#I don’t think anyone follows me because I’m stoic though

[potato-cerealkiller]

10 characters | 10 fandoms | 10 a negotiable number of tags

tagged by @zukoisblorbo :)

Damian Wayne. dc. i am an absolute sucker for human weapons who learn to be more than their past. the fact that his character development is imperfect and riddled with human mistakes makes me so insane. i just love that his palatability is seperate from his relative moral soundness, he isn’t a perfect abuse victim and i just love it. 10/10 he spins on my blorbo lazy susan a lot.

Bronya Zaychik. honkai impact. this was an og og fandom for me, but i do still love her. the supposed ‘lack of emotions’ she exhibits is very relatable to me as someone who probably has some form of alexithymia, the fact that she is nonetheless accepted by her friends and is portrayed as a complete human being just gets me so bad. also fits into the human weapon archetype <333.

Ranpo Edogawa. bungou stray dogs. i just adore him! similar situation to bronya where he isn’t told he has to fundamentally change himself to have a loving support system. his flippancy towards extraneous things like adult responsibilities, and his inability to understand the reasoning behind social conventions does remind me of myself at times. but as aforementioned, my favourite part of his character is probably that individuality doesn’t have to be sacrificed for success or respect! maybe i will catch up on the recent chapters some time…

Chongyun. genshin. social masking allegory and legacy character… i have a similar approach to fielding my emotions, and while I don’t have a decades long legacy to live up to, I find the way he has to navigate succession in his own way very interesting. he was also my first main, so!

Wanda Maximoff. marvel. similar thing to damian in the fact that she is an imperfect person who does not have an idyllic path to redemption and heroism. she’s messy and desperate, but that doesn’t make her undeserving. kind of love the position she’s in right now where she just has this quiet wisdom from all she’s been through. scarlet witch (2016) also has a special place in my heart for the second comic i ever read (shout out to the runaways for being the first).

Andromache. the old guard. immortals!!! love examining the impact of time on personhood, as in a ridiculously prolonged span of time, and boy is she fascinating. she’s completely jaded at this point, and only really existing rather than living. she almost becomes a product of time rather than an entity born from its passing. it’s just so interesting to see a character so entirely devoted to a cause through obligation, because what else can she do?, the only thing she remembers is how to fight.

Fushiguro Megumi. jujutsu kaisen. i love how much of a deranged mess he is. watching him have to unlearn his suicidal tendencies was so fucking interesting. he has this cool arrogance to him that makes him eminently unlikeable, but he is still a fundamentally good person at his core. for some reason my memory really failed me here? so not much to say, but I remember liking him.

Xie Lian. tgcf. innately good person despite his trauma! i love characters like this and i thought him fighting a literal manifestation of his past, more selfish self, was a fun way to signify his growth.

Homura Akemi. madoka magica. one of my childhood favourites. i watched this series at age seven and it probably severely impacted my psyche. her loneliness turned obsessive attachment and love is utterly heartbreaking to me. her unquestionable and desperate devotion to madoka is just. agghhh. the way that she needs her so intensely that she’s willing to sacrifice her personhood, the universe itself. ultimate blueprint for toxic yuri 10/10.

Boris Pavlikovsky. the goldfinch. he’s a lot of things but a mentally stable person is not one of them. i find the line he walks between total self annihilation and self preservation very interesting. he represents this kind of pseudo-eternal youth, he always commits to extremes. he doesn’t ever ‘overdo’ it but more because it would hinder his ability to live tomorrow rather than because of any adverse health effects. the fact that he is such an optimist at his core despite everything is just a fascinating contradiction.

tags if anyone wants to do this >>>> @sejaprune @calithilan @sizzlemourner @gladiikal

#in other news do I ever shut up? #no. #I don’t think anyone follows me because I’m stoic though

[yuuuhiii]

jealousy jealousy!

includes : jjk boys reacting to you being jealous! , Yuuta’s a little mean mwehehe , cursing , fluff , small argument in Megumi’s

𓂃 yuuji 𝜗𝜚

I’m gonna be straight up with you

This poor boy is so so oblivious

It was a pain in the ass for you both while in the pining stage because he could not take any of your hints!!

So it’s not any better when a girl is CLEARLY hitting on him

Yuuji is flattered but also offended when you get jealous

Flattered because “oh my god you love me so much and you look so pretty.”

But offended because he loves you and you only:( is he not good at showing it?

So you explain to him it’s not him it’s the girls that can’t take a fucking hint :D

However your boyfriend is a little dense, half the time he won’t notice you’re jealous unless you say something

He’s in a pickle when a girl from middle school approaches him while he’s ordering for the both of you.

“Itadori?” She squeaks out and he turns around, blinking in surprise.

“Ozawa? How’ve you been!” He smiles brightly and she melts.

Unbeknownst to the girl, you’re pouting in your seat

Anyone could tell that she had a crush on him, from the way she blushed to how she timidly messed with her skirt

They converse for quite awhile and you pout, growing a little insecure

She was very pretty and he seemed so excited to be talking to her

You were guilty for being jealous, you were never the type to make Yuuji cut off contact with any girls

I mean one of his bestfriends was a girl and you were comfortable with that

He waves bye to her though yet she doesn’t leave, her eyes following him as he sits across from you

“I ordered our stuff baby.” He smiles, grabbing your hand from across the table.

You only nod, causing him to tilt his head

“Hey are you okay?” He pouts, his other hand coming to rub along your knuckles. You hum and narrows his eyes

“Come on, what’s wrong?”

Curse his damn puppy eyes because you cave, feeling embarrassed

“W-Who was that girl.” You murmur and he perks up.

“Oh! That’s Ozawa, we went to middle school together.” He answers honestly and it somehow doesn’t settle the feeling in your stomach.

“Oh, she’s really pretty.” He blinks, shrugging right after

“Yea, she changed a lot though.”

You hum and it finally clicks in his head

“Hey, you’re not jealous are you?” His pout returns and you can only flush

“Well! I don’t know you just looked so happy with her.” You laugh awkwardly and he stands up abruptly, seating himself next to you.

He pulls you into his side, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t say that please? I only love you, I don’t need anyone else.” He huffs, messing with your fingers.

You lean your head against his, his words finally putting you at ease.

𓂃 megumi 𝜗𝜚

He’s not stupid. He knows when a girl is interested in him

He just doesn’t understand why your jealous

Like hello?? He took how long to confess to you?!

You really think he’d humor any girl that’s not you?!

Be for real

He doesn’t really do anything because well, you guys are together and you both know he loves you to death

But sometimes you just want that reassurance

Your eye was twitching every single time Kurusu had opened her mouth

It didn’t help that her and Megumi went way back , voicing to you that he had saved her when she was little

She was all over your boyfriend the whole night! And she knew you guys were together

You didn’t know if it was Angel that was doing the flirting and talking or if it was really just Kurusu

“I’d love to hangout with you! It’s been awhile since we seen eachother Megumi.” She batted her eyelashes as Megumi’s face remained stoic.

You get up from the couch, walking away, despite Megumi calling out to you.

“Where’re you going!” He snaps his head at your retreating figure

“Home.” You grumble and he gets up, however Kurusu tries to get him to stay

“She seems upset, you should just stay with me.” She smiles and Megumi’s sighs

“Sorry, I gotta go. Maybe we can talk later or something. I don’t know.” He rushes out following you outside.

“Y/n!” He yells and you don’t stop until he’s grabbing your wrist

“What’s wrong with you?!” He huffs and you pout

“What’s wrong?! I don’t know maybe it’s a little annoying to watch my boyfriend not do anything as a girl flirts with him?” You say passively and he rolls his eyes.

“Really? She just wants to catch up.”

“If catching up to you is going on a date as she gives fuck eyes to you the whole time then you’re stupid.” You fold your arms.

“Why’re you mad! You’re acting like I like her.” He says back just as harsh

“That’s not the point! You’d be mad if a guy was flirting with me and I wasn’t doing anything to stop him!” You pout, tears brimming at your eyes from the frustration

He curses at the sight of your teases, pulling you into him

“M’sorry.” He mumbles and you whine, holding him just as tight

“I’m sorry for calling you stupid.” He laughs at that, caressing your hair.

“I love you, you know? It’ll always be you but I’ll make sure to shut it down if it makes you uncomfortable.” He mumbles in your ear and you hum

“I love you too megs, thank you.”

He could never stay mad at you

𓂃 yuuta 𝜗𝜚

He shuts shit down sooooo fast

He isn’t stupid either!

And he isn’t afraid to be a little rude if a girl is being very persistent

Of course he’ll be nice at first but if they continue to keep pestering him he’ll snap

It is rare for you to feel jealous though because yuuta is a little possessive

And he’s always reassuring you that you’re his and he’s yours

However he likes your jealousy just a teeny bit!

(He fucking loves it)

Yuuta was so excited to take you out tonight

It was your guys anniversary! And god you looked stunning, gorgeous, a goddess

(He kisses the ground you walk on)

However he didn’t think you’re beautiful night would be ruined by a stupid waitress

It was one thing for her to be openly flirting with him as you were sitting right in front of him

But to give you those nasty looks as well?

Oh, he was gonna blow up

“Is everything tasting good?” She directly says to your boyfriend, not even acknowledging your presence

He just nods, smiling brightly at you

When she had served your food, she had wrote her number on a napkin, giving it to Yuuta

“Actually I have something to say.” He smiles but you know he’s pissed

“Of course! I’m all ears.”

He picks up the napkin, his eyes turning dark and cold

“I just find it disrespectful that you have the guts to offer your number to me when I’m clearly on a date with my gorgeous girlfriend .”

She straightens up.

“Not only that but neglecting her as well? You’re a terrible person you know?” He rips up the napkin, placing it on his plate.

“I’d like the check and a new waiter please and thank you.” He smiles back to you, his eyes in crescents.

She mutters a sorry and of course, scurrying away.

“Wasn’t that a little too far Yuu?” You mumble, feeling a little bad.

“Nothings to far when it comes to you, she was treating you bad anyways. She should know better.” He huffs and you smile.

“I love you.” You whisper and he smiles, kissing the promise ring adorning your finger.

“I love you more pretty.”

𓂃 toge𝜗𝜚

HES SOOOOO ANNOYINGNGNGN

he literally does shit on PURPOSE!

at some point you grow used to his stupid antics

BUT THAT SMALL PERCENTAGE

When you actually do feel a little jealous

YOU GET SO MAD AT YOURSELF

because you know he’s only doing this to get a rise out of you

He’s a loser and you carry his heart without a doubt

He’s the most loyal and caring person ever

But he LOVES teasing you

You’re in an anime store with your boyfriend

Both of trying to decide which figure to splurge on

You both had split up, roaming opposite sides of the big store

You sigh when you can hear a girl say in the next isle.

“Gosh! You’re so cute, can I get your number?”

Your boyfriend blinks down at her, his doe eyes doing nothing but making the girl gush even more

Curse his stupidly pretty eyes and pretty face

He taps his chin, letting out a “hm” as if he’s really thinking it over

You stomp your way over to him, grabbing him by his wrist and tugging him away

“He has a girlfriend.” You grumble and Toge giggles

He turns around wiggling his finger to the girl his way of saying no

Then he holds up your guys hand as he kisses your hand and waves bye at the girl

All with a huge smile on his face

“I can’t leave you alone for five minutes because you’ll just go and cheat on me.” You huff and Toge pouts immediately

He crosses his arms, shaking his head frantically

He wraps his arms around you, shoving you in his chest

You playfully roll your eyes, rubbing his back

He leans his head down, he lips ghosting your ear, making you shudder

“Love you.” He kisses your cheek right after

“Love you more Toge.”

“Okaka.” He kisses you again

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Hii!! I just wanted to say i love your work and i had a request 😋

could you write a fic (or hc) where ghost finds the fem!readers sh scars? like she’s sitting in between his legs and he’s holding her thighs and he feels the scars. he asks her to show him and she explains (she’s a little insecure cause she thinks he’ll judge her but he doesn’t) them and he makes her promise that she’ll come to him for help??

(if this makes you uncomfortable please don’t feel the need to write it🙏🏼)

Omg thank you sm <3 also on another note to those reading this (followers or not), I’ve been on and off on here. I’m getting to a point where I can start writing semi-often again. If you go a little further down my blog, I’m also about to start another series (it’s planned and 0% written).

It’ll be short-ish, but yeah, I’ll give it a shot.

If you didn’t read all of the above, this will contain mentions of self harm and bodily scars and mentions of non-specified trauma.

