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lord-shitbox · 2 years ago

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entire ask game. send me asks too or ill bite you really ahrd

assuming you said this for the 'weirder asks' game. godbless

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

Gozu and mezu

lighter or matches?

I like lighters more but i only have a matchbox (the striking paper on it is shit anyways)

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

none

what color are your eyes?

brown

why did you do that?

do wot

hair-ties or scrunchies?

Hair ties

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

None. 2 glasses and a mason jar though

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Cold. on ice

would you slaughter the rich?

Idc about killing them i just want their wealth redistributed

favorite extracurricular activity?

Fucking around at the grocery store en masse

what kind of day is it?

Did not do a single piece of schoolwork but i did every other possible task

when was the last time you ate?

Within the hour. Had a bowl of rice on my desk

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

nearsighted

what hair products do you use?

none

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

If you want me to ya

do you say soda or pop?

soda

something you’ve kept since childhood?

A lot of things. Stuffed animals, jewelry

what type of person are you?

chilling

how do you feel about chilly weather?

👍 but i prefer mild temperatures. The kind of just-barely cold that isnt really cold. I don’t like wearing lots of clothes

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

Depends on who you are. for u specifically, probly not much

perfume/body spray or lotion?

Mmmm…i dont own any body spray but i have mixed feelings about the texture of lotion. It’s not actually that bad but i don’t like putting wet stuff on me (same genre of sensory dislike as wearing lots of clothing)

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

Uh.. like daydream? There’s one i used to have but its really really edgy and embarrassing

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

Last night, 12. On weekdays its like 6

do you wear a mask?

No sorry

how do you like your shower water?

warm

is there dishes in your room?

Yes leave me alone

what type of music keeps you grounded?

Heavy stuff. Like fast and hard noises. Nothing slow

do you have a favorite towel?

yeah

the last adventure you’ve been on?

Went 2 bowser movie wth an extended group of people last night and afterwards we walked to winco and did funny things in shopping carts

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Tbh…no. Im really good at remembering song lyrics in general but i dont think there are any in particular i memorize

what’s your timezone?

Doxx me why don’t you

how many times have you changed your url?

Never <3

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

Uhh.. not really? Am not in much contact with childhood close friends (theres one ive seen a few times recently but we haven’t actually talked). I believe i’ve known tuna for upcoming 8yrs though

a soap bar that smells good?

I dont like bar soap i like the liquid kinds. Old spice

do you use lip balm?

During dry lip season (i forget when this is) my lips get dry as fuck

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

With ice and chocolate in it

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Discord & instagram

what’s your take on spicy foods?

yum (reasonable spice tolerance)

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

Nobody…i hate some people 2 death (i dont think about them so i forget who they are) but theyre not bothering me rn so idc

can you remember what happened yesterday?

Bowser moive

favorite holiday film?

Year without a santa claus (IM MR FREEZE MISER)

what was the last message you sent?

“so far i think the only red text thats restricted to origin is mhin's”

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

Idk ive had sips in young youth. Parents would give me some so i could go “wow this tastes nasty” and not crave any ever (they were right for this)

can you skip rocks?

I may have done it successfully like twice in my life

can i tag you in random stuff?

Ya sure

#asks #mario himself in the movie was extremely mid i did not care about him #cant say if it was entirely the voice actor tho. & it could be entirely my own preferential bias (just dont care abt his kind of character)#&/or mid writing #bowser was cool tho so im calling it the bowser movie #guy who derives 30% of media enjoyment from OST alone: why is there no music in this scene #climax fight scene music was solid but like there wasnt enough good music for me in the rest of the movie #mario was pretty much there to be peach's boytoy and honestly good for her. she slayed hard

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thewriterg · 2 years ago

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♡︎No pain♡︎ S.H+R.B

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x gn!reader, Steve Harrington x powerful!reader, Robin Buckley x gn!reader, Robin Buckley x powerful!reader

Summary: you overstimulated yourself with your powers again but in the end you could always manage -especially with a high pain tolerance- but your S/o’s think otherwise

Word count: 800+

Warning(s): Injuries, One Mention of blood, Polyamory relationships, Reader has powers like scarlet witch, Reader being a pain in the ass 😍, and Language

A/n:—GIF isn’t mine— I got these ideas from a prompt list but uhh enjoy me feeding you soft Steve and Robin <3

“You’re in a bad mood, are you in pain?” Robin questioned looking down at you sprawled out on Steve’s couch even with your eyes closed you could feel her gaze on you before you peeled your eyes open looking furrowing your eyebrows

“They’re in pain but I don’t know what’s wrong” Robin pointed out as Steve was immediately by your side on the couch Robin following after him as they checked you over for any injuries that would be noticeable to the eye which they were relieved at the fact but that still didn’t keep the overbearing questions from flowing

“Listen okay im still a Little worn out from the mall I just been having aneurysms they’ll pass” You explained getting up from the couch before spinning in a circle to prove your point while your partner’s looked at you with seemingly horror

“Y/n the fight at the mall was two weeks ago!” Steve stressed as you face palmed yourself sighing deeply into your hand how the hell would you get out of this oh that’s right you wouldn’t be able to

“What’s your pain on scale from one to ten” Robin questioned feeling around your head for a heat source with the back on your hand finding none but rather your neck was fairly warm

“Four at the highest” You mumbled swatting your girlfriend hands away from your face as Steve ran to go get his cars keys from the dish bowl

"When you say your pain's a 4 out of 10 that's a normal person's 8 out of 10. We're going to the hospital." Steve called out to you grabbing your coat from the coat rack and sliding it over your shoulders

Robin did the same with her own coat all three of you only in pajamas while you rolled your eyes knowing neither of them would be able to let it go before Steve picked you up bridal style declaring your thick fuzzy sock enough to keep your feet warm as all three of you made it out of the Harrington house hold

With a flick of your wrist red crimson spark flew through the air locking the door behind all of you as Robin rushed to open the backseat car door Steve slipping you in the car careful not to hit your head on the hood Robin declaring she would sit by your side wrapping a thick blanket around your shoulders that Steve kept in his car before Steve rushed to the drivers side almost slipping on ice in the process before speedily making it out the driveway while You sighed heavily for the seemingly 45th time in fifteen minutes before closing your eyes

“Yn?, Yn! Hey!” Robin tapped your cheek as you irritably open your eyes to look at your girlfriend who sighed in relief before making it very clear that Steve was driving like he was ninety and not nineteen which irked your boyfriend who was already pushing sixty passing a school zone to push it up to an eighty making his way on the highway the twenty minute drive to the hospital from the Harrington house hold quickly becoming ten

When Steve pulled into the ER parking lot he nor Robin waisted any time to get you out of the car just as before Robin opening and shutting the door for Steve to pick you up bridal style rushing you into the medical doors

After waiting half an hour in the waiting room eight different lavatory test peeing in a cup three times and two x ray scanning it came out to you having the most MINOR internal bleeding on the chart and as the doctor read it out to the room you couldn’t help but want to bang your head against the wall at how this was going to turn out for you

“You do see to be healing inhumanly fast it’s a miracle that you hit you head more than two weeks ago and your bleeding is still so minor we’re going to keep you for about two days just in case your partner’s are welcome to stay” The Doctor smiled before exiting the room not like they wouldn’t stay if they couldn’t you thought before you began to get babied left to right you could even you use the bathroom without ‘assistance’

After you got discharged and we’re out on bed rest with ibuprofen you would’ve thought you had broken every bone in your body as your lovers cared for you not letting you lift a finger that including to touch a remote

“Are you sure you don’t need anymore tea”

“Robinnnn” You whined swatting your girlfriends hand away from your face for the seemingly 8th time in two hours

“Alright I’m going, I’m just going to go get the take out and Steve will be here soon with you prescription and-”

“Robin go!”

“Alright I’m going”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger thing season 4 #romance #fluff #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #polyamourous #poly relationship #polyamory #i love you #thewriterg

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hyperfixationhopper · 2 years ago

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c,,,can you do revenant x male reader headcanons?

giggling.... VERY LOUDLY RN ILY anyways

did i get a little carried away? fuck yes

allllsoooooo i may or may not have left it at a cliffhanger bc I maaayyyy have an idea for a series. its probable that this piece will be disregarded if I do continue with a series, some of the things I've written conflict with how I'm thinking I want it to go and tbh I don't rlly wanna go back and revise it lol. so if I do make the series, disregard this pls lmao I'm gonna rewrite this but in a proper format and more serious anyways lol ty anon for sparking this idea :)

pls tell me if I made a mistake with Icelandic, I'm still learning and going off of memory rn lmao

anyways

-i feel like the the most probable way you two would meet is if you're a legend in the games

-and even then, you'd have to be pretty remarkable for Rev to notice you

-but being remarkable is for LOSERS

-The victory party held by Mirage for your, Mirage's, and Bloodhound's win was.. not your scene, to say the least.

-(In your opinion, you didn't even deserve to be at the party, Hound did most of the work, and you felt even Eliott did more than you did, as much as they would like to argue otherwise. All in all, it was a lucky win, at most.)

-The loud music, strobe lights and smoke were quite overwhelming. The only thing keeping you from leaving was the nice drinks, and quiet conversations with Bloodhound, who understood your discomfort, and wished to alleviate it the best they could. (i want bloodhound to be my best friend tbh)

-You let Hound know you were going to go top up your drink, stood up, and walked to the bar

-You were a little tipsy, since either this drink was incredibly strong, or your alcohol tolerance was incredibly low

-So of course, you were stumbling a little bit.

-As you walked to the bar, you were stopped in your tracks rather abruptly, as you had walked into an odd metal pole of some sort, wearing a red headscarf, and a questionable red loincloth, it had shoulder pads as well, including some other robotic things on its body, yellow eyes piercing through you, seemingly analyzing your features. It was difficult to discern what was paint and what was blood.

-wait what the fuck

-poles dont have shoulder pads, silly!

-as you examined the pole a little more you realized, said pole was in fact not a pole, and one of the simulacrum legends, Revenant, the homicidal assassin who seemed to enjoy killing a bit too much.

-wait holy shit

-The first thought racing through your head was probably something along the lines of;

-HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM FUCKING DEAD OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHI

-...

-something like that

-"Oh fuck- uhh I'm so sorry uh" The words making a sprint to escape your mouth, in case you had just received a death sentence, which, let's be honest, you probably did.

-He merely grumbled something incoherent, looked you up and down, pushed past you and continued walking, drink in hand.

-Had you done something wrong? Does he hate you? Anxiety filled your body, and self loathing thoughts began to flood your head. Was this irrational? Absolutely. He seems to hate everyone. Of course, you'd be no different. What could possibly make you different from the others to make you worth his time? Hell, what made you worth anyone's time?

-You did feel bad, you were going to make it up to him, you owed him that much, even if all you did was walk into him. But how would you do it? You heard he likes strong alcohol. Maybe that? You walked up to the bar and asked for the strongest alcohol they had.

-You heard boots behind you, "Bless, felagi fighter. I witnessed what happened, are you alright?" Bloodhound sounded a little worried, they placed a hand on your shoulder, checking you for any sign of.. well anything. Sure, they knew you could hold your own, they were your best friend after all. But this is Revenant we're talking about here, even the great hunter is an equal, at most to the simulacrum. Suddenly you felt eyes on you.

-"Oh, yeah, I'm alright." You grabbed the drink as the bartender placed the dark liquid in front of you. Bloodhound eyed you suspiciously.

-"You do not drink liquor of that intensity." They sighed, realizing your intent. "You... cannot possibly be thinking of trying to apologize to the beast, no?" They were obviously were hoping they were wrong, and you were just being adventurous, even if that adventure will have your head pounding and you laying in bed all of the next day.

-Alas, the tracker was correct. They were smart, you'll give them that.

-"... No...?" They sighed once more at your fruitless attempt at a lie. "I.. cannot stop you, no. But be careful, friend. I will be watching from afar in case something happens, Artur as well." You chuckled a bit at their concern. "I think I'll be alright, but thank you." They paused a moment, before they retracted their hand from your shoulder. "May the God's bless you, I will see you soon." They walked away after that.

-They cared so much it hurt you. You couldn't possibly be worth their time, could you?

-You shook it off, and turned around and began walking to where Revenant was seated. He was far from the crowd, seems he's not a party type of guy. Neither are you, so at least you have something decent in common. You greeted Mirage as you walked by, he was incredibly social tonight, more so than usual.

-"Heeeyy champion! How've you been!" He was too friendly for you, definitely. You'll still humor him though. "Hey! I'm alright, you know me, not a party guy." You fake laughed to relieve tension, luckily he's none the wiser to your façade. "Good, good. Hey man, I thought you didn't drink alcohol that strong, or you just trying something new?" Thank fuck he gave you an easy out. "Haha, yeah. Figured being a lightweight was boring." He laughed and shot finger guns at you before leaving and continuing to dance with the others.

-You didn't even have to look to know Bloodhound was amused and probably laughing at your awkwardness. They didn't even have to hear you to know you were nervous as shit. You looked at them, low and behold, their body was definitely enough proof to know they were laughing. You rolled your eyes, and pushed on.

-Revenants arms were crossed, and his left leg was crossed over his right, his now empty drink on the side table beside him. His eyes followed you, they were less threatening than they were before, but he still emit enough of a fearful aura for you to be a little worried for yourself.

-"I uh, I got you another drink, as an apology, I didn't mean to walk into you like that, I'm sorry." He grunted a bit, he seemed amused that you'd go so far just to apologize. Nonetheless, he took it from you when you held it out to him. "Heh, thanks skinsuit." He finished it in a single swig. He was being oddly nice, maybe he was wasted as hell?

-"Huh, you've got taste. This isn't that bad." he admired the glass before setting it down next to his previous drink. "Oh, I just picked something that looked strong, um, lucky guess, I suppose?" He hummed in approval, not breaking eye contact for even a second. You, on the other hand, your eyes were darting around everywhere, unsure of where to look. He seemed amused.

