#dont like how out of nowhere it was and how it was opt out rather than the other way around

[mayordea]

teeny tiny announcement but i am on sheezy. im very slowly making it through my backlog due to the daily posting limit, but i look forward to this place being my new portfolio-hosting ish site. plus i might use it to post sketches and oc stuff in the future once i catch up and get more used to it

(ill still be updating my artfol for similar purposes since that place will have more of my art, plus i have heard that this website has had financial troubles in the past and no sure guarantee it will be around for long)

its still in a beta-testing phase and registration is limited for now, so no pressure to join if youve never heard of it (i know it’s art posting platform 5 billion that ppl are dispersing to in light of tumblr’s newest policies). however ive been keepin my eye on this place for a while, so me joining around this odd time in tumblr history is more or less a coincidence 😅

its still a bit dry for now, but just wanted to get this out there regardless :>

[safetycar-restart]

enjoy this unhinged imagine of spending date night with sub!charles: on his yacht! with time stamps… and lots of kinky stuff 😌

[4 PM] the spot's isolated, the view’s great (it’s him. he is the view), paparazzi don’t bother this late when you’re far out, plus he knows the sea like the back of his sexy hand. before sunset, all you do is lay on your towel and watch him play in the water.

[4:30] charles is so silly, he always has to dive for the ball you’re passing him. you take so. many. fucking. pictures of your wet pretty boy. re-slathering him in sunscreen = mommy’s favorite activity. even the risque spots. you love when charles — ticklish as he is — squeals from all the relentless pinching. at least he won’t burn in the sun now 🦀😉

[5 PM] no, charles doesn’t have a red ass from spanking for once. it’s because he tried a rather experimental jump into the water. i swear he just craves pain. the man still can’t sit, so mister greek statue stands, dousing himself with a water hose for your viewing pleasure. he’s got the sexy yellow ICON swim shorts on because those are a must, and they really do fucking stick to his skin 👀

[5:30 PM] the barbecue? smoking like a stove. still not as hot as him! charles does all the cooking and cleaning for his goddess. even the dessert he prepped in the morning. you’ll probably eat it off his abs if we’re honest. a forehead kiss follows — you praise him for the tasty meal, only to snuggle and smooch together in a hammock on deck.

[6:45 PM] he makes sure he freshens/dresses up nicely in a black satin tux, black tie, cuffs, shiny shoes. mistress always picks his clothes. second dinner ahead: the yacht's master bedroom.

[7:10 PM] you rile up the incredulous cutie with a slow lapdance and pull his tie… which makes him go promptly insane 😊 no filter, these gorgeous moans are so damn loud. still dressed, he humps a pillow with no permission to cum, a thumb between your legs. you opt for riding his face to suffocate your honey bun as he deserves.

[8 PM] in typical fashion, charles is busy chugging liters of water after making you cum. the night gets worked up, you rip off his tuxedo, charles needs to feel some red ropes on his body. somebody ends up blindfolded, harnessed and tied to the bed with a hopeless erection unattended to. cue your favorite cock ring, some cane strokes to his thighs… until you edge him with a fleshlight, he swears his mind is breaking apart. pretty kitty will cry and gasp for air 😽

[8:30] this beautiful body twitching and straining is too stunning not to film. after charles feels like he died a thousand deaths and still throbs, you have him cum into his own curled palm. good boys lick up their mess! darling painstakingly cleans his hand with his mouth and chokes on those fingers like a champ. safe to say he’s all demolished… and you have so much juicy video footage of your beloved sub 💕

didn’t have a clue what aftercare/untying scenario would follow this up best, that’s where you come in ✍️ the suspense rises… how would the evening go on? 🤔

- george’s long legs anon 👕 enjoying your blog which is just marvelous, doing god’s work!! this is the place to be on f1 smutblr 🔥👌

👕 anon you are truly extraordinary. This is just… you keep on dropping these absolute masterpieces out of nowhere and I dont think I’ll ever recover from it.

Firstly, he’s planned this for AGES. One of his favourite things about owning a yacht is that he gets to take you on it, that you and him can just spend an evening or an entire day on the water together.

Especially because it’s something that Charles loves so so much? So getting to share it with his dom? Incredible. I also think he’s very protective of that time with you? He makes sure to not let his plans slip, because then his friends might ask to join. And he doesn’t want that!!! This is for his Dom and his dom only!!!

Of course charles knows the perfect place, and I think that he’s sentimental enough that he might always pick the same anchorage? Sure he’ll often explore new places with you, but when it’s time to just spend an evening today then he’ll always pick the same place.

He spends the first hour or so just playing in the water. Of course you’re more than welcome to join him in the water, but you could also just chill and watch him. He loves jumping into the sea, making a big plash and then coming out of the water and straight to you, giggling with his hair a complete mess.

And yes, sunscreen is VERY important. Your sweet boy is very sensitive to the sun and he completely forgets to put the sunscreen on himself. However he never complains when you call him over for more sunscreen, firstly because he’s a good boy but also because he would never complain about your hands on him.

Of course he always gets plenty of kisses to distract him until enough time has gone by that he can get back in the water.

Then, once he’s tired himself out then he simply must douse himself off with the water hose right in front of you. And yes, he does let his swim trunks fall dangerously low on his hips and yes he knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows his mommy’s eyes are on him and he wants to give a good show.

And yes he makes dinner himself. Honestly people who make fun of Charles cooking either haven’t experienced it or have only experienced it when he’s in a hurry. Because he does a great job for you.

Though that be because you’re the one who fucks him, yeah it’s probably that.

And the cuddles on the hammock after dinner and a requirement. You must do so. Charles literally got the hammock installed JUST for cuddles with you. He got one big enough for three people to ensure the two of you would fit comfortably and have the perfect cuddle space.

So he gets his cuddles and his kisses there. That’s where you start to work him up, praising him for the meal he made, thanking him for taking you out, calling him the sweetest prettiest sub you could ever ask for. He starts to get all wriggly in your arms, beginning to get turned on from all the touches and praise and kisses.

That’s when you send him off the bedroom to get changed into the clothes you’ve set out for him. He never knows what he’ll find there. You might have put a skirt out or lingerie or a full suit it something. Tonight it’s a full suit, because you want to undress him.

Riding his face while he’s still on the suit is incredible? You make him lay on his back so he doesn’t have anything to grind against, and you can see how hard he is in his fancy suit pants. His hips desperately on their own accord, trying to get some friction but he doesn’t ask for anything because he’s having the time of his life.

Even though he’s so desperate that there’s literally a wet spot of precum on his pants, he still doesn’t ask for more because he’s a good boy.

Then you have to undress him, treating him like you’re unwrapping the most fragile present and then you just have to tie him. You almost feel bad for edging him, but you desperately want to see him cry from pleasure.

And he does. Tears running down his cheeks as he’s begging you to let him cum. Of course you have to use your hand to actually make him cum, to hold him close and stroke his cock exactly how he likes until he’s crying out and spilling all over your hand.

Then he gets more cuddles on the hammock for a little while, feeling so happy and safe and warm and so so relaxed.

He gets cuddles for about an hour and then it’s time to head back to the dock. Charles drives the yacht and you hug him from behind. He’s fine being in control of that, as long as you hug him from behind the entire time and praise him once he’s docks the boat.

Then you’ll drive the two of you home, letting Charles keep his hand on your thigh for comfort and then he gets even more cuddles and praise.

It’s really just the perfect night.

[diamond-coral]

A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke. 

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command. 

“What can I do for you, sir?” 

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview.  Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes. 

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”  

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?” 

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

[rwbybutincorrect]

there’s a really brief moment in “Dark” that i dont think is that deep but i can’t stop thinking about it so im going to make everyone else think about it.

whitley is bent on getting those sdc ships to mantle. to the point where he is flat out ignoring and anyone who distracts him - especially his neglectful mother who let him suffer the abuse of jacques for years without stepping to protect him.

when willow calls him? he immediately hangs up. when someone opens the door? he fucking growls like the rabid dog he is, idk. but the point is, not even weiss was this bent on helping people, especially those who are a majority faunus. and whitley sees this as one of the first things he can actually participate in. one of the first grand ideas he’s had that could help people. 

his sisters are huntresses or in the military. his mom clearly had a history with huntsmen in the past, considering her semblance is unlocked. whitley has the company, his father’s computer, and access to these ships.  

then the hound comes in. we can safely assume whitley doesn’t have access to his aura or semblance. he’s never had to. he can’t protect himself and he’s been cornered by the very thing that he heard two of his sister’s teammates - fully licensed huntresses - struggle to deal with. and the only thing between him and the hound is a desk and computer that almost gives him away.

worst yet. the hound literally admits that he knows whitley’s hiding. that’s fucking terrifying! that’s the closest this boy has ever come to DEATH. we’re so conditioned to our protagonists being put against life threatening grimm, but at least they have the assistance of specially made weapons, aura, semblances, and at least a little bit of training. if the hound got his hands on whitley here, god damn! probably wouldn’t have been very good :) at all!

and out of nowhere? willow saves him. for the first time, that we’ve seen, she has actively put herself in harms way to protect him. using a semblance that we didn’t know she could use to incapacitate the hound, something she’s clearly terrified of and doesn’t know how to deal with. she tried to call him, seeing the hound on the cameras, and instead of buckling down powerlessly that he ignored her. instead, she explicitly went to rescue him, not knowing whether or not weiss would get to the two of them in time. 

BUT HERE’S THE MOMENT I REALLY WANNA TALK ABOUT

he made a SPRINT to get out of this office. 

this is the first grimm he’s ever been near to, LET ALONE IN HIS OWN HOME. he has 3 active huntresses in his house, 4 if you count whatever the fuck willow has going on, and they could protect him. maybe take care of the hound and he can go back and launch the ships later.

but he stops. he does that cute little turn to launch the ships, and THEN runs from the clear and present danger of the grimm that was looking for him at that moment. 

whitley opted to save everyone in the crater before preserving himself. whether he wasn’t sure if he’d have another chance, whether or not he didn’t put all that much thought into it, he consciously decided that, instead of running to his mother, who just protected him for the first time in the most dangerous of situations, he would protect the rest of mantle. 

it was the least he could do as a schnee. but he was running for his life at the moment too! AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. he was never protected, for all of his life. he was abandoned by winter, by weiss, by willow. but he sure as hell wasnt going to abandon mantle. 

we always gave whitley a hard time. an entitled youngest son and shoehorned heir to the schnee dust company. while his sisters fought to save the world, he was lodged up in his mansion. a mansion full of abuse and neglect, but from the monsters of grimm, safe enough.

but when faced with a talking grimm, his mother using her semblance for the first time in supposed years, and the opportunity to protect an entire city of people, he opted to protect mantle. he didn’t even think twice. he just had to click the screen for the ships to be sent the orders. 

and this all takes place in less than a minute!

AND THEN. WHEN THE SCHNEE DUST COMPANY SHIPS DO ARRIVE. WHO ARE THE ACCREDITED TO?

all of his life he has been overlooked, ignored, and forgotten. even when he was appointed heir to the schnee dust company after weiss was dragged home, no one acknowledged. IRONWOOD ESPECIALLY didn’t see whitley as a schnee, the way whitley followed every order from his father like a servant to avoid his scrutiny. 

and i mean- i’d rather not have whitley forced to deal with james ironwood painting a target on his back. but it’s devastating to think, after living in the shadows, for all of his life? he doesn’t even get credited for having the idea that COULD HAVE saved all of mantle. not that heroism comes down to who thought of what. but whitley never wanted to be the schnee that discriminated, cheated, and abused rules and expectations to force his way to the top. 

all we know is he’s lost without jacques to look up to and he’s never really had any idea what to do as standing owner of the schnee dust company. but he was given an opportunity to help everyone. and he certainly tried. that’s more than ironwood can say. 

also, unrelated to the post, but the way that whitley’s picture is the only one of jacques’ children that he has on his desk 

the way he acts like he cares about him and believes in him, and still treats him like shit.... 

this has been a whitley appreciation thread

[jessiebanethedragon]

Scuttle (3/?)

You don't remember passing out in the troopers arms, waking only when he sets you down, in front of the tree that's all too familiar to you. It’s raining  even more now and Crosshair feels particularly inadequate as he paces in front of you. What do you tell someone who’s just lost everything? 

“Crosshair…” Your voice is quiet as you say his name, he whips around at the sound, terrified someone had followed him into the forest. He waits for your next words, and it takes a moment but a small ‘thank you’ leaves your mouth. He nods and goes back to pacing in front of you. 

The crashing sound breaks both of you out of your perspective trances. Something is moving towards you, and quickly. In response, you haul yourself up off of the rainforest floor. Looking to the man in front of you for direction. 

“It’s fine.” He tells you, monotone. “Jus’ Wrecker.” You’re not sure what a Wrecker is, but quickly you discover a Wrecker happens to be Crosshair's older and much bigger brother. 

“Crosshair!” He booms, when he clears the undergrowth, clapping a rather large hand on  his shoulder, and you watch as the trooper takes a step backwards. ‘Not one for touchy-feels’ you think to yourself. 

“Ran into some trouble, bucket got chucked in a lake.” He explains. “Couldn't com in.” this ears him a boisterous laugh from Wrecker. 

“Accident prone as always.” He chuckles, before turning away to, presumably tell his comrades he's found Crosshair. You on the other hand, had backed up into the tree bark whilst watching this interaction. Crosshair is watching you watch Wrecker, and he wishes he could pick you up again, just to feel your heartbeat go from crazy to calm as you relaxed in his arms. It would be so much easier than talking or trying to talk,  to just scoop you up and  hide you from the world.  

“Tech and Hunter are only a few clicks out.” Wrecker says to Crosshair, subtle nudging him as if to say, ‘stop staring bro, you’ll spook her.’  Before moving over to you, and bringing his hand out, watching as you recoil more into the branches. Wrecker takes the hint, and  takes his helmet off before trying to shake your hand again. This time you let him, offering a small ‘hello’ in return. 

“You must be Fairywren.” He says, and you confirm the guess with a nod. “Cool name, much cooler than Crosshair.” He smiles at you, and you immediately decide that his talent, even with all the muscle, is undying kindness and radiating happy energy. Crosshair scoffs at his brother. 

“I hate to disappoint but it's just a nickname.” You’re still smiling a little, your old self shining through for that brief moment. 

“Still” He assures you, “it’s way better than any of ours!” You decide to lose yourself in the moment of happiness. Firing back at him with a:

“Oh I don't know, Crosshair isn’t that bad.” Wrecker laughs again, and you see Crosshair pause as he lifts a toothpick to his mouth, a small smile in the shadow of his tall figure. 

“Wrecker” he draws out that voice, so different to any other clone. He gestures to the forest edge he’d been watching as the leaves and twigs break and moves as Tech and Hunter join the three of you. They exchange words, far enough away from you that you don't hear them. A few glances thrown your way. And Crosshair starts to look more and more unimpressed. Breaking from the group with a grumble, and heading over to you, opting to lean against the tree with you. 

“Tech’s the small one.” He whispers to you. “Sergeant Hunter has the ridiculous hair.” rolling the toothpick in his mouth, you look up at him. 

“Why are you telling me this?” you're not trying so rude, but you're genuinely curious.

“I’m telling you, because you’re going to be putting up with them for the foreseeable future.” He sounds a tad annoyed but you dont push further.  

“You named after the tattoo?” You ask without thinking. Tracing it with your eyes, giving them something to do other than tear up in panic. 

“Got it after.” He responds, and from that you can gather he’s not very social, but what you need right now is a distracted mind, so you decide to test your luck. 

“Why  Crosshair though? Like I get it's your name but like why?”  You want to curse at how stupid you sound, but, the adrenaline has totally warn off now and your brain feels like goo.  

“Sniper.” He says blankly, turning around so you see  the huge rifle strapped to his back. 

“Oh…” you say, finally connecting the dots. “Well i'm called Fairywren after-”

“The birds, I know.” Crosshair  interrupts, before moving away from you as the rest of the group breaks apart from what you’re guessing was a debrief? Taking small steps towards them, taking in how different they all are. 

“Sergeant Hunter, at your service.” The one with longer hair says, shaking your hand. You take note of his face tattoo as well and wonder if he got his with Crosshair. 

“Wren, thanks for the save.” You introduce yourself, not pausing to think where you’d be without them.

“No problem,” Hunter says, his voice is deeper than Crosshairs but no less gruff. “Shall we get off this kriffing rock?” Turning around to his group, taking in their nods, before scaling the tree. 

The Havoc Marauder isn't exactly what you expected, but then again you don't know what you expected it to be like.  Maybe a bit more cluttered than it actually is but you like it nevertheless. 

“How many species are on this planet?” The clone named Tech asks you, he's the only one that hasn't introduced himself to you, but you're guessing it's only because his brain is working a million parsecs a second. 

“I'm not actually sure,” You say, feeling guilty as his face drops. “There's a number of overall species and all but the variations are so unique it's hard to classify them.” You quickly add, watching his eyes light up.

“So why the Fairywren then?” He asks after a lengthy (and largely sided) conversation of evolution in rainforest species. You feel Crosshair's eyes on you, tuning back into the conversation off and on again as he took or lost interest. 

“My grandmother once told me that the Fairywrens kept guard on your heart.” You tell him, and you see Crosshair lean forward on his knees to hear better. “She said that every Fairywren watches over someone, they keep them safe. She said my Fairywren was the brightest one there ever was because of how much she loved me.” Tech stays silent taking in the story, and Crosshair seems to be frozen in place. You don't realize that he’s realizing how stunning you are and kicking himself for not seeing it sooner. Of course you're the Fairywren, bright blue and so beautiful it almost seems fake. 

“How do you know Krexx.” Hunter asks walking into the brig area where you had been sitting. And you freeze at the name, Crosshair glares at his sergeant for bringing him up, he hates the way your face falls at the mention of his name. 

“He took over when the separatists showed up, and he was put in charge of keeping everyone in line.” You snap.

“Hunter, maybe we should-” Crosshair starts but he gets interrupted. 

“How many Trandoshans were on your planet?” Hunter interrupts, and if you didn't think Crosshair could glare any harder than he was, you were very mistaken. 

