#I believe in mute bitch supremacy

[tanjir0se]

Happy Birthday to our favorite (sometimes unwilling) Big Brother!!

Giyuu Tomioka | FEB 8

[sscoutregimentss]

i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

[talesmaniac89]

The Mexican Standoff

Summary: Reader & Winchesters (Friendship). The reader sets out to prove to the Winchesters that she’s the most badass hunter in the bunker.

Word Count: 2872

Triggers: None

Y/N = Your name

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It was time. 

The “Annie get your gun”-esque verbal battle of anything you can do I can do better had gone on for far too long and it was time to find out which one of you were the actual undisputed champion of ass kickings. Which, of course, was you… The boys just didn’t know it yet.  

For the last few weeks Dean, Sam and you had taken turns basically bragging about your skills with a weapon and all three of you seemed to believe you were the true reincarnation of Billy the Kid, with the two others just being cheap souvenir shop imitations. Sure you knew that you were the ultimate fucking badass, but the Winchesters seemed to need a refresher course. So yeah, it was definitely time.

That morning, fueled by the almighty power of one-upping and a cup of coffee so strong it was a miracle it didn’t burn through the cup, you’d snuck out of the bunker to collect the three weapons you’d stashed outside two days earlier. Dropping by the all night diner to get your victory meal for later whilst you were out. ‘Cause there was no better way to rub your victory in the Winchester boys’ faces than to do so with powdered donuts.  

Before even Sammy had deigned it a reasonable time to get up, you’d placed a colourful Nerf gun and a handful of bullet darts outside of each Winchester’s bedroom door. Accompanied by a nice little note made from newspaper cutouts telling them, quite poetically if you’d say so yourself, to “Bring it bitches”. Ooooh yeah, it was definitely time to set the record straight.

You’d been planning your little wild west standoff for a few days by then. The two brothers you hunted with were just as ready to one-up each other as they were you. But being brothers they also stood up for each other. Meaning that usually it was your shooting skills that were pulled into question. Even though both of them kept dropping their damned guns during hunts and you had an iron grip on yours. And so, you’d developed this little plan to whoop their asses and once and for all show them that you were the ultimate gunfighter, up there with John Wayne and Clint Eastwood.

You’d even found the perfect place to put your trophy, ‘cause of course you’d bought a trophy. Bragging rights were good and all, but they weren’t as visually pleasing as a big ass trophy that pronounced you the ultimate ass kicker. Sure, the trophy was one of those cheap plastic ones, and the only one in the store that fit was a soccer one that said “best shot”, but hell.. You’d take it.

After ninjaing your way over to their doors and leaving your little love note/challenge letter, you’d snuck back into your room like you were a goddamn cat burglar to get ready for what promised to be a day of you kicking Winchester ass. 

Hell you’d even gotten the Rambo look down by adding a headband to your dark jeans and tank top combination and using your makeup to add just a touch of warpaint. Warpaint stripes were after all the new blush, Vogue just hadn’t caught up with the times yet.

Sneaking back into the library you found yourself a spot where you could easily spot any incoming enemy attacks, yet still safely retreat to another room when necessary. And then… Then you waited.

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“Hey! No shooting before I’m ready Dean!” Sam’s grumpy voice echoed through the hallway and over to where you were still hiding. Ok, so at some point you’d gotten up and grabbed yourself a bite to eat and something to drink, cause the boys had slept in, but you’d mainly been lying in wait. Crouching down you smirked as you listened to the slightly muted back and forth as the two boys decided on a momentary truce until they could get out of the exposed hallway.

Oh, it was on.

Grabbing your gun you focused on the door. Watching and waiting until Sam came in the door. Dean was nowhere to be found however. Most likely the older hunter probably decided to head off to another part of the bunker. Staying patient you waited until Sam was more or less out in the open in the room and looking around with the Nerf gun in his hand resting by his hip instead of raised into firing position. Easy shot.

Straightening up a little you fired a quick shot at the hunter. Unfortunately just missing him as the big guy somehow was graced with the reflexes of a cat though at his size he shouldn’t have been able to move that quickly and smoothly. Diving behind the couch Sam groaned as your laughter filled the library.

“What’s this all about (Y/N)?” Sam called out behind the couch. Ah, cute little Sammy, always the negotiator. Wouldn’t work this time though, oh no… This was deadly serious.

