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timeofjuly · 5 months

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(not so sure if this counts as a story spoiler ask so you can pick any of my questions or ignore until the time comes.¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

in what order would the characters fall in love for mc?(e.g. 1.quinn 2.red ect.[or if mc falls for them first?])we already know the flashbacks of quinn and MC but not when they confessed/caught feelings, who did what first in what place and environment? these questions also involves the skeletons too if you don't mind us having a peek at future events. XP

although i am not the most observant of readers, your work is so interesting to read that I would put it on a petri dish to understand it more thoroughly if I can hahah, maybe even a piece of your brain too./hj

Thank you so much!!! My brain is pretty smooth most of the time so I'm not sure how much you'd get out of it, but I'm very flattered!! If there's anything in the fic you (or anyone else) wants clarification or my in-depth thoughts on, I'm always very very happy to give my commentary :)

I won't answer in terms of order, because it'd be a little spoilery (and my planning is not that detailed lol) BUT, if you'd like, I can tell you what traits MC/the skeletons have that'll make things work? I put A LOT of thought into it when writing MC's personality because I wanted her to be a good fit for all of them plus Quinn whilst still maintaining an actual coherent personality, which was a challenge lemme tell you! If you want to see that, let me know and I'll pop it into a separate post because it'll be LONG.

But I will say that one big, overarching thing that'll make all this work is that MC reads as really genuine. Her intent matches her actions. I actually go into this in the next chapter in relation to Quinn, but it applies to MC too. I think this would be a super important part of attraction for monsters.

Anyway! Onto the Quinn and MC backstory. I'm happy to answer this because it's not really a spoiler and I don't (yet) have plans to actually write it (it may come up at some point tho). I will put it under the cut, though, if anyone would rather learn this as I drip feed it into the story you won't be spoiled.

MC fell for Quinn first, or at least was able to identify her feelings as romantic, much earlier. They become friends at 15 and it takes MC like, a week, to realise that she's attracted to Quinn physically and then another one to work out that she's interested romantically too. MC is into a lot of people, so this isn't particularly groundbreaking or intense at first, but when her feelings start to grow beyond casual attraction, things get more serious.

Teenage Quinn was hella repressed (in soft, as it began, she's having some serious Gay Panic but doesn't have the emotional framework to describe it) and also didn't have a bunch of friends, so didn't actually understand that her feelings for MC were romantic. She just Really Likes this girl and has funny feelings around her, so what? They're just besties. Besides, MC could have anyone she wanted and if she was into Quinn, surely she would've said something, right? Right?!?

Meanwhile, MC thinks that Quinn wouldn't be interested and that she has wayyyy too much to deal with already without adding her best friend having a crush on her on top of it all (this is the beginning of MC acting in what she thinks are Quinn's best interests and trying to spare her feelings), so she doesn't say anything. She thinks can read Quinn pretty well at this point, surely she'd be able to tell if Quinn was into her because she'd start acting differently, right? Right?!?

This all comes to a head in MC's bedroom when they're both 16, so a year into the friendship. It is not very romantic - they're passing a bottle of chambord stolen from MC's parents between them and simultaneously feeling very drunk from the alcohol and very sick from all of the sugar, they've just finished trying to scrub said liqueur from the carpet because Quinn accidently knocked it over and now there's a stain in the pile, it's a school night, the second Twilight movie is playing on MC's TV and Bella is October, November, December-ing, and MC just looks at Quinn, in ratty pajamas and hair greasy, lips stained purple and eyebags dark under the harsh yellow glow of the ceiling light and just... blurts it all out.

Quinn doesn't get to respond until the next morning, though, because MC follows the confession up by vomiting all over the carpet and the caretaking and clean-up that follows takes at least half an hour, and then MC falls asleep.

#resisting the current #quinn/reader #rtc asks #July talks RTC #re: MC's confession #if you're thinking that confession is kinda sad actually #Quinn deserved something a little better than that c'mon MC!#you are correct!#this is purely my take and up to each person to decide but i personally think MC was a bad partner to quinn pre-RTC #this is an objectively bad confession which MC sees but Quinn absolutely does not #not when it happened and not even now. poor quinn i love to torment her #also so sorry for the delay in answering anon! I wanted to give you a good answer #the electrician

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officialbarokvanzieks · 7 years

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YOUR FAVOURITE...? 1. Favourite Ace Attorney game? apollo justice 2. Favourite case? answered this one already 3. Favourite defendant? wocky lol uh... I dunno, none of the defendants were all that memorable. the killers or other witnesses tend to stand out more. but I guess it’s kinda a toss-up between wocky and ron 4. Favourite prosecutor? klavier 5evr 5. Favourite ship? KLAVPOLLO ♥ 6. Favourite victim? eh, uh... well aside from like maybe 3 people, the only time we got to see any of the victims was when they were already dead. so I can’t really say... I guess misty fey? 7. Favourite murderer? why would I like a killer omg. uhhhhhh.... idk luke atmey cause he cracks me up and he doesn’t seem like a murderer to me. also I wanna know how he got that mask over his big schnozz 8. Favourite assistant? SHAWTY oops I mean trucy. and I already explained it in the one post 9. Favourite witness? do the detectives count lol. if so, then gummy all the way. if not, then hugh o’conner 10. Favourite quote? the miracle never happen idk probably some smartass thing apollo said/thought YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE...? 11. Least favourite Ace Attorney game? ace attorney investigations 12. Least favourite case? the last one in aai ugh 13. Least favourite defendant? hmm... larry I’M KIDDING although I love aj I might have to go with machi cause his whole story n such was pretty fucked up and made little sense. close second would be juniper because of all her forced feelings for apollo man that disgusted me 14. Least favourite prosecutor? the paynes? well no I’d have to go with manfred von karma 15. Least favourite ship? all of em that aren’t klavpollo, but I hate narumitsu and narumayo the absolute most. also really really don’t like claypollo and cykesquill 16. Least favourite victim? deid mann /shot 17. Least favourite murderer? I got like 4 lol: manfred von karma, quercus alba, lance amano and yeah I gotta add kristoph gavin to the list. kristoph had no motive to kill zak and he was 100% forgotten in dd so we never found out why he committed the deeds he did in aj. which really angers me because klavier’s basically been forced into the same fate 18. Least favourite assistant? maya, then athena 19. Least favourite witness? I’m sure I got one but my brain’s fried atm OTL 20. Least favourite memory of Ace Attorney? just about all of dual destinies. I like hugh and pre-phantom fulbright, but that’s basically it DO YOU PREFER...? 21. Phoenix Wright or Apollo Justice? POLLY ♥ 22. Maya Fey or Trucy Wright? SHAWTY I mean trucy 23. Investigations or trials? investigations cause I can’t figure out what the hell to present on which statements, then they start throwing in all kinds of crazy shit on top of it, with the magatama, apollo’s perceive, athena’s widget thingy and now the seance thing. investigating is much easier because you walk around, check out stuff and talk to people. I don’t feel quite as dumb that way lol 24. College Phoenix or Hobo Phoenix? hobo 25. Klavier Gavin or Kristoph Gavin? klavier 26. Ace Attorney or Ace Attorney Investigations? ace attorney 27. Apollo's perceive, Phoenix's magatama or Athena's Mood Matrix? polly’s perceive 28. Ace Attorney trilogy or Apollo Justice and Dual Destinies? apollo justice only pls 29. 3D models or sprites? sprites 30. Ema Skye as she is in Rise from the Ashes or Ema Skye as she is in Apollo Justice? aj ema MISCELLANEOUS 31. Did you like what they did to Phoenix in Apollo Justice? yes 32. Your opinion on Dai Gyakuten Saiban? LOCALISE THE GAME GODDAMMIT 33. Do you think Dai Gyakuten Saiban and/or Miles Edgeworth Investigations 2 will get localised to the West? no 34. Do you think Miles Edgeworth should get another Investigation-game or do you think another character deserves a spin-off? I think apollo deserves his own proper game because although he was the titular character in one of em, it wasn’t even his game. that aside, there should be a game with the detectives, like with gummy and ema and the real fulbright 35. Opinion on the soundtrack of the Ace Attorney-franchise? it’s good but they mostly just remix all the music for each new game. we hardly get actual new music anymore so it just gets kinda dull. though apollo’s theme is really friggin awesome 36. Do you like where the franchise is heading or did you prefer the atmosphere in the original trilogy? I preferred things to be as takumi had left them in apollo justice. I really hate how the team basically retconned the entire game and made things all ~bright and happy~ again and brought back almost all the characters from the trilogy. it really irritates me and makes me want to write a true sequel to aj where things are left the way they should be 37. Capcom suddenly announces that Phoenix will no longer appear in the Ace Attorney franchise! Your reaction? yeah right, they can’t keep him out of ANY of the games; he even got cameos in both aai games and has appeared as the only (or main) character in non-aa games like marvel vs capcom 3 and project x zone 2. so I don’t believe it for a second 38. Capcom suddenly announces that the Ace Attorney franchise has ended for good! Your reaction? not surprised. not at all happy, but not surprised 39. Would you like there to be another Ace Attorney/Professor Layton crossover game? no 40. Would you like an Ace Attorney anime? there already is one lol 41. Opinion on anime cutscenes in Ace Attorney? I don’t care, but I wish we had a language option because I want to hear it in japanese. the english voices suck so bad and we lose a really important aspect of apollo’s voice: it’s naturally louder than the others, and when he was all bandaged in dd, his voice was really quiet, which was unsettling to hear. but he wasn’t like that at all in the english version, which I hated 42. Would you want to play an Ace Attorney game where you take on the prosecutors role? answered this one before 43. Do you like having DLC in Ace Attorney-games? no 44. Opinion on Lamiroir’s storyline? they should’ve continued with it after aj. apollo and trucy have a right to know they’re related, and it’s extremely frustrating how they’re never told about it. thalassa needed to make more appearances in the games after aj as well, but do we get it? nooooo of course not 45. One thing you think the Ace Attorney games can improve on? far too many things to even begin to list 46. Capcom suddenly announces an Ace Attorney movie! Would you like it to be based on an already existing case or would you like an all new storyline? there already is a movie lol, based on the first game 47. Capcom suddenly announces an Ace Attorney movie! Would you prefer it being live-action, 3D animated or 2D animated? the movie’s live action so that answers that 48. If there could be an Ace Attorney crossover with whatever franchise you'd like, which one would you choose? (Does not need to be a video-game franchise) can I say pokemon lol. if not, I just wanna see em playing ice hockey cause I’m a big hockey fan (GO BLUES) 49. Opinion on recurring witnesses? (Wendy Oldbag, Lotta Hart, Larry Butz, etc.) dunno, my brain’s still pretty fried so I’ll just say it depends 50. Do you think Dual Destinies deserved its M-rating? psh absolutely not

#misc #if anyone wants clarification on some answers lemme know #my brain's real mushy atm so I'm going to bed #in a little bit

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ssa-babygirl · 4 years

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Out of My League [Part 1]

Pairing: High school!Spencer Reid x Popular!Reader

Word count: 3.7k (god i don’t shut up do i)

Summary: Spencer begins tutoring you in chemistry, and the two of you bond (I would say no pun intended but fuck it that was GOOD so I’ll say pun intended)

Warning(s): Mentions of bullying, mental illness, some swearing, I made one joke about herpes??? sorry if thats a sore spot with anyone, light angst and pining, Reader POV

Author’s Note: Here it is, folks!! The first official part! I’ so grateful for all the feedback I got on the prologue, I’m glad y’all are liking it, I hope you like this part just as much!! Next part I’m gonna have some baby spencer, and by that I mean whole ass adult spencer that just looks baby

[Previous Part] [Series Masterlist]

You absolutely despised chemistry. It’s boring. It’s simultaneously stupid and ridiculously complicated. You weren’t dumb, you were a decent student in all your other classes, but science was never your strong suit. You preferred literature over litmus paper any day. Unfortunately, your failing grade was bringing down your entire GPA, just below the requirement for you to stay on the cheerleading squad. Your coach recommended you get a tutor, or else you were off the team. So you went to the library to see the peer tutoring program, and all of them were booked. The next best thing would be the kid genius in your class. He was probably a better first choice, honestly, but you figured he’d be booked with other students too.

He wasn’t like other kids in your class, not just because he actually cared and was a good student, he was also twelve years old. The kid was a prodigy. He was bullied a lot because of this because no one really understood him. That’s probably why he looked so terrified when you approached him after class one day.

“Hey, Spencer!”

His eyes grew wide as he stared back at you, saying nothing.

“I was just wondering if you were available for tutoring?”

“Oh, uh, um, y-yeah, in chemistry?”

“Yeah, what are your rates like? Like say we do an hour every other day, how much would that be?”

“Oh! N-no charge.”

“Really?”

“The first couple of sessions can be a trial run, I don’t want your money if you’re not benefiting from it.”

That made you smile, this kid was so nice and you just wished that people actually cared about that instead of the dumb shit they bullied him for. Sure, he was skinny and short and dorky and you know, a literal twelve-year-old boy, but if someone would take time to know him, they’d see he’s a good kid.