Minors do not interact

You were unwinding with Simon at the end of the night, in between his legs on the ground looking up at the night sky.

It’s been comfortably silent. Not needing much words to help each other decompress after the recent missions you’ve been assigned. Your back against his chest, his calloused fingers softly rubbing against your arm that rested on his leg.

“Y’ a’right, luvie?” He spoke softly. “Anythin’ goin’ on in that pretty lil head?”

You smile, and think about it. You take a deep breath. In all honesty you couldn’t even think of where to start. You don’t know if you’re okay. But you feel okay right now. That’s all that matters. You finally decide, and quickly shake your head. “Mm-mm. No, I’m good. And you? Are you okay?”

He sighed, his hands tracing the top of your thighs. He plays with the fabric of your shorts for a moment and rests his chin on your shoulder. “No, ‘m fine. Fine right here.”

You close your eyes and your thumb rubs small circles against his wrist, his hands’ movements slow as you feel him gently soothing over an arrangement of scars on your thigh. Some deep and overlapping each other. Some light. You shudder and hold your breath for a moment.

It was part of the reason you joined the military. The hell you had to face in your former life essentially pushed you over the edge. And it was the only thing that felt like a proper release.

You didn’t want to talk about it, really. Even though you were safe with Simon. You didn’t want to feel the shame of being judged. If anything, you knew if anyone understood, he definitely would.

But it’s still not your favorite conversation.

Ugh.

He studied them for a while, tilting his head. Not in a judging way, you managed to take a look and saw his once stoic gaze become soft, almost pained. His brows furrowed as he cleared his throat.

“Can…” he gently scoots away from you, caressing your shoulders as you lean up and hesitantly meet his eyes. “Can you show me?”

You sigh, holding your hands over the area. “I… I don’t really…”

You stutter and ramble, unable to get the words you want out.

“It’s a’right, I’ve got you,” he cupped your cheek.

You turn more towards him, enough to where he can see, thank god for the dark sky, the moon light was enough for him to get a general idea and look over without him seeing the anxiety on your face. He held your thigh, and leaned down to press a gentle kiss against your scars.

You were completely froze at this point, not in a bad way. His reaction was a lot less… well, you don’t know what you expected because you would have avoided this if you had the choice.

“It’s… from my past, and—”

“You don’t have to tell me what you don’t want,” he comforts you, pulling you to his chest.

“But what I do want,” he looks down at you. “I need you t’promise me you’ll come to me when you need help or anything. Anything. Anytime. Okay?”

“Please.”

It wasn’t like him to beg. But he needed you to be safe. Safe from bad people, from the horrors of the world and from the horrors of your own demons.

You nod your head in agreement. “Okay.”

He grunts approvingly, his grip on you even tighter now and it goes back to silence just like before. The least you could do in return is offer him the same he does to you, so you cup his cheek, cradling his face as you whisper to him.

“And you come to me for anything. Okay?”

His eyes close in relief as he rests his forehead against yours and if his embrace wasn’t tight before, it’s almost a death grip now as both arms squeeze your whole body, a silent ‘thank you’.

—

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley cod #Simon ghost Riley comfort #simon ghost riley x fem reader #simon riley x fem reader

[forestkniight]

Quitting I.M.P.

So... this is my first post on Tumblr! I'm not sure if I formatted everything correctly, but I hope it's somewhat readable! I decided I would go a bit tame on my first post since it's also been a long while since I've written anything for fun, but I hope y'all enjoy!!

Pairing: Blitz x Reader

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 1.8K

You felt the anger boiling over as you and the other I.M.P. crew crossed into Hell from where you were on Earth. 

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Kill some cheating husband or something of the sort. It should have been a quick in and out, and to be fair, it was. That’s not what bothered you. 

For the past couple of missions, Blitz had taken away your chance to kill anyone. Every time you set up to kill the target, he would swipe in and kill them first, or he would have Millie or Moxxie take care of it. You knew you were one of the more recent additions to this business, but you had done more than prove yourself working with them in the first few weeks. It pissed you off, and this time around wasn’t any different. 

You were packing away your lunch quickly as you tried your best to mask your frustration and anger. 

“Are you good? You look like you want to bite off someone’s head,” Loona said as she took notice of how hard you were clutching your bag. 

“Just peachy,” you muttered as you began heading out. 

Luck, however, was not on your side as you remembered that the entire crew was supposed to go out for drinks that night. 

“Took you long enough, (Y/N)! The fuck were you doing anyways,” Blitz asked as you stepped back into the main lobby. 

You had to fight off a snarl that threatened to come out. Both Millie and Moxxie noticed something was wrong since your sweet demeanor was nowhere to be found. You took a breath before responding.

“I was packing up my stuff for the night,” you calmly responded, ensuring your emotions weren’t showing. You knew leaving it all pent up would end up bubbling over, but it hadn’t happened yet.

“You could just leave it here! Drinks are on me tonight!” 

You clutched your bag tighter and saw Moxxie looking back and forth between you and Blitz. 

Moxxie was the only one who knew about your crush on your boss because he happened to find you drunk at a bar one time and wanted to make sure you got home safe. Boy had you spilled a lot of information about your feelings that night. Luckily for you, Moxxie wasn’t the meddling type, though he did encourage you to tell Blitz how you felt. 

“Respectfully, sir, I’m really tired, and I just want to go home,” you said with a bit more hostility than you meant to.

The crew looked at you, confused. 

“Maybe we can do this another-“ Moxxie tried to interject, but Blitz interrupted him.

“The fucks got your panties in a twist?” 

You felt your eye twitch as Moxxie cringed. 

“I don’t know SIR. How about the fact that these past few clients we’ve had, you’ve managed to take the opportunity from me to kill them,” you spit out in exasperation. 

“Are you fucking serious right now,” Blitz moved closer to you, “You’re getting paid regardless. Why the fuck does it matter?” 

You clenched your fist tighter but stayed firm where you stood.

“I didn’t join this fucking business just to stand around and look pretty asshole!” 

You saw Blitz’s eye widen at the curse word since he wasn’t used to hearing it come from your mouth. 

“If you think I’m shit at my job, then fucking fire me or tell me what I’m doing wrong,” you yelled at him.

He remained speechless before you saw his expression change.

“Maybe I fucking should! At least someone who is actually pretty to look at, just in case, you bitch!” Blitz yelled in your face.

The silence that followed was extremely tense, as you and Blitz were suddenly very much in each other’s space. You felt your heart completely break, and Moxxie saw the quick, pained expression you couldn’t hide before becoming stoic. 

“Sir, that was uncalled for. They are highly skilled at their job. It would be a mistake-“ 

“No, you know what Moxxie? You heard it from the boss himself,” you laughed mirthlessly, cutting Moxxie off.  

You backed away from Blitz and picked up the bag you had dropped at some point during the screaming match. You began walking towards the door. Moxxie tried to stop you, but one stare showed that you weren’t fucking around. You heard Blitz sigh behind you.

“(Y/N), wait-“ Blitz started as you turned around quickly with your hand on the door handle.

“No, Blitz. I’ll make this easier for you. I fucking quit. Find someone better than me in all aspects,” you say harshly. 

You couldn’t help the tears that were pooling. Blitz’s eyes softened when he noticed, but you didn’t see it. You were ready to go, so you pushed open the door.

“You can’t just quit like that! On such short fucking notice! I can’t find someone that fucking quick,” Blitz yelled.

You couldn’t hear the desperation in his voice, only that he was yelling at you. 

“Don’t fucking yell at me! This business is no longer my fucking problem! God, I can’t believe I ever had feelings for you,” you scream at him as you walk out the door and slam it behind you. 

You were unaware of the chaos you left behind when that door closed.

~~

It had been a week since you quit I.M.P.

Luckily, you were wiser with your paychecks than Blitz, so you had enough to tide you over while you searched for a new job. 

Everyone except Blitz had come to visit you separately. The first and shortest visit was Loona. You had forgotten your favorite necklace in the office and begged her to drop it off. 

When she arrived, she was surprised to see you in disarray. Your hair was slightly messy, your eyes puffy, and you hadn’t changed out of your PJs. It was the day after, and you were utterly heartbroken. 

“Thanks, Loona,” you whispered as you took your favorite necklace back.

“No problem. Blitz saw me leaving with it, though. Moxxie managed to step in before he could reach me. Not like I would have handed it to him anyway.” 

There wasn’t much conversation before she decided to return to the office.

The following person to visit was Millie. Luckily, she saw you in a better state than Loona did, but your eyes hadn’t lost their puffiness. 

“Me and Mox miss you, (Y/N). It’s not the same without you,” Millie said as she passed you a pint of ice cream. 

“Right…”

“I’m serious! We know you’re good at killing, but you were also fun on the field!” Millie looked at you, and you knew she was being genuine. You thanked her, and she stayed with you that night, watching many movies. 

The last person to visit was Moxxie, who had much more to say.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but what made you think that was the best way to confess?” Mox said as he stood right next to you in your bed. 

“It just came out, Mox. I didn’t mean to,” you sighed as you tried to fight off the tears again, “I wanted my words to hurt him as much as he did.”

After speaking those words out loud, you curled into yourself and silently cried. You heard Moxxie sigh.

“(Y/N), I really think you should talk to him,” Moxxie said, something in his tone. 

Still, you didn’t respond.

“I know he can be- “

“Moxxie….I need you to leave,” you said with a tear-filled voice. 

“(Y/N),” Moxxie tried to start again. 

“Please,” you begged. 

“Fine…I’ll be back, though,” he said, sighing. 

You felt a kiss on your head, and a few seconds later, you heard the door close. You let yourself cry and spend the rest of the day in bed.

~~

That was two days ago. You finally had enough and knew the money wasn’t never-ending. You began your job searching, but you weren’t having any luck.

You sighed as you dropped face-first on your couch, trying to forget all the horrible interviews you had been on today. You weren’t a perfect fit for any of the jobs, and you were beginning to wonder if it was worth it to return and get your job back.

You looked at the time and realized that you had been out all day. You decided to change into your comfy pajama shorts and tank top, deciding you weren’t going out anymore. If you were still working at I.M.P., you would have much more to do on a Friday night. 

You turned on the TV, letting it lull you to sleep as you spent another night alone.

~~

You were awoken at 1 AM by knocking on the door. You groaned as you wondered who could be waking you up at this hour. Moxxie did say he would be back, but you didn’t think it’d be in the dead of night. You yanked the door open, speaking before processing who stood before you.

“Damn it, Mox, I was slee-“ You cut off your words when you realized it wasn’t Moxxie in front of you, but Blitz.

You moved to shut your door again, but he shoved his foot in the door frame before pushing the door open and inviting himself in.

“That’s fucking rude,” Blitz said harshly as he took a look around your apartment.

“Says the asshole who’s inside an apartment that he wasn’t invited into,” you spat back at him. 

You saw Blitz roll his eyes and turn back to face you fully. You avoided his eye contact as you walked to your kitchen to get a drink of water. You heard the clicks of Blitz’s boots as he followed you.

As you filled your cup, you tried to think of what to say, but luckily, you wouldn’t have to.

“Can we talk?” 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Blitz,” you said as you moved past him to walk to your bedroom, “I don’t work for you anymore.”

“Christ on a stick (Y/N), can you stop being a bitch for 5 seconds,” Blitz told you as you set your water down on your nightstand.

“Get the fuck out of my room! No, out of my house,” you yelled, walking towards him, having half a mind to toss him out. 

“No, not until we fucking talk,” Blitz said as he closed your bedroom door and walked towards you.

“I’ve already said there’s nothing to talk about,” you yelled in exasperation.

“Fucking fine,” Blitz yelled back. 

You watched him turn to your door, hand on the handle. You were confused as to why he wasn’t leaving.

“Are you waiting for an invitation, Blitz!? Get the fuck out,” you began walking towards him again. 

“Fuck this shit,” you heard him mutter before he abruptly turned around.

You had no time to react before Blitz pulled you into him and kissed you hard. You let out a squeak of surprise, and Blitz used this to deepen the kiss. After the initial surprise, you began kissing back. The kiss was desperate, your teeth clashing and your pulse rising significantly.

You had no idea this was where the night would take you.

I hope that was fine! Please bear with me as I try to get used to Tumblr (and forgive any formatting errors)!

Also, please always let me know if I forgot to tag a warning!