-"I uh, guess I'll be goi-" Suddenly he was stern. "Sit, skinbag." You quickly made your way to the only chair in close proximity, which just happened to be the one just left of him.

-This is gonna be a long night.

-Not much conversation was made, unsurprisingly enough.

-Though he'd say something every now and then mocking one of the other legends, like how Wraith is being emo at the bar alone, or how Pathfinder was just kind of standing there, giving a thumbs up. You did genuinely laugh and agree each time. You both just watched the crowd in a comfortable silence.

-He was suspiciously not threatening to kill you, he was even being nice, in his own way. This is fucking weird.

-Bloodhound did keep their word, and looked over often. Them and Revenant seemed to glare at each other often, was there some sort of rivalry going on here? You weren't to familiar with all the legends' relationships with each other, other than the obvious ones, Revenant and Loba hating each other, and you get that, she's had a bit of a manipulative streak, and has stolen multiple of your possessions. As well as Loba and Valkrie flirting all the time, You've talked to Kairi a few times, she's confident and kind, she's cool.

-He let out a low, almost animalistic growl. "The hunter, what's their problem." It came out more like a demand than a question. "O-Oh, uh, they're a close friend-" He cut you off, the sternness returning from before. "That's not what I asked, skinsuit." He looked down at you, he glared. You couldn't read him at all. "They uh, want to make sure I'm safe." You looked away, embarrassed you blew their cover. His demeanor changed nearly instantly. He laughed, "Make sure you're safe?! Hah! Even if I wanted to hurt you, they can't do shit." He threw his head back and chuckled. Good lord he was getting a kick out of this- Wait, he didn't want to hurt you? Your face flushed a little at the thought, the guy who seemed to want to skewer anything that moved didn't want to put a knife through your skull? Unlikely, but possible. He was probably just hammered out of his mind. "You're blushing. Ooh~ did I strike a nerve?" His voice was so low, nearly seductive- Is he flirting??? God it sounds like it. Why is he so friendly with you?? Suddenly you feel the slightest bit of confidence. "You, the homicidal robot, are quite talkative, have I perhaps struck your interest?" God the fucking balls on you, dude, you regret it almost immediately, but hold your ground. Bloodhound is watching all of it, they seem intrigued. You noticed Wraith glance over, mildly interested. Perhaps the voices told her something?

-Revenant hummed almost seductively, pulling your attention back to him. "Mmm.. Where's your sense of self-preservation? Or perhaps you've forgotten who I am?" He's leaning over you now, He lifts his hand up, his index finger transforming into a sharp blade. He raises his had to your cheek, dragging his index finger down it, almost in a possessive way, his eyes staring deep into yours. you were almost cowering beneath him, you were slightly afraid, but you held your ground.

-"I would not do that if I were you, anðskoti." Bloodhound had silently made their way behind him, their axe and knife drawn positioned so one swift movement and the simulacrum's head would be severed. Renee had followed them, kunai drawn in a defensive manner as she stood behind them, as backup. She was another close friend of yours, albeit not as close as Bloodhound, she cared for your wellbeing too. Luckily, this place was secluded enough so attention was not drawn to any of you. Surprisingly, Revenant merely chuckled. He stared at you for a moment, "I'll see you later, skinsuit." before walking away.

-What the hell is happening??

#revenant x male reader #revenant apex #revenant x reader #cocky motherfucker!!#flirty bitch!!#anyways #god this is so bad I'm sorry </3

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rintarous · 5 years ago

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fwb!suna

hottie alert wee woo wee woo fbi arrest him also if you’ve read the timeskip in the manga and it briefly shows suna can i just fucking tell u like holy shit hes fucking h+t + p.s implied sex <3

you two probably met at a random party thrown by terushima

and he was kinda popular with the girls so he had girls beside him the entire time you first noticed suna

but little did you know he had eyes on you the moment you walked in

he’s definitely going to thank terushima for throwing this sick party my dude

as the night gets deeper the more you got yourself wasted

like duh? its a college party

same goes to suna but lucky for him, his alcohol tolerance is spot on

so a few shots of vodka and any more of that shit wouldn’t hurt him

and now you’re kinda wasted and shit just walking around the place, greeting people here and there

when your eyes landed on suna,, again for the 2nd time tonight

homeboy was kinda looking for you too the whole night

cs u were hot shit just like he was

and so you approached him

he’s kinda surprised that you were the first one who made a move on him

so a little chit chat here and there later he finally asks you the question

“wanna get out of here for a bit?” he whispers in your ear a bit seductively

and thats how you found yourself entangled with him under the sheets if ya know what im saying ;)))

but the entire time you guys were doing the deed, you two cracked jokes here and there

and this weird ass friendship was born

so you two both agreed to be friends with benefits whenever theres a party or u just need a good release

you didnt mind it cs you know for a fact after this party is over, you’ll never see him again cs you never saw him on campus anyway

so after how many rounds later you two are finished and you two go back downstairs to the party

like nothing happened

except for the fact your lips are swollen and theres a bunch of hickies on suna’s neck

ngl he really looks,,, hot

so tbh u were kinda lowkey bummed out that you might never see him again

what you didn’t know was he slipped his number on a piece of paper when he slid his hands on the back of your jeans

but u dont text him

CS UR SCARED BAHAHAHAHA

so fast forward a week later after that party

you were kinda lonely and u wanted to see him again cs duh friendship

you had this project for this one class you have and you and kita ended up being partners

but your project was about some theory about computers and such and you’re just like what the fuck??

luckily for kita, he knows someone who’s taking a computer related course or something related to your said project and guess who it is ladies

thats right it was suna fucking rintarou

“i know someone who can help us” kita says, grabbing his phone and scrolling through his contacts

“cool. what course does he take” you ask as you took a peek

“electrical engineering” - kita

boi u were shookt when suna comes rolling in the cafeteria where he was going to meet his friend

“hey kita-san” suna greets and when he turns to you he just had this biggest smile on his face

“holy shit it’s you” suna beams, glad he FINALLY got to see you again

and like right off the bat you were red again like how the fuck did you not notice him before

he was hot AND an intellectual

anyway

the three of you spent majority of your time working on your project at your apartment

cs it was closer to school and kita still has to go home to take care of his granny and shit so he leaves p early but he gets shit done so its okay

so you alr know what happens next

when u’re feeling stressed over this goddamn project of yours,,,

suna graciously gives you a quick fuck to let out your frustrations

and thats like every other day

man you were starting to be head over heels over that bitch at this point

he just knows where to hit it you know??

kinda hard not to fall for someone that attentive 👀

so gradually, those quick sessions of yours turned more affectionate?? if you say so yourself

like it isn’t as rough like it used to be anymore?? like he’s scared of hurting u or some shit

and u couldve sworn he gave you heart eyes when you two made eye contact during sex

which never fucken happens??

oh boi this dude got you wrapped around his finger

but what you didnt know is that its the exact same thing to him, you got HIM wrapped around your finger

so for the first time ever you ask him to stay over

“can you stay?” you mumbled, hiding your face away from him after your session

suna GIGGLES

“thought you’d never ask”

lowkey tho y’all spooned the entire night after cleaning each other up

and after that you two started avoiding each other

you were crushed dude

but you didn’t want to catch feelings cs thats against the unspoken rule you had with him when you two agreed to become friends with benefits

kita notices this and asks you what’s wrong

and you basically asked him his opinion abt your situation rn

and hes just like: “well if you like him that much, why won’t you just admit it to him? cause it seems like he feels the same way”

and u were like contemplating about it

so on the final day of working on your project,,, you decide to confront suna about your feelings for him

after kita leaves ofc

when he does leave, it turned awkward inside your apartment

like dead silence

as he was packing his shit back to his bag and you were like standing in front of your front door staring at him, hands shaking

“uhh suna?” you squeaked as he basically towered over you, “can i tell you something?”

suna flashes you his signature smile, “sure! what’s up?”

your mouth went dry and suddenly you don’t know basic words

you looked like a fish out of water just opening and closing your mouth a bunch of times

you just couldn’t find the right words nor express yourself so you did something you knew you did best,, you kissed him

you cupped his cheeks and kissed him like there was no tomorrow

and now suna was obviously caught off guard

he dropped his bag and his hands immediately went flying to your hips

he kinda pushed you against the door as you slid your tongue into his mouth, tugging his hair slightly

you pulled away first, putting your forehead against his, staring at his eyes

“i really like you” you mumbled, cheeks turning pink

suna has never felt this ecstatic

“fucking finally” he huffs out, kissing your nose. “i thought i was the only one getting attached” he smiles

and after this you two continued your previous actions and obviously ended up getting hot and steamy in bed ;)

the end <3

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu x reader #suna imagines #suna scenarios #suna headcannons #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro imagines #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintaro headcannons #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou imagines #suna rintarou scenarios #suna smut #suna rintarou smut #quenching my suna thirst

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rrickgrrimes8 · 4 years ago

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Come Clean ~ Dylan x bi!reader

*homophobia is NOT tolerated here at all so piss off if you are thanks ☺️*

This is it.

Today is the day I finally come clean about who I am. Well not fully come clean I still have to tell my parents after this which I kid you not will be a shit show. Today is the day I come out to my boyfriend Dylan.

Now I can hear you guys confused thoughts through the screen. Yes I have a boyfriend. No I am not a lesbian. No I am not straight. Now for the grand reveal... I'm bisexual. I like boys and girls and I'm insanely proud of that. You probably wouldn't think that knowing I haven't told anyone for the first 24 years of my life but I can assure you I am. I've dated girls in the past and I've dated boys. Just because I'm not out to my family and friends doesn't make me ashamed of who I am and who I like.

And the reason that I'm so scared of telling people is because I don't want to lose them. Which I know is something one I can't control and two I should assume that I would lose them if I told them but I know for sure that telling my parents wouldn't end well because let's just say they are massive homophobic assholes and I know that because when I was a freshman in highschool my mom caught me kissing my best friend who is also a girl. My mom immediately kicked her out and called for my dad. She and him were screaming hestrically. Ranting and raving all sorts of bullshit. One being 'im never going to have grandkids. Oh my god I'm never going to be a grandma' but that doesn't beat the beautiful - note the sarcasm - words of my father 'I can't believe I've raised a dyke daughter oh what a disappointment she is'. So let's just say I had a traumatic childhood. As soon as they finished there screaming I just decided it was better to tell them that I was straight and she came onto me then the truth of that I had a massive crush on her. They soon got over that and we never spoke about.

But enough about my parents the real thing I wanted to say is that I'm terrified of losing Dylan. I don't know if Dylan is like my parents - god I hope not - or if he'll support me.

We've been together for almost 3 years and you know the story. Boy meets girl. Girl spills coffee all over him causing him to get severely burned and sent to the hospital prompting girl to be incredibly sorry but boy found her hot and asked her out. You know the usual stuff.

"Hey baby you okay?" Dylan asked snapping me out of the trance I had no clue I was in. I turned to him quickly and looked upon his concerned face. "U-uh fine j-just thinking" I mumbled adjusting my position in Dylan's arms. "Thinking bout what?" He said wearing his insanely adorable smile. "Umm nothing. No one. Nothing" I stumbled over my words causing Dylan to cock his eyebrow at me.

"You sure gorgeous?" I nodded but almost instantly stopped myself. "No actually I'm not okay" I said changing my mind and suddenly finding a rush of courage. "Okay baby what's wrong?" His hand ran through my hair gently combing out the knots in there.

"W-we need to talk" I hummed. Dylan immediately stopped what he was doing and pulled his hand away. His face contorted into a look of sadness and fear. He thinks I'm going to break up with him. "A-about what?" He stuttered clearly anxious to know what I was going to say. When I pulled out of his arms and positioned myself facing him his eyes started to build up small tears but he refused to let them fall.

"A-are you b-breaking up with m-me?" His voice cracked as he spoke and his tears fell freely. "Oh my god no Dylan I'm not breaking up with you." I assured him. "But you might after I tell you this." I whispered to myself sadly and his fearful look left his beautiful face and he whipped his tears away but his face soon turned into a look of concern and worry.

"What is it baby?" He said softly moving his hand to my cheek. "U-um well I need to tell you something." "You can tell me anything" Said the man.

"Uhh well let's see um how can I- Uh I don't know how to" I rambled but was cut off by Dylan's deep chuckle. "Spit it out baby" he teased stroking my check. "I LIKE GIRLS!" I bellowed. The words slipping away from my tongue without my consent. Dylan's hand left my cheek leaving behind a cold feeling and missing of his warmth.

"Y-you like girls?" He questioned more then stated and I nodded my head closing my eyes wanting this moment to be over. He cleared his throat causing my eyes to shoot open. "W-what about me?" Dylan's voice shook slightly his fear of me breaking up with him took control.

"Oh shit" I mumbled under my breath moving onto his lap and straddling him. "I like girls a-and guys Dyl" He furrowed his eyebrows at me inquisitively. "I-I'm bisexual. Bi. The big old bisex as no one calls it" He laughed at my stupidity and I felt myself untense. His laugh calmed by of the scale anxiety filled nerves and I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding.

"So what's the big deal baby? Why are you so nervous?" His hand gently rubbed my knee in a way to comfort me. "W-well I-I was kinda scared that maybe just maybe that you'd you know" I said attempting to draw away from the subject knowing he'd just get hurt by it.

"I'd what (y/n)?" "B-break up with me" I spoke shyly and I could see Dylan's face fall. His eyes were consumed by hurt and new formed tears found there way to his cheeks. "Y-you thought I'd break up with you because you're bisexual?" I nodded sadly looking away from him. "I'm sorry" I whispered feeling a pang of guilt in my gut.