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t wanna waste your time if you have other students.”

“I don’t, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Great! Are you free after school today?”

He nodded and avoided all eye contact before scurrying out of the room to his next class.

~~~

You met up later in the library. You greeted each other politely with simple hi’s and hey’s and nothing more. Then it was time to pour over your books for an hour and try to force the puzzle pieces into place and hope something finally clicked. Balancing molecular equations physically hurt. Just when you thought you got it all right, Spencer reminded you that you still had to balance the oxygen, which was always bonded with something else, which threw off the whole equation. Every time you made a mistake you just let out a groan and set your head on the table.

“It’s a lot of math, a lot of people have a hard time with it, don’t feel bad.”

“I’m so fucking stupid.”

“You’re not! It’s an easy mistake.”

“You don’t make mistakes like that.”

“That’s because I’ve been taking advanced math classes for the past two years, I’m good at this stuff.”

“You’re good at everything, you're a literal genius.”

“There are people who aren’t geniuses who are good at this sort of thing, just look at Johnny Abrams in our class. He answers every question Mrs. Gustin asks and I once saw him put his backpack on his car’s roof and start driving ‘cuz he forgot it was there. He’s just been practicing. That’s why we’re here, right?”

He always reassured you. Always told you that you weren’t stupid. You weren’t dumb. He always smiled when you got questions right and told you you were doing a good job. When your hour was up, you said goodbye and went home.

Spencer’s mini lectures aside, most of your sessions were sparse in the conversation department. The first time he went off on a side about some chemistry facts, you couldn’t keep up. You just sat there, jaw hanging while he went into detail about saponification, which wasn’t even in this lesson.

“Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Did we learn that in class? Cuz if we did, I’m screwed.”

“No, not yet at least.”

“How do you just… know that?”

Spencer avoided your eyes once again, something he did more than spouting random facts, “I read a lot.”

That’s how it happened the first time. All it took was you asking one question about different types of reactions for him to launch into another spiel. You figured you’d have to know it at some point, so you started writing down whatever you could catch from his fast-paced speech, taking notes in bullet points.

“And that-- Oh. Y-You don’t need to do that, that’s not even on the curriculum.”

“Well, I gotta keep up with you somehow, right?” You glanced up from your page and flashed an almost challenging smirk as you saw him stifle a smile as he avoided all eye contact with you, as per usual. He then cleared his throat and got back to the actually assigned chapter.

The more he went off on tangents, the more he realized you weren’t stopping him. He was actually able to make chemistry sound interesting to you, which is strange, but it was easier to understand through how he explained it all. Something told you that he wasn’t used to having someone listen to what he said, because he just lit up when he talked about this stuff. He was clearly passionate about it, so why would you make him feel bad about it? He always apologized, but you always reassured him it was no big deal.

You didn’t know it at the time, but the kid was falling hard. This pretty, older girl was paying attention to him and didn’t think he was annoying? The bar may have been on the floor for young Spencer, but you were perfect to him. Eventually, he was able to look you in the eyes when you spoke to one another, he even smiled at you when you joked with him. That was another thing: you joked with one another now. You both warmed up to one another as your sessions continued. You said hi to each other in the hallways, you ruffled his hair as a greeting, he accepted your high-five requests every time you got something right.

You still didn’t talk outside of class much, which is why he was caught so far off guard by you calling his name from across the cafeteria as you approached his table.

“Hey, dude! Is it cool if we squeeze in an extra session today? I got a test tomorrow.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem, but, uh, it’s Thursday. Don’t you have practice after school?”

You did. And you had to be there because you had a competition this weekend.

“Yeah, I was wondering if we could meet after?”

“When does it end?”

“Five.”

“Library closes at four.”

“I know, but would it be too much of a hassle if I just… Pick you up tonight and we head back to my house to study?”

You could physically see his brain shut down in his eyes. After he realized he needed to respond, he picked his jaw up off the floor and gulped hard.

“Or you can stay after and hang out at practice and I can just drive you home?”

“Y-Yeah, um, yeah, tha-that works, I can, uh, yeah, we can do that.”

Spencer brought his books and homework and tried his hardest to not make it obvious he was staring at you while you danced. You looked like you were having so much fun and he loved seeing you happy and smiling with your friends like that, it was hard for him to look away and focus long enough to read a sentence, which is saying something, considering it does not take him long to read a sentence.

After practice wrapped up, you told him to go wait by your car while you changed out of your uniform. The girls in the locker room were talking just as loudly as always, only this time, it was about something you actually cared about hearing.

“I mean, really, what was that little creep doing watching us today?” You heard one girl sneer.

“So fucking gross, I don’t wanna know where his prepubescent head was.” Another girl laughed.

You had to step in. You had to say something.

“I’m his ride home. He’s my chemistry tutor and I have a test tomorrow, so back off the kid, he didn’t do shit to you anyway.”

The squad learned to watch their mouths around you after that.

~~~

The neon glow of the golden arches shone through your car’s windows as you pulled into the McDonald’s drive-thru line.

“This isn’t your house,” noted Spencer, sounding confused.

You grinned, “Oh, shit… no way! Wow! I’m so glad my tutor is a genius! I would have never guessed this was not my family home!”

He let himself laugh for a moment, “Okay, okay, fine. Why are we here?”

“Uh… to get food? Duh.”

“But what about your food at home?”

“My mom’s visiting my dad, he works in D.C., and I haven’t gotten a chance to go grocery shopping this week, so I can’t cook for you. What do you want?”

“You don’t have to get me anything.”

“No, I insist, it’s almost dinner time. Lemme get you something. As a thank you for squeezing in an extra cramming sesh?”

“It’s fine! Really.”

“Hey, Reid, come on,” you attempt to stifle a stupid giggle as you gesture to the rather large window displaying the playroom inside, “you are a guest in my home!”

Spencer shakes his head and chuckles, but doesn’t dare let you think he found you funny, “I’ll have chicken nuggets.”

“Happy meal?”

He tried to look offended at your clarification, but he quickly dropped the facade, “Yes. Extra fries, please.”

“Of course, buddy.” You pulled up further to the ordering station, catching a glimpse at the menu and the ads they had displayed on it, “Oh no way! They have Strawberry Shortcake toys! I used to collect those when I was a kid!”

Spencer saw the look on your face and couldn’t help but smile at your childlike excitement, “Do you want my happy meal toy?”

You bit your lip and hesitated before throwing all shame to the wind and saying yes. Because it was Spencer. He got excited over chemistry, he had no right to judge you on your old Strawberry Shortcake doll collection.

After you got your food, you drove back to your house, and you ate together at your kitchen island while Spencer quizzed you on the last chapter. He had asked you eighteen questions so far, and you had answered all of them correctly.

“Okay, this last one is for the Strawberry Shortcake--”

“Her name is Orange Blossom.”

“Whatever, this last one is for the Orange Blossom toy: Which type of reaction is represented by this equation?” He showed you his notebook where he had written a molecular equation.

“Substitution.”

“Correct! Now balance it.”

Your shoulders slouched as the pride drained from your body.

“Please don’t make me.”

“This is going to be on the test, Y/N, you have to know it.”

“What’s one wrong question, really?”

“You and I both know she’s not going to put just one balancing question on the test.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, grabbing a pencil and sliding his notebook closer to you. You worked it out after a few minutes, but everything looked right, and judging by Spencer’s proud grin, everything was.

He reached for the figurine, still in the plastic bag, and handed it to you, “You’re gonna do great tomorrow, Y/N.”

You took Orange Blossom from his hands and danced around the kitchen with it, overwhelmed with the sudden feeling of confidence you gained from nailing this practice session. You heard Spencer’s small laugh from behind you, causing you to turn around and face the boy as he lovingly mocked you.

Studying at your place became a regular thing after that, even when your mom was home. She loved him. She always invited him for dinner if she was home. He rarely took her up on the offer, but it was nice having him around the house with you. Study sessions turned into just plain hanging out. You spent more time bonding over Doctor Who than chemistry some nights, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~

When Alexa Lisben invited him to meet her at the football field you were skeptical. You had good reason to be. She was never very nice to you or Spencer. You were able to be civil with her for the sake of the cheerleading squad, but something about her just didn’t sit right with you. You tried to warn him, but he wouldn’t listen. He seemed offended at the notion that Alexa would do something horrible to him. How dare you imply that the only reason someone would be interested in him would be to pull a fucked up prank?

“I’m not like you, Y/N, I don’t have a line of people waiting around for a date, no one’s ever had a crush on me before, and-and now that someone other than you is being nice to me, you’re telling me that they have some sort of ulterior motive?”

“Spencer. I know these girls, I’ve seen the guys they go for--”

“And I’m not like them?”

“No! You’re a sweet kid, you’re nothing like those guys and they’re gonna take advantage of that.”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying I’m just a kid!”

“You’re not! That came out wrong--”

“Listen, Y/N, I’m going whether you want me to or not, so if you really want to keep babying me, by all means, stay after and wait with me.”

“I don’t wanna baby you!”

“So stop it!”

You didn’t want to fight with him anymore, you weren’t his mother. “Ok, Spencer, fine. I’m sorry. You should go. How about you meet me in the library after and you can tell me all about it over McDonald’s? My treat.”

He warmed up and agreed.

So you waited in the library until four, and then you started to get worried. You went to grab something from your gym locker before you left to look for him and heard some girls from the squad gossiping about “the little dork.” Your blood started to boil as you heard the way they talked about Spencer. Your jaw only clenched harder as you recognized one of the girls’ voices as Alexa Lisben’s.

You poked your head around the lockers that divided the aisles and tried to manage a calm voice, “Hey Alexa? Spencer actually said he was meeting up with you today, do you know where he is?”

She just laughed and said, “I can’t believe you actually care about that loser.”

“He’s my friend.” All attempts to remain level-headed were tossed aside, “Where the fuck is he, what did you do to him?”

You could feel yourself starting to cry. It’s your fault, you weren’t there, you tried to warn him, but now you don’t know where he is or what he’s thinking or--

“Check the field.”

You sprinted out to the football field and saw him stripped down to his briefs, blindfolded, and tied to a goal post. You could kill Alexa. You actually considered turning right around and unleashing hell on that locker room, but your friend needed help. He was crying so hard he didn’t hear you coming until you called his name. You immediately went to untie him and grab his clothes from the fence beside him.

“You were right.” He sniffled, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m not mad, I’m sorry, I should have been there, I could have helped you--”

“No, you couldn’t. There were too many people.”

“How many were there? Who did this?”

“Y/N, please--”

“No, Spencer, tell me what happened.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it!”

You know when to stop, so you just shut your mouth while he got dressed, “Get in the car, I’m taking you home.”

You didn’t say a word to him as he buckled his seatbelt and you could tell he appreciated it. You just drove to McDonald’s and got him his usual. You parked in the parking lot and ate your food in almost silence, save for the radio in the background.

“You don’t have to tell me what exactly happened, you could pretend none of this ever happened, I won’t mind, it’s okay, but I just need you to know, Spencer, say the word and she’s dead. I have so much dirt on her, you have no idea, I can destroy her.”

“Don’t.”

“Okay, I won’t. At least give me names. I will personally make sure none of those boys ever get a date again.”

“Y/N, please.”

“I’m serious, I’ll tell everyone they have herpes.”

“I know you are and that’s what scares me, please don’t, I don’t wanna make things worse.”

You decide to drop it because if he doesn’t wanna talk about it, he needs a distraction.

After you finish your food, you ask him “Your house or mine?”

“Yours. Please.”

You drove back to your house and got yourselves set up on the couch in front of the TV, turning on an episode of Doctor Who that you had recorded. You made him popcorn as he curled up on your couch, clutching a pillow. You were mostly quiet for the rest of the night, but when you did talk, it was to ask him a question about the show or if any of the science was accurate. It was the best you could do to keep him mind off things. Eventually, he fell asleep and you felt too bad to wake him. He got up by himself around midnight, jolting awake as if from a nightmare, and considering how the last few hours had been for him, it probably was one.

“Hey, bud, I’m here, it’s me.” You didn’t touch him, knowing he got overstimulated sometimes when he got really stressed, but he felt around for you on the couch next to him, needing to know you were really there this time. You patted his hand when it reached across the cushion for you.

“What time is it?”

“Way too late for you to be here, let’s get you home.”

He nodded, slowly rising to his feet and looking for his backpack, which you reminded him he had left in the car. Your hand hovered above his head for a moment before he lazily drifted into you as he walked. You took this as an okay to touch him, so you ruffled his hair before loosely slinging an arm around his shoulders as you guided him to your car.

The drive back to Spencer’s wasn’t too long, thankfully, because you were sure his parents would be furious with him and the kid’s been through enough today. You wanted to take all the heat without making them think you kidnapped him. The lights were still on when you pulled into the driveway. They were probably worried sick about him.

When you knocked on the door, a frantic woman with short blonde hair opened it. When she saw Spencer, she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the house, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Who are you? What are you doing with my son?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong, Mrs. Reid. I’m Y/N, he’s been tutoring me.”

