expect queerbaiting which imo i ALMOST never got.) so yeahh i expected the best part of the show, the only enjoyable part to be the dean and cas relationship, and then found so many other things the majority of people on tumblr never mentioned. and found that i don't care about dean and cas </3 destiel really is such a big ship, they fucking fooled me - in my defense this has never happened to me before and i think it's almost completely unique, the discrepancy between canon and the content + interpretations of slash fandom. this amount of discrepancy is destiel-specific. i had no reason to believe so many people could be wrong lmao

Did it meet your expectations?

In the spectrum of meeting expectations, most people were around the middle here. Most people agreed that the show kind of met their expectations, indicating that they did see at least some of what they were coming in for. 30% of respondents had their expectations met completely or almost completely, while 15% saw that the show did not meet their expectations in the least.

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I wish I'd never gotten into it. Major disappointment and a waste of time.

Sam should have died 💅

Supernatural had such brilliant ideas and plot points they consistently overlooked to drive a simpler narrative that was more able to fill the white man hero complex. It wounds me deeply.

fuck buckleming but i owe them my life sometimes ya know?

castiel outstayed his welcome by about 10 seasons

I stopped watching around season 10 because I was tired of the queerbait. I came back when I heard about 15x18 and I haven’t been the same since.

the worst best show to ever have aired

I'll never forgive the show for how it erased Castiel's personhood and how it never allowed Dean to grow and change for longer than an episode. And I'll never forgive the fandom for how they pushed me out when I stopped worshipping Dean Winchester.

It was seasin 9 when it became so tiresome so repetitive how they recicle all the same plitlines and characters learn all the same previousy learned lessons. There is this post about how spn glances at super interesting even and pardon my language feral thungs and then completely ruins it. At the same time Dearh in s5. Right?

I must emphasize the fact that I started watching it ironically and accidentally became Obsessed because there's literally So Much to think about. I love parsing the contradictions and reverse engineering the narrative, finding every perspective and analyzing the text through that lense. depending on what angle you're looking at it with, supernatural changes and I love and hate that about it. additionally, it's so unintentionally funny. giving Sam the SAME SHIRTS 10 YEARS LATER will never not be funny and iconic.

This show has opened my eyes to many things. Many good, many bad. Especially bad tho. This show has shown me how nasty some people can be (homophobic Destiel + literally destroying everything good about the show afterward, probably out of spite). I don't have a favorite season. I have plenty of favorite episodes tho. I don't remember the earlier seasons enough; its been years since I've seen them. But plot wise those were the best. Also you really need to include Midam in your options; after 15x8 and Jake Abel shipping them they've gotten somewhat popular :/

It was the best before it was about apocalipse. If it was just about Sam and Dean's personal journey in what it means to be an angry toxic man while also seeing yourself as the hero, and trying their best to help people despite how it's destroying them, it would be worlds better. Also Castiel should have been like, their friend who has to keep an eye on them from heaven because they get into a few big things too many. I think that's the ideal.

If you have any questions about any details of these parts specifically let me know.

Part 2

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renegade-skywalker · 2 years

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atton x exile brainrot is the main reason I'm even still writing this fic so here is another excerpt from Out of the Abyss that likely needs more editing 🙃

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Atton never expected there to be a day he’d be excited to see the sorry sight of Telos. It’s patchwork landscape greeted him through the viewscreen of the pilot’s computer before he caught a glimpse of it through the front of the cockpit and it was already feeling more like a haven compared to the pathetic excuse of a vacation it was to him merely a week ago.

Upon the first sight of green after a day’s view of the white-blue of hyperspace, Atton almost considered rushing out of the cockpit to tell Eden. But he stopped himself. Part of him felt he owed it to her – the woman had not only thought to feed him back on Peragus but had waltzed into the cockpit, unannounced, to give him a dinner rasher and a half, plus a brimming glass of water from the refresher once she found the ship was fully stocked with at least a month’s worth of food. She hadn’t asked for an update or anything in return. In fact, the woman had barely looked at him as she shoved the food in his direction, already helping herself to a heaping serving of veg-loaf as she both entered and exited the room without so much as a half-uttered word.

