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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Hey, here's a Marvel request that can hopefully help with your writer's block. Natasha x Reader where the reader is Tony's protege & a wiz with mechanics. Natasha first meets the reader when the reader is working on a car & she's immediately intrigued. Thanks

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Summary: The story of how Natasha fell in love.

Authors Note: Thank you so much for requesting! I loved this.

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Being the woman she was, Natasha had grown to have quite a handful of memories ingrained into her mind — some so deep they left a handprint on her soul. Some were sad, others angry, and some happy. However there was one particular memory that soared above the rest. It was one of the lucky ones that painted a masterpiece of sunset colors on her soul, and it was the only one to grace her heart. That memory was one that always looped a smile on Natasha’s face, and it was when she met Y/N.

Also known as, the love of her life.

It had been a normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Tony had been talking about recruiting a protege - which the rest of the Avengers were against, because he was most definitely going to screw that up - who he’d teach about his technology. Little did she know - he actually did it! His protege was a young woman a couple years younger than Natasha who was not only mentored in the Iron Man and Avengers’ technology, but was a skilled mechanic.

The spy learned all of this that afternoon when she had come back to Tony and Pepper’s house to drop Pepper off and spotted him and Y/N in the garage.

“Tony?” She asked as she approached them, eyes furrowed in slight confusion.

Tony snapped his head up from his post where he was working on the coding for an update to Peter’s A.I, Karen. “Nat!” He said, his friend’s presence causing him to smile. He swung his legs over his workbench and jogged over to meet her. Y/N only spared a glance at Natasha, before resuming her work on Tony’s car.

“Who’s this?” Natasha asked, lowering her tone and gesturing to the mechanic with a nod. She couldn’t help how the butterflies began to swarm in her stomach, because the woman was absolutely gorgeous (and had muscles that even made Natasha a little jealous).

“Oh!” Tony said, glancing over his shoulder. “That’s Y/N! She’s my protege.”

Natasha blinked in slight surprise before she smirked. “Are you forcing her to fix your car?” She asked, crossing her arms.

Tony chuckled and shook his head. “No. She was actually going to go on break but saw that there was a problem with my car and offered to fix it. Turns out she’s a mechanic!” He clarified.

Natasha nodded, thinking, but before she could complete her train of thought, Tony lightly grabbed her arm and brought her over to Y/N to meet her.

“Hey, Y/N/N! This is Natasha Romanoff, my friend. Nat, meet Y/N,” Tony said before stepping aside.

Y/N’s head snapped up and she almost lost her balance. “Wait-” she said, glancing at Natasha before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “You’re Black Widow! Oh my god, Tony told me all about you. You’re such an amazing fighter.” She stood up, smiling.

Natasha nodded, chuckling. She liked this one already. “Thank you,” she said.

Just then a loud beeping noise interrupted their conversation - and Tony whirled around to see Karen springing to life. “Let me go fix that - you two carry on,” he said, quickly getting right back into the zone and continuing his coding.

Natasha just shook her head in amusement before turning her attention back to Y/N. “It’s very nice of you to work on Tony’s car,” she commented, leaning against said car.

Y/N shrugged. “Yeah, well, why not?” She replied, continuing the small talk but catching a view of herself in the car window. “Shit.” She went to rub the grease stains on her forehead but only ended smudging it since there was grease on her hands.

Natasha quickly scanned the room with her eyes and when she spotted a clean cloth, snatched it up and offered it to Y/N. “Don’t worry - it just shows you’re a hard worker and . . . it’s cute,” she reassured her. If Y/N didn't return the feeling, Natasha reminded herself she could just brush it off as being her usual sneaky self, but a large part of her hoped that Y/N would return the feelings.

Y/N lightly scoffed, taking the cloth and mumbling a “thank you”. “Oh, I didn't know that. Guess I should get grease on myself more often,” she said casually, wiping her forehead. Natasha shifted the weight between her legs, thinking that Y/N might not know that she was flirting with her.

She had to try again.

The two fell into silence as Y/N resumed her work. Natasha watched her, feeling entranced. As time went by the redhead noticed more cute things about her. How her hair curls lightly bounced and framed her face. Or the freckles that dotted her nose. Time seemed to flow by like a breeze on the beach.

After a bit, Y/N leaned against the hood of the car, taking deep breaths. She was tired and sweaty, but Natasha didn't care. She leaned against the hood of the car as well as Y/N grabbed her water bottle and took a huge gulp. When she put it down, she ended up bumping her knee into the car and instinctively stumbling.

Natasha, who was always alert, easily grabbed her by the arms and caught her before she could fall. Now steadied, Y/N caught her breath and met Natasha’s eyes, just now recognizing that that warm, soft touch was her palms.

The two held their gaze for a couple moments. Time seemed to stand still and everything else fell alway. Y/N got a first hand look at just how stunningly pretty the Black Widow was, and Natasha felt herself captivated by her eyes, unable to look away even if she wanted to.

“Kiss already!” Tony’s yell of encouragement jarred Y/N and made Natasha send a sharp glare his way. But neither of them moved.

“Well?” Natasha asked, raising her eyebrows.

Y/N took a breath, in bliss, and then - not believing what she was doing - leaned forward. Natasha met her halfway and they captured each other’s lips in a meaningful kiss. Natasha pulled Y/N a little closer and Y/N curled her fingers around Natasha’s hands.

After a couple of seconds, they both departed. Y/N was in a daze. That kiss was probably the best kiss she ever had. Natasha was able to snap back to normal a bit quicker and smiled, the ghost of the feel of Y/N’s lips on hers causing a small ache.

“Is there grease on me?” Natasha asked in a whisper after a moment.

Y/N giggled, and then nodded. “Probably,” she answered, also whispering.

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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Not all explicit fic is porn, though. Like, even if the sex is the entire plot, it's not always written to maximize arousal. Never mind people who are actually trying to write a thinly-veiled PSA about something they think is not talked about enough, there's also just cases of "the sex is a vehicle to say something about the characters emotionally", in which case it's really not so weird for the author to go "these characters would do it like that, but that's not actually a good idea irl", because the arousal is incidental anyway, it wasn't the point. But I think you can usually tell from the summary and the tags if it's going to be porn or not. The Porn is the Plot is maybe a relevant tag?

I don't make this silly distinction between The Good Sex Written For Art and things that are Horny. For one thing, I can say from comments I receive that people absolutely cannot tell the difference. If your kinks don't line up with theirs, they assume you aren't horny for whatever you wrote about.

Disclaimers are still idiotic.

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cursedfortune · 2 years

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i don’t want this to sound alarming but i’m going to be spring cleaning with followers since i’m getting more active again. there are a lot of blogs i follow that have been inactive for a while. and a lot of people i’m mutuals with (and adore the content of and totally will lurk on cause fuck i love peoples creativity) but the interest isn’t mutual regardless of who followed who first and whatever factors.

i do try hard to go into people’s ooc tag(s) and see what’s up. likewise i try and keep people updated on my own status. and it has been one hell of a drag for me (as in, my mental state and effort) and i’ve been doing an apology tour for it, trying to brave reaching out to others more or checking in on inquiries i’ve sent a whiiile ago that were left hanging. but if things just aren’t going anywhere i’m going to cut down. i’m very lucky to have people who have been patient with me, you guys are the real mvps and i’ll always be grateful. cause there are so many of you i’m just. living to see on dash and write with/get back to writing with.

but this is more for the people i either have barely gotten off the ground with and get the sense the interest isn’t mutual? or haven’t done anything at all with despite my inquiries or sending things. (edit: this doesn’t apply also to people i’m chatting with or plotting with, btw. idc how slow we can be, it has nada to do with you guys!) everyone else should be fine. ^^

i don’t like doing this shit cause irl is busy for everyone, not everyone has the headspace, i’m old and tired and i get it. take it one day at a time, i feel it. you are valid. but sometimes it just collects into a big enough pile that i’m seeing and i just gotta. clean that up.

i usually do this in two rounds. initial inactives and peeps i’m sure about and then going through to confirm if the ones i’m unsure of i will actually unfollow/soft/hard block (depending on their rules).

god this got long, lmfao. sorry.

you can always comment on this or send me an ask/im to stay if you’re worried something!! it won’t bother me. if you’re too shy or something like that that’s preventing you, i got that little work around on my pinned post that you can send me and that’ll tell me plenty where you’re at, too. ;///; i just don’t want to hurt anyone’s feels (in a way that also is like, totally not saying i’m that fucking important?? it’s so weird to word this shit).

but just a psa, i guess. no hard feels. <3 thanks for reading. i’ll probably be doing this up before the week ends!

#ooc #it's a little symbol or literally yelling symbol at me in an ask to any of those that don't want to skim the pinned post #this isn't @ or because of anyone. i've been thinking on it for almost a month now and think it'll help me focus with things here

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gffa · 3 years

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Dude the one response you wrote to another anon about having a hard time being a Real Person ™️ and interacting with others online bc of anxiety and stuff hit me so hard bc like BIG SAME.

I seriously appreciate how honest you are about this, bc I have very similar issues and I try really hard to leave comments on fics or reply to comments on my fics and sometimes my brain just says NO. And then too much time passes and then it's just awkward to reply later?? And then like, if you comment on a fic and the author replies and it opens the way for more conversation... Am I supposed to reply again??? I mean like obvs I know I don't have to, so usually I don't bc STRESS. But. ???? Idk.