“At least a hundred.” You tell him. “Less now.” 

“Why less now?” Tech jumps in, and his honest interest makes you smile a little. 

“I used to catalog plants when I was a kid, my dad kept journals, because he was a healer. So it was like a hobby of ours.” You explain, “Trandoshans don’t take too well to plant venom apparently.” 

“Genius” Tech breathes and you can't help but flush. 

“Any chance of a tail?” Hunter asks, and this time Crosshair interrupts. 

“No, checked the whole way back to the ship and then some.” His voice sounds taught, like he's about to snap. 

“Good, either way, I'll take the first watch, I don't want any missteps here. Get some rest.” He nods to you all, and even though it's nowhere near close to nighttime you don't argue. Wrecker passes by and ruffles your hair saying “g’night little bird.” Tech offers you a mock salute that makes you smile, before heading to where you assume the bunks are. 

“Extra bunk is down the hall. Door on the left.” Crosshair tells you standing up, and the air seems to shift, you feel lonely thinking about him leaving. So you follow him, hoping he’ll stay up just a little longer with you. He stops in front of what you guess is his door. And you thank every god  out there that it's across from the empty one. You see that there's no blankets in the empty bunk. 

“Need anything?” he asks, and he almost cringes by how rude it sounds. ‘Sure’ he thinks to himself. ‘Be rude to the sopping wet, traumatized girl in front of you, good one Cross.” You turn back to him. 

“No it's okay, i'll get blankets from Hunter or just snoop around until I find them.” You joke, Rubbing the back of your neck as the man in front of you sighs and rolls the toothpick in his mouth around. 

“Stay here.” He says, a little softer, disappearing into his room. In reality he wants nothing more to let you into his room, to drop that cold exterior he’s created. But he already knows he's no good for you. Crosshair slips out his door again with a blanket. 

“Wrecker will be passed out already, Hunter doesn't use blankets and Tech has what he calls the ‘mathematical epiphany of correct blanket weight, fluffiness and size’ to ensure a proper sleep. So the only extra one around is this.” He states, holding out a black fluffy blanket that looks so cozy you want to cry. You take it from him silently, subtly bury your face in it so you can tell if it feels the same way his shoulder does. It's softer but smells the same, and you can't wait to burrito yourself in it. Crosshair has turned away, going crazy as he sees you snuggle into something that's not him.    

“Crosshair,” you call as his door slides open again. “Thank you.” And before you can embarrass yourself you slide into the extra room. 

“You’re welcome.” He whispers even though he knows you won't hear it.

[sauntered-vaguely-downward]

Shadows. Steve Rogers x Reader (and their child)

I dont know if ive done Steve before but eh here have this. Its short, its probably quite shit, but lockdown got be going insane for something to do sooooo... enjoy this short little fluffy thing. 

He tried his best to shut the door behind him as quietly as possible. It was rather late by the time he had returned home from his mission, and usually Steve would find his two favourite people asleep at this hour. 

Slowly he crept around the house, fixing himself something to eat before he would climb into bed beside the love of his life Y/N. The thought of his beautiful wife being tucked in his arms again was enough to get him through even the toughest of missions. 

As he was making his dinner, opting for a quick sandwich to avoid making any noise as much as possible, Steve heard a soft pair of giggles come from one of the rooms down the hall, a noise so sweet his heart began to swell in his chest. Leaving his half finished sandwich on the counter top he followed the soft laughter until he reached the door in which it was coming from. 

The door itself had some new additions to it from when he left. When he left it had simply been a boring white door, just like the other doors in their little apartment, but now the bottom was painted with little flowers and a cat, while higher up the door was a spaceship and some stars. Steve smiled at the artwork that had been painted on the door, imaging the sweet scene it would have been to watch.

Slowly and quietly he pushed open the door, somewhat surprised by the sight behind it. Blankets were behind suspended by chairs creating a makeshift tent. All the cushions and other soft items within the room were nowhere in sight, so he assumed they were hidden inside the blanket tent along with the pair who were quite happily giggling. 

Not wanting to scare them, he gently coughed, bringing their attention to him. As if part of a sketch show first Y/N’s head popped out, smiling brightly at her husband, soon followed by a smaller head, belonging to a grinning little boy, whose smile only widened when he saw his father. 

“DADDY!” The little boy screamed, nearly tearing down the tent to go and embrace his dad, jumping into his arms happily. 

“Hey there little guy,” Steve smiled, happily picking up him up to give him the biggest hug he could without crushing him. “I missed you!”

“And we missed you,” Y/N grinned, making her way from the tent on the floor to join the cuddle. Steve smiled as he brought her into his arms, now holding his entire world in his arms. “This little monster couldn’t sleep so we decided to have some fun and sleep in our own homemade tent tonight.”

“Mummy was showing me a doggy shadow she made with her hand! Daddy did you see the door! I painted the flowers all by myself!” The little boy in Steve's arms giggled. 

“I did James. It’s wonderful, you did a good job!” Gently putting his son down, he pulled Y/N in closer, gently kissing her and holding her close to his chest, quietly he whispered, “I missed you both so much, I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled up to him, her hand tracing the new cuts along his jawline. “How was it? How’s Buck?”

“It was a tough one, physically speaking, but we made it. Bucky’s good, needs Stark to take a look at his arm but other than that he’s good.” 

Before Y/N could respond a small hand began to tug on the leg of Steve. Looking down the pair saw their little boy grinning up at them, impatiently trying to get their attention. 

“Come on Daddy, Mummy and me made it all soft and cuddly inside! You have to sleep in there with us tonight,” the boy smiled.

“Oh baby, Daddy’s had a long few days, he probably wants to sleep in his bed tonight.” Y/N said softly. 

“Aww…” Steve didn’t want to disappoint the little boy at all, so agreed to sleep in the tent beside the pair, earning a shout of joy from the boy. 

Carefully, so not to ruin the beautiful little tent the pair had made, Steve crawled into the tent, his son following behind and sitting on his lap. Y/N crawled in after, snuggling up beside them. James reached out his little hands for a torch beside him, pointing it at the blanket wall in front of them. 

“Mummy show daddy the shadow animals you did, I think daddy would like the birdy!” 

“Okay baby,” Y/N moved her hands just in front of the light of the torch so her hands cast a shadow on the blanket in front of them. Twisting her hands together the shadow soon changed from hands to a bird, looking as though its wings were flapping as she moved her hands. Steve joined, copying her hands and forming another bird to fly before them. 

Steve and Y/N made as many animals in the shadows as possible, from rabbits to dog, to plenty of birds because James seemed to like them the most. Their son giggled at each new animal that they made.

When his eyes began to flutter shut, Steve laid his son gently on a pile of cushions on the floor, wrapping him up in a blanket that hadn’t been used for the structure of the tent. Smiling at each other, Y/N and Steve snuggled down on either side of James, each holding their son in their arms, joining hands just over him. The little family laid like this for hours, until the sun peaked its head just above the surface of the earth, when little James awoke hungry for pancakes promised the day before by his mum. 

[stonyiscanon]

socially awkward! peter parker x oblivious shit! reader

read: peter has a heart attack every time he talks to you because you’re too pretty and nice oof

lmfao just experimenting some new head canon//writing styles lmk what you guys think 🥺

it’s essentially a crack fic i have no regrets.

Warnings: an excessive amount of exclamation points used, overload of fluff, it might be little TOO crack-y if that’s even possible for me, a confusing amount of POV switches. ok it’s just shitty writing would you please read it.

Words: 4.8k this be a baby fic

Genre: fluffity fluff, idiots to lovers, high school! reader, god just read the title.

my masterlist is here if you want more shit

talk to me! be my friend please im lonely

 peter first meets you when you’re new to midtown and you get sorted into his science class.

you sat in front of him your very first day and yeah he’s been soft™ for you ever since

like no joke the first time he saw your face he freezed up and choked on his banana

‘oh nO NED!!! she’s PRETTY!!’

‘like, REALLY pretty!!! S H I T’

‘um,,... okay ain’t that a good thing you sit behind her in class!! maybe you can ask for her number or something—‘

oh hohohohoho ned my friend,,

N O

ABSOLUTELY NOT

peter parker has spoken to you a total of twenty-two (22) times within the whole year that you’ve been... acquaintances?? classmates?? ….. friends???

and his fat secret crush on you will STAY A SECRET THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

he’ll die before he asks you out or makes a move because there’s no way in hell peter has a chance with you, the beautiful new girl.

‘i mean, she’s not just beautiful too! she’s so smart, and i know that because i can literally see all her notes from behind her and she gets like, basically all A’s, but she doesn’t even know she’s smart and beautiful?? like, she never raises her hand in class even though i know she knows all th-’

you would think ned would be tired of peter’s ‘shit I’m in LOVE’ rants by now, he’s not because we stan supportive friend ned.

hehe little does he know his big fat secret crush may not be,, totally unrequited

👀

oKAY so maybe you have a humongous tiny crush on the dorky cute guy who sits behind you in science class

WHAT ABOUT IT not like he likes you back anyways.

that one time you asked him for a pencil he looked like he was having an aneurysm!! like okay, are you that hideous or—?

(yeah it totally doesn’t hurt at all that the cute guy you like is repulsed by your presence and seems to ignore you and tense up whenever you’re around)

(t o ta ll y) 🤡

yeah y/n kinda dumb in this because the entire student body knows about peter’s (not so secret lmFAO) crush on you

everyone lOwkEy ships it

ned is president of the petery/n shipper fanclub

that may be because he’s the only member in aforementioned fanclub but you two have many supporters outside the fanclub

ned hypes peter up everytime science class comes around and peter gets kinda confident when he walks in the classroom

‘yeah! i got this!! maybe this time i won’t stare at her hair creepily and then run aw-‘

‘hey peter!’

asjkdjejnxHAUXINENEIAIRJBSJS

ABORT NEVERMIND I DONT GOT THIS ASKXISNNDKSN

peters brain has left the building

and he kinda stares at you for a sec and runs off to his seat at the back

hm, yeah he definitely doesn’t like you

you sigh as you take your seat in front of him, trying to ignore how your love for this dork is completely one sided

the entire class wants to throttle both of you

so then for the sake of the cliche and the plot (did you heart that fourth wall break?? nvm i didn’t hear nothin)

gasp group project time??!?!?!?!

dang who could have saw this coming

totally unexpected

wow

peter is half hoping to get you and half DREADING to

because he knows if he gets you he’ll be able to spend time with you but 300% won’t be able to function and will most certainly fail this project

but i mean who cares about grades.

in a plot twist that literally no one saw coming,,,

‘betty and liz, you’ll be doing yours on atomic structure,

and peter and y/n are partners! you’ll be doing...’

oh nO

you’re partnered up with peter!

i mean this is great news you get to stare at his precious face more but you’re basically forcing him to spend time with someone he doesn’t like!!

so you turn around and you give him an apologetic and (cute as FXCK) small smile

meanwhile, peter combusts

one look at your smile and he just knows he’s completely fucked

like he physically uwus so hard he slams his head on the table

‘oh! are.. you okay? i mean, is working with me really going to be that bad?’

awkward laugh to hide the pain,, quick y/n!!

‘nO!! i mean, no, absolutely not that’s not what i- it wasn’t my- i didn’t m-‘

you smile a little sadly this time and say,

‘don’t worry about it, i know you don’t like me. it’s only two weeks anyway. i promise i won’t take much of your time.’

wait. hold up. back up here. wha-? wHO doesn’t like W HO??

‘wait what do you mea-‘

‘don’t worry about it. wanna meet at the library after school to get a head start on this?’

‘uh, yeah. i mean- cowabunga…!’

wat

shit peter has never wanted to die more in his entire life

so he does what any other normal person would do and yEEts out the classroom full speed

leaving you slightly hurt but mostly just confused

peter strolls in the library casually attempting to strain his neck 360 degrees to look for you

he looks like a chicken and also that’s humanly impossible but leave him be he’s iN LOVE

he spots you on one of the study tables. he takes a deep breath,, and walks over

‘hey!! sorry i’m a little late, uh, something… came up haha’

acting like the poor boy didn’t stand outside the library for fifteen minutes thinking about what he was going to say to you

‘no worries!’ you shoot him another one of those painfully adorable smiles and peter wants nothing more but to give that smile a smooch because damn that is a face that deserves smooches

but he also has a tiny feeling that maybe you might not appreciate it if he randomly kissed you out of nowhere

(you would not mind at all but he doesn’t know that)

‘so yeah! ready to compare the wonders of chemistry and motion physics?’ peter says, bending down to snatch his backpack up to the table (effectively hiding his red cheeks)

you snort as you prop your elbows onto the table, resting your head on your hands.

‘the wonders? hm, i really can’t tell whether you’re being serious or not. guess you really are a dork.’

you giggle a little bit before you catch sight of peter looking like a gaping fish. you immediately slam your hands down, perhaps a little too loudly considering you’re in a library, and blurt out,

‘uh, I was.. joking! making a joke, in case, you know, that wasn’t obvious.’ You awkwardly hide your face between your fingers and squeak out a small apology

‘nO! no, no, don’t worry about it. yeah, I am a dork, so… yeah, i’m not offended, or anything. uh- just, yeah, don’t worry about it.’

well, that ruined the flow of conversation peter was so desperate to keep up with

none of you speak for a bit, opting to look around the very interesting library walls instead, until peter clears his throat and brings up motion physics again

yeah! this will be fine. all you have to focus on is science, and NOT peter’s very soft kissable lips and how good he looks in his light green coloured sweater

huh

oh no

 desperately attempting to clear your mind, you try and focus on what he’s saying instead

it’s just SCIENCE, y/n. focus on the SCIENCE.

this distraction just-concentrate-on-the-work technique works for about the next hour or so as you guys study and work on this project

everything is going great!

you two have an organised google doc full of research and a finished introduction! you’re being extremely productive!

both of you are doing an amazing job at hiding your mutual (except none of you know it’s mutual) attraction!

so as you walk out the library beside peter some time later, you’re smiling softly, because even if your massive crush isn’t reciprocated, you and peter can maybe at least be friends by the end of this, right?

he didn’t even look like he detested you as much as usual today

maybe that’s because he was pretty much forced into cooperating with you because of this project, but you even caught him smiling at you today, so he must be warming up to you

which is great news, of course

peter swallows down his fear and the excessive amount of spit that is coating his tongue and turns to you

‘so, this was really fun’

you tilt your head, mildly horrified at his words

‘we need to stage you an intervention if a science project is something you classify as ‘fun’’

‘no, i mean, the science was kinda boring. spending time with you was really fun. ….right?’

oh good, he isn’t actually a complete monster who does science for fun

(he totally is but you don’t need to know that)

‘yeah! hanging out was really fun, even if we had to spend that time doing work’

you shudder and cringe when you mention ‘work’, because there are much more interesting things you’d rather be doing with peter

👀

‘yep.’

‘yeeep.’

‘so, we should meet up again to work on this… project. right?’ you’re shifting your weight and darting your eyes across the floor, desperately avoiding peter’s gaze.

‘yeah!!’

oof maybe that was a little too enthusiastic. maybe you didn’t notice?

‘i mean, yeah… yeah, totally. sounds… chill.’

oh god that’s worse isn’t it

‘great!’

cue awkward silence

‘so… um… can I maybe have your number?’

you stare blankly at him trying to conceal your excitement because did PETER PARKER just ask for YOUR number?!?!?!

oh no why aren’t you saying anything crapcrapcrap this is peter’s first time asking for ANYONE’S number did he mess up oh no he messed up didn’t he.

‘you know, for the project!!!!! haha!!!!’

oh. of course he wouldn’t actually want your number

*sigh these oblivious fucks I stg i’m the one who’s actually writing this and I want to throttle them*

‘oh… yeah, no problem! um, here’s my number’

‘cool! i’ll text you then!’

from peter p [12:48]

Hey y/n!! Um this is Peter btw. Peter Parker. From science class.

to peter p [12:49]

hey peter!

from peter p [12:49]

So if it’s cool w u do you want to meet up at my place? For the project haha, just figured a change of scenery might be nice. The library can get a little bit boring sometimes.

to peter p [12:49]

yeah sounds cool just send me ur address and i’ll be over after skl tdy if that’s ok

from peter p [12:50]

Yep awesome see u then

to peter p [12:50]

see u! :))

 that smiley face almost makes his heart burst god he’s so whipped for you.

then the panic kicks in.

‘OHMYGOD Y/N Y/L/N IS COMING OVER.’

peter spends like three hours making sure the apartment is SPOTLESS.

spends like half an hour trying to decide whether he should take down all the Star Wars memorabilia down from his walls

like, he doesn’t want you to think he’s a DORK.

(too late peter)

but then ultimately keeps them up, partly because shit you’re coming in like 5 minutes he doesn’t have time for this

but also, you’re a nice person! you surely won’t make fun of him for having a knockoff replica of the death star in his room.

hopefully

oh god if you make fun of him for being a Star Wars nerd he will break down in tears HE HAS TO TAKE THEM DOWN

*ding*

fuck

peter stands up from his spinney chair abruptly and scrambles towards front door.

he spent some time this morning with Aunt May for girl advice and nothing really came out of that except a very traumatizing safe sex talk and some teasing that he will never be able to erase from his memory.

he takes a fast detour and quickly stops in front of the bathroom mirror on his way to open the door, desperately trying to tame the mop of curls and his head.

did I put on deodorant this morning? crap I brushed my teeth right?

*ding*

FUCK

peter stops in front of the door, takes a deep breath and-

‘hey!’ a strangled greeting comes out of his throat but hopefully you don’t notice how nervous he is.

you don’t, because this is oblivious shit!reader

‘hi peter!’

peter is suddenly very aware of how long you have been standing outside.

‘oH! sorry, um come in!!’ he says, opening the door wider and welcoming you in with (overly?) enthusiastic arms.

‘yeah! make yourself at home and everything. you want a drink or something?’