“How do you know me? Spencer, what did you tell her?” She looked at him and back at you, “Get off my property and stay away from us!”

“Mom, she’s a fr--”

“Go up to your room, don’t come out.” She didn’t sound like an angry parent reprimanding her son, she sounded almost... scared.

A million alarms were going off in your head, and you needed to try to get through to her, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, he was helping me study and we lost track of time, it’s not his fault.”

“I don’t care, I don’t know you, get off my property!”

You decided it was best not to argue, so you hurried back to your car and drove home as quickly as possible so you could shower and go to bed and pray that Spencer would be okay tonight.

~~~

Your phone rang early the next morning. You rolled out of bed to answer it, sprinting to the hall table to take it off the stand. Checking the caller ID, you realized it was from a number you didn’t recognize. Answering it, you heard Spencer’s voice on the other side.

“Hello, this is Spencer, is Y/N home?”

“Yes, you woke me up on a Saturday morning, where else am I gonna be, kid?” Your voice was scratchy as you struggled to fight off the sleep still clawing at your throat.

“Sorry about that. I was just calling to apologize for last night.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

“N-No, I’m not in trouble, I just wanted to explain why my mother was all--”

“She was worried, I get it.”

“N- she… My mother is a paranoid schizophrenic, she doesn’t do well with strangers. She doesn’t even remember what she said to you last night, she was having one of her episodes. She was just confused.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You were so shocked by his sudden revelations, you just stayed silent. You didn’t want him to think he scared you, so you had to say something. And apparently, that something was “Oh.”

“She wanted to apologize, but she’s just a bit embarrassed, so I called for her.”

“N-No, it’s okay, I…” It was suddenly so hard to say you understood because while it made sense to you, you wouldn’t fully understand what he or his mom was going through, you didn’t understand it, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind. He was just glad it didn’t bother you. After the events of yesterday, he couldn’t afford to lose you.

“Tell her I’m sorry I scared her.”

“Will do. She said you could come over so she could apologize personally and meet her if you want.”

“I’d love to. And Spence?”

You felt him take pause. You never called him that before, “Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you.”

“You wouldn’t scare me, dude, you can tell me anything.”

“Really?”

“I promise. I’ll see you Monday?”

Spencer nodded, but you couldn’t see him, so he spoke up through the lump in his throat, “See you Monday.”

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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The tape (part 7)

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Your pov:

You made it to the car before the tears started. They were rapidly falling down your cheeks, clouding your vision and your mind. Of course Niall had said that, of course he thought you were making a mistake going back to Harry so quickly. Hell, EVERYONE probably thought it was a mistake to trust him so easily again, but no one knew. They didn’t know how you felt, how Harry felt, or everything the two of you had gone through together. They knew nothing and yet they all had the audacity to judge your actions in the situation. You started the car, needing to get away from his house as fast as possible, but also having no idea where to go. You didn’t want to go home. You didn’t want Harry to see you like this and risk him getting upset and losing whatever feelings he had figured out with Niall, thus being the person to once again ruin One Directions already uncertain future. You also didn’t want to drive to Liam or Louis’ and involve them after your previous conversation where you told them to back off and let you and Harry figure it out on your own. You pulled out of the driveway, looking in the mirror as you left, Niall sitting on the porch in tears, calling out your name. You almost went back, almost gave him another chance to explain, but you also knew he needed to be sober and willing to talk before that would ever work out.

You decided a drive would be good, but you didn’t have anywhere specific in mind you wanted to go. You just thought that a little wind in your hair with your music blaring was exactly the distraction you needed before going home to Harry and explaining the events that had unfolded. You turned the volume up, rolled the windows down and sang along, “why men great till they gotta be great, woo, I just took a DNA test, turns out, I’m 100% that bitch.” you stopped at the red light, quieting your singing when the car next to you looked over with concerned faces. You probably looked like a crazy woman, tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes, and singing Lizzy at the top of your lungs, it was almost a cry for help. You heard your phone buzzing and looked down at Harry’s name. You reached for the phone, which had fallen to the floor on the passenger’s side, when everything stopped, your vision went black, and the loud boom of a car hitting yours echoed through the intersection.

Harry’s pov:

It had been hours since (y/n) had left to go talk to Niall, HOURS. It shouldn’t have taken that long. Harry had texted her, called, and yet no response which was abnormal. Normally she would at least send a text back letting him know that everything was going okay. He had complete trust in her, but something wasn’t sitting right about the situation. He dialed Niall’s number, hoping to get some clarification but there was no answer from him either. He paced around the living room anxiously. What if she decided to chose Niall, what if she decided he was right, leaving Harry in the process. Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest, he had just gotten her back, he couldn’t lose her, not again. He clicked another contact and held the phone to his ear anxiously awaiting the answer. “Louis?”

“What do ya want now, fooking hell Harry, can’t seem to do anything without getting a call from you these days.”

“Sorry...sorry....it’s just-”

“Lemme guess, (y/n).”

“She’s been gone for hours...neither her or Niall are answering...I don’t know what to do.”

“Well I’m about to pull into Niall’s so I’ll let you know what they are up to.”

“Why are you at Niall’s?”

“He wanted to watch the game together. I didn’t know (y/n) was going over or I would’ve held off but I’m about there now so its a little late. I’ll send her home to you.”

Harry sighed and bit his lip, “I just want to know she’s okay...”

“I’m sure she is mate, just relax. I’m literally two minutes from his driveway.”

“You don’t think she would-”

“She’s not gettin it on with Niall. I think it’s pretty obvious who she loves and it isn’t the Irish lad.”

“Yeah, I’m probably just overreacting.”

“Exactly. Okay, I’m pulling in now. I don’t see her car...did she drive herself?”

“Yeah...yeah she would have her car.”

“Well maybe she’s on her way home...hang on Niall is on the porch, I’ll ask him.”

“Okay..” Harry’s nerves were going insane, he couldn’t even stand still. Something just didn’t feel right.

“Niall, when did (y/n) leave...” he heard Louis shouting to Niall but couldn’t quite make out the answer. “Are you sure?”

“What? What is it?”

“Niall says she left an hour ago.” Harry’s heart sank. If she wasn’t at Niall’s where was she? “I’m sure everything is okay...” Louis tried to reassure him, but it wasn’t working.

Harry hung up and dialed her number again, but there was still no answer. He called again, “come on (y/n).....answer.....answer....” No answer. He hung up and texted her, *everything okay? where are you?* He sat down and tried to think of what else to do...he might be able to track the phone but that wasn’t likely..she had blocked him from her location after the sex tape leaked. *Just let me know you are okay....Im getting worried* He dropped the phone to the couch and picked up the remote to turn on the tv, maybe some Friends would take his mind off it. He clicked resume on the episode and tried to focus but his phone buzzing immediately had his hopes up. “(y/n)?” he answered before looking at the number.

“No. It’s me.”

“Louis what the hell.”

“Turn on the news...”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine.” He turned the tv to cable and went to the local news station. “All I see is they are reporting an accident....”

“Yeah. Doesn’t that look like (y/n)’s car though?”

Harry’s breath was pulled from his chest as he anxiously waited for the car to be shown. There it was. A black car, he couldn’t quite make out the model but it looked like (y/n)’s. “We are currently awaiting police reports from the incident but can confirm there are two dead, and three that were care flighted in critical condition after the accident occurred. We will have more information for you right after the break.”

“Harry?” Louis’ voice cut through the silence. “It’s probably not her...”

“It was her car. I know it was. I mean I think-”

“Why don’t you come over to Niall’s and we can wait for more news...You shouldn’t be alone.”

“Yeah...yeah okay I will.”

“Alright good. See you soon.” Louis hung up and Harry grabbed his keys, trying to shake the thought from his head. Two dead.....was she one of the two? Was she in the hospital? Was she okay? His heart sank, the feeling of pressure on his chest. She had to be okay.

He drove to Niall’s fast, faster than he should’ve. He almost drove by the accident site, just to confirm if it was her car, but the traffic was lined up miles down the road as they had shut the intersection down due to the accident. He made it to Niall’s and pushed through the door, tears already in his eyes. “Are there any updates?” he sat down on the couch not even looking at Niall and Louis. Louis shifted uncomfortably and looked at Niall who put his head down. Harry looked over at them, his eyes searching for answers.

“Well...they explained that the white car there, they weren’t paying attention or some shit and slammed into the two other cars, the black and the what color is that? Green?” Louis was trying to explain it but Harry could barely listen as they showed the totaled cars.

“Two died so far, the other three are in the hospital with serious injuries.” Niall finished. He looked at Harry and sighed like he wanted to say more but also that he understood the situation and that it wasn’t the time.

“Is (y/n) okay?” Liam came walking in, looking around at the others sitting on the couch.

“We don’t know...there hasn’t been any news.” Louis said looking at Harry for any sign of emotion. Harry didn’t know what to feel. He felt hollow, like there was nothing left. He felt the way he had when (y/n) had pushed him away at Louis’ the night he tried talking to her. If (y/n) was gone, there was no hope left for him, he wasn’t sure he would ever be okay again without her.

“Well has anyone had any contact with her?” Liam was trying to be logical, trying to debunk the theory that it wasn’t her.

“Niall was the last one who talked to her.” Harry spat, looking at Niall. “He was the one who saw her last.”

“Did she say where she was going?” Liam looked at Niall who shook his head.

“We didn’t- she didn’t- we didn’t really end on the greatest of terms.”

Harry laughed, frustrated with the whole situation. “Of course.”

“What’s that supposed ta mean?” Niall stood up walking towards Harry.

“It means, she came to give you a second chance and you must've fucking blew it.”

“You know why I blew it?” Niall poked Harry’s chest. “Because I told her it was a fuckin mistake to trust you and go back to you after you fuckin cheated on her.”

Harry pushed Niall back, “You know what the mistake was? Trusting you with the sex tape secret. If I had told anyone else we wouldn’t be in this problem.”

“I should’ve told her the minute I found out, then at least her leaving you would've been on account for your actions and not mine.”

“She’s not leaving me.” Harry growled. “We are working things out.”

“Oh yeah?” Niall mocked. “Then why was she here? Why was she trying to talk ta me about the sex tape, about everything that happened?”

“Because she’s a better person than you will ever be. She’s trying to mend the relationship she had with you, so that you two can stay friends.”

“Friends? I wouldn’t say that. I think there’s something more there than she wants ta admit.”

“She told me she thought of you like a brother. Maybe you shouldn’t even get the title of friend though after breaking her down once again..”

“Then why did she let me kiss her huh?” Harry didn’t even say anything, his fist collided with Niall’s cheek, sending Niall stumbling back. Louis grabbed Niall, and Liam grabbed Harry, separating them before anything else could happen. “That’s right. She could be dead and the last person to kiss her was me. How’s that make ya feel Harry?”

“Both of you need to shut the fuck up. This isn’t helping anything.” Liam let go of Harry and stepped between him and Niall.

“Seriously. All that should matter is (y/n).” Louis relaxed his grip on Niall and looked at Harry. “You two need to figure out your differences as well, this is getting old. Niall, (y/n) doesn’t love you the way you love her. It’s been obvious for years and we should’ve said something then. Harry you can’t blame Niall. You can only blame the other car for hitting her, if it even is her we don’t know.”

“Louis’ right.” Liam stepped back. “Niall you kissing (y/n) was just stupid, I mean what did you expect would happen. I think anyone of us would hit you after admitting that. Now you two work this out, Louis and I are going to call and order dinner since this seems like it could be a long night.”

Louis and Liam left the room, leaving Niall and Harry sitting on the couch glaring at each other. Neither wanted to speak first, but someone was going to have to. Niall touched his cheek where Harry had hit him and winced. “It was a good shot.” Niall commented.

“Thanks...been working on it for a while.”

“I can tell, really got me good. PR is gonna have a fit when it bruises.” Harry laughed and tried to be mad, but Niall sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I only did it to see if there was something there. She pushed me off immediately though, said she only ever loved you. I should’ve accepted it but I pushed her farther and she left upset. It’s my fault she is where she is now”

“No.” Harry shook his head. “It’s not your fault. It’s not mine.” He looked over at Niall. “This was wrong place, wrong time. The rest of the situation doesn't matter. So you kissed her, or got into an argument about me being a dick, you can’t control her, no one can.” Harry laughed lightly. “That’s something I’ve always loved about her. She never does what she’s told. She's too independent for that.” He stood up, pacing the room again, trying to distract himself from the situation.

“She's going to be okay.” Niall stood up and walked over, pulling Harry into a tight hug. Harry felt the tears falling down his cheek, he held tightly onto Niall and nodded.

“Now that’s better.” Louis nodded approvingly. He carried a couple beers out and offered them up. Niall took one, downing most of it in one sip but Harry pushed the bottle away. He wasn’t in the mood, not when he didn't know where (y/n) was or if she was okay....or alive.

“Have you checked your phone at all Harry?” Liam asked sitting down with a bag of chips.

Harry looked around and shook his head. “I thought the sound was on and haven't heard anything but I’m not sure...” He grabbed his phone from the floor and looked at it. There were a few twitter notifications but other than that nothing. He dropped it to the couch and stood up. “Should I call the hospital and ask?”