Like a civilized person, now properly fed and rested, Atton waited until they were about ready to land until he made any ceremonious announcements. He came upon Kreia first, awkwardly, after having hoped he’d run into Eden and let the woman tell the witch the news in typical grapevine fashion. Instead, he’d run into the old woman just as she was entering the common area.

“I was just about to check on Eden,” Kreia muttered, just as displeased to see Atton as he was her. “I believe she is in the garage tinkering with that droid.”

Atton only shot his eyebrows up in response, noting the apprehension in Kreia’s voice as she made her exit. Kreia gleaned everything she needed to know from Atton’s expectant expression followed by his visible disappointment at seeing her, knowing his head was full of numbers otherwise. She mumbled a half-hearted something about seeing where Telos would lead them and disappeared into her dormitory, abandoning her similar quest to find Eden. Atton sighed.

As soon as he exited the main hold, he heard it.

“…Still examining the survivors of the damaged freighter – looks like it goes by the name of the Ebon Hawk…” a recorded female voice echoed throughout the lofty space, “Only one survivor, placed in the kolto tank for recovery. The carbon scoring on the vessel suggests it was in a battle, but no indication of who fired on it…”

Eden sat on the floor of the garage, her eyes glazed over as she watched a holofeed emitting from T3’s projector. A jolt of grey-blue set the shadows in the immediate area on edge as static flickered through the image, like lightning striking outside a window in a dark room.

“What’s this?” Atton asked.

“Logs from Peragus,” Eden answered, her voice monotone, eyes unblinking.

“…couldn’t get much from the navicomputer. I’m surprised that ship was able to make it inside the Peragus asteroid field without the drift charts.”

T3 bleeped at this, his head nodding up and down proudly to which Atton grumbled, “What is this garbage? I think this droid is just getting off on itself.”

An inane anger ate at him from the inside, momentarily pausing his internal coupling count just as Eden tsked and leaned forward, typing in a command so that T3 played a different log instead.

”…finished my examination of the droids from the Ebon Hawk freighter. The T3 unit looked like it had shut itself down. The protocol droid, however, made up for it. It talked my ear off for most of the hour, asking questions about the facility, the personnel, and so on.”

Atton’s annoyance dissipated as he recognized the man who’d fed him back in security, his goggles propped on his head in the holofeed just as they had been back in the detention center before Atton had blacked out and awoken to a half-naked Eden.

“Finding any patterns?” Eden hissed, brows furrowed. Before Atton could answer she played another clip.

“Something’s wrong. Ever since we picked up that Sith firefight in the region, crewmen haven’t been reporting for their shifts, and I can’t reach people on the comm.” The woman who spoke this time was clearly a Republic officer, her badge glinting white in the static of the feed.

“This is from the Harbinger?” he asked unsurely, crossing his arms now.

Eden only nodded.

“The strange thing is, I keep feeling like someone’s watching us, here in the ship, but I can’t see anyone. I don’t like this.”

A shiver ran through Atton. He couldn’t help but eye Eden, her eyes fixed on the feed from her vantage point on the floor.

“Checking the survivor from the Sith vessel – I’m not sure whether he’s alive or dead, or what’s even keeping him together. His flesh is cracked and scarred, and I’m registering several thousand fractures in his skeleton, as if each bone was splintered repeatedly over time… and then put back together. Judging from the scar tissue, I believe these wounds took place before his death. If so, he must have been in constant pain, since many of them show signs of having healed over before reinjury. I have no idea what’s keeping him together. “

“Sleeps-With-Vibroblades,” Atton muttered, to which Eden nodded. Atton’s senses about the Sith had been correct, no surprise, but part of him was bothered by the fact that he’d never heard of someone like this before. Atton wondered if he’d crossed paths with someone like the undead man they’d glimpsed during his time on Korriban or if he’d blocked it from his memory for reasons Atton believed must have been good if he forgot so easily. It didn’t seem likely, especially considering Sleeps-With-Vibroblades was the thing of nightmares.

The text EMERGENCY BROADCAST flashed within the garage space before the feed continued, as if Atton weren’t already on edge.