‘water would be nice.’

peter sprints to the kitchen to get you some ICE COLD water in his favourite mug.

peter parker’s apartment is covered with cosy furniture and photos of him and another middle aged woman. half those photos are him and that woman smiling brightly into the camera.

there’s a photo that’s nicely framed above the mantle that shows a young peter beaming in front of a birthday cake, with that same woman and another unknown middle aged man smiling down at him. the photo is clearly old and crumpled, even with the frame around it.

peter looks so happy in that photo…

huh. baby peter is just as adorable as he is now.

you jump away from the photo when you hear his footsteps coming back into the living room. something about the photo seemed emotional, personal. it just didn’t seem like something you should be looking at.

peter comes back clutching two mugs and hands one to you.

‘nice place!’

‘oh, thanks… yeah my Aunt isn’t home right now, she’s downtown meeting some friends, so we have the place to ourselves……’

‘so we can study uninterrupted.’ he says.

oh of course, studying!! yep that’s exactly where your mind went when peter said the apartment was empty aHaH.

peter’s room is a little less adult than the rest of his apartment, flooded with polaroids of him and Ned, with Star Wars posters on the walls.

you ignore the pang of jealousy that you feel when you spot a photo of MJ and peter grinning in front of a bowling alley.

so for the next two hours you two are in peter’s room… studying vigorously.

you would be 100% lying if you said you weren’t disappointed only studying happened.

the weird thing is???

every time you would look down at your textbook to explain something about periodic motion peter seemed to be looking at you when you looked up?

well, looking at you isn’t very weird, looking at someone while they’re talking is just basic manners. but when you looked back he would snap his eyes straight back to his own textbook, nodding and wordlessly agreeing with whatever you had just said.

maybe it’s just your imagination but the way he looked at you, it’s almost a loving, caring gaze.

oh god who are you kidding, it’s just your brain and imagination playing tricks on you.

you’re alone with peter parker in his bedroom!! these things are going to happen!

‘hey you want to take a break? we’ve been going at this for a whole hour now.’ peter says, craning his neck to take a look at the clock on the wall.

‘has it really been a whole hour?’ you lean back in your chair looking up at the ceiling.

‘yeah okay. let’s have a small break then.’

peter picks up both of your mugs and heads off to the kitchen, groaning slightly when he stretches his legs out for the first time in an hour.

*a/n: apologies in advance to those with nut allergies*

he comes back with both your mugs refilled with (water for you, gatorade for peter) and a small bag of almonds for you to snack on.

‘oh hey! almonds are my study snack of choice too!’

‘yeah, i know’ peter says carelessly, scrolling down his phone.

‘i don’t like almonds all that much, but i bought a few packs this morning on the way to school.’

hm,, wHat

‘if… you don’t like almonds why would you get them for me?’

‘because you like almonds.’

blink.

b l i n k

it takes a bit of time for peter to realise what just came out of his mouth.

‘i meAn! I’M NOT A STALKER I SWEAR. i just see you at school sometimes and you always have a small pack of these to snack on whenever you’re doing work so i thought,, you know, since we’re doing WORK, i should buy some for you… so you won’t get hungry!!!’ he’s wailing nonsensical excuses and apologies by now.

huh.

peter parker knows that you snack on almonds when you study, and bought a pack for you even though he doesn’t like them at all.

maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as you thought.

you tear apart the packaging and stuff an almond in your mouth, your traitorous lips slowly threatening to curl into a huge smile.

(despite how much you fight against it, you end up with a slightly demonic looking huge smile on your face, which you attempt to hide by stuffing more almonds in your mouth)

(you now look like a chipmunk)

(but a cute one!!!!)

meanwhile peter is trying to hide the feeling of humiliation by resting his face in his hands, because he literally just exposed himself. he will not be able to take it if he looks back up at your face and you’re laughing at him for this stupid crush.

to his surprise, he does not look up to find you mocking his love for you, but instead, he finds you with a mouth full of almonds, struggling to chew and swallow them all without looking like a disgusting fool.

oh.

that’s kinda cute.

after a good five minutes of you trying to force like 10 almonds down your esophagus,  you clear your throat and awkwardly blurt out a ‘thank you’

‘for the almonds! it’s cute how you bought them for me because you knew how much i like to snack on them while i study. that’s really sweet of you. i guess you really don’t hate me all that much, huh?’ the last sentence comes out teasingly, a playful smile gracing your lips, but instead of uwu-ing over your cute smile, peter’s just confused.

‘why would i hate you?’ he says, his eyebrows laced together in confusion.

‘well, i always kinda got the impression that you didn’t like me… all that much? i never really knew why. hey, why did you hate me so much before this? if i accidentally did something at the start of the year that pissed you off, i’m sorry.’

your playful smile fades a little bit as you see peter basically collapse on himself just due to sheer GRIEVANCE.

‘WHY WOULD YOU THINK I HATED YOU?’ peter yells out, probably annoying the neighbours with how fucking loud he is, but he can’t seem to bring himself to care right now.

‘you… didn’t?’ you say, now becoming just as confused as peter.

he shakes his head aggressively, bringing his fingers up to his temples.

‘but… you always seemed so jumpy around me! and you would never really talk to me, and that one time i asked you for a pencil, you looked like you were dying or something! i always just thought you didn’t like me!’

oh

my

god

peter doesn’t know whether he should be laughing or crying.

‘that’s not because I HATED YOU!! that’s because- i mean- i always thought-’ he’s still yelling and at this point one of the neighbours are definitely going to come knocking to complain, but peter still doesn’t care, because he’s currently having an existential crisis.

ohmygod all this time my CRUSH thought I HATED HER because I couldn’t function like a normal human being in front of her because of how much I liked her until i gave her some ALMONDS what is wrong with me? what kind of entity that controls the universe could hate me so much to pull THIS kind of sick prank on me?

‘wait if you didn’t hate me why would you always act so weird in front of me?’

‘BECAUSE-’ peter tangles his fingers into his hair, and he kicks his chair, sending it halfway across his room from frustration.

‘how could you possibly think I hated you??? how could you possibly think ANYONE could hate you??? you’re single handedly the only good person in this godforsaken school full of IDIOTS and BULLIES! nobody could ever hate you, y/n, and certainly not ME!’

perhaps he is using an excessive amount of hand gestures, but it gets his point across.

‘wha-? what do yo-?’

‘wHat are you TALKING ABOUT?’ you say, slowly turning just as frustrated as peter.

‘if there’s ANYONE that’s decent in this ‘godforsaken school full of idiots’ it would be YOU, peter parker!! nobody would just pay attention to what I EAT so I wouldn’t get HUNGRY during a study session oKaY!! you’re so CONFUSING! every time I accept the fact that you don’t like me back you pull this bullshit, essentially making me rethink ALL MY FEELINGS!’ you say, going through the room (stepping over the toppled chair), just to jab a finger onto peter’s chest.

suddenly both of you are aware of your flushed cheeks and your close proximity.

‘wha- WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?’ peter basically shrieks, and you would not be surprised if all of New York managed to hear that scream.

your cheeks darken as you awkwardly step back from him, realising that you accidentally outed yourself.

‘um- i mean,’ you stumble on the fallen chair as you desperately walk backwards with your hands behind your back to avoid peter’s piercing gaze.

*you’re not good at confrontation okay*

‘you like me?? wait wait, you like ME?’ you frown a little as you look at peter’s incredulous expression.

‘well yeah, you don’t have to rub it in like that, I know you don’t like me back.’ You mumble, looking away.

‘don’t like yo- OH MY GOD!’

this time peter stalks all the way across the room, looking you dead straight in the eye.

‘you better not be joking with me, y/n.’

you squeak out a small ‘no’ or something like that because you can’t really focus with peter looking down at you like that.

‘you mean to tell me, my stupid fat, nervous crush on you was mistaken for HATRED, and all this time I’ve been thinking I have no chance with you, but you’ve been crushing on me too all this time?’ his words come out jumbled, and a little fast, but you can decipher the general meaning.

peter parker likes you… too.

oh GOD WAT

he clears his throat, biting his lip and you can just tell he’s about to apologise, because peter’s a complete angel who probably doesn’t want you feeling uncomfortable.

‘um- uh, y- oomph!’

and in this shocking turn of events, you execute the only spontaneous thing you’ve ever done in your life and pray that it ends up well.

you lean forward and press your lips to peter’s, hoping to whatever superior being there is that this was a good decision.

spoiler alert: it was

peter.exe has shut down because all of a sudden your lips are against his and oh wow this is so much better than all those times he’s imagined it happening because it’s actually happening now.

your hands find their way to peter’s curls that he was trying so hard to get under control an hour ago but now he can’t remember why he doesn’t like his hair if it’s just going to be tugged on by you like this from now on.

he grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer to him, pretty much pressing his body against yours.

not that you’re complaining.

and god if peter died from suffocation right now that would be a heavenly way to go, and he would be a-ok with dying if it meant finally being in your arms.

you pull away from peter, both of you slightly panting before you burst out in giggles, resting your head and letting it fall on peter’s shoulder.

‘oh my god, we’re such idiots, aren’t we?’

peter hums in agreement before lifting your chin up to kiss you again.

 bonus: boyfriend! peter

definitely still stares at you in science class except now whenever you catch him staring he just shoots you a lazy grin

because yEa he has FULL RIGHTS to stare at you now because you’re his GIRLFRIEND.

you find out he’s spiderman pretty much immediately let’s be real this boy is not the best at hiding secrets

especially from his GIRLFRIENDS whomst he loves VERY MUCH.

this boy also gives you anxiety attacks whenever you see spiderman on the news saving people, getting hurt and shit, but he understands.

sends you a text before and after he gets in the suit whenever he can.

most certainly uses his spidey-powers for things they were not intended to be used for.

to visit his girlfriend so she can give him cuddles at any time why what were you guys thinking about hMmmMMMmmmM?

likes to show you off but also gets very blushy and shy about PDA

pretty much had a seizure the first time you held hands.

ned almost fainted when he heard the news (aka peter rushed to call him the second you left that night you kissed because these bitches are very gossipy)

peter parker is the ultimate clingy boyfriend.

……

and you love it.

your science teacher no longer puts you in the same group or partners you guys up now though.

because now you can’t study together, you literally can’t keep your hands off each other.

sometimes when peter is feeling ~particularly clingy he just nuzzles into the crook of your neck during lunch, and pulls you to him so you’re pretty much on his lap.

and MJ is just like yall r disgusTING

right in front of my salad.

in conclusion, peter parker loves you and you love him.

it’s honestly kind of sickening,

but you love that too.

[fangren]

feeling kinda frustrated right now. i don’t do this often, but... time for some personal stuff.

so. 11-7:30 shift for me at work today, which i’m already unhappy about (it makes the timing of my meals too awkward; im only now having dinner). and since my mom (my usual ride to work) has a minor scheduling conflict and the family only has one car, rather than opting to make my dad drop both of us off where and when we need to be, i instead opt to ride my bike to work instead.

for a very specific reason.

i... don’t talk about this kinda stuff, like, ever, but... i’m kinda crushing on one of my coworkers? looks and personality-wise, she has been Very Much My Type so far (one of the first things she said to me in private, unprompted, was genuinely complimenting how well organized i kept the dairy cooler! that!! means alot to me!!!) and we have gotten along well in the few times that we have talked.

but, i know like nothing about her (most notably, neither her relationship status nor here age! because i am Not Good at Guessing That, and i dont wanna, like, try to maybe pursue things with her if she’s too much younger than me).

the problem is that she’s one of the top people in our store’s pick-up department, and is specifically the one that, like, does their mission control type stuff i guess? so she’s always sequestered away in their backroom (seriously, i think she even takes her breaks back there), and i never have a reason to go back there so i rarely get to do more than catch glimpses of her from afar.

which brings me back to the reason i rode my bike to work today - her department has had pretty much exclusive use of one of the entrances to the store since the pandemic started and the store began requiring masks, and the bike rack is literally right outside it, maybe a yard or two away.

and since everyone’s schedules are posted publicly in the breakroom, i “knew” that she had a slightly later shift than i did, and thus would probably still be there when i left. so i figured having my bike parked right outside would give me the perfect excuse to just go down there, poke my head in a bit, and ask if i could go out their exit tonight. and, y’know, maybe chat a bit if it seemed like she had the time and was willing and such.

so, naturally, when i do go down there, she’s nowhere in sight! which, uh, made things a little awkward for me cuz a few of the other members of her department were there doing their thing, and i don’t really know any of them, so...

anyway. i don’t know if she was just further into her backroom (i only went up to their staging area, i don’t have the courage to go further), or if she had already gone home (i don’t actually know how well she follows her posted schedule, and have reason to believe that she hasn’t always in the past), but it was something that i was kinda looking forward to and after a busy shift (fuck the holiday season, we’re up to our asses in pie crusts and biscuit dough right now) with an annoying end (having to unload a truck cuz the usual guy called off), it was just...

kinda frustrating. in a stupid, petty way, but still.

thank you for listening.

[datingintampafails]

Chapter 22: Jaden*

“Better Together” Jack Johnson

I matched with Jaden*, and based on his main picture, a professionally taken headshot, I got the feeling this guy was out of my league for sure. I matched with him one time, my opening message being about his eye color, with some adjective I cannot remember, but the 24 hour window expired before he responded. A couple days later I saw him profile again, matching for a second time, my opener this attempt was simply “hello again.” He answered with “Let’s hang out.” I ask him about his intentions and he says no clue, asking me about mine. After explaining myself, he says he is “in the EXACT same boat.”

After that, I tried to get him to fill out the dating application. He refused, despite me telling him essentially I’d be asking the same questions anyway. He said he would rather learn about each other in person, which is fair. Since this is more or less the same time as Allen*, I tell him the same thing regarding waiting to get tested before I go out and meet anyone. He says “that’s nice of you.” I suggest instead a virtual drink and he just replies that he hates these times. I agree but acknowledge that at least I’m trying and once I’m negative we can get drinks in person. He asks when I took the test and I admit that I haven’t taken it yet and am getting it the following day. “At least you’re honest” he tells me. I tell him I don’t see the point of lying, which he says is a “good trait.” I make a joke about him being a realtor and that his job is not lying but putting positive spins on things and he finds that really funny for some reason.

I request that since he wouldn’t take my dating application, if I can at least ask him the most important question. He says “Yes” then “I do not like anal.” I sent him a full line of “haha”s. “Oh wait that wasn't the question sorry haha” was what he said next. Funny. “That’s a very important answer too… I’m glad” I tell him. Then I asked the actual important question, regarding children, and at first he said “I want kids, couple, not for at least 5 years or so.” I give him a “womp womp” essentially saying, wrong answer. I explain myself and then he says “Lol that'll probably be my path. [Kids are] too pricy and I want to travel and build my career.” The question with this 180 remains, is that how he really feels or is he trying to appease me? Either way it seems one of the answers was a lie or at least less truth.

After this, I send him five messages, two related to what he said, one saying I like his vibes and want to go out once my test is back, a follow up after he doesn’t reply a day later saying “if you’d like to of course,” and then “officially no rona” two days after the previous message when I got no responses. I figured this dude was bored, but he hadn’t unmatched me yet so I figured I’d still sort of try. He finally responds to that last message with a “yesssssssssss.” He tries to make plans for that afternoon but I tell him I’m working. I ask him about Saturday night, he says he has no plans so far and I say “You do now” with a wink emoji. We plan the night, settling on me cooking dinner and having some drinks at my place. I thank him for motivation/a reason to clean my house. The reason that I chose night, is I actually have a date scheduled as well with another guy for lunch.

He asks me about weed, if I smoke, getting Peter* flashbacks here. In my blurb about my feelings on weed, I specifically tell him “I prefer not on one on one time that someone be high.” He simply says “I dont act like a little stoner but I get it” I ask follow up questions which lead me to finding out he habitually, daily, smokes marijuana. I ask him about how that works during the COVID pandemic, he says that the price has gone up but otherwise it’s the same. I then inquire about what he’s up to that night. No response.

Then it’s past midnight and officially Saturday, the day we are supposed to meet up. I ask “Sooooo gameplan?” No response. I don’t want to keep messaging and messaging, so I just see if he will come back out of the woodwork. The guy that I was supposed to have lunch with messages me around that time saying unfortunately he cannot make lunch anymore, so that’s cancelled. I don’t see the point in telling Jaden* that my afternoon has freed up or anything like that.

When the day comes, my friend invites me to the beach and I say I’ll come since my daydate was cancelled and “I’m pretty sure that I’m being stood up for my nighttime date as well so I don’t care.” As we drive up to the beach, I see that lady and her two kids from when Ethan* and I was at the beach. I’m sure it's them. I’m weak in my vulnerability so I actually break down and text him, telling him that I spotted them. I do not expect a response. My friend and I had a good time at the beach, but got rained out so our four hour trip turned into only two. It was really hot outside though so we were okay with it being cut short. Still no word at all from Jaden*.

Now when it is 6:30pm, I feel that officially I have been stood up. By this point, I'd already cooked dinner and had finished it, so even if he did magically appear I would tell him too bad. I message him to redeem myself, “Well if you actually wanna meet up let me know. I’m pretty busy so my time is valuable” I also add a stone faced emoji, because I’m sick of this shit, frankly. An hour after that, he messages me “hey!!” I for some reason don’t get the notification, and when I check my phone about 40 minutes later, I just reply “lol hi.” An hour and a half after my response, he gives me his number and asks me to text him. Here’s some screenshots.

My phone rings and it’s him. “Are you in an SUV?” I am and I jump as a figure appears to my left, it is him. The lightning storm going on has transgressed into a full on rain. We quickly hug hello as he escorts me to the door and the safety of no rain.

Once inside, I am greeted by his lab, a really nice pupper that I give lots of pats to. I’m then introduced to his friend. Jaden* offers me a drink, I let him make me a drink with some local rum. It is made way too strong, and I add some of my sparkling juice to the mixture to try and soften it up. It marginally works, but I just slowly sip on it.

Both Jaden* and his friend are outgoing and friendly, we talk about random stuff, shoot the shit. Honestly, thus far I am getting along better with the friend, not in a romantic way, but just a regular way. Jaden* is a little too talkative, occasionally interrupting, and loud. I cannot tell if he is drunk, high, or whatever, but he just seems a little off. Since I have no baseline of what he is like sober, it’s hard to tell. Jaden* brags about me, essentially saying that I was so nice and awesome and was going to make him dinner, which I make a point of adding “oh don’t worry I still made it, I just ate it myself” to be cheeky. He continues talking about miscellaneous other stuff, mostly things I cannot connect to at all, as it relates to other mutual friends the other two have.