What's the worst is that I have this same issue in "Brick Life" (IRL?)... Like, texting/emailing/chatting with friends and aquaintences??? How?? I overthink like EVERYTHING. And I wish I could just say, "yeah hey I have these problems so sometimes I can't reply! Or my reply might come off as weird to you bc I spent an hour rewording it and now I sound like an alien!" But I don't know how??? And I've tried doing like PSAs but ppl are like "oh you're so brave for admitting you have mental health issues. I'm so proud that you're reaching out" and then they go on with their lives like I don't have debilitating anxiety and seem to expect me to interact with them in whatever way they think is "normal" and im like 🙃🙃🙃

Anyway. Socially anxious high five from me to you. And you totally don't have to reply to this at all if you don't want to! I just read what you say sometimes about having anxiety and stuff and my brain goes "!!!!!! SAME HAT!!!!!"

Have a good day/night/time 💞

GOD, I REWROTE THIS RESPONSE LIKE FIVE TIMES, no, I’m not kidding. Yes, it’s funny because that’s what this response is about but also I really did. So, I’m going to start with this: And I wish I could just say, "yeah hey I have these problems so sometimes I can't reply! Or my reply might come off as weird to you bc I spent an hour rewording it and now I sound like an alien!" But I don't know how??? ^ Say exactly this! Seriously! It doesn’t have to be a big, huge conversation piece about how you’re anxious, you can just drop that in quick at the beginning, just tell the person, “Hey, brain weasels are really wriggling around up there today, so this took me awhile to cough up, so if it sounds like it’s weirdly terse or something, that’s not the intention, I’m just anxious about it.” and then go right on into the conversation. I’ve found that the shame of social anxiety is a real pain in the ass, but so is letting it define me. It’s a thing I have! It sucks massively! I have to deal with it every day and in almost every conversation! People want to help, and when I can tell them specifically what I need (usually it’s just that I need some extra understanding if I sound stilted or terse or disjointed, to know that it’s not that I’m being an asshole, it’s that I’m herding cats up there and this was the best I could get out in the moment), it goes a long way, because people are very understanding! Or, for example, sometimes I go on a little too much because I can’t stop myself and then I’ll tack on something like, “LOL GOD SORRY I know this is obnoxious, I just had FEELINGS, I’ll let you go now.” and throw in an emoji something to lighten the mood. Or, if you’re friendly with someone and they’re like, “What’s wrong, you seem off today.” and you can reply with, “[tosses a rock at] SOCIAL ANXIETY SUCKS AND I HATE MY LIZARD BRAIN. (Okay, I’m being dramatic, but sometimes you gotta be over the top about these things!)” Or even something as simple as “/Social Anxiety Having Nerd Trying To Be Totally Normal Level Of Cool To Interact With” at the start/end of something as a reminder to people. Make it silly, even when the feelings are real, while also letting yourself off the hook for feeling this way! A lot of us are dealing with anxiety or other various forms of mental health issues, many of which are going to be with us for a long time, if not the rest of our lives. It can be exhausting to carry this shit around, to feel like you have to do so much more work than other people do just to have a goddamned conversation. And there are absolutely times to be deadly serious about it, especially if you’re having a bad day and need to vent or just need some commiseration. Figure out what you need from your friends, what they specifically can do to help, but also have some humor with it and remember that, hey, if other people can fake it until you can’t tell they had anxiety, then you can fake it so that others can’t tell you have anxiety. Remember that there almost always will be more chances in the future to interact with someone, another fic will come along, another conversation will come along, another meta will come along, there will be more chances, so if you have to let some pass by because you don’t have the energy to get up over the anxiety hill to comment, then that’s okay, too. A lot of us are dealing with this stuff and some missed chances are because we’re human. I mean, if you do get up the energy to respond and don’t know where to go from there, it’s okay to not respond back! It’s okay if they don’t respond back! People are but blobs floating in the currents of the ocean, sometimes they bob closer, sometimes they bob further away, but they’ll always come back and go away and come back again. And that goes for you, too. If responding to something makes your brain go N O P E, then don’t stress about it. If you’re just kinda nervous, remember that other people can’t tell NEARLY as much about you as you think they can. Everyone is up their own asses about their own stuff, so you can be a trainwreck over here and hardly anyone is going to notice because they’re too busy thinking about their own trainwreck! I promise you, people are not NEARLY as perceptive as you fear they are, when it comes to piercing the veil of your social anxiety, and so it’s okay to just let stuff slide or be a little twitchy, because you’re a person and so is everyone else. ♥

#lumi.txt #anxiety for blacklist #anonymous meme #Anonymous

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corrupt-fvcker · 4 years

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Boba Fett Fluff Alphabet

Fluff / Relationship Alphabet ( Boba Fett x fem!Reader )

Warnings: fluff overload, NSFW themes, unedited writing, boba fett deserves a warning of his own

Word Count: 5.1K

Author's Note: i was going to write an nsfw alphabet for boba but then i realized that writing a fluff/relationship alphabet would be 100x harder because he's about as emotional as a brick. maybe an angsty brick, but a brick nonetheless. psa, i wrote this at 2am so it might be a little crazy.

A is or Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?): So let's get one the thing straight, Boba's the best bounty hunter in the entire galaxy during the reign of the Galactic Empire. His success rate is unchallenged by any of his so-called competitors and even the most dangerous quarry doesn't stand a chance against Boba Fett. But here's the catch, you don't become the best by sitting around. Free time? Yeah, that's essentially nonexistent aboard the Slave I. So it makes sense that he met his girlfriend through his job. Boba has originally hired you to work as a mechanic for the Slave I, because after one too many power outages in the middle of an asteroid field with a hull full of quarries — Boba vowed to never leave a planet without a mechanic on board again.

So even if designated free time isn't necessarily a thing aboard the Slave I, there are peaceful times in between quarries that offer you some along time with Boba. And even if Boba's adamant on staying focused on bounty hunting, sometimes he'll let his guard down just enough for you to get the attention you're craving.

But just because there isn't enough time in his day to spend hours alone with you, don't think that Boba would neglect your needs. If you need someone to lay with you because you're feeling especially anxious and lonely, Boba will settle down beside you on your shared cot. Sure, he might grumble something under his breath that doesn't quite register through his vocoder and his sigh might be absolutely royal, but he'll lay down with you as lon as you want because Maker forbid you go looking for affection elsewhere. And if you need someone to listen to your rants or a shoulder to lean on, Boba will offer his shoulder and mediocre listening skills to you dutifully. Because even if he's the best bounty hunter in the galaxy, he has to remind himself that he's also your boyfriend. And yeah, he'll make mistakes but he's going to try his best to be there for you.

Now what does Boba like to do with you once you're both finally able to catch your breaths in between quarries? He likes to fuck. Which may only add to his extreme symptoms of exhaustion, but he just can't help himself.

B is for Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?): Physically, Boba really likes your legs. He loves the way your ankles crisscross against his lower back with your wrap your legs around his waist, desperately holding onto him. While working on the ship you were baggy grease-stained trousers, but once those come off? Fuck, Boba's done for. He can't help but trace every curve of your legs, yearning to kiss and lick up from your calves to your thighs. Don't even try wearing short dresses or mini skirts around him, he'll tear the fabric off of you like a kid opening Christmas presents before you can even get a word in.

Now beyond physical beauty, Boba really admires your compassion. It's a rare trait, Boba's figured this out the hard way. You're incredibly strong and Boba knows that you can handle yourself, but you've got this soft heart that Boba's adamant on protecting. You're kind and understanding, you aren't quick to judge or hate even when you should. You're also stubborn to a fault, which Boba shouldn't find as endearing as he does. You're the only person in the entire galaxy that he's met that's more stubborn than himself — so of course he ends up falling in love with you.

C is for Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?): Like I said, Boba's a busy guy, being the best takes a lot of time and energy. But don't ever think that he doesn't have enough time for you. Even if there isn't enough time in the day, he'll be sure to make the time for you. If you're feeling particularly sad or stressed, Boba will be there for you. Admittedly, he's not the best at the whole emotions thing, but he'll try. And he's still learning how to be all soft 'n sweet for his girlfriend, but he'll always try his best for you. He'll do whatever you need — yes, even if that means putting a pause on his job for a few hours. He wouldn't admit that he enjoys holding you but he reluctantly does enjoy it very much. He'll try his very best to keep his surly deposition in check, making sure to be extra kind to you if you're feeling down. And yes, he's learned this the hard way (he'll never comment on his squeaky pilot's seat that he asked you to fix when you're on your period again for as long as he lives). And if you're all teary-eyed he will trying his kriffing best to be supportive about whatever's gotten you so upset, even if crying makes him very, very uncomfortable. He will be extremely tense the entire time he holds you as you cry into his chest but he won't make any remarks and he will not pull away even if he wants to lock himself in the cockpit.

D is for Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o?): Honestly, Boba's not entirely sure. He's been a bounty hunter his life whole, it's all he really knows. He didn't necessarily plan on falling in love and he most certainly didn't plan on having dreams of a domesticated life fill his head when he sleeps. Boba Fett thought he'd never be caught dead dreaming about settling down on some outer rim planet with the love his life. He didn't think his mind wander as he sits alone in the cockpit, thinking about it the two of you would ever marry. He didn't think he'd secretly crave a little house and a family to fill the rooms. But suddenly he is thinking about all those disgustingly domestic things and he's not revolted at the idea of having a family, he actually kinda wants one.

