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#anti kataang shippers#anti aang fans#the more they speak the more they ruin him for me#someone made a post rightfully pointing out that zuko gave her a choice when aang did not#only to be overun by kataang/aang stans saying that zuko didnt know her and sokka and aang tried to stop her bevause they know and love her#bullshit.#aang tried to stop her because he wasn't comfortable with her decision#sokka tried to stop her because he didn't understand her grief or trauma#i need y'all to stfu about katara#because if there's anyone who doesn't understand her it's ppl who say this shit#y'all the same mfs who defend how she's written in the comics and lok#stfu#katara deserved better#the southern raiders#aang critical#sokka critical#anti kataang#tagging for visibility
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I think too many people who try to make Cerojin Good Ending content kinda forget about the part where, while Ceroba would be entirely thrilled to have Chujin alive again, that would perhaps not actually be good for her
Not that you can't take that in an interesting direction but um
Its funny bc the ketsukanes parallel the dreemurrs beyond just "cute family that gets torn apart by an avoidable tragedy" in that way. Saying Cerojin would be cute and healthy if it wasnt for The Incident is like saying the same for Asgore and Toriel, when Deltarune shows us their marriage is doomed to fail even without the deaths of their children. I think Ceroba and Chujin should also divorce in every universe. heart
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I like drawing hands on my pieces, this is something that I (hope) is something that carries across in my art in general, but when I'm drawing astarion and emyr I really think about where I'm putting their hands.
emyr and astarion don't have sex. this feels like a very natural part of their relationship to me. and personally the idea that sex is the ONLY intimacy that can exist in a relationship, or that it is something that "solidifies" a relationship / makes it "official " feels really... silly.
I really love drawing emyr and astarion because of the hand placements. when I'm drawing them, I'm imagining this like really deep trust between them - emyr touches astarions chest, astarion touches emyrs neck - - there is this understanding and security they both have that emyr will not ask astarion for sex. just, point blank. and that means there's like this atmosphere of "oh, okay, I can experience this kind of closeness or cuddling or human touch with an understanding thst nothing else is coming".
this is just my opinion and I wanted to share! but I just had thoughts about them, and I know it's a big topic right now with ascended/non-ascended astarion. play the game how you want, but I hope when you see my art of astarion and his bf, you can see the intimacy and love there and know that they both have a healthy and happy relationship without having sex with each other
#just some thoughts! feel free to ignore#I like astarion for a lot of reasons but my pov as a player is also as a survivor of SA!#even though my boundaries arent the same as astarions I really love his romance#bevause he's able to have that happy and fulfilling relationship with tav#regardless of his past and maybe in spite of it#I have a great partner who I can talk to about anything 👍#and I think everyone deserves that#astarion#emyr hagseye#bg3
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@callmesuyinbeifong yeah... Honestly if I was her I would never set a foot on a variety show again (which she is already doing duh) after all the shit knetz put her through... like you would have thought that she killed a kitten and a baby in broad daylight
#roomate was for months and they never said something positive about her#she was crying on tv they didnt care#seho deserves a place in hell#got hate on the military show#on radio star#because of the most beautiful face lists#got called promiscuous because she is pretty#got callde rude#got hate for her voice#got hate for breathing#the only two shows i could see her do is jaejae (if there are people with her bevause jaejae can be a lot dnjdjdjd) or nolto#the rest she can pass she deserves her peace#the trauma is too strong 😔#knetz aint shit#they would still hate on her if she wasnt a good actress
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I need to be able to draw the animatronics so I can post about the animatronic rescue au. Then you'll see. You'll all see
#/j#💛#ive touched it up some after ruin bc the ruined animatronics deserve it more#but the basic premise is that the animtronics get rescued and fixed up by some passionate collectors-turned-animtronid rehabilitators#and eventually get back into entertainment via smaller venues#this concept only exists bevause i feel bad for all of them. HDJSHDJSJS#okay gn
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You forgot the part where they ask how much you're looking to get paid only to make it super clear that if you put anything above [Less than Minimum Wage because this job allows tips] you won't be selected but if you DO get the job you also have tips split among all working employees evenly including employees who had no hand in earning those tips and despite there being no work they overstaff so you only get .10 to the dollar per tip and you only make $5 an hour but because you get tips there is this fun optional tip law that businesses can do (and will tell you that you will be fired for not signing despite being "optional") for tax purposes that cuts an additional $2 off your hourly wages to account for unreported cash tips you are absolutely not getting so you're only making $3 an hour but god forbid you work like it because they expect $20 an hour worth of work for $3 worth of pay and they insist you ARE replaceable no matter how good you are so why bother.