#blitz #blitzø #blitzo #helluva boss blitz #blitz helluva boss #helluva boss blitzo #blitzo helluva boss #blitz x reader #blitzo x reader #helluva x reader #helluva boss x reader

[munson-blurbs]

That blurb about Eddie hating his scars just gave me the biggest feels…. Could you maybe write about taking care of Eddie after he’s back from the upside down? Fluff-ganza and a little bit of angst helping with his wounds and nightmares … ah 🥹 love your blooooog ❤️

Warnings: language, blood, mentions of surgical procedures

WC: 2.6k

A/N: This was more fluff than angst, but I hope you like it! Please leave feedback <3

@princesseddie86 here is the fluff piece I promised you!

“Stay with me, Eddie, please,” you beg as you follow the gurney down the hospital corridor. You watch him take shallow breaths, hair matted to his face with blood.

He groans softly, unintelligible sounds leaving his lips. He’s shivering from the blood loss. You’re not even sure if he’s aware that you’re here, but you keep talking to him.

“You’re gonna be okay. You’re at the hospital; the doctors will take good care of you,” you promise, though you’re unsure what can be done.

The nurses surrounding him are listing different codes. It’s like a foreign language to you, but it might be better if you can’t understand it. They might be saying things you don’t want to hear.

The whole situation was so bizarre. You’d been friends with Robin Buckley since grade school; you were one of the few people she’d come out to. You thought it was crazy enough when she told you she was now friends with Steve Harrington, but what really sealed the deal was when she’d told you about an otherworldly realm dubbed the Upside Down. Oh, and now a demon-type entity named Vecna was brutally mutilating and killing random Hawkins teenagers, and maybe, pretty please, could you help them fight him?

Before joining their brigade of monster hunters, you hadn’t had much contact with Eddie Munson. For starters, you took honors classes, while he struggled to pass his introductory courses. You’d been privy to his many cafeteria table speeches, but never paid too much attention to them. You didn’t think he was a freak or running some satanic cult like many of your classmates assumed, but you didn’t really have anything to do with a slacker metalhead like Eddie.

Of course, that was before you actually got to know him. Before you saw the way he took care of the freshmen who idolized him, his passion for anything related to music, how he read dog-eared fantasy paperbacks until he had them memorized. Before you realized how much you cared for him.

You watch the doctors whisk him to the ICU, and it dawns on you that you might not ever get the chance to tell him.

~

Eddie’s uncle Wayne meets you at the hospital after Steve and Robin find him at the trailer park and fill him in on what happened. Well, sort of--it was too much to get into the whole “Upside Down” business, especially when his nephew’s life hung in limbo--so that would have to be a conversation for another day. 

You’re waiting in the waiting room, chewing on your fingernails, when he walks in solemnly. His hands are shoved in his pockets, and though he’s stoic now, his tear-stained cheeks reveal that he’s been crying. Your gaze meets his, and he comes over to sit with you.

“You Y/N?” he asks, and you nod numbly. “I’m, uh, Wayne, Eddie’s uncle.”

You try to offer a smile, though the effort makes it feel more like a grimace. “Eddie’s told me a lot about you.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“Of course. He told me all about how you raised him after his dad went to prison and his mom...” you trail off. Even the thought of death--anyone’s death--is too hard to think about right now.

Wayne nods. “Was the least I could do. My brother--Eddie’s old man--he and I were raised by our drunk of a dad. And that really messed with my brother. Messed with me, too, but maybe I missed some of it because I was younger.

“He started drinking, too; starting drinking too much, too fast, too young. Makin’ bad decisions, just like our dad. And after he got taken away, I couldn’t let Eddie fall into that same trap.” He pulls out a cigarette and looks at you. “Mind if I smoke?”

“No, that’s fine,” you reply softly, and he lights it. “Actually, could I bum one?”

Wayne gives you a knowing look. “’S not a good habit, y’know?”

“I don’t normally...only when I’m stressed.” You take a cigarette from him and lean in so he can light it.

“Don’t tell Eddie,” he whispers. “He won’t like me poisoning his girlfriend’s lungs.”

You choke, and it’s not from smoke inhalation. “We’re, um...I’m not his girlfriend,” you mumble. But I wish I was, you want to say.

Wayne lets out a small chuckle, then takes another drag from his cigarette. “Well, if you say so.”

You want to ask him to elaborate when a nurse enters the waiting room. “Wayne Munson?” Wayne stands up quickly, motioning for you to join him. “Your nephew is out of surgery. You can see him now.”

“Okay,” he replies, “his girlfriend’s gonna come with me, if that’s all right?”

The nurse nods. “Of course.”

You don’t even bother to correct him this time.

~

The hospital doesn’t have any of Eddie’s favorite books; no copies of Lord of the Rings anywhere in the place. You settle for an old tattered copy of The Catcher in the Rye and read aloud to the sleeping boy next to you.

He still hasn’t woken up from the anesthesia, but you’re still relieved to see how calm he looks, his breaths even instead of ragged. They cleaned him up a bit so there’s no traces of dried blood on his face. He looks more like himself.

You’re still reading when you notice him stir ever so slightly, making your heart leap.

“E-Eddie?” you whisper, placing a hand over his, careful of his IV. “Eddie, can you hear me?”

He groans softly and promptly falls back to sleep. The nurses warned you that he might go in and out, that it was normal, but you just wanted him awake.

Wayne comes back in the room, holding a paper cup of water. He hands it to you and you accept it gratefully.

“Any news?” he asks.

“He just kinda...moved a little bit? And made a tiny noise. But that was it,” you report, disappointment written all over your face.

Wayne puts a hand on your shoulder. “I know it’s useless tellin’ y’this, but you don’t have to stay. I can call you from the payphone when he’s up.”

“I want to be here when he wakes up. Unless I’m in your way, and I can leave.” It hadn’t dawned on you that Wayne might want to be alone with Eddie, but the man just shakes his head.

“No, no. The company helps,” he reassures you. “Jus’ figured you need some rest.”

“I’m okay for now.” Okay is too strong a word; really, you’re barely surviving, but you can’t manage to go home. You turn your attention back to the book, clear your throat, and continue reading.

~

“Hello?”

The voice is quiet and gravelly, barely audible over the sounds of machines beeping and Wayne’s light snoring, but you hear it. You hear Eddie.

“Hi, sleepyhead.” You get up from the chair where you were half-sleeping and crouch by his bedside. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” he mutters. “What happened?”

You knit your brows, unable to hide your concern. “Do you...do you remember what happened? With the bats?”

He tries a laugh but ends up coughing, holding his torso in pain. “Fuck. Yeah, I remember those motherfuckers. Just not...after.”

“Well,” you start, “after you decided to be a hero, Dustin and I grabbed you and brought you back to Hawkins. You were so pale and shaky and...” Tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to be brave for you.”

But Eddie’s not even listening to that part. “You and Henderson came back for me?” he asks incredulously.

You nod. “Of course. You know he worships the ground you walk on.”

“And you?”

Because I care about you. Because even though we’ve only been friends for a few days, I feel complete with you. Because now that I know you, really know you, I can’t live in a world without Eddie Munson.

“Because you’re my friend, Eddie,” you manage, swallowing down all of the other things you actually wanted to say. You look over at Wayne, who is still sleeping. “C’mon, let’s tell your uncle that you’re awake.”

~

Eddie is discharged from the hospital after three days. He has to use a cane to get around until he’s fully healed, which he complains makes him look elderly, but you reassure him that it looks totally metal.

You help Wayne get him into the trailer and onto the sofa, where he sits back with a grunt.

“Okay, I think my work here is done!” you announce and turn to Wayne. “Could I use your phone? Steve can pick me up.” You’d driven to and from the hospital in Wayne’s car, which meant either calling Steve for a ride or walking home.

“You’re leaving?” Eddie asks from his spot on the couch. Maybe you’re imagining it, but does he look...disappointed at the prospect of you going?

You laugh. “Taking care of you for three days straight wasn’t enough for you?” 

“No, I think I need you here full-time,” he says, pushing out his lower lip into a pout. “Y’know, bring me my meds, change my dressings, give me a sponge bath...”

That last comment earns him a thwap on the back of the head from his uncle. “Behave,” Wayne warns.

You roll your eyes, heading for the phone. “I have to go home and rest. Maybe see my parents, let them know I’m alive.” There’s more truth than sarcasm in that statement now with Hawkins seemingly crumbling around you. And you are exhausted.

“Okay,” he concedes, looking at you with his brown doe eyes, “can you come back tomorrow? Wayne can’t take any more days off from work.”

“I think I can manage that.” You call Steve, who was on his way back from volunteering at the school-turned-crisis-shelter, so it only took him five minutes to get to the trailer park. As you walk to his car, closing the door behind you, you hear Wayne’s gruff voice.

“Boy, if you don’t take that girl on a date once you’re healed up...”

~

Two weeks later, your phone rings just before 8 AM on a Sunday.

“Hello?” you croak groggily, stifling a yawn.

“Y/N!” Eddie’s voice booms through the receiver, jolting you awake.

“Eddie? Is everything okay?” You sit up so fast that dots form in front of your eyes, and you put a hand on the bed to steady yourself. You’ve been going to his trailer nearly every day, bringing him his homework and often staying to help him with it. The boy was determined to graduate this year, come hell or high water. 

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he says, like he’s just realized how early it is, “but can you come over now? I wanna show you something.”

You stretch and feel your back crack. “Sure. Let me just get dressed and I can be there in, like, half an hour?”

“Perfect.” You can sense his delight over the phone. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Just come in when you get here.”

“Sounds good.” You run a comb through your hair and throw it up in a loose bun. Pulling on some light wash jeans, you rummage through your dresser to find a shirt. You weigh your options carefully and laugh at yourself. This isn’t a fashion show, you’re just going to see Eddie. Why do you care about what you look like? 

You know why, you think, but push it away as you throw on an oversized navy blue shirt and finish the rest of your morning routine.

~

You gently push open the trailer door and see Eddie laying on the couch, reading The Catcher in the Rye.

“Hi,” he breathes, then holds up the book. “Someone never got to finish reading this to me, so I had Henderson check it out from the library.”

“You never read it in your ten years of high school?” you tease gently, placing your jacket on the chair near the door.

“Hey, it’s only six!” he protests. “And no. Probably was s’posed to, though.”

“Is that what you wanted to show me?”

“Nah,” he grins. “Watch this.”

Your eyes stay locked on him as he pushes himself up slowly, grimacing as he uses the arm of the sofa for balance. His cane is leaned up against it, but he doesn’t reach for it; instead, he takes careful, methodical steps without any mobility aid.

You feel a smile spreading across your face, though it’s a bit dampened with concern. Should he be walking by himself? you wonder, but allow him his moment. He’s so proud, so determined.

He gets to you and takes your hand gingerly. “Ta-da!”

You want to fling your arms around his neck and pull him in for the tightest hug of his life, but you’re not about to re-injure him, so you squeeze his hand instead.

“Look at you! You’ll be back to torturing the rest of Hellfire in no time!” You go to drop his hand, but he doesn’t let go. You think maybe he just needs to hold on for stability, but then he takes his other hand and wraps you in a hug.

“It’s all thanks to you,” he murmurs. 

“I think the doctors and nurses who stitched you back together deserve some credit,” you remind him, but you feel your cheeks burning.

You feel him shake his head. “I’m not talking about the medical stuff. I’m talking about the...trying again stuff.”

“Trying again?” you look up at him quizzically. 

Eddie sighs and leads you back to the couch. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I kept trying to walk a little more each day so I could meet you at the door to hug you.”

Your heart surges. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

It’s his turn to blush. “That’s me, y’know, the murderous satanic cult leader with a heart of gold.”

“What a coincidence,” you laugh, “that’s just my type.”

He lets out a small chuckle and takes your hand again. “Wanna know what my next goal is?” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “I’m gonna work up the strength to take you out on a date. If, uh, if that’s okay with you.” 

“If that’s okay with...Eddie, of course that’s okay with me. It’s more than okay!” You rest your free hand on his knee. “But there’s no rush. We can hang out here and watch movies until you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere.”

And then something comes over him, a feeling that he ordinarily would’ve dismissed, but now he leans into it. He cups your chin and brings your lips to his, kissing you softly. Your body is tingling as you move your hand from his knee to his bicep, mindful of his healing wounds. 

A fleeting thought crosses your mind, leading you to break the kiss earlier than you wanted. He misinterprets this and apologizes quickly.

“Sorry, should’ve waited until we actually went on a date...” he sputters, playing with his rings.