"Hey baby there's nothing to be sorry for I-if anything I'm sorry" He reassured me moving closer towards me the process. "W-why would you be sorry?" I cried my head falling down to look at my shaky hands. "Because you're upset about this and that you'd think that my feelings towards you would change if you told me"

"you're feelings haven't changed?" I said a spark of hopefulness ignited inside of me. "No of course not (y/n) I do and always will love you till the day I die. I love every part of you. I love you voice. Your laugh. Your beautiful (y/e/c). Your lips. Your sexy little butt." He joked while moving his hands to my butt squeezing lightly causing me to giggle like a school girl. "I love everything including the fact you like girls. You're sexuality doesn't change anything and I'll love you no matter what." He added igniting a huge undying smile onto my face ignoring the tears that were plastered over my red raw cheeks.

"You mean that?" I asked just wanting to make sure. "More than anything. I've loved you since the first day I met you." "But the first day I met you I put you in the hospital." Dylan laughed while taking my cheeks into his hands lovingly.

"Yes you did but I still knew that one day I'm going to marry you." I was taken aback from his confession. We'd never spoken about marriage or anything a long those lines so him saying this now is quite the shocker.

"But at las that is for another day my love. I love you (y/n). I love you forever." Dylan mummered against my lips before kissing them lightly. "I love you forever and more" you confessed causing Dylan to grin into your passionate kiss.

He loves me no matter what. I thought to myself happily. And I love him too.

#dylan obrien imagine #dylan obrien x y/n #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien angst #dylan obrien x bi!reader #bisexual #bi!reader #lgbtq #imagine #coming out #y/n #x reader

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zaikaglow · 4 years ago

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Umbrageous Part 4

Pairing: Hange x Reader, Eren x Reader, Erwin x Reader (soon to be Levi x Reader)

Summary: Erwin is out and leaves you under Eren’s watchful eye to keep you out of trouble but when he gets called into the office on a Saturday what is a girl to do to entertain herself while plotting her next move of her office conquest

Content Warnings: Step dad! Erwin, alcoholism mention, size kink, cheating, pseudoincest

This chapter is the longest yet but I decided not to break it up for cohesiveness (if its to hard to read I may break it up if I get that request)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You were laying in bed wrapped under the covers when you felt a hand touch your foot, Erwin you assume. A smile spreads across your face even while it's buried into the pillow, you feel happy knowing Erwin couldn't resist you so badly he was sneaking into your room while your mother slept off her hangover upstairs. But it's still only 7am and you're tired so you just tug open the covers as an invitation to slide in next to you. Instead of feeling a warm Erwin sliding in next to you to wrap you up in his big arms you're jolted as someone jumps into the bed and a nose starts to nuzzle behind your ear and under your jaw. “Eren”??? You exclaim as you sit up in bed looking bewildered that somehow this boy had gotten into your room. He’s laying down, head propped up on one hand, his elbow digging into the pillow next to yours. “Your dad told me to come and wake you” he says smiling ear to ear “uhh what are you doing here? On a saturday?” you reply still confused as to why he’s here. His eyebrows raised a little, seeming almost a little hurt that you seemed more confused than excited, the poor boy was so down bad for you at times you almost felt a little bad that he was a pawn in your deprived incestous game. “Mr.Smith told me he had an event to go to today and that I should come hand out to keep you company today, he’s making breakfast downstairs”. You place a hand onto his cheek rubbing your thumb in circles in an attempt to placate the saddened look on his face. It works and his smile returns and he takes your hand in his “let's go downstairs”.

Erwin is at the stove wearing a white tee shirt and his old plaid pajama bottoms, so simple and yet he looks oh so handsome especially when he turns around and smiles “Thanks for getting y/n out of bed Eren”. You both take a seat at the table Erwin places plates of pancakes in front of you and Eren and the dark haired boy slides his hand onto your thigh. “So are you and mom going out tonight or something” you say, still confused as to why Erwin would have invited the “Jaeger boy” into your house and then sending him into your bedroom. Erwin now sits down with the two of you at the table “Yes we have an engagement for her work this evening but we’ll be leaving soon. I figured your friend Eren here could keep you company while we're gone. Keep you out of trouble” He says with a wink. “I'll do my best Mr.Smith” Eren says mouth full, he’s lucky he’s hot otherwise that would have been utterly repulsive.

A few hours later and your mom and Erwin had left, they were probably going to be staying the night at some Inn since the event was so far away but Erwin had made sure to tell Eren that while he was to keep you company today he shouldn't be staying the night and that he’d be checking in. You and Eren were sitting on your bed, you laying down feet propped up against the headboard scrolling through your phone ignoring a text from Jean asking how you were doing over break and asking if you wanted to hang out once the break ended and that he missed you.. Like he missed his other friends of course (him trying to cover up his feelings only making them more obvious. Eren is sitting at the foot of the bed rattling off things that you could be doing. He wanted to prove to you that he could show you a good time, hopeful that after you both went back to school that you’d still want to see him. You two had been at the same campus this past year and you had never even known he existed; he worried about how easy it would be to forget him after the winter break ended. “Well we could go sledding? I have some old ones back at my place and there's this hill right in town I think that will be fun? Would you think that would be fun?” Eren was rambling when suddenly his phone went off and his eyes went wide “Mr.Ackermen? No it's okay, yeah I can help. Uh actually I was supposed to watch Mr.Smith's daughter today can I bring her? Oh really? Okay I guess that works out” he hangs up the phone. The words coming out of his mouth are so fast they almost blur together “Uhh y/n Im really sorry but Mr.Ackerman’s client had a problem come up and I know it's saturday but I have to come in a help but also the client is there and they're pretty cool i've met them so do you want to come with me? You could hang out with Hange or something. I'm sorry” he looks so nervous that you're about to get mad or upset but his face relaxes as you turn your head and just say “sure” right as you send a text saying the exact same thing to Jean.

It feels strange being back at the office on a saturday the normal bustle of people gone but also you were excited this felt like a way to get your foot in the door or zipper? Of Mr.Ackermans pants. You still knew that this would be the best way to get under Erwin’s skin and force his hand, but you hoped you could do it without Eren finding out it would break the poor boy's heart and he was a pretty good lay in the meantime besides you’ve never even seen Mr.Ackerman for all you knew he was an ugly old guy. You werent even sure if he’d be someone you could tolerate fucking for pure revenge yet.

But that fear was quelled when you saw him, surprised a little by his height he was tiny and you’d have to look down to meet his eye but he was beautiful. His undercut raven hair makes his stealy eyes look exceptionally blue. He was so perfect and little it was almost like he was a doll. And you were surprised at yourself, you mean you had laughed at the jokes about short guys before using the word “manlet” but you couldn't help but notice the tingling in between your thighs thinking about how hot it would be to be towering over him tilting up his perfect little chin to look you in the eyes as you pinned him down with your thighs.

“Eren, when you said you had to watch someone I figured it be a child” Mr.Ackerman said raising an eyebrow

“Yeah well my dad seems to think I’m one” you replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. The corners of Mr.Ackerman’s lips lifted and he let out a small chuckle “I’m Levi, you dad's business partner” he says extending his hand. You give it a slight squeeze to his hand shake admiring how delicate his hands were. “Im y/n it’s nice to finally meet you”. Eren steps out from behind you “So does this mean I can call you Levi now?” Eren chimes in “No” Levi replys rather flatly. It looks like he’s about to say something else when suddenly you see someone emerge from Levi’s office “Leeeeviiii is that your little friend whos here to help? Oh Eren it's nice to see you again!” you're a little surprised how this stranger is also very attractive, you were so used to messing with boys that you were a little caught off guard by just how attractive this feminine presenting person was. What the fuck was in the water in this town. Instead of walking around the couch that was placed by the office door they clamored over it, Levi wincing as their feet touched the cushions. “Hi, I’m y/n” you say extending your hand the stranger grabs it with both of their hands “I'm Hange Zoe, it's nice to meet you” they say with the most endearing smile. “Hange I told you to keep your goddamn feet off my couch!” Levi exclaims, still holding onto your hands Hange replies ``oh relax, you're so uptight I know you’d make everyone take their shoes off in here if you could”.

“Absolutely I would. Eren we have work to do, Hange try not to bore y/n to death” Levi says before closing the office door behind him. Hange pulls you back onto the cough they had previously just climbed over and asked you how you felt about science. “I like it, I'm actually majoring in biology right now” you say Hange’s eyes light up. They tell you about how they owned a small biotech company that was undergoing a merger and that was what brought them to Levi and Erwin’s business. They went on for a few hours about the intricacies of what they did when suddenly they stopped noticing you staring “Im sorry am I boring you? I’m told I have a habit of droning on” they say apologetic looks in their eyes. “No you're not boring me, I just noticed how beautiful your eyes are”. That's when they invited you back to their hotel, you had both been there so long, Eren and Levi were still working and it would be a while so why not? They popped in to tell the men they’d be giving you a ride home and that when you found yourself sitting on a queen sized bed drink in hand when Hange tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ve never done this before, had sex with someone who’s not a man” you say shly Hange is kissing up your neck when they make it to your ear they whisper “youre a scientist” they nip at your earlobe “consider it a sort of experiment” they kiss you tasting sweet tang of their drink on your mouth. You bite your bottom lip sliding your hand up their thighs “will you teach me?” Hange bends down to kiss your ribs over your shirt their hands starting to move towards the button of your jeans when you place your hands over their harms running them up till you meet their jaw and pull their face back up to meet yours “you first” you mutter before dropping to your knees your head now between theirs. Your fingers make quick work of Hange’s button down and when you get to their chest you notice they weren't wearing a bra under their shirt. You kiss by their navel dragging your tongue up till you reach their nipple swirling your tongue around it before latching your lips to it. With how soft they felt in your hand and the way they moaned, threw their head back and gripped at the bed sheet you could feel your own panties getting soaked. You start to move your head back down kissing along their stomach until you get to their waistband you look up at Hange while your delicate fingers start to unbutton their slacks ``you're going to tell me what to do right?” their hand brushes your hair back, their fingers massaging through your scalp “of course my dear”.

Hange’s hands are pressed to both sides of your face “hhmm thats it, keep circling just like that” you have 2 fingers inside their tight cunt moving in and out making sure to use your knuckles to hit that sweet spot at the top just like Erwin does for you. You keep your pointed tongue moving in quick circles around their clit pausing every few strokes to wrap your lips around it and suck, until finally the fist your hair in their hands as you feel them start to clench around your fingers “good girl, now your turn”. They take your arms pulling you up as they lay down bringing your core right above their mouth kissing your slit over your panties hand running down your thigh, trailing their finger down the crease of your thigh and and core until they reach around the fabric pulling it to the side before dipping their tongue inside you. Your thighs squeeze around Hange’s face as they drag their tongue out of you and up around your clit. Fingers starting to run up your body making their way to your bra. Instead of unclasping it they pull down the cups letting your breasts spill out, fingers tweaking your nipples. It's all too much as you reach back to undo the rest of the bra you feel yourself getting closer as their tongue is back and forward from your dripping slit to your clit and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you ride out your orgasm on their thick tongue.

Laying back in bed Hange has their hands folded behind their head while your sitting cross legged blankets are pulled up to your wrist but your chest is still bare “hey Hange this may not be the best time for this.. But uh is that Levi guy single?” you say playing with fabric between your two fingers too embarrassed to look at the person who just fucked you into oblivion about another. A smile breaks across Hange’s face as they sit up and prop their head up under their fist “Levi?? You're interested really?” you look over at them trying to contain the nervous smile you feel tugging at your lips “yeah I think I am”. They laugh “That little hardass he seems tough but I know he’s lonely he’d appreciate attention from someone as delectable as you”, they tilt their head to the side “I'll introduce you to him again, I know how to warm him up”

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pro-fangirls-unsocial-life · 4 years ago

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The Duty of a Captain - Part Two

A/N: Hello Everyone! So this is the first fic that I have written like this. Posting chapters once I’m finished with them. I usually try and write the whole thing and then post each chapter on a schedule, but I was just so excited to tell Doc’s story that I thought I’d try this! If you want to be tagged whenever I post a new chapter of Doc’s story, please message me and let me know! Oh! Ad the italics are Docs thoughts (sorry if thats not clear, Im still a learner lol).

Length: ~2600 words (damn I did not mean to make it that long. I thought maybe 1000 lol)

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, abuse, pong krell, angst

It had taken more time than usual to get all of the field equipment back to the Jedi cruiser Tolerance. With so many men being lost, there were not as many hands to get the usual post battle procedures done and General Krell was not happy with the delay.

Doc had been called back to the cruiser before the rest of his men down on the surface to deliver the mission report to the Jedi council alongside the Besalisk Jedi. He had finished the troop requisitions and mission report hours ago and had begun helping the others load up equipment when he got the transmission.

Now, as he held onto the handle of the gunship that had been sent to pick him up, he held his breath. He had never spoken to the Jedi council before, but he had heard stories. He remembered hearing his captain talking about how intimidating it was. How even from across the galaxy, they could feel the slightest thing. How the combined power of all of those Jedi masters was a force to be reckoned with. At least, that is what the general had told his former captain.

He was afraid to face that much power. If the other Jedi were anything like his general, he wanted the meeting with them to go by as fast as possible.

He imagined what they might be like. He envisioned powerful warriors, all huge and intimidating like his general. With merciless eyes and a scowl that sent fear through the bodies of anyone who dared to look upon it. He imagined their lightsabers never being too far away from their hands, ready to be ignited and run through something or someone at a moment’s notice.

Doc was pulled from his thoughts when the voice of the pilot came through his comms and he felt the ship being maneuvered into the main hanger. “We’re here sir.” The doors opened as the ship was set down, revealing Krell waiting in the hanger with his arms crossed behind his back.

“Thanks for the lift Short-stuff,” Doc said as he stepped out onto the metal floor of the hanger.

“Anytime sir.” The doors to the ship closed behind Doc as he began walking away, his hands reaching up to take off his helmet. “Oh, and sir?”

Doc briefly stopped and looked up toward the cockpit, his hands halting on the sides of his head as the man stared back at him.

“Good luck.”

Doc finished pulling off his helmet, a small smile gracing his features as he gave the pilot a quick nod.

“CT-5770, start moving! I have a mission report to give and will not be blamed for you making me late.”