After all if you want a good paying job all you need to do is have good enough credit to go into life threatening levels of debt you will never pay off to attend college for 4-8 years so you can not get a job in the field you went to school for and end up resenting your younger coworkers who make slightly more than you because they work the same job but don't have student loan debt and the company absolutely will not pay you a matching wage because they have more experience since they have been working here for the 4-8 years you went to school and that is why they earn... $1.25 more an hour which places them just about $3 below minimum wage.
But yea no one wants to work.
people are like "no one wants to work anymore" when every job application is like upload your resume and cover letter. okay now manually type out your resume and cover letter in our text boxes. okay now answer these 10 riddles. okay now take a rorschach test. okay now upload a photo of your childhood bedroom and explain the relationship between its layout and the adult you are today. okay now show us your youtube watch history. okay now define the color "red." okay now walk into a patch of poison ivy and take a selfie of you holding up a paper saying "i <3 ivy." okay now wave your hands in the air if you just don't care. that one was a trick to cull the applicants who don't care. okay now choose a loved one to sacrifice. great! thank you for submitting your application we will not be calling you
#I once had a coworker literally shout at me bevause she didnt believe I was working ''hard enough to justify my pay''#because she had student loan debt despite being a cashier and I was a manager who she felt didn't deserve#the title of manager because I didn't even have college credits#despite the fact I do have 2 engineering credits#so yeah that's fun
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MY WIFE
#bi annual taro latte order#i dont like drinks from starbucks or anything like that and i hate coffe and i HATE milk#but taro latte holds my heart ......#maybe its the memories attached to it...mm#maybe is bevause its weird and offputting like me.....#but j love it#i deserve itttt#30 % discount AND free shipping too? im so awesome#nickpost#btw i almost doxxed myself accidentally. i was so concerned about the map i ignored my adress with big bold letters at rhe bottom
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thanks for that, dickwad.
#you DESERVED IT! ARE YOU STUPID?#what do you think?#keep being a fucking smart mouth and ill deck you again.#do it. bold of you to assume i care#you clearly do considering youre even talking back to me.#whatever#why dont you EVER. LISTEN TO ME.#because youre easy to ignore#YOU IGNORE ME BEVAUSE IM RIGHT!#wow look at you! wouldve never guessed that the guy who avoids things avoids sometjing else#how do you not learn. how do you not learn a single fuvking bit its fucking ridiculous.#its called a learning difference#didnt know it fucking made you retarded too damien!#was already retarded#THATS NOT THE FUCKING POINT
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I’m so awful at taking care of myself LOL does it get better with time or am i doomed
#I don’t eat for hours when i’m alone bevause i don’t think i deserve it#Not until i finish whatever task it is i have#Like at least it gets me to work for once but DAMN!#Ok i’m not awful i just do shit very late and i ignore my needs for a good while
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I really dislike the uhh algorithm of the internet but my YouTube recommendations of a look back at pkmn creepypastas I can appreciate YouTube knowing what’s going on in my brain once.
#shut up maverick#I’m gonna be a big boy and use the emoji ❄️.#Bevause I wrote down my thoughts for the therapist I deserve a treat#It’s not until Monday but y’know treat
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making myself sick feeling guilty over the fact that im not working today (im ! on ! sick ! leave!) when reasonably? i could have? pain has been minor since last night so. yeah.
this brain of mine truly is fucked. always finding ways to torture me.
