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eyesofshinigami · 2 months
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Alley Oop
Rating: G
CW: None
Tags: Established relationship, supportive Wayne, sports talk, Eddie loves Steve
Prompt: For @sparklyslug "Love is secretly studying up on the nerd shit he's into" (I took it in a slightly different direction, but it was fun!)
WC: 709
Written for @steddielovemonth Day 11
Eddie thought he would get away with it. That no one would know. It could just be his little secret and then he could pull it out and impress Steve and show him that he does listen when he talks.
“What are you doing, boy?” 
Eddie nearly pops out of his skin, throwing the magazine over his shoulder and nearly braining Wayne with it. “What?! Nothing! I’m doing nothing!” he cries out, turning around and trying to act casual.
Wayne raises an eyebrow. “Then why are you acting like I just caught you with your hand in the cookie jar?” He folds his arms and pins Eddie with a look. “You know, I already told you I’m okay with you and Steve and what you get up to, as long as you-”
“Oh my god, no, Wayne. It’s nothing like that,” Eddie groans, letting his head thunk against the table. His uncle thinking he was looking at porn in the middle of their kitchen is almost worse than what he was looking at. “I’mreadingaboutsports,” he grits out quickly.
“What was that now?”
Eddie sighs. “I said… I’m reading about sports. Picked up some magazines from Melvald’s.”
Wayne looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “I don’t think I’m following, son.” 
“I’m trying to learn more about sports. You know. For Steve.” Eddie talked a lot of shit about sports in high school, knows deep down it’s not really his thing, but he can’t deny how much he loves how Steve gets when he gets to share his passion for them. For all that Steve talks about how dumb he is, the guy has a brain like a steel trap when it comes to statistics, plays, maneuvers, and players. He can recall how his favorite sports team fared ten years ago, he can calculate a batting average off the top of his head, and he can predict a play that a coach is going to call before the coach does. It’s frankly pretty impressive. How could Eddie not want to indulge that? “He’s been playing in my new campaign and having a lot of fun, so… I thought I would do the same for him?”
Wayne’s lips quirk up in a smile. “You asking me or telling me?” Eddie lets out a noise like a deflating balloon, which makes Wayne laugh. “I’m only picking at ya, boy. But I think that’s sweet. And I know he’ll appreciate it. You ought to see the way that he looks at ya when we’re all watching the game together.” 
That makes Eddie feel a little gooey inside. It makes him happy to know that other people see how happy they make each other. “Yeah. I want to like… understand what he’s talking about. It’s a lot more complicated than getting a ball in a laundry basket.” He chuckles, remembering the rant he sent Steve on when he said that. He’d been teasing, but when he thought back, he might have felt the same if Steve made a comment like that about one of his monsters or a plot he’d come up with. 
See? He’s growing as a person!
“Even if you don’t like it, it’ll mean something to him that you’re trying.” Wayne reaches out and ruffles Eddie’s hair, the same way he’s done since Eddie was a kid. “Y’all are good for each other. I was skeptical about that boy when you first brought him ‘round, but I see it now. You keep taking care of each other like this and it’ll work out just fine.” Wayne bends down and picks up the magazine from the floor and hands it back to Eddie. “Better get to studying. The Pacers game is next weekend and I bet Steve would appreciate a trip down to Indianapolis…”
With a wink, Wayne leaves him be. 
The wheels in Eddie’s head are already turning, thinking about how he can rope Robin into helping him get tickets. Maybe they can make a weekend of it, rent a hotel room and go out to dinner and just be with each other for a while.
Yeah, that sounds excellent. Eddie will get right on that, right after he learns the difference between a bank shot and a free throw.
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merlincinema · 1 month
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Artist/s: dollopbrain (@myoonmii) Title: Merlin Stardust AU  Rating: General  Pairing: Merlin/Arthur  Character/s: Merlin , Arthur  Media: Merlin(BBC) , Stardust (2007) Warnings: None  Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53963371 Artist’s Notes: I really enjoyed creating this piece as a part of the cinema fest, specially because it gave me the chance to get this Merthur AU out of my head!
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desceros · 5 months
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Idk if you accept requests (which is fine- I'm just thirsty) but do you think you'll ever write more Bayverse Donnue X Reader? That recent fic you did was too cute and the way you write his dorkiness is elite. Ilysm ❤️
will i write more bayverse donnie the people wonder, not knowing my google drive has about twenty more ideas yeah i'll take them! it'd probably be pretty fun to have a little collection going on ao3 for that kind of thing, but i'll post them here until i get enough to pull that together. for now, here's a cute little thing i pulled together for you! hope you enjoy <3 Donatello/Reader, GN!Reader, pining, donnie being a tender dork
“You’re starin’.” 
Raph’s finger pokes between your eyes, prompting you to swat him out of the way. Shooting him a brief scowl, you huff in annoyance. “Yeah? And? I’m busy. Go away.” 
Raph, apparently gunning for the title of most annoying turtle you know, does not go away. He sits next to where you’re leaning on the table, chin in your hands and gazing adoringly at Donatello. 
Donatello who, fiddling with some kind of contraption he’s working on, has his tongue sticking out.
“He’s so cute,” you sigh, a little sick with it. 
“It’s gross.”
“Uh, you’re gross,” you tell him, nose wrinkling. “Don’t you have anything better to do? I'm trying to enjoy this. Make like a tree and leaf.”
Donnie turns the contraption around in his hands, and then his face lights up as something apparently clicks into place in his mind. With a little giggle, he grabs a different screwdriver and gets to work. 
“Oh my god,” you wail softly, hands covering your mouth because it’s too much. 