He stops at one point and says “oh! You said I have some explaining to do so here you are” and he goes on to say that he went to watch the Barcelona soccer game with friends, and upon them winning, continued the celebration with drinking all day, he repeats a few times, “it’s not a good excuse, but it’s an honest one.” I shrug and say “I mean that’s okay.” He goes on to tell another similar story about when he was in college and skipped hockey practice, again like “it’s not a good excuse but it’s an honest one.”

Then another friend comes by, it’s a female. She is nice and seems to be long time friends with them both. They (meaning the two friends of Jaden*) are discussing plans to go to another bar or something in a little, but they end up sticking around for another hour and a half. Jaden* mentions he’s hungry (munchies??) and upon looking in his fridge, there’s nothing to eat except literally lunch meat. He eats the lunch meat, offers me some, which I decline, and actually goes back a second time to eat the rest of it after 5 minutes. He complains he’s still hungry so I say I’ll look up food options for him. He orders food (McDonald’s) and offers me to get whatever I want, I’m barely hungry so I opt for some small fries and a small frozen coke.

Jaden* has prepared some weed and puts it in a vaporizer, him and the male friend partake, both myself and the other woman decline. He now brings out a guitar and tries to play the beginning of a song, making us all guess what it is. He plays so sloppily and in combination with the guitar being out of tune, I have no clue. He repeats the set of notes like five times before revealing it’s the beginning of “that one Jack Johnson song.” Upon later googling, it was “Better Together.” He asks everyone if anyone knows anything on guitar, I sheepishly go “oh I used to play as a kid, I know like one song.” I take the guitar and play the one song I know by heart on guitar in fast succession, Beethoven’s Fur Elise. They’re all just staring at me blankly, confused that this quiet chill chick just whipped out legitimate guitar skills out of nowhere. I also continue to just strum on the guitar while everyone talks, just to have something to do. Jaden* takes the guitar back to try and tune it with some app on his phone. He complains about how the app doesn’t really work to tune it and that it is still out of tune. The guitar gets put away.

Jaden* now is complaining about how he “ordered his food an hour ago and it’s still not here;” it has been fifteen minutes. His friend believes him; “it has not been an hour” I say so as to not sympathize with him. He is again bragging about me, and talking about how nice I am and that he liked that when we were talking on Bumble. The flattery is something I’m immune to but I thank him. Next he goes into a long winded story about when he partied with Justin Bieber back when he was dating Selena Gomez, “he could have had any girl he wanted at that party” he attested, “but he didn’t and he even went upstairs to talk to her on the phone. Biebs is loyal.” Also don’t really care about Biebs so I was not impressed by this anecdote. We did randomly bond over liking old Adam Sandler movies, specifically my favorite, Little Nicky, and agreed we’d watch that tonight. Randomly his dog jumped up on the couch next to me and I noticed that the dog had a boner, which was awkward and I pushed him away so I wouldn’t get humped.

The friends finally left a little before 1 am, I told Jaden* that I wanted to get going by 2 since I had stuff to do the next day and needed to get back to my dog. He says that’s fine and then gets mad about his food still not being there after at this point long enough to bitch. Now that he’s a little closer to me, I can smell his breath and it is horrid. It smells just like butt. I assume from a mix of the smoke and alcohol he had been drinking all day.

He calls McDonald's and gets in an argument with the lady. It’s really weird and off putting. On the phone he is saying how he’s worked at restaurants and know how the system works with delivery services, and the fact that they’re “still working on it” means such and such. They claim it’s already been picked up despite the app saying it hasn’t. He says he is just going to order from somewhere else. I’m arguing with him that nowhere he orders food from is going to get there quicker at this point and to just wait. Finally the UberEats updates and it will be there in 10 minutes which calms him down. He remembers he has a cookie and goes to eat it. I do find it pro status that he microwaves the cookie for a little bit. He asks me if I want some, I say sure, but then he tries to spoon feed a piece to me. I go with it; the cookie is actually pretty good. He offers me another piece, again spoon feeding it to me. A little weirdly intimate.

We go back to the couch to finally start Little Nicky. I’ve seen this movie countless times at this point so it’s not super important that I pay attention. He briefly rubs my shoulder and it feels good, I try to convince him to give me a full shoulder rub, and offer one to him as well. He gets his, I successfully break out a knot in his shoulder. When it's presumably now my turn, I get that same shoulder rubbed for maybe one minute, then he stops. Disappointing. He attempts to kiss me quite a few times, and I unenthusiastically peck/kiss back, but again, his breath is rancid so I’m not trying to get too close to that.

The food finally arrives. There’s no straws so I tried to open the top of my coke and it accidentally splattered on the (brown) couch. I run to the kitchen to get paper towels and come back to clean it. I apologize and he says it’s ok.

He’s eating his food, and is of course to my dismay chewing with his mouth open/smacking his lips, so if it wasn’t already a no go, it now officially was. I stay with my promise to just hang a little longer though. He snarfs down his food, I eat some fries and eat my frozen coke with a spoon. He’s done eating and we go back to spooning to watch the movie. He keeps lighting kind of humping me, which is just super weird, and I ignore that it’s happening. He seems to be completely flaccid which makes it even stranger.

After maybe 15 minutes, I notice that he’s no longer really laughing at the movie or doing anything, I peer back and realize this dude is sleeping. Great. I just lay there and continue to watch the movie. Honestly, I almost drift off to sleep a few times too; it’s late and I’m bored/tired. I check my watch and it’s now 1:58am. I start to get up and say “ok it’s almost 2, I gotta get going.” He awakens and grumbles at me.

He becomes legitimately angry at me for actually following through with what I said I was gonna do. “What the hell I thought we were gonna hang?” I tell him that like I came over but told him we weren’t hooking up so that shouldn’t have been an expectation. “I see, leaving at exactly 2, wow.” I’m just gathering my things and not saying a word. He mumbles at me and I cannot make out half the words he says, but says something like “I don’t think I’m the guy you’re looking for.” I respond, “I can’t really understand you right now, but yeah that’s okay.” It is clear to me this guy is not compatible with me whatsoever.

I’m still trying to be more or less not a total bitch, so I give him a peck on the forehead goodbye. I was holding my open frozen coke, so unfortunately in leaning over I again still had a little of the drink on the sofa. Whereas last time he was calm about it, now he is pissed. “AND YOU JUST KEEP SPILLING SHIT ON MY COUCH! GET IT TOGETHER!” He is being a jerk and I am no longer standing by and being friendly, “I’m gonna fucking clean it up again chill out, damn. You don’t have to be such a fucking asshole” He repeats yelling at me about his couch, that is the same color as the beverage so besides it looking wet, it will not stain. “Whatever” I say. I double check I have all my things, as the last thing I would want to do is have to come back here to get a belonging of mine. He is staring at me as I do this like “hurry up and leave. ”As I have my things and I’m about to head out the door, he randomly becomes nice again, “alright catch you later” “probably not,” I respond as I close the door behind me.

I shake my head to myself as I leave and at least the rain has stopped. I actually even feel tears sort of welling in my eyes. I am tired of having such terrible experiences, getting slack from guys I barely even know, having to put on a smile, some make-up, and put myself out there, just to be treated like shit. I drive home without incident, I think about blocking his number, but I figure that can wait until tomorrow. I get home a little before 2:30am, greet my dog, let her sniff me since I smell like another dog at this point, before changing into my pajamas again.

Later that morning, I get a text from Jaden*:

I have no reason to continue the conversation after that. I figured I would be honest because, why not. If I can at least try and teach him a lesson for the next woman, then my suffering will not be for nothing. Another night I won’t forget, similar to Peter*, but at least he did have a clean apartment before I came along.

[starryicetea]

Another pair of OCs from a RP with https://spacedorked.tumblr.com/ those are for a Invader Zim RP if youre not familiar with the show, those two are Irkens, a alien race in the show now I wrote a whole a bunch about their backtory at the post of this pic in Deviantart https://www.deviantart.com/o-starryicetea-o/art/Irken-twins-797430242 and Im not going to repeat it all rufuu so here is copy and paste if youre interested in their backstory ,,So we started this RP with a Irken named Pom kicked out and stranding on earth where we meets a human teen named Tom, they both made a agreement that Pom wouldnt try anything bad (for those who dont know Invader Zim the Irkens are a alien species that made it their goal to conquer and colonize the galaxy and the plot of the show is basically the main character who is Irken named Zim trying to invade the earth) and Tom would help Pom living on earth since he pretty much crashed and seemingly has no way out. They kinda befriend, and then Pom gets contacted by the Tallest (who are the leaders) that gets the opportunity to prove himself again taking over the earth with their help (Now at this points Pom became found of earth and his human friend so he is torn deciding whether to go backstab and go back or ultimatly stay. Stuff goes down and in the ends Pom decides to stay on earth with Tom. They then become closer and become a couple BECAUSE CUTE ROMANCE PLOT. Now to the twins (THIS IS A LONG ONE OH GOSH) We thought that in the future Pom and Tom might adopt a kid, then the idea that it could be a Irken kid (smeet) and basically the concept of Lin was born. Later on I got inspired for some secret abonded twin plot and Evi was added. Basically when they where made on their home planet (smeets are made artifical in cans) there where suddenly 2 smeets in a can which where identical twins, and my idea was that the controll brains, a robot who controlls everything, would remove everything that didnt went after plan (even if in this case its a advantage because 2 soldiers for one but I had already thought it out) so it thought that one of them must be killed, they decided to have them live for a while and see which one would be the better one to serve as soldier later. Now the twins made the plan that, if they showed the same abilities controll brains wouldnt be able to decided who is better so they opted to stay on the same level trying to appear the same in abilities. Time passes and the decision must be made.Now Im not sure how it all eventually went down but here is my rought idea. Lin shortly before the decision where maybe one last fight would go down, overheard that if there no ,,better one,, the decision would be radomnize anyway, eitherway one of them is doing to die. Lin tries to inform Evi but fails because she didnt had time before the fight. It goes down and out of panic knowing thats going to happen Lin hits fight or flight panic buttom and went to win the fight.(take in mind she didnt wanted anything bad to happend on Evi, rather she genuinly just paniced for her own survival) Evi went shocked and in her mind Lin did on purpose and backstabbed. Lin tries to explans and try to talk the brains into having them both alive but fails.Lin gets her memories erases and sent back to continue her soldier training and Evi is planned to die. Lin would a while after that go higher to the academy where,however, she sneaks into a spaceships and accidently activates it bacially YEETED from Irk their homeplanet.She would land on earth and meet Pom and Tom who take her in and she basically becomes their adoptive daughter (this is when she is around 10 years old) Meanwhile Evi is suppose to be executed but BY CHEER LUCK, a blackout happened stopping her PAK from being deactivated (HOWEVER it took some damage explained later),she took the chance and went for the run,she ends up in a abonded ghetto like part of the city where some outcast Irken hide and basically had their underground group and they take her in, holding a grudge for what happened she then proceeds to plan revenge. SKIP SOME YEARS (like maybe 4) and Evi finished planning and tracks down on earth with the outcast Irken as her small army, action goes down. Basically Evi fighting Lin and Lin trying to explain during the fight. Now what I imagine is that they accidently create a explosion interupting their fight, they both get knock out but Lin wakes up later and drags Evi with her out of the fire. Lin explains her side of what happened later and feels bad, so Pom (who became kinda friends with the leaders) tells the Tallest that they could keep Evi on earth as banishment. So Evi ends up on earth aswell and becomes the adopted daughter too living with them. Now coming to their personalities: Lin: she is very outgoing and energic person who is hyperactive (kinda like Mabel from Gravity falls) and likes to go climb spaces (I imagine she would appear out of nowhere from a space she climbed and scaring other persons who didnt see her at the moment,she is a friendly person who can be childish and oblivious to things so can be angry and serious when needed. Evi: OH.BOI Evi is a very short tempered person with a short fuse basically better not mess with hershe will on first impression seems rude and angry and rebelic, however if you see you know her better she can kinda cool once she tolerates you. She occasionally does nice things if she thinks the person deserves it tho she would never admit she likes the person enought and would shrug it off casually like ,,oh I just had spare tiime, nothing special shut up,, Now her PAK, as mentioned, Evi PAK got some damage thanks to nearly being deactivated, this resulted in her nutritions settings and stuff to messed with in results Evi turned out smaller than Lin and sometimes has energy lacks that knock her out, she would basically be one second in a temper rampage and next second have wasted so much energy on it that she just drops unconcious and then waking up a second later. Also, since I guess this would also include hormons, who are important for brain chemics and if something is messed up it would result mental illnesses, I imagined Evi would could sometimes become very instable and go manic,depressive,psychotic e.t.c She would start to wear a wristband monitor that checks her levels so she can see when something goes out of normal, and carry substitues of hormons and stuff that she would inject to avoid becoming instable which she carries in the pouch (you can see on the pic),, Still there? wow, I said it would be a bunch XD thanks for reading throught tho

[turtle-steverogers]

Back Home

this is bad. its also like midnight.  why do i write late at night, it just makes it bad.  it be like that.  this is also really fluffy tho so yay dad ralbert is back

ship: ralbert

warnings: vomit mention

editing: nuh uh

“Papaaaaaaaa!” Race braced himself for impact as his son, Andrew, barreled into him, knocking him backwards into his husband, Albert.

“Lovely to see where your loyalties lie,” Albert smirked, steadying Race before lugging their shared suitcase in behind him.  Andrew giggled loudly, detaching himself from Race and moving to latch onto Albert instead.  They had gone for the week on a short trip to Washington DC to teach a few masterclasses at the National Theatre.  Spot, their best friend and godfather to their kids, had offered to watch Andrew and Emelia while Race and Albert were gone.  Although, as Race looked around his apartment, there was no sign of Spot, or his daughter for that matter.  He frowned, concern bubbling in his stomach, but his son’s excited voice brought him back to the present.

“Missed you guys!” Andrew exclaimed, making grabby hands at Albert, who hoisted the five year old onto his hip.

“We missed you too, champ,” Albert grinned, smacking an exaggerated kiss to Andrew’s cheek, “Did you have a good time with Uncle Spottie?”

“Yeah!” Andrew said, squirming to get out of Albert’s hold and reaching his hands out to Race instead.  

Race seamlessly took Andrew away from Albert, shifting him onto his hip instead, “I’m glad you had fun, dude,” he said, finally walking to the couch to set down his carry-on bag, “Where are Uncle Spottie and Emelia, though?”

“Me and Em’s room,” Andrew said, matter-of-factly, “Em isn’t feeling good.”

Albert frowned from where he was unzipping their suitcases to put their jackets away, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Andrew nodded seriously, “She was puking all day!”

Race and Albert exchanged concerned glances behind their son’s back, “Alright, bud,” Race said, putting Andrew down, “Why don’t you go with Daddy to get washed up and I’ll go check on your sister, alright?”

Andrew nodded and hurried off in the direction of the bathroom.

“You good with that?” Race asked Albert, who was already grabbing a fresh towel from the hallway closet.

Albert made waved a dismissive hand, “I got him, go make sure our daughter isn’t dying.”

Race furrowed his eyebrows, “That was dark.”

Albert shrugged and hurried off to wrangle his son before he flooded the bathroom.  Race kicked off his shoes and headed in the direction of his children’s bedroom.  As he got closer, he could hear the unmistakable sounds of retching coming from the other side of the door.  He knocked lightly before entering.  

“Hey,” he greeted softly.  Spot was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand on Emelia’s back.  His daughter looked incredibly weak and was leaned over the side of the mattress, vomiting violently into a trashcan.

Spot looked up when he entered and offered Race a tired smile, “Heya, Racer, how was DC?”

“It was pretty good,” Race said, “Only lost Al once on a segway tour,”

Spot scoffed, “Wouldn’t expect anything less from that idiot.”

“He was easy enough to find,” Race said before diverting his attention to his sick daughter, “What’s wrong, bug?” he asked, kneeling in front of Emelia and pushing a few strands of sweaty hair away from her forehead.

“Don’ feel good,” She managed, gagging again and pitching forward towards the trash can.  Race looked up at Spot, who was frowning at Emelia sympathetically.

“Poor thing’s been throwing up since 10:00 this morning,” Spot said, “Tried to call you and Al, but I couldn’t reach you.”

“Has she just been throwing up, or..”

Spot nodded, “Yeah, mostly.  Complained about being achey, too.  I’ve been taking her temperature throughout the day, but it’s been normal.” Race relaxed a bit, “Okay, good.  Thanks, Spottie.”

“You gonna take her to a doctor?” “I’ll probably make an appointment tomorrow sometime.”

Spot hummed approvingly, right as Andrew, followed by a rather flustered looking Albert, busted through the door, wearing his duck wrap around towel.  Albert’s shirt was soaked and Andrew still had shampoo in his hair.  Race and Spot cast questioning glances to Albert, who simply shrugged.

“One second, we were shampooing, the next he was running,” Albert said, wringing out his shirt onto the carpet.

“Stop that,” Race scolded.  Albert held his hands up in mock surrender.

“What’s wrong, bud?” Race questioned Andrew gently, who looked slightly overwhelmed by the cluster of people in the room.

“I didn’t want Uncle Spottie to leave without saying goodbye,” He said, lower lip starting to tremble.

“Hey, whoa,” Spot said, finally moving from his spot on the bed to squat in front of his godson, “I wasn’t gonna go nowhere without saying goodbye, champ, but why don’t we finish getting you washed up first?”

Andrew nodded, then turned to look up at his fathers with pleading eyes, “Can Uncle Spottie finish helping me?”

Albert and Race raised their eyebrows, amused, “I don’t see why not,” Race said, “We’d better be careful, Al.  Spot might just steal our children away from us.”

Spot picked Andrew up, skillfully avoiding his soapy hair, “I might just,” he said as he left for the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“How’s she doing?” Albert asked, his question punctuated by another retch from Emelia.  He winced, “Not so good I take it?”