“No, Eddie. I just...” you sigh deeply. “I’m worried that you only think you like me because I’ve been taking care of you. And then once you’re better, you’ll realize that...”

His jaw drops slightly in disbelief. “Y/N, I’ve been thinkin’ about you since Robin introduced us. And then when I realized that you’re cute and caring...” he trails off. “kinda fell for ya.”

“Oh,” you’re taken aback by his honest confession and allow yourself to fall back into his warm embrace. “Well, in that case...” you smile as you kiss him.

His shoulders relax and he holds you as close as he can.

“I’m never letting you go,” he promises, and you vow that you’ll never let him go, either.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fluff #requests

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

Anyone else remember how Percy literally stole the Senate from under "Conspirator Extraordinaire, Literally Pointed As The Politician By The Book" Octavian's feet, like, my boy did that. "I'm so glad you asked!" Get rekt.

Actually, no, I'm including the full quote:

"The camp is safe,” Octavian continued. “I’ll be the first to congratulate our heroes for bringing back the legion’s eagle and so much Imperial gold! Truly we have been blessed with good fortune. But why do more? Why tempt fate?” “I’m glad you asked.” Percy stood, taking the question as an opening. Octavian stammered, “I wasn’t—” “—part of the quest,” Percy said. “Yes, I know. And you’re wise to let me explain, since I was.” Some of the senators snickered. Octavian had no choice but to sit down and try not to look embarrassed.

"You're wise to let me explain, since I was." LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Also, that dig about his loyalty earlier, that everyone likes to bring up because of Percy's outrage? A direct response to Percy making a convincing argument (convincing for his audience) for allowing the quest when they were all ranging from hesitant to scoffing about it:

Finally Senator Larry stood. “I know what Mars said, but that’s crazy. Alaska is cursed! They call it the land beyond the gods for a reason. It’s so far north, the Roman gods have no power there. The place is swarming with monsters. No demigod has come back from there alive since—” “Since you lost your eagle,” Percy said. Larry was so startled, he fell back on his podex. “Look,” Percy continued, “I know I’m new here. I know you guys don’t like to mention that massacre in the nineteen-eighties—” “He mentioned it!” one of the ghosts whimpered. “—But don’t you get it?” Percy continued. “The Fifth Cohort led that expedition. We failed, and we have to be responsible for making things right. That’s why Mars is sending us. This giant, the son of Gaea—he’s the one who defeated your forces thirty years ago. I’m sure of it. Now he’s sitting up there in Alaska with a chained death god, and all your old equipment. He’s mustering his armies and sending them south to attack this camp.”

I have to say. Does this sound as an argument Percy would find compelling? He doesn't say so in the narration, but right here he is definitely working his crowd. And then he doesn't acknowledge the veiled accusation of treason that immediately follows the above quote like I cannot overstate that Octavian saw Percy as a threat and jumped to undermine him, proving not only his awareness of when he's being provoked, but the ability to control his temper in such situations (as seen before when Chiron asks him what he'd think of being though of as a story about children who lose their mothers and when he first meets Ares, when he's feeling his influence but doesn't have any legitimate reason to resent him), and succeeds in distracting even Octavian from his attempt to throw dirt on him.

He does something similar later when Octavian argues that they shouldn't provide any aid for the quest:

An uneasy murmur passed through the crowd. Frank jumped to his feet. Before he could start a fight, Percy said, “Fine! No problem. But at least give us transportation. Gaea is the earth goddess, right? Going overland, across the earth—I’m guessing we should avoid that. Plus, it’ll be too slow."

He saw the futility of the constant arguing and negotiating in circles and 1) made a show of good faith by accepting some of Octavian's conditions while 2) including his own request. The way he phrased it, at least to me, came across as rhetorically presenting himself and his friends as stoic Roman heroes to the Senate, going off in part from Octavian's own description and in part from the appeal he made earlier (second quote), while also pushing Octavian into a position where he had to meet him in the middle with the transportation (Should he have done this instead of pushing for more help? Possibly. That's a good question that, not knowing how the conversation would have gone in that case, I can't answer. I'm pointing out that Percy was very much thinking about the best way to direct the meeting here.)

He also showed how unflinching he could be under pressure when Reyna unfairly (both to Percy and to Frank, the actual leader of the quest — although, to be fair, Percy and Hazel were the ones doing the heavy lifting with the Senate in that scene while he stood back, probably cowed by his hurricane promotion and the constant reminders Octavian made about his supposed inadequacy for the role) puts responsibility on him for defending the quest and laying out a plan for it. He even calmed her when he saw her start to flounder.

“First things first.” Percy tried to sound confident, though he could feel the level of panic rising in the room. “I don’t know who the seven are, or what that old prophecy means, exactly. But first we have to free Thanatos. Mars told us we only needed three people for the quest to Alaska. Let’s concentrate on succeeding with that and getting back before the Feast of Fortuna. Then we can worry about the Doors of Death.”

Bolding mine because Percy has to be worried. He doesn't really know what to do besides what he outlines here. In the previous paragraph he's thinking of all the awful things that could happen in monsters can't be reliably killed. However, just like in this quote, he's thinking about it in reference to how it affects other people. If it was up to him, he'd be in one of his "this is so hopeless, we're gonna die, we have no clue, the world sucks" brooding sessions, but, because he's talking to a desperate crowd —one that's deciding whether anything will be done to solve the dangerous situation at all, which is one thing Percy is always in favor of— he puts on his big boy toga and leads them all to a more optimistic, active and effective outlook.

All of this to say... I can see why Reyna sought to recruit him after this.

#PJO #Percy Jackson #politician!Percy Jackson #Octavian #praetor!Percy Jackson #praetor!Percy #pspspsps let me run your campaign king

[gonzo-rella]

The Bitter Taste of Regret | Izzy Hands

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Based on/a follow-up to: Blackbeard Asking/Ordering You To Join His Crew (Partially For Izzy) (an imagine written by yours truly) 

Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (implied romantic), Izzy Hands x Edward Teach (ambiguous)

Summary: Izzy’s not as content as he should be in his life as the first mate of Blackbeard’s new crew. Ed’s becoming more erratic than he can handle, he’s starting to feel more than a twinge of guilt about marooning most of Stede (fucking Bonnet)’s crew, and you’ve become an obedient shell of the person you once were. To be honest, I’m not completely sure what this is. Just go with it and we’ll all have a good time. Apart from Izzy.

Warnings: Description/reference to Ed’s less than great mental state. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.4k

(A/N: I don’t tend to broadcast this fact but I write self-insert fics just for my own enjoyment with no intention of publishing them in any capacity. I started writing something and thought it’d make a good reader-insert thing, so I polished it and added to it until it turned out like this. In case it wasn’t clear, I love writing things where I can make my angry middle-aged man suffer (see: this fic I wrote on AO3; and no that definitely wasn’t some smooth af  shameless self-promotion). Also, I finished and edited this in the aftermath of an all-nighter I pulled in an attempt to fix my nocturnal sleep schedule so I didn’t end up sleeping through most of my birthday (26th August, if anyone’s curious), so I wouldn’t be surprised if this is littered with mistakes. That’s also why my writing in this one has all the subtlety of a cricket bat to the anus. If you’re a big believer in ‘show, don’t tell’, well...)

“Cabin boy!” Izzy called as he hobbled across the main deck.

Perched on a stool, you looked up at him over the large wooden tub filled to the brim with soapy water and continued to scrub at his jacket in an effort to avoid being yelled at to carry on. Tucked under his arms was another pile of laundry. He seemed to be struggling to carry everything because of his cane, you noted. You decided against assisting him- he’d only bark at you for thinking him incapable of such an easy task, wouldn’t he?

"Bring these to my cabin when you're done."

"Yes, sir."

He dropped the clothes and bedding on top of the pile of his own that you were due to wash. Considering the fact Izzy had just emerged from Blackbeard’s cabin, you deduced that your reclusive captain was finally allowing you to do his laundry. You neglected to comment on the strong scent of rum and sweat emanating from Blackbeard’s heap beyond the involuntary scrunching of your nose.

"Does Captain Blackbeard want me to clean his cabin too, sir?" you asked.

Considering you were the ship’s ‘cabin boy’, it was strange that you had yet to clean your new captain’s cabin. Though, Izzy had generously allowed you to clean his room so many times that you had lost count. 

"No. You're still not to go near it," Izzy answered sternly. "Unless you want to explore the bottom of the sea."

It was a warning he’d given you early on in your voyage as part of Blackbeard’s new crew. You guessed he was mercifully sparing you (for reasons unknown to you) from your captain’s wrath, not unlike how he’d spared you from being marooned. It wasn’t as though Blackbeard had been in particularly high spirits as of late, which is why you, Jim and Frenchie were so on edge. None of you would have been surprised if you woke up with your erratic leader holding his gun to your head.

You noted that Izzy appeared just as unsettled as you felt beneath your stoic veneer. Maybe he was shaken after another unpleasant interaction with Captain Blackbeard, you thought. However (as was the case with many questions you had nowadays), you knew better than to ask. You didn’t want to explore the bottom of the sea, after all.

"Alright." you nodded. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Izzy stared blankly at you. He noticed that you hadn't stopped scrubbing since his arrival, and you were repeating the motion as though your life depended on it.

Perhaps it was just due to his recent altercation with his sobbing, screaming captain, but he was experiencing this creeping feeling of dissatisfaction. His captain was a drunken, weeping mess in his cabin, he didn’t get much out of scolding Jim and Frenchie for their fatigued scowls and muttering, the relief of having rid himself of Bonnet’s incompetent band of misfits was dissipating and he was beginning to resent the only one aboard the ship who obeyed him without question.

"What's the matter with you?" he demanded.

You tried your best to hide your unease behind a demeanour of neutrality.

"Pardon me, sir?"

"You've been acting like a-a... fucking plank of wood ever since you joined Blackbeard's crew."

"I'm sorry. I don't understand, sir."

Izzy clenched his jaw. Your eyes widened.

In your defence, you were only half-sure you knew what he meant. That said, you were completely sure you didn’t want to discuss it with him.

"Don't lie to me. Of course you understand."

You swallowed your saliva.

"I wouldn't like to… speak out of turn, sir," you hesitated, shaking your head dismissively. The scrubbing intensified, alerting Izzy to the fact that you were more uncomfortable than you’d been letting on. “And I doubt you’d like me to- not that I presume to know your mind.”

He raised his arms in exasperation.

"I'm giving you permission to say what you want."

You froze. "I'm afraid... I don't have anything I want to say, sir."

That wasn’t necessarily a lie. There were plenty of thoughts residing in that head of yours, but you’d taken an unofficial vow of silence (well, silence involving things you suspected would earn you an involuntary one-way trip to the seabed).

Izzy huffed.

"I'm not trying to catch you out."

You didn't say anything.

"Christ." He rolled his eyes.  "Who knew you'd be more fucking annoying when you're actively trying not to piss me off?"

"I'm sorry for annoying you, sir."

"For fuck's sake." Izzy groaned. He would have preferred it if the tone of your apology was dripping with insincerity, rather than a poorly suppressed desperation to not be tied to the anchor. “If you don’t say something in the next 10 seconds, I swear to-”

Well, if he really insisted…

“You know exactly why I’m like this.” you snapped.

He looked at you stiffly. You allowed yourself to roll your eyes, something that strangely pleased Izzy.

“You want a crew that gets on with the work without a word. I don’t know what the Captain wants, but I know how to avoid pissing him off.” you continued. “I want to keep all of my toes, or, if I’m being optimistic, my life. If I want what I want, I have to do what you two want. Hence the ‘acting like plank of wood’.”

Your gaze lingered on him.

“Well, I thought it was what you wanted,” You couldn’t help the smirk that crept across your face. It had been so long since Izzy had seen it. He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed it until it reappeared. “And I’m guessing you thought you wanted it, too.”

You glanced down and went back to scrubbing. He guessed that this time it wasn’t to appease him as much as it was to irritate him. It was bloody working.

“So, you’re finally disillusioned.” you declared sardonically. “What sent you over the edge, then? Blackbeard? Guilt?”

You grinned beneath his irritated glare, not bothering to look up at him.

“I might be wrong in assuming this,” you went on (though you didn’t sound as though you thought you were wrong in the slightest). “But I can’t help but wonder if maybe you had something to do with this miserable situation we find ourselves in.”