Louis shook his head, “you’re not family, they won’t give you any information even if she is there.”

“Maybe you could call her family?” Niall suggested.

“Who was her emergency contact?” Liam asked, taking another handful of chips from the bag Niall had stolen.

“I was...I’m not sure if she changed it or not...” Harry’s head dropped and he stared at the phone, willing it to give him some kind of answer.

“Check your home camera’s, maybe she made it home and her phone is dead or somethin.” Liam suggested.

Harry pulled up the livestream and shook his head. “She’s not home.” He sighed, “Maybe I should just drive by the scene and explain the situation. They might be able to give me some answ-” Harry’s phone ringing stopped him dead. He stared at the name and wave of relief washed through him when her name popped up. “(y/n), thank god, you had me worried sick.”

“Mr. Styles, this is Officer Watson..” Harry’s heart fell, the phone fell out of his hand and he sat there frozen, unable to answer. Something had happened to her.

Louis picked up the phone, “Hello? Ah, yes, Officer Watson, this is Louis Tomlinson how do you do?” He looked at Harry and then at the others and then at his feet. “Yes, I’ve got Harry here with me...yeah...yeah I do believe that’s correct that he was her emergency contact....” Harry looked up with tears in his eyes and Louis bit his lip. “Is she- is she okay?”

“Put him on speaker mate.” Liam whispered.

Louis put it on speaker and continued on, “Yeah...yeah we saw there was an accident...is she okay though?”

Everyone held there breath, Harry looked like he was about to pass out, Niall looked sick, and Liam just looked nervous. “Well...the accident was pretty bad, and unfortunately-” Harry broke into a sob, interrupting the answer and Louis shook his head.

“Sorry about that, do continue.”

“Yes, well, unfortunately (y/n) was injured in the accident. She was taken to the hospital unconscious. I don’t have any more information to share with you, but did want to let you know she will be there and that they are accepting Harry Styles, as her medical contact to show up eventually. Sorry to have to inform you of this...if you have any questions contact our department, otherwise, we hope everything works out.”

“Yes...yeah, thank you mate, Harry will be on his way. We will contact you with more questions in the future. Alright bye.” Louis hung up and handed Harry’s phone to him. Harry’s eyes were rimmed with red already, his breathing fast and unnatural. “Harry...” Louis tried shaking him, looking at the other guys for help. “Harry you need to go to the hospital..”

“What if she’s dead?”

“He said she was alive when she got there, so come on.” Louis grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him up. “If she wakes up alone, she’s going to be scared to death, do you really want that? Do you want her waking up alone?”

Harry shook his head and stood up. “Will...will you guys come as well?” They nodded and Louis grabbed his keys, ushering everyone in the car.

The drive to the hospital was silent, no one in the mood to talk and the only sound was coming from Harry who holding back sobs. Louis pulled up to the ER and let Harry out so that he could run inside while they parked the car.

Harry walked up to the desk, wiping his tears and holding his breath, unsure of what he was about to find.”Hi, uhm I’m Harry Styles...my girlfriend (y/n) was brought in here from an accident....the...the officer said that I would be able to come in and and see her....”

The nurse looked up at him with her mouth open, clearly not expecting Harry Styles to walk in. Harry nervously tapped the counter, waiting for her to answer. He wiped a tear that was falling and stared at the girl again. Louis, Liam, and Niall came running up behind him, looking at the girl as well. “Did ya find anythin out?” Niall asked.

“Not yet...” Harry mumbled. “Excuse me...I’m looking for (y/n)...she was brought in by ambulance or or by careful flight im not exactly sure...”

The nurse stared again, looking from one boy to the other, mouth open in shock. Louis was getting impatient, tapping his foot. “Okay. If you won't give us answers we will find someone else.”

“No..No sorry. Uh, yes. (y/n)....(y/n)...ah she came in an hour or so ago with the other victims of the accident. Uh she is still unconscious...” she looked at the boys again. “I have Harry listed as the emergency contact which means he is able to go into the room but until she's transferred out of the ICU, he’s the only visitor allowed. Her room number is 12A. It’s on the left down this hallway.” she pointed to the right and smiled.

“We will wait out in the car for you Harry. Let us know what happens okay?” Liam clapped Harry on the back and pulled him into a hug. The other guys nodded and followed Liam out while Harry moved to the right side of the hallway.

“12A....12A....” he finally came to the room. The door was closed and lights dimmed. He had no idea what he was walking into but he knew he needed to see her. He pushed open the door, his breath catching as his eyes caught sight of her. She was unconscious...just as the nurse had said, her small frame in the big bed. Her face had a nasty bruise and some cuts, but other than that he couldn’t tell the damage. He sat in the chair next to the bed and gripped her hand, softly rubbing his fingers over the cold skin. She was ice cold. He placed a kiss on her palm and then touched his head to the back of her hand, whispering, “(y/n)....(y/n) if you- if you can hear me....I-I just wanted to let you know I’m here....and I’m not going anywhere.”

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So I know this seems a little dramatic....BUT I wanted it to be something big that brought everyone back together....ALSO since I’m already on part 7....I figured I would extend the story to make it an even 10 parts...Now the 10th part is actually just going to be the story and all the parts added together in one extra large story so stayed tuned!

Will (y/n) wake up? Will she be okay? Will she remember Harry and the boys? Will they make it through the next hurdle?

xoxo

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amazingdriverfics · 4 years

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if your requests are still open, can i ask for Pale with the smutty “you aren’t taking me to bed….ever.” ‘who said it had to be a bed?’ i think it’d be ... FUN🗣

A/N: Sure thing, sweetie. I hope you like these, I love writing requests and I love Pale very very much too :)

warnings: smut and cheating

Request? My masterlist

It is an important event, woman and men spin together in the dance floor, while others , like yourself, watch. Your husband was too busy talking business with some stupid CEO’s to notice you, because of that you are sitting in a chair all alone, slowly sipping the bubbly champagne filling your crystal glass. What a waste of time you think to yourself, you are dressed in your most beautiful dress - a shiny silver dress which hugs all your curves perfectly, the right amount of sexy and elegant -, your hair is in your favorite style and your makeup highlights your wonderful face and yet you are alone wishing you had never gotten out of the house.

Your marriage was dying quickly, you were pretty sure Jack had an affair with someone at his office and you could barely force yourself to talk to him without wanting to puke, but nights like these were all about appearances, tonight you and Jack are the perfect couple, you are beautiful and smart and he is a businessman. God, you hated patriarchy.

The sound of the heavy chair next to you moving takes you out of your head, without thinking you put a smile on your face ready to face the husband you swore to love, but as you turn to look, your smile dies. The man sitting in the chair isn’t Jack, you had never seen him in your life, he had a shoulder length black hair, dark eyes, red full lips, a constellation of freckles and moles in his face and for the first time in forever you felt desire.

“I hope this sit isn’t taken” his deep voice seem to echo in your head, increasing the fire starting to burn in your stomach, but you were a married woman and there was no way you could give into it.

“It is” you reply dryly, keeping your face in an annoyed expression.

“Too bad I don’t give a fuck” the unknown man states, eyes shining with amusement as his hands wonder in his black suit reappearing holding a pack of cigarettes.

“I’m sorry, do I even know you?” as the question leaves your lips, you spin your head around trying to find Jack, but, unsurprisingly, you aren’t able to locate your useless husband.

“No, I’m Pale, nice to meet you” he mumbles, cigarette in between his teeth as he ignites it on fire with a beautiful gold lighter which you notice matches with a chain around his strong neck. You don’t reply keeping a straight face, behaving as you were expected to.

“I was fucking tired of those snobs and this hellhole of a party, dance whatever the fuck this is and as soon as my eyes landed on you I started to believe in destiny, or whatever those hippies call it, because you might just be the one thing to make this whole shit worthy of my time” Pale continues unbothered by your lack of interaction.

“Look, I have a husband” the clarification makes him laugh, smoke leaving his nostrils as a hoarse laughter spreads the fire in your stomach to your intimate parts, it had been a long time since anyone but yourself touched there.

“Well, let’s add it to the list of things I don’t give a fuck about. It’s not like I’m looking for romance” he purrs, eyes filled with malice as they stare yours.

“Let me rephrase it so you get what I mean. You aren’t taking me to bed...ever” as the words escape your mouth you can’t help but wish it wasn’t true.

“Who said it had to be a bed?” he talks back with a smirk in his perfect face “Look, y/n ” Pale takes you by surprise and you instantly open your mouth ready to ask from where does he know you. “Stop acting like a brat, let me finish” he interrupts you “Your jackass of a husband is cheating on you with his secretary and, since you’re not fucking dumb, I’m guessing you already know it and I’m also guessing he hasn’t pleased you ever, because he doesn’t know how to take care of a woman” he leans into you before finishing, placing his mouth right next to your ear “Now, I know how to take care of one, so lemme take care of you, I’ll make you cum so fucking hard that you’ll be ruined for anyone else”.

All the rules you were supposed to follow and your will to remain faithful do Jack suddenly leave your mind, as wetness starts to gather on your underwear. The man by your side made you feel desired after being treated like shit by the husband you had come to hate for months.

“I’m taking your silence as a good thing, follow me” he says before standing and as you take a look at his body, which seemed about to tear the white shirt he was wearing under the suit, your thoughts become all about how tall and hot the mysterious Pale is.

Pale doesn’t wait for a reply - which wouldn’t leave your mouth anyway from how amazed you are - before passing through the crowd of people dancing and entering a corridor you had never been to before, and you? You follow quickly, not enough for anyone to become suspicious, dying to enjoy whatever he was planning to do with you.

He stops in front of a mahogany door and his dark eyes filled with lust take a quick look at you before his hands open it, revealing a library filled with thousands of books, a beautiful indian carpet on the floor under a fluffy crimson couch. You watch as his figure enters the room and sits on the couch, legs spreaded and his trained eyes on you once again.

“Come in, close this door and strip” he demands without stuttering causing you to obey. Slowly, you enter closing the door behind you. As soon as your body is in the middle of the room, your hands find your zipper bringing it down, as the dress falls to the carpet, your nipples - hardening from his gaze and the sudden change of temperature - and underwear are exposed to his hungry eyes.

“Now come, sit in here” he taps roughly to his thighs before taking the top part of his suit off. Once again, you do as your told, giving into your needs letting your worries outside the library. Your bare thighs meet his covered ones as your nipples are pressed against his shirt lightly making you squirm with anticipation, your arms rest by your side since you are not sure you are allowed to touch him.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you? You’re husband is outside that door and you’re here showing these pretty fucking tits to me” Pale states as his hands travel on your sides, passing your hips, waist, ribs, before landing on your breasts where they stop, roughly, he squeezes them, causing you to close your eyes as a breath leaves your mouth. “I bet you’re fucking loving it, bet you’re all wet for me” he continues.

And it was true, you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been this wet, you feel like a horny teenager all over again, Pale had barely touched you, however you are already ready for him.

Too distracted by the sensation of his hands on your tits as his fingers provoke your nipples, pulling your nubs before massaging it, you don’t feel as he gets closer, only noticing it when his lips meet yours. Surprised, you open your mouth and Pale takes the opportunity, his tongue entering in it and dominating yours in a demanding and rough kiss. Out of instinct, your arms wrap around his neck, nails lightly scratching his covered back.

Against your covered hole you can feel his erection, from need and desire you start to gently move your hips back and forth, trying to create a relieving friction to your ache. “Eager, are we?” he mocks, disattaching his lips from yours and making you nod anxious for his touch. “Get up” Pale orders taking his hands off your niples and slapping your ass, the ‘smack’ noise echoing through the walls.

As you stand on your feet, you feel like you’re going to fall any minute, your legs are weak and a little bit shaky and the way he is looking at you doesn’t help at all. However, before they failed you, he gets off the couch towering you before quickly sitting you on it, forcing your legs to stay in a similar position his had been moments ago, exposing your wet underwear to his eyes.

Still standing, Pale starts to get rid of his layers, not intentionally making a show out of it, but watching it, you have to fight the urge to run your fingers in between your folds imagining it wouldn’t please him at all.

As soon as his cock springs free, its red head slapping against his belly and the veiny extension proudly standing, your mouth waters and you can’t wait to feel it filling you up, you had never seen one as big as his.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck your tight cheating pussy with it in no time, but first, let’s get you ready for it or I’ll break it and we don’t want your husband to know someone is actually taking good care of you, do we?”

“No” you test you voice and it comes out hoarse and submissive, in this moment you are sure that you would do whatever he commanded you to. He rubs your cheek with his fingers before pressing his thumb against your lips and you don’t think twice before allowing it in and sucking on it, seductively pressing your tongue on it.

“Get it nice and wet for me, slut” he spits and you do as your told, covering his thumb with spit happily lapping your tongue on his finger over and over again. “That’s enough” Pale’s deep voice says and with a sad moan you let his finger go.

“Hey, don’t you complain, whore. You’re going to take what I give to you and you are going to like it, are we fucking clear?” he asks and you nod, not trusting your voice to satisfy him with an answer.