So yeah, Boba's not entirely sure of what your future together is going to look like, but as long as you're together he figures you'll be alright.

E is for Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?): Nobody has ever — in all his years of life — used the word passive to describe Boba. It's like oil and water, they just don't mix. Boba likes control, he calls the shots because he really only trusts himself to call them. And even after the two of you finally get together, Boba's not passive. Softer maybe. Or perhaps kinder. But not passive. Whether it be out in public, in the privacy of the Slave I, or beneath the sheets, Boba's the dominant one in your relationship. And it certainly doesn't help that he's technically your boss. If he needs his squeaky pilot's chair fixed you are kinda obligated to fix it. But even outside of your so-called professional relationship, he calls the shots. It took months to convince him to allow you to ride him, but even with you on top, he was somehow still in control. You're not entirely sure if Boba being a perfectionist is accurate but— who the hell are you kidding, yes, that's exactly what Mister The-Best-Bounty-Hunter-In-The-Galaxy is. He likes the control he has whenever he's in a position of authority, it's a feeling of stability that the life of a bounty hunter lacks. But even if he's more dominant in your relationship than you are, he'll never neglect your wishes. He always makes sure that your basic needs are being met and that you're comfortable.

F is for Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?): Being a bounty hunter is... stressful. Most arguments between the two of you are petty and avoidable, like you don't really need to argue about who's the better pilot (but you do). Genuine arguments are a rarity, mainly because the two of you are both too busy and too tired to pick fights that are going to last longer than two or three minutes. But every once in a while, all hell in unleashed upon the Slave I and thank the Maker the quarries are all frozen in carbonite because they'd be widely for a bolt if they heard the two of you going at it. There are few topics that Boba and you argue about that actually matter. Namely, safety and (the dreaded) emotions. Like I said, Boba tries real hard to be a supportive and loving boyfriend, but sometimes he just doesn't make the cut. And sometimes he's just, well, an asshole and you're about two seconds away from kicking his green ass out into space. Though as your relationship evolves, these arguments grow less and less common.

Though the topic of safety is always very much present aboard the Slave I. Boba's job is dangerous and a small mistake can have major consequences if you're both not careful. And you understand that, but that doesn't mean you don't get a little annoyed with him. He's a little overbearing (a perfectionist, if you will). Boba has this list. A great, big, long list filled with rules that must be followed when both on and off the ship. And you find that the closer you and Boba become, the more stricter these rules grow. And sometimes (usually) you slip up and break one or two (or three) rules, because sometimes it feels like you're walking on fucking ice with all these rules. But you really shouldn't break them because they're there specially for your safety, so when you break them, Boba kinda loses his shit. It usually starts as a yelling match and it usually ends with a silent treatment from both parties. And more often than not, Boba is the one that has to apologize because you're more stubborn than him and he's also usually the one in the wrong.

After the conflict had been resolved, it can end in one of two ways. Firstly, you and Boba can lay together 'n cuddle because that's both relaxing and reassuring that you both love each other. Or secondly, you can have rough make up sex because that's also both relaxing and reassuring that you both love each other.

G is for Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?): Boba may not be the best at expressing his gratitude, but he really is appreciative of everything you do for him. He's not the best with words, he can never think of the right thing to say at the right time unless it's some snark comment that will make you roll your eyes. He tries his best to show you how grateful he is of you, and he knows he can't solely rely on sex to express his gratitude (though you're not complaining). When he's feeling particularly grateful for having a girlfriend as wonderful as you, he tries his best to be extra sweet towards you. And it's the little things that count; asking you if you need anything while he's out, bringing you a snack while you work on the ship, cleaning up after himself to make your life easier.

H is for Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?): Boba's a bit of an extremist when it comes to honesty. He'll either be painfully honest, speaking the truth with little regards to the fact that you may not like what he's saying. He doesn't like how you fixed the Slave I? Oh, you'll hear about it. Does he think that you're acting impulsive and reckless? Prepare for a lengthy lecture. Partially, you admire that he's willing to be so open with you, but on the other hand, sometimes you want to throw your shoe at his head.

But no matter what you'll always prefer Boba being brutally honest over lying. And Boba knows this, he won't let himself lie to you because he knows that it would only drive you apart. Though sometimes when the truth is little too ugly for someone as tender hearted as yourself, he'll opt to just not speak. Because what you don't know can't hurt you, right? Sometimes he'll forget to tell you that the quarry managed to graze him with a blaster bolt. Or he won't say anything when he sneaks out to go beat up the slimeball that tried to touch you at the cantina. He won't answer you when you ask him what's wrong because he doesn't want to burden you with the fact that it's been exactly twenty years since his father died.

So yes, if the truth is ugly enough, he'll protect you from it but he'll never straightout lie to you.

I is for Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?): Boba's rough around the edges, you knew this before anything slightly romantic conspired between the two of you. He's sharp and quick-witted and incredibly stubborn — it's his way or the highway, and no he's not accepting criticizing because he surely knows better than some mechanic. His brutal honesty usually comes out in sarcastic retorts that are a little more personal than he intends them to be. He doesn't like sharing his thoughts, he'll never speak unless he haves to which makes being part of his "crew" increasingly difficult. He's a bachelor too, enjoys venturing into dingy cantinas and have the bartender suck him off in the refresher.

But again, you knew all this way before you ever thought twice of how ridiculously sexy he probably looks beneath his bucket. And once the two of you actually get together, Boba realizes that he's going to need to change his questionable habits if this is ever going to work out. He figures out that, yeah, expressing his feelings kinda completely sucks, but saying what's on his mind is easier than making you worry that you've done something wrong. He also knows that he can't take your affection for granted, he needs to cherish your soft heart because he'd never forgive himself if he's the reason it breaks. Admitedly or not, Boba loves you and he knows that he needs to learn how to be better so that you can be together.

J is for Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?):

Boba never thought he'd be the jealous type, but that was partially because he's never really had someone to be jealous over. Relationships are new to him, which consequently means so is the jealousy the churns his stomach when strangers' stares linger in your direction for longer than he's comfortable with. Don't get me wrong, Boba trusts you to save your affection for him and him only. But he can't help but lose his temper when people approach you at bars like his hand isn't already resting on the small of your back.

K is for Kissing (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?): For someone that has worn a helmet over his head for the majority of his life, Boba's kissing skills are a little too advanced. When you first started working for him, you had always assumed that if something did actually happen between the two of you, Boba would be an inexperienced kisser.

Well, apparently you couldn't have been more wrong. Because as Boba's gloved hand grabs by the nape of your neck and pulls you swiftly into his chest, you start to think that maybe you're the one that's in over their head. And you're suspicions are proven true as soon as his lips are on yours and his hot tongue dips into the cavern of your mouth.

L is for Love Confession (how would they confess to their s/o?): Being the stubborn idiots the two of you are, both of you beat around the bush for quite some time. Surprisingly, Boba fell in love with you a lot faster than anticipated (which fucking terrified him). So when he's watching you stargazing in the cockpit and the three dreaded words nearly slip from his tongue, he nearly haves a heart attack because he wasn't supposed to fall in love with you at all. The original plan was to remain business partners with benefits (which he should've known wouldn't last), but now it's only been two months since your first kiss and he's already preparing to spend the rest of his life with you.

Unsurprisingly, the confession slips from his lips during an argument — not some petty disagreement, but one of your infamous safety arguments. And thank the Maker he was wearing a helmet because fucking tears were lining his eyes and his heart was trying to rip out of his rib cage as he tells you how immature you're being for leaving the ship while he's out after a quarry. And once the three words leave his lips, he quickly realizes that he can't take them back. You look like you've just seen a ghost — eyes wide and jaw slack — and you're not entirely sure of what you should say because you never thought in a million years that Boba Fett would ever love you. And the rest of the evening is blur from the shock of it but Boba swears on his life that your immediate response was a squeaked out"fuck off" because you thought he was toying with you.

But once the bandage was ripped off, saying I love you wasn't as scary as either of you thought it was going to be. It's not exactly a regular sentiment and it's never said with nonchalance, but you both know that you love each other and in special moments you mutter the sweet reassurance to one another.

M is for Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?): Boba's the most shocked of all when he realizes that, yeah, he likes the idea of marrying you. He cherishes the idea of you wearing a ring on your finger for the rest of your shared lives, a symbol of your love. And, fuck, he hates how cheesy it sounds but he just can't help himself. And he's not entirely sure of how to bring up the subject of marriage with you because you've never really expressed interest in getting married and your relationship shared no resemblances to a proper Mandalorian courtship.

But he eventually does propose (and yes, you almost pass out as soon as you turn to see him on his knee), and luckily you accept his proposal with the same smile on your face that makes him feel weak in the knees. There isn't a wedding but you both swap vows and that's all either of you could really ask for. And turns out being married to Boba isn't too different from dating him, except for that he's just a tiny bit more protective and somehow even a bit softer.

N is for Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?): "Sweet girl" - absolutely the softest and most adoring nickname he's given you, and definitely his favorite. And yes, he does notice how sheepish you get when he calls you his sweet girl.

"Kid" - it's definitely your least favorite out of all the names he calls you, which only means that he'll make an effort to call you it more often. He usually uses the endearment when you're being ridiculous, but always used when he's teasing you.

"Babe" - it's so incredibly nonchalant that it doesn't even fit his character, but one night it slips from his lips before he can think twice and it just kinda stuck.