Finally, you briefly met his gaze again. His eyes widened. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Even so, you want to fix this, right?” You didn’t bother waiting for confirmation. “Well, since you asked for my thoughts, First Mate Hands,” you said mockingly. It made him wonder if, all the other times you had formally addressed him, there was some taunting hidden within your words. “I suppose I can make a suggestion.”

“What?” he uttered gruffly.

“Get Stede back.” you advised. Before he could protest- “He’s our only real hope. If he started this downward spiral, as I suspect he did, he’ll be able to put a stop to it. Hopefully he’s managed to keep himself alive.”

You maintained your bitter grin and looked Izzy straight in the eyes.

“Of course, if he is dead, or if Blackbeard ends up killing him, we’re completely fucked.” you shrugged. “In which case, I’m off to the Republic of Pirates at the first chance I get. You’re welcome to join me, if you actually try to get Stede back.”

“Do you seriously think the promise of running off into the sunset with you is worth searching high and low for that fancy man?” he sneered.

“Well, I was worth ‘vouching for’, as the Captain put it.” you countered smugly, pretending not to notice the blush that spread across his cheeks. “Besides, I’m hoping it won’t come to leaving. I tend to like it here when things aren’t totally miserable. I’d quite like for things to go back to the way they were.”

You cleared your throat. The smirk fell from your face. Izzy watched as your whole demeanour shifted once again.

“I hope you’ll consider what I’ve said, sir.” you stated, your voice lacking most of the humour that it had possessed mere seconds ago. “If you want me again-” You looked up at him. Your eyes were unlike your voice. His heart leapt at the glint of mischief. “You’ll have to ask.

“I wouldn’t like to say something at the wrong time and incur your wrath.”

#izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #edward teach #ofmd x reader #ofmd #our flag means death x reader #our flag means death #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader

[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (57/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, only a little… mentions of beheading droids??

Summary: You were about to leave Obi-Wan to help Ahsoka, but then Anakin makes a special request from you, and you hate not doing him favors.

A/n: Me writing this single chapter:

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“Padme?” Anakin was panicking, the second those alarms went off on the ship, he could feel that something was terribly wrong, and once it was confirmed that the Capitol had been under attack, he took the first excusal he could make and ran to hide, trying his best to cloak the signal from his transmitter from anyone else on board. “Please tell me you’re not there.”

“Ani,” the holo-projector wasn’t turned on, but he didn’t need to see it to know her location. Loud sirens, much like the ones here were blaring like there was no tomorrow, and he could also hear the sounds of deranged panic in the background. “I don’t know what to do, they chancellor is being hunted, we’re trying to hide but-“

The transmission became fuzzy, and Anakin’s heart was racing through the subtle disconnection. He couldn’t make out any words coherently, and could only patch together what he heard, which was ‘I can’t’, and ‘help us.’

“Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you,” he ended the transmission, hoping that he had enough of a link to communicate the words, but there was a good chance that they never reached her, or anyone she was hiding with.

He turned on the tracking signal for her device, and stuck it in his belt compartment. He left his confined space, but upon doing so, he collided with Obi-Wan, who looked just as frantic. He was the one to deliver the news too him earlier about the attack on Coruscant, but he was sure the Jedi Master had gone back to his quarters to prepare to disembark.

“I can’t find her,” Obi-Wan said, and though Anakin should have known immediately who his old mentor was speaking of, he blanked for a moment, the hysteria of the situation dulling his quick mind.

“Who’s ‘her?’” He furrowed his brow, paying more attention to the man before him, and still not putting together the pieces, even after Obi-Wan gave him a look of pure belittlement.

“Who do you think?” He could have knocked the boy in the head, he was being purely ridiculous, and it became clear his mind was fogged with something of more importance. Anakin understood now, because if there was one ‘her’ in this entire galaxy he would ever show this much strife over looking for, it would be you.

“She’s not with you?”

“Does it look like she’s with me?”

Anakin rolled his eyes at his sarcasm, before snapping his head back in the general direction of the hallway. As he was scurrying into the confined holding unit of this sector, he remembered passing you in the hall, with your cloak and saber on your person. You were leaving with Ahsoka and the 322nd company. Obi-Wan was about to be very angry, and he knew it would not bode well for him.

“I’m sure she’s fine, are there any updates on the capitol?” He was wise to change the subject, because if there was one thing that could distract Obi-Wan from you, it was this damned war.

“Yes, actually,” he nodded, face still holding a stoic expression and following another train of thought. “The chancellor has been kidnapped by Count Dooku and General Grievous. The council has deemed it a state of emergency. We will accompany the 212th in a siege to reclaim the chancellor and try to put a stop to the two responsible for his capture.”

“What about the Senate?” Anakin could not be bothered by the fact that his feelings were weighing into his words, and likely his decisions. If there truly was an attack in the capitol, then Padme could be in danger.

“They are sending clone forces to inspect the damage. Unfortunately, there were several casualties in their efforts to take the Chancellor, and we’re not completely sure of each person’s importance.”

Anakin turned stiff, and though he new what could come of revealing his internal thoughts, he couldn’t help but show the expressions for them across his face. Padme was in trouble, and could be fatally injured, or worse, dead. He couldn’t live with himself if something had happened to her, especially without him being there to stop it or even try to protect her.

“You can’t leave something so important to clone troopers, perhaps I should go and-“

“No, Anakin. You are needed on this mission. Must I remind you what could happen should we dispose of Grievous and Dooku?” Obi-Wan took a step closer, and tried to force his way inside Anakin’s mind to see what the problem was. He always respected his former Padawan’s privacy, but in such dire times as this, he wondered where the hesitation came from. Anakin Skywalker never hesitated to do anything in his entire life. He had no fears, no filters, no blocks to stop him. He suspected that perhaps it had to do with a certain Senator that was in the capitol building when the strike had happened.

“The war would be over,” Anakin acknowledged, looking away for a moment and trying to figure out another way, another possible solution to his dilemma. If he could just know that Padme was alright, then maybe he could focus on the mission.

“You know the costs of these battles Anakin. People’s lives are on the line, and if we fail to protect them, we fail to live up to our ranks as Jedi.”

“Of course, Master,” he answered, it was a bit sarcastic, though not quite satire. It was mocking. Obi-Wan didn’t care, he couldn’t be bothered with it at the moment, because he still needed to find you before he left.

“Meet me in the hangar, and prepare the 212th.”

Obi-Wan walked away, and Anakin knew he had to find you first, because he had a very important favor to ask. He was positive he’d know where to find you, and was grateful to have done so, and before your Master did. You were standing by a gunship, arms crossed as you talked with Ahsoka, catching up on things that happened while she was away. Anakin was a little hurt to see she had opened up more to you than he could get her to. He didn’t understand why that was, but he wouldn’t hold it against her. He understood that she left in bad terms with the Jedi, and everything happening right now was only making it worse.

“Ahsoka, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to speak with her,” he started, but even though you turned to face him, he didn’t quite want his Padawan hearing the contents of this, as it may anger her to hear he was also deterring you from the mission to capture Maul. “Alone.”

“Anakin, you don’t-“

Ahsoka held her hand up, indicating that you need not say anymore, and that she would comply with his request.

“It’s okay, I need to prep the troops anyways.”

Anakin waited till she was out of earshot, but when he turned back to you, he wasn’t exactly met with a welcoming smile.

“What do you want?” he knew why you were in a bad mood. Whenever you and Obi-Wan fought with one another, there was always a riff on your force signatures, like the other half of it had been torn, nay, violently ripped away, leaving only the bitter and unpleasant parts. He had become accustomed to it, and though it sometimes annoyed him, he understood that he wasn’t the cause.

“Padme is in danger. The attack on the capitol, there were other hostages, other casualties…” he was speeding it all out, and you knew from this what he had wanted to ask you. “I don’t know if she’s safe or if they-“

He had to cut himself off. He refused to even utter the words that she could be dead, because if it happened, he may fall to his knees and never stand back up again. It was a waking horror that he wished never to come true.

“You want me to find her,” you filled in the missing pieces and answered him, but you shook your head, knowing what this meant. “I have to help Ahsoka, she needs all the backup she can get.”

You were about to turn away from him, to board the ship so that you wouldn’t be convinced to do anything otherwise, but then he grabbed your hand, gently and sweetly. He turned you back to him and you knew it wasn’t going to be arguable. He was your brother, you’d do anything for him, to help him or his wife. You loved Padme, too, and it weighed on you to know she could be hurt.

“Please,” he was begging by now, doing whatever it takes to make you change your mind, though it had already been done the second you turned back around. “I need your help.”

You heaved a deep sigh, letting it out like a huff of your breath.

“Okay.”

-

When you landed on Coruscant, the council had sent a call for you, but you couldn’t respond, not until you’d done what Anakin asked of you. The entire trip here, you’d been thinking about how you were letting so many people down at once by dong this. Obi-Wan, who had wanted to keep you by his side until the war was over, Ahsoka, who was counting on you to help her reclaim Mandalore, by disposing off Maul. The entire council, who were trying to contact you, needing help in places that you refused to go. It was stressful, having so many people depend on you, and at such a young age. You were born and blessed with the gift of tremendous wisdom, but it was not always helpful to be wise when there were costs for your decisions.

You retrieved the tracker that Anakin gave you, reading the signal, and following it into the Capitol, where many clones were stationed outside.

“General,” they saluted you, and you nodded, trying to observe thee open access points. “There are droids inside, they are keeping the hostages. We’re not sure how to infiltrate without harming any citizens.”

You nodded again, thanking him for his input, and looking to a ledge that was empty above you.

“I might have found a way. Stay here, and listen on the comms channel for my signal to invade. Should things escalate, we will need to call for backup forces.”

The clone went back to inform his men about the further developments, and you dropped your cloak to the ground, deeming it unnecessary for the next portion of your half baked plan.

You jumped up to the high ledge, holding on to the sculpted metal by the large windows to keep yourself steady. Perhaps this wasn’t the best point of entry, but it would serve you well. You could see through the glass, and as far as you could tell, the droids the clones had mentioned were not on this level. You use your saber to carve a doorway through the glass, being sure to not let it fall to the ground behind you and shatter on the concerned people below.

You snuck in and kept a watchful eye on the place, reaching out with the force to find your enemies, and more importantly, your friend. It was strange, the last few months, Padme seemed to have a presence that was filled with the force. It was unexplainable, and you weren’t sure if it was simply her, or how close she was with Anakin, but she emanated a force signature that was very strong, and grew stronger every time you saw her. It was her very being that led you to a room, which was far past the location of her tracker, where she likely dropped it in a rush.

The one thing standing between you and the doors, was a squadron of battle droids.

You knew it was impossible to reach those doors without being seen, so you did what was purely reasonable. You stepped out and held your hands up where they could see them. Your weapon was kept, of course, because you weren’t completely foolish.

“I’ve come to bargain for the hostages.”

“Bargaining goes against our protocol,” the lead droid called out to you, signaling all other droids to raise their blasters.

“My back hurts, I’d rather not resort to violent measures,” you said, but they began taking stances, and given that you held no cover, out in the open, one could only assume you were in a helpless position. “but seeing as you’re not open to discussion, I’ll just dispose of you and free them myself.”

The droids looked at each other, as if trying to calculate a response to your words. Perhaps even their programming couldn’t help them in their dumbfounded state. They looked back upon you, locking targets, and preparing to fire at any second.

“We have you fifty to one.”

“I like those odds,” you reasoned, activating your lightsaber. They opened fire a moment later, and you had to strain yourself from simply slashing them all at once. They were all standing close together, it would have been a viable option, but you didn’t want to destroy the blasters they held. If there were more droids patrolling the Senate, the hostages would need protective measure to be able to make it outside.

You used the force, lifting one droid up into the air, and using your power to rip it apart from the inside out. It caused the machinery to fly in different directions, hitting two other droids and knocking them out for the count. You seemed to have finished them off, but there was one single clanker left, trying and failing to make it to his feet. You scoffed, thoughtlessly walking by and using a single move to slice his head off.

You stood in front of the doors, opening them to see a group of Senators, six of them, sitting in chairs around the room, ecah one restrained. You started to walked in, and saw Bail Organa, trying to reach him first to untie him, but he called out to you before you fully entered the room.

“Look out,” he warned, and soon you saw what he warned you of. Two Magnaguard droids coming for you. The weapons they wielded were far more hard to disarm than blasters, though with the right determination, you figured you’d have to.

You force pushed one of them away from you, letting it hit the wall and giving you time to try and destroy the first one.