“This is the medical officer,” the same woman began again, though this time she was doubled over, hand aching over what was clearly an open wound. Atton tensed despite knowing everything he saw was in the past tense, “The soldiers sent to medical bay have just… died. I don’t know where the subject went – I think he’s gone to find more of the crew. With him are Sith… they just appeared right out of thin air, like they were wearing stealth generators, but… I think they were always on board. When we stopped to pick up that freighter, they must have come aboard the Harbinger. I have no idea how many are on the ship, there could be only a few, or as many as a hundred. And with communications cut off, we can’t call for help. I think that… thing… in the tank… was a Sith Lord… alive this whole time, waiting for something to wake him up.”

Eden stopped the recording and Atton did not know what to say to fill the silence that followed. He swallowed, the awkward sound of it filling the garage, but Eden barely blinked at him before she eventually spoke.

“It all comes down to me,” Eden said, her voice a husk of itself. “The Sith on the Harbinger, the HK on Peragus, and then the Sith following us again out of Peragus… They’re after me. For the price on my head or whatever the case may be, but everyone on that Republic Cruiser? And Peragus? They’re all dead because of me.”

Atton could only stare, a vague memory of what he imagined was Eden suspended in kolto back on Peragus rushing into his mind, unaware to the world around her and how Atton unfortunately factored into it. A kaleidoscope of his half-memory folded over his image of Eden now, harrowed and angry on the floor of the Hawk’s garage.

“I don’t expect you to stay,” she said as she rose to her feet, her eyes steely and her expression stone. “But I intend to see this through. I’ll take you as far as I can before you’re clear of this.”

“Clear of what?” Atton said, not expecting his voice to come out in a whisper. But it did. Eden only squared with him, nearing until their faces were mere inches apart. She did not blink and Atton was afraid to.

“Whatever comes down on us once we reach Telos,” she said huskily. “I have a… feeling.”

She almost laughed, a maddened look overcoming her face before she quelled it with a purposeful cough and a shake of the head. “Just… just trust me on this.”

“Sure,” Atton agreed though he was unsure of what exactly he was agreeing to, yet he knew without a doubt that he would believe almost anything that exited Eden’s mouth. “Sure, yeah.”

Eden nodded, finally blinking until her olive eyes were nearly watering. Atton felt hot, remembering how she’d called him out for noting her eye color earlier, yet it didn’t stop him from admiring the orange corona lining her pupils just before her irises burst in a half-molten bloom of a comforting mossy green, nonetheless.

“Good,” she said. “Good.”

Eden moved passed him, her hand briefly touching his arm as she went. Atton shuddered.

“We’re almost there, by the way,” Atton finally said just as Eden’s silhouette disappeared from the garage. “To Telos. But… you already knew that didn’t you?” he muttered, the second part to himself, feeling the fool all the while knowing Eden could no longer hear him. Or could she?

Despite how used to the view he was getting, at least of Eden, Atton knew he needed to be rid of these Jedi.

Sooner rather than later.

#atton x exile #kotor 2 #atton rand #the jedi exile #fan fiction #blah blah blah #my writing

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athenagrantnash · 3 years

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Who said that the white boy doesn't want to kiss boys? I'm so confused right now.

Well if you watch 9-1-1, up to this point Buck has never show any interest in kissing boys.

At BEST there have been bits of a ship tease (and guess what. I ship tease is JUST ship tease. It is not queerbaiting, it’s the writers saying they see that you ship it but that doesn’t mean it will happen). But shippers seem to think it’s queerbaiting/hinting that Buck is bi if 1) somebody mentions his canon gay LI in Buck’s presence 2) A gay dude makes a joke to his bff about her wanting to hook him up with her brother which she responds to in kind.

Which... okay I’m sorry but those are literally just JOKES! They have absolutely nothing to do with Buck’s sexuality. And if Buck had responded to those with “I don’t swing that way”, there would have been outrage.

But when people are watching a show through shipper goggles they think everything is about the ship/the characters sexuality, even when it’s obviously NOT.