Doc spun around, quickly making his way to follow the general out of the hanger. “Yes, sir. My apologies, sir.”

Krell dismissively waved his hand, not bothering to look behind him at Doc as he spoke. “Am I correct in assuming that you are ill equipped for this situation?”

Doc furrowed his brow, thinking through what he had already done. He had already turned in the mission report, and the casualty and damage reports. What more could he do to be prepared? “Excuse me, sir,” he asked, confusion lightly lacing his voice.

“Feeble minded clones,” Krell muttered under his breath. He stopped and spun around, looming over the captain. “You have never given a mission report to any Jedi before? Correct?”

Doc swallowed and stood straighter, coming to attention. “Yes, sir. That is correct, but all troops are trained on Kamino to be knowledgeable about—”

“Enough. I do not care about the laboratory that bred you or what you claim to know. Since you have never done it, let me give you some rules that I expect you to follow exactly. Is that understood?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Good.” Krell turned back around and kept walking toward the bridge. “You are to stand behind me at all times unless told otherwise. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You will remain silent and will only speak when spoken to directly by myself or the council.”

“Yes, sir.”

“When you are asked a question, you stick to the description of the battle that I give. The council does not have time to listen to your view of the smaller picture. Is that clear?”

Doc hesitated for a moment. “Why would the battle descriptions be different?”

The door to the bridge whooshed open and Krell walked up to the command table. “Do I make myself clear CT-5770,” Krell snapped over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir,” Doc said, the hesitation still apparent in his voice.

Krell threw a cold look over his shoulder as he stepped back, waiting for the transmission to begin. “Good.”

Doc felt a shiver run down his back as he came to attention behind Krell. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, afraid that the Jedi council would be able to sense his fear of them. Or worse, that Krell would be able to sense his unease about his presence alone.

“Incoming transmission from Coruscant, sir.”

“Put it through.”

Nine blue figures suddenly appeared on the table and Doc’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he catches himself and returns to a neutral face.

They don’t look anything like Doc had imagined them. All of them are wearing soft looking robes with their hands resting gently in front of them. Their lightsabers are tucked away, either out on a hip, or hidden within the fabrics they wear, far away from the hands that might wield them.

They do not dress like warriors, not wearing any armor. Those that do only wear basic arm and leg guards.

None of them look particularly threatening, especially considering that one is not even as tall as Doc’s knee.

They all share the peaceful demeanor and kind eyes that one would find in the company of an old friend.

“This can’t be right,” he thinks to himself. “This has to be some kind of trick to get me to slip up. Jedi aren’t kind.”

Krell does a small bow. “Shall we wait for the other three members of the council to arrive, Master Yoda?”

Doc once again has to keep himself from making a face when the small creature directly across from Krell speaks.

“Masters Shaak Ti, Kenobi, and Billaba, busy they are with other matters. Hear your report without them, we will.”

“That’s Grand Master Yoda? The head of the Jedi Council? The Jedi who leveled nearly one thousand battle droids by himself?”

“Very well,” Krell said. “The mission was a success. The planet Castell is now under Republic control and a treaty has been drafted for the mining resources that the planet possesses. They have also agreed to a Republic base being built there should we desire it.”

The Jedi to the left of Master Yoda shifts. “Yes, however this battle did take longer than expected. This has set our timeline for the entire system back.”

“I am aware, Master Windu.”

“And, many casualties your battalion has suffered,” Yoda said gravely.

“Yes,” Krell considered. “There were some… unforeseen circumstances that could not be avoided.”

“Liar.”

“Hmm. A new captain you have gained I see,” Yoda said as he gestured to Doc.

Doc stiffened, the fear he had before returning to him.

“Yes,” Krell said. “The previous captain was killed on this campaign.”

“Hmm.” Yoda brought his hand up to his chin as he looked over Doc. “Step forward Captain.”

Doc swallowed and stepped forward, his body never leaving attention as he stared directly in front of him.

All the eyes of the council were on him. He could feel them looking over him, taking in everything that they could see of his fear filled body.

“What is your name trooper?”

“My designation is CT-5770, sir,” he replied stiffly, not turning his eyes away from directly in front of him to look at the Jedi who had addressed him.

“Your name son,” came a different voice. It was soft and gentle, like the person it came from actually cared.

Doc faltered slightly, turning toward the voice to face the Kel-Dor Jedi. ��It’s- It’s uhh, Doc, sir,” he said cautiously before turning back to attention.

“Please, at ease be Captain.”

Doc looked back at Krell and was met with a neutral face, giving him no indication to stay at attention. Looking back at Yoda, he awkwardly shuffled into a stiff parade rest.

“Captain Doc,”

Doc’s eyebrows shot up at the sound of his name being said by someone other than his brothers before he quickly forced them back down, hoping that none of the Jedi noticed. All of them did.

“Agree with Master Krell’s description of the battle, do you?”

“No.”

“Yes, sir,” he said without hesitation, his fear of disobeying Krell’s rules pulsing in the back of his mind.

The council hesitated for a moment, all of the members on it exchanging quick glances before looking back at Doc.

“I sense much fear in you Captain,” the Kel-Dor Jedi said lightly.

Doc sucked in a breath, trying to quiet his mind.

The Kel-Dor leans forward, pointing at Doc. “You mustn’t be afraid to tell us information that we may not be pleased to hear.”

“Yes,” Yoda says. “Tell us the truth you must, so that better prepared we can be for future battles.”

Doc swallows, looking between the three Jedi who look at him with questioning faces.

“I do not fear telling you the truth Master Jedi,” he lies as he looks at each member of the council.

“So then Captain, tell us,” Windu says. “Do you agree with Master Krell’s description of the battle?”

Doc hesitates for a moment, looking back at Krell and seeing hard eyes staring back at him. He takes a deep breath, turning his attention back toward Master Windu.

“Well… I…” He quickly looks down, before bringing his head back up high.

The members of the council lean forward, urging him to finish his thought.

“I do think that there were ways we could have avoided so many casualties had we tried… different strategies.”

The Jedi all look at each other, nodding. “Then discuss that with your general, you will,” Yoda says.

He looks at Krell, whose expression Doc cannot see. “A discussion with your new captain, you will have. Then reassess the information you give in reports, you will. A discussion with you, I will have at a later date. Talk about what you and your captain agreed on, we will.”

Krell’s voice cuts through the tight tension that has taken over the bridge as the deck officers take turns staring at the meeting. “Yes, master.”

“Very good.” Master Windu looks around at all of the Jedi, who give him a soft nod. “Your next assignment will be transmitted to you within a few days. In that time, you are to travel to Kamino to pick up your new troopers.”

“Understood.”

Windu nodded at Krell and then Doc. “May the Force be with you.”

One by one, the blue images of the Jedi faded out until only Yoda remained. “Much fear there is in you young one,” he said as he pointed at Doc. “Know not what it is you fear, but learn to control it, you must. Yes.”

Doc looks at the ground before looking back at Yoda, nodding his head. “I will try sir.”

“You will. Of that, certain I am.” He gives one final smile to Doc, and then his image disappears.

Doc steps back from the table and instantly spins around toward his general, frantically trying to apologize. “Sir, I am so sorry. I didn’t know that they would—”

Doc yelps as a huge arm hits him hard across the face, sending him tumbling backwards onto the ground. His helmet clatters as it hits the ground and is sent flying across the floor.

He can feel his left eye pulsing as blood rushes to the area that was hit. He looks up to see his general towering over him with rage filling his eyes and a snarl covering his face.

“Sir, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“You will stand at attention when you speak to me clone!” Krell’s voice booms out across the silent bridge.

Every pair of eyes stares at him in fear, while breath is held in anticipation.

Doc begins pushing himself off of the floor, sucking in a sharp breath. “Yes, sir,” he says meekly.

He comes back to attention, looking up at the furious Jedi, before Krell’s left arm comes up to backhand Doc once again, sending him to the floor.

“How dare you embarrass me in front of the council!”

Doc begins standing up once again, trying to come to attention. “I’m sorry sir! I didn’t mean to—”

He feels Krell’s fist on his face again before he can fully get up and is sent to the floor once again.

“Consider this a warning clone,” Krell says, his voice a menacing growl. “You will learn your place. Understood?”

Doc brings his hand to his lip as he slowly gets up. He pulls it away to see blood on his glove before pulling his hand down to come to attention. He looks up at Krell defiantly, his left eye already beginning to swell and obstruct his vision. “Yes, sir.”

Krell looks around at the troopers on the bridge that have been staring at them with wide eyes. “Understood?”

As quick as lightning, they all snap to attention before saying in unison, “Sir, yes sir!”

With that, Krell turned and began storming out of the bridge, stopping just before he got to the door. He turned around walking back up to Doc and getting in his space. “I still expect those reports to be filled out on time, Captain.”

“Of course, sir,” Doc says, keeping his voice level.

He watches Krell leave before looking around at the shocked and terrified faces of his brothers. He sighs, bringing his hand back up to his bleeding lip. “It’s alright,” he says softly, trying to comfort them. “Everyone just try to get back to your work so that this day might end a bit better than it began.”

He looks around, seeing all of the fear on his brothers faces as they silently turn back to their duties. None of them are much older than him. Maybe three of the men he can see are the same age as him, but the rest are all younger.

He sighs, trying not to think about how terrified they must be. He needs to be strong for them like his brothers were for him when he first began the never-ending nightmare of serving in the 904th.

“Lieutenant,” he says.

“Yes, sir?”

“I am going to go to the med bay. Could you have someone go to the captain’s quarters and bring the data pad here? I am going to work on the bridge once I am done.”

“Of course, sir.”

Doc gives a small smile. “Thank you.” He lowers his voice. “Have someone notify me once the General has returned to his quarters for the night cycle. Once it has been cleared with me, begin phase one of the geode protocol. Can you do that?”

The lieutenant pulls back, his eyes lighting up slightly at the mention of the secret order. “Of course, sir.”

Doc puts his hand on the trooper’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Thank you.” He began to walk out of the bridge, stopping to turn back toward the lieutenant. “Comm me if anything is needed. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Doc began his walk toward the medbay, his lip dripping blood onto his plain white armor the entire time.

#my oc #clone trooper oc #clone trooper doc #CT-5770 #pong krell #the dirty mother fucker #my writing #the duty of a captain #death mention tw #blood tw #abuse tw

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comfortmarvelimagines · 5 years ago

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when you can’t find the quiet part 6

im baaaaackkkkkk !!!! so so so sorry that this took so long. i can’t put into words the sheer amount of shit that’s happened to me in the past few months. hope this at least partially makes up for it (i know it can’t fully, and im sorry)]

tw for near meltdown, self injurious stimming and use of the r slur

Can you please do an autistic!reader where the decathlon team has an excursion to the tower and the avengers say hi to the reader and peter and co.? then flash gets jealous and does something mean,,, some angst resolved with fluff (preferably by mama nat), if not that’s okay

Most kids loved field trips. Even the boring ones.

Regardless of where it was, a field trip was a break to the mundanity of school. There was increased opportunity for socialising, decreased work demands (no notes to be taken!), and most likely improved lunch options to what the cafeteria typically had to offer. Add on to that the fact that Stark Industries was arguably The Coolest Place on the Planet to the nerds of Midtown and you have a perfect storm of excitement. It seemed that the field trip was all everyone was talking about. Even Peter wouldn’t shut up about how cool it was, despite the fact that he practically lived at the tower.

You came to the conclusion that you were the only kid in the decathlon team that absolutely did not want to go.

Field trips were a change in routine. You didn’t know the exact schedule of when things were happening, or what exactly was going to happen. For all your google street-viewing, there was only so much you could find out about what the place would look like, what was inside, whereabouts your group would be visiting. You didn’t know what the buses there would be like, who you’d sit with, what teachers would be on your bus, how many kids would be in each tour group, what time you’d stop to eat lunch, whether the buses would leave on time when it was over. There were so many unpredictabilities, and no one ever seemed to be able to answer your questions.

Logically, you figured that Stark Industries should be alright, as far as field trips go. You’ve been there before, you know Tony and Nat and Bucky; in theory, you should be okay. You’re okay when you go there after school, and on weekends with Peter. But going there at a different time, to a different part of the building and with more people (including Flash) made you just as anxious as you would be for any other excursion. Which is why you tried everything to get out of it. Started acting ‘sick’ days beforehand, isolating yourself, not talking to anyone, hoping that your absence would be considered a normality by the time the day of the trip rolled around. Only it didn’t work, and you opened the door to an overly bubbly trio of friends bright and early on Wednesday morning.

“Hey Y/n, you excited for the trip?” Ned, unsurprisingly, was bouncing with excitement, topped off with a garishly conspicuous Stark Industries cap. Every inch the tourist.

Every inch the opposite of how you were feeling.

You stood in the doorway at a complete loss. You’d fully intended to stay cooped up in your room all day in your pyjamas, watching random shit on Youtube. The message to the group chat saying that you ‘weren’t feeling well’ was already half composed and ready to send. You’d played the part perfectly, casually mentioning symptoms of illness for days in preparation. But, somehow, you’d made friends with some of the most observant and persistent people you’d ever met. Which for the most part was great, but now it had you wishing the ground would open and swallow you whole.

You didn’t resist much as MJ marched her way over the threshold and started pulling an outfit out of your wardrobe, ushering you into the bathroom to get changed. It wouldn’t have worked. All three of them seemed to know what you were planning on doing and were prepared. By the time you’d thrown on the clothes and haphazardly cleaned yourself up, Peter and Ned had sorted out your backpack with all of the things you used to help deal with the input of bustling New York; noise cancelling headphones, a fidget cube, a bumpy tangle, a squishy dinosaur toy. Seeing as no one would be carrying books or laptops on the excursion, you knew they’d all have smaller bags, but you had your normal sized one. The size and weight and familiarity was comforting. You hoisted it over your shoulders and trudged out the door, dread settled in the depths of your stomach, right hand tapping the side of your thigh.