The senators in the room were angsty, all but two, who were more focussed on escaping than surviving. Survival was always the second thing these two thought about while plotting their get away. What good is survival if you’re trapped?

You were able to get the electrostaff away from him, as it buzzed and began to burn holes into the floor. It began swinging at you, trying to get your saber, but you flipped over top of it him, beheading him so he now lay on the ground next to his weapon.

The second one had gained his bearings, and was charging you with brute force. You were unable to take any steps back, as your formed move put you close to the wall. You tried to slice into the arm of the droid, but it reacted fast, burning and cutting into your shoulder with the staff. You cried out in pain, beginning to smell the burnt aroma of singed robes. It was unpleasant, but you tried not to let it distract you, and without thinking, you threw your saber behind it’s head, where it looked momentarily before trying to impale you with the staff. The thing was, with your force abilities, that saber was like a boomerang, and it came right back to your hand without fail, every single time. It had sliced the droid down the middle in order to reach you, so the the towering piece of metal fell to the ground in two pieces before you were able to catch you breath.

“Everyone, remain calm. There’s no time for questions, so please save them until we are all in a safer location,” you said, pulling the comm link from you belt while simultaneously cutting the bonds on Bail’s wrists. He stood up and began to help the others untie themselves from their restraints while you made a comms call to the clones on the ground. “Commander, do you copy?”

“Reading you loud and clear, General. Awaiting Instruction.”

You were relived your comms weren’t damaged in the fight, although it seemed a little bit strange that it came out unscathed. You were just lucky on that account. You hoped you’d have just enough luck to ride out on.

“Hostages secure, send in reinforcements to disarm any and all droids, I need a path clear on the ground floor,” you told them, holding for a moment to hear a response. “Six senators including Bail Organa and Padme Amidala have been recovered, I need escorts waiting by the exit points.”

“Copy that General, troops are going in.”

You sighed in relief, turning back to the group and preparing to give them orders. This was a new arena for you, giving orders. You’d always been number two to Obi-Wan, but now everyone was looking to you for direction, and you were trying your best to come up with something.

“Alright, the capitol is still swarming with droids. They don’t care who you are, and they don’t care if you are important. If they have been programmed to shoot you, they will. I need everyone to take a weapon, and follow me. Keep low, and out of sight, and I will get you out of here,” you said, stripping the droids of their staffs, then moving on to the blasters on the ground outside the door. “We will have to move quickly in order to reach our reinforcements. From there, safety is almost guaranteed, but until then, self defense is an option. If you do not know how to use the weapon you are given, don’t use it unless you absolutely have to.”

You were about to dispatch the weapons you had gathered, but one of the men in the room, old and pompous looking stood up, and along with his stance came the expression of all the snobby and entitled leaders from the Senate.

“Who do you think you are to give us such instruction? You wear the training braid of a Jedi, which indicates you are no more than a Padawan, and child. What makes you think we would trust you to lead us out of here?”

You smirked, not even turning your full body around but giving him a sly look over your shoulder.

“Because I’m the Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

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A BIT TOO PLEASING IN THE EYE

ERWIN X GEN NEUTRAL!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

SUMMARY: The commander appears to be deeply endeared with the way you forget to pay attention. After all, the longer you zone out, the more he could look. | AO3

WORDS: 700

"Where are we again…” you fidged across your papers, subtly in a panic that you zoned out again. As you observed the blonde’s features, however, he wasn’t in any way dismayed—well, apparently you never saw him dismayed, at least all the times you were working together.

He rather has a small smile plastered on his face, one that wasn’t noticeable from afar but completely exudes a fluster out of anyone who was near.

Oh, you want to zone out again and think about how that smile could go in its mysterious ways.

“Where were you, indeed?” he mused a bit teasingly.

“I’m so sorry,” you juggled from one paper to the other, “just as I said, please don’t hesitate to point it out whenever my mind flies away, Commander. I’m rather wasting a lot of your time when you’re too busy to begin with.”

But lo and behold, wasting both of your time is apparently all in his favor. Before working together, you actually asked him to not offer you food and tea whenever you run errands in his office, as your brain has a knack for relaxing too much in its presence. He was wondering why at first and he actually followed that. But going further and realizing why, he got too enamored with the quirk.

It’s definitely his doing that some chamomile is currently boiling in the small pot at the corner of his office; slices of sweets are on the table even if he’s not in the mood to eat one. And now that you apparently zoned out again staring at the birds flying around the window, he’s smiling slyly—in awe, wondering if you actually know how beautiful you are being lost in thought, and in hindsight, quite in gratitude that you trusted him enough to go into such a state of mind.

Not to mention the longer you zone out, the more he could look and admire you.

“Holy walls,” you frustratingly muttered when you snapped out of it. This time you’re genuinely frustrated and guilty that you just want to excuse yourself and address the matter next time. But then, looking at him again, his smile is a bit more evident now. 

“You’re quite in a good mood today, Commander.” you’re thankful he was because if not, he might have made you cry.

“What I’ve been seeing recently is a bit too pleasing in the eye. Apparently, it does a lot of good in the mind.” he sipped his tea, then gestured towards your untouched one, coaxing you to not get too shy. “Given that there are lots of displeasing sights in my line of work, I might be too engrossed in this one.”

“Oh,” you beamed, “I have lots of places to recommend if you like sightseeing.”

“Really?” he asked, fixing the stack of papers. “I think I already have the best sight, though.”

Staring at the stack, you realized it's been all set and he really just let you sit in his office to space out, “I’m so sorry. The next time I come here I’ll make sure you’ve already done your meal. I really have this bad habit.”

“That’d be a waste then,” he remarked. “Where would I look if that’s the case?”

Oh,

Oh.

“Great,” you sighed in lament, “now the Commander’s making fun of me, too.” Then you profusely bowed your head in guilt, “This won’t happen again, I promise.”

He took a while to respond, and when you turned to look at him again, his smile was completely amused. “I just realized it might not be too bad to establish that I’m actually making fun of you.”

Yeah, and now you want to bury yourself under the ground. If the stoic commander gets to mock you in this quirk, then it must really be a bad one.

“Indeed, Commander. I wonder why.” you defeatedly mumbled.

“It apparently gets more pleasing when you’re flustered.”

The realization threw your face into the heat.

He’s not just messing around!

“And now you’re flushed, I must say I’m making headway.” After a weak chuckle, he finally stood up to turn off the boiling tea.

After all, the scent rendered such a good job for him.

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[paperstorm]

It's been so long since we've had a sneak peek from you, pretty please?? You don't play the snippet tag games anymore :(

Tbh I haven't been tagged in a wip or snippet tag game thing in a long time, I haven't purposely been ignoring them! But of course you can, here you go

TK holds up the bottle of Windex as he moves toward the kitchen, when Carlos’s eyebrows raise expectantly at him. He puts the bottle under the sink, slightly making a show of it even though that particular bottle actually belongs upstairs in the bathroom, because he wants Carlos to be assured he was cleaning like he was instructed while Carlos was down here panicking that he’d put a single grain of salt too many into the sauce that he’s already remade a second time.

He’s being exceptionally bossy today, but TK is giving him a pass. This dinner means everything to Carlos, even though his boyfriend is stoic and stubborn and won’t admit that it does, so TK is alright with absorbing his overbearing demeanor.

“Did you –”

“Yes,” TK interrupts.

He doesn’t mean it to sound combative – he’d meant to be reassuring, that whatever Carlos could think of, TK had thought of too, but Carlos huffs as he goes back to stirring.

TK bites his lip and considers, for a moment, the tense line of Carlos’s shoulders and the rigid way he’s holding himself. He steps in closer, taking Carlos’s hips in his hands and pressing a kiss to the top notch of his spine. “Sorry. What were you gonna ask?”

“I know I’m being annoying,” Carlos mumbles.

“Yep, you sure are,” TK agrees, rubbing his side, fingers moving over his ribcage. “But it’s okay. Ask me, if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Did you wipe down the shower door? It gets –”

“Soap scum,” TK finishes. “Yes it does, and yes I did.”

Quietly, Carlos says, “Thank you.”

“Don’t need to thank me, babe. I live here.”

Carlos turns around. He’s holding a wooden spoon with a small amount of steaming red sauce in it, and he holds it out. TK can see a muscle twitching in his temple as Carlos asks, “Taste this?”

TK parts his lips and lets Carlos feed him. Flavors burst on his tongue – spice and the tang of tomatoes and chillies. He moans in appreciation, making a show of that, too. “It’s delicious.”

“It’s not too –”

“Carlos.” TK take’s his boyfriends shoulders, looks him right in the eye and doesn’t let him look away. “It’s not too anything. It is exactly the right amount of everything. It’s amazing.”

Carlos presses his lips together but he nods slowly and he turns back to the stove.

TK wraps his arms around Carlos’s waist and rests his chin on Carlos’s shoulder.

“There’s a stain in the grout.” Carlos gestures toward the refrigerator. TK looks in the direction he points, lets his eyes wander along the floor, but can’t see what Carlos is referring to. “I don’t know how that happened. I can’t get it out.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“I don’t care about anyone else. I know it’s there.”

“Come on, let’s lie down for a minute.” TK rubs Carlos’s stomach.

“My parents are on their way.”

“We said quarter-after,” TK argues gently. “They won’t be here for almost an hour.”

“What if they’re early?”

“Then we’ll get up and answer the door. They’re gonna knock, Carlos,” TK reasons.

“Dinner isn’t prepped yet.”

“Carlos,” TK repeats, a little gentler and at the same time a little more insistent.

He feels the moment all the fight goes out of Carlos, his shoulders sagging and his hand loosening on the spoon. He turns the dial, lowering the temperature on the burner. Gently, TK guides him toward the couch and is grateful when Carlos follows him without further argument.

He nudges, and Carlos sits and then reclines onto his back with his head on the brown throw pillow. TK climbs carefully on top of him, laying against Carlos’s chest. He pushes his hands underneath Carlos’s shoulder blades and tucks his face into Carlos’s neck. It’s a moment, before Carlos wraps his arms around TK’s back, and then it’s another moment before they tighten and he exhales and TK can feel him settle.

TK wants to say all sorts of things, always fighting the instinct to run his mouth in moments like these because he’s a talker but sometimes Carlos isn’t. Sometimes Carlos needs quiet, and touch, so TK lets himself be heavy on top of him and just breathes. After a minute, Carlos’s hand slips underneath TK’s shirt so he can press his big palm into the small of TK’s bare back.

“Love you,” is what TK says, in place of everything that’s dying to spill from his mouth. He wants to promise tonight will be fine. That Carlos’s parents wanted to come, they want to be included in this part of Carlos’s life. That TK’s got him, if there are moments that don’t go as well as they should. That they’ll get through it together – this thing that Carlos has so longed for and has built up so much in his mind – and once they go, TK will hold him until he can breathe again. He doesn’t say any of it, but he thinks Carlos hears it anyway.

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

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Instead, you went to where T’Challa held debriefings. Slipping into a seat, you glanced around the room. Okoye was in her designated seat, along with Nakia who was fidgeting ready to return back to the survivors, other panthers of power within Wakanda, and then there, at the end of the table sat Steve and Bucky. 

Bucky looked on edge, you imagined the White Wolf in him would be bristling with energy. So many shifters in one space and Bucky typically kept to himself from what you were told even before he was captured. His gaze kept shifting around the room, taking note of who was there as well as any escape exits available.

Steve was calm by appearance, but you could see his slight fidget where he was bouncing a leg underneath the table, clear blue eyes sliding face to face, categorizing friend or foe to those he considered in his protection. Meaning Bucky. You were no longer considered his. 

<You know Steve would step in if we were threatened.> Your Little Wolf chiming into your inner thoughts made you want to push her away and give you absolute privacy. But you couldn’t do that, not when you knew you both shared each other. 

I know he would, you are not telling me anything I don’t already know. 

<Then why are you lying to yourself?> 

Because it’s easier to think I don’t matter to him, okay! You watched as his eyes bounced to you occasionally, softening before his expression dropped to the table. Like he wasn’t allowing himself to look at you. But you didn’t miss the longing there. 

Good, let him suffer. You thought to yourself while your Little Wolf gave a huff of her own, frustrated with the tension. You turned towards where T’Challa was calling for everyone's attention. “The camp was dismantled.” He announced and an approved mummer went up among the crowd. “Ulysses though managed to evade us.” You glanced at Okoye, her stoic features never breaking but you imagined she was upset that the mission didn’t pan out as planned. “But… Shuri…” T’Challa’s hand waved towards his sister, who chose this moment to bounce into the room with a cheery grin on her face, a tablet clutched to her chest. “Has a drone following his movements.” 