Raph folds his arms, and you can feel how hard he rolls his eyes. “You ever consider talkin’ to him?”
“I talk to him all the time,” you dodge with the elegance of an elephant. 
“You know what I mean.” He nudges you with his foot, except he forgets a little that he’s a mutant turtle and you are what he likes to call a squishy. 
“Ow! Fucker!” you hiss, reaching out to pinch him. You’re stopped, however, when you hear Donnie calling your name.
“You okay?” he asks, raising his goggles up from his eyes and blinking to readjust to normal vision. His hands have stilled on the contraption, lowering it to his lap as he stops what he’s doing to check in at the sound of your pain. He looks like he's about to get up and come check with his own two hands, like hearing it won't be enough.
Oh, god, you’re in so much trouble.
“Y-Yeah! I’m fine!” you answer sweetly, squawking when Raph’s hand collides with your back between the shoulder blades and knocks you forward. 
“Geez, you’re so squishy,” he says. 
“Hey, watch it,” Donnie says, a frown marring his beak. “You know they don’t have a shell, right? Be gentle!” 
Groaning, Raph rolls his eyes again, pushing away from the table to stand. “Okay, I can’t handle both of ya being like this. I’m out.” 
Rubbing where your rib cage had hit the edge of the table a little hard, you glare at his shell before you look back to Donnie. He too seems a bit miffed, though his gaze gets a little sweet, a little shy when it meets your own. He wiggles his fingers in a tiny wave before he clears his throat, picking his contraption back up with hands that look a little unsteady, like now he can feel the way you’re watching him and it’s having an effect. Sure enough, his glance darts up to meet your own, just for a second before he looks back down, hands working faster and tongue darting nervously over his lips. 
…Oh, yeah. You’re in so much trouble.
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fine-nephrit · 2 months
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🥏 TXF Fic Rec #9: "A Few Thousand Plus One" by mldrgrl
Funny, cute, and totally in character, today’s fic is our duo having a conversation in a diner, just like a few thousand times they have already done across America, but this one is a little special.
Their back-and-forth verbal dance is a chef’s kiss. Mulder is witty, charming, and determined, and Scully is her usual no-nonsense eyebrow-raising self. The ending is quite perfect.
I adore this story. It will put a delightful grin on your face.
🥏 A Few Thousand Plus One by mldrgrl (@mldrgrl)
Length: Short, 2,000+ words Season: No Era Given Relationship(s): M/S UST Tags: humor, fluff Rating: G
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hp-fanfic-archive · 2 months
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seventeen moons by we_built_the_shadows_here Pairing: Severus/Lily Rating: G Word Count: 6k “The scar is small, at least,” Pomfrey says, pulling the bandage snug around the cleaned wound. There’s a pity in her voice that makes Severus want to throw up again. “It will be easily covered.” Dumbledore catches him inspecting it, as if mesmerized. “You are lucky to have survived at all,” the Headmaster says. Severus does not say I don’t feel very lucky because it is stupid and obvious. Instead, he says unsteadily, “I want to press charges, sir.” Pomfrey stills, tightening the bandage to the point of discomfort. “Remus Lupin would be executed,” Dumbledore says. “The Ministry takes a dim view of werewolves who infect other wizards.”
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eirenical · 3 months
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For the "Character-centric stories in 1k or less" prompt:
Di Feisheng and "what would happen to a houseplant in his care" (but obviously caring for any herb or vegetable Li Lianhua has planted is fair game!)
:D Thanks!
@bbcphile you have NO idea what you started this afternoon. XD I am so glad you shared that cracktastic plot bunny with me, because it rooted itself in my brain and wouldn't let go, so I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RESULT. XD
This clocked in at 2,365 words when all was said and done, so I just chucked it directly onto AO3.
...also because I'm seriously considering coming back and playing with this 'verse some more. XD
Enjoy? ^_^
From the Mud of Adversity (2365 words) by eirenical Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Di Feisheng/Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Di Feisheng & Wuyan Characters: Di Feisheng, Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Wuyan (Mysterious Lotus Casebook), Monk Wuliao Additional Tags: brief appearance by - Freeform, Fang Duobing - Freeform, Crack Treated Seriously, ...mostly, Transformation, Lotus flowers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Donghai Battle
Summary:
A single lotus flower lay in the sand, its red-tipped white petals half-buried, its broad green leaves wilted and mangled, its stem twisted upon itself and nearly broken. The pull of gravity on his body now that he had stopped was too much, and Di Feisheng folded slowly to his knees beside the ruined lotus. His thoughts drifted as he laid back down beside it, gently freeing its petals from the sand as he fought to keep himself awake. What a pair we must make, little lotus. Each broken and bleeding and far from where we belong… It was certainly his imagination, a hallucination brought on by encroaching fever or the sun beginning to beat down from overhead, but he'd have given almost anything if the grumpy voice he thought he heard in response had been real. ~Speak for yourself, Di-mengzhu. I'll be on my feet again before you know it.
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mentorandstudentzine · 4 months
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lockwood-fic-recs · 10 days
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can you recommend a fic where lockwood is the most. amazing. lovely. boyfriend? where he's protective and just so supportive and lovely...... i need a good fluff desperately.✨
of course!! soft boyfriend lockwood fluff coming right up <3
Eye of the Beholder by cassiopeia_story | T | Oneshot | Established Locklyle
Lucy is fed up with Lockwood calling her beautiful.
2. You Can Hold My Hand If No One's Home by bandgeekbuckley | G | Oneshot | Established Locklyle
The one in which Lockwood yet again demonstrates that he’ll do just about anything for Lucy, even if that means washing the dishes.