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By the time you arrived at Midtown High and saw the charter bus pulling up outside, the tapping had increased to borderline punching. Ned went to grab your wrist to pull it away, but you turned. The ache in your thigh was the only thing keeping you from running, and you couldn’t explain why. Words weren’t working by that point. The bus ride didn’t improve much; even with headphones on, you could still feel the vibration of the engine running through your toes, resonating upwards, and even the highest noise cancelling setting wasn’t enough to drown out your excited teammates and their impatient chatter. Peter had made sure that the four of you got the bench seat at the back of the bus so that you could all sit together, but you were still mad that they’d made you go. Didn’t they get it?

Things didn’t improve upon arrival. The staff member with you on the trip was a substitute, as Mr Harrington had other school commitments on the day, and you’d never met her before. A fact that became an issue when she made you take your headphones off when the tour guide turned up, and confiscated them when you were reluctant (despite your friends’ protestations and frantic attempts and explanation). The tour guide herself was nice enough- you’d seen her in the lobby a few times on your way in and out of the tower- but it wasn’t enough to balance out the chaos of the crowded public space. You made it no further than the elevator before pressing your hands over your ears. Hoodie over your head. Eyes half closed. It felt almost cruel that the sensory room, your safe space, was in the same building yet inaccessible.

Unbeknownst to you, Nat was well aware of the fact that you and Peter were visiting. She’d waited for FRIDAY to announce your presence before heading to the floor she knew the tour would start on, planning to ‘casually’ greet you. She knew about the bullying. She knew about the harassment that Flash gave Peter over the legitimacy of the internship, the deplorable things he’d said to you. And she fully intended to scare the crap out of Flash in the hopes of getting him to leave her kids alone, god damn it. He was the first person she spotted from down the corridor. She knew he was a dick, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Flash live streaming. Phone outstretched, voice raised.

God, the ego of this kid.

Your group started moving forwards as she headed towards you. She didn’t say much.

“Hey Pete, hey Y/n”

The look on Flash’s face was priceless.

“Y-you know the retard and friends?”

Nat stared, waiting.

“You mean Penis has a real internship?”

It felt like your guts were fighting to explode out of your body. You pressed your nails into the palms of your hands, in the crease beneath your knuckles. The bluntness of the nails did little to help.

“That’s enough.”

You willed your body to stay still, not stim not scream not run.

“Does this school’s policy tolerate that kind of language?”

“Uhh-”

“Yes or no?”

“I’m only a substitute, I’m not familiar with-”

You pressed the heels of your hands to your ears, fingers still curled. It wasn’t enough to make it quiet.

“Fine. Eugene?”

Don’t want to listen don’t want to listen. Don’t scream don’t stim stay still.

“Expect there to be consequences. I know about the bullying.”

You turned and walked back down the hallway, retracing the way you came in. Your heels dug into the floor and you walked stiffly, awkwardly, elbows locked straight at your sides in attempt to keep yourself from reverting to punching your thighs.

Nat followed.

As she made her way past the group, she discreetly directed the tour guide to carry on. If you did reach the point of a meltdown, which she was hoping you wouldn’t for your sake, she didn’t want an audience.

You were headed towards an R&D lab, full of SI employees, which wasn’t a particularly good option either. She noticed your hands bouncing, slapping your thighs, walking still stiff and jilted, the effort going suppressing everything evident down to the way you breathed. You heard footsteps behind you but didn’t realise they were Nat’s until she called out.

“Y/n”

You skipped a step, but didn’t stop. You just wanted to be alone away from everyone away from the humiliation and the teasing and the bad words and the stupid jokes you just didn’t get but everyone else did.

“Y/n, hun, just stop for me for a second.”

You did as you were told. Your body felt like it was on fire from the tension of being still. You didn’t want Nat thinking you were weird for biting your hand, so you gnawed on your lip instead, hands slightly flapping at your sides in little spinny motions.

“Okay, good job. Do you think we can take a minute to do some breathing?”

You shook your head no. No. You wanted, needed to scream and stim and run not breathe.

“Okay, I should’ve phrased that better,” Nat looked around, seemingly lost, at the ceiling. It was barely a second’s slip of her calm composure. She lowered herself to the floor and sat cross legged.

“Can you sit down with me?”

You let your legs give out, half crashing into the carpet.

“Can you give your hands a shake?” she shook her hands out in front, demonstrating.

You copied. The shake felt good, so you started properly flapping. You weren’t sure when, but at some point all self consciousness fell away and you were rocking back and forth, legs out, tension melting.

Eventually, most of the bad energy felt like it’d left your body, Your flaps turned to light taps on your knees and your rocking was much more relaxed. Now that your breathing had evened out, you were aware of how close you were to hyperventilating before. A wave of gratitude towards Nat washed over you.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Nat asked cautiously, hand already up halfway to rub your shoulder. You shook your head. It was hard to articulate, but touch right now would probably end in you hitting Nat involuntarily. Even your clothes weren’t feeling too great, like you were hyper aware of every contact point with your skin. You were glad she asked, even though your reaction most likely wouldn’t have hurt her no matter how violent on your part. The constant assumptions and invasions of your space on a daily basis, from everyone from kids at school to medical professionals, got to a point of making you feel almost less than human. That you weren’t worth the respect, triply so if you weren’t verbal. The entire field trip experience, although not all that enjoyable, had shown you a side of Nat you hadn’t seen before. A fiercely protective, quick-witted, almost motherly side. A side that let you know you had a safe landing. A side that gave you the courage to get up off the hallway floor and face the world again.

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cirocchio · 4 years ago

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Get To Know The Writer!

——— BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Ian

PRONOUNS: She / Her.

ZODIAC SIGN: Spiritually sagittarius

TAKEN OR SINGLE: dating ♡

——— THREE FACTS! ♡

I’m LOVE languages and learning fun things and facts about it... my brain power is not much but i like to hear about quirky facts and constructions and expressions in other languages. My 100% amor language is sssssspanish bc that’s where i had the Time of my Life (tm)

i am a huge nerd for lord of the rings and will 100% find a screencap/meme format for every occasion that is lotr related. i am also that loser who will tell u ‘did u know viggo broke his toe in that scene’ or ‘this is one of PJ’s cameos look’ or ‘this is elijah wood’s sister’ etc. etc. you name it i will drop all the facts no problem.

im big romantic bc i love all the romance stories period dramas fantasy romances shoujo stories otome games... but i have discovered that in real life im.... much more sceptic and tsundere but this has been knew and grumpy. lol. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE... my bf is the one with a shoujo mindset.

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

I started writing in uhh 2013-2014 with semi-self insert stuff and VERY BRIEFLY with Takumi from Nana. i very quickly decided i wanted an actual legit OC, took me a few weeks to come up with her ( its ciri! )( i dont remember exactly how long it took but i do explicitly recall that i was sketching her, and thinking about how to form her backstory, bc i was still staying in my old bedroom at home at the time & now ive moved to my brother’s old bedroom, like i can remember the EXACT moment when i was playing around with designs and was like ‘oh this is it... this ise the one... yea i found my bABY ). My oldest muse is actually Fintan though! He was there even before Ciri, though not by much. Fintan isn’t that easy for tumblr so he didn’t get nearly as much spotlight as Ciri, or other muses that came after him. but he’s ( clutches chest ) so ...pwetty...

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

I definitely prefer OCs over canon characters. I think that’s pretty clear. It’s not necessarily that i cant connect with canon characters! I’m very fond of my only remaining active canon muse, Camus ( though he’s trash. ew. ). I also have some other characters living / lurking in my head. But I.... hate fandoms. Lol. With OCs i’m more free to pick my audience, because there’s no fandom tagging behind you. You have to seek out the fandoms yourself as an OC, most of the time. And I actually think that can be both an advantage & a disadvantage. Since I’m bitter & selective & old it’s an advantage for me lol; i get to choose who i follow without having fandoms i dislike constantly seeking me out. As for genders or archetypes, i dont think i have a real preference! though i do think its quite obvious from my other blog that i love the dark fantasy fairy tale-esque stuff.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: i love soft content. it’s great. LOVE IT. but you have to work for it. it’s better if it takes some time for fluff to appear; i don’t feel a good connection with it if it happens too fast. ( hey i know... ciri is a bird... it makes her fluffy... so its easier to have sof things with her BUT i do prefer if sof things have a bit of a buildup )

ANGST: also LOVE IT. not angst for the sake of angst though. angst for the sake of development. angst that goes deeper than just one single thread and it’s ‘resolved’. angst that nearly ruins everything :’)). bittersweet threads; bittersweet ships. mhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm good shit. i think also bc my first main ship partner tortured me with extreme angstiness, that i’ve built a relatively high tolerance for angst ( but dont take my word for that ); she’s trained me you could say. so. you’re free to expose me to angst :^)) i can handle it :^))) or... i will expose yOU to it instead... ( flexes muscles )

SMUT: i can write it but some characters are more receptive to it than others. ciri for example is not very interested in it so i will only write it up to a certain point with her. in general i prefer to fade to black once we reach a certain point -- though also i tend to go with the flow once im into a thread, so i might actually break my own rule there if it ever gets that far lol. or i can continue on discord. but in any case smut doesn’t happen much.

PLOT / MEMES: both are good!! i prefer plots or at the very least, discussing back-and-forth what can happen between characters, because that will also help me answer to memes. i love to answer asks or memes! but i do sometimes have a hard time responding if i haven’t chatted much with the mun / there haven’t been many interactions. i guess everyone has that issue. but! i also think memes are good icebreakers! so it kind of depends.... huh. what i especially love is when a meme is being sent & the mun adds a lil extra spice for context; it helps me to respond better to the meme :>

tagged by: @cavusvitae

tagging ( if u want to / haven’t done so yet! ): @phantasmaw / @tenkoseiensei / @ardenssolis / @rcguna / @aaternum / @aaetherius / @saintg / @wyrdify / @autumnswordsman / @shackledsculs / @xarakaas

#( ooc. )#ty for tagging me iris <333

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impossible-rat-babies · 4 years ago

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10 and 13 for pollux and ortega

uwu thank you isabella <3 ig im gonna do both nsft and sfw--ofc nsft under the cut per usual

shipping headcanons meme

10. any pets? or plants?

pollux has his cat eggs, but no they don’t have any pets together. eggs is tolerant of ortega and does eventually grow to like him, but it was a rocky start. (in the future i think they get an italian greyhound they name cheese lol)

but they have A Lot of plants lolol pollux is a plant fiend, he has so many he keeps around. he has a harder time keeping them in his home/base in the water treatment plant, but he makes due with plant lights and strategic skylights he’s put in. when him and ortega end up living together, they end up with plants all over the place. like bedroom, guest room, living room, bathroom, etc. there’s a house plant in every part of the house. it’s a sort of dream pollux has to one day have a nice little greenhouse all for himself--it’s an idea he clings to when he gets real sad :(

13. who stays up late? who sleeps the most? does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

both? they both stay up later then they really should. they both struggle with insomnia, but pollux is prone to getting distracted and ending up “wow it’s four am!”

ortega sleeps more, but it’s relative most of the time. pollux wishes he could sleep more, but he’s just got bad night terrors + weird dreams he doesn’t understand/like. they’ve both had to be the obnoxious one and remind the other to sleep--they should just keep a running tally at some point. they’ve both fallen asleep on the couch numerous times, especially back in the sidestep days.

10. first to orgasm? last to orgasm? who comes the most? does someone ever end up unfinished?

it depends tbh? but most often it’s uhh...its pollux. he’s repressed + ricardo knows what “buttons” to press. he also orgasms the most bc he likes cumming more than once and it happens easily for him. (being on T made him really sensitive so it’s easy, but also he can get #overwhelmed easily).

no one ends up unfinished really, unless they aren’t really feeling it that day/just having a lazy time of things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

13. who’s loud? who’s quiet? does one try to make the other louder/quieter? how?

neither of them are super loud, but pollux is definitely Quiet--he only makes little whimpers, whines, or moans. or he talks/curses. he’s partial to saying fuck in bed like he is normally. he’s more facially expressive and physically responsive. ricardo can get him to be louder, especially if he’s more rilled up, but he’s not like. a screamer or overdramatic about it lol

but ortega getting him almost overstimulated and edging him will get him to be more vocal, especially using his words. pollux can get ortega to be louder too with a lot of teasing and denial--especially dirty talk is :chefskiss:

#thank you isabella!#internet went caput in the middle of this but we're Trying #oc talk: pollux #nsft #x. quarter past midnight #ask meme #abinchofsalt

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curious-menace · 4 years ago

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Blacklight!Riddler SFW Alphabet

ahh my baby, My au riddler . i worked super hard on this so if anyone is intresed in the au i can point them towards this for some idea of how he acts. i wanted to do a lil gif of him for the header but my laptop doesnt have adobe on it anymore =(

ah well.

its sfw but im putting it under a cut so it doesnt clog up anyones dash.

as always, if you have anymore headcanons or things you want to ask me, send me an ask or a dm!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

So affectionate! Lots of compliments! But affection given like a cat, on his terms and usually at the worst possible time. Like you have a major deadline and he decides your lap is the best place to sit to read his book. Someone’s at the door while you're both in bed and now is the time he decides to fling his arms and legs over you and hold on for dear life.That's not to say he won't cuddle on your terms sometimes but he just has a habit of needing cuddles at the exact moment your alarm for work goes off.

Edward isn't great with words when it comes to genuine affection, it's hard for him to say things like “i love you” or “i appreciate you” . He's not big on letting people touch him either but since he’s decided he likes you he's going to shower you in hugs and hand holding. He’s very physical with his affection.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's a very annoying and inconsistent friend, simply put. In his youth he was arrested quite a few times for his riddler antics. Expect a lot of late night calls for bail, him hiding out in your apartment and you patching is sorry ass up when he gets hurt on a caper, beat up by the cops or batman.Now, as an adult and a PI, he's still calling you up at 3 am but it's mostly so he can bounce things off you, ideas and theories and such. Only occasionally because he’s been working himself to the point of exhaustion and needs to crash on your sofa.