#911 #911 fox #911 on fox #Also I hate to break it to you but Eddie smiling at Buck does NOT mean he's smitten with him #it's a goddamn smile #because they are friends #friends smile at each other #try it sometime #Anonymous #Ask me a question

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I know I'm late but song prompts: I Found by Amber Run or Miss Atomic Bomb by The Killers. Killervibe for the ship (but that much is probably obvious because it's me)

Not late at all!

The song! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9Y5z3jei_U

Send me a ship and a song and I’ll write you a fic from one of the lyrics

Right in Front of Me (talk some sense to me)

When he opened his eyes, Caitlin was right there, smiling at him. “Hi,” she said softly. “Welcome back. I thought you’d be waking up soon.”

“Hey,” he said hazily. “Hiya. Ooo.”

“How do you feel? They’ve backed off on your pain meds.”

“Spacey,” he answered honestly. “Also, kinda stiff all through - ” He waved his right hand at his left side. He couldn’t use his left because his whole arm was splinted up. "Like. That general area.“

Her brows pulled together. “Just stiff? Or actual pain?”

“Stiff. That’s it.” He looked over at the window, which showed him bright sunshine and puffy clouds. The last he remembered, it had been after dark. “Whoa, how long was I out?”

“This time? About four hours. What’s the last thing you remember clearly?”

“Fighting bad guys, and some dude throwing me into a railing, which, rude - but I got up and finished the fight.” He was kind of proud of that, even if he’d started getting wicked dizzy after it was all over.

“That’s it?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You don’t remember screaming and passing out when I started examining you, back at Star Labs?”

He goggled at her. “Wha - whoa. No, sure as hell don’t.”

She nodded. “I made Barry bring you here. It was definitely beyond my capabilities.”

That explained why he was in what seemed to be an actual hospital room and not the comfy, familiar Star Labs medical lab. “What’d that railing do to me?”

“Severe bruising, cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder. Mostly I was concerned for your spleen, and I was right. It ruptured. I’m afraid they had to remove it.”

“Awwww,” he said. “I liked that spleen. Made it myself.”

She smiled a little. “Between the emergency surgery and the heavy-duty narcotics, it’s been about a day and a half.”

He gaped at her. “That long? Have you been here this whole time?”

She smiled again. Her eyes were tight and her shoulders were tight. He wanted to hug her and tell her everything was going to be fine, he was going to be fine. That she didn’t have to worry at all, ever. “I’ll let the nurses know you’re awake.”

After the flurry of nurses and doctors and medical stuff was over, she came back in. “Well, I’ve been talking to your primary and he’s very optimistic. You may be able to go home in three days.” When he didn’t say anything, she added, “I know that sounds really long, but the kind of surgery you had, it would usually be a full week. You’re healing up very well.” She looked thoughtful. “I know you don’t have anything like Barry’s or my metabolic boost, but I wonder if you’ve got at least a little one. Most people don’t bounce back like this.”

He was fiddling with his IV line, brows drawn together. He still felt a little fuzzy around the edges, but some things had come back while he was getting poked and prodded. "So, I guess they gave me some pretty good stuff for the pain.“

"Oh, yes, you were very high.” She laughed a little, but something about it sounded fake. “I’m going to text Barry and let him know you’re awake.”

“Hold off on that a moment,” he said. “It sounds like I woke up a few times, too.”

She hesitated, then said too casually, "Once or twice, for a few minutes. Like I said, you weren’t what I’d call lucid.”

“Right. Did I say some stuff to you?”

Her eyes flickered away. “I didn’t take it seriously. Those were very good drugs. Don’t worry about it.”

He could let this go, Cisco thought. He could drop it entirely. Everyone knew painkillers made you loopy. If he had said what he remembered saying, it was something he’d been stopping himself from telling her for months now. The words welled up inside him, bumping against the back of his teeth, tingling in the tips of his fingers, begging to be said or texted or just somehow, some way, let out.

But he’d been keeping them locked up for a very good reason. Because if he let them out, it was going to change everything. Because no matter what, she’d never look at him the same again. The words would always be there between them.

If he had any sense at all, he’d follow her lead and pretend he’d forgotten all about it.

“But what did I say?”

Clearly, he didn’t have a lick of sense.

“Please, can we stop talking about this,” she said in a small, high voice, like she was trying not to cry.

He gulped. “Did I say something nasty to you?”