“Yeah, we should take her in tomorrow,” Race said, perching himself next to Emelia on the bed, “No fever, though.”

“That’s good,” Albert said, sitting in a straddle on the floor beside the trash can.  He reached up to rub Emelia’s shoulder, “Hey, sweet pea.”

“Hey, Daddy,” Emelia said, shakily.

“Did you have a good week?” Emelia nodded and Albert smiled, “I missed you and Andrew.”

“Missed you, too,” Emelia said, yawning.

“Getting tired?” Race asked.  Emelia nodded, eyelids drooping, “Alright, pea, let’s getcha changed outta these sweaty clothes, then you can sleep.”

“Uncle Spottie still here?” Emelia asked, sleepily, as Race helped her into a new nightgown that Albert had gotten from her drawer.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure he peeps in to say goodbye, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Do you want me or Daddy to stay with you while you fall asleep?” Race asked, tucking her back into bed.

“Daddy,” Emelia said, reaching out for Albert, who took Race’s place on the bed.

“Alright, princess,” Race said, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead, “I love you, goodnight.”

“Love you, too,” Emelia curled into Albert’s side, “Can you read me a book?”

“Sure, love,” Albert said, petting a hand through her hair, “What book?”

“Jack and Annie!”

“Alrighty, did Uncle Spottie start a new one with you?”

“Yeah, the one with the leprechaun,” Emelia said.  Albert nodded and turned to ask Race to pass him the book, only to find that his husband was already holding out Magic Tree House, Leprechaun in Late Winter, for him.  

“Thanks, babe,” He smiled, taking the book and tilting his head back slightly for a kiss.  

Race bent down and pecked him on the lips, “Yep.  I’ma go check on Spot and Andrew.”

“Sounds good,” Albert said, opening the book and beginning to read out loud.  Race took the trash can Emelia had been using and left the room.  Spot and Andrew were sat at the kitchen counter, playing with Andrew’s Hot Wheels.  It looked like Spot had successfully gotten Andrew ready for bed, because he was no longer soapy and was sporting his favorite Star Wars pajamas.

“Papa, come play!” He declared, crashing his car into Spot’s, who let out a noise of fake offence.

“That is no way to treat Mr. Speedsy,” Spot said, hugging the black car he was holding to his chest.  

Andrew shrieked with laughter and Race smiled at the scene in front of him, “I think playtime is over,” he said, crossing over to the other two, “Uncle Spottie has to get home and you, Mr. Hot Wheels, need to get to bed.”

“Five more minutes?” Andrew pouted, sticking his bottom lip out.

“Nope, it’s time to call it a night,” Race said, firmly, “C’mon, bud.”  He plucked his son out of the kitchen chair and used one hand to put the Hot Wheels back in their box.

Spot followed them to the kid’s bedroom, stopping in the doorway and watching as Race tucked Andrew in, “Bye Andrew, bye Em,” he called quietly.

“Bye, Uncle Spottie,” Both children said in unison.  

Race crossed to the doorway and pulled him into a brief hug, “Thank you so much for watching them this week, man.  Seriously.”

“Yeah, we appreciate it so much,” Albert said, also standing to hug Spot, “Lunch tomorrow?  Our treat?”

“Sure,” Spot smiled, “And it’s no problem.  It’s always a pleasure to watch the munchkins.  Take care you two and I hope Emelia feels better.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, thanks again,” Race said, clapping him on the back.

“Bye.”

“Bye, Spottie.”

They watched as Spot let himself out of the apartment, then turned back to their kids.

“You go get ready for bed,” Albert said, “I’ll finish up with them.”

Race sighed gratefully, the exhaustion from the week finally hitting him, “Thanks.”

“I’ll be in soon,” Race shot him a thumbs up and left to change into his pajamas, opting to shower in the morning.  

Twenty minutes later, as promised, a tired looking Albert climbed into bed next to Race, who bookmarked his book and wrapped his arms around his husband.

“They out?” He asked into Albert’s hair.

“Like lights.  I got Emelia a fresh trash can, too.”

“Awesome,” They lapsed into silence, breathing in each other’s presence blissfully.

“I love this, you know,” Albert said after a few minutes.

“Hm?”

“This,” Albert gestured vaguely, “All this domestic shit.  I love it.”

Race smiled, warmth spreading through his chest, “Yeah,” he murmured, “I love it, too.”

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[jugheadangst]

Wine Snob

Pairing: Jughead x Reader / Jughead x Betty

Word count: 3,486

Summary: An AU where Jughead has been living with his mother this whole time but is now visiting his father over the summer during his break from college. He hit it off with Betty but it is you, the reader, the ends up stealing his heart in the end. Considering the nature of this fic, obviously the characters are over 21.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, tsundere af reader, kissing and touching but not much else - similar to the last one

A/N: ALLOW ME TO GO OFF ON A TANGENT for reference - I suggest any wine by Prophecy tbh. their bottle art is inspired by tarot cards. their sauvignon blanc is my favorite. the bitterness is to die for. Curious Beasts’ chardonnay is also delicious. but dont drink any wine from california because that shit is absolute trash water. just pay the extra money for imports. you’ll thank yourself later. i’ve yet to taste a marlborough wine i dont like sO THERE U GO.

Jughead doesn't like to admit it but he's kind of a sentimental guy. Broody as he might be, when it involves him and someone he cares about, he wants things to be special. Just right. Perfect, even. And so it goes without saying for the date he has with Betty that evening. They had never been close. How could they? Last he knew, she had been pining for Archie. But that was before Jughead's parents separating and before he moved away with his mom and little sister. He had always been given the option to visit his dad over the holidays - he had even been encouraged to do so. But he never actually did. He couldn't forgive his dad for not being able to hold it together for the sake of his family. For a long time, Jughead hated his sad and sorry ass. But as he grew from an adolescent to a young adult - from high school to college - that anger faded. And although he still couldn't forgive his father for being the reason why his family had to fall apart, Jughead could at least tolerate him now. So he decided to finally spend a summer with FP after all these years. Yet it wasn't his father who Jughead has been spending most of the summer with. Instead, it's been Betty. And tonight was the night he hoped to make a move into something serious between the two of them.

But what did it mean to Jughead to make a first date between him and Betty special? He thought that wine might be a good place to start. So he found himself at a store that sold wine exclusively. Not quite his daddy's local liqueur agency.

When Jughead entered, the ring of the bells above the glass door echoed throughout the empty store. For a moment he thought that he was the only one there but far in the back of the store, he heard the tinkling of bottles knocking against bottles.

"Hello!" a voice called out. "I'm back here if you need any assistance!"

Jughead took one long look around the store and called back, "I think I'm going to need assistance."

Standing at the front of the store was a new face. You didn't get these very often. Anyone passing through Riverdale would opt for a more convenient means of attaining their alcohol - grocery stores, mostly. The only ones who passed through the doors were regulars. And this wasn't one of them.

"Is there anything in particular that you're looking for?" It's the first question you always ask on the rare occasion you get new customers.

"Not really," the guy mutters. "I don't actually know anything about wine."

"First time buying?"

"Yeah."

"Best to start with something sweet, then. Although in this summer heat, dry is sometimes better. How well do you hold your alcohol?"

The poor man looks at a loss for words. His mouth is open and his eyes are darting around the store. His visible confusion is beginning to develop into panic.

Sighing, he says, "Look, it's for a date. It's my first one with her. I'm not a drinker and I highly doubt she is, either. I just want something nice."

You pause for a moment before responding, giving him a long look. It's not uncommon for people to become overwhelmed when they seek out a wine that isn't Arbor Mist from the bottom shelf of a grocery store but you can't help but feel like he's being a little rude right now.

"Fine," you say. "Rosé it is. Sweet, like I already said."

Without another word or beckon, you begin walking to the section of the store that sticks out from the rest of the shelves by color alone. This is where liquid in every tint and shade of pink imaginable is kept and it's a favorite among the regulars.

The man stands still in front of the selection and stares blankly at the bottles. You stand next to him, waiting.

"Any suggestions?" he asks, weakly.

You point out a bottle with a blonde woman on the front of it.

"Prophecy makes great wines of every varietal. And the price isn't too expensive either. It's a personal favorite of mine."

Reaching out and taking the bottle that had been pointed to, the man follows you to the register thereafter. He hands you some money and leaves with a muttered, "thanks."

Hopefully you never see that miserable brood again.

The date did not go as Jughead had hoped. Try as hard as he may to have made it special. But how could he have known? As far as he's concerned, it wasn't his fault.

Jughead arrived at her house early and although she was still getting ready, he waited patiently in the living room meanwhile avoiding her mother's glares from the kitchen. He escaped out the front door as soon as Betty made it to the bottom of the stairs.

"So where are you taking me?" she has asked. And Jughead smiled in response. But that's all he did. Shaking his head when Betty prodded for more answers. Once you arrived at your destination, however, she shook her own head and rolled her eyes, muttering, "Sweetwater River? I should have know." Her tone had been playful, though.

"You should have known by the time we started walking through the trees," Jughead had pointed out. And they shared a laugh.

They shared a lot of laughs, in fact. From within his messenger bag slung across his shoulder, Jughead had pulled out a small blanket just big enough for the two of them to sit closely together. He certainly had not intended it to be this way - his bag was small and it was the only way he could fit the wine in along with it.

Which he eventually brought out. Once Jughead thought that him and Betty had settled in and gotten comfortable with each other, that's when he decided to open up the rosé wine he had bought earlier that day. And the laughing stopped. Betty's expression went blank and she just stared at the bottle in Jughead's hands.

"Would you like some?" he asked.

"Not really," she answered, looking away.

"What's wrong?" Jughead asked. "You don't like wine?"

"I don't like alcohol. Period."

"Okay, well, I didn't know. I was just trying to be...romantic, I guess."

The tone of Jughead's voice was deflated and he turned to shove the bottle back into his bag. But when he turned back, Betty was in tears.

"What's wrong?" he repeated. Jughead had moved in to hug her, an attempt to comfort her, but Betty shoved him away. Hard, too.

"Get the fuck away from me!" she shouted. Before he could even process what was going on, Betty was on her feet and running. He could hear her sobs fade as she moved through the woods.

"Goddammit," he muttered. And he got to his feet as well because there was no reason to stick around. Collecting the blanket and stuffing it in where the piece of shit wine bottle already was, Jughead made his way in the direction that Betty disappeared off to. But he wasn't chasing after her. No. He was going home.

Later Jughead would learn from Archie why Betty had reacted so poorly to the offer of alcohol. It had a lot to do with why things became sour between the two of them. According to Archie, he had drank a little too much and they had gotten into a fight. Archie wasn't too kind to her. He thinks that she might have a little bit of trauma attached to what happened and has therefore developed an aversion to alcohol.

"It triggers her," Archie supposed.

"And you know what?" Jughead asked - but, before Archie could respond, he answered his own question. "I don't blame her. Shit like what happened between you and Betty is how my own parents' split developed. So fuck you." Jughead hung up the phone before Archie could say anything back and he ignored follow up calls and texts thereafter.

It sucked what happened between him and Betty. But what sucked even more is that someone Jughead considered to be a friend could turn out to be such an awful person. At one time, he would have sworn that Archie was better than that. But time changes people. And so does alcohol, Jughead supposes. If his own father was any example.

The bottle that had only been partly responsible for his bad date hadn't left his messenger bag since he stuffed it in that night. Not knowing what else to do with it, Jughead had decided to just go ahead and drink it. Or at least try it to taste. Who knows? He might like it. But when he went to go get the bottle from the messenger bag that had laid abandoned by the door since that ill-fated night, it was nowhere to be found.

"Dad..." Jughead muttered with a sigh, shaking his head. It wasn't even worth confronting FP about stealing his ten dollar bottle of wine or about going through his personal possessions. Jughead knows that where it concerns his father, it's best to pick his battles, so he snatches up his keys and decides to drop into the store for another bottle. This time he'll keep it well hidden if he doesn't end up polishing it off by himself. He figures if both his dad and former best friend can do it, why not him, too?

It had been about a week since you'd first seen that rather rude newcomer. You almost thought your wish came true - that you'd never see him again. But as your (albeit bad) luck would have it, that afternoon he returns. You have enough time to expel an exasperated sigh before he reaches the back of the store where you are.

Forcing a smile, you greet him. "What can I help you with today?" Before he can respond, you add, "More delicious rosé wine or are you looking to expand your palate?"

"I'll take your word for it that the wine you sold me is delicious. I wouldn't know. My dad drank it."

Rude as ever, you observe.

"But what about your date?"

"It was a disaster."

You stare at him and he stares back at you. After a long pause, you ask, "So...what is it you're looking for today?"

"Any suggestions for the man that will remain perpetually single?"

"No man remains single with the right wine, I'll assure you that."

His response is the last thing you're expecting. And he looks you dead in the eye as he poses the question, too.

"Does that mean you'll go on a date with me if I pick out the right wine?" You might just be imagining things but you could swear you see an eyebrow of his quiver - as if he's trying his hardest to repress a smug expression.

And broody, standoffish personality be damned, this guy is pretty cute. If you're honest to yourself and fair to him, people tend to say that you're not the most approachable individual, either. Birds of a feather, you suppose.

"I don't know," you reply with a shrug. "For a guy who knows nothing about wines, how could you possibly know what the right one is?"

"I'll figure it out," he says. "I'll do some research and come back to you."

You begin to feel a nervous, giddy feeling welling up in your stomach and it creeps its way up to your throat. You can't remember the last time you felt the flutter of a new romantic possibility and although you had your doubts about this guy at first, you can't deny the attraction that's started to develop.

"Fine," you give in with a sigh. "Do what you gotta' do and pick out a wine that impresses me. But be warned - I'm the one who picks out all the wine sold here so every bottle here is the best if I do say so myself."

"Well that just makes it easy then, doesn't it?" The guy is smiling and he's not repressing any expression of smugnes now.

"Get out of here," you mutter with a wave of your hands. "Don't come back at all, for all I care."

"You care," he says. "You will."

The still broody but now cute man is about to let himself out of the store before you call out to stop him. You just realized something.

"What's your name, anyway?"

"Jughead."

Rather than tell him that that's the stupidest name you've ever heard, you opt to share your own name, instead. And the way he says your name when he calls back a "see you soon" might have made your skin crawl with goosebumps.

Jughead doesn't know a damn thing about wine. But he does his research just as he says he was going to. It's just that it doesn't real help him. Like, at all. He's reading up on everything related to vintage, varietal, and vineyards, but with so many variations of all three, Jughead can't even begin to imagine how anyone could ever possibly pick a favorite from among it all.

But that's when he remembers. The pretty lady at the wine store does have a favorite and she told him. It was the wine he had bought for his date with Betty. She said it was a personal favorite.

That would be the right wine; no research required.

You feel like this Jughead guy walks in a little cocky. That's the first sign that gives away how in for it you really are. But you won't let him take away the spoils just yet. Jughead can walk in with a head full of knowledge and still pick out a wine you don't particularly care for. Though, since working at the store, you've developed a taste for almost everything. You still have your favorites.

"What have you got for me?" you ask him.

And he doesn't respond. Instead, Jughead slinks across the store to the section you had introduced him to the first time he entered. He looks at you. Looks at the bottles. Looks back at you and reaches out for the wine you had suggested.

"It's a personal favorite, no?" You almost want to slap the smile off his face if it wasn't how damn smooth he was being right now.

"That hardly took any effort on your part," you mutter as you ring him up.

"You didn't say I had to work hard for it," Jughead points out. "Just that I had to pick the right wine."

"You win, okay?" Locking eyes with Jughead, you ask, "Now what?"

"Now we go on a date," he responds. That smile you wanted to slap has turned into a shit-eating grin. What have you gotten yourself into?

Lacking any originality whatsoever, Jughead takes you to Sweetwater River. You know this is probably where he had taken his original date - the one that failed so miserably, according to him - but you hardly even care. You quite like the woods and the water. Just because Jughead a poor experience with one woman here didn't mean he had to have a poor experience with another. In fact, you're kind of looking forward to showing him the opposite. Not to get too far ahead of yourself or anything but you've been thinking about him a lot. You also think you're at least a little bit curious about what could happen between you two. Perhaps you were just a tad judgmental. First impressions aren't necessarily the true.

"I don't imagine you had any room for glasses in that little bag of yours," you say with a smile.

"What?" Jughead asks in response. "Got a problem with sharing saliva?"

You laugh and turn away, hoping that Jughead doesn't see the blush that's slowly creeping up your cheeks. You're worried about losing your calm and cool demeanor but this boy is breaking down your defenses and it's almost like he knows it.

After passing the bottle back and forth a few times, you wonder if he likes the taste. And he shrugs, saying that it's alright.

"Maybe if I hang out with you a little while longer, I'll develop a taste for this stuff." Jughead's gaze is piercing into your own and you feel your lips part, your response getting caught in the back of your throat.

"Do you...I mean, is that what you want? To hang out more?"

"Do you?"

"I do."

You don't even hesitate in your response. To cover the pressure of saying anything else or responding to whatever he might say next, you snatch the bottle and begin drinking deeply.

"Save some for me!" Jughead shouts, slapping at your hand and laughing.

The sudden influx of alcohol is something like a shock to your system. You rock back and forth a little bit, feeling quite woozy and dizzy in the head, before collapsing on Jughead. He catches you, though, and you don't notice at first but slowly you begin to realize that he's not pushing you upright. He's holding you in his arms - quite tightly, if you're not mistaken. So you let yourself slip lower so that you're laying in his laps with his arms still wrapped around your shoulders. He's leaning down to compensate for the length you slipped to. And as you gaze up at him, you can see the faint light of stars beginning to peek out of the purple-blue sky as night creeps across the landscape.

"You feeling okay?" Jughead asks. His voice is soft and you relish the deepness it has compared to the sound of when he speaks normally.

You reach up and run a hand across the skin of his cheek, soft as his voice, and whisper, "I feel great."

What you do next can't even be blamed on the alcohol because it's something you've been thinking about since you put Jughead up to the challenge of finding the right wine. Those lips - when he smiles, when he speaks - are just too tempting. So you close the distance between you and him. Reaching up with your other hand, you pull Jughead down and kiss him. Softly, slowly, tentatively at first. Exploring the possibility that he wants this like you do. And when he doesn't pull away, you know that he does. He kisses back harder than you do; gestures more aggressive. You don't mind it at all.