“Good” he purrs as his fingers starts to make its way down, his figure bending a bit so he could access your dripping cunt. Pushing your panties aside, Pale press his wet thumb against your swollen clit, instantly making a groan escape your mouth as your hands fly to his arms, hyper aware of his touch.

Slowly, he starts to rub it, a smirk on his face as his eyes watch your face, seeing how his simple touch is already making you melt under him. When his middle finger starts to ease into you, your walls clench already eager for more of it, getting the message, he inserts one more, curling them on your inside and hitting your sweet spot.

“R-right there” you stutter, pleasure ripping through your veins. And without answering, Pale continues to hit it every time he curls his fingers before taking them off your hole as his thumb continues the lazy pace on your clit, the pressure not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you wetter as you feel you juices coating his fingers more and more, until he is finally capable of inserting one more of his thick fingers - which were about one and a half of yours each - in your greedy cunt. The only sound despite your moans and whimpers filling the room is the sloopy sound of your pussy being filled and then emptied.

When Pale thinks you’re ready, he takes his fingers away placing them in his mouth and eroticly cleaning them up until there is no trace of your juices on it. “You’re taste just as good as you fucking smell” he says causing you to clench on nothing, aroused by his praise.

He walks to you and adjust your figure on the couch, making you stay on all fours as his weight push the top of it down just behind you. Keeping one hand in your waist, Pale guides his thick cock to your folds, running it up and down coating it with your juices before placing its tip against your hole.

As he eases into you, impossibly stretching and filling you, you start to be unsure if he’ll really fit, it seems like his dick will rearrange all your insides, but his moans and loud breaths encourage you to relax. “Fuckfuck, your pussy is so tight, I bet no one touched in a while” he gritts through his teeth, and you nod, aware it was true.

When his erection is finally completely inside of you, he stays still for awhile giving you the necessary time to adjust to his size, but you eagerness doesn’t comply with his action and before you can stop yourself, you squeeze his cock with your pussywalls a sign for him to start moving. Your action makes a groan fill you ears as his hands close harder on your skin and as he starts to slowly push back, keeping only his tip inside of you, before slamming it hard back inside. Just this one action makes you aware that it was true what he had said, Pale was going to ruin you for any other man.

He sets a merciless pace, filling you up completely and hitting your cervix again and again, as his balls hit your clit and his stomach hits your ass roughly making it red and reducing you to a mess of cries for more and moans.

And even though it seemed impossible he gives it to you, the slap slap of his skin becoming louder as his cock gets in and out in an inhuman pace, his sweat falling on your back as yours accumulated on your hairline, the effort of standing on your hands and knees as he pounded into you becoming too much by the second, as your orgasm starts to get closer.

When it finally hits, your mouth drops open as your eyes close, and your walls clench milking his cock and making him cum. The time seems to stand still as you are completely aware of every inch inside of you, of the way his hot big load mix with your own release, of how tight his hands are gripping you - which will probably bruise - and just how satisfied you are.

“See slut? I made you cum, bet you’re snob husband never did and now you will need me all the fucking time to fill you up this good, aren’t you?” his hoarse voice from the orgasm declares and you whisper a ‘yes’ knowing he was fucking right.

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The event is ending and you are once again with your husband, his arm around your waist bringing Pale’s grip on it to your mind, but nothing in your appearance gives what you did away and since Jack was too busy talking business or whatever, he hadn’t noticed your disappearance.

“Before we go, love, I want you to meet the new manager of our franchise” Jack’s annoying voice gets you out of your head and you politely nod, faking a smile as he guides you to one of the hundreds of people you had met tonight.

“Pale, this is my wife y/n” your husband says and although your face remains neutral, the air stops in your throat as you realise how Pale knew so much about you and Jack.

The tall man turns around, face unbothered as usual as he looks at you like he had never seen you before. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you” he says taking your hand in his before giving it a quick kiss, which sets you on fire all over again.

“The pleasure is all mine. Since you are the new manager guess we’ll be seeing each other a lot from now on” you reply, a chast smile on your face as you mind wanders through all the possibilities.

#pale burn this #pale x reader #pale x you #burn this #adam driver #pale smut #request #refletction

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Fights & Hot Chocolate | Dick Grayson

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: can I please request a Dick Grayson x ps! Reader where they fight because she’s part of the teen titans and he doesn’t like the fact that she’s always the first one to fight, and steps in when someone else is in danger so she ends up really injured and he tells her that she can’t go on missions ? Can it be so angsty but then super cutesy and happy at the end?? Pls and ty!!

Warnings: mentions of injuries, light angst, mentions of fights, overprotective!Dick, language maybe? That’s always a given with me, light fluff, mentions of hot chocolate.

A/N: for the love of me I can’t write action so I shifted a few things in the request for this to come out as decent.

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You walked out on him that morning, tired of the same excuse he gave you before every mission. When teenagers fantasize with a protective boyfriend they never think about said boyfriend not letting them do their job, no one fantasizes with their partner making them feel so small actually.

It was hypocritical, yelling at you for putting yourself in danger when he did that every night. Dick was great in every other regard, but when it came to vigilantism he was biased and it was time for him to see it. You feared that fighting so often would damage the relationship, but giving in wasn’t an option because it simply wasn’t fair for you to quit being a Titan— not after how hard it had been for you to believe in yourself, to believe that you were as capable an athletic as the others no matter your weight and complexion.

His orders were harsher when directed at you that day, drier in contrast to the way the spoke to the others. You had already expected it, Dick wasn’t always good at keeping his anger at bay and although he was getting better the pressure of being the leader of a team took a toll on him.

Everything was going smoothly until it didn’t. Gar was too slow and your instincts kicked in. Pushing your friend aside, you yelped as soon as the blade pierced your skin.

Dick’s worry increased as the minutes passed. He was told he had to be patient, not one of his qualities if anyone asked him— or you, or Alfred, or Bruce— and one that even if he had would fail him in such a situation. He should’ve known you would be your stubborn self and put yourself in danger, and he shouldn’t have yelled at you.

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White light blinded you, a pang on your right side making you wince as you tried to adjust to the uncomfortable surface you were laying on and the harsh lighting.

Alfred was by your side in an instant, making sure your vital signs were okay. You weakly smiled at him as a thank you which relieved him. He helped you get comfortable on the bed, careful to not hurt you.

“How’s everyone else?” you struggled to ask.

“They’re more than fine, Ms. (Y/N). You’re the only injured one.” Great, just another reason for Dick to yell at you as soon as he saw you.

You didn’t expect your boyfriend to enter the room the moment Alfred left. The silence between you was as uncomfortable as awkward— he clearly wanted to say something, so you waited for a comment that never came.

Dick couldn’t stop staring or find the appropriate thing to say for that matter. He had known you would be okay, but what if you wouldn’t? What if he hadn’t taken you to Alfred on time? What if the injury had been more critical?

He skipped patrol that night to stay with you in case you needed anything. Your silence hurt him, he wanted to hear your voice, to know you were okay by your own words. Fighting with you always bummed him, and the reason behind said fights always being the same wasn’t comforting at all. He didn’t think it was fair for you to worry him as much as you did because you couldn’t help but putting other people before you— he loved that about you because of how kind and caring you were but he hated it because he didn’t want anything bad to happen to you.

Dick understood, however, that either of you saying something would end in another fight. Not wanting to upset you, he just made you company until you fell asleep.

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Dark strands of hair were such a familiar sight to you. Through your fingers, on your chest or stomach, between your legs, from behind the mirror when Dick fixed his hair as you did your makeup... your favorite one was when you’d get home and he’d be on the couch, laying on his side with a hand under his cheek and his untamed hair let you know he had been tossing on the couch like he often did when he was watching tv or playing video games before falling asleep.

The one you were seeing was close to that, but his neck was stiff and his body curled up in what seemed an attempt to fit perfectly in the armchair. He stirred awake no long after, you hoped it wasn’t because of the intensity of your gaze.

Groggily, he asked, “how are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you answered truthfully.

He bolted up the chair the moment you made a motion to change your position.

You lifted a hand, “I can do it on my own.”

Dick ignored your stubbornness and held you carefully with his palm flat on your back. You groaned as you tried to get comfortable, annoyed by his gesture to no end. His exasperated sigh made you roll your eyes, maddening you even more.

“Can you stop acting like a brat for a moment?”

“I wouldn’t act like a brat if you didn’t make me feel so guilty, Richard!” You snapped.

He huffed, crossing his arms. Opening his mouth only to clamp it shut, Dick turned around and sat back down, seemingly deciding to keep quiet. Probably for the best.

The recovering days were nightmarish. Your boyfriend didn’t really speak to you but would be overprotective at every moment. Dick had gone to the extent of leaving you under his family’s care, his siblings would take turns with Alfred to come and visit you, they’d bring food and movies to watch so they could distract you.

Tired of it all, you waited up for him one night. You felt fine, you weren’t in pain anymore, and you had started to do lightweight chores.

Dick threw his duffle-bag carelessly to the floor upon hearing noises in the kitchen. To his horror, you were making what looked like hot chocolate.

“Lemme do it,” he said from behind you, his warm palm resting lightly on your lower back as if to steady you.

You merely shook your head, your attention never moving away from the saucepan. “Do you want a cup?” you asked softly, hoping you could avoid another fight.

He didn’t answer you. Dick continued to steady you until the beverage was ready. Surprised, you poured the hot mixture into the two mugs you had ready. He removed his hand from your backside to pick both mugs, carrying them to the table.

Smirking to yourself, you turned the hob off. His eyes didn’t leave your form, watching every move you made toward the table. Dick had already pulled a chair out for you which you took, nodding as a thank you.

“You feeling better?” You nodded to answer his question. “Alfred said you’ll be good as new in a couple of weeks.”

“That’s a stretch,” you blurted. Your expectations were to be ready by next week.

He took a gulp of hot chocolate to restrain himself. He had promised he’d try, although it hadn’t gone well the first time he could try some more. “It’s a safety precaution,” he opted for explaining, softly putting the mug on the table.

Wrapping your fingers around your mug, you unconsciously sighed as the heat from the ceramic warmed your palms. “Are you still mad at me?”

“I don’t know,” he answered bluntly. “I don’t want to,” his clarification came quickly, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

Dick didn’t doubt it. In fact, one of the few things he was sure in life was that you would never intentionally hurt him. He worried his fear of losing you would make you think he didn’t view you as capable— words weren’t enough to tell you how proud he was of you. And he was sure it was mutual.

“You need to be more careful,” he repeated what he said every time you got injured.

Placing the mug down, you wiped the chocolate mustache off with a napkin as you nodded. “You need to not get mad at me for doing my job, though.”

Dick nodded back, extending his hand across the table to place on top of yours. You marveled at how warm his palms were all the time, how their weight was always so comforting. Like him.

“Am I forgiven?” he inquired, standing up to take the seat next to yours instead of the one in front of you.

Chuckling, you feigned pondering. “I suppose you are,” you teased. The relief of the tension between you finally coming to an end increasing as he turned his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Thank God,” he exclaimed, leaning to kiss the side of your head. “I hate sleeping without you.”

“That makes two of us.” You leaned closer to him too, placing your head on his shoulder. You knew better than trying to get too touchy at that moment, he’d scold you and get protective, after all.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x plus size reader #plus size fanfiction #plus size reader #robin x reader #robin x plus size reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing x plus size reader dick grayson #nightwing #robin #dc x plus size reader #dc x reader #batfam x plus size reader #batfam x reader

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Return to Me - Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten: The Galaxy Within Reach

A/N: Again, sorry it’s late! School is crazy. A few notes about this chapter: unfortunately, Poe is not shirtless in this chapter, but I thought his expression was perfect (and the gif isn’t too bad to look at either). I headcanon Poe as having a few tattoos, so that’s present in this chapter. I promise, this is (I think) the last time we see the pink dress again. Since we haven’t seen him in a while, I’ll add the link to Lin Ral’s faceclaim again. The speech Poe gives Black Squadron and the title are taken from the Poe comics, which again, you should all read if you love Poe. Umm, I think that’s it. Lemme know if you wanna be tagged and your feedback is welcome!

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 4,031 Synopsis: As the Resistance scrambles to find a place to go after Crait, the reader has to make the tough decision to reveal her connection with Count Lin Ral in order to save everyone aboard the Millennium Falcon. Both Poe and the reader take the first few steps to getting the Resistance back on track.