#pérégrinations#maybe that's a sign i AM reasonably on sick leave and ~deserve it or whatever other mind tricks i need to believe in it#im so tired of myself. feel guilty for being off work would have felt guilty for trying to work thru it earlier this wk when it was bad...#i have a paper legitimizing it WHY is my brain like this. fucking hell.#i so want to skip therapy today bevause brain bad i don't event want to talk about it#anyway. cool. great.
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my eyes are gonna be all puffy for first day of class tomorrow -_-
#ichi mumbles#it doesnt seem like uh. like us not being together bothers him at all.......#said he would be bummed out for a few days then bounce back because overall hes happy in life#............................#thats..great.......#personally i had a breakdown grabbing myself a water bottle bevause he used to carry cases downstairs for me#and how THATS how bad its hurting me but apparently ive gone and cared about someone more than they do me#which i KNOW i know i know. im worthless so of course thats all i deserve etc etc but the difference is#this time. the other person really truly made me feel...precious#they spent so much time and effort trying to convince and SHOW me that i was precious#that i was far from worthless#this was the ONE person in the entire universe i thought i didnt have to always be afraid of being thrown away#because it wasnt just that they didnt show signs of doing that#they actively worked AGAINST that mindset with me. they put in the EFFORT#so after a few months other than when i got too high i thought they were truly safe#that i was truly safe#....when you start forgetting your place the universe humbles you real quick
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Just read your 'file loading' fic, and my word.
'My word' - as in, not praise. Astonishment. For how dreadfully someone can write. - First and foremost, please actually consider doing your research. The 'hacker' would not be in prison, and would certainly not be paid off by the CIA. She'd be in a blacksite, which you'd know if you did your research. Same with the spelling of 'Johnny'. And 'MacTavish', of which you spell as 'Jonny' and 'McTavish'. You spelt 'John' right - where did the 'h' go? And it's 'Mac', not 'Mc', it's not that hard to know the difference. It makes me wonder, honestly, bevause have you even watched the campaigns? What kind of hacker is the reader? White hat? Gray hat? Black hat? Red hat? Did you even know there were different types? - Again, with the research. Consider hopping on YouTube and looking at how people talk with different accents; Scottish, for example - which by the way, Scotland is in Britain, so how is Britain 'better' than Scotland? '20 minutes from base', protocol would be for them to go to base. Not a literal cottage, that was - as you put it - supposed to be a 'safe house'. And they went by helo? Once again, if you had done your research, you would know that they'd be transported by car, and taken to an airport - and any helo would not be driven by Ghost, who is not certified to drive such an aircraft. I understand wanting to be funny because ''hey look guys, I get the reference!'', but there's a difference between planned and last-minute. They wouldn't plan to choose Ghost to drive a helo to a 'safe house'. Speaking of this 'safe house', they would all know how to cook, and they'd be on rotation for situations like those. Also didn't know if you knew this, but there are in-fact more alcohol types than bourbon, vodka and beer. Beer also doesn't burn on the way down. You don't need to drink to know any of this. Once again, research suffices quite nicely, you'll find. (And a cottage? Seriously?) I could point out the other insanely cringe parts and sections that make little-to-no sense, but I'd be doing the work for you - as you clearly don't proof read. My last little piece of advice though: 'Reaper' is unoriginal and cliché, literally anything would be better. You could do better. There's potential there, to some degree, but consider putting the work in - instead of pulling stuff out your ass. Do your research, the internet is at your disposal.
Damn…
Some of this advice would have been helpful if asked for but the way you’ve presented it is just downright rude. The spelling mistakes + lack of information in some bits are my bad though.
Here’s a piece of advice since you so generously decided to give me some; if you don’t like it, don’t bother reading it and then pointing out all the flaws. It’s a fanfic, not an award-winning piece that deserves a Grammy.
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I love your follower celebration idea. It's so sweet. I would love to put in a request.
Narcissus and yellow orchid, I'll let you choose any clone, bevause they all deserve love. And it can be that after months of unrequited love, f!reader is trying to move on, and he finds out about it.
I don't know. Something like that.
Please Watch Me
Summary: You've had a crush on Jesse for ages, but he doesn't really know you exist, so you're planning on moving on. Only, when he finds out, he takes issue with it.
Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader
Word Count: 2592
Prompts: Narcissus - unrequited love, Yellow Orchid - New Beginnings
Warning: Jesse is kind of an idiot in this, but it's not malicious
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: So this was going to be a Fox fic, because I love him so much, but then I made myself sad about Jesse, and this was born instead. I hope this is close to what you want! ❤️
You learned, a long time ago, that life isn’t fair.
And you’ve, mostly, accepted it.
It’s why you agreed to join the GAR at your parents' loud encouragement. It was never your dream. But you’ve come to accept that most people don’t get to live their dreams.
It’s…fine.
You like your job well enough.
Or, well…you like the view, if nothing else.
Your gaze drifts from your datapad, which is running a diagnostic on a malfunctioning alarm, over to the group of men on the other side of the room. Your eyes linger on one man specifically.
ARC Trooper Jesse of the 501st.
Kind and handsome and charming…and so far out of your reach that he might as well be on Kamino still.
You glance down at your datapad, and sigh softly. As per usual, the diagnostic is moving at the pace of a teenager who has school that day. Nothing for it but to wait until it’s done, you suppose.
You slump against the wall, and allow your gaze to drift back over to the clones on the other side of the room.
It looks like they’re doing hand to hand combat this morning. Which has two perks for one. One, watching them spar is always interesting, though you never have the time to actually watch them. And two, they tend to spar shirtless and you’re something of a simple woman and enjoy the sight of very attractive shirtless men.
All of them. Not just Jesse.
You glance at your datapad again.
30%. You’re going to be here awhile. You should have brought a book.
You slide to the ground and balance your datapad on your knees, splitting your attention between the slowly rinsing number, and Jesse on the other side of the room.
You’ve been completely enamored with him for months now. Ever since the first time he came into your “office”, which is really just a small corner of the hanger sectioned off with crates to give you the illusion of privacy, and asked you for help updating his onboard computer since he was having a hard time with it.
You ended up having to replace the whole system, but he sat with you until you were done, cracking jokes and sharing easy conversation, until you managed to replace the whole system and run the update that he needed.
The crush started out small, just a little thing that you thought could be ignored.
But it wouldn’t. The more you watched him interact with the world around him, the stronger the feelings grew. Until you were laying in your cot late one night, staring at the ceiling, realizing that you loved him.
And Jesse.
Well, he didn’t know you existed.
Or, if he did, it was in the vague way that all of the men in the 501st knew you existed. As Tech Support.
It. Sucks.
And sure, life isn’t fair, and you’ve come to accept the fact that you’re probably going to get stuck watching the love of your life fall in love with another person, and you’ve promised yourself that you’re going to be happy for him.
Still, it would be nice if life was a little more fair.
Just a little bit?
You glance at your datapad again. 35%.
At least it’s not running backwards, that happened in the med-bay the other day and you just about ripped your hair out…and then verbally tore the entire Medical team a new one for downloading a virus on a military computer.
Rex promised that it would never happen again, when he came to save the medical team from your ire, but you have doubts.
After all, it always happens again.
You fold your legs and absently open a game of solitaire over the diagnostic screen.
Now that you’re thinking about it, maybe it’s time for you to make a change. Not with your career, you signed a contract and you’re stuck for at least 6 years, but with your personal life.
You can’t keep pining over Jesse, it’s not healthy. And you’re young and reasonably attractive, surely you can snag a date with someone?
Right?
The only problem, of course, being that whenever you consider someone to date, the only face that pops in your mind is Jesse. Which is wholly unhelpful. And you refuse, refuse, to try and get over Jesse by using one of his brothers.
That’s not fair to anyone.
You suppose you can always go to a club when you return to Coruscant. You are paid decently well, so you can afford a proper clubbing outfit, and a hookup might, maybe, help you get over Jesse?
Or, it’ll make everything so much worse.
You consider the idea for a moment as you absently move cards across the screen. It’s not a terrible idea, all things considered. You still have some friends from college who keep in touch, and they have been nagging you to go out with them.