O is for On Cloud Nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?) Boba's love for you is difficult for outside parties to notice, mainly because they're usually too concerned with the fact that a fucking Mandalorian is casually strolling through town. When Boba's in love he's just softer and he usually expresses his emotions through little actions because words are not his strength. Gently resting his gloved hand on the small of your back when he's feeling protective. Tightly gripping your thigh beneath the table when he's feeling jealous. Brushing a strand of hair from your face when he's feeling particularly captivated by your beauty.

P is for PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?): Boba prefers that whatever happens between the two of you stays between the two of you. You're his, he's yours — there's no need for a third party to be meddling in your personal business. It's very unlikely for anyone to even suspect that the you and Boba are in an intimate relationship unless Boba wants them to know. If the drunk at the cantina gets a little too flirty with you, they'll be the first to know that you are certainly spoken for. Boba's not one to indulge in PDA, he prefers the privacy of the Slave I. The ship is a safe space for Boba, he can remove his armor and weapons without having to worry when your touches distract him. He doesn't have to be on edge, he can relax and be with you.

Although Boba prefers to keep affectionate gestures aboard the Slave I, that's not to say that he will not fuck you thoroughly in an ally on Corellia or refresher on Tatooine...

Q is for Quirk (some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship): Boba's surprisingly good at reading people, which even though it's ultimately beneficial for your relationship, it can be really annoying. Because Boba's not exactly the easiest person to be vulnerable around, sometimes you find yourself keeping things from him. You choose not to tell him that your feelings are hurt or that you didn't sleep well the previous night. But it's always fruitless to try to hide something from your boyfriend. He just knows. Your slumped shoulders or fidgeting hands are dead giveaways. He's quick, he'll notice every flaw in your poker face before you even realize that he's looking at you (the visor makes that difficult). And in the beginning of your relationship, Boba wasn't exactly sure how to approach your (ew) feelings. But the longer the two of you are together, he learns that sometimes it's just easier to ask what's wrong than to let your moodiness build up and then explode like a broken dam (his thoughts not mine).

R is for Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?): Boba is about as romantic as a brick (Maker, apparently I really like comparing this green booger to a brick). He doesn't even really try to be romantic because he already knows that he's going to just kriffing suck at it. He knows about all the cliché stuff but he thinks all that is just bullshit and he hopes — for his sake — that you do too.He will not serenade you because he thinks music is just excess noise and he will not buy you one hundred roses because they'll just wither up and die. But just because he's not Mr. Romance doesn't mean that he'll do just about anything to make you happy. He might complain the whole time, but he'll do whatever he needs to do if it means you'll love him forever. He might not serenade you but he will massage your feet and take you out to your favorite restaurant. He might not buy you one hundred roses but he will cuddle you in the morning and make you a cup of caf so that you can get an extra ten minutes of sleep.

S is for Support - (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?): Boba will always support you, no matter what. Does it feel like he's an amazing, supportive boyfriend? Uh... no, not all the time, it's admittedly one of his weaker spots. Boba's a bit of a pessimist and will tell you just about everything that'll illogical in your dream, but once you shoot him the glareTM he'll shut up. So just know that he is supporting you and your dreams, even if he's a grumpy asshole. Though he's lacking the trait of being verbally supportive, he does do everything in his power to help you achieve your goal. Will he complain? Probably. But he'll continue to push you until you achieve your goal.

T is for Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?): Boba's life is already filled with thrill, getting shot at all day is enough for him to want to unwind once he's work day is complete. Every single day is different with Boba, neither of you ever really know what you're getting into. But between the two of you exclusively? There's some sort of routine. Boba's job is usually an all-day affair, so the only time reserved specifically for you is in the morning and at night. Your routine is relatively simple: cuddle in the morning, cuddle at night. What happens between those two points of time is completely random and up to the universe.

U is for Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?):

Just because Boba can read you doesn't necessarily mean that he understands you. The two of you are very different people. Emotions? Over his head. Girl stuff? Don't even bother. Hobbies? His response was 'do you mean work?'. But Maker, he tries to understand you, he really does. He wants you to feel accepted and loved and important. He'll force himself to be empathetic and compassionate with you (even though he has absolutely no idea why your crying). Boba's a good listener, he'll take whatever you tell him to heart and try to piece together the rest.

V is for Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?): Boba has trouble admitting that your relationship is everything to him. The bastard spends his entire fucking day thinking about you and all the things that remind him of you. And he knows he has it bad when he realizes that he'd quit bounty hunting if it meant making you happy. Fuck, he wants to settle down with you (that's a secret though). You are his everything, nothing in the entire universe compares to your love. And he absolutely hates how he's been reduced to some lovesick puppy, but that's what you've done to him and he wouldn't have it any other way.

W is for Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon): Boba secretly really wants to start a family with you. He'd have to quit bounty hunting and live on a secluded planet somewhere in the outer rim, but he thinks about becoming a father a little more than he's willing to admit. The thought of Clan Fett growing excites him more than you'd think. He likes the idea of having someone to teach everything he's learned, just like how his father had taught him. He finds himself wondering what your future children would look like. Would they get his dark hair and tan skin? Or would they resemble their mother? Would you have boys or girls or a mixture of both? How many would you have? Two? Three? Four? Would they follow his Mandalorian ways or would they be more like you? Would any of your children want to become bounty hunters or would they want to become mechanics like you?

X is for XOXO (are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?): In public, Boba's affection is microscopic. But in private he tries to show more affection towards you (he sometimes forgets that it's his job as your boyfriends). He would never admit to liking to kiss and cuddle but he really does. Without fail, every time he removes his helmet the first thing he does is kiss you. And cuddling? This boy will complain so much that you'd think that it's torture, but you're too smart for his bullshit. You know he loves holding you. Why else would his arms always find their way around your waist every night once he thinks you're asleep?

Y is for Yearning (how will they cope when they're missing their partner?): When Boba's away from you, he's one grumpy motherfucker. Which is saying something because he's always a grumpy motherfucker. And Maker pray for the poor quarry that's keeping him from you, he'll beat their ass a little more than usual just because of it. He get's quiet, saving all of his energy for when he finally gets to be with you. Manners? Out the window, fuck off everyone and everything isn't you. Boba's impatient on a good day, when he misses you he's always about two seconds from starting a fight.

Z is for Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?): Like I said, Boba would do anything for you. Willing he complain while doing so? Naturally, but he'll get whatever he needs to done to make you happy.

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What could go wrong? Pt.4

Pt.5

AN: Here’s the next part! Sorry it took a while, I hurt my hand last week so typing has been a little painful. On top of that I’m working on final papers, so this took me longer than expected. Thank you to everyone for the love on the story, I truly appreciate it! I’m always down to chat if anyone wants to talk about the story, hockey, or something else! PSA: there’s smut in this chapter! Enjoy!

Smut and nsfw content are 18+, minors DNI

What could go wrong? Pt.4

Tonight was the night, you had a date with Tyler. He was taking you to a restaurant, you thought, but he was being very secretive about it all. You’d gotten more comfortable with the idea of going out with Tyler, but it took two weeks to find time to see each other. You’d had midterms, and then the Stars went on a 6 day road trip, but eventually you both found a night that worked. You and Jamie had started spending most, if not all of your free time together. He’d come to your place after home games, or you’d head to his place after working a shift at Starbucks or the hospital, where you picked up shifts as a trauma social worker. Jamie had even hung out with you while you were studying for your midterms, either reading patiently or watching sports on your TV. You’d even convinced him to binge the Crown with you, which you weren’t sure he really cared about, but watched attentively because you enjoyed it. You even introduced Jamie to your dog that you shared with Kat and Sophie; Molly loved him instantly, which was surprising because she was usually very wary around men.

Jamie was well aware that you had a date set up with Tyler that evening, and he still supported the idea, even though the two of you were attached at the hip. So there you were, doing your makeup at your vanity in your room while Jamie, Kat, and Sophie all sat on your bed. Your friends all approved of Jamie, all very excited to see you so happy with someone after all of these years. Tyler was picking you up in 30 minutes, and you were trying to convince Jamie to head out, so it wasn’t awkward when Tyler got there, but he wasn’t budging.

“Come on Jam! It’s going to be so awkward if you’re here when he picks me up,” you whined as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

“Yeah, that can’t be a thing. Way too weird!” Sophie commented from the bed as she was rooting through your jewelry box looking for earrings.

“I’ll head out soon babe,” Jamie sighed from the bed.

“Are you jealous captain?” you asked while eyeing him through the mirror on your vanity. Before he could respond you heard Kat chime in.

“So are you going to have sex with Tyler too?”

“Kat!” Both you and Sophie shouted in unison.

“What? I was just asking,” Kat said defensively.

“Don’t ask things like that around Jamie, you know that’s not fair,” you said throwing a lip gloss in her direction.

“It’s fine. Y/N can do whatever she wants with Tyler, she’s an adult,” Jamie said while smiling in your direction.

“Really? You’d be okay with that?” you asked while turning around on your seat to look at him.

“I wouldn’t love it, but it’s your body,” Jamie responded while getting off the bed. He made his way over to you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re too good to me,” you said as he made his way out of your room.

“You better hold onto him,” Sophie told you from the bed. Jamie was still making his way out of your room and you saw him smile at her words.

“Bye Jam! I’ll text you later!” you called as he left your apartment, so you could finish getting ready. It was super weird that the one guy you were seeing was leaving your apartment so that you could finish getting ready for a date with another guy. You hadn’t labeled anything, but in some ways you considered Jamie yours. Kat brought you back into the real world when you noticed her waving the dress you’d picked out in front of your eyes.