“I told you I didn’t take it seriously.”

“Because what I remember saying is that I love you. But if it came out wrong, I’m so sorry. Please tell me.”

“No, that’s - that’s what you said. But like I told you, it’s all right. I know it was the drugs talking. The state you were in, you would have declared your love to a can of Pringles. I know you didn’t mean it.” She jumped up and crossed the room, rooting through her purse with her hair falling down in a curtain between them. “I’m texting Barry. Do you want him to bring you anything from your place? Your tablet?”

He sat blinking at the side of her head.

Well.

Shit.

He hadn’t considered this possible reaction.

“How do you know?”

“What?” she said, muffled, still hunched over her phone.

“How do you know I didn’t mean it?”

She made some kind of quick motion, as if something were on her face and she was brushing it away. “I told you, those drugs - ”

“So anything I said while tripping balls is automatically null and void?”

She let a breath so hard it fluttered the ends of her hair.

“Hey. Would you look at me?”

After a moment, she turned around. He gestured her toward him. “C'mere. I want you to check my pupils. My reflexes. Whatever you need so you know I’m in my right mind.”

She took a few steps toward him, until she stood at the end of the bed. “I saw your dosage. I’ve been talking to you this whole time. So I’m confident you’re reasonably lucid and aware.”

This close, he could see there was a little red around her eyes. It made his heart lurch.

This was stupid. He was out of his mind. What was he thinking, pushing for something that would change their entire friendship? He was still high. He was going to make everything weird and awkward and -

His feelings swelled up in him, filling in all the spaces between muscle and tendon and bone, pushing at his skin, spilling out his mouth. “I love you.”

Her lips parted. Her throat moved.

“I’ve loved you for awhile now, and I’ve been stopping myself from saying anything, but I can’t stop myself anymore. I’m sorry if it makes things weird, and I’m not saying it to get any kind of anything back from you, I just - ”

She bolted around the side of the bed, half-knelt on the edge of the bed (doing her best to avoid all the wires and tubes), put her hands on his face, and gave him the lightest, gentlest kiss he’d ever gotten.

“Mmmph?” he said.

She pulled back. “You had internal bleeding. Your blood pressure dropped like a stone,” she said in a trembling voice. “I was so afraid I was going to lose you on my table. And all I could think was that I’d - ” She hiccupped. “That I’d never told you how I felt.”

He took her wrists. Her pulse fluttered under his fingertips. “How you felt?”

“I love you,” she said. “I don’t know how long it’s been going on, but a few weeks back I realized I was in love with you and I didn’t know what to do about it. Because you were right there in front of me every day, acting normal, just like we’ve always been with each other. We’ve always been - ”

“Us,” he said. “We’ve always been us, and that’s never been romantic before.”

She nodded. “And when you said you loved me, all I wanted was for it to be true. But I knew how strong the drugs were, and I told myself I n-needed to be sensible, and - and - ” Her mouth was trembling.

He kissed it. “What’s sensible about love? You wanna find out what us looks like when it is romantic?”

“Yes,” she said, letting out her breath and leaning her forehead against his. “I really would.”

Ten minutes of whispering and kisses and the gentlest possible cuddling later, Barry came in. He checked on the threshold, blinking at them. “Hey,” he said. “Guys. Cisco, are you still - uh - ?”

“Just high on love,” Cisco said.

Barry cracked up, while Caitlin huffed and rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, and attempted to bite back the silly smile on her face.

“Nice,” Barry said, setting down the bag. “See, I told you he meant it.”

“Yes, you did,” Caitlin said.

Cisco looked at her with unholy glee. “I said it in front of him?”

Barry laughed. “You said it whenever you noticed she was in the room, and she’s been here since about two minutes after you arrived. So, I figure by this time the entire hospital knows.”

“That’s fine by me,” Cisco said, curling his fingers through Caitlin’s. “You?”

“Now that I know it wasn’t the drugs talking? Go ahead. Tell the world.”

FINIS

#Caitlin Snow #Cisco Ramon #Killervibe #fanfiction #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #musical prompt party #fluff!#also mentions of gross body stuff #sorry #the flash #starlabsforever

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