And you have been neglecting your social life, what with the war and being assigned to the Resolute.
And your friends will be thrilled to go dancing with you.
Yes, this is an excellent idea. Maybe.
Eh. Maybe not. But it can’t hurt.
Anything is better than pining over someone who isn’t interested, after all.
“How’s the security system looking?” General Skywalker asks as he looms over you, a look of amusement on his face as he sees the card game.
You switch tabs, “Can’t tell you. The diagnostic is still only at 43%.”
“Slow system,”
“GAR standard,” You reply dryly, “It’ll get sorted, it’s just going to take time.”
Anakin sighs, “Of course. Well, we’re heading back to Coruscant anyway, Snips has some lessons she needs to actually sit for.”
“Do not miss those days.” You quip.
“Amen to that,” He glances at you, “Are you alright? You looked sad.”
“Ah, just…thinking.” You reply. You’re quiet for a moment, “I haven’t been on a date since my ex cheated on me in college, and I’m thinking of maybe putting myself back out there.”
There’s a noise from the other side of the room, and both you and General Skywalker look up to see Jesse laying on his back with Tup standing over him, both of them looking surprised.
“Well, good luck with that. I have to go…manage.” General Skywalker says with a sigh.
“Sounds like you have the harder job.” You murmur as he walks away. You look at your diagnostic one more time, and then sigh, and go back to your game.
At this rate, you’re going to be working until midnight.
Jesse is having something of a week.
Not a good one, either.
He rubs the back of his neck as he paces in Kix’s office. He is deeply, deeply agitated and he knows why. After all, he was fine until he heard her say those words.
“-I’m thinking of putting myself back out there.”
It had been startling enough that Tup managed to get one up on him and ended up beating him in the spar. And if he’s going to be honest, he’s still a little shell-shocked.
She can’t go out on a date. She just…she can’t.
“Jesse.”
It’s not allowed. Or it shouldn’t be allowed. She needs to stay near the barracks. Where she’ll be safe. Where he can keep her safe from the creeps on Coruscant.
“Jesse!”
Or, if she doesn’t stay near the barracks, she should at least go to places that are safe, like 79s where he can threaten his brothers if they bother her-
“JESSE!”
He jumps when Kix’s shout jerks him out of his increasingly spiraling thoughts. “What?”
“You’re going to pace a hole in my floor.” Kix says, irritably. “Sit. Down.”
Jesse obediently drops into a chair.
Kix glares at him a moment longer, and then he nods, “Good. Now. What is your problem?”
“You have a shit bedside manner, Kix.”
“It’s you. Get over it.” Kix rolls his eyes, “Why are you so anxious?”
Jesse eyes his brother, and then his shoulders slump, and he quietly says her name.
“What, did she yell at you for downloading a virus, because she’s not going to stay angry for long.” Kix says.
“No. She wants to start dating.”
“And? What’s the problem with-” He stops and looks up from his datapad to stare at his brother. “Oh. Oh. Vod, I’m sorry.”
Jesse grimaces, “I was dumb.” He admits.
“Well, at least you know. How were you dumb, though?”
“I got comfortable. She watched me when she thought no one was looking. And I thought…well, I thought she would wait for me.”
“Why the hell would she do that? Have you ever actually spoken to her before?”
“Yes!”
“About something not work related?”
“I…Not really, no.”
“Then why should she put her life on hold for you?” Kix asks reasonably.
“Stop being logical and tell me how to keep her from dating people who aren’t me!”
“Talk to her, you utter idiot.”
“What if she says no?”
“Well then, you’re SOL aren’t you?” Kix says, “Because if you think for a moment that I’m going to let you ruin her life because of jealousy-”
“What! No! I would never!”
“Good.” Kix turns back to his work, “Anyway, you should go talk to her.”
“Uh…”
He turns his glare onto his brother, “You’re not really going to make me do this, are you?��
“...do what?” Jesse asks warily.
“You are. You’re lucky you’re my favorite brother.”