“You better finish getting ready, he’ll be here soon,” Kat reminded you and passed you the black dress, so you could get ready. You took the dress from her and went into the bathroom to change. Once you were finished getting ready and your friends gave you their seal of approval, Kat telling you that you looked hot, you all moved to sit on the couch in your living room waiting for Tyler to pick you up. You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone when it buzzed in your hand.

‘I’ll be up late if you want to come over later, I can show you who you really belong too’

You smirked at the text from Jamie, the two of you had developed a very flirtatious texting relationship. You loved to tease him, and he loved to tease you right back. You smirked as you sent him a quick text to hold him over for the rest of the evening, ‘I don’t know, you might have to remind me. Don’t know if you proved it enough this morning’.

“What are you smiling at?” Kat asked while leaning over your shoulder. Sophie leaned over your other shoulder and snatched your phone from you and screamed.

“Are you and Jamie sexting?” Sophie screeched as she scrolled through your texts. You shrugged your shoulders and laughed. Before you could respond there was a knock on your door. You got up off the couch and went over to your door, and smiled when you saw Tyler on the other side of it.

“How did you get in the building?” you raised your eyebrows in confusion.

“Someone let me in while they were leaving,” he responded before handing you a bouquet of gorgeous daisies.

“These are my favorite! Thanks Ty,” you accepted the flowers and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Just let me put these in water,” you said as you turned around to walk to your kitchen. Suddenly you saw Kat and Sophie standing there smirking. Sophie handed you your phone and purse while Kat took the flowers from your hand.

“We’ve got this, you go have fun,” Sophie said while pushing you and Tyler out the door. You laughed as they rushed you out of the apartment, knowing full well they were going to light some of your Bath & Body Works candles, drink your wine, and let your dog sleep on your couch as they watched movies.

“Use protection kids!” Kat shouted down the hall as Tyler led you to the elevator. He let out a chuckle as you shook your head at your crazy friends.

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“How were your midterms?” he asked while pulling out of your parking lot. You laughed darkly.

“Awful, but I did well. Wanted to die the whole week, but here we are.”

He laughed at your response, it was funny but true.

“Soooo, where are you taking me Ty,” you glanced at him as he drove, he still hadn’t given you any details as to what you were actually doing on this date.

“You’ll see,” he smirked as he kept his eyes on the road. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed at how sneaky he thought he was being.

“Well, this looks like your neighborhood…”

“You are correct about that.”

“What are we doing? Tell meee,” you whined while poking him in the arm.

“Are you always this whiny?” he jokingly asked you.

“How dare you!” you gasped and faked shock. “I will have you know I have been whiny before in my life.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure.”

“Ty!” you smack his arm playfully as he pulled in through the gates to his house.

“If you must know, I’m cooking for you.”

“Really? I love that Ty!”

“Yeah?” he asked nervously as he glanced across the car at you. You nodded your head and smiled. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you opened your car door and made your way over to Tyler’s side of the car.

“So, what are you cooking me? I heard somewhere that your specialty is grilled cheese.”

“I decided to get a little fancier than grilled cheese today.”

“Wow, I’m flattered,” you followed Tyler into his house and into the kitchen. He made his way over to the fridge where he pulled out a tray of steaks, another tray of potatoes, and a bowl of salad.

“So Oleksiak is staying with me while his place gets fumigated, but he said he’d be out tonight so it’s just us.”

“Where are the dogs?”

“They’re outside, we’ll see them when we go out to the grill,” Tyler said as he picked up the trays of food and headed towards what you assumed was the backyard.

“Okay, well I need to be formally introduced to them. I barely saw them at your party,” you followed behind him and stepped into his gorgeous yard only to be bombarded by three adorable dogs. You knelt down to pet them, giving each of them equal attention and getting covered in dog fur.

“Kids! Give her some space,” Tyler scolded the dogs. The dogs back up and gave you some room to breathe.

“Well, introduce us dad,” you joked and gestured at the three dogs.

“That’s Marshall, Cash, and Gerry the puppy.”

“Awe, I love them all,” you said giving each of them an extra pat. “So how can I help?”

“You can just take a seat and watch me grill babe.”

“Babe?” you asked as you raised your eyebrow at him. You felt your stomach sink a bit, it was weird that Jamie had been calling you the same thing a few hours before.

“It’s called romance Y/N.”

“Ahh, well aren’t you the charmer,” you took a seat near his grill and watched as he attentively started cooking your food. The dogs ran off to play on the grass, so you were left watching Tyler.

“It’s not nice to stare Y/N,” Tyler said through a smirk as he glanced up from the food. Your cheeks grew warm as you chuckled.

“It’s a good view.”

“Yeah? A man cooking steaks does it for you?” he asked as he set down the tongs and stepped away from the grill. Making his way over to you, he put one arm around your waist and the other in your hair, gently tilting your head back to look at him. You stared up into his deep brown eyes and smiled, he truly was a gorgeous man.

“It does, especially if he doesn’t burn my steak,” you joked as he stepped away and laughed, before heading back to the grill and flipping the steaks.

“How do you like your steak?”

“Medium rare.”

“So, I’m cooking dinner for you, does that earn me some of your life story?”

“I suppose it does. What do you want to know?”

“Why Dallas?”

“Well, I did my bachelor’s degree back in Vancouver and worked for a few years before I decided I wanted to take my masters. I looked into a few places, and Dallas had a really great masters program. Sophie also happened to get into a masters program here, so we decided to move down here with Kat.”

“Wow, you must all be really close.”

“I mean, we’re no Tyler Seguin and Jamie Benn dynamic duo, but they’re my best friends. Honestly, more like sisters at this point. I grew up with brothers, so I will happily count them as honorary sisters.”

“Growing up with sisters can be hard, girls are mean sometimes.”

You laughed as he shuddered, clearly remembering some fun childhood moments. “Growing up with brothers isn’t easy either. They used to fill up water guns and chase me around our yard.”

The conversation flowed from there, both of you laughing as you recounted some of the better and more challenging parts of growing up with siblings. You told him all about your parents and how much you missed them. He told you about his mom, and you picked up on the fact that he was very clearly a mama’s boy. When he was done cooking the food you helped him bring it inside and set some plates up at the island. You both laughed and enjoyed more than a few glasses of red wine between the two of you. You’d say he earned a pretty good glimpse into your life story that evening, and you felt yourself growing more and more comfortable with him. After dinner you both settled in on the couch in his living room to watch a movie on Netflix. He let you pick, and you decided to pick something scarier, so he didn’t have to suffer through a cheesy romantic comedy, which he claimed he wouldn’t mind. You were halfway through the movie and cuddled into his side for protection when you heard the front door slam. You both glanced over your shoulder, assuming it was Oleksiak. To your surprise you heard two sets of footsteps coming down the hallway. You both glanced at each other in surprise and quietly got off the couch to peak around the corner and see who Jamie was with. You made your way to the corner and poked your head out. You caught a glimpse of strawberry blonde curls that you recognized ever so well.

“Oh my god!” you gasped stepped back from the hallway shocked.

“Was that Sophie?” Tyler whispered to you. You slowly nodded your head as he peaked around the corner once more. “Well, they’re definitely making out and it looks like they headed upstairs.”

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me she was seeing Big Rig! He better be a good guy, tell me he’s a good guy Tyler!”

“Big Rig is basically a gentle giant, you have nothing to worry about.”

“I better not, or I’m coming after you,” you sighed while plopping down on the couch.

“Why would you come after me?”

“Because you’re telling me he’s a good dude. I’d have to come after both of you and then all of Dallas would hate me. But that’s a small price to pay for a friend.”

“Okay, let’s just get back to the movie before you threaten to beat me up again,” Tyler sat while patting the spot beside him and pressing play on the remote.

You settled back into his side and his arm rested on your waist. As the movie progressed he kept rubbing soft circles onto your hip through your dress. His hand inched lower to the hem of your dress before his fingers slowly slipped under it. He glanced down at you for permission, and you leaned up to press your lips to his, as the confirmation he was looking for. Tyler lifted you into his lap and deepened the kiss causing you to let out a moan. His lips left yours, butterfly kisses trailing down your neck, you moaned as he nipped at your collarbone. His hand trailed further up your dress, fingers dipping under your lace underwear. His fingers danced up your drenched slit sending chills through your body. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Tyler said pulling away from your neck. You moaned at the loss of contact.

“No, I want to Ty.”

His fingers pressed inside you and started pumping slowly. Your head dropped to his shoulder as you rocked your hips against his hand. “You’re so wet Y/N,” he whispered.

“Please Ty…” you whimpered against his neck, grinding against his hand. He chuckled at your actions.

“Please what?”

“Ty, fuck me please,” you moaned as you contracted around his fingers. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out of you, you whimpered at the loss of contact and he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean.

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he lifted you off of him and got up off the couch. He made his way out of the living room and down the other hall. He was gone for maybe a minute before returning to the room waving a condom at you. You bit you lip in anticipation before reaching to the hem of your dress and pulling it over your head.

“Shirt off Seguin,” you instructed as you stood up and kicked off your underwear leaving you standing in front of him in just a black lace bralette. He groaned and pulled off his t-shirt in one swift motion. You stepped towards him and undid the button on his jeans before pushing them down his legs with his boxers. His cock sprung free and slapped his stomach as he kicked off the pants. “Someone’s excited,” you chuckled as he sat back down on the couch. He stroked himself a few times before tearing into the condom wrapper.