“Perfect.” You hear one of the panthers growl out, casting a mistrusting eye to Steve and Bucky at the end of the table. “Why do we have more wolves at the table then?” 

You knew you weren’t welcomed by everyone but to have Steve and Bucky elicit such a welcome made your Little Wolf growl sharply and it bubbled from you, a warning for anyone to try attacking them. Bucky stiffened slightly but Steve met the challenging panther's gaze face-on, unintimidated by the panther’s remark. 

T’Challa cleared his throat to break the sudden change in the room. “I welcomed them, they too are hunting the same man that we are. I trust them to join this council." You felt your heart sink, you felt it coming. “I am having them join us, Steve and Bucky are both well known for their skills in the field. Where Shuri can’t track Ulysses, the wolves can. None of you can deny that the wolves have a skill we panthers do not possess. Ulysses has been evading us for years, kidnapping our people and resources. Even I’m not too proud to admit we need their help. With Y/N’s help, we have been closer than ever before” He leveled a look for any protesting panther at the table, but all of them kept their mouths shut. 

You would be working with Steve, closely and you didn't know how to handle that.

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[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #12

Day 12 - Mass Effect - Insomnia

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The Citadel was never truly quiet, but it certainly slowed its pace at night.

Shepard walked slowly past all too familiar shops and apartments, mindlessly lapping the areas open to the public. He slowed as he neared the food joint where he and Kaidan had solidified their relationship, lingering there longer than he had anywhere else that night.

Kaidan. Kaidan had nearly died for this mission already. And it was only going to get more dangerous from here.

Shepard shook himself and got walking again. Kaidan was a soldier; he knew the risks and he took them willingly. Shepard would not dishonor him by babying him.

He thought of Ashley. She had been one of the earliest casualties of this whole mess, and she didn’t even know just how much her brave sacrifice truly meant. 

How many more would have to die? How many more friends would Shepard have to leave behind? 

Could he even be objective anymore as a leader? If he had to make the choice between Ashley and Kaidan today, would he be certain he’d made it logically instead of emotionally? He was certain he’d made the best, most logical call he could back then. But these days, he just wasn’t sure he was capable of that anymore. His crew had become his family. 

He could lose all of them.

And it could be his fault.

“Pretty late for a stroll, Shep.”

He jumped a little, cursing himself for letting his guard drop. Then he cursed himself more for even caring that Garrus had snuck up on him.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Shepard said as Garrus fell into pace next to him. “You?”

“Sleepless shore leave is no fun,” Garrus agreed. “Mind some company?”

“Be my guest,” Shepard said.

They walked in companionable silence for a while. Finally, Garrus broke it.

“What’s on your mind? And don’t bother bullshitting me. We could all be dead tomorrow, so might as well get it off your chest,” Garrus said. 

Shepard wrestled with himself for a moment, torn between finally being honest and keeping it inside to remain the stoic leader he needed to be. In the end, he couldn’t help himself. Garrus was his best friend; he wouldn’t judge Shepard.

“I can’t stop thinking of all the ways it could go wrong. All the ways it has,” he admitted.

“We knew what we signed up for. If we didn’t want to risk our lives, we probably shouldn’t have agreed to help you fight creatures called ‘Reapers’,” he said.

Shepard shook his head. “I just don’t know if I’m fit for it anymore, Garrus. I’ve rarely doubted my calls before. I’m starting to.”

“Don’t,” Garrus said firmly. “Your calls are the reason we’ve gotten this far.”

“I had us working for a terrorist organization.”

“Well, we all make mistakes.” He nudged Shepard playfully. “Shepard, if you hadn’t done that, imagine how many more colonies would’ve been attacked. You did what you had to do, whatever it took, and then turned yourself in after. You accepted the consequences because you knew you’d done the right thing. I was with you; I promise it was the best call in a bad situation.”

Shepard ran a hand over his head. “I can’t sleep anymore. I overthink all night. The stress of this whole thing has given me insomnia. As if I need more time to overthink.”

“Shepard, we’ll all follow you into hell. We know you’ll make the right calls. You always have before.” Garrus looked up at the darkened sky above them. “I’ve never met anyone so sure of himself. It’s not for nothing. You do what needs to be done and preserve what life you can along the way. You’re a good man, and a great leader. But don’t let that go to your head.”

Shepard nearly smiled at that. “Thanks, Garrus.”

They fell back into that companionable silence. The thought of ever losing Garrus was just one more stresser, though. Garrus had been his best friend for a long time, the two clicking as soon as they met. Garrus had always supported Shepard and believed in him. 

No. No, Shepard had to be confident. He would do the best he could and do whatever he could to get all of his friends out alive and take down the Reapers.

He just hoped he was good enough in the end.

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[moemoemammon]

Following that "least favorite" request could we get their reactions to being to told that they're their favorite, but to not tell the other brothers so their feelings don't get hurt? Maybe because they relate to them the most or just get along really well. Thanks!

You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

There are no words to explain the overwhelming satisfaction ion Lucifer’s face after you tell him that. Of course, it’s only natural that he would be your favorite, all things considered.

The Avatar of Pride won’t ever forget this moment. He carefully considers your words and agrees not to tell anyone, as much as he’d love to bring it up, because he knows more than anyone what kind of chaos would ensue should the others (especially Mammon) find out.

But they can tell something’s up when the eldest has been heard humming all day. He moves about the house with even more grace than usual, and hasn’t scowled even once.

But the REAL shocker was when Mammon tried hiding a bill right as Lucifer walked in... and the eldest let him off with a warning. A WARNING! The brothers thought the Devildom must’ve frozen over, but you and he knew different.

“MC, I would like you to accompany me to Le Pluvier this afternoon, once you've finished your studies. I've already made reservations, so be sure to get ready on time. I've made sure to consider the things you might like to eat, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Don't be late." "...I'm grinning? I don't know what you're talking about."

Mammon

The gigantic grin on Mammon’s face is so bright, it could rival the sun. You’ve seriously made his day. No, his year. Actually, he’s pretty sure he could ride this high for the next millennia! There’s nothing in this world that could dampen his spirits right now! 

He feels like he just won big at the casino! Of course he’s your favorite! He WAS your first demon, and now he’s gone and claimed his rightful spot as your number one! Good luck trying to keep him from saying anything. Mammon’s gonna throw it around in everyone’s faces for as long as he can milk it.

And you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he treats you after hearing that. Despite always calling you his ‘servant’ or his ‘human’, you’d  think your roles were reversed. Mammon spoils you every chance he gets, buying you clothes and trinkets, filling the spaces in your room with the things he knows you like, monopolizing you completely until nearly everything you own is a gift from him.

Your words also help soothe that jealousy of his a little. Only a little, though. It’s easier to watch you talk to other demons when he knows he’ll always be your first man.

“Didja really have to stay after class that long? I know you were talkin' to that demon that lent you a book, but you outta ask ME for stuff! Tch... you're lucky I'm in a good mood today! But I guess I don't have to worry about some low level demon like that, seein' as I'm your favorite!"

Levi

Wait wait wait....Come again? Did you seriously just say what he think you said..? That had to be a mistake! Some kind of...uh..verbal typo! Because there’s absolutely, positively, NO WAY in all of the nine layers that he could be your favorite demon. And yet you still insist that you’re telling the truth, and Levi feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

Red faced and stammering up a storm, Levi looks like he might die. Is it really okay for a shut-in otaku to feel this giddy? Seriously, he hasn’t felt like this since he got his hands on a signed copy of a Ruri Hana audio drama! No no, this definitely beats that!

You’ve managed to inflate his nearly nonexistent ego, and now he feels like there’s nothing he can’t do! Maybe he could even go to Majolish right now?? THAT’S how good he’s feeling!

Almost as bad as Mammon in keeping it a secret. He doesn’t tell anyone right away, but they’re suspicious when they notice how much time he’s spending out of his room. And then when he and Mammon get in another petty argument, he drops the bomb that he’s your favorite demon in the entire Devildom, and you can guess how things go from there.

“Uuuoooo...!!!!! I've decided..! Since I've got a serious stat buff, I'm going to open a booth at the next convention coming up..! I'll sell my Ruri-chan fan art and spread her influence all over the Devildom! I'd never have the guts to do it normally, but I feel like I could do anything right now! Y-you'll go too, won't you MC?"

Satan

You nearly made this man spit tea all over his book, and now he’s coughing and spluttering and trying to figure out what could’ve prompted what he’s taking as a confession. You.. do realize what you’re saying, don’t you? And you know the kind of effect your words have on him?

Satan isn’t the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so you have to look for his subtle expressions to tell how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing subtle about the redness of his ears and how he’s begging you not to look at him right now. For the sake of his sanity, give him a minute to recoup.

When he does recover, he agrees to keep it a secret for obvious reasons. And it’s hard to tell that he’s in a good mood, other than the fact that he hasn’t tried to pull any pranks on Lucifer lately. But Asmo sees all, and literally hounds him into spilling the tea.

He tells him a lie of course, but now the other brothers are noticing just how happy he is. Satan's smiling way too much today, isn't he? And he didn't even get mad when Beel got whipped cream on his jacket! Well, not THAT mad, anyway.

"Haaah... everyone's been harassing me all day, claiming I'm smiling a lot. I'm sure I look the same as I always do, but I'll admit that I've been happy ever since you told me that this morning. Wait.. you did think I've been grinning too, do you? I have??"

Asmo

Asmo always jokes about being your favorite and announces it as if the two of you are married, but when you actually confirm that his longing for you isn’t one sided, he ends up smearing lip balm across his cheek in shock. Did you... really say that just now? He knew it all along, but hearing it like that is just...!

Ooooh, he’s so happy he can hardly contain himself! Asmo throws his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses until you feel sticky from lip balm, wipes your face clean, then marks it up all over again. Good luck getting rid of him, because he might never let go.

Immediately posts it to Devilgram. Did you really think he’d let such a momentous occasion go unannounced? You must not have been paying attention to the kind of person he is! Asmo would put you on a pedestal in front of the world like a precious jewel if he were able, but this’ll have to do. He won’t hide his love at all!

Of course, the others don’t take too kindly to it, not that he cares. He never leaves your side, pampers you like crazy, and has even attempted to get you to move into his room. Lucifer put an immediate stop to that, though. Boo...

“I just can't get enough of you, MC! Just being near you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it! You'll take responsibility for what you're doing to me, won't you? And in exchange, I'll take my time showing you just how much I love you. After all, you're my favorite, too!"

Beel

Beel never has a problem with choking while he eats, and it comes as naturally as breathing. Unfortunately neither of that applies right now, since you just made him choke on a meatball sub.

He usually takes your words with quiet acceptance, but this might be the most emotion you've ever witness from the stoic demon. His eyes are wider than that time that laid on an entire gingerbread mansion, sparkling up with such deep emotion you wouldn't be surprised if he cried. Instead he softens up and immediately embraces you.

...And doesn't let go. Sandwich long forgotten, he's been carrying you around all day, and ignoring any questions or protests from his brothers. Also insists on feeding you throughout the day. The food tastes better when he can enjoy it with you, so why not just bring you everywhere?

When he isn't carrying you, he's following you around subconsciously, either close up against you like a protective wall, or just far enough that you're within his line of sight. As far as not telling anyone, he... tells Belphie immediately. It was an accident though, since there's not much he keeps from his twin.

"MC, I won a meal ticket for Godevil Chocolatier. Let's get something for dessert today. Ah, you can get as much as you want, too. I really want to see what things you choose. They might become my favorites."

Belphie

There's nothing in this world that can wake Belphegor from his sleep, unless he allows it. No loud noises, no amount of shaking or smacking, and not even dragging him around the house. But the moment you whisper that he's your favorite demon, the Avatar of Sloth is wide awake.

Hey, you're not just saying weird things to get a reaction, are you? Because if so, this is a new level of cruel. Yet you confirm that you mean it and swear him into secrecy, and Belphie tries his best not to show how happy he is. A smile keeps creeping up on his face that he struggles to force down. It's annoying...

As funny as it’d be to tell everyone the news, he's good at keeping secrets. Instead, you've noticed that he's been sleeping a little less that before. When he does take one of his hundreds of naps, he finds some way to be closer to you. He's even been seen sleepwalking to your exact location somehow-

It's hard for him to believe that you're not teasing, though. How could HE be your favorite demon here? Belphie doesn't do anything special to win you over, yet after everything he put you through, you like him enough to deep him your favorite?