3. sweet nothing by menina123 | G | Oneshot | Established Locklyle
Lockwood can't stop unintentionally calling Lucy terms of endearment. Or: five names Lockwood has for Lucy and one she has for him.
4. I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around by orionsbeltt | T | Oneshot | Pre-Locklyle, Getting Together
Lucy gets stood up on a date, so Lockwood tries to make her feel better.
5. Frozen Noses, Frozen Toes (The Frozen City Starts to Glow) by cherriepixie27 | G | Oneshot | Pre-Locklyle, Getting Together
Lockwood takes Lucy ice skating.
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lightsonparkave · 6 months
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“The Haunted,” a panel edit from Young Avengers vol.1 #4, July 2005.Text from Greek Lessons by Han Kang, tr. Deborah Smith & Emily Yae Won.
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winterknights · 4 months
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ART: The Secret Ingredient
Title: The Secret Ingredient Artist: Laevateinn Pairing(s): Merthur Prompt: #33: "Hunith teaches Arthur the family Christmas biscuit recipe. Established Merthur." Art Medium: Moodboard Rating: General Contains (Highlight to view): *Fluff, Modern AU* Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Notes: Happy holidays!
Summary: Merlin and Arthur have been together for quite some time now, it is only fair he helps around for Christmas.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52106473
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roxannarambles · 1 year
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title: tesoro
ship: nemona x juliana (fluff, pre-romance)
summary: mr. jacq’s students give their final reports on their treasure hunt
notes: edited the story, tweaked a few things, I like it better now! (also, it’s in second-person POV now. apologies if second person isn’t your thing. but I kept accidentally slipping into that pov a zillion times so I just went with it)
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It was time for the class to give their oral reports on the Treasure Hunt, and you were nervous as heck.
Yes, the time spent during your independent study had been incredible, but it did come with one downside. It was still technically part of your class curriculum, so every student was expected to write and submit a paper about their experiences, as well as deliver an oral report to the class. Honestly, it wasn't particularly difficult. Most students simply went up there and rambled a bit about whatever they spent the past six months doing.
A lot of students talked about trying out the gym circuit, or about the different towns they'd visited, or about a really cool and rare pokemon they'd stumbled across while out hiking, or what-have-you. One student loved fishing so they talked about all the different places they'd fished, another student was obsessed with hunting shiny pokemon, another student had researched the historical ruins scattered throughout Paldea. It was actually kind of fun hearing about everyone's experiences.
Or at least, it would have been, if you could have focused at all. But you were too busy feeling anxious about your own presentation. Giving talks in front of a class had never been one of your strong suits. Your stomach was tied up in knots, and you were trying very hard to ignore your nausea. Beside you, Nemona gave a sympathetic smile and patted your shoulder. In a quiet voice, she said,
"It's gonna be fine, Jules. Just imagine it's like a pokemon battle! You don't get nervous when everyone's watching you battle, right?"
You gave her a weak smile.
"Actually, that makes me kinda nervous too."
Nemona's eyes widened a little.
"Wait, seriously? No way. I had no idea. You always seem so calm and collected."
"Mmm," you mumbled, closing your eyes. Nemona patted you again, reassuring you,
"You'll do maravillosa, I know it."
You hadn't been paying any attention to the student currently talking, but they must have finished their report, because the class abruptly launched into polite applause. You snapped your eyes open and politely applauded along with everyone else, watching the student return to their seat as Mr. Jacq praised their efforts.
"Thanks again, Lorenzo, for such an engaging review of the restaurants of the west province. I definitely learned of some new places to try when I'm in the area! Now, let's see . . ."
The professor glanced down briefly at the clipboard in his hand.
"Ah! Yes, it looks like it's Juliana's turn next. Wonderful!"
You felt her heart give a sudden lurch and you swallowed, feeling the eyes of the class drawn to you. Ok, well, at least you're finally getting this over with, right? Timidly, you stood from your seat and brought over the little flash drive that had the slides for your presentation. It only took you a minute or so to plug into the computer and launch the file, but you had to focus to try and keep your hands from looking jittery.
Once the first slide appeared on the overhead projector, you turned and gave the class a nervous smile. You forced out,
"H-hi everybody . . . my name's Juliana. As. Most of you already know."
Well, yeah. You'd all spent the entire semester together by now. Not to mention you were the youngest Champion in all of Paldea, too, that kinda had been announced to the whole school.
You coughed, stammering out,
"A-anyway! Eheheh, this, is my report on my Treasure Hunt!"
From the middle of the room, Nemona gave a spirited,
"Whoo!"
There was an awkward silence. You laughed nervously before changing the slide.
"R-right, anyway . . ."
You did your best to just focus on your notes and get through the material you'd prepared. You started by talking about all the gyms you had visited and challenged, and the things you'd learned from your successive battles, each of the gym leaders offering interesting new perspectives on pokemon battling and on life in general. The same was true of the Elite Four and the Top Champion. Then you delved a little into your adventures with Arven, tracking down and battling the massive Titan pokemon and locating their secret dens with rare, exotic herbs. The battles themselves were noteworthy, but you also talked about the stuff you learned about backpacking across the wilderness and roughing it in the wild, as well as getting to know Arven better. You dedicated a portion of your talk to Koraidon, as well, because he was your precious baby boy and you loved him more than anything (well, your whole team was dear to you, too, of course). You also talked about the experience of finding and helping out the members of Team Star. It took time to earn their trust, but eventually you learned about them and about the history of Naranja Academy, both the good and the unpleasant. Eventually, you were able to help the members of Team Star gather the courage to face their pasts and return to school, mending the bridges they had thought had been burned and unmendable.