“I want you to ride me,” he said as he rolled the condom down his length. That statement alone almost made you cum right then. You nodded your head and blushed a little before straddling his lap again. Leaning in to kiss him again, you took his shaft in your hand and positioned it at your entrance. Tyler stopped you for a moment and tilted you head back so you would look in his eyes.

“You’re sure?” he asked you sweetly.

“God yes! You?”

He nodded in response, before you slid down onto him.

“Shit!” you cried out in response, nails digging into his shoulders to brace yourself. Tyler groaned and trailed his hands down your back to your ass giving it a squeeze. You moaned and looked into his eyes smiling, before rocked your hips setting a steady pace. Normally you were fine with a fast or slow pace, but you needed him. Tyler grabbed your hips and started thrusting up into you. You gasped, and your head fell back in pleasure. “Tyler, you feel so good,” you moaned. His hips continued to slap against yours, he gripped your hips and tilted you back slightly, so he could go deeper.

“So tight Y/N,” his hand started rubbing circles on your clit.

“T-Tyler!” you moaned, your eyes locking with his as you continued to rock your hips to meet his thrusts. “I’m so close!”

Tyler sat up and pulled your chest to his, your hard nipples pressing to his chest through your bra. Your hips met his as you rocked faster, guiding yourself up and down on his cock. He reached up to squeeze your breast while his other hand steadied your erratic hips. “Just like that babe, you take my cock so well.”

“I’m gonna cum Ty!” you cried out in pleasure. “Rub my clit Ty, please” you begged. Tyler nodded, and his thumb firmly started rubbing your clit. He kept thrusting himself into your harder and harder. “Tyler!” you called out as your head dropped to his neck and he pushed you over the edge. He thrusted into a few more times before holding you tight against you as he groaned and emptied himself into the condom.

“Shit Y/N,” he groaned as you both tried to catch your breath. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed some of his curly locks of out of his eyes, smiling down at him.

“That was pretty great,” you said pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You pulled off of him and sat back onto the couch. “Where’s your bathroom?” you asked. He took your hand and pulled you off the couch, leading you down the hall past the room and into his bedroom. You both cleaned up, before you plopped down on his bed.

“I tire you out?” he asked emerging from the bathroom.

“You know you did,” you joked. Sitting up on your elbows to look at him. You glanced around his room and your eyes widened as your found his clock. “It’s 12:30?” you jumped off the bed, shocked at how quickly it had gotten so late. “I have to work at 7!”

“I can take you home, get dressed and I’ll take you.”

You scrambled down the hall back into the living room to pull on your clothes. Tyler came out of his room a moment later dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. You walked around the couch to him, placing your hand on his chest and looking up at him. “I had a really great time tonight,” you said before softly pressing your lips to his and smiling.

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You barely slept that night, tossing and turning because you were so conflicted. You even drove over to Kat and Sophie’s place in the middle of the night and cuddled into bed with Kat. Sophie must’ve still been out with Oleksiak. You spent most of the night crying into Kat’s arms because you felt so awful. You like Jamie a lot, but you were also developing feelings for Tyler too. You didn’t know what to do and you didn’t want to hurt either of them. You floated through your shift that morning like a zombie, Kat had convinced you that the best thing to do about everything was to talk to Jamie and Tyler about how you were feeling. It was an extremely logical answer, but in the moments of despair through the night you couldn’t seem to come up with it. Emma and Kali both supported Kat’s advice; both having stopped by during your shift and seeing how clearly distraught you were.

So there you were, after barely sleeping you were standing outside Jamie’s door knocking on it unsteadily. He opened the door and you were met with his warm embrace.

“Morning babe,” he said as you wrapped yourself in his arms. He chuckled, and you clung to him for dear life. “What wrong Y/N?” he asked pulling back from you, just then taking in your disheveled appearance. You sighed as you slipped inside.

“I barely slept last night.”

“I can see that, you look exhausted,” he said as he led you into his living room. Normally you would cuddle with him on the couch, but you weren’t sure how he was going to react, so you sat across from him.

“Something happened.”

“Are you okay?” he asked concerned, you got the feeling you were starting to worry him. Just showing up at his place, looking disheveled and distraught.

“I don’t want you to be mad, but I….oh god. I slept with Tyler last night,” you said, covering your face with your hands. Jamie didn’t say anything, but you were startled when you felt him pulling your hands off of your face.

“Y/N, I need you to look at me,” he said while taking his hands in yours. You glanced up at him, expecting to see an angry expression on his face. You were pleasantly surprised to see him smiling at you. You instantly relaxed, seeing that he wasn’t angry with you. “Good. Y/N, I’m not upset with you, did you think I would be?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t you be upset with me?”

“Y/N, I meant what I said last night, you’re an adult and you can make your own choices.”

“I feel awful about it though.”

“Is Seggy that bad in bed?”

“Jamie!” you laughed and smacked his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you, I like you a lot. And I haven’t felt like this in a long time.”

“I like you a lot too, you’re honestly one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met,” he said before pulling you into his side.

“I might like Tyler too,” you bit your lip and waited for his reaction. He was softly stroking your hair, having learned over the past few weeks that was one of the best ways to calm you down.

“That’s okay too.”

“How is that okay? You’re best friends!”

“Y/N, you’re allowed to explore your feelings, but I still want to keep seeing you.”

“I want to keep seeing you too,” you said while tilting your head back to press a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled into your lips.

“Would it make you feel better if we all sat down and talked about it? Set some ground rules?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss. You nodded your head before resting your head on his shoulder.

“I cried to Kat the whole night about this, barely slept.”

“Well we can do that, anything to make my girl feel better.”

“Your girl huh?”

“Damn right, now let’s get you in bed for a nap. We’re going to have a busy evening.”

“Doing what?” you questioned as he pulled you off the couch.

“Ohhh, maybe me showing you that I can fuck you better than Seguin can.”

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Knot In Love - Alpha!Dean x Omega! Reader

A/N: Part twenty is back. Again, where it’s a daily thing? I am not tagging anyone new. 3pm is the magical time, usually. Today, there’ll be a few extra. One at 7pm and one at midnight. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy one of my favorites <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

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Series Warnings: Forced mating. Knotting. Alpha/Omega dynamics. Witchcraft (more based on real craft than Hollywood). Angst. Etc. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: Roughly 5,600

“It's almost eight thirty,” You chewed your lip, glancing towards the clock for the tenth time in an hour. “You sure he's alive?”

“I'll check on him,” Dean answered, less than thrilled with it. “You just keep sittin' there and looking pretty.” A scowl was returned but he didn't care. You were well and truly recovered. The effects of the Bad Place fading away. As far as he was concerned, you were to stay on the bench to keep you in that state. “Yo,” He slammed his fist into Sam's door, “Makin' pancakes. How many do you want?” No answer came through. Dean's brows slammed together.

“Anything?” You were pouring the batter on the griddle, when he came back out. Earning a glare. “What? I'm allowed to cook. Geesh.”

“You should be resting,” He bit out, taking the spatula from your hand. “Take a number from Sam's book.”

“I'm fine,” With a wave, you moved over to make more coffee and slice up some fruit to go with the rest of the meal. Earning another round of bitching.

By ten o'clock, all hope had been given up. You and Dean worked at picking up the mess. Putting away the left overs just as Sam ambled in. On the phone, still in his pajamas.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Dean perked up, sounding like ole Saint Nick in the process, “There he is.” He glanced at his watch dramatically.

“Leave him alone,” You scolded, tossing a strawberry at Dean's chest. He dodged it just in time, sparing the red flannel that covered him. “Saved you some.” Your fingers pointed down to the meal with a cheesy little grin that got you nowhere.

Sam nodded a bit in acknowledgment before addressing the person he was speaking to, “Hey, Donna... I'm here with Dean and Y/N. I'm gonna put you on speaker.” Your shoulders straightened a bit at that one. You'd barely met the woman. But she'd helped get you back. That was all you'd needed to know. The phone beeped as Sam moved closer to you and his brother, letting you listen. “Why don't you tell them what you told me?”

“Oh,” She started seriously, “It's my niece. She's gone missing. And...the local cops don't...” The bubbly blonde went quiet as she fought for control. You could hear the tears she was attempting to hold at bay. “I know its not your normal thing...but...”

“Text us the address. We're on the way.” Dean didn't hesitate. Barely let her finish.

“Thank you.” The call ended as the man in red kicked himself into motion.

Sam let out a sigh and turned your way, “You should pack up.”

“It's okay to not be okay, Sam.” A confused head tilt was his response. “Just...remember that.” With that, you moved to go to your room to throw together the essentials. Leaving him to mull on your words.

When the Impala pulled into the impound lot, Donna was leaning against a large black truck. Hands in her tan coat pockets as officers moved around the scene. She stared blankly into the distance as you all climbed out of the car. Dressed in the 'fancy' FBI garb.

“Hey, Donna,” Sam called out as he approached. Drawing her back to reality.

“Hey,” She didn't hesitate once she realized who was there. Stepping forward to catch him into a hug.

“How you holding up?” Dean asked, bending for his own piece of affection.