How would the friendship start? That's a good question. Edward has always struggled with interaction. Over the years he’s put his considerable intellect towards learning how to socialize and be perceived as high functioning. But that took a lot of trial and error, Edward never had any friends as a child or even until he moved to gotham in his late teens. you probably met in university/college, when he was 17-18. He was a computer science major before it was a big thing. He sold answer keys and ran tech support for some extra cash so i imagine you probably went to him for one of those two things and you just caught his eye. Maybe you gave some genuine thanks? Maybe you asked about the dozens of postit riddles stuck to his wall? Either way you soon found him coming round for lame reasons just to talk to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He had a rough childhood in more ways than one. When you first met him he was severely touch adverse. Like he wouldn't even share a sofa with you because you were within arms length. But now? After years of knowing him? He’s quite happy to curl up beside you, lie with his legs over you or his head in your lap. You've been kind, he trusts you with his space. He likes to drape himself over you. Being touch adverse doesn't make him immune to being touch starved. He’s making up for lost time so he likes to be in contact with you a LOT. His favorite place for cuddles by far is bed. He is always cold, even in summer so he likes to be little spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

You know he never really thought about it until he met you. Edwards circle of people he genuinely gives a shit about could be counted on 1 hand. I imagine he probably caught feelings early in your friendship but they didn't develop into romantic ones until much later. He likes his own space so maybe he’d spend half his time at yours ( or a little more) and the other half at his. He’s decent at cooking and cleaning but I imagine you probably helped him get there, since he was almost non-functional by the end of his escapade as the Riddler. Since he spends time at yours he’d probably take turns cooking for you while you clean or vice versa. He likes to show off, cook fancy things for you but it only works out half the time.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Lord it would be MESSY. If you're breaking up with him you'd better have a damn good reason. He’d be hysterically upset and that’s just to start with. Next he’s going to be angry but more at himself for buying into the lies that you cared about him. It doesn't matter your reasoning , he’s going to beg for another chance. When it comes to matters of his heart, edward...needs practice and lacks restraint. Coming back from the brink, having to build himself from the ground up without the kind of resources most people had from childhood was hard enough, but now he feels like he's got to do it all over again without you. He’s going to be depressed for weeks and honestly? He might never get over it.

You would have to do something SPECTACULAR for him to want to break up with you. I mean astronomically bad, kill everyone in gotham, burn all his books and shag the joker while you're at it kind of bad for him to consider it. Assuming you haven't turned yourself into a metahuman in the process of this lunacy, he’ll just sit you down like an adult and tell you he’s not happy. He’s not unreasonable, if you admit you messed up he’s probably willing to work it out. if not, expect him to all but disappear from your life.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, he never thought about it until he met you. He wants to get married but i imagine it would take him time to actually propose. He wants it to be special, he’s going to wait for the exact right moment . But knowing his luck something will happen and he’ll just have to go with what he’s got. Hey, at least it’ll be a fun story to tell at the reception.

After the proposal, when you're officially his fiancé, he’d want it to be better than special, he wants it to be magical. He’s going to spoil both of you and give you your dream wedding whatever that might be.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Usually yes. Edward likes to repair watches and clocks as a hobby which is very delicate work, he has naturally gentle hands. You'd never need to worry about him being rough with you or at least not physically. He lacks a lot of social grace and can be VERY blunt but he definitely doesn't mean to be hurtful. He’s learned from being an unlikeable arse, he’s always first to apologise if he’s caused offence( sarcasm and gentle teasing notwithstanding) . Despite all that and however rare they may be, his words of love are always gentle and kind.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Surprisingly, he does! But only from you and only when you ask/ give him a heads up first. He likes to bump foreheads or bury his head in the crook of your neck while he hugs. He is liable to panic if touched in such a way by surprise.

Him giving you a hug/initiating the hug, is a once in a blue moon kind of event. You are his partner, he depends on you for comfort so he’s probably been stressed or upset to breaking point and unable to verbalize what he needs from you for something like that to happen.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He's loved you for a long time before he found the courage to actually say it. Even then, he is likely to just assume you know he loves you without hearing it. He is most likely to say I love you under duress. It would probably take a stressful situation, like you getting hurt, to finally give him the kick in the pants he needs to actually say it. After that first time it gets a little easier but he still feels awkward saying it when others can hear.

Although, he’ll absolutely never get tired of hearing it from you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Its hard to say. On one hand Edward likes to appear bulletproof. Nothing gets to him, nothing can undermine his confidence. But on the flip side we all know how deeply insecure this man is. Edward is a terrible over thinker, he does his best but reading strangers emotions is still something he struggles with. If someone is just being friendly to you, he could read it as something else and over compensate. Dropping a lot of verbal queues like “this is MY partner, theyre the love of MY life” etc.

I have to say though, hes not jealous or possessive by default and he trusts you immensely. He's just insecure and bad at hiding it, you’ll know when something is up. Just reminding him that he has nothing to worry about is the best course of action.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are infrequent and brief but they're always very soft. He always asks before he’s in your space( and he expects the same courtesy) so don't expect surprises. He’ll kiss you anywhere you like but he has a habit of kissing your hands. There's nothing special about hands to him but he just enjoys how soft yours are on his lips. He only enjoys kisses from you, he won't tolerate it in a social setting , like kissing as a greeting or between friends and he isnt fond of PDA. He’ll take kisses from you anywhere, but his jaw, shoulders and forehead are his favorites.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Uhh...he likes them in theory. He likes the other rogues children and has no problem with children in general or if you had some from another relationship. He doesn't really want any of his own.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a morning person and likes his routine. But that only really kicks in after he gets up, he’s quite happy to wake up early just to watch you sleep or if you're both awake, he likes to lounge around with you and just share his space with you.

Once he actually gets up, his routine is shower, breakfast and coffee while he reads/watches the news. He needs those 3 things to start his day otherwise he feels...antsy and uncomfortable . He’s used to doing those things alone and even with you around he still prefers it that way so don't feel obligated to bend your schedule around him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Edward isn't one for loud parties. He will socialize for business or to keep up appearances but truthfully he’d rather spend the night in, with you. You could be doing your separate hobbies and enjoying the company and the quiet or you could be watching a movie, picking holes in the plot and pointing out production errors. He really likes british game shows and quiz shows like Q.i, mock the week and 9 out of 10 cats does countdown.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It was easy to see , even from your first meeting, that Edward had been through the ringer. You saw what a mess he was, but I doubt he’d ever tell you the whole story of how and why he came to be that way. He doesn't want to frighten you off, or even worse, make you pity him. Every now and then you might get a snippet of something or figure a little something on your own but he prefers to play his cards close to his chest .

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Edward has mellowed considerably since he was an angry teenager. He took a look in the mirror one day and just saw his father and that genuinely scared him. To him, getting angry is a loss of control, its unprofessional and it makes you do and say stupid things. So he took control and refused to let that particular emotion ever get the better of him.

He doesn't really get mad anymore but he does get stressed and sometimes that can look similar. He gets annoyed easily with other people easily; their lack of understanding or even willingness to try,really gets under his skin. I'd say he's only ever really angry when something offends you or his admittedly wonky morals.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Edward has an eidetic memory and synesthesia, he's going to remember everything whether you want him to or not, even down to the way you phrased certain sentences. Edward loves Knowledge and if you're his partner, you're bound to be one of his favorite things to learn about.

The only information he has trouble recalling on command is tastes. This isnt to say he doesnt remember them, it just takes longer than normal for the information to float to the surface. It can make it difficult for him to cook since he cant remember from one time to the next if the recipe tastes right. He probably cant remember your favorite food but i doubt he’d forget your favorite restaurant .

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I dont think edward would be able to pick a favorite moment. He was at a low point when you met, spiraling down until a few years later he was at the bottom of the barrel .but, you still stayed by him. You helped him raise himself up again and he’s cherished every moment youve spent with him since then. If you pressed him he’d probably say something really obscure that you dodnt even remember until he mentioned it. Maybe one morning you were making breakfast for the both of you and the sun caught you just right. Edward was suddenly struck by how lucky he was to just be sitting there, near you, watching you work and having you in his life.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Edward is pretty protective but he’s not an imposing man, he keeps people away with his words and personality. He’s kept a few tools from his Riddler days, he can be manipulative or emotionally violent but it’s rarely unwarranted.

He’d never admit it to anyone but you, but he needs more protection than anyone could know. Like I said, he tries so hard to appear bulletproof, unshakeable,but that is absolutely exhausting. Some days he just can't do it on his own. He’s only had a couple of panic attacks in all the years you've known him but you're usually the first person he calls, you're the best at helping him calm down.

If you want to get really deep, then you should know that just by being with him, you're protecting him from what might have happened if he’d never met you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He really tries, with everything. But often you wish he wouldn't. Edward stresses himself out to the point he can't enjoy whatever it is he had planned for the both of you because he’s so hyper fixated on making it perfect, exactly like he had it in his head. It never goes that way and it often ends in tears. But i suppose as long as youre someone who isnt easily disappointed, someone who doesn't mind just going with the flow after plans fall through you should be fine.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Edward can be very petty. He does a lot of things out of spite and just to annoy others or get back at them for some perceived slight. He's definitely not as bad as he used to be but hes still not above buying the last of something just because the person behind him in line was rude to him and they wanted it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Edward was a bit unaware of how attractive people found him until well into his adult years. Being asexual, he never really thought about himself in that regard until people started paying him complements . Then? Oh boy he really started taking advantage of it. He’s not vain in the way that he spends all day checking out his own reflection in a mirror but he always starts his day immaculate and does everything to keep it that way.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Edward was, and to an extent still is a little love starved. His childhood left a hole in his heart that has been difficult to fill even with your help. It’s unlikely he’ll feel whole even with you but he’s still 100% better off with you in his life than without.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Edward loves scavenger hunts. It's a chance for him to explore, use his navigation skills and generally show off how smart he is. In Arkham he was put in charge of the easter egg scavenger hunt. He was great at it but they had to call it off after a few years when he gave some of his least favorite people a map for the hedge maze that just went round and round in circles . It took several hours and some sniffer dogs to get them out of there.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Despite his quirks and excentricities , edward is quite tolerant of most things in a partner. He despises loud noises; i feel he’d have a hard time with a loud partner but what he really couldnt stand is someone who doesnt get the need to be quiet at times.

In general,he has a pretty deep seated dislike of corporations committing crimes. He and Lonnie Machin (anarky) would probably get along quite well. Petty crimes are unimportant to him but he hates when people at the top are screwing over the little people. Someone stealing from the supermarket? Thats fine by him. Lex corp stealing corporate secrets from a small business? Not on his watch.

Again, he's not doing this out of some great moral virtue and he’s probably more proud of it that he should be, but he takes GREAT joy in knocking these people down a few pegs with hacking and blackmail. He just likes to see the underdogs win sometimes.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Edward likes to sleep with someone or something. His family didnt have much money so he had to share a bed with his sibling until he was about 10. He really enjoys his own space, he has his own king sized bed now but he still sleeps better, more soundly and for longer when he’s sharing with someone. If its you he’s sleeping with, expect to be used as a pillow and to never have use of your arms because he’s lying on them.

#Edward Nigma #edward nygma #The Riddler #Riddler #sfw alphabet #headcanons #my headcanons #blacklight au #batman blacklight au #my stuff #my art

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losingmyjustice · 4 years ago

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@nurotoxin sent;

scraTCH THAT [ everything ( minus appeal ) ] + glados

Thoughts & Feelings

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"Unfortunate that I ended up running into her." beat. "Or rather, that she ended up approaching me. Because, clearly, the first thing you think of when seeing a stranger sitting alone trying to get some peace and quiet is how great of a test subject they'd be. Absolutely normal."

"Also, I'm quite annoyed by how persistent she is — clearly there are more cooperative people she can irritate with her tests, yet she still sees it necessary to bother me despite how I've opposed to it since the get-go."

"Frankly, I don't get it, how she can loathe me to bits yet still be the one initiating an interaction. Sounds rather self-sabotaging, if you ask me. I'd think both of us would profit from it if we'd avoid each other."

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"If you think about it," he spoke, while not thinking much about it, let alone how offensive it might be. "to claim she's taller than me is ridiculous."

"Her, er, vessel had been assigned by the Stars upon her arrival, right? It's not ... bound with her, so to say. Meaning, should one put her into a tinier vessel similar to the ones you find in Craft-Punk, then she'd have a new, much smaller height than she initially did, while still being the same person. Therefore, her vessel being taller could be compared to someone wearing high heels, no? It's not her, physically, being taller." he’s just salty.

"— Should she argue about this, then just put her in a 2ft tall vessel and see if she still believes it's fair to judge height per the vessel she's in. I bet she'd hate that."

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You squint as she took her leave. Despite having her back turned, you're rather certain she's aware of the stare piercing her, though really it'd only be all the better if she is.

All she had said is for you to wait with no further explanation. Likely bringing something, you reckon. You did scoff that you'd leave immediately just to spite her, but both of you know that it won't come to such — it's difficult to find a quiet spot as is with all these celebrations, and you genuinely don't have the energy to bother today. So here you are, grumbling; What the hell is her problem?

If you'd only go by the 'tests' she offers, you'd think of her as a joke. You still do, but — aside from amusement, what's there for her to accomplish? Granted, she does gain some info here and there about Spirale, but apart from that? If that's it, she sure picked quite the horribly inconvenient way to approach the matter. Someone who'd seek actual results wouldn't do that. What's worse; that isn't it. If it'd be just a puzzle enthusiastic scientist wanna-be would be one thing, but only a glance on her attitude and you'd argue her to be worse than the imbecile Dimitri, for obvious reasons. So why? Is she studying people and their way of thinking solely to understand them? That'd barely make sense, considering how she gives no damn about humans to be this interested. Hell, you'd not be surprised if she'd replace her test subjects with these stupid turrets if she could, considering how she reacted when you tossed it the other day. So, what is it then? You can't fathom a potential goal she might be seeking that isn't ridiculously outlandish.