The events that had transpired in Area Zero had to be omitted from your talk, of course, but even glossing over all that, there was plenty to talk about. It had been a very, very busy six months, packed to the brim with adventure and excitement. And to your relief, the report went fairly smoothly. Once you'd gotten into things, it had become much easier to just focus on what you wanted to say and get through the talk you'd carefully practiced.
However, the main portion of the talk wasn't really the thing that had caused you the most anxiety. It was the ending of the speech that truly worried you. The ending that was now rapidly approaching.
You flipped the slide, struggling to keep your cool. You glanced at the bullet points on your slide and continued talking.
"So, ah, as I've been explaining, a lot happened during my independent study! And there are a lot of things I found that I would call my treasure. Like, for instance, my friends. I met so many new friends on this journey and they've all been so amazing. Also, my pokemon. I've raised these little guys from the itty bitty babies I found toddling around in the wild and . . . honestly, I'd do anything for them. We've been through so much. And, of course, all the experiences I had. The big exciting moments, but also all the calm, soft ones. Just having picnics out in the South Province, or walking on the beach, or seeing the sunsets from Levincia, all that stuff. I treasure all of those things. I've been really lucky."
All right, here it comes. You pulled in a nervous breath and hesitated, glancing around at your audience. Were you really doing this? Truthfully, it was probably gonna be fine. You were probably worried about nothing. It's not like there was anything weird about what you wanted to say or anything. But, well, part of you was still scared it might come off as too . . . too sappy or something.
Urgh. You just needed to quit second-guessing yourself and just do it.
Clearing your throat, you say,
"B-but, uhm, when I asked myself what my greatest treasure was, uh, there was something that . . . did come to mind. That's not to devalue any of the other things I've mentioned, of course! They are all deeply important to me. But there is something that makes me feel the most excited, that feels . . . that feels the most precious to me."
Ah, jeez. As the students watched you with intent curiosity, you could feel your heart picking up speed and a blush began to creep onto your face. Okay yeah maybe this was too sappy, but it was too late now, oh god.
You forced yourself to reach over to the laptop and hit the button, changing the slide, and a large photo of Nemona appeared, her auburn eyes bright and her grin positively jubilant, as usual. Doing your very best to speak in a normal voice, you squeaked,
"A-and t-that's my friend Nemona!"
You tried very hard to not make eye contact with anyone in the classroom and just stay focused on your report, although you couldn't help but hear a startled little gasp from somewhere in the middle of the room, which definitely sounded exactly like Nemona.
Okayjustfocusjustkeeptalking
You opened your mouth and forged ahead, the words tumbling out.
"T-the truth is, I've had a lot of difficulties in my life with anxiety and, other mental health issues. Most people don't know that, probably none of you do, I don't really talk about it. But yeah, when I first moved here, Nemona was so welcoming the moment I arrived, and she, she was . . . willing to get to know me and see me for who I am, I guess is the best way of putting it. And she actually liked that person she found? And it meant so much to me, and she became my best friend, but to be honest, she was also my first friend, the first one I was close to,  I mean-- like, truly close to. And I can't even begin to say how special that is to me."
You paused to suck in a breath, the thoughts swirling in your head, and continued ardently,
"And she's such a wonderful person. She's full of so much love for life, so much contagious energy, you know? She reminds me of the important things in life, of the stuff that matters most-- which is going after the things that you love, the stuff that makes you feel alive, and pursuing it no matter what! I feel like I'm a better person around her, like she brings out the best in me. And I admire her so much."
You had no idea if your thoughts were coming out coherently or not, but you could only hope so.
"That's not even going over how she re-ignited my interest in pokemon battles and a bunch of other stuff, but I don't wanna ramble or anything, heh . . . I just, uh . . . well, knowing that we're always gonna be there for each other, it's . . . it's the best feeling in the whole world."
You cleared your throat and glanced to the floor, adding quietly,
"S-so, um, yeah. She's. My greatest treasure."
There was a pause, the room completely silent, and you felt like you could hardly breathe. You turned and smacked the button on the computer, flipping to your end slide, and blurted quickly,
"Anyway that's my presentation, the end, thanks everyone, okay bye!"
You were about to just bail, but a smiling Mr. Jacq stepped in the way before you could, so you remained rooted to the spot.
"Thank you, Juliana! That was wonderful! Such an insightful and heartfelt report. Wouldn't you agree, class?"
There was an enthusiastic smattering of applause from the class, and you ducked her head, embarrassed but relieved at the same time. Your teacher continued to praise you for a bit, and you took the first opportunity to quickly return to your seat and exit the spotlight.
Although, returning to your seat was certainly a little awkward, considering you were returning to sit beside Nemona. You didn't have the guts to look at her during the presentation, but you could now see Nemona was blushing quite the intense shade of pink, her eyes glued to her desk, while the students around you casted glances and giggled. You sat down, feeling terrified you may have upset your friend. Did you embarrass her too much? Or . . . god, you should have asked her first if she'd be okay with this, damn it, damn it. Feeling awful, you turned to Nemona and stammered quietly,
"S-sorry if that was embarrassing, I uhh I was just, well, I was trying not to ramble or anything but I just, w-wanted to-- I'm sorry, I should have asked if you--"
Nemona's eyes darted up to yours, wide and disbelieving, and she quickly cut you off.
"Don't say sorry, Jules, that was, it was-- so sweet, I-I-- nobody's ever said anything that nice about me before! Don't you dare apologize for that, that was incredible!"