“Oh, you know...not great.” You were surprised to find yourself in her grasp after she'd pulled away from him. Sam let out a muttered 'yeah' as a way of showing he understood. “I'm sorry for calling you guys,” She stepped back a bit, “but Jody's got her hands full with the girls.”

“Hey, never apologize for calling us.” The older brother's warm demand tugged the edge of your lips. His loyalty shined bright, then. Not in the toxic way it had just a few short weeks before, Donna smiled in thanks. A weak, tired grin. Knowing he meant every syllable.

“So, what do we know?” Sam's voice was soft as he pressed for details.

“Uh, staties found her car side of the road,” Her hand pointed in the general direction. “Signs of a struggle.” Worry edged back into the newer hunter, then.

“And what was she doing out here?” He continued, hoping to piece together the situation.

“She was taking a gap year. It's, like, this thing where-”

“Take a year, run wild before you go to college?” Dean finished for her. He'd craved one of those. A time without hunting, where he could just be a normal kid. In the end, he hadn't even finished high school.

“Mhm,” Donna nodded, looking pleased that the men were able to comprehend the teenage psych, still. “Yeah.” Her face slowly fell, “I used to tell her about how much fun I had when I did it. Well, she thought that sounded like an adventure.” The crack in her voice became more evident as she spoke. “She thought...”

“Donna, hey,” Again, the gruffer voice spoke up. “Whatever happened, it's not your fault.”

“That's what Doug keeps telling me, but...” She let out a sigh as her eyes watered. Emotion winning out over logic. “I can't help but to think-”

“Just focus on the case,” Sam told her. She sent a solid nod, taking the advice.

“Doug here?” The concerned question came from Dean, again.

“Yeah, he's in there. Talking to the locals,” The gesture towards the impound's garage had heads turning that way.

“I'll go check in,” He stuck his hands in his trench coat pockets before heading towards the building.

“I'm coming with you,” You spoke up as you shimmied after him. Placing a comforting squeeze on Donna's arm before you'd taken off after the bow legged gait. “I could try a location spell-”

“You're going to take it easy,” Was the firm order, cutting off the suggestion you'd offered the moment you were out of ear shot. When your footsteps ended, he sighed. Realizing his mistake. Slowly, he turned back around. Face coated in shame. “You're still weak, Y/N. I don't want you overdoin' it... that's all.”

“While I get what you're saying? I can't help but to think it's a fast way to getting answers,” You moved forward, taking in the room around you. A dark haired, vested man was talking to two brown clad officers to the side of the vehicle.

“Fast answers do us no good if you end up defenseless.” You hated that he had a point. Frowning, you brushed it off. Only zeroing back in when Dean spoke up a second time. “You see something on that tire?” Nodding, you both leaned in to inspect the cross that was embedded in the thick rubber.

“Hey! What are you doin'?” A loud voice called out, approaching with heavy footsteps.

“Oh,” Dean stood upright, motioning towards the car, “I- we, um...” All eyes zeroed in on the pair of you.

“I asked you a question, son. You and the little gal.” The condescending voice made your back stiffen. You weren't the only one.

“First off, I'm not your son.” Dean was on the prowl, turning dangerous instantly. Testosterone and anger a deadly combination. For once, you found yourself admiring the dark tilt of the head as he slunk forward. “Second-”

“Whoa,” The man in the vest approached, quickly, to divert the situation at hand. You were almost disappointed. Wanted Dean to finish what he'd started. Bloodlust wasn't your usual. It should have been startling, but you hadn't exactly been yourself those past few weeks. “Whoa, easy.” A nervous chuckle followed as he stepped between the small war at hand. “Agent Clegg, this is Agent Savage, FBI...And...I don't know who she is.”

“She's with me, Doug.” All that was needed to be said. Or rather, all he was offering.

“Oh? Company man.” The man who had been introduced had a pinched up face and grey hair. Somehow, even then, he managed to sound insincere. You decided that you didn't like him on principal. “Wow, you should've told me.”

“Well, I didn't get the chance,” The alpha tone in Dean's voice couldn't be denied. Letting the shorter man know exactly who was in charge. A sarcastic smile drawing across his face.

“Uh huh,” Came the brisk response. Agent Clegg didn't like that. He was a Beta with a desire for the power an Alpha could wield. Knocking one down a peg seemed like the best way to go about that goal. “And what field office are you out of?” Your eyes narrowed on the villain of the moment. “I'm just curious who I should call about you walking through my crime scene.”

“Prick,” You coughed into your hand, before batting your eyes up at the narrowed gaze. You were just calling it how you saw it. Dean bit back his snort and focus at the task at hand.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” He smoothed over, ignoring the way you huffed in the background. “Uh, I'm not here on official business. The victim, she's family.” Doug turned towards Dean in disbelief as the lie unfolded. “She's my cousin, so I'm just here to get some answers.”

“Oh,” That seemed to deflate the ego momentarily. He turned to Doug, waiting for a comment. Nothing came forward. “I can respect that.”

“Doubtful.” Only Dean seemed to hear you, stepping back just far enough to step on your toes in warning.

“All right,” The ego-maniac gave in. “Come on, I'll fill you in.”

“Yeah,” He moved to follow the Agent, until a hand blocked his chest.

“Sorry,” The other beta in the room looked nervous when the hard green eyes turned to him. “You and Donna are related?”

“Yeah,” Came Dean's choked response paired with a forced smile. As if asking how he'd never known that.

“So, you were in Sioux Falls a couple of weeks ago At the family reunion?” The question sounded more like an interrogation than you cared for.

“I was there,” He managed after a moment of pause. Realizing the story the woman had come up with to appease her lover. A rough chuckle left him, then, “Yeah.”

“Donna said it was a pretty wild time,” Doug laughed with Dean. Searching for details in the only way he knew how.

“It was wild,” Was the Alpha's response, sounding as pained as he felt. “Absolutely.”

“The understatement of the year,” You spoke up, wrapping around Dean's arm. Leading him away from the conversation. “Unfortunately, we have more pressing matters at hand.” A motion towards the agent was all that was needed to get everyone in gear.

“Now, this is where we found it,” Clegg pointed at a dot on the map once everyone gathered. Just beside the small orange car that rested on the lined paper. “This is an older stretch of highway, mostly used by long-haul truckers.” His hands tucked into his dress pants pockets. “There's no patrols to stop the speeders.”

“So, who found the car?” Sam asked while you took in the spread in the background. Enthralled that the crime maps were a real thing. Sticky notes, images, and red yarn covered the board in the back.

“Troopers got an anonymous tip,” The man bounced on his toes, looking none too happy about that.

“Well, that's convenient.” Dean frowned deep.

“Yeah, fits with the pattern, though.” The older gentleman pointed out, making you look back to the board behind him.

“Pattern?” Sam needed more clarification on that.

“They think its part of something bigger,” Doug answered, making himself the focal point for a moment. “And Wendy's not the only one.”

“Hence that,” Your finger pointed out where you'd been staring.

“We found evidence that suggests she was targeted by a serial abductor,” Clegg continued, nodding with your assessment. Doug's hand patted Donna's back in comfort as the evidence unraveled. “Now that spike we found on the tire? That's classic Butterfly.”

“Sorry? Butterfly?” Dean beat you to it. It was arguably one of the worst names for a villain you'd ever heard.

“That's what we- what I call him,” Was the correction. Good cop appeared to be working alone on this one. He turned around to point out each point on the map that had been behind his back. “He's got kind of a migrating pattern.” His hand followed the red, yarn lines downwards, “Now, in the winter? He makes his way southward. Targeting people that are traveling alone; people who won't be missed.” The trail went back up the map, “Then, in the summer? He turns around and he heads back north.”

“Now, what about the victims?” You spoke up, looking at each and every face that was planted on the board.

The man's eyes turned to Donna, who was still standing strong, “Go on.”

“They disappear,” The answer wasn't helpful in the slightest. The blonde's lips twisted a bit at that. “We've never even found a body.”

“So...maybe they aren't, you know, gone gone.” Doug tried to improve the mood around the room. A breathy chuckle at the end. The less than positive looks coming his way made him back down.

“Maybe,” Clegg conceded, but no one truly bought it. “Look, having you all here is not standard operating procedure,” Donna's arms crossed stubbornly as the man talked, “but if you wanna help...” He trailed off, leaving the option open. “Now, I've been chasing this psycho for the last twelve years. I could use all the help I can get.”

Dean turned to Sam, reading his brother's shake of the head before he responded, “Okay, we're in.” The warning had been ignored, earning a frown from the younger of the two.

“Maybe a fresh perspective is what you need to catch this freak,” You gave in. More so for Donna's sake than anything. You were still sore from the earlier treatment. But, perhaps there was some room for redemption.

Back at the motel, you sat across from Dean at the table, toweling your hair as he fiddled with an old radio. You'd been given permission to take the first shower while the brothers grabbed dinner and set up for the night. Sam walked by, glancing at the scene before moving over to the closet, “No one uses CB radios anymore.”

“All that smoky saw was my rubbers,” The phrase came through the static, making your brow quirk a bit.

“No one except truckers,” Dean pointed out proudly. You glanced up as Sam started tugging off his trench coat. “Breaker, breaker one-nine,” The deep voice drawled into the microphone. “This is sixty-seven, the Midnight Rider. Looking for the four-one-one on my Alice in Wonderland.”

“Wo-ho,” The voice from before spoke up through the radio, “Midnight Rider. Sounds like that piece ran out on you.” The green eyes glanced up your way made you freeze for a moment. He was surely thinking of the 'piece' that had run out on him. Before you could get too tangled up in that one, they were gone. You turned back to Sam, watching the meticulous way the coat was pressed to the hanger.