You're losing yourself in the moment of simply kissing and touching. It's been awhile since you've experienced anything remotely similar to this so this alone is enough. But Jughead breaks the moment when he pulls away, a soft pant brushing against the skin of your lips as he does so.

"Are you sure?" he asks. And you wonder what he means. "About this. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm not drunk," you tell him. And you're not. Truly. A little tipsy, sure. Fuzzy around the edges, still dizzy in the head. But, god, you're feeling good. And you feel so much better when his lips are pressing against yours while his fingertips brush against every little bit of skin he can find.

He pauses before he goes on with what he has to say.

"It's not that I don't believe you." He brushes a bit of hair behind your ear and smiles. "I trust you. But drunk or not. I don't want to take advantage of you even being tipsy."

How honorable. You want to roll your eyes but you don't want to be disrespectful to him, either. Not when he's trying to be respectful to you. Because how many other guys wouldn't have scooped you up back to their place by now? Or have just taken you as you are right then?

"Okay," you whisper - albeit reluctantly. "Do we have to stop kissing, though? I really like this."

"I like it, too," Jughead agrees, his smile growing. "And I suppose not." His fingers are trailing underneath your shirt, from your hips up to your ribs and then back down again. "But not much else, okay?"

"Okay," you say again.

Disappointed as you might be, there's a level of comfort you feel welling up from deep within you. It's the feeling of trust. Of certainty. That if this is how he's treating you now, whatever develops from tonight will be special. And if he ever hurts you, it won't be out of intention or selfishness. That's not something you've experienced in a long time - if ever, now that you think about it. And if that's what you're in for, you're okay with waiting it out by simply kissing and touching in the meantime. It'll be worth it.

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[got7doubleb]

You’re my playground, Mark+Jinyoung, G, 1.2k words

Jinyoung reminisces about his childhood dreams in a playground he used to play in and Mark comes running in, quite literally.

A/N: The prompt was GOT7 - Playground. For lack of creativity in the title you can sue me (plz dont sue me i am actually broke). I hope you like it. i am sorry it took so long to complete and thank you for requesting this <3

crossposted on ao3

Jinyoung swung himself absentmindedly on the playground swing, not paying mind that the swing was probably only meant for children. His eyes wandered around the rest of the playground, watching how the leaves falling from nearby trees fell on top of the colourful installment. There were times when he was younger that he loved climbing and sliding off of it, his mother talking to the neighbours as she waited for him to be done. His mother at the time probably about his age, 30 years old and three healthy children under her belt. Jinyoung on the other hand, was too deep in his work to consider dating, far from even the idea of children, despite still taking a fondness of them.

He pondered upon how nice it would have been if he was here with his daughter rather than alone. He cannot imagine how happy he would feel when his son would pull him mercilessly towards the playground the way he did to his mother. He wondered how he had to pretend a stern face as they have to leave when the fondness he would feel of the small child’s elation of the playground. It was easy for him to imagine the happiness a child could bring to his life but it was a bit difficult to imagine a partner who would stand by his side, laughing along at the antics of their child whether daughter or son.

When he was a lot younger, he had imagined his wife would be demure and well-mannered. The kind his mother would approve of in a heartbeat. Though, adolescence proved that Jinyoung didn’t fall for the kind his mother would approve easily. Love and heartbreak in his past proved Jinyoung’s did not know gender and whether at the end of the day he wanted a wife or a husband to hold the other side of his child’s hand, it truly did not matter. In his dreams of his happy family, his child loved them both and that was really all he wanted.

The approaching sunset was making the whole playground seem somber. Daylight was becoming shorter as winter approached and Jinyoung looked at his watch telling himself five more minutes before he rejoined his overbearing family for dinner.

“Ahjussi, can i play?” Jinyoung almost jumped at the question asked to him in English. He peered to his side to find a young girl, a natural pink blush forming on her smooth skin. Her dark hair in adorable but slightly wonky pigtails. Jinyoung was frozen, mouth hanging both from the shock of his life when a girl came out of nowhere, speaking in English and the said girl was looking at him with adorable puppy eyes.

“Kylie! Don’t disturb him! You can take turns with Leila!” An alarmed voice of a man called from behind them in fluent English. Jinyoung turned to see a handsome young man approach them with smaller girl walking hand in hand next to him. When he reached them, he held her shoulder with his free hand then turned to Jinyoung.

“I’m sorry. She is a little too excited sometimes,” he said in surprisingly fluent Korean. “Please don’t worry about us!”

“Oh no! It’s alright! I should be going anyway. It’s all yours!” Jinyoung fumbled getting to his feet in haste to insist that the rightful children get to play with the swing instead of him, a thirty year old man who can't help his daydreams.

“I’m sorry,” the young man simpered as the two girls excitedly took Jinyoung’s place on the swing.

“Ahjusshi, PUSH!” The older between the two shrieked excitedly, holding Jinyoung’s hand in his arm before Jinyoung could escape.

“Kylie, no! Uncle Mark would push you!” The older man said in a tone of panic.

“But who is going to push Leila?” the elder of the two girls pouted. Jinyoung stood still, entertained by the argument suddenly unfolding in front of him.

Mark looked stumped for a moment before he gathered himself to stand between the two swings. “I can push both of you.” he tried to hide the doubt in his voice but Jinyoung could hear his the raise in his pitch.

“It’s alright, I can play,” Jinyoung turned to the girl who was gripping his hand, smiling. He turned to Kylie, the elder one and braved his flawed English to say “What is your name, little girl?”

“Kylie,” she said, suddenly shy now that Jinyoung’s attention was all on her. Jinyoung could feel her uncle’s gaze on him but tried his best to ignore it.

“You want me to push you on the swing?” Jinyoung’s heart burst with adoration at how she cutely tilted her head before nodding shyly, the excitement bouncing in her as she wiggled in the swing, anticipating Jinyoung to push her. Jinyoung stood behind her swing, looking at Mark’s face with an assuring smile before planting his feet.  

“Push, push, push!” she shrieked, making her little sister imitate her in a mispronounce manner. Jinyoung couldn’t help but giggle at the scene, following her orders, peeping again at the dumbfounded Mark. Jinyoung abided to Kylie who obviously had his heart on a leash from her adorable impatience and gently started a momentum for Kylie to enjoy.

“I hope this is ok?” Jinyoung said to Mark, swapping back to his mother tongue, quietly so the kids won’t hear them. Mark seemed to snap out of his daze from Jinyoung’s words, his arms mechanically pushing Leila in her swing, mimicking Jinyoung’s pace.

“No, No. I should be the one apologizing. They don’t really know boundaries,” Mark said, head bowing slightly in embarrassment. Jinyoung could see from the corner of his eyes that Mark’s ears were turning slightly red. “I’m sorry to bother you.”

Jinyoung knew that actually he was glad to be bothered because he loves children and maybe Mark was very very attractive but instead he opted to just smile, pretending to sing along to the english nursery rhyme Kylie had started singing, allowing himself the luxury of the companion of children.

Mark and Jinyoung idly chatting about how his family had visited him in Korea and decided it would be fun to travel to Jinhae for the weekend. They were heading back to Seoul the next day and Kylie had persuaded him to accompany them to the playground they loved so much for one last time.

Jinyoung traded his own stories; telling Mark about his mundane work in Seoul and how he was home to visit his parents. Jinyoung hadn’t made a new friend in quite sometime and the fact that he was able to make the conversation flow so well was admirable.

The daylight was almost nearly gone and the street lights had started to turn on when Mark finally stopped pushing Leila, Jinyoung following suit despite the painful tugging in his heart when he realized it was over.

“Alright, kids, it’s late now. Your mom’s going to kill me if i don’t bring you guys back,” Mark’s english was fluent and heavily accented that it made Jinyoung’s heart do a little flip.

“Well, thank the handsome man for playing with you,” Mark said lookin at Kylie. Kylie shyly looked at him, her right toe drawing nervous circles on the pavement.

“Thank you, ahjussi,” she mumbled, quickly hiding herself behind Mark’s leg.

“Thank you, Jinyoung,” Mark said, his smile making Jinyoung’s face feel a little heated. Jinyoung waved as they walked away, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face. He was never going to see their faces again and it made him a little sad but for that moment, they had let him revisit his playground. The playground he had thought he had lost from adulthood.

-o0o-

~~part two is coming along soon!

[zenyattayatta]

Can you PLEASE do a junkrat x reader where they have been together since australia when they were young and when they are introduced to the overwatch team some of them (Mccree, Hanzo, maybe even tracer) all are flirting with her hardcore and jamison gets all insecure and possesive?

Through Thick and Thin

A/N: I dont know why, but i got a bit stumped on this one. 

“Jamison Fawkes,what did I tell you about blowing things up?” The young boy flinches at yourstern voice. Your small hands on his leg working to disinfects the cuts andscrapes of small Aussie.

He gives you a toothy grin. “But the explosions looks sopretty!” The eight-year-old motions with exaggeration, arms spread wide and out.His eyes open wide as he makes an assortment of ‘Kabooms’ and ‘bang bangs’ witha hushed tone. You giggle at his extravagantness before remembering you have tosay firm.

“I know there pretty cool but you need to be careful, Jamie!”You finish rubbing down a sterile bandage, pausing to look over your handiwork.“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Jamison frowns, placing a hang up top your head. “Don’t worry,me love! I ain’t going nowhere.” He places a cross over his heart. “Swear it onmy dead body.”

You smile, “Alright, Jamie but you gotta promise!” You promptlyspit in the palm of your hand before outstretching it to him. He looks at it abit hesitant.

“I ain’t shakin’ to that, mate.” He crosses his arms overhis chest while shaking his head. “Girls have cooties!”

“I do not have cooties!” You exclaim, visually upset. Hesticks his tongue out at you.

“Yea you do!” He states matter-of-factly. “All girls havecooties!”

You pout, crossing your hands over your chest beforetrotting away. Jamison frowns, suddenly worried by your silent treatment. Notlong after he trots behind spouting apologies.

You wake up as the dropship feels some turbulence. The roughand tumble of it makes you sink further into Junkrat’s arm. His metal hand goesto tangle with yours as he leans back into you.

“There, there.” He soothes. “We almost there, darl. Noworries.”

You grip on his hand tightens, as you look at the loosebolts and screws of mechanical hand. “Jamison…”You drawl. He flinches at the familiar tone. “Have you been poking at theimprovements I made to your arm?” He immediately lets go of your hand, crossinghis arms over his chest to hide his hand away.

“Got no idea what your talkin’ about, love.” He answersavoiding your eyes. You shake your head leaning bit forward to look at your third companion. The larger Junker readingaway at some book he’d picked up during his last heist.

“Mako?” He turns to look at you, thinking over what you justasked the other junker. There’s a cough before he speaks, ratting out his boss.

“He was messing around with the finger joints while youslept.”

Junkrat grunts before jabbing at Roadhog in the gut. “How‘bout ya mine ya own business next time, huh!”  He huffs.

“Thank you, Mako.” You smile appreciatively. Junkratgrumbles under his breath, sinking into his seat begrudgingly. He only stopswhen you kiss his shoulder, leaning back into him in apology. Shortly after,Athena announces the decent of the drop shit. You were more than excited to getoff the ship, gripping harder at Junkrat’s hand as you felt the shift of theship.

The number of recalled agents was a short list, that youknew.

However, upon arrival you are greeted by a couple of strangefaces in quite a variety of clothing. The sheer difference of each astoundingyou as you’ve never seen it before. The briefing was fast, well as fast as itcould have been. Junkrat almost attacked Winston the minute began speaking tothe three of you. However, with your calming presence and Roadhog’s ratherimpressive grip, both of you were able to talk him down.

He calls over two of the others standing not too far behindhim, a man and woman. He asks that they show you around while he spoke to thetwo other Junkers on their profession. A man in a cowboy hat is the first toapproach you. His eyes held a charming glint as he walked up towards you.

“Names McCree, Jesse McCree.” He said extending his hand outfor you to shake. You smile in return, introducing yourself before you noticethe handiwork on his metal arm.

“Woah,” You remark, jerking the cowboys arm towards yourselffor a better look. “Your arm is incredible.”

The comment catches the attention of your Junker not toofar. He watches as you hold the hand of the older man running a finger over thetechnology of his arm. Junkrat squints his eyes, a hand unconsciously runningover his own looking at the two of you. A strong pang hits his chest and hefrowns.

McCree on the other hand is a bit surprised but relishes inthe attention nonetheless. He laughs a bit, extending his arm out to you for abetter look.  His poncho sways back andhis hand touches yours momentarily as he hikes up his sleeve a bit more foryour viewing pleasure.

“You think?” He asked nonchalantly, flexing his arm with asmirk. “I’ve had this ol’ thing for years.”

You nod with a smile. “Well, it’s very well taken care of.”

“Oi, McCree! Why do you always make a show of things?” Avoice draws your attention. Your eyes look over to the small and petite woman beforeyou. In flash she’s by your side, an arm over your shoulders.

“Names Tracer, Love!” She announces with a wink. “Winston’stold me your gonna be one of our new engineer!”

You nod, a flush over your features at her boldness. “Yes, Iworked as one in the outback. I helped draft and make the weapons the Junkershave…” Your eyes trail down to the mechanism on her chest. Suddenly, yourcaptivated again.

“Wanna take a look, yeah?” She asks smiling at how you stareat it interested. You nod, leaning in. Tracer puffs her chest out tossingMcCree a look while your eyes look over her tech in amazement. The Cowboyfrowns, placing his hands on his hips.

“It’s so pristine and clean,” You remark, watching as themechanism spins and turns. “So unlike the tech I’ve seen before.”

“There’s a lot more like it round these parts.” McCree opts,“Say, you hungry? Dinner should be starting up soon in the mess hall.”

“Yes, actually.” You say a bit sheepishly.

“Let me take you there then.” McCree takes your arm in his,grinning at Tracer in victory.  Thebrunette pouts in response ready to make a move on of her own.

It’s then that Junkrat hobbles over, placing a hand aroundyour waist and pulling you towards him. “Jamison?” You asked a surprised at hisaction. He shoots a deadly glare over to the two before you, arms tightening atyour waist. “Jamison, what’s wrong?”

The air seems to shift and Tracers smile diminishes ever so slightly.“I, um, would you like us to leave you two alone?” She asks.

You shake your head, “Just give is a moment.”

“I don’t like ‘em.” He remarks looking over your shoulder tosee them waiting for you not too far off. He shoots them another glare as you grabhis face to look at you.

“You don’t even know them, Jamison.” You deadpan.

He growls. “Well, I just don’t like how they act with ya,alright!”

You raise a brow. “Friendly?”

He shakes his head, frustration building up as he balled hisfists at his side. You release his face, sighing.

“I’m going to go grab dinner at the mess hall. We’ll talkabout this later, alright?” You move to meet his gaze, offering a small smilebefore kissing his cheek. His face softens slightly and his grip on youloosens. He watches as you leave his hold to join the others, shoulders slumpedin defeat.

By the time, Tracer and McCree let you go its late into theevening. The suns about to dip into the horizon and dinner had just ended. Youhad been a little concerned seeing only Roadhog in the mess hall but came tothe conclusion that Junkrat was probably in his assigned lab. Working away onhis explosions, excited to have his own area to experiment.

However, there’s something amiss as you walk into hisassigned room.

“Not in your lab, Jamie?” You ask, as he slouches over hisdesk. A disassembled frag grenade scattered about. You raise a brow when hedoesn’t reply, walking over you look over him.  The fire in those jasper eyes is dimmed and heisn’t as giddy as per the normal when greeting you. He works sluggishly like he’slost deep in thought. From the grim look on his face, you know it can’t begood.

“Jamie?” You reach out to place a hand on his shoulder. Hisback is towards you as he busies himself with a mine bomb. Immediately, heswats it away.  You stand a bit stunnedat the rejection but don’t push it for any more physical contact. “Jamison,talk to me.”

He growls in frustration. Slamming his fists on the desk,startling you. “Why don’t ya hang out with ya new buddies or somethin’, huh?” There’ssomething sour in the way he speaks but you choose to ignore it.

“Jamison,” There’sthat tone again. You shift to lean the messy desk, careful to avoid anythingthat looks like it will blow up at your touch. “I’m not going anywhere till youtell me what’s wrong.” You cross your arms while staring at him. He stares offtrying not to meet your gaze. Suddenly, he looks deflated. He didn’t want to Thepointer finger of his left-hand taps away at the desk as his leg bounces inunison. “And you know how stubborn I can be.”

There’s silence as you wait for him to speak. You can seehis emotions through his face. The crinkle in-between his eyebrows showing he’sfrustrated, the bounce of his leg meaning he’s anxious and the absence of hisfamiliar smile meaning he’s upset. Eventually, he shoots up from his seat. Hishands move to grip at your shoulders as he leans to down to place his foreheadto yours.  

“Do you like me?” He asks, his eyes are closed but hisexpression is crestfallen “I know I’m not as high tech-y as the others, nor asclean as them. Hell they seem ta’ have a better grip on what they doin’ than Ido!”

You look at him dumbfounded. “Jamie,” It takes a bit ofstrength for your voice not to crack. “We’re you worried I didn’t like youanymore? After meeting them?” The single thought of it happening causes aflicker of panic to flash through his eyes. The silence is the air is deafeningbut you can hear where your heart breaks. You move to place a hand on hischeek. “Jamison, how long have I know you?”

He tilts his head a bit confused. “Since we were pipsqueaksback in Australia.”

You nod, “And who was there with you when you discoveredyour love for explosives, huh? Or when you lost your arm? And your leg?” Youlooked at him intensely. “Or held your hand when you got your tattoo? Or workedday and night to make sure you had functioning prosthetics with the scrapsthrown?”

He’s silent for a moment, his eyes staring at you intently.

“Jamison Fawkes, I have been with you through thick andthin. All these shiny doodads and people are not gonna make me stop lovin’ya’.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Now you better go andput on that smile I love or Imma be real upset with you.”