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Just get away from Crait. That was the only instruction Leia had given Chewbacca as everyone boarded the Millennium Falcon. Together with Rey, they quickly jumped the ship into hyperspace and left behind Kylo Ren and the First Order on the red salt covered planet. But now that you all were far away from the First Order, you needed to have a more specific course in mind, and preferably to a location that could help get the Resistance back on its feet.

Crowded around the table that Chewie usually Dejarik on, you sat with Leia, Poe, D’Acy, Finn, Rey, and Nové, arguing over where the best location would be.

“But we have allies on Naboo!” you yelled, hitting your hand against the table.

“Our allies may as well be enemies if they are under control of The First Order,” Leia said sternly. “I would love for us to return to Naboo,” she said, softening somewhat, “But until we can send a reconnaissance down to see what has happened, I won’t risk it.”

“What about any of your parents’ friends?” Nové asked, “Could any of them help us out?”

“No one is going to want to stand up against the First Order. Not after what they did to the Hosnian System. People are too scared. They need something to believe in, and that’s not me,” you added quickly, “They knew my parents well, they barely know me. Just by name.”

“What about Yavin 4?” Poe asked with a grin, clearing his throat at your side. “I’m sure my dad would be glad to host us.”

“Maybe for a moment, but we need somewhere to set up a permanent base. The old base on Yavin 4 isn’t operational, and the First Order knows where it is. We need to go somewhere that they would never expect,” Leia said. You found Nové’s eyes across the table and knew that she was thinking of the same place you were thinking of. A place that the First Order would never think to check.

“What about Serenno?” you said.

“Serenno,” Leia said with a smile, mulling the decision over.

“We don’t have any allies on Serenno,” D’Acy said, looking to Leia for some clarification. “At least, none that I’m aware of.”

“I have one,” you said with a smile, “And I think I can convince him to keep us hidden. It might not be a base, but we can definitely lay low for a while, catch our breaths.” Poe looked at you curiously, especially when you said him.

“That’s a great idea, Y/N,” Leia said, “Contact Serenno, and Poe, get this ship on course.”

“Yes, General,” you said at the same time. You both stood, but you allowed Poe to walk out first. Leia gave you an encouraging smile.

“Serenno is the best option,” she said.

“I know,” you said with a frown. She nodded at you once more as you made your way towards the doo with Nové following close behind, as Leia turned her attention to D’Acy. Once you were alone, you gave Nové the same worried look you had given Leia.

“She’s right,” she said with a sigh, “Serenno is the best choice.”

“I know, I’m just not sure Lin will see it that way,” you said, chewing your lip.

“Well, it’s a good thing you can be so convincing.” You frowned at her as she patted your arm. “Come on, we better give him a heads up before we land on his front step.”

You moved down the Millennium Falcon until you found a private corner to reach out to Serenno within. You waited anxiously as Nové tried to make contact, and tried not to focus on everything at stake. You had all lost so much already, you weren’t sure anyone else on board could put up with another loss if Lin Ral refused to help you.

“Alright, Y/N, he should be up soon,” Nové said, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned your head to look at the holographic image of Lin Ral materializing before you and put on a fake, forced smile.

“Y/N. I’m so glad to see you safe,” he said once the connection solidified in front of you. “I got word about Naboo, and only assumed the worst.”

“Thankfully, Nové, Zaisa, and I are safe. I do not know if the same can be said for my people.”

“How did you get away?”

“I was off planet when the attack happened,” you said. He nodded and moved in his frame, seeming to try to get a sense of where you were.

“Where are you now?” he asked.

“It’s a long story, and one that is better said in person. You have been asking me to come to Serenno for quite some time, I hope this isn’t a terrible time.”

“No, absolutely not,” he said with a smile. “It’s perfect timing, actually. I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” you asked, shaking your head.

“Yes. But I’ll wait until you’re here.”

“Alright,” you said with a confused smile, “Lin?” you asked as it seemed he was about to sign off.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you for another favor?”

“Of course, my lady,” he answered with a smile.

“Don’t tell anyone I’m coming. There is too much left unknown in this galaxy since the destruction of Hosnian Prime, and I don’t know who I can trust.”

“You can trust me and my word,” he said sincerely. “I won’t tell anyone you are coming.”

“Thank you.”

“I shall see you shortly, then?”

“Yes.”

“Fantastic.”

“Oh, and Lin? One more thing?”

“Yes?” he asked, his handsome smile never leaving his face.

“I may be coming with more people than just Nové.”

“Oh?”

“I’m bringing the remainder of the Resistance with me.” His eyes widened, but his smile never faltered.

“With an explanation, I hope?”

“In person, yes.” He laughed gently and nodded his head.

“Alright. I’ll see you soon. Be safe.”

He signed off, and with your bit of good news, you stood up to leave Nové . She was still trying to reach out to anyone on Naboo, even if her hope seemed to be shrinking by each failed outreach. You left her alone and went searching for Leia. At least, that’s where you told Nové you were heading, but you soon found yourself just outside of the cockpit.

“So, this is the legendary Millennium Falcon,” you said appreciatively, taking a step in. Poe looked back at you and smiled. He was sitting next to Chewbacca, co-piloting the Falcon, which had been a dream of his since he was a kid.

“Think you’ve got it from here?” Poe asked Chewie, standing up. The Wookie called a response, making Poe chuckle. You backed out of the cockpit and waited until you were both a few steps away before you looked at him.

“How are you feeling?” you asked.

“Good, considering I was knocked into a wall.”

“Twice,” you reminded him.

“Twice,” he agreed with a laugh.

“You should get some rest. And you definitely need to get looked at again.”

“I don’t know, I think I look pretty good,” he said with a grin.

“You’d look better without the limp.”

“Help me out?” he asked carefully, nodding his head down the hall.

“I was supposed to go tell Leia that Serenno is awaiting our arrival,” you said, looking the other way.

“Then why’d you come here first?” he asked, taking your hand. You smiled and let him lead you down to a more private room down the hall.

“There’s got to be a first aid kit around here,” you said, beginning to open cabinets and rifle around as you both stepped inside.

“Y/N.”

“Hang on.”

“Y/N,” Poe called again, this time softer. You shut the cabinet you were searching in and turned to him. He was propped up on a bench, his bad leg extended. He had a soft look on his face, his eyes looking up at you pleadingly. “Come here.”

You walked to his outstretched hand and laced yours in his as you sat next to him, your pink dress spilling out onto the both of you. He chuckled as he pushed a lock of hair out of your face and smiled at you.

“Thank you for bringing me back to my senses,” he said, his voice deep and gentle.

“Back in the cave? That was—”

“Not just in the caves. I was beginning to lose my focus, the thing that kept me going. Being around you again,” he said, sighing with a smile, “I’m just really glad you came back when you did.” You smiled softly and looked down at his lips. He tugged on your hand, leading you to his mouth. You met in a gentle entwine. Poe put his hand in your hair, pulling you in closer just as you pushed him off. “What?” he asked.

“Take off your pants.” He raised an eyebrow at you, a smile growing on his face. “So I can check your leg,” you said with a smirk of your own. “I’m sure when you were stunned you opened up the cuts again.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Pants.” He sighed and awkwardly stood and stripped his pants off, moving gingerly around his injured leg. You tried to keep from staring, but it was impossible with him. You saw the end of his back tattoo, a large depiction of the Force tree that was planted in his childhood home’s backyard, and suddenly felt breathless.

“Happy?” he asked, sitting back down. You smiled and looked at the gauze wrapped around his knee and lower thigh. Blood was beginning to seep through it again, as you suspected.

“You should have got this checked out a long time ago.”

“Well, I’ve got you looking at it now,” he said with a smile. You rolled your eyes and carefully started to pull the bandage off of his skin. He grimaced as you pulled a little too strongly and grabbed hold of your wrist.

“Sorry,” you said, stopping your movement.

“It’s alright. Just distract me,” he said.

“How?”

“Tell me about this ally in Serenno.” You looked back down at his leg, not wanting to have this discussion.

“He’s a count. I don’t know him all that well.”

“And yet you trust him to keep our operation secret?” The bandage had come off, and now you could see the bloody burns and scrapes that Poe had sustained when the hangar on the cruiser blew up.

“Does it hurt?” you asked.

“It’s fine.” You frowned and quickly brushed his cheek as you stood up again. “Where are you going?”

“To get a first aid kit. There’s got to be one on this ship somewhere.” You didn’t take more than a few steps down the hallway before you found the basics needed to clean him up. When you came back in, you forgot for a moment that he was only in his boxers. You tried to fight the heat in your cheeks, but it was hopeless.

“What?” he asked with a smile.

“Nothing.” You sat down next to him and looked him in the eye. “This is going to sting.”

“I’ve handled much worse.” You frowned at him and turned back to his wound. You poured the liquid into his leg, and indeed, it did sting as he grabbed your arm tightly.

“Ow,” you complained. He smiled at you and soon relaxed as the medication started working. You reached for the new bandage, but he took your hand.

“If you’re going to do that, you have to answer my question.”

“Poe,” you tried, but he frowned at you. He wasn’t going to let it go. “Fine. If you must know, Count Lin Ral is trying to court me.”

“Oh,” Poe said angrily.

“It was arranged by Lord Broden.”

“I thought queens couldn’t marry.”

“They can’t,” you said, beginning to rebandage his leg, “Broden is only looking to the future.” Poe shook his head, looking anywhere but at you. “I don’t want to marry him, Poe.”

“Good.” You scoffed and finished wrapping his leg, cinching it too tightly at the end. He grimaced but didn’t reach for you that time. You stood up and made to move for the door until he called your name again.

“What?” you asked, looking back at him with a sigh.

“Don’t go.”

“I have to give him an answer soon.”

“What are you going to say?” he asked as you moved back to his side.

“I don’t know. My parents were pushing for it, of course,” you said, rolling your eyes as you sat down next to him, “But I don’t want to.”

“Is he nice?” he asked. You looked into his sad eyes and frowned.

“He is.”

“Handsome?”

“I’ve seen better,” you said with a smile.

“He is probably politically connected, too.”

“He is.”

“Sounds like the perfect candidate to become your husband.”

“He is.” Poe looked hurt and pursed his lips. “According to my parents, anyways. There’s just one thing that’s wrong with Lin Ral, that’s wrong with every other man.”

“What’s that?” he asked, looking back at you with wide eyes.

“They’re not you.” He smiled and took your hand in his again. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. That’s why I’ve been so reserved with you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I just couldn’t bear it.”

“I understand,” he said with a nod. He looked you over slowly as a smile spread across his face. “You could make it up to me by taking off your pants, too.” You smirked and rolled your eyes.

“Not here,” you said.

“Then let’s go find a bed.”

“That sounds like a great idea, you need to rest,” you said, standing up.

“Why don’t you help me rest,” he suggested, standing too, and awkwardly shrugging into his pants again.

“I can’t.” He wrapped his arm around your lower waist and pulled you into his chest. “I have to go check with Leia, remember?”

“Yeah, but what if—”

“Poe!” You both turned towards the door and saw Finn and Rey walk in. You pushed Poe off again and took a step back, making him roll his eyes.

“What’s up?” Poe asked.

“We just got a transmission from Jessika.”

“What?” you and Poe asked at the same time.

“A distress signal, for you,” Rey said. Poe looked over at you and frowned.

“I guess resting will have to wait. Go.” He nodded at you and gave your hand a quick squeeze.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said, the worry evident in his face as he slipped out of the room.

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You delivered the news to Leia, reveling in the fact that she looked relieved for the first time in a very long while. She sent Connix away to confirm the news with Chewbacca, just as Poe walked in. He apologized for the intrusion to your meeting and took Leia away for a few minutes. You looked up at them hopefully when they returned.

“Commander Dameron will not be coming with us to Serenno,” Leia said, looking at you with a frown.

“What? Wait, Commander?” you added with a smile.

“Yes, as long as he doesn’t fuck it up this time,” Leia said with a smirk. “Black Squadron is in danger, and as Poe put it, they are the Resistance.”

“I agree completely, but how are you going to get there? You aren’t going to take the Falcon, are you?” you asked, looking to Poe.

“No, I’m going to borrow a ship.”

“From who?”

“Grakkus the Hutt.” Your eyes widened as you looked between the two of them. “A lot has changed, Y/N/N.”

“Clearly. How soon do you leave?”

“Now. BB-8 just informed me that my ship has arrived, and Black Squadron can’t wait.” You nodded and looked at him with wide eyes, before remembering that Leia was still in the room. She cleared her throat and made a sorry attempt at excusing herself, giving you and Poe a chance alone.

“I know there’s no point in trying to convince you not to go,” you said, standing up as the two of you walked to each other. “But I would really like to.”

“They need me,” he said, taking your hands in his.

“I know, but so do a lot of other people.”

“If you would just say you need me, I would stay,” he said with a smile.

“I don’t think that’s true,” you said quietly.

“No harm in trying it, though.”

“Save Black Squadron, and then come back, safe,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I need you.” He nodded his head and leaned in to kiss you.

“Be safe,” he said when he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“I will.” Leia walked into the room a few moments later, breaking the two of you apart. Poe took a step back and left after you both wished him well. Leia took a seat once he was gone and beckoned for you to sit next to her.

“So, what’s going on with you two?” she asked plainly.

“Nothing,” you said with a smile.

“I don’t think that’s ever been true.”

“Well, nothing has changed.”

“You have,” she said. You smiled at her gently. “Are you ready for Serenno?”

“I think so.” She nodded her head.

“What are you going to tell Count Lin Ral?”

“The truth.”

“All of it?” she asked, cocking her eyebrow.

“We’ll see,” you said with a shrug.

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“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Snap asked, standing with Poe after he had come to their rescue on Ikkrukk. “Whatever happened, I mean. Whatever you aren’t telling us yet.”