“Wait-”
Kix gets to his feet and drags Jesse to his feet, before he propels him out of the room. He pushes Jesse down the hall, into the lift, down another hall, into the hanger, and then into the small room where she works.
“Wait, Kix-” Jesse hisses.
She turns her wide, confused gaze over the pair of men, “Is something wrong?” She asks cautiously.
“No.” Jesse says quickly.
“Yes.” Kix says at the same time. He pushes Jesse into the only chair in the room, and then claps his brother on the shoulder, “This is for your own good, vod.”
“What are you-?” Jesse doesn’t finish his sentence as Kix cuffs him to the chair, and then leaves the room.
She stares at Jesse wide eyed, her hand pressed over her mouth, “Um…hold on, I’m sure I have a set of lock picks in here-”
“You…why would you have lockpicks?” Jesse asks, so startled at her comment that he can’t even be upset at the situation.
She ducks her head, and Jesse just about melts when he sees the adorably shy look on her face. “I, well…I was bored, and I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to learn how to pick locks.”
“That’s…”
She ducks her head a little more, and Jesse wonders what person told her that she should be ashamed of herself, and he wonders if he can meet them and introduce them to his fist.
“It’s weird, I know-”
“It’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” Jesse says determinedly.
Her head snaps up and she stares at him in surprise, “You…adorable?” She asks with a cute scrunch of her nose.
“Yes. Adorable. In fact, everything about you is adorable. How do you do that?”
“I…I don’t-I mean, I’m not doing anything special-?” She says shyly, “Oh, lockpicks…” She turns and digs through a drawer.
“You don’t have to do anything special. You just are.” Jesse says as he watches her dig through her things. He hesitates a moment, “Any guy would be lucky to have you.” He adds, sounding deeply pained.
“Found it!” She holds up a ring of lockpicks, and then offers him a slight smile, “And…not any guy.”
“Name one.”
“General Skywalker?”
“He doesn’t count seeing as he’s married, try again.”
“Like, all of your brothers who look right through me like I’m invisible?” She offers as she kneels next to him and starts working on the cuff.
“They have bad taste, all of them. Have you seen some of their tattoos?” Jesse asks.
“Says the man with the Republic cog tattooed on his face?”
“I have amazing taste,” Jesse says with a grin, “Have you seen my other tattoos?”
“I…have, yes.”
His grin widens, “Like I said, they all have bad taste, try again.”
She sighs and straightens once he’s free, “Okay. You.”
Jesse rubs his wrist, but keeps his gaze locked on her face, “That’s not true at all.”
She blinks at him once, and then again, “I beg your pardon?”
“Alright, so…I have a confession.” Jesse starts as he leans back in the chair, not wanting to crowd her, “I knew about your crush on me.”
Her face flames, and she presses her hands over her face, “I-”
“Can I finish before you say anything, please?” Jesse asks, his voice gentle, and he waits until she nods before he continues. “I knew about your crush, and I knew about you watching me, and I loved it.”
She lowers her hands to watch him.
“I suppose I got…spoiled. I assumed that you would always be there, and that’s on me, not on you. So…so hearing that you want to start dating again-” He trails off and shakes his head with a wry quirk of his lips. “It was something of a punch to the gut.”
“I…sorry-”
“Hey, no. No, you don’t have to apologize. It was a well needed punch to the gut.” Jesse says, “I never spoke with you, and part of that is because we’re both so busy, but part of it is…well, I’m something of a jerk sometimes.”
She tilts her head, her arms folding in front of her stomach, “Jesse…what are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying,” Jesse pauses, “Begging, pleading…don’t take your eyes off me. Please?”
“Jesse-”
“I want to…to take you dancing and to the movies and out to dinner and…and buy you flowers. And I know that you have every right to tell me to kriff off but I’m really hoping that you won’t.”
She hesitates, “This isn’t just some joke that you’re playing on me, is it?”
“No, never. I wouldn’t do that to anyone, but least of all you.” Jesse says.
There’s quiet for a moment, and then Jesse speaks again, looking both eager and hesitant at the same time, “So…so what do you think? Can you give this idiot one more chance?”