“Proving a point Sammy,” You sing-songed as you kept low and silent, moving slightly for Sam to not have a clear feel of where you were hiding. With your eyes on the couch where the big guy was not fully hiding you kept the brown mop of hair that peeked out on top in your line of sight as you moved silently towards your next hiding place. “You’ve been makin’ fun of my skills with a gun for too long. Payback’s a bitch and I’m her right hand woman,”

“Alright, fair point, though we all know I’m the actual best shot in the bunker,” Sam’s voice lost the tired lilt it had held and you could hear the grin in his voice as he accepted the challenge head on now that he knew the stakes. “But why did you have to give me the pink gun? And why are you dressed like Rambo?”

“‘Cause I thought it’s match your pretty hair Sammy, and the Rambo look suits me,” You purred, laughing and rolling out of the way as the hunter tried to use your voice to take aim and shoot in your direction. Missing you by a mile. Rolling back onto the balls of your feet you ran around the corner and headed straight for the garage, that place was a damned labyrinth of old classic cars. And most likely where you’d find Dean.

As you rounded the corner you knew Sammy had the same idea and could hear him follow you on those unfairly long legs of his. Making a split second change in your plan you slipped into one of the more or less unused and dark rooms in the bunker and plastered yourself up against the wall until you heard the big guy hurry past. No need for you to be shot in the back that early on. The battle for supremacy had just begun.

Your little change in plan and strategy seemed to pay off almost immediately as you heard Sammy groan from down the hall. Followed by Dean’s childish laughter as it bubbled over and echoed against the concrete walls of the bunker.

“Traps are against the rules Dean” Sam’s voice made the big guy really sound like the whiny little brother as he raised his voice to be heard over big bro’s laughter. Choking back a laugh you snuck closer to the open garage door to have a look at what had happened. 

Keeping close to the wall to keep out of sight, yet get a clear enough view of where Sam was half hiding behind a car, you took in the scene in the garage. The space in front of the door was a mess of overturned cans and wrenches littering the floor right next to where Sammy was hiding.

So, Dean was playing dirty. Good to know.

“There’s no rules in war Sammy. Survival of the fittest,” Dean laughed back, making it easy for you to pinpoint the hunter’s location behind the classic Camaro further into the garage. Damn it, he was just out of your range. But maybe…

Taking advantage of the brother’s bickering you managed to sneak around the edge of the door and follow the line of cars parallel to where the guys were acting like, well, brothers… Damn, screw Cat Woman, you should get your own movie and action figure combo. You were killing it at this whole sneaking around like a ninja thing.

Reaching your desired location you allowed yourself a quick peek over the hood of the car you were hiding behind to ensure that the two hunters hadn’t moved. The back of Dean’s head was in clear view. Smirking you raised your gun and took aim, missing by just a few inches. Damn it.

“Hey! Sneaking up on me like that is unfair (Y/N)!” Dean called out as he realised he was surrounded on both sides by his brother and you. Crouching lower so that you could no longer see his head.

“No rules Dean, you said so yourself!” You called back with a happy laugh. Before relying on your speed to get you out of what could end up being a bad situation and sprinting towards the other door in the large garage, easily avoiding the dart bullets the boys tried to hit you with until you were finally out of their reach. “Three hits guys! First to get three hits in wins!” You called over your back before sliding in behind the car closest to the other garage door.

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After close to two hours of playing acting war in the Men of Letters bunker you each had two hits under your belts. The boys and you getting more desperate by the minute to get that final shot in and win the battle. Which was what had brought you all into the library where you’d ended up in the current situation.

It was a real Mexican standoff, like something ripped straight out of a typical spaghetti western, as the three of you stared each other down doing your best Clint Squint impression with Nerf guns aimed in a triangle formation. Your gun pointed towards Sammy, whilst Sam had his gun aimed straight at Dean, and Dean, in turn, had you in his sights. Sure, you knew things could either stay in the damned standoff for ages, or, both boys could choose blood over friendship and aim in your direction. Unfortunately, with the latter being a very likely option you knew you had to act.

Though you knew you still had time to formulate a plan. After all, neither Winchester wanted to give up the chance to win the fight, and whichever dart hit you first would be declared the winner if they did turn on you. Yeah, it was a bad situation, but you’d been planning for days and had of course thought of a way out of situations like this. You just needed to get the boys talkin’ first.

“So, it’s come to this,” You held back the childish giggle that threatened to follow the movie cliche out of your mouth. With a raised eyebrow and a practised smirk you let your eyes travel from Sam to Dean without taking your gun off of Sam.

“It sure has, and it’s ending now,” Dean played easily into your hand with a grin as he kept his gun aimed at you without pulling the trigger.