“Yeah, Snap,” Poe said with a frown, “It’s bad. I’ll tell you all the story, but not just yet. You almost died here, but you didn’t. In fact, you won. You deserve a chance to enjoy it.” Snap smiled back at him and touched his shoulder.

“So do you.”

“I don’t know about that,” Poe said, shaking his head. “You know, I’ve been thinking about all of this. Thinking about the fight.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think it’s about heroes. I used to. Got that idea burned right out of me. It’s not about the Jedi, or the best pilots in the galaxy winning against impossible odds. It’s not about saving the galaxy. It’s about saving your galaxy,” he said as Karé joined their group. “The one within your reach. You choose right over wrong. When it’s dark, you try to bring some light. You end your journey knowing you made things brighter. If everyone made that choice, well, I think everyone can. Maybe they just need to see how you do it. I think that’s the fight.” The rest of Black Squadron had gathered around him and he smiled back at them.

“I really am so glad you’re all safe,” he said.

“You too, Poe,” Jessika said.

“Now how about that drink? We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

“Oh, hell yes,” Snap said, leading the group. Poe made sure to catch up with Karé and pull her back from the group.

“What?” she asked.

“What happened on Ithor? I thought there was a general who wanted you to stay for a while.”

“Yeah, well it wasn’t just my flying he liked,” she said, giving him a knowing look. “I bailed after he revealed his real intentions. I’m afraid that means we won’t have their help, though.”

“No worries,” Poe said, shaking his head. “It’s better that you’re here. That we’re all here together.”

“So, that speech Y/N gave me,” she began with a smirk. “That was something else, wasn’t it?” Poe laughed and nodded his head.

“Yeah.”

“I’m guessing she’s part of that galaxy of yours you’re trying to protect.”

“Yeah, just like you,” he said, putting his arm around her shoulder. She wrapped hers around his waist and smiled at him.

“You’re different,” she said with a laugh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, it’s not exactly different, it’s just a side of you I haven’t seen in a while.”

“And what side is that?” he asked, approaching the rest of the group.

“I don’t know. But definitely like the one I saw when you and Y/N were together,” she said. Suralinda handed him a drink, a peculiar look on her face, but Poe tried to ignore it. Once they all had glasses in their hands, Poe raised his first.

“To a great win, and many more to come. To Black Squadron!”

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You waited next to Leia as the drawbridge of the Millennium Falcon extended onto a nearly quiet base. You wrapped Poe’s jacket around you tighter as the cold air reached you. A thick cover of trees protected the Falcon from anyone’s line of vision. Even if they weren’t there, the hilly terrain of Serenno made it impossible to see anything more than twenty feet in front of you.

A mist covered light stood a few yards from you, with a tall man standing regally underneath it. You laughed to yourself at his hands behind his back, which was straight as ever.

“Lin,” you said as you approached. He took your hands in his and smiled cordially.

“Welcome to Serenno, Your Highness.”

“Thank you. May I introduce my close friend, L—”

“No introductions needed, General Organa,” he said, bowing softly. “Welcome to Serenno.”

“Thank you for accommodating us on such short notice,” Leia said.

“It was no problem. Anything for Y/N.” You smiled at him before quickly glancing at Leia. Being around Lin in front of her felt like cheating on Poe. “Please, come into the castle. We have food prepared and any medical assistance you might need. We weren’t sure what kind of condition you would arrive in. And don’t worry, my lady, I’ve only told the necessary people, and they’re all sworn to secrecy like myself.”

“I cannot thank you enough.”

“Nonsense. You have nothing to thank me for,” he said, offering you his arm. You smiled and took his arm, sparing a glance back to Leia. Behind her, the rest of the Resistance began to file off of the Millennium Falcon, just as ready to see what Lin had prepared as you were.

“I hope you’ll enjoy your stay as much as you can. I will wait for that explanation until later, but it seems like quite the story,” he said, looking back at the following group.

“It really is,” you said with a yawn.

“I know you must be eager to get some rest, but I cannot wait another moment to give you your surprise.”

“You really don’t have to do anything. You’ve done enough,” you said.

“This is a good one, though,” he said, finally leading you out of the dark tunnels that connected the isolated hangar to the castle. You entered into the warmly lit entertaining area. Your eyes traveled along the rich furniture and the warm fire, longing for a deep sleep anywhere in the room. As your eyes glanced around, they found the surprise Lin had for you. Two figures walked towards you, and for a moment, you had to convince yourself that it wasn’t a dream.

“Mom? Dad?”

#poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #sw imagine #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fanfiction #return to me #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #sw #sw fanfic #sw fanfiction

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scgdoeswhat · 5 years

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I keep thinking about Kane and what if myself and other Kane fans are blessed with a 20 diamond scene with him. I also wonder about the merman they introduced us too. What if the hiatus was to do JUST THAT!? Or am I just dreaming and it will not happen?

You know, I actually wonder if they might give Kane some type of option because I don’t know if they anticipated the level of some of y’alls thirst for some chaotic Kane D 😂😂😂 Throw a monkey wrench into the whole thing or something.

I just answered the merman Cyran question here! Though I wonder if they might make it a possibility if there’s a Book 3?

Honestly, I think the hiatus was to streamline and strengthen the plot in Book 2. I think I talked about TE2 in a reblog before, but I also have a somewhat lengthy theory on what they’re doing and why. Not sure if anyone wants to read about it so it’s shelved for now.

If they do introduce a sexy scene with Kane, lemme know how it reads because Clarette is loyal to only one 🍆 these days! (It’s Beckett, just for clarification purposes LOL)

#te kane #the elementalists #scg answers #ask scg #ask box #anon is on #anon ask

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bramblepaws · 5 years

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this is the anon b4 who talked abt paulo being poor bi rep. i just wanna say two things and then i might send in a longer thing if that’s okay or if u want clarification. first, ppl can’t be stereotypes, they don’t work that way! those r strictly for generalizing a group of people. an irl person acting a certain way is... normal...? its not stereotypical 4 a person to b a person lol. second, im bi. i rlly dont think all bi ppl act the same lmao. i just want more/better rep in media writing wise.

anon from before again, just to be clear idk if that comment abt thinking all bi ppl act the same was directed at me or not but. if it *was* directed towards me, it stung to read as a bi person. i wouldnt think that... or want anyone thinking that. i know bi ppl are all individuals lol. that’s all! sorry to like uhh... spam ur inbox ahdkshskdjskdj if u dont feel like posting either anon feel free tbh. just wanted to clear some things up in general..

IMMA BE HONEST I AM HAVING A HARD TIME FIGURING OUT... WHICH ANON SPECIFICALLY U WERE BEFORE.. but i. will do my best to answer this

also i dont think. they were. intending to say that ur assuming all bi people act the same? at least IDK i didn’t read ur message that way, if im assuming that ur the anon i think u are; i read your complaint as more of “we have One main bi character and im not a fan of it being... this” which is Totally Fair IMO? like wanting to see good bi representation in media is.. sometimes more preferable than seeing “accurate” bi representation in media. because. media is different, it influences people, and we want it to influence in A Good Way. it’s hard to walk that line of making sure lgbt people are still PEOPLE while also ensuring that they don’t encourage negative stereotypes

LEMME KNOW IF IM... MISINTERPRETING ANYTHIN THO

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likeshipsonthesea · 6 years

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Sorry for being unclear, the dex/lax bro fic that you said you were leaning twords angst on. Does that help?

Anonymous asked: Hey would your ‘ships on the sea’ fic ever curve around to nursey/dex? Would it even work in that world?

This ask is a clarification to the above ask, just for those who don’t know.

Some backstory before I answer this question: I kind of hc Dex/Sean the lax bro in every one of my fics, as a one-night stand or a friends with benefits thing or whatever, but I don’t always address it. I typically don’t, actually, because it usually doesn’t come up in the fics I write. (An example of this is the existence of Luke, an OC I created, Dex’s captain and lover (ew) and complicated person, who doesn’t appear in every one of my fics, but in my mind is always part of the reason Dex is the way I’m writing him).

So simply put, the answer is yes, I think nurseydex could happen in this world, because in all my fics where nurseydex does happen, Sean and Dex were already a thing.

As far as the fic I am currently writing (the one with the angst, sorry), the relationship between Dex and Sean is kind of turning a lot more emotional and romantic than I’d expected it to be. This fic takes place early in Dex’s frog year, right when he gets to Samwell and really before he unlearns any of the bad habits he’s been given growing up, before he’s had the chance to grow and see himself as he wants to. In this fic, Dex is still heavily closeted (aside from the men he has sex with/dates), very angry and restrained, and I don’t think Nursey could genuinely be romantically attracted to this kind of Dex.

(Like, I know there’s the trope of people falling in love with people they hate or whatever, but I think with something like this, not just Nursey’s perception of Dex as an ignorant person but also Dex’s stubborn-ness and unwillingness to change, turns Nursey off too much to allow for any attraction to really form, beyond physical or whatever, until Dex starts to grow.) (Also, not saying that Nursey doesn’t also have things to grow about, but speaking just about Dex’s lack of experience in the world, this is how I feel about their relationship.)

So what I’m getting to, is that in the fic I’m currently writing, with Dex and Sean and angst, the portion of Dex’s story in this world will not get to the point where Nursey could start to love Dex, nor do I think Dex could really let himself love Nursey in the place I’m probably going to leave him in the end of the story. I think, further down the line, nurseydex could definitely happen in this version of their world that I’m creating, with the growth I envision for Dex (and Nursey) in their later years, but in the fic I’m writing, nurseydex will likely not be a thing (and I’m not sure if I’ll ever really even hint at it, which is gonna be hard for me, lemme tell you)

((Also I realize that the absence of nurseydex and the fact that it’s gonna be angst and not the pseudo-comedic thing I had with the original unfinished fic pieces is probably going to decrease its popularity significantly, but I’m writing this fic because I’m having fun with it and some people seemed interested in it and I’ve been trying to get more into OCs and stuff for my own personal writing development, so though I know a lot of people probably won’t be into it, I hope, when and if I do post it, people will enjoy it!))

Thank you for your original message, and the clarifying one! This is actually really fun, to think about my fics and thought process and stuff. I’ve been doing it a bit more lately, privately and on here, and it’s really been helping me when it comes to planning out the stories and journeys I want to go through in my fics. If anyone wants to send in messages about things I’ve written, I’d definitely enjoy that! So thank you for this message and getting me to think :)

#personal #dex and sean the lax bro #i think that's gonna have to be a tag now #seriously though if anyone wants to send in stuff about other fics #any fics #i'd be really down #:)#writing rant

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memedokies · 7 years

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(almost) every anon ask since fall 2016

if u havent noticed i am BAD at answering asks so here’s a Big Dump of most of the asks i’ve gotten in the past few months

ps; i’ve excluded pokemon suggestions bc i plan on getting to them at some point

Hihihi!!! What brushes do you use in fire alpaca?? i dont do much in firealpaca (esp not lately lol) but when i did use it a lot i just used the fill bucket and the standard/default brush to fill in gaps n such lol! i dont really draw in it, i used flash/adobe animate for the lineart and just fill in color in firealpaca :3

when did you start animating? uhh when i was around 11 or 12 when i started digital art i guess? i just used photoshop for the longest time then got flash when i was like 15 or so

How did you get flash? i got the creative cloud dealie, its technically required for my school :—-0

hello!! what are you majoring in in vcu?? im thinking about going there for college im in communication arts! omg cool lmk if u come here ill tell u where to get the best bubble tea

how many fps do you use for your wiggly animations? i work at 24 fps in flash on twos but just end up using photoshop’s 0 second frame delay/ “no delay”?

Hey love your animations! What do you animate with? adobe animate 2017! (previously flash)

You mentioned a YouTube channel but I can’t seem to find a link to it? Do you post processes on there? https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCovvoZxlQjFaIA7A3w_94Zw theres not much atm but i plan on posting a lot more, including process/speedpaints!

i really like your art style gosh darn!!! everythings so fluid and stylized and nice aaa (also ur animations are goals) do u have any tips for someone still developing their artstyle???? WAH TYSM!!!!! compile art you already like and incorporate aspects from their styles into yours, BUT dont limit urself to one style! if u like something then try it out! do straight up copies (as PRACTICE, DONT CLAIM IT as your own ofc) of stuff you like to see how they work and what you’re clicking with. spending time on fundamentals is MEGA helpful so keep going back to that too! USE REFERENCES!!! draw …from ur soul…what makes u ..FEEL good

how do you make that burn effect on your lineart? it makes it your pieces look sharper and even more interesting, it’s super cool!! when i used to use flash for lineart and firealpaca for coloring a lot, setting the lineart layer on BURN with the coloring layer seeping a lil past the lineart would get this effect automatically

(like on the whiskers. u can see it gets a brighter brown(?) and the warmer yellow on the ears)

but since then i’ve been using sai+photoshop more so i just do it manually! i’ll use this funny pic of me and my cat as an example lol

^i select the lineart/everything i want the funky color around

^slam that INCREMENT button a couple times

^make a new layer under the lineart

^fill that puppo with ur preferred color! something brighter works best, or even straight up white