She sighs, gentle and quiet, “Jesse, I didn’t actually have any hope of finding someone else.” She admits, “I’ve been in love with you since the first time you came in here.”
“I know.” Jesse smiles slightly, “I don’t know if I love you. I’ve never been in love before. But I know the idea of you with someone else makes me unbearably sad.”
She ducks her head with a small smile, “I don’t mind waiting until you know for sure.”
“Does that mean you’re willing to be my girlfriend?” Jesse asks.
She glances at him and nods her head slowly, “But…you’re not allowed to ignore me anymore.”
“Never again. This is a new beginning for you and me. A better start.” Jesse stands when he sees the small smile on her face and he reaches out to lightly brush his fingers against her cheek.
And then he leans in and presses his lips against her forehead.
She doesn’t react for a moment, and then, slowly, she wraps her arms around his waist. “Do…do you want to stay and watch a holo with me?” She asks, her voice soft and hesitant.
“Cyare, nothing would make me happier.”
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes follower celebration#arc trooper jesse x reader#jesse x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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my kidnapping Au lol
(random notes: tag your it, tag tag your ittt, running through the parking lot they chased me and they wouldn't stop, tag your it (sorry lol) Gangle stop crying omg youre gonna be fine.Zooble stop being a jerk omg you know you love her. Gangle they may not be funny now but you're going to love them bevause I'm the author and I can do anything I want.
Gangle was walking down the dark, rainy sidewalk. Her headphones were loudly playing Lana del ray songs. The music blasted into her brain, making the atmosphere dark and slightly depressing. Very depressing. Its Gangle, after all. She looked up at the black sky, the moon shining high. She sighed and continued walking.
About 30 minutes into her sad girl Lana del ray walk, Gangle saw a black car drive by. There was a few cars that drove by her at this point, but this one made her feel uneasy. She continued walking, but she was slightly more jumpy. She flinched at small sounds and kept looking behind her.
A few minutes later, the sound of a car stopping was heard behind her. She instantly ripped out her headphones and turned around.
There they were. They had on a black mask. They held a gun to her head. They were really stupid for doing this publicly, but they weren't spotted by anyone. Everyone was asleep.
"Get in the car or I'm gonna fucking kill you."
They weren't gonna actually kill her if she didnt, but she didn't know that. Her heart completely stopped. Everything was a blur of tears until she found herself, wrists tied, in the back seat of their car. Gangle sobbed, terrified of what could happen. She could be tortured, murdered, sold into human trafficking, forced to do things without consent, the possibilities were terrifying. Terrifying. She looked at Zooble, not yet knowing their name. Zooble looked into the mirror of the car, making eye contact with her through it.
"Stop fucking crying. You're fine."
She cried harder. She was not fine. For all she knows, she could be tortured and killed. She had no way of knowing if she's gonna die or not.
Zooble sighed in annoyance. She wouldn't shut up, so they would have to learn how to tune her sobs out. Or they could tie clothe around her mouth as a gag. They're so smart.
They grab a piece of clothe from the passenger seat, but realize they need her to be able to talk so they can get her dads number. They also need to focus on driving or they would kill both of them.
Gangles eyes widen as she begs them not to do it.
"Wh- wait- wait i! Stop..! Pl- please..! I- wha- why- wait- w- wh-"
She was cut off by her own sobs. She didn't deserve any of this fear that she's feeling right now. But its not like she has a reason to, theyre not gonna hurt her. Although, she doesn't know that. Zooble just casually rolled their eyes. Without their mask, they were smiling. They took some kind of sick enjoyment in this.
"Dude, relax. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Y- you- wh- You're not..?!"
"I'm not. I'm just broke as hell. I need money."
They looked at the fear in her eyes and felt the need to add onto their previous statement.
"I'm not gonna sell you. I'm gonna call your parents and tell them if they don't pay, I'm not giving you back."
Gangle tucked in her knees, looking a bit sad as she spoke.
"Good luck with that.."
"What?"
"My parents don't care about me. You're not getting paid.."
"Then I'm gonna sell you organs on the dark web"
Gangles heart stopped. She felt tears flood her eyes. She tried to speak against it, but zooble interrupted.