... Maybe she doesn't have a goal, you think. Perhaps she truly is driven by the concept of 'doing science' alone, like she had been programmed to do — and that's all she does, despite the fact that she isn't even where the task was given to her. Gathering information just for the sake of gathering information, with no slight interest on who it aids, or who it expenses. A pointless routine, pretty much. "Despicable," you find yourself muttering, seeing her return again from a distance. You can't imagine anyone living content and happy without having an aim they're striving for in life.

You'd know.

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As much as I'd love to say he's holding a front or whatever, unfortunately, beneath the disrespect is just the same thing but bass-boosted. True, he did act on prejudices at first, but his assumptions had been more than confirmed to him by now, so really he'd call it horseshit if you were to speak to him about how he's got to be open-minded and etc.

However!! While he does have more respects for a snail than for GLaDOS, it might come to a surprise to you when I say he finds her much more tolerable than Dimitri! So hey, at least she got that going for her! Even if he'd never admit that. There are several reasons that go into this — for instance, the fact that she isn't love-struck & her actions (cough, life) not entirely centered around such do make talking to her less annoying. You could claim that she's love-stuck by science, I guess, but she doesnt whine about it. GLaDOS is also far less gullible, much more observant; while it was fortunate for Clive that Dimitri wasn't alike to her in that aspect, conversing with a fool that has only one thing in mind is hardly interesting, and at some point forward even the thrill of deceiving them was gone, more alike to a ludicrously boring routine. It hurts me to insult Allen like this but, yeah — speaking to someone who's less naive is, ultimately, less tedious.

Also uh, this is sad to say but, yknow, Clive keeping up an act around Dimitri at all times was draining — smiling while wanting to strangle someone is!! not a fun thing. Neither is acting like you're a fan of a work that had your parents killed. But, with GLaDOS, he doesn't have to pretend shit. To put it bluntly, it's a relief he can be the asshole he wants to be without repressing it. And, relief makes stuff more tolerable! For him.

There's definitely the comfort of 'im having a bad day and im about to make that everyones problem' that he was unable to do all these years but, hey, you didn't hear that from me.

Regarding testing, they're not always horribly annoying to him unlike he'd claim — especially the ones you could (almost) compare to puzzles; they do catch his interest, and there's always the satisfaction you get when you got it right. However, he'll always be awfully reluctant to do the tests despite how intriguing they might be, and should he end up doing it anyway — never express that delight. Maybe a smirk might slip, but should she point that out he'd make sure in one way or another for her to take that back, or reason said smirk to be something insulting against her — yknow, the usual. Clive wants to be as inconvenient as possible as a 'test subject', and, is doing a good job at that. While yeah, the tests can low-key be temporarily nice, you won't find him miss these should she finally leave him alone. There are a lot of things he's missing, but GLaDOS and her Tests will never be on the list, really.

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So, uh. we both know he's emotionally unstable, right. Talking about his Body Language when he's acting like that is,, difficult, since it depends highly on his mood swings and I'm not about to count them all,, we'll be here forever if I do that. All I can say is that he's surely tense & sensitive whilst it.

However!! I'll ramble a bit about his usual demeanour w/ GLaDOS when things are "fine", whatever that means when talking about Clive

If he's just 'kinda there', as in low-spirited yet still well enough to talk shit (which is the 'usual' in their interactions IG) you can absolutely expect him to intentionally sit 'wrong' yet comfortably — just, y'know, to express disdain even further. Usually, it'd mean he's rather comfortable around you, but in this case, it's frankly just a lack of care of what GLaDOS thinks of him. She already knows he's got issues smh why bother giving a good impression,, Guard isn't really up either, slacking far too much to be so — just this state of "meh." where he very well can complain about the situation at hand without leaving despite it. Uhh, what else — ah and he got his hat off, likely just cast aside somewhere. shrugs

If Clive is ACTUALLY spacing out, be it to the extent where he trails off and loses his line of thoughts like all 30 seconds, or even as far to where he doesn't respond at all — if he's standing, sitting, henceforth, one thing for sure his posture would be slumped, although seeing how it's usually a thing that happens gradually, he'd stop sitting so improper (aside from the slumped posture, of course) so there's that, at least. Guard is obviously thrown out of the roof in such things. Whilst sitting there's also this habit where he'd tip with his fingers on the palm of the other hand (imagine like playing on a piano) or instead have a fist resting in it (as if you're counting for rock paper scissors) while he's spacing out— I can imagine GLaDOS would have already picked up on that to tell when he's getting lost in thought again.

Obviously, he got better days than that, where he'd care to keep up the manners you'd expect from him — but rest assured if he has the energy to act normal, he'll also have the energy to leave should GLaDOS show up. So, the next best thing is where he's irked, which. Well, that's not all too fun either, but. He'd sit upright, arms crossed, perchance even legs crossed, rather tense, you get the idea—much less cooperative too, but what else is new.

#it’s friday and the house is burning [memes]#nothing left to say [ask reply]#nurotoxin #// hands u an essay

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jawnwicks · 5 years ago

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2, 5, 10, 13, 22, 25, 27, 32, 36, 40, 61, 70, 72, 80, 81, 86

god i see all these numbers and i get Nervous

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

oh yes. very much. I’ve taken an Extended break from relationships for the past Many Years but I love them to bits when they work. For a long time I thought I was too messed up to really be able to have one again, but I think I’ve moved past that now.

5. Are you in love?

oh no definitely not totally not mhm

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Not really. Sometimes you can feel an instant connection with someone or a connection that builds very quickly and that’s usually pretty clear that Something’s working, but I don’t really believe in seeing someone across a room and going ‘dat them’. Usually if I see someone attractive in the same space as me I start furiously blushing and lose the function of speaking, so any kind of conversation is impossible LOL

13. Do you get jealous easily?

....maybe. It depends. I’ve been working on that one for a while because I didn’t like it in myself when I was younger. Like I think I’d be open to a poly relationship now, whereas that would’ve been way too hard for me in the past. Part of growing up and maturing mentally is being mindful of your own emotions and how you can manage them/your actions, which jealousy is a huge part of. Asking yourself ‘is this worth feeling? is this gonna do anything?’ Sometimes it’s hard not to still feel it, though.

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

I know you are Waiting for me to answer these questions with a big ol :} on your bastardous face.

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

I think I’m ready for one now, if the right one comes along.

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

Haha yes! This happened at school. Like complete weirdos we’d pass each other poems we’d written. Lemme see if I can find one.

ah yes I found one and the first part is STILL cracking me up to this day. i included the last two lines tho because those are still good.

Within thine eyes, there art two sidesOne innocence, the other other experience...My humble service might be of no significance,But every single word means as much as the world.

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

yeesh I’m so good at this. I try not to, but I’m weak.

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

now you’re being mean

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

have you MET ME. only every single time I like someone.

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

whether we get along. whether we have similar senses of humour; how much ‘myself’ I can be with them; what they’re good at; what makes them laugh; whether I can make them laugh; how much they tolerate my teasing; uhh whether they have good taste in music/media/etc.

70. What turns you on?

oh thank god it’s tmi tuesday again, i was starting to think i’d need a heart transplant. the answer to this is You Know Already. oh and lilstinks put up a flist link so why don’t i just Do that to myself already, here you go.

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

now you’re just enjoying yourself

I like to hear non-words a lot. Breathing, moaning, whimpers, begging, quiet little check-ins, laughter, any and all noises. Words like ‘good boy’, ‘you did good’, any and all praise. Words that say what they’d like, what they hate me for (but love), what’s hard for them to say without embarrassment... Depends whether I’m toppin or subbin - equally I’d say these or love to be told them.

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

fuck um. a long time ago. in that way, anyway. I drop ‘ilus’ sparingly.

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

haha you fucked up here.

wakeen peenis

ryan from achievement hunter, im weak for his arms and air of menace

matt bomer. fuck that dude.

tricia helfer. god.

gotta drop heath ledger in here goddammit

86. You’ll love me if:

already do sweetheart

#ifridiot #quehons #tmi tuesday more like heart transplant tuesday

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the-is13 · 5 years ago

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A Pinch of Salt

Description: You didn’t expect to be working tonight. It was a regular Friday night, or so you thought. Two beautiful men happen to come into the small pizza joint, one with particularly captivating hazel eyes.

Characters: Jared, Jensen, Reader, OFC’s OMC’s

Relationship: Jared x Reader

Warnings: None really, cursing? A bit of fluff

Word Count: 4046, wow that surprised me

A/N: So this is my first fic, I read a lot but have never wrote anything. This stemmed from a dream I had. For the purpose of this fic its set in early stages of the boys filming Supernatural. Jared is a bit younger, late twenties. Him and Gen are friends but nothing more. This purely fiction! I mean no harm to J2 or their families, I love them all the to moon and back. Any hate will not be tolerated. Please be kind and let me know if you liked it!

Beta: A GIANT shoutout to @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 for being a beta and pretty much helping me get this right, haha pun intended. You rock chick.

Oversized t-shirt, fuzzy socks, warm cup of tea, and netflix. That’s how you typically spend your Friday nights since you aren’t one to go out or party. You like your space.You’re content with the quietness of just sitting and reading a good book or just watching netflix by yourself.

That’s how you’d like to be spending this friday night, but alas, Susan called in to work.Again. Apparently her little boy is sick, for the third time this month. You’re pretty sure he’s fine and that she just has a date. It wouldn’t bother you if she would just ask and tell you the truth, but of course, she lies. Well, at least you think she’s lying.

Oh well, more tips for you.

So here you are, at Pete’s Pizza on a Friday night. It's not too busy, but its not slow either. Pete’s is a pretty good place to eat, lots of beer and, of course, plenty of variety on pizza. The owner, and head pizza master, Jimmy, is an amazing cook and is always trying new things to put on pizzas. It's a popular spot. If you didn’t work there, you would probably eat there too.

You’re busy turning in another order for this weekends special; spicy taco pizza with extra jalapenos, when your coworker Nancy bumps you roughly.

“Sorry, y/n!” She went to turn away from you and tend to her own tables when she exclaimed, “Oh! A few guys just sat in your area.” She placed her hand beside her face like she was trying to cover a secret she was about to tell you, but you knew whatever she had to say wouldn’t be quiet. “They seem like a rowdy bunch too.”

You sigh, “Great. First the Johnson’s, now these guys.”

Everyone knew the Johnson’s, they were regulars, the kind of customers you hate: rude, always blaming you for everything, and nitpicking every single thing. od forbid there be an onion out of place on their pizza. They had five kids. Seriously, five, and they were ALWAYS misbehaving. But of course, it was never their fault, according to their parents. You thought differently, they all needed a good whoopin’. On top of it all, they never, ever, tipped. No matter how hard ANYONE tried. It was very taxing to say the least.

Grabbing your pen and paper you waltzed off to table 8 and tried to put on your best smile. You really wanted to make some money tonight, afterall you needed to pay the bills.

“Welcome to Pete’s! What can I..” Looking up from your pad you started to stutter as you noticed who was in front of you. This couldn’t be. You had to be dreaming, it wasn't real. You stared into his hazel eyes, the captivating blues, greens, and speckles of brown. He smiled, oh lord, his smile, so bright and white.

“Wh-what can I start you off with tonight?” You stuttered. Wow, you made a sentence. You were pretty sure you were going to faint.

“I think I’ll have a beer, what ‘bout you Jay?” Oh god, his booming voice, if he spoke another word you might turn into a puddle right then and there.

“Yeah, beer sounds great right now.” said his friend, his best friend. Of course you knew him, well, knew of him.

“I think we’ll just take two beers for now” He smiled politely brushing some hair from his face.

“I-I, I’ll.. be, right.. B-back with those” You smiled back, trying not to sound so foolish, but damn, how could you not? Jared fucking Padalecki and Jensen fucking Ackles just walked into Pete’s, and sat in your area!

You let Nate, the bartender that night, know you needed two beers asap. Then you whipped out your phone to text your best friend, Hannah. You two had been through hell and back, knowing each other practically since birth or before since your moms attended lamaz together. She shared your healthy obsession with Supernatural and all things cooperating. She had to know what was happening. Now!

Y/n:OMG!! HANNAH YOURE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS!!!

She quickly wrote you back, knowing you had to work this evening

H: What’s up? You get a $100 tip or something, ‘cause that WOULD be unbelievable!

y/n: Wow bitch, thanks. NO this is MUCH MORE EXCITING!!

H: Well.. go on with it…

y/n: JARED AND JENSEN ARE HERE

H: …

You’re joking right?

y/n: OMG NO! WHY WOULD I JOKE ABOUT THIS!? I KID YOU NOT, THEY ARE BOTH HERE SITTING IN MY AREA!!!!!! IM GOING TO DIE!!!

H: BREATHE! You need to be cool, or at least as cool as you can be. Hehehe

y/n: Shut the fuck up, im cool.

H: uhhhhuh you keep telling yourself that.. ;)

You waited for her to be serious, since she probably thought you were joking. The realization of your truth hadn’t hit her yet or else she’d be freaking out as much as you were. You waited, watching her little dots letting you know she was indeed typing back to you. You didn’t get a chance to read it as you were snapped out of your world with your best friend by Nate.

“Eh hemm, y/n, you busy over there, or you wanna take these beers?” You nearly jumped out of your skin. He had been staring at you, watching you frantically typing away on your phone. “OH! Yes, thanks Nate,” you said with a wink. Nate and you flirted all the time but you never really meant anything by it. You were pretty sure he had a crush on you though. You could feel him staring at your ass as you walked away.

Approaching their table you made sure to take some deep breaths. In and out Y/n, in and out, you reminded yourself. With a polite smile you were able to speak, “Here’s your beers, gentlemen.” You didn’t want to seem like the fangirl you were, knowing their names, so you stuck to the informalities. “Are y’all ready to order?” As you smiled once again, trying to keep your excitement under control.