Nemona's voice had sounded so raw, and she looked nearly on the verge of tears. The fear gripping you immediately evaporated, and you released a breath. With a shy smile, you stammered,
"Oh, o-okay, good! I'm-- I'm glad you liked it . . ."
Nemona huffed, grabbing your arm and leaning in close, muttering so the class couldn't overhear;
"You're lucky I have the self-restraint to not make a big ole' scene in the middle of class, cos I am going to hug the stuffing out of you the second I get the chance, you know that? I'll be sobbing and it's gonna be sooo embarrassing."
You felt a grin edging onto your face.
"I mean, if you wanna make a scene right here, I wouldn't exactly mind . . ."
You hesitated, and then the words slipped out softly,
". . . mi tesoro."
Nemona's pretty auburn eyes went completely wide, her fingers tightening around your arm, and her entire being seemed to positively shake from the force of trying to keep quiet. Her voice was rough and squeaky when she uttered,
"Wh-what-- Jules, I-I--"
You felt worried Nemona was going to break down right then and there; her eyes were watering and she looked as though she was seriously considering picking you up and carrying you right out of the classroom, but a voice suddenly interrupted the moment, causing you both to jump.
"A-hem, now, class, I know you're excited to talk about these wonderful presentations, but I'll need to remind you to save most of that for the end of class, okay?"
You turned to see Mr. Jacq was side-eyeing you both with an amused expression.
"Y-yessir," you say, while Nemona nodded mutely. Slowly, as if it was physically painful to do so, Nemona detached herself from you. She looked so sad, like an excitable puppy that had been scolded for jumping up on someone.
Mr. Jacq had already moved on, checking his clipboard.
"I believe that Isabella is next? Do you have everything ready to go, Isabella?"
"The second after class, Jules," Nemona's whisper in your ear was so terse it practically sounded like a threat, although with the way she was struggling to maintain composure, it was a very emotional one. You suddenly felt very bad for flustering her so much, but the truth was you hadn't really intended to. Unfortunately, there were still like ten or so students left to give their reports, so you both had to keep quiet and behave for just a while longer.
Although you weren't gonna lie, you couldn't focus much. Nemona maintained a facade of listening to your fellow classmates, but she kept shooting you lingering glances, her warm eyes full of such soft adoration, and it was honestly really distracting, because you felt like your heart was melting into goo. You were pretty sure you did not absorb a single thing the presenters were saying, and boy it felt like they were taking forever.
The funniest part was, Nemona had yet to give her presentation. Which you had completely forgot. Until Mr. Jacq checked his clipboard and announced,
"And it's finally time for our last student! Nemona, are you ready?"
Nemona bounced up from her seat faster than you'd ever seen her move, as if struck by a live wire. She gave an exuberant,
"You bet I am!"
Some of the class laughed and you struggled to quash your startled expression, because how in the heck did you forget Nemona hadn't gone yet? You'd been the one to help her work on her rough drafts for weeks, jeez!
Now you felt especially bad for distracting Nemona so much before her big talk. However, as it turned out, it didn't seem to be a problem. As Nemona bounded to the front of the class, she seemed perfectly focused on giving her report. She quickly fired up her slideshow, eyes gleaming.
You felt a flash of admiration at her ability to focus so sharply. Perhaps it was all of her experience with pokemon battles. It would make sense, honestly.
Nemona proceeded to launch into her talk, positively brimming with energy.
"All right, class, time to strap in! Because we're about to take a trip on the Nemona Roller Coaster, guaranteed to be full of the biggest ups and downs and shocking turnabouts you've ever seen on a Pokemon Gym circuit since 2021! (That was my first time to complete the gym challenge) It all started when I met Jules and Director Clavell gave me Sprigatito, to build a new team from scratch! As you'll see from this slide, here are little Spriggy's stats, and here's his nature, which is Jolly. Now, Jolly's a great nature for this pokemon, especially if you take a look at these IVs. . ."
You glanced around at the rest of class, amused by their mixed responses. Some students looked excited and interested while others were clearly mentally checking out already. Nemona had a reputation of getting down into the nitty-gritty details of pokemon battling, including some rather lengthy blow-by-blows of her battles and strategies, which some students found to be intensely boring. However, she also was very good at making the battles seem very dramatic and exciting, so plenty of other students seemed to really enjoy it when she had the spotlight. You didn't care whether Nemona was recounting an especially pivotal moment of a match or presenting spreadsheets on her EV training; whatever she was discussing, she did with a passion that was peerless, and you could listen to her for hours. And even though you'd already seen most of this presentation content while helping her out, you still enjoyed seeing her recite it for the class, covering an incredible amount of material packed into such a short timeframe. Nemona's focus was her journey re-challenging all the gyms, although she highlighted other significant battles along the way, too, including especially feisty trainers she'd met at random or her battles with you, of course.
You knew what the pièce de résistance, the crowning jewel of Nemona's talk was. She had built her presentation's narrative carefully, to climax with the battle that the two of you had shared in the middle of the Mesagoza square; the very first time Nemona had gone at you with everything she had. During this portion of the talk, Nemona dropped most of her technical analyses, opting instead to focus more on the drama and the feelings elicited by the battle, which managed to draw in even the most bored of students in class. Nemona was practically vibrating as she recounted things, and you couldn't help feeling swept up again in the memories, the way your heart pounded, the way your hands shook when you took the pokeballs from your belt, the way your chest squeezed when you saw the fire burning in Nemona's eyes as bright as a Volcarona from across the battlefield.
When the last pokemon in Nemona's story had been felled, she rolled into her final slide, providing a conclusion that was short but sweet.