"I'm joking. You take things to literally."
Gangle wasn't in any position to tell them they weren't funny, but she wanted to. Their "humor" almost gave her a panic attack. But they could very easily sell her organs if they wanted to. They could do it slowly and keep her alive as long as possible as they slowly dismember her and take out the least important organs first, just to keep her alive. She looks at zooble with tears in her eyes. Zooble pulled into a driveway at a small, eery house. No one was gonna find her.
Gangle felt like throwing up. This was real. She was kidnapped.
Zooble picks up the gun from earlier.
"If you make one sound, I'm gonna shoot you. Ok? Ok."
Zooble leads her into the house. They're stupid for just kidnapping a random person without much planning. She could just run away right now. But she was stupider for not doing it.
(CHAPTER TWO)
Gangle sat alone, crying in the basement. She was cold. And tired. And she couldn't shut up. She was scared and couldn't stop crying.
Zooble burst through the door, holding their phone. They figured it would at least be worth a shot to try to get her parents to pay ransom.
"Hey!- uh.. I don't know your name- Whatever. What's your parents phone number?"
She wipes her eyes and sniffles.
"I- Its (insert phone number).."
"Cool."
They look down and type on their phone. Gangle sobs as they take a picture of her, praying that hopefully, her parents would pay the ransom.
Zooble looks irritated.
"Dude, you were right. They left me on read. I guess ill gave to sell your organs"
She sobs harder, quietly pleading with them to stop.
"Take a joke."
"... I'm c- cold.."
"Yeah. Its cold in here. Do you want a blanket?"
"Y- yes.. Please..."
"Ok. Ill be back."
And with that, they left the room. Her soft cries were the only sound. At least they were kind enough to give her a blanket.
A few very long minutes later, they return with a blanket. They lay it over her, watching her readjust herself. It was difficult with wrists tied behind her back, but she looked happier with the small amount of warmth. Zooble spoke again, startling her.
"Whats your name?"
"... Gangle.."
"Cool."
"If you're not gonna sell me or hurt me, what are you gonna do now that my parents made it obvious they don't care about me..?"
"I can't let you go. You might tell people, or the police. ...Ugh. What am I gonna do with you?"
"Please don't hurt me.. Please..."
"I'm going to if you don't shut up. I told you I'm not gonna hurt you."
Gangle didn't respond. She's scared, but realizes her mouth could get her killed. So she shuts up.
Zooble sits next to her, sighing.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do with you.. Lets call your parents."
"O- ok.."
Zooble dials the number.
"You should cry so they feel bad."
Gangle nods. She knows it wont work though.The sound of the call being answered plays. Zooble doesn't really know what to say because they didn't prepare before this.
"Uhm.. I stole your daughter..?"
(Uhm wtf am I writing ok bye take this I'm leaving forever)
#tadc#the amazing digital circus#zooble x gangle#gangle x zooble#abstragedy#tadc gangle#tadc zooble#stockholm syndrome#don't worry shes not gonna die#This isn't a kink#They just need money
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… bartylus as parents???
Ooo now this is interesting, I feel like they give off ‘cool uncle’ vibes for Luna and Harry, like barty is just holding them up bevause he’s so tall so they can see things they never normally see and regulus is the uncle that always has gum or a sweet and he puts on their favourite movies to watch. But parents is interesting. I feel like they’re both extremely cautious at first—they both had bad childhoods in some way, barty had to deal with his father constantly pushing him to be better, do better. Be more like him. So barty wants his kid to be whoever they wanna be (he also teaches them self defence stuff) and he has to think about his words more carefully because he can’t slip up, they’re young and impressionable. Regulus on the other hand is so attentive to his kids omg he’s always there, maybe hovering a little too much, because he wants to keep them safe and make sure that they know they’re loved. He doesn’t want to single one out and make them think they have to compete (like he and Sirius did) and he’s just v emotional with them, barty has hugged him when he cried over them for the smallest thing so many times, they just wanna give their babies the lives they deserved as kids themselves
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