that’ll give you something like this

then i open it in photoshop

and i mess with the pink line layer’s blending mode..color burn usually does the trick but depending on the Look you’re going for, saturation, multiply and overlay have some similar effects that look cool.

i also usually get rid of the outermost edge of pink line that’s visible around the lineart, just so it looks a little cleaner? to do that you just select around your lineart, increment/expand selection, and delete/erase in the selection of the pink line layer

uhh yeah! lmk if anyone needs clarification on this, i have some other #TIPS on makin ur art look crusty and funky so…lemme know if you’re interested :—3

What do you use to animate? And, a more specific question, how do you make transparent animated gifs? adobe animate 2017! (previously flash) i export my animation from flash as a png sequence then open it in photoshop, where the background will be transparent and save it as a gif from there nyaaa

if anyone needs more clarification lmk and i’ll make a proper walkthrough :-0

Hello!! Ur art is rlly pretty and so inspirational and nice to look at!! 💗💗 I was wonderin’ if ya had any tips on choosing shapes for characters? Like, when you draw shapes for a certain character, it looks rlly like it fits with the character’s personality n stuff!! ( e.g: Your Love Live! drawings!! The characters look so good in your style.) I’ve always admired how u did that n was hoping for some tips maybe?? Anyways, have a good day!!💛💖💟💜💝💞💖 HOOGA!! TYSM!!! and YEA you basically guessed it, i mainly just think about the character’s personality and translate that into a shape or Pheeling…

especially for anime characters i look at the Very Subtle differences in the character’s original design..or possibly canon implications…for example kotori has slightly different eyes (it also says on her wiki page she has soft droopy eyes!) so i make sure to incorporate that Detãile

anime wiki pages that have details like that is nice, for love live they have cute lil “charm points” which is really cool n helpful! listening to how a character is described in their world can give clues to what differentiates them which you can make more clear in your design

taking into account each characters context is good too, what they do/hobby/personality and how that could affect their appearance/posture/attitude

YEAH its really fun to figure out certain characteristics and make it evident in their appearance! or. idk thats just what i do lol. hopefully this helps!

Have you ever seen the anime jojos bizarre adventure? alas i have not..i have some friends whom are into it so i’ll prob end up watching it sometime lol

sorry if this is obvious but!! are you the creator of Fork and Knife: Food Fighters?? your gif of fork is super cute btw!! yes i am!! wah tysm!!

Hey my little sister found your animation on an online art gallery and she really loved it! omg cool, thanks so much!!

Your style is so lovely!! OHG thanks!

your blog is so precious i love it a lot! your art is so cute too ^u^ waa thanks!!

Your art and animations art really cool! Keep up the good work! You are amazing!! aahg thank you!! :’333

your art is fuckening amazing hh broe…tysm

Oh my gee, I used to follow you on Deviant Art, and now here I am, finding you on accident. You’re still as talented as ever. =w= b hUIOpugh deviantart, my homeland..my origin.. thank you!!!

- O mg I love your art! 💕💕💕 thank you!! heart emojis!!! 💖💖💖

- your art and animations give me so much inspiration, thank you! everything about your style is so fun and it cheers me up omg this validates my top tier goal in life, im so glad!! thank you SO much!

Your style is so charming and adorable ;__; thank you!!

ur art is so gross in the best way possible this is the biggest compliment ive gotten thank u so much. i love making gross squishy awful drawings

IM SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU!!!! IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR AGES!!!!!!!!! I LIVE FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! BHOLY CRAP THANK YOU!!!

your art style is very cute ! 🌱 oohg thanks!! thanks for the little sprout emoji, i love her

GOOD ART!!!! good art good art good art EVERYWHERE I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHHGG THANK YUO

how do ya draw such cutely its driving me nuts Nuts NUTS !!! I LOVE SPARKLES AND BRIGHT COLORS AND FUNNY ANIMALS..its my lifeblood..thank u..

You’re a really rad artist! I’m Glad there’s some cool artists that are local! Have a good time at VCU! oh wow thanks!!

Ur shapes r so good thanks i LOVE a nice wholesome shape!

I rlly like ur art style my dude thanks!!

hi! just wanted to let u know that you’re wonderful and i wish u well in everything u do this is making me bVERY HAPPY THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Im love You!! IM L OVE YIOU

that meowth boy is so good. i love him as he is my son THANK YUO i too, love meowth a Lot

I love how your art is basically lines and curves, it’s very cute oo thanks!

i love your art style so much!! it’s so zesty? i cant think of a better word to describe but its like. zesty & refreshing & rly rly cool !!! THATS A BEAUTIFUL ADJECTIVE I LOVE IT thank u so much!!!

You seem like you would watch Osomatsu-san. I could see you drawin dem bois in you hella rad art style. osomatsu was the wildest ride of my life. tho i dont think i could physically be able to sit down and draw them seriously ever…

Pls make more angry cat comics theyr so halarious plllls 👀 more are on the way!!!!!!

Have you done a meet the artist i sketched one when the meme was still poppin..is it too late lol? maybe i’ll still do it

#asks

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freyadragonlord · 7 years

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So you said ur girlfriend is bi? Did you mean bisexual or biromantic? Bc I don't understand how an ace person and a bisexual would date... if one of u has sex and another doesn't. Not meant to be rude.

She is bisexual. And we date because we love each other. Plus, I found out what asexuality was and identified with it two years after I stared dating her.Asexuality is not celibacy, it’s not like “I can’t or won’t have sex”. It means I do not experience sexual attraction. I can fall in love with anyone. (And i never even physically met another ace person in my life, or if i had they didnt come out to me so i wouldn’t know. If I could only date a homo or bi romantic ace girl, I’ll be alone until forever).An ace person can perfectly date a sexual person, but it requires constant communication, because some ace people are willing to have sex to please a partner, while others are repulsed by sex. It requires nogotiations and understanding of each other’s boundaries and necessities.

I’m about to make an example that will make many people cringe, me included, but strangely it’s a good explanation.In the TV show The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon Cooper is asexual (it’s never stated out loud, because that show is crap at representation, but it’s clear from the way he talks about his experience) but he is dating an heterosexual girl. He is at first completely unwilling to have sex, and she is fine with it (although sexual frustrated), but after years of being together they get to a point where he agrees to have sex with her, not because he feels forced but because he is finally comfortable with the idea and wants to make it a gift to his girlfriend. After he states he had enjoyed it, but it hadn’t changed his world or suddenly turned him into a sexual person. He still doesn’t experience sexual attraction.Again, I don’t know how The Big Bang Theory, a shows that constantly makes fun of things that should in no way be made fun of and that has some of the most unhealthy relationships since Ross and Rachel, managed to create a very realistic and relatable ace character (relatable at least for me, ace people have all different experiences), that even has some very sweet romantic moments. But it’s not like I could have made any other example because it’s one of the only asexual characters on TV. AND, the other characters of TBBT constantly make fun of him for not “wanting” to have sex, or expect him to suddenly become a sexual person since he is dating. That’s because they, and most probably the writers of the show, don’t know what asexuality is and how it works.

I am honestly really not shocked that people don’t understand it since we have little to no good representation in movies and tv, and I never even heard of the word “asexual” once on the screen (I think there is one show that called a female character asexual, because I saw a gif once, but it didn’t say the name of the show so I never managed to find it).

The only other cases I can think of are Varis from GoT, who is aromantic asexual, maybe Susan from OITNB (maybe because she is obviously romantically interested in girls but she once admitted she doesn’t “understand sex” or why people want it, so I am just hoping they will reveal more) and the original Sherlock Holmes, who in the books is obviously not interested to anyone ever, but even there people will argue that is just “Watson’s understanding of it”; in the TV show Sherlock there had been a couple of times (one inside Sherlock’s mind so it’s extremely important) where he seems to be trying to explain how he just never feels attraction to anyone, but John responds to him that “everyone does its the natural order”.And of course every time I try to bring up Sherlock may be ace I get violently attacked by JohnLock shippers because that is tumblr for you…

So, I hope I answered your questions, lemme know if you want more clarifications.

#asexuality #ace #aces #representation #asexual

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mylostwanderingsoul-blog · 7 years

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(1/#) Hi hon, I know I keep bothering you because I asked before, but I just want to ask someone, anyone. Does he like me? I'll start from the very beginning. We met two years(?) ago, he's a year older but we had the same class-Art. at first, I don't think we ever caught each other's eye. He was just someone, who i shared the same last name with. And at the time, he had this girl he was "seeing" & she's much waaay prettier and smarter. But then later on, my friend, close friend, had saw him.

(2/#) They never actually met, but she asked me who he was and I told him, and she said that he was cute. & then me and my other friends decided “Lets hook them up.” At the time, I ddin’t like him, I didn’t even know him. I didn’t know he had a girl at the time tho. But then, we started talking, like skype groupchats or a skype call once. & at first I was just like “Hey he’s pretty funny & cool.” But the more I began to talk to him, the more I ddin’t realize, that I was slowly falling too.I mean I kept avoiding it, especially after summer bc I felt guilty as hell. Like how did I allow myself to fall for him? But I brushed it aside, thinking it was just a silly crush at the time, and I began to try to get him to hook up with my friend. & we talked a lot in group chats and at school, we sort of talked whenever we saw each other in lunch or in the mornings at the hallways. I later even had him on snapchat. It wasn’t until, half a year later, I realized that I really liked him.Like a lot. & i mean, we talked over snap a few times (we have a streak too) & we talk sometimes at lunch. We always catch each other’s eyes tho. Like a lot in the hallways or during lunch. But I kept my feelings hidden, bc I love my best friend more. But her? She’s always talking to guys. As if she doesn’t like him but at the same time she does?? I don’t get it. I know that he’d go for my friend bc shes way prettier and smarter. But lemme tell you, last month, our grade had a presentation & in this presentation, his grade came to see ours. & like apparently out of me & my friends, he only came to see my presentation. He only came to me & we talked for a while, & he even teased me a lot, by taking my laptop & trying to read my poem while I tried to get it back from him. & then two weeks ago, I think I realized that I am too deep in liking him, bc for the first time, I saw him unexpectedley in the hallway& my heart began to race, like speed up and race. & it all felt new to me& I told u this before, but I asked for some guy’s snapchat that’s in his grade, & like he said he doesnt have it, but then he asked my if i was interested in the other guy. I said no obviously lol. But yesterday, I was walking with a guy friend, and every single time we passed in the hallway, he would playfully tease or shove him for fun. But I realized he sort of only does that when I am with that certain guy friend, & im srry for this longass story lol but I just want someone’s opinion.

Hi Anon!

Because you wrote a lot (don’t feel bad, I appreciate the background and more information), I am going to write my answer out in points, just to make it easier.

1) This is something simple, but I don’t want you or anyone to feel like they are bothering me with questions - even if they are repeated. This is what I’m here for, so ask away!

2) Please don’t compare yourself to the other girl or your friend and say they are way prettier and smarter than you, so the guy will never choose you. If that’s the only reason people dated each other - well those are shallow people. It’s the personality that is important too, so please don’t put yourself down like that and compare yourself in that way to others. It’s not fair on yourself.

3) You can’t help who you fall for - feelings don’t work that way. We can’t just say whether or not we are going to like someone, so don’t feel guilty. If this is something you feel bad about because your friend may like this guy, then you should talk to her about it and see where she really stands with him. Get her thoughts about the situation. But again, this isn’t something you can’t control and you certainly cannot force yourself to not like someone. If it happens, then it’s natural. Feelings and emotions come and go as they please really.

4) And this is the important one……whether or not I think he likes you. And quite frankly, I would say that he does have feelings for you. So I’ll break this down too. Taking time to see another person, especially someone you may like is huge. I mean when you are in a relationship, you always want to make sure you make time for your partner and always see them/talk to them. So the fact that he went to see your presentation only, makes me think that he really cares about what you are doing and will take time out of his schedule to see you. As well, the whole teasing bit. So story time: when I was in high school, there was a guy that liked me, and the only reason why I knew was because he always teased me. Like I’m talking pretending to push my binder over the desk, hold my chair in with his foot so I couldn’t pull it out and sit down, that sort of thing. The teasing never stopped - so if he is teasing you, that’s actually a good sign, oddly enough. Usually guys in and around the high school age group show they like someone by teasing them. That’s just what they do for whatever reason. So if he is teasing you like you’ve mentioned, I would take that as a good thing.

Overall, it really does seem as though this guy is certainly interested and may possibly have feelings for you. And like I said - if you are worried about your friend, I would go talk to her about it first. That way you don’t have to feel guilty about where she stands if you two want to pursue a potential relationship.

Hopefully this helps, and hopefully it wasn’t too much to read! Stop by again if you want clarifications or just to chat some more. I wish you luck anon!!

~ Sky :)

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