"You're weird, MC. I mean... me? I won't deny that I'm really happy though, but I guess I'm in disbelief. You should spoil me even more until I believe you. Lend me your lap for a few hours, okay?" "...I wonder what Lucifer would think if I told him, heheh."

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[callmemaeverick]

Soldier Sweet [Master Chief x Reader]

A/N: It’s Halo-Day yall!!! or Halo-eve for some of us. Here’s another self-indulgent fic. I really like the concept of smol and tol, “someone’s gonna die” “of fun” dynamic between characters, so I wanted to do it for Chief and Reader.

Again, reminder, i know next to nothing about Halo-lore. I’m mostly picturing Silver!John

Part II

It could be a glitch in his training, a minute chemical imbalance in his system that was so subtle that Dr Halsey and her team of scientists was not aware of, but ever since John noticed you, he couldn’t stop noticing you.

It might be because in midst of stark white and dull grey, and military black and dark green, you were a shock of bright colours. Your hair has pink highlights that peek out when you shake your head too fast, the multitude of bracelets adorning your left wrist taught him there was such a thing as a rainbow. You wore necklaces and had multiple ear piercings that he knew was not regulation.

Or it might be because your smile comes as easy to you the way field-stripping a rifle does to him, like the motions were ingrained to you that you don’t even realize you were doing it. It could be that despite the odd and scathing looks most of the people around base gave you and your team, you never took much care in them, confident that your work with Dr Keyes on the Elite language could speak for itself.

Or maybe, just maybe, he…

John averted his gaze just a split second before you turned to face him.

xxxx

“Master Chief McHottie is checking you out, 6 o’clock.” Your friend, Breanna told you as she sidled up to your work bench. You look up from your tablet almost too quickly, going crossed-eyes from you long perusal of an article about an alien language that you took a second before turning your head around.

Several hallways away and through a series of windows, you caught the sight of the green helmet you’ve come to see more of lately. A small smile tugged on your lips without you noticing.

You remembered the first time you came face to face with the soldier.

You were running through the corridors, late to work on one of those rare days you didn’t realize your shift has been changed when you rammed into an almost-literal wall of titanium. You bounced off of that blocky armor when the person wearing wasn’t even moved an inch, groaning expletives as you rubbed your forehead.

“You really should watch where you’re going.” The modulated voice reached your ears and you could feel your face turning bright red as you looked up at the giant.

“I-“ You cleared your throat. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just very late.” Scrambling up to your feet was a bad idea because damn, that armor was frickin hard. When you swayed and your legs wobbled, a large hand grasped your wrist to steady you, making you look up at the golden visor once more.

The Master Chief said nothing, he just took a moment to look at your left wrist, your bracelets bunching underneath his grip, before he turned his gaze to your face. It wasn’t until a minute later that he released your hand. “You don’t seem to have a concussion. But you do seemed malnourished.”

It took you a moment to realize he just scanned you. A laugh bubbled out of you. “Whoa there, tell me what you really think.”

Silence followed in the wake of your sarcasm and you shook your head slightly. You knew how stoic the Spartans are. A smile was still on your lips though, more amused than insulted.

“You’re kinda funny, Chief. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, yeah?”

It was such a weird encounter, but it was one that made you think about for days to come.

As you turn back to Breanna, you pretended to be annoyed. “How do you even know he’s hot? We’ve never seen his face.”

“Please, have you heard him speak?” She retorted, eyes glancing to the man over your shoulder now and then. “Guy with a voice like that is definitely hot. Besides, he’s built like brick shithouse.”

“God, Brea… shuttup please.”

Your friend laughed at you but despite being embarrassed, you couldn’t help but agree.

xxxx

It was by pure coincidence that he found the thing. The tiny thing glinted when a stray light fell on it and his HUD caught it.

When he picked it up, he realized that the object was vaguely familiar. It was silver and pentagonal in colour and shape, with little diamonds adorning a side. It took him quite some time to recognize that he had seen it and a couple of others of different designs adorning the shell your ears.

Grasping it in his hand, mindful of his enhanced strength not to crush the dainty jewellery, John made his way to your lab.

xxxx

When Breanna, Breanna who was on the debate team in college, who talks even in her sleep, trailed off in the middle of her enthusiastic explanation about complexities of the phonetics and syntax of the Arabic language, you knew something was off.

Straightening from your desk, you turned to the general direction of her stare. There, at the door of your lab, stood the ever intimidating Master Chief. His helmet gave nothing away, but you just knew he was looking at you.

“Hello there.” You weaved through the many desks to get to him. “What brings you here?”

The Master Chief was silent for a beat, before he replied.

“I found this.” He extended his hand and you automatically held yours underneath it. That’s when he dropped something small in it. “I think it’s yours.”

You touched your earlobes the moment you realized what it was. “Oh! I didn’t even notice it fell out.” You exclaimed when you find one of the three piercings you have was missing it’s adornment. You knew you were beaming up at him, grateful and kind of suprised that he would take the time and effort to bring it back to you.

“I really like this one but it’s gotten a bit loose.” You told him, just to keep him there with you a little bit longer. “Thank you for bringing it back to me, Chief.”

“John.”

“Hm?”

“My name… it’s John.”

You had to smother your surprise at that but you couldn’t do the same to your grin. “Would you like me to call you John?”

“…Affirmative.”

“Okay, then, thank you… John.”

With a sharp nod of his helmet, he turned and left the way he came. You stood there watching until he disappeared around the corner, stunned. Then you turned to your friend.

She was smirking.

“Shut up.” You warned, but your smile was still intact.

FIN

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[phoenixyfriend]

When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

#Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Obi Wan Kenobi #Disaster Lineage #Sheev Palpatine #Skeevy Sheev #cloning #Yoda #Mace Windu #Skysisters AU #trans anakin skywalker #Phoenix Posts #hive mind #Padme Amidala #Anidala

[yourstruly-caycay]

Buddah, Loki, Poseidon with s/o who always covers their chest/collarbone area, and when they finally show it to them it turns out they have a big scar from a knife.

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Buddha

It's summer today, and Buddha are wondering how you can wear a sweater in a hot days, "Hey, isn't today too hot for you to wear sweater?"

"Oh, I'm actually okay with wearing this in summer-" Buddha scoop you an ice cream.

"Then have some ice cream, you're totally melting right now." You chuckle and appreciate the ice cream. Deep down, Buddha is curious why you’ve been covering your collarbone area this past few months.  

It’s already five month you both start dating, It’s actually doesn’t bother him at first. But time pass by, he feel bother with it — as if there’s something she’s hide from him. But he’ll just respect your privacy and wait for you to tell him.

Until one day...

You’ve finally decide to tell him, you know that he’s been curious on why you’ve been hiding you collarbone area, and it’s not like you plan to hide it forever. “Buddha, there’s something I wanna show you?” 

“Let me guess, you hide something on your collarbone?”

“Wha- how do you know? Nevermind, I’ve been planning to tell you this anyway.”  By the time you show him what happened, his eyes went wide and freeze. A big scar that suppose to kill you and what a miracle you survive, “About this though, I got it from the fight and I’ve been wanting to tell you before but I feel insecure with it, but I’m okay right now.”

You thought he’ll be worry and feel sad, but now you don’t know if you should regret it or not seeing him really mad and his face become serious, “Who did this to you?”

“Buddha, you don’t need to worry.” You hug him to calm him down, he’s silent for a moment until he sigh and hug you back. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Buddha mumble, his forehead touching yours — it sure give you a warm feeling and he continue, “But seriously, who did this? I want to kick their ass.”

“Don’t, I have already kick their ass.”

Loki

Unlike Buddha who respect your privacy and rather wait for you to tell him, Loki will put an endless prank on you just to find out what you’ve been hiding.

just because you are his lover, doesn’t mean that you can escape his prank, don’t worry it’s not a harmful one. 

He really want to find out why you’ve been hiding something from him, but he doesn’t want to push you and make you uncomfortable so he’ll just discover it by himself without you knowing.

“Here.” You been given a flower from here as he avoid your eye contact, which is unexpected from him. But, you didn’t let your guard down and you know that Loki isn’t someone who give a gift.

“This isn’t another prank that you try to make me fall into, right?”

“Just accept it, I rarely give any gift to anyone.” You thank him and appreciate it, you smell the flower and... there’s a water coming out from the flower as it spray your face. Loki just laugh, he can finally find out now. 

Now, not only your face are wet, but your clothes are also wet too. Although, you only have a poker face, not surprise by his bullshit. “You’re still troublesome as always, I’m going to change clothes.”

“Prank has always been my habit, dear y/n.” He giggle, making sure she doesn’t know that he follow you, he change himself into a fly and trail you into your room. He hides in the corner of your bed and see you change your clothes, but... it’s not what he expect.

A big scar from your collarbone into your stomach, and he doesn’t know how you have survive that injured. He does’t know how he should feel right now, but for sure his face turn dark and feel the need to kill the person who hurt her. 

Somehow, your room feels tightening, it’s like giving a grim aura. “Wait, since when my room feels this uncomfortable?” You want to get out of here quickly.

Ever since the reveal, you hasn’t been seeing Loki for a few days. Neither Thor or Odin have see him too.

Then by next week, you have finally found him walking toward you. He begin to hug which you startle by his action. 

“Loki? Where have you been?” You’re totally worried for him, and yet didn’t expect him to hug you out of the blue. 

“Somewhere.”

“Yeah, but where?” 

Loki pat your head as he lead you while holding hand, “You don’t need to know, dear. Let’s go get some sweet.” Loki humming happily, you don’t why or how after few days of his missing, he come back with a smile on his face as if he feels satisfied for what he’s doing.

“Maybe he has done another prank on someone.” You sigh.

Poseidon

You would never tell him about this, it’ll be dangerous and you aren’t gonna see him make massacre on the person who put a scar on you, even though you know that the person never intend to harm you and the scar is actually an incident, which he already apologize.

Although, Poseidon wouldn’t notice that you’ve been covering your collarbone for this past few months. 

It went pretty smooth and fine at first, until you almost reveal the scar which Poseidon only slightly see it.

“What is that on your collarbone?” 

“There’s nothing in here.”

“Show me.” He command, you curse yourself, you already knew how aware he is at you, but you show him rather seeing his anger. Poseidon finally see the big scar you have on your collarbone, although it’s not really big. 

And yet you have predict this, he approach you closer as he touch the scar, “Where did you get this scar?” 

You don’t like the tension in here, this is nothing but like a calm before the storm — you really feel bad for the person who did this. “Is an incident, I fall and got a scratch on here.” You lied. 

“Don’t lie.”

“I don’t.” 

The god of sea feels shame and annoyed on himself, he feel like he can’t protect you at all with that big scar on your collarbone. “Next time, be careful.” That’s all he say.

After the discoveries, Poseidon have been watching you closely and stay by your side so you won’t get hurt again.

You feel bad for lying, but if you want that poor person to be safe from getting killed, you would have to lie. And make sure no one know about the true incident.

You actually plan to find something to heal the scar and so you plan to go to human world, it’s actually been a long time ever since you go to human world. Because you forgot to tell Poseidon, he begin to panic when you’re gone. 

When he knows you’re in human world, he keep going back and forth thinking if he should catch-up to you or leave you alone in the mortal world that he dislike to step into. You can take care of yourself, right? You won’t get any injured just like your scar, right?

You have finally come back from the human world to get a medicine, but when you step into the castle. You feel like you’re dead — you forgot to tell Poseidon about your small trip to human world.

You went inside the castle and immediately go to Poseidon’s bedroom where he is, you enter his room and see him sitting on the bed looking down.

"Where have you been?" You don't like this type of voice from him.

"I've been searching some medicine in the human world, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before."

Poseidon approach to you, gaze with his cold ocean eyes. You can see his usual stoic face in the night as the moon shine on the room, but his anger and disappointment easily can be see.  “Idiot, I’ve been worried for these few hours.”

“I- I know, and I’m really sorry.” 

He suddenly grab your hand and take you to bed, he’s beside you and cuddle you — you didn’t expect this from someone like him. “Tch, you seriously annoy me.” 

Yep, here comes his mean words. You have your hand play with his hair to ease his grumpiness, he have no reaction beside closing his eyes and chin lay on your head — as if he enjoy it and make him feel comfort by your side.

The end~

I think I accidentally make Poseidon out of character (I hope not), but anyway I hope you like it!!

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