“Shoot me (Y/N) and I’ll shoot Dean, it’s all down to who has the fastest reaction speed,” Sam shot in, not one to be outdone as his eyes flashed to you before refocusing on Dean.

“Why don’t you boys just put your guns down, I think we all know who’s going to win this little fight,” You teased, knowing your words would have the opposite effect on the two hunters. Pride and stubbornness were occupational hazards and often the best weapons in your arsenal as hunters. Kept you alive just about as often as if got you into trouble anyway.

“Oh no sweetheart, I could stay here all day,” Dean winked at you as he changed his grip on the gun, as if the little move was supposed to underline his ability to stay in the locked down fight the whole day.

“You forget darling, I was up before you. I’ve eaten, had a rest and and all the time in the world to grab a coffee or two. You could get tired, thirsty or hungry… All I know is, one of you will give up way before me,” You teased back as you put your hand down by your hip, careful to play it off as sassy self confidence to throw the guys off of the scent of what you really had planned. True, you’d had time to eat, and to plan. You’d even had time to prepare an extra little hidden surprise in your waistband. But they didn’t need to know that. 

“Food is for the weak, slows ya down,” Dean shot back to murmured agreement from his younger brother. Neither Winchester seemingly reacting to your hand on your hip as their eyes stayed locked on the colourful plastic weapons that were aimed their way.

“Oh honey, I wasn’t just talking about food and caffeine. I was talkin’ about time,” You grinned. Your words were designed to be vague enough to confuse the boys yet put them on the defensive as you stood your ground. To let you take your time to ensure you could easily get your little trump card out without fumbling with it as well as use your surroundings to your advantage without tripping . 

That would’ve been totally uncool.

“Time?” The question had barely left Sam when you saw your chance to turn the battle around of the guys. Bringing your foot out you hooked it into the closest library chair and pushed it towards Dean as you pulled the little water gun out of your waistband and soaked the two guys with a happy laugh before jumping out of the way as two Nerf darts came zooming past you.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” Sam called out as he wiped water from his face. Gun clearly aimed at where you were crouching behind the couch.

“And water guns don’t count. Y’ still have to shoot one of us one more time to win,” Dean shot in, clearly not ready to concede the battle to you.

“All is fair in love and war boys, oh and, Sammy, be a sweetheart and do me a favour... Look down,” You purred as you stayed hidden behind the couch with your two guns at the ready. Hell, it might be cheating, but you preferred to call it street smarts. No one went into battle empty handed after all.

“Shit,” Sam’s groaned curse was enough to let you know that the Nerf dart you’d shot towards the guy at the same time the water gun had gone off in his face had hit it’s target and was resting by Sam’s feet. Yeah. The battle was yours. “That was a cheap shot (Y/N),” Sam complained from behind the couch. 

“Doesn’t matter, I won and the trophy is mine,” You laughed as you went to stand up from behind the couch now that the battle was won and you’d come out victorious like you knew you would.

“Wait? There’s a trophy? If I knew there was a trophy I would’ve taken this much more seriously,” Dean whined as he looked at you, Nerf gun still raised even though the battle was clearly over. “I demand a redo! Best out of three!”

“Come on now Dean, no one likes a sore loser,” You laughed as you walked over to the guys again with a shit eating grin. “I won, fair and square… Well, maybe not fair, but who cares about semantics anyway,”

“I agree with Dean. There should be a rematch. And no extra guns this time (Y/N),” Sam backed up his big brother as they both stares at you with fake anger softened by the childish glee in their eyes. 

Neither man seemed ready to give up on your game of war, and hell, they might be sore losers, but they were your losers, and you loved them enough to give them a few more chances to get their asses kicked by you.

“Alright, alright boys. I can see you’re aching to be utterly humiliated by my awesome gun-toting skills,” You chuckled as you crouched down to pick up your discarded Nerf gun dart. “But! Let’s eat first. I picked up doughnuts when I was out this morning, and I need another cup of coffee. Whaddya say?” You interrupted the back and forth your words would’ve started with a laugh as the two Winchesters looked at each other with a shrug.

“Ok, a truce for powdered sugar and coffee, but then it’s deadly serious (Y/N),” Dean agreed as Sam nodded along, both boys probably starving after running around for two hours.

“Oh, bring it sweetheart,” You grinned as you jokingly pushed into the hunter on your way past him to the kitchen. A quick brunch break for sugar and caffeine, then it was time… Again.

That cheap plastic trophy would be yours.

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