"And that's when I realized; I'd found my greatest treasure. A true rival. I'd gotten so used to holding back whenever I battled, because I was so worried about making sure people were having fun, and making sure people actually wanted to keep battling me. But it was never really satisfying, deep down. And now, I've finally found someone who can meet me exactly at where I am, an equal. Someone who really gets me!"
She looked across the classroom at you, beaming. With absolute convinction, she said,
"A battle partner for life. Mi tesorita. That's Juliana."
You blushed at her words, glancing away from her intensity. Aughhh, she was trying to kill you, you should have seen this coming.
The students began to clap enthusiastically at the report's completion, but Nemona's voice piped up over the applause.
"But wait wait wait, that's what I put in my report, that's how I ended it, but Juliana's talk, she made me realize my report isn't entirely complete!"
The class quieted down again and you watched as Nemona stepped forward, ignoring her slides and speaking off the cuff.
"Yes, I'd finally found my rival, that's true, and that's fantastic! But it's more then that. Juliana's not just an amazing rival, she's someone I trust more than anything and someone who makes me stronger, makes me better! And she always keeps me on my toes and is always surprising me, no matter how much I get to know her! And she's someone who shares my burning passion, and she makes me laugh, and she makes my heart race, even when we're not battling! Heck, just being around her is exciting, it kind of reminds me of that one time I was exploring the Alfornada cave and I had a team of like level 20's but I accidentally ran into a level SIXTY Garchomp, and it terastallized and I was shaking and--"
At this point, quite a number of students where giggling and whispering, shooting you glances, and you were quietly trying to sink into the desk, face hot and cheeks red, but Nemona kind of had a hard time noticing social cues, so she remained blissfully ignorant of her classmates. Fortunately, Professor Jacq was more perceptive in that area and coughed, stepping in.
"R-right, well, we're running a bit short on time, but thank you, Nemona, for such a beautiful talk! Class, let's thank Nemona for her incredible effort and the perfect conclusion to our Treasure Hunt reports!"
You kept your head down as the class dissolved into applause; a few moments later, the school bell chimed. Shouting over the suddenly rowdy noise of the students eager to leave, Mr. Jacq called,
"All right, class, that'll be it for today, but don't forget Monday's reflection paper, due at the start of class! Check the website if you need a reminder of the guidelines. And have a great weekend!"
Nemona returned to her desk like a streak of light, grabbing up her backpack and then seizing your hand.
"You're coming with me, tesorita. I think if I gotta wait any longer to hug you I'm gonna actually die."
You grab your backpack as she pulls you along, your heart fluttering, and you answer,
"O-okay, haha, Nemona, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Your classmates kept shooting you both glances as Nemona hauled you quickly down the halls, and you knew they were gossiping, but you couldn't seem to bring yourself to really care.
The moment you step outside, she swings you into the promised hug with such force she actually lifts you into the air a bit, and you can't help but dissolve into laughter. She squeezes you tight, so tight it almost hurt, but it's lovely and it's fierce and you don't want it to stop, but eventually you have to beg her to let you breathe again.
She released her death-grip, but switched to kissing the top of your head, over and over, and you squirmed and laughed. She eventually paused to say,
"That's for using the most adorable nickname on me in the history of ever in the middle of class! You're terrible, you know that?"
You grin up at her, and it's like gazing into the sun, her energy always filling you entirely whenever she was around, almost too bright to handle. You answer,
"To be fair, I think you managed to get pretty decent revenge during your report."
Nemona laughed, shifting into a satisfied smirk.
"True! I think I did a pretty good job, considering how hard you were trying to distract me."
Your mind echoed back the tangent that Nemona had gone on at the end of her report, and you felt a blush threatening to return at the thought of it. Before you could think the better of it, you blurt,
"U-uh, about that . . . stuff you said at the end, about the Garchomp and everything . . ."
She lit up with a smile.
"Oh, you wanna hear more about it, yeah? Of course! So, it all started when I was visiting Alfornada, and I heard people talking about a nearby cave with really strong pokemon--"
"N-no, not that," you interrupt, feeling mildly exasperated, because of course that's the part she'd focus on.
"I meant, um, the part when you said that . . . uh . . . being around me felt like facing down the level 60 Garchomp?"
You felt embarrassed repeating it, because maybe you misunderstood, maybe you were just making a fool of yourself-- but her expression shifted, just a little bit, and she hesitated for a half-second.
"Y-yeah! Well, you know! It's always an adventure with you around. You and me, we can take anything on when we work together, and it makes me so jazzed. You know what I mean, right?"
And then she was back to normal. It had been so subtle, just the briefest of hesitations, the slightest waver in her voice, it was entirely possible you'd just imagined it.
You nodded,
"Yeah, of course."
You had a funny, prickly feeling, then, like someone was watching you, and you glanced around. Almost immediately, you spotted some of your classmates, who had probably exited the building around the same time as you. They were loitering suspiciously nearby and looking kinda entertained.
Oh, right. Forgot about them. It seemed Nemona's efforts to not make a scene may not have entirely worked out. To be fair, she did tackle you the second you left the building, pretty much right in the central path everyone took, so. Um.
You quickly suggest,
"Maybe we could continue this conversation somewhere else?"
Nemona was unconcerned with your classmates (or perhaps unaware), but still seemed to love the idea.
"Sure! Y'wanna grab some ice cream? We can go hang out on the rooftops!"
That sounded perfect, so you agreed. 
She grabbed your hand and you were off, to enjoy the rest of your Friday afternoon, and to make some more treasured memories.