He chuckles, a gentler version of his quirky laugh. Thelaugh he does when he’s with you. You lean in and kiss him on his chapped lips.He moves his hands from your shoulder to the back of your neck to get a betterangle. Kissing you back with need.

It’s a while before he pulls away.

“You always know just what to say, Sheila.” He tells you,smiling like no tomorrow.

“Just reminding you that I’m not going anywhere but whereyou are.” You shrug like it common knowledge. “I love you for you, Jamie.”

Jamison kisses your forehead with so much affection. Itssloppy, having always has been, and he leaves a bit of a wet spot causing you tolaugh. You paw him away but the grip he has on your waist means you aren’tgoing anywhere.

You cringe playfully. “Ew, cooties.”

He frowns. “Oi! I don’t have cooties!”

“Sorry, Jamie. Every boyhas cooties.” You state matter-of-factly .

He begins to fret as he denies that what your feigninglyaccuse him of. Suddenly, you feel young again. The nostalgia of the situationbrining a warmth to your heart. You can feel where it’s the two of you, youngpunks lost in the great outback. However, when you look at Junkrat ramble onyou can see the man you love grown.

[opendoorlorien]

If your up for on more how about Kaze/Orochi?

OKAY KAZE AND OROCHI. THIS SUPPORT. (This is long but you have me the opportunity to get deep into this so here we go)

I actually find it to be a pretty interesting support. However I guess I have to get this out of the way first before I talk about these two, but I don’t really like Orochi. Don’t get me wrong I dont hate her or despise her by any means no. It’s just… I don’t agree with the way she goes about doing things. Personally I’ve experienced a few times the phenomenon of “liking a character AS a character, but disliking them on a personal level”. Like if you met them irl you would NOT be friends with them and would keep any interactions to a minimum. There are a few characters I feel that way about in Fates (not many in Awakening now that I think about it) and Orochi is one of them. So I dont really hate her by any means but like I can’t feel???? her hybrid rainbow, if you know what I mean okay (her support with Jakob makes me like mad tho omg. She made him hurt himself and put himself in a dangerous situation just for the lulz. Like geez sister..).

Okay so taking that into account, we know that Orochi likes to have fun. She likes to play her games and manipulate and trick people for her own amusement. And then there’s Kaze. The sweet… soft… goodboy. Who, you could say, words like naive and innocent are not inappropriate to use when describing him, yes. And then you wonder, or perhaps dread, what would come about when someone like him meets a sneaky snek like Orochi. WELL, actually, it’s kind of rather surprising.

Many of Orochi’s supports consist of her playing games and tricks on people, and they usually fall for it HOOK LINE AND SINKER. Because she’s a woman who usually gets what she wants.

However, surprisingly actually, in Kaze’s support that doesnt actually happen. For those who aren’t familiar with the support, it consists of Kaze accidentally scaring and surprising Orochi every time he appears out of nowhere because he’s got his NINJA BUSINESS. Now this kinda frustrates Orochi (it’d probably annoy me too I’m really jumpy lol) so they work out a compromise that Kaze wears a little bell that you can just barely hear, so Orochi can hear him coming, and then eventually catch him like a cat does a mouse, and learn to hear his NINJA BUSINESS.

So this goes on for a little while and it’s all fun and good times for a bit. And during the while you maybe start to think that yeah Orochi really is playin Kaze right now he’s about to get beaned dat boi RIGHT.

BUT THEN, EVENTUALLY, Orochi finally is able to perceive Kaze with the bell on and can hear him coming before he arrives. GOOD JOB OROCHI YOU CAUGHT KAZE. OR… DID SHE.

And then Kaze is probably the most fukkin savage he is in any one of his supports in the entire game and says

[[Orochi: Your days of creeping up on me are over. Now…I can pounce on you! You see? That was my ploy all along. Orochi, a mouse? Never! I just didn’t like getting outcatted by you. Now the hunt begins.Kaze: The hunt…for? Oh, I see.Orochi: You’d better start running, Kaze. Orochi is on the prowl.Kaze: Ah, just one problem.Orochi: Which is?Kaze: You may be able to hear a ninja—with a bell—but can you catch one? I’m fleet of foot. Gone before you can turn around.Orochi: But I trained so hard to outcat you! Maybe if you wear heavy chains…Kaze: Training is over, Orochi. For you… and for me. I’ve learned what I wanted to: what my threshold of detection is. Now I know. So, off with the bell. Back to the shadows. Thank you for playing my little game. It’s made me a better ninja.Orochi: Your game?! But this was MY game!Kaze: Heh. Was it?(Kaze leaves)]]

HOLYF. 

So honestly I find it really surprisingly refreshing that instead of getting MEGAPLAY’d by Orochi, Kaze is actually the one who plays HER for a change (if we ignore their S rank, which I like to LOL. I’m going to let Kaze have this victory okay lol). Which is also funny when you take into account that Saizo gets SUPERMEGAPLAYED by Orochi in their support together. It’s actually kinda brutal how hard she totally destroys him on every fundamental level. She plays him right to his face and he just accepts it. Get it together Saizo oh my god.

So honestly I find Kaze/Orochi’s support amusing simply because he gets to turn her tricks back on her for a change.

And it shows that while Kaze is naive and innocent about some things, he’s NOT stupid and not gullible I suppose you could say (his naivete comes more from him taking things a bit too seriously and being SRS NINJ) but from this we know Kaze is not someone to be played for a fool. AND ACTUALLY, I have more to say about this.

So now we will proceed into the “I am reading way too deep into Kaze’s character to the point where I’m piecing together things that I’m not entirely sure the game makers even intended to be pieced together when creating his character, but they sure are there yo” section of this ….thing

SO. We all know that Kaze is, on a regular or semi regular basis, attracted by the unwarranted affections of women which range from verbal adoration, gift giving, to even love letters lmao poorguy. Now we never actually find out how long this has been going on for but honestly I think it’d be cute if when he was a kid little girls in the village used to give him love letters and stuff and he’d just be confused like ??????????????

And this is never stated anywhere so it could just fully be me REACHING. But it made me wonder that what if Kaze ended up running into a few bad women before? I mean the deceptive ones who play games and trick people for their own amusement (kinda like Orochi but I mean with more ill intentions. Orochi doesnt actually want to hurt anyone in a super bad way (she says anyway)). I mean like the kind of women who fake loving someone to get something they want (usually money or something like that) And Kaze sure aint rich so I don’t know why a succubus would try to prey on him. but the way he acts in Orochi’s support, and not just hers but Camilla’s too, makes me wonder that if he had a bad experience or two with a woman before.

Like if we look at his support with Orochi again, RIGHT AWAY he knows she’s a trickster and RIGHT AWAY he’s actually much more cool and curt with her than he is with any other rando army member. Like you can tell he has his guard up and is cautious around her, which is why he keeps conversation brief and lacks the usual softnice warmth he usually has when talking to others. Like from his dialogue I just feel that he doesn’t feel relaxed here and isnt going to be casual and chill. He knows to be cautious and careful around her so he doesn’t get played. He displays semi similar behavior in his support with Camilla when she keeps inviting him out for tea (we also know she is provocative by nature. Even in their S rank he said “At first I wasn’t sure what your game was” which implies he thought she had ulterior motives or perhaps ‘not above board’ intent).

This is just generally something I’ve noticed about Kaze in the both of these supports which leads me to believe he’s had one or two sour encounters with his female fanbase before. I like to entertain the thought anyway. Which is why the naturally sweet Kaze doesnt end up getting manipulated like you might think he would in both of these supports.

OKAY, so now aside from that. I don’t care for them together romantically. Like I said Kaze seems like he’s putting up a wall in Orochi’s support and kinda wants to not get too close to her. Though I do think eventually he finds his own enjoyment in the cat and mouse game and I do think he relishes a little in one upping her just this once lol. Because of their spice I’m sure they’d have an okay or so relationship. They have an interesting differing personality balance which I’m sure could lead to one thing or another. Personally it’s not really my taste though.

I’d mention eugenics here too but we know in Fates that eugenics don’t really matter aside from skill inheritance (even then) and hair color. All in all its far from my least favorite Kaze ship, but I generally avoid putting these two together even platonically. Like I said since I dont like Orochi that much I like to opt for using Hayato over her (I do think she has a great design though and I used her the first time I played BR).

So all in all its a ‘interesting food for thought support/10"

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""After I get my permit, can I buy a car and get insurance? I'm 19 & live in PA.?""

READ FIRST PLEASE. -I'm 19 and live in PA. -I'm getting my permit within a month. Two questions: 1. Can I buy a car with only a permit? 2. Do I get insurance before I buy the car or after I buy the car? 3. Also, I'm buying from a private owner. How do I register it, etc? Thanks!""

How much do you pay for car insurance if you're 20?

i need answers for a statistics project. anyone 20 years old please tell me how much of your premium are you paying MONTHLY??

Where can i get a quote for a bugatti?

i want to get an insurance quote for a bugatti veyron but i cant seem to find a company that insures them. does anyone know a company that will?

Im a 20 year old male and im thinking about getting my first motorcycle. I need suggestions.?

Like i said im a 20 year old student looking into getting a bike. Most of my friends have them and they tell me how much they enjoy riding so i'd like to take up the hobby and ...show more

Weird health insurance situation?

My hubby had two claims from a sleep study clinic that were marked as Out of network by my insurance. As such, the insurance company cut me a check for the portion of the bill that they are required to pay (instead of paying the clinic directly). I had to cash them immediately or else the checks would be void. Normally, we get a bill from the clinic with our total bill (including what the insurance needed to pay) and we then pay what the insurance wrote us a check for in addition to our portion. Now, the clinic has decided to write off what was marked as out of network. So, I have the money and nowhere to pay it. Is it ethical/legal for me to just keep it? It feels really wrong...""

Does individual health insurance qualify for tax deduction?

I am employed, however i am paying my own personal health insurance instead of opting for the group insurance which my employer has since it worked out to be cheaper than group insurance. Now when i am filing my taxes can i claim medical insurance premium as tax deductible.""

How much would car insurance be for an 18 year old male?

I currently am under my mom's car insurance and I have a 2000 Ford Focus. I plan on trading that in for a 2012 Ford Focus, and I was just wondering how much it would cost for me to insure that car. My monthly insurance payments aren't that expensive. I just don't want to be paying more than I can afford.""

Where can I get cheap health insurance in NYC as an individual with a relatively low deductible & low premium?

Is that even possible? My reasoning is this: I am 26 and I am self-employed. I am basically just looking for a bare bones plan that will have the lowest premium possible and I actually care more about emergency care than doctors visits. You see, I don't get sick often and don't plan to go to the doctor a whole lot...I just want something in case of an accident and the whole low premium w/ high deductibles thing won't help me...I'll be stuck with a sky high bill to pay off if I stay in the hospital. I'd rather have emergency coverage and simply pay out of pocket for a doctor if I have to. Is there a plan out there in NY that fits this? Anyone know? HELP! I make too much money to qualify for Healthy NY or another low income program..but not enough to reasonably afford a normal healthcare plan when factoring in rent and student loans. (If this isn't a reason for universal healthcare in the US, I don't know what is)""

Am I eligible for the good student discount for auto insurance if I'm a part-time student?

I have the grades (3.0+), but I'm not a part-time student. I live in California, am I still eligible for the good student discount?""

Questions bout unemployment insurance in California?

If I get layoff, i was making $2500 before taxes per month for 40 hours a week, how much would I get from the unemployment insurance?""

What is health insurance reform?

Im doing a research paper on health insurance reform and i googled what it means and its just to confusing i dont get a definition. can anyone explain to me what health insurance reform is and whats the differences between health insurance reform to health care? how do they work? please and thank you =)

Is my insurance rate going to go up? High Point Auto Insurance?

Long story short, I received a speeding ticket today. It will be a 2-point ticket. I called my insurance provider and they said yes, my insurance will go up but she couldn't tell me by how much. She also didn't sound like she knew what she was talking about. This is my first moving violation in 8 years, so I was wondering if anyone with High Point had any experience with this so I can weigh my options between pleading guilty and fighting the ticket for a dismissal. NYC is a non plea bargain jurisdiction so plea bargaining is not an option. I am not asking for exact answers, I am asking whether there has been anyone in my position, with a relatively clean record, has experienced an increase in their insurance rate, and if so, if it was a substantial increase.""

Can somebody find me a really cheap insurance company that would cover for like everything?

I need to find an insurance company offers really low price plans that cover as many things as possible, becos we can't spend too much money but I need to find my mom an affordable insurance plan...help, i dun know where to find it.""

Where can i get complete information about business insurance ?

where can i get the complete data for business insurance ..

How long does it take a car insurance company to fix your car?

I was in an accident dec 27 2013 the ladys insurance called me that same day of the accident and told me they would have full liability of the car damages to my parents car so i told them ok and she gave me the the claim number and then she said she would call my mom because the iinsurance isunder her name im 17 by the way...and then they nevr called my mom That day.they have usaa insurance and we have all insurance

Purchasing car insurance in Vancouver BC?

I bought a vehicle the other day, and went to insure it and realized my ID and License had both been scratched up somehow. ICBC wouldn't accept my ID until I got a new one. So I went to replace my ID and realized my birth certificate had been threw the wash one to many times to be used. So I have to order a new birth certificate from out of province. Anyways it will take at least a month until I have the cards replaced and in the mean time I need to register the vehicle and insure it. Can my sister register and insure it in her name? she is 18 and has no license. How much would it cost ROUGHLY? I live in Vancouver BC, Canada""

Insurance would cost for 21 male?

how much would it cost me if i get liability not full coverage ... i havnt bought a car as yet but im thinking of buying 95 accord 4 dr or 96 maxima ... just curious to know what my insurance would be...

What should I do about Car Insurance in New Jersey?

I live in NJ. I am 19 years old. I have had some problems in the past with my license. I have hit 2 Deer, had 2 2-Car Accidents, and have 3 Speeding Tickets. There was a period of 90 in which my license was suspended for these violations. I have been clean for a year now. Allstate has jacked my premium this year from $6K to $8K for 6 months. I wanted to change insurances. I tried to get Geico and Esurance but they won't insure me, even with my granddad on the policy as a primary. Esurance was going to cover me on Sunday along with my granddad, but today I called to give them my credit card # and someone different from the person I originally talked to on Sunday said that they cannot insure me. I have been without Insurance for a week now b/c I thought I was going to be with Esurance. What should I do now? How bad is it that I have been without insurance for 5 days? Should I go back to Allstate? Another thing I was thinking was dropping my insurance all together.""

Health insurance for 18 year old?

I'm 18 years old. I am moving to California June 1st. I currently have a state insurance, but I wanted to know how I could get a new insurance when I arrive to California. Is there one for minorities such as myself? I am going to be living by myself so I'm not sure how to go about this. I have no money whatsoever, and will be working a minimum wage job. Please help, thank you.""

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car insurance quotes nz online

How does the new 1-50 insurance group rating work?

Ive read that most cars insurance group will more or less double But what I want to know is if 2 cars are group 5 under the old rating and one goes up to 11 and the other only to 7 does that mean the 7 will cost less to insure than the original or will 7 be about the same and 11 be more? sorry if this didnt make sense. 10 points to anybody who can answer?

Are home insurance rates more expensive on a townhouse than a single family home?

Are home insurance rates more expensive on a townhouse than a single family home?

Do you think abortions should be payed by Medicaid or insurance?

Do you think abortions should be payed by Medicaid or insurance?

What number do you call to file an insurance claim with Verizon?

I flushed my phone down the toilet. sounds ridiculous but i managed to do it. i have insurance, what number do i call to file a claim?""

Motorcyle insurance ?

I just wanted to see what riders ages 17 between 21 pay for a year and for what kind of coverage with what kind of bike, and what insurance company people go with. also if you have taken an msf course or not.""

Health insurance part time work ?

how to get coverage?

How much would car insurance be for an 18 year old in Ontario?

I am an 18 year old living in the Windsor area in Ontario, Canada. I was wondering approximately how much car insurance for me would be. I've been driving for 2 years, never had an accident, speeding ticket, etc. I've also taken drivers ed.""

I just bought a Lamborghini does any 1 now how much insurance costs??/?

I just bought a Lamborghini does any 1 now how much insurance costs??/?

Auto insurance for a job?

I got offered a full time job delivering for dominos. I need to know what to do about my insurace. My boss told me to raise my minimums and thats it but my mom has been yelling at me about special insurance i HAVE to get blah blah. So what do i really have to do? My insurance now on my suv is 120 a month but the quote from progressive is 5700 a year for commercial do i really have to triple my insurance for this...

""How can a high school senior, living on their on get affordable health insurance?""

My friend is emancipated from her parents, is 18 and needs to find affordable health insurance -she can only work part time as she's going to high school as a full time student.""

Cheap insurance?

cheap insurance

Car insurance?private car park?

In 2009 June/.July l was in a private car park and reversed into a car very little damage to either of our cars, however he wanted to not involve insurance as he had company car so exchanged details In addition, he was going to telephone me to say how much. I heard nothing until September 2009 when l received a call from his insurance company asking for my insurance details so l gave them the information. June 2010 my insurance ended and have changed companies now l find my old insurance company chasing me for details of this accident which happen 10/12 months ago. What should l do please?""

What price would insurance be for a Scion?

What would an insurance quote for a Scion xB be? ... for a Scion tC?

Car Accident and Insurance?

On 7/24 I was at a Dairy Queen drive thru the person behind me hit the truck I was driving. I was looking at her in the rear view mirror the entire time. She had a cigarette hanging from her mouth that was unlit and she eventually backed up after hitting me. I got out of the truck and looked and I did not see any damage. She then said I didn't move you hit me I then told her No I did not hit you I am in front of you and this truck was never in reverse. Since there was no damage to the truck I did not bother getting any of her information since it was not my fault. On 7/27 I got a call from the police saying she told them I hit her. I gave them my side of the story and they said she had a witness who was a passenger in her car and they will be in touch. I also let them know I had a witness as well. The cop called me back yesterday and wanted to get my insurance information so her and I could exchange information. My question is do I have to give my insurance information to this cop? I did not hit this woman and I think she is trying to get one over on the insurance company. The cop said yesterday I'm surprised the truck does not have any damage because her car does have damage. This truck was a rental truck which was inspected at the time it was dropped back off at the rental company obviously there was no damage to it. This woman looked like she was on something to begin with and I'm guessing she was not paying attention probably looking for a lighter and let off the break and hit me. Which I still don't see how her car would be so damaged. I don't want this con artist having my information. So should I tell the cop I am not giving him my insurance information and tell her to take it to court? Should I get a lawyer? I'm not sure what to do I am 29 years old and I have never been in a accident so I am not sure how to go about this but I know this woman is trying to pull a fast one and I am not going to sit back and let it happen.