Jensen spoke first this time “Yeah, I think so. That speciality pizza sounds pretty good darlin’. I think we’ll have two with a side of cheesy sticks,” he said before sending a quick wink your way. You gulped, knowing that he definitely noticed you staring at them. Who would blame you though? They were such fine men, and they knew it.

Scribbling down their orders legibly as possible, all while trying not to fling your pen out of your hand like an idiot you chirped, “I’ll put that right in, be out soon”.

You went to grab their menus, meeting Jared’s eyes once more and drowning in the sea of colors, causing you to accidentally knock the salt over on the table. You watched in horror as the top flung off and covered Jared’s lap with salt.

“Oh! My gosh! I’m, so, so sorry! Let me get a towel, I’ll clean this up, sorry.” You rambled. You thought you were playing it cool, but obviously not. You scolded yourself for being so clumsy before you ran off to the kitchen. Handing Jimmy their order quickly, you went around the door of the kitchen to the closet to grab a rag.

Jensen nudged Jared as they watched you run away “Dude, I think she knows who we are. he seemed a little flustered, doncha think?” He hit Jared in the shoulder, noting how he wasn’t phased that his lap was saltier than the ocean.

Jared winced as he rubbed at his arm,”Ow! What?”

Jensen stared at Jared with a ‘are you serious?’ look. “Didn’t you hear me? I think she recognized us.” Jared’s attention had returned to the direction you disappeared in. SNAP SNAP SNAP “Dude, what is your deal?!” Jensen spoke with a little more irritation as he waved his hands in front of Jared’s face.

Jared finally turned to him and stuttered a little “Uhh, yeah, whadya say Jay?”

Smacking his forehead a little dramatically Jensen exclaimed, “Have you heard a word I said? Like, at all?!” He talked louder than he had wanted, drawing more attention to them than he planned.

“Do you really need to shout?” Jared questioned. “I Just wanted to go out and relax tonight and you’re trying to make a scene!” He snapped.

Finally looking down at his lap he tried to gather as much of the salt he could and dump in onto the table. Scooting back in his chair, he stood up to shake some salt off but heard a soft ompf as he stood. He bumped into you, nearly knocking you down.

Now it was his turn to apologize.

Spinning around quickly he grabbed your wrist before you could tumble all the way down, yanking you a little hard as you ended up with a face full of his chest. You couldn’t complain though, he smelled delightful.

You crained your head upwards to look at him, seeing his mouth moving but the words not registering in your head. You probably looked like a fish out of water, jaw slack, eyes wide.

“You okay?” He repeated. Finally, you snapped out of it. Blinking rapidly you managed one word “Yeah..” Jared smiled softly, “You sure? You’re sorta staring at me like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Retreating from his hold, you internally scolded yourself for the third time of the night. This was Jared Padalecki. You couldn’t be looking at him like a damn knight in shining armor. This was not a fairytale. This was real life, or so you hoped. You straightened yourself out a bit “Uhm, yeah, I’m good, so sorry again. Let me clean your table,” you clipped out.

“It’s okay, no big deal really. It’s not like you a-salt-ed me, or anything,” he said giggling, trying to lighten the mood. But failing to contain his laughter from his own joke. Jensen smacked his forehead once again and thoroughly rolled his eyes.

You lifted your head and just stared at him, was he kidding? You couldn’t tell, all you heard was assault. Immediately you assumed the worst, he was going to press charges because you spilled salt. My god how stupid were you! So fucking stupid, you should’ve just stayed home!

“I’m so sorry Mr. Padalecki, please don’t sue me,” you squeaked out. Your voice barely above a whisper, afraid you’d burst into tears on the spot.

Realizing you didn’t take his joke well, he started to back track. Holding his hands up almost defensively. “What? No! I was joking! It was a joke! I’m not going to..” then it clicked, you called him ‘Padalecki’.

“Wait, you know me?” He said with a raised, questioning brow.

“Uhh.. hmm.” Stuttering slightly, your brain went into overdrive to try and explain yourself. But it was working too fast trying to form the correct words. You cleared your throat trying to remain calm and collect yourself. “I guess you could say that, I mean I do watch ‘Supernatural’..” you looked towards Jensen “So yeah, I guess I do know who you are, both of you.”

Jensen’s face lit up “I told you dude! I can always tell when they know!” he exclaimed.

You could feel heat creeping into your cheeks, embarrassed because you thought you were playing it cool. Maybe Hannah was right. You were just a waitress at a pizza joint, and this was Jared fucking Padalecki we were talking about here.

Without saying a word, you began to turn away and head back to the kitchen or to check on your other tables. Hell, almost literally, anywhere but right here.

“Hey…” Jared had snached your wrist once again, “Don’t worry about it, its okay.. D-do you want to take a picture.. Being a fan of the show and all..” he trailed off motioning to Jensen.

“Uh, yeah.. Sure, as long as y’all don't mind.”

They both chuckled lightly, wishing you could hear that sound forever. It was such a beautiful sound, much different in person. “Nah, it's no problem, afterall we try to maintain a good relationship with our fans,” Jensen drawled with a wiggle of his brows. You weren't sure if he was just being friendly, or if he was displaying some of Dean’s flirtiness.

You were still slightly embarrassed as you pulled out your phone quickly, closing your recent conversation with Hannah. You tried to angle your phone to get a good selfie, but you couldn't really capture the behemoth of men behind you. Jared lightly and plucked your phone from your grasp, knowing you were struggling to get a good picture. “Here, let me..”

Click click click

He took a few pictures to make sure you got a good one. You had the the attention of almost the entire restaurant now, since you spilled the salt all over Jared and were now snapping pictures with the two of them.

“There ya go, I’m sure you got a good one.” Jared said handing your phone back to you.

“Thanks..” You trailed off, looking down to try and hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks as your fingers brushed his in the exchange.

“Y/N!! Y/N!!” Mrs. Johnson yelled from across the room waving her hand like the lunatic she is. “Y/N!! Come here!”

Huffing a bit, you quickly said additional ‘sorry’s’ to Jared for making a mess and ‘thanks’ to them both for the pictures. Taking a deep breath, before dealing with the table from hell, you turned on your heel making your way to their table.

Meanwhile, that was the first time Jared had heard your name, y/n. You were too caught up in who you were looking at to introduce yourself upon taking their order. ‘Y/n’ he thought it was a beautiful name.

“Yes, Mrs. Johnson, how can I help you?” You said as you plastered on a fake smile.

“We need more napkins, what do you keep stocked in these things? Two napkins?” she said in a snarky tone while tapping the napkin dispenser. Trying to refrain from commenting on how her children used half the restaurants napkins because they were either such a mess or building a damn castle in the bathroom with them, you made your smile even wider.

“I’ll run and get more right now Mrs. Johnson.”

Turning away from their table you were halted by her grabbing your elbow and not so whispering in your ear. “That performance was horrendous, spilling salt all over that poor boy, just for him to take a picture with you. Pathetic.”

You ripped your arm from her grasp and gave a tight lipped smile, “I’ll go get those napkins now, be right back.” Heading towards the backroom once more, you heard her muttering to her husband how ‘sad and pathetic’ your life was. Like she should give a damn about your life.

Sometimes you wished people would just mind their own damn business and keep their mouths shut. Afterall, that's what you did. You were never one for confrontation. Even as a child, you hated arguing with your older brother or your parents, you just kept to yourself. You never really stood up for yourself. You took the blame for so much, even if it wasn’t your fault or you didn't do it, you took it. You didn't want to upset anyone.

You dropped a huge pile of napkins off with the Johnson’s after taking Jared and Jensen their pizza’s. All while Mrs. Johnson kept nonchalantly whispering about you, either to herself, Mr. Johnson, or ‘non-directly’ at you. It was really tiring.

You tried to keep a smile on while checking on your other customers and, of course, Jared and Jensen. You really wanted to talk to them about the show, their lives, or anything else for that matter. It was still hard for you to believe this was real.

Between the Johnson’s, their herd of children that you constantly cleaned up after, the other customers, and Jared and Jensen, you were feeling a little worn out. Nate could tell, he kept asking if you were okay, to which you always replied with a kind smile, and ‘yup i’m good’. It was nice for him to be concerned about you. He was always a nice guy. He never pushed too far with the harmless flirting, never talked behind your back, and he always made sure you got your tips. It was refreshing after being walked on most of your life.

Jared and Jensen ate their pizza slowly and drank their beer a little faster than they ate their pizza. You kept bringing them refills and could tell they were getting a little loose. Not that you were to judge, it must be hard being famous and all. Plus, you pretty much ruined their evening. They kept smiling at you though, letting you know everything was fine, and damn, were they.

After the Johnson’s finally left and things calmed down a little, you stood behind the bar with Nate making idle chit chat.

“Do you know them?” He asked, pointing to where Jensen was currently laughing at Jared for some joke he made. “I saw you taking pictures with them..”

You were currently making heart eyes at the pair, after all, who wouldn't? They had some damn good genes. You realized Nate was talking to you and not a customer. “Oh, what? Know them? Do you not?”

He just shook his head ‘no’ looking at you like you had two heads. “Am I supposed to?” he questioned.

“NATE!” You said just a bit too loud, causing Jared and Jensen to look your way. You just smiled and turned toward Nate, blocking yourself from their view. “Do you really not know who they are?” He shook his head again peeking around your shoulder to look at them.

You tugged his shoulder and scolded him for staring. Now you were pot calling the kettle black. “They’re famous Nate, that’s Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. They star on the show ‘Supernatural’, it's like the best sci-fi, drama, family show, ever!” He was still looking at you like you were crazy. “Nate c’mon, you've never watched it?”

You could tell he was wracking his brain by the look on his face.

After about a minute, or what felt like it, he finally spoke up. “Hmmm, Jensen… Ackles… I think he was on Smallville right?” You’re face lit up with excitement but you tried to contain yourself. “YES! Yes, he was! He played Jason!”

“Soo, you took a picture with them?” He pondered. You looked a little dumbfounded, would he not have? I mean, what if he was to meet someone famous? Just pass them by? Nate could tell by the way your face was twisting up in that sour look he thought was so cute, you were not pleased with his answer. “I mean that's pretty cool right? You can tell your grandkids you met ‘the stars of supernatural’,” he said a little too sarcastically as he waved his hands in the air like he could see the headlines of it.

You were still a little offended he was making fun of you but laughed it off and lightly pushed his shoulder. “Oh stop it Nate! You’re just jealous.” He smiled a little but then noticed the guys you had been making heart eyes at were getting ready to leave. “Hey..” he pointed in their direction, “I think your friends are leaving.”

Turning around quickly and nearly tripping over your own feet again, you noticed they were started to fight over the check. You could barely hear them arguing about who paid last time and who drank more. Mustering up all the courage you could, you put one foot in front of the other and marched towards their table. They both looked up at you curiously. “Beer’s on me guys, afterall you put up with the disaster I made earlier and were kind enough to take a picture with me”

They smiled widely, both slightly tipsy, you could tell their emotions were genuine, which made your heart flutter.

Jensen spoke first, running his tongue out across his lip, “That’s mighty kind of you darlin’,” he drawled, his southern accent peeking out more from the alcohol.

“Jay stop flirting, you’re probably scaring her! Then she won’t pay for anything!” Jared said with a wink and grin that made your knees weak.

You took in their drunken state light heartedly. They were much more kind than the other guys who would come in, get drunk and try to cop a feel. Not that you would mind if it was them though. You’d let Jared or Jensen feel you up all day or night.

You waved Jensen off, “Its fine, not like I’ll ever see y’all again..” you trailed off, the thought making you a little sad. You had enjoyed watching them interact, even if it wasn’t with you.

Jensen piped up with a smile that would shatter the moon, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, sweetheart”, he winked and was out the door in a flash. That left just you and Jared, standing there like awkward teens at the school dance.

Jared nervously ran his hand through his hair and scratched the back of his neck. You were in awe. He looked so beautiful, even with the nervous behavior he was displaying.

“W-would you mind if I asked you for your number?” He stammered

You blinked, what was happening, was Jared fucking Padalecki asking you for your number? You pinched yourself and jumped, he was still there, awaiting your answer.

Noticing your apprehension he began to turn away “It’s fine if you don’t wanna give it to me, I know we just met and all..”

“YES” you replied a bit too eagerly. “I mean, yeah, you can have my number,” you spoke as you grabbed your notepad and quickly wrote it down, handing it to him.

He looked at you shyly, “Thank you, y/n for everything.” He flashed that bright smile and waved before turning to leave.

You stood there for a moment longer, shocked that what just happened, had indeed happened. You gave Jared PADALECKI your number.

Maybe he wouldn’t even contact you, maybe he was just trying to be nice. That was it, he was just being nice, I mean, from what you had seen about them in the media, they were generally nice guys.

You finally moved from your place, noticing that you got off in 10 minutes. You decided to just go ahead and start your cleaning duties and head home. You were wiping down Jared and Jensen’s table picking up a few napkins noticing something written on one. Flipping it over you had to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the gasp that left your lips.

“Y/n, you are too beautiful and kind to be working here, and you are not pathetic. I did kinda like the a-salt though ;)”

Was delicately written and tucked inside was a crisp $100 bill, by far the best tip you’d ever received. Hannah would be eating her words and you couldn’t wait to tell her.

You did the rest of the cleaning and closing with Nate rather quickly. Anxious to get out of there and phone your best friend.

Biding goodnight to Nate and Jimmy, you rushed to your car, about to grab your phone to call Hannah when a little ding let you know you had a text. Figuring it was her, you click the screen to light it up. Of course you had 12 texts from her wondering what was happening and how she needed the ‘dirty details’. Rolling your eyes you scrolled down noticing you had a text from a number you didn’t recognize. Opening it, you could have burst into tears from the fire in your heart.

I loved the pizza, beer and taking a picture with a beautiful girl, hope to see you soon. :) -Jare

Clutching your phone to your chest tightly you sighed and pinched your leg.

Ow, nope not dreaming, you thought to yourself. Now you really couldn’t wait to get home and tell Hannah.

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