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eyesofshinigami · 1 month
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It Takes Time
Rating: G
CW: None
Tags: Established relationship, implied pre- S4 relationship, minor talk of injuries, tiny bit of angst, boys being soft
Prompt: For @shares-a-vest "Love is about healing each other's wounds"
WC: 1116
Written for @steddielovemonth Day 16
Even amongst the many horrible encounters with the Upside Down Steve has had, this last one was probably the worst. Steve had done everything he could to keep Eddie out of his mess, the one thing that he could never be honest with his boyfriend about, and yet Eddie had still gotten dragged in somehow.
And almost died for it.
Steve still can’t believe that it’s over. It’s finally over. Sure, his nightmares are even worse, having held the person he loved bleeding out in his arms, but they made it. They lived. They got Eddie to the hospital and after surgeries, a medical coma, and a laundry list of therapy appointments for both of them, they finally made it home. 
Home is now the little house on First Street. It’s not much to look at, but it’s theirs. 
Kind of like them, really.
Steve is the one that brings Eddie to the house once he’s released from the hospital. He told the kids that they could come by in a couple of days, after they’ve settled in and had a chance to collect themselves. Wayne had brought over a few things right before, and he told them he'd be back in a few days as well to check on them, just a phone call away if they needed him. It was enough to make Steve tear up.
“Come on, baby, we’re here,” he says, leaning over to kiss Eddie on the cheek. His boyfriend had fallen asleep on the drive over. Steve couldn’t blame him; he could feel tiredness settling into his own bones. He’s not 100% either, but Steve won’t be able to rest until he knows Eddie is comfortable, taken care of. 
Eddie stirs and blinks his eyes, smiling when he realizes where they are. “Home?” he asks. He hasn’t gotten to see it yet, but he’s heard Steve talk about it enough. At Steve’s nod, Eddie grabs his hand and holds it for a minute. “Ours. Fuck, I can’t believe it.”
Steve smiles back. “Yup. Let’s get inside. I can show you around after we take a shower and get settled, okay?” Eddie lets out a hum of agreement and opens the car door.
They make it inside, slowly and carefully, Eddie’s eyes wide as he takes it in. Wayne and the Hopper-Byers had pitched in to give them the bare bones to start with, like a couch and a table with chairs. The only thing Steve had been adamant about getting himself was the bed, a brand new queen that they could share. When Eddie sees it, he lets out a little choked noise. “We have a bed. Our bed. It’s ours.” 
“I made sure of it, baby.”
“Can we lay down together? I can’t wait to try it out.” Eddie reaches out and runs his hand along the comforter, a soft blue to go with the dark gray sheets Steve had picked out. “I know we’re not up for anything naughty, but… it would be good to lay down with you.”
Steve can’t help but kiss him. “After our shower. I have to change your bandages, too.”
Eddie squints at him. “And yours too.” Steve goes to protest, but Eddie shakes his head and crosses his arms. “Nope, you’re not getting out of it.” He wraps his arms around Steve and pulls him close, and Steve can’t help but notice how their scars mirror each other. “If you’re going to take care of me, I’m going to take care of you, okay? We’re in this together, isn’t that what you said?”
Steve nods. He remembers the way his heart jumped into his throat when Dustin and Max came scrambling into Family Video yelling about Eddie. He remembers how he wrapped Eddie up in his arms and kissed him softly, not caring who saw, after Eddie dropped the bottle when he realized that Steve had come for him. “We’re in this together, baby. I’ve got you,” he’d said.
“It is. You got me, Eds.”
Eddie smirks at him, giving him one more kiss before he pulls Steve into the ensuite. It’s pretty tiny, barely enough room for two nearly grown men, but they make it work. They strip down and climb into the shower. Normally, they would fool around a little bit, but they’re both so tired and worn down and still healing. There will be plenty of time for shower sex later, when they’re both not quite so broken and rundown. Instead, they take turns washing each other, careful of still healing wounds and old hurts alike. Steve handles Eddie like he’s made of glass, something precious he’s worried about breaking under his hands. In turn, Eddie takes his time and works the knots out of Steve’s back, days and weeks of worry built up in his muscles. 
It feels like the first time Steve has been able to breathe in years. 
Once they’ve dried off and both put on sweatpants, Steve pulls out the first aid kit that he’d bought right after he had started getting the house together. Eddie raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, instead they both quietly get to work.
It shouldn’t feel like second nature, patching each other up. They take turns tending hurts and rubbing creams into healing wounds, bandaging each other up as they go. There’s something that’s macabre and intimate about it, Steve thinks. 
“I’m sorry.”
Eddie looks up from where he’s wrapping another bandage around Steve’s torso. “What for, sweetheart?”
His vision gets a little blurry, the wall of emotion hitting him. “That this happened to you. That you got hurt, that all of my…” the word bullshit clogs in his throat. “All of this made you hurt. You got hurt because of-”
“Don’t even, Steve. You didn’t do this to me.” Eddie cups Steve’s face so that Steve has to look at him, even with tears streaming down his face. “I just wish I could have helped you sooner, sweetheart. With Starcourt. With the junkyard. All those things you felt like you had to hide from me-”
“To protect you. To keep you safe.” Because you matter. Because I love you. Because you were the port in the storm of all these terrible things that kept happening to me. 
“And you did, even at the end when you dragged me into that hospital out of the jaws of death. Baby, I wouldn’t even be here without you. But I’m here. We’re here.” 
“We’re here,” Steve repeats, leaning close to press their foreheads together. 
Even scarred as they are, they will heal from this. It’ll take time, and hopefully it’s the end for real this time, but Steve’s not alone.