Car Insurance Question?

Can a 16 year old girl drive her parent's car alone without her name being on the insurance?

Shoul I continue paying my car insurance while waiting on a claim?

My car is total, but my insurance won't fixed it nor pay for it since i didn't have liability coverage.""

Insurance on a Subaru STI?

I am considering getting a Subaru STI but I was wondering about what insurance is going to be. I am going to call my insurance company to find out exact but first I wanted to make sure it's not going to be way higher. Here is what I have paid in the past: Age 17-18: 1998 Mustang GT $110 Age 18-20: 2004 Dodge Ram 1500 $105 Age 20: 2006 Subaru STI ?????? Based on what I paid for the other 2 vehicles what do you think its going to be? Thanks!

Convertible car higher insurance?

lets say there is a 350z Coupe and a 350z Convertible, is the 350z Convertible insurance cost more than the 350z Coupe?""

Will my Insurance go any higher if paid off by Collision ?

I bought my Acura in 2006 and have been in mint condition since then. Recently, the snow plougher scratched my car and didnt leave a note. I called the manger of the snow plougher and filed the police report. He took the responsibility but during the report he said that he will give the name of the driver and vehicle later. After few weeks when I didnt hear I called the manager and he said his company will not cover anything and I can do whatever I can.... I called my insurance company and they are willingly to cover through my insurance - Collision, instead of comprehensive. The repair is $2000 + rental car for 9 days ~$2500. My deductible is $100 for collision and $50 for comprehensive. Do you think if they use Collision my insurance rate will go higher ? [Ofcourse I dont have any choice at this time. my insurance company said they cannot file a lawsuit or anything against the snow plougher company]""

Approximately how much would car insurance cost for a teenager in NJ?

Approximately how much would car insurance cost for a teenager in NJ?

Approx price for car insurance for 16 yr old?

Hey, I'm about to get my license and promotion for my current part time job, and i'm wondering if anyone know what how much would i have to pay for my car insurance, current car im planning to drive is a Nissan Maxima year 2000, I got my permit March 2007, but was too lazy to get my license, getting my license around next month...""

Insurance Cost for Hyundai Elantra in Canada?

I'm 23 years old living in ontario canada, and I'm planning on buying a used 2004 hyundai elantra. I've taken driving school and now have g2 driving license. I'm looking for other people who have also bought the same car and around the same age as me, and I just wanna ask how much do you pay for your car insurance and what's the best (cheaper) company i should go for? Thanks =]""

How much would insurance on a gt mustang cost for a 17 yr old male?

How much would insurance on a gt mustang cost for a 17 yr old male?

Need health insurance for my child

I have a child who lives with his mom and I need to buy health insurance for him, Im also moving o/s so I cannot get insurance though my work, does anyone know of any programs or discount insurance company I can go though.""

How do people save so much on car insurance?

I keep seeing these commercials where people can save $500 or more on car insurance . Our two late model cars are fully insurance beyond what we need and they are only $950/year. Are you telling me I can get our cars insured to the same degree for $450/year? Seems really inexpensive.

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car insurance quotes nz online

How much would insurance cost on a 96 Chevrolet camaro?

Monthly? I spotted a camaro for the first time and it was completely gorgeous, I almost cried. it also runs good. The cost is pretty crazy for a camaro only 2,000. My mom said that I could not get it because the insurance is high I asked her how high and she said about 3,000 a month also I'm 16. I get the feeling she is wrong how much would you say insurance on a 96 camaro would cost?""

Are you switching your Allstate Insurance?

I currently have home insurance with Allstate. My car insurance is with GEICO. I want them to stay this way. However, Allstate has written me and told me that I must have my home and cars with them or my home insurance will be dropped. Are you in a similar situation? Are you going to stay with Allstate or go with another company. By the way, Allstate is merging with Universal. I don't know anything about Universal and don't really want to go with a less popular company.""

Do I have to have proof of insurance before I can take my drive test?

and what else do I need to bring with me?

Health insurance for 18 year old?

I'm 18 years old. I am moving to California June 1st. I currently have a state insurance, but I wanted to know how I could get a new insurance when I arrive to California. Is there one for minorities such as myself? I am going to be living by myself so I'm not sure how to go about this. I have no money whatsoever, and will be working a minimum wage job. Please help, thank you.""

Can I take out a life insurance policy on my friend?

My friend somehow got my social security number off one of my pay stubs and memorized. Now when we get drunk he has a song that he's made including my SS #, this makes me very angry. I want to take out a life insurance policy on him to scare him, is this possible? I'm thinking maybe 100k policy (he's only 26 so it should be cheap), I think the sheer fact of him knowing if he dies I get rich will bother him more than it bothers me that he has my social. Is this legal, can I take out a life insurance policy on anyone I choose?""

Is it legal for an auto insurer to raise your rate without notification and debit that out of your account?

I reside in Texas and have auto debits monthly for my auto insurance. I just checked and they raised my rate this month without telling me and debited the new rate out of my account, but i agreed to debit monthly my rate but was on a lower rate for over 2 years and up until last month. I never got notice, is this legal? Do i have any rights to recover that extra $ they took for a new rate that i was not notified of?""

Whats affordable health insurance to get for myself and son?

my job offers health insurance that is way to expensive and i cant afford the 666$ a month they wanna charge how do i go about applying for something that ll cover me and my son and is actually affordable

Can student loans cover health insurance?

I am attending University and I do not agree with the Health Insurance my University provides. The semester expense is $1875 and it is applied to my tuition costs. Those costs are being covered by a mixture of scholarship and student loans. If I opt to purchase my own student health insurance through a different provider - can I pay for it with Student Loans?

Auto Insurance Rates...Own Vs. Lease?

I'd like to know if there is a HUGE difference in monthly auto insurance rates if you Lease a car instead of buying one? Things to consider for my scenario: 1) I'm a 23 yr old male, so my rates are still higher until I turn 25 2) Will have to have full coverage considering I won't own the vehicle in either scenario (I'd have to finance if I bought). Any info would be greatly appreciated!""

Car insurance rate differences between the years question?

Okay, I'm almost going to be looking for car soon, and I'm wondering, since I'll only be a 16 year old boy, insurance will be really damn high for me, and I was curious, say you have two cars of the same model, trim, style, transmission, driving record, miles, engine wear, etc. One car is something made in the late eighties or early nineties while the other car is late nineties or early 2000s. What I basically want to know, is, which car would have a cheaper insurance premium? (approximately. I know you cant give me an exact number.)""

Checking Insurance Quotes?

May be a stupid question but can you check different insurance quotes even if you haven't passed your test yet, just to get an idea of how much it will be ?""

Questions about insurance?

1. What are some of the important questions to ask before deciding on the amount of life insurance to buy? 2. How can you determine if you are under-insured or over-insured? 3. Is there any benefit to a single student without children, who is living with his or her parent(s), who is still going to college, having life insurance? Why or why not?""

How much does it cost to rent or lease a?

How much does it cost to rent or lease a car for 3 months? Do i have to pay it all in advance or pay monthly? also insurance options or mandatory full coverage?

How much is your car insurance a month?

What kind of car do you have? What car insurance company are you with?

Car Accident and Insurance?

On 7/24 I was at a Dairy Queen drive thru the person behind me hit the truck I was driving. I was looking at her in the rear view mirror the entire time. She had a cigarette hanging from her mouth that was unlit and she eventually backed up after hitting me. I got out of the truck and looked and I did not see any damage. She then said I didn't move you hit me I then told her No I did not hit you I am in front of you and this truck was never in reverse. Since there was no damage to the truck I did not bother getting any of her information since it was not my fault. On 7/27 I got a call from the police saying she told them I hit her. I gave them my side of the story and they said she had a witness who was a passenger in her car and they will be in touch. I also let them know I had a witness as well. The cop called me back yesterday and wanted to get my insurance information so her and I could exchange information. My question is do I have to give my insurance information to this cop? I did not hit this woman and I think she is trying to get one over on the insurance company. The cop said yesterday I'm surprised the truck does not have any damage because her car does have damage. This truck was a rental truck which was inspected at the time it was dropped back off at the rental company obviously there was no damage to it. This woman looked like she was on something to begin with and I'm guessing she was not paying attention probably looking for a lighter and let off the break and hit me. Which I still don't see how her car would be so damaged. I don't want this con artist having my information. So should I tell the cop I am not giving him my insurance information and tell her to take it to court? Should I get a lawyer? I'm not sure what to do I am 29 years old and I have never been in a accident so I am not sure how to go about this but I know this woman is trying to pull a fast one and I am not going to sit back and let it happen.

Least expensive sport cars to insure?

I'm 16 got my license yesterday and I'm shopping for car's. My car budget is $8000 I'm looking at the rsx-s,cobalt ss,350z,Subaru wrx. Please I know it's not cheap to insurance the car but my question is what sport cars are the least expensive to insurance I'm aware their pricey""

Is a 2000/2001 BMW 323ci an expensive car to insure?

I know insurance costs depend on a number of factors, but, all that aside, does anyone know if this car is expensive to insure? (or any of the other higher up 3 series like the 330ci )""

Cost of liability insurance for medical doctor?

What's the average cost for a private physician's liability insurance? What tips and advice do you have for someone starting a private practice?

How much would insurance be for a Corsa C 1.2 SXI?

I am 17 just got my licence and want to know how much on average would it cost ?

Car insurance so expensive in the uk?

i am 19, i have a K reg 1.6 litre fiat tipo the car is only worth about 120. i have never had any accidents or had any tickets so why does my insurance cost 2600.""

""How much does car insurance cost for 23 years old male, first driver/car?""

I am 23 years old and just got my driving license few weeks ago. I am planning to get volkswagen golf match 1.4, but don't know if i will get cheap car insurance for it.. If you know anything please help..does anyone know the exact monthly/yearly cost of the insurance? if it will be too expensive what will be a cheapest one...i don't mind vauxhall corsa but i prefer golf ,and reason is straight forward, we all know :) help would be much appreciated.""

How do you find out if buisness's / companys have insurance?

how do you find out if a newspaper company has insurance

Need Cheap Medical Health Insurance?

Hello, could anybody recommend me a site for cheap medical health insurance.I know many sites, but their offers are too expensive.""

Best Choice for Car/Insurance Price?

I am 21 and will be going shopping for a car under my own name where I will actually be making the payments and insurance for once I was wondering what kind of car would be a good choice I prefer nothing older than a 2007 and preferably like a Honda civic, Scion TC, maybe a mustang, jetta, nothing too horrible on gas and something I won't look lame in lol. Keep in mind I dont want something that is going to make my insurance too high I want a good rate on my insurance. Factors to know is that I am 21 year old MALE in Houston, TX. I really want to know what would be a good combo, like what car should I get to get the best deal on my insurance. oh and my deductible on collision/comprehensive i dont want to have more than $500 each.""

Auto Insurance broker failed to add driver and now claim has been denied Help pleassssse?

So I called the owner of the broker company who told me that he would gladly backdate the policy upon the notion that AIG would accept it and they said that they would. Then the owner called me back stating that his broker that issued the policy already gave a recorded statement to the insurance company stating that he did not remember us requesting the added driver to the policy so he cant help us or he would lose his license as a broker by recanting on a recorded statement so he then told me to make the adjuster take the recorded statement off the record and they will do it but it is illegal to even ask them to do that. Our Policy has canceled several other times due to this broker not turning in the proper paper work to AIG. I need help I have went through all the chain of comands and the california insurance board what is left??

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car insurance quotes nz online

Where can I get a good deal on my car insurance?

I passed my driving test about 4 days ago now and sooo badly want to get a car. I am looking at a ford fiesta 1.25 zetec which I have seen but have done some insurance quotes and its sooo expensive. Where and how can I find cheap car insurance. I am doing my pass plus next week and I am now 18. I have a mum and dad i could put on the insurance but they do not have any no claims as they drive a company car. So is there anyway I can get a good deal and where? HELP!!!!

How much do you insure for the Bodily Injury Limits?

What is Bodily Injury Limits on your car insurance? What is the limit should I have and why?

What is a good cheap sports car for a teenager?

I just learned to drive a manual transmission so now i am interested in a more sporty car. I want something that is initially fast and doesn't require modificatons. I have a limit of about 5 or 6 grand.

Car insurance america?

I'm thinking of going to America for six months and want to buy a car to get about, but insurance is expensive could I get a resident of America to put me on there insurance then insure themselves on the car I just bought. Is this possible? If not any suggestions would be amazing thanks I'm from UK and 22""

Insurance for 16 year old male?

Just out of curiosity how much would insurance cost to get a 2005 350z at 16. It doesnt matter which insurance agency i just want an estimate. Any help would be greatly appreciated!! Also which factors increase or decrease the cost of insurance?

What is the cheapest car insurance company in orlando?

What is the cheapest car insurance company in orlando?

Why didn't GW make an effort toward affordable health insurance for the Americans w/o any?

Why didn't GW make an effort toward affordable health insurance for the Americans w/o any?

Will this lower my insurance?

Im looking at cars to buy for my first car and I was wondering what the insurance cost would be like for a 16 almost 17 year old female for a 1979's 1980's camaro I also maintain a high gpa and get a discount for it aswell and live in las vegas.

What cars have cheap insurance for new drivers?

I have only been driving since january this year, i currently own a triumph spitfire that i have been restoring for the last two years, it is in really nice condition now and want something new, the insurance was only 756 for the first year which i was very pleased about. I want to sell my car an buy another convertible, but what cars have cheap insurance? i am looking into the the possibility of another classic or just a more modern car. all suggestions welcome. Thank you in advance""

A good reasonable priced inclusive car insurance?

Hello there are that many companies selling car insurance .Which one,s stand out for good value for money.""

Which insurance is cheaper for a motorcycle or a car?

Ok parents are starting to make me pay insurance now. I have an 1995 Accura Integra but I would like to have decelntly fast bike. Anything over 250 cc

How much would car insurance for me im 21 and i want a ford fusion?

How much would car insurance for me im 21 and i want a ford fusion?

State funded autk insurance for low income?

just wondering if there is a texas program for low income disabled people to get auto insurance coverage

Car insurances for a day help?

I just need to drive my car to my new apartment.Right now i don't have car insurances. Is there any way i can get car insurances just for a day. I live in new jersey. I know i can get a car insurances quote but i don't have enough money right now I just need to move it

Best car insurance company for me 10 points!!!!!!?

what is the cheapest+best auto insurance for me?!!!?!!?!!?!? we are a family of 4 and we all drive. we have a toyota 4x4, colorado, 1985 nissan truck, mustang v6. my youngest son has had 1 accident i'm 46 my wife is 46 and my sons are 18,19 i cant find a good car insurance they are all expensive!!!!!!!!!!""

Car insurance - premium increased without making a claim?

I rang my car insurance company to ask about my no claims bonus and excess as I thought there had been damage to my car. I am not taking out a claim. I have today received an email from them saying that We have amended the class of use on your policy due to the information provided by our claims department there is an additional premium of 21.38. This will be debited from the payment details we hold on file for you within the next ten days. Can they do this? I haven't amended any details and although I paid my car insurance last October in full for the year I didn't expect my payment details to be kept on file.

""Why is insurance important, 20 pts for the best answer?

Your best friend says they dont think insurance is important. Explain to them why it is important to have insurance. How is having insurance important for successful financial management?

What motorcycle insurance should I get?

I recently got KLR650 and was wondering what kind of insurance should I get? What is the most common coverage? Also what insurance company are you using and are you happy with them when it comes to price and service? Thanks for all the answers

Car Insurance?

i bought a new car and it needs new insurance, in michigan there's a no fault wut does this mean? how can this b used and how does it work? how does the insurance cover this?""

Car insurance for occasional use?

My question is this... I want to get a motorbike so that I use my car less often (a bike is cheaper to run). Are there any companies (in England, UK) who offer car insurance for occasional use only ('pay-per-use' style??)? I would like to commute to work each day on my motorbike and only use the car once a fortnight. This would be good for my pocket (what with the credit crunch effecting our lives) and also good for the environment (less fuel used). Ideally, I would only use a motorbike, but really do have to keep the 4 wheeled alternative as I have my 2 daughters once a fortnight. Could anyone please help me answer this question. It would be very much appreciated!! Any other suggestions you could offer would also be appreciated! Thank you!""

How do i get health insurance?

i work at shoprite and i know that we get medical/dental benefits after one year but i just cannot wait that long i need some care like right now ! so how do i get health insurance, where do i go? who do i call ? im lost -__- help me out please! all answers welcomed and appreciated.""

Are older cars cheaper to insure?

I'm going to be 17 soon and are looking at cars, and was wondering if older cars would be cheaper to insure than newer ones, i'm quite a fan of old skool cars.""

Can i get affordable baby health insurance?

ready to have a baby soon but husband insurance would go from 250 to 700 a month (can't afford 700) if we have a baby but if me or the baby gets our own insurance somewhere it would be 250 but i have some health issues so i can't get my own insurance (i get denied everywhere, my job doesn't offer health insurance) so when i do get pregnant and have a baby can i get affordable insurance by it's self?I live in Colorado, will not use government help PLEASE DO NOT WRITE BACK IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT OR SAY SOMETHING DUMB OR USELESS THANKS!""

Insurance settlement.?

Back in October, I was hit by a vehicle that was backing out too fast from a parking spot. My vehicle was parked and there was no one in the driver seat. My three children were also ...show more""

""When you get rear ended by a car, does your insurance rate go up?""

Will getting your car rear ended, or getting into any situation that isnt your fault, cause your insurance rate to go up?""

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