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swsapphics-ao3feed · 9 days
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by howtowords
Sabine finds out that Shin had never used a blaster before and somehow convinces her to agree to a (very informal) lesson.
Words: 1397, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati
Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren
Additional Tags: Blasters (Star Wars), Planet Peridea (Star Wars), they antagonize each other for fun, Bad Flirting, Bets & Wagers, First Kiss, Competitive Characters, not really sure how to tag this one
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desceros · 3 months
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me, having an insomnia: [copes by writing donnie snuggles] donatello/reader, gn!reader, rated g
You wait as long as you can before you finally give in and go find him. 
His lab is empty, which surprises you. Usually, when you’re having trouble sleeping, you can find him in here. Donnie’s good at making you interested in even the most obscure of his projects, but when you come to him in the dead of night, he has this… thing he can do where he rambles in a low comforting voice until you drift off in the chair next to him. He’s tried to explain it to you before—something about vibrations and pitch—but you like to think of it as the power of love.
Scoff, he’d say, turning his face away to hide the way his lips would go a little wobbly.
He’s not in the kitchen getting a snack or cup of tea, which isn’t too uncommon. Something about sugar boosting his brain while he’s tired, you think he said. Nor is he in the living room, scrolling through his phone in the dark while he battles his own insomnia demons. Donnie isn’t always productive, but it’s difficult for him to take a break, sometimes. 
Can’t turn my brain off, he says, eyes fluttering shut when your fingers find his face to caress it. 
You look everywhere—the game room, his lab again, the garage, his lab one more time—before you think, oh and check his bedroom. 
…He’s asleep, you realize, blinking a little to see it. His mask is draped on his bedside table, his battle shell gone to reveal the soft keratin underneath. It’s a bit of a relief to see, deflating that piece in your brain that always worries about him, even as disappointment stings just a little. A sleepless night it is, then, you muse, turning to leave and go back to your room before you’re stopped by a sleepy mumble of your name. 
“…C’mere,” Donnie slurs, reaching a hand inelegantly behind him to pat at the bed.
Completely busted, you come inside. Lifting his blanket, you crawl beneath it, pressing close to his soft shell. Instantly, there’s something inside your chest that just—relaxes. Your lungs take in a full, proper breath that smells of his skin. Cool beneath your cheek, his shell comforts you, enticing your palms to press against it even as you curl into him.
“…Can’t sleep?” he asks. 
“Mm. Okay now,” you respond quietly.
“Sure?” 
“Mm.”
A low rumble comes out of Donnie’s chest; not enough to disturb. It’s a bit like a white noise machine. You sink into it, into him, enough that you don’t feel him move to turn until he’s already halfway there. 
Facing you now, Donnie slides a hand to the small of your back and pulls. Easily, you melt into him, sliding one leg between his and slotting into place. Sighing with contentment as his plastron melds to your chest, you wrap an arm around his torso, your fingers tracing familiar divots in his soft shell.
After a few moments of just this, his fingers find the hem of your shirt. You shiver, starlight catching in your throat. Wanting more, wanting him to know you want this, that you want him, you hum softly on your next breath.
He knows what that sound means. But he asks anyway. “Good?”
“Mm.”
Slowly, sweetly, he ducks his face in close. He’s a little shy, still, about kissing you; but it takes your breath away all the same, making you stroke a long line down his shell while you tilt your head a little to meet him halfway. It’s a gentle, chaste thing that leaves your heart mostly in place, though it quivers when he makes a little chirpy sigh that betrays his feelings on having you here. The night makes him honest, his hand sure on your hip to keep it pressed to his, his beak nuzzling your cheek confidently.
Tucking your face into his throat, you feel him inhale at the crown of your head and sigh out with complete satisfaction. He goes boneless, his body meeting the shape of yours and little churrs vibrating through your chest where there’s nothing between you except the cotton of your shirt. Mindlessly, your fingers trace little hearts onto his shell, quiet little promises of something you know you’re going to slip and say, someday.
Warm, happy, you close your eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.
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fine-nephrit · 3 months
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🥏 TXF Fic Rec #1: 'Love and Bearclaws' by Edie Rone
I first discovered the X Files belatedly in early 2022. Since then, the show and its fan fiction have sucked me in like none other. It’s been an obsession that is dubiously healthy but exceptionally salubrious as my way of self-care. Indulging in fics gives me so much fun and comfort in times of need. It’s no exaggeration that this hobby changed my life for the better.
I am awestruck by the breadth and quality of fics in this fandom, an accumulation of our fanfic writers’ immense talent over all these years. I’ve saved the ones I liked in my ‘would reread’ bookmark, and I want to share my collection here with recommendation blurbs and use my posts as a personal database. I love writing about the fics I read and reading about other people’s thoughts on fics!
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Ok, let's start with a very short one, one of my favorites.
A delightful morsel of fluff in only 496 words. Just the right amount of cuteness and humor, and perfectly in character!
🥏 Love and Bearclaws by Edie Rone (@edierone)
Length: Ficlet, 400+ words Relationship(s): M/S UST Tags: Fluff, Scully-POV Rating: G
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hp-fanfic-archive · 2 months
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Unsaid by Dianaartemis16 Pairing: Severitus Rating: G Word Count: 35k "Perhaps a man who wants to redeem himself in the memory of the mother would, in turn, give comfort to a child." Dumbledore grinned at the other man's unbidden expression of shock. "But when said like that, it hardly encompasses the depth of emotion when I see you have cradled Harry Potter to sleep after a nightmare." Severus scowled. "I was not cradling him."
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