“She's redhead, brown sedan,” The button was pressed in as Dean talked. “She's family.” The static hissed again as the suit jacket left the strong back in front of you, revealing the wrinkled white dress shirt. The material stretched out and the softened as Sam's muscles bunched. “Breaker, breaker, anyone?”

“Hot diggity,” The words turned you away from your own little strip show in disgust. “I'll find your Alice. She'll be my family, too.”

Another laugh came through, making Dean's head shake, “Not if I get to her first.”

“Pigs,” You snorted out, rolling your eyes. Not that you were much better, peeping back to the show on the side. Your heat may have passed. But, being alone with the Winchsters in such close proximity was starting to get under your skin. You missed the barrier that Jack had safely provided. Hell, you just missed him in general.

“You see?” Sam couldn't help but to gloat a bit as the hanger clanked against the rod. “Told you.” The door shut with more force than necessary as the younger brother moved to the bed he'd claimed, “This is stupid.”

“It'll work,” Dean held out faith, ignoring his cranky sibling. “Dad used it all the time.”

“This isn't even our kind of case!” The tall man bit out; everything that had been stewing inside of him breaking free. “And you know, with the real Feds here? We should back down.”

“You're joking, right?” You frowned with Dean as you took in the antsy movements of the man in front of you.

“We're still fugitives,” That was a fair enough point. There was more risk than usual involved. However, Donna had helped bail all of you out of the Bad Place. Your bones would have been Godzilla and King Kong's love child's tooth picks if it wasn't for her and the other women.

“They think we're dead.” Not that it was the first time that had come out as false. Something that Sam had no problem pouncing on.

“Do you really wanna get on the FBI's radar, again?” You sure as hell didn't want to make it there in the first place.

Dean glanced your way before tossing down the mic as the conversation in the back continued, “Okay, so what do you want to do?” He leaned up more in his seat to get better eye contact. “Hm? You wanna call up Donna and say: ' Hey, sorry about your niece. These kinda things happen. Later.' And head back to the bunker so you can mope some more?”

“I'm not moping.” The appalled tone made you reach over for the tea you'd brought along. You were going to need all of the chamomile the world had stocked to remain calm if it kept up. “Y/N, tell him that I'm not moping!”

“Oh, no. We're not throwing a witch into the middle of a hunter throw down. Alpha hunters at that,” Your hand cut the air, symbolizing the end of that one. “I don't have a death wish. You two duke out whatever is goin' on between yourselves.”

The older brother had no problem following that order, “You got up at ten am this morning.” Sam's face pinched a bit at that. “Ten am.” Dean's hand brushed against the table as he talked, watching how his brother mentally rolled that off. “You. Mr. Rise and Freaking Shine.” With that, he was moving to his feet, heading towards his case of beer. “And then you turned down pancakes.”

“I wasn't hungry,” He said the words easily, almost proud in his dismissiveness. But his body was stiffening by the second. Sam tugged up his pant legs a bit before plopping down on his bed. An action that better fit a petulant child than a man topping six feet by four inches.

“They're pancakes,” The deadpanned look Dean gave as the top twisted said plenty. The carbon fizzled from the bottle. Filling the silence.. “You-”

He cut himself off as he took a step towards Sam. The younger brother's lips pulled back until his dimples showed through. One shoe was removed as he looked up to his mentor, looking almost gleeful that Dean was jumping his ass. You watched the exchange with interest.

“Look, I know you're in a dark place right now. Okay?” The irony of who was saying those words clicked in your mind, then. Suddenly, you understood the humor the younger brother carried on his face. “I mean, we just lost Jack. Mom is...” They didn't know. He moved on, avoiding that topic for the night. “I think about 'em, too. All the time.” Sam didn't seem to buy it as the shoe clattered onto the linoleum floor. “But, you can't let it eat you up.” In some level of your mind, you acknowledged that you had no part in the conversation. That you were better off taking a walk, and giving them space. But, hearing this side of Dean? You couldn't turn away if you wanted to. “Now, look. When I was...when I was broken up,” He continued the monologue while his brother began working on the other shoe. “You were there for me. Well, I'm here for you, now. And I'm telling you, the only way out of this is through.” Nothing. So, he kept going. “Now, when everything goes to hell... what do we do? We put our heads down and do the work.” Not the healthiest coping method, you acknowledged internally. “We'll find Jack. We'll save mom. We will.” His final point came home, then. “But right now, Donna needs our help.” Your eyes turned back to the radio as a woman's voice came across, calling for Dean's radio name. “Okay?” A slow nod was his answer before Sam turned away. With that, he moved back to his mic as the self proclaimed Felix the Cat called to him, again.“Ten- four, Felix. What do you got?” He set down his beer as he talked into the mic.

“Better we talk live, and in color. You mind meeting up?” Instantly, your mind went to the worst. Assuming that the information was a hoax. Dean's voice rumbled just right. You wouldn't have blamed the woman. “There's uh...there's a place off Gold Rush Byway. Just past mile marker nine-eighty.” You jotted down the words on the note pad beside you. “I'll roll through around noon.”

“It's a date. Over.” His eyes met yours, making sure you got it. You slid the paper his way. “All right.” The mic was dropped, and he turned back to Sam, Looking proud while stuffing his hand into his pocket. Silently gloating that he'd gotten a lead. “I'll go check that out tomorrow. Why don't you two hang back in case something else breaks?”

“Okay...look,” Sam started, blinking fast as he talked. A sigh leaving him. “Obviously, I'm here for Donna. Alright? I wanna help. And, I'm sure Y/N feels the same way.” You let out a noise that said it should never have been in question.

“I know you do,” Dean didn't hesitate in responding. As if he'd known what was coming. “So...let's find this son of a bitch.”

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“You could have sent me with Sam,” You turned towards Dean in the Impala before it could stop. Taking in the plaid flannel and brown vest he was wearing. He looked like a damn lumber jack. Not that you minded. That was the problem. “Why didn't you?”

“Just thought that you'd want to take more car rides now that you aren't arfing your guts out,” He answered as if it were that simple; steering into the parking space.

It wasn't. Not even close. He didn't trust the state Sam was in. Dean didn't want you over exerting yourself. And to make sure it didn't happen, he kept you with him. That's all.

It had nothing to do with how your eyes had wandered the night before. Nothing to do with the form fitting, long sleeved, ivory colored, sweater dress you'd donned that veed down into your bust line. Stopping about mid-thigh. No, none of that mattered. Or, so he told himself.

Intricate lines traveled across the body of it, making one think of a corseted garb from the middle ages. The black tights peeked out from the rounded hem, just above the thigh high boots you wore. Your favorite crystal bobbed down into the material. A black pea-coat coat rested over your legs. The look reminded him of a modern white witch while keeping you comfortable in the cooler air.

“I don't believe you,” Your eyes squinted as you talked. His fingers were holding the steering wheel too tightly. “Why don't ya try again?”

“You're too damned nosy for your own good,” He muttered, slamming the car into park. “Look, Sam's in a bad place right, now. I don't want him to have to worry about you, too. That's it.”

“That's closer to it,” You made a point to search his eyes. Waiting for a tell. “Fine, I'll take that cheap ass answer. For now.”

“For now,” He mocked, getting out of his door roughly. All the while, muttering about how women could never just take what was offered.

“So, this girl of yours...” The voice that had emitted from the box the night before finally had a face moments later.

“Mhm, you saw her that night?” Dean rested with his arms on the table, while you leaned as far back in your seat as you could. Arms and legs both crossed as you listened. Inspecting the woman with wary eyes.

She was far better looking than the stereotype surrounding female truckers alluded to. Full red lips, mocha skin, curled hair that was pulled on top of her head with the edges shaved, and covered in denim. Edgy in all of the right ways.

“Yeah, twice.” She answered, easily. Playing with the edge of her cup. “Usually, I...I try to stay out of this sort of stuff. I just run my route and keep out of trouble. But...that night, that girl...” She sucked in her breath before letting out a sigh. “Like I said, I saw her twice.” Your head tilted at that one. Trying to piece together where the story was going. “Uh, once at a station off Highway twenty-six. And then later, I was driving off road eighty eighty and...” A sigh of regret left her. “I shouldn't have left her there.” The shame was palpable. “But, um...I was running behind schedule, and I just...Well, it's the only reason I even gassed up there. That place gives me the creeps.”

“And what's this place called?” You asked, tugging the small notebook out of your coat's pocket.

“Manny's Truck Stop Cafe.”

That night, you found yourself at the location with Dean, and Doug- who was forced to the back with once he appeared. One of the N's flickered on the sign above the small building. Weeds surrounded the edges. The place was a dump.

“Got that report you asked for,” Doug breathed out once he was out of the rain. His hood still resting over his head. He passed up the file he'd brought along. “Everything that's gone down at Manny's Truck Stop Cafe, lately.”

“And?” Dean demanded the brief as you both skimmed over the file.

A deep sigh left the man, “Couple of D and D's, four counts of public urination, but...”

“Nothing that screams secret hunting ground for a kidnapper,” The hunter huffed out, looking up at the building in frustration.

“Not exactly.” Dean's lips pursed at that, and he turned back to the reports. Searching for something. Anything.

“Can I ask you a question? About Donna?” You bit back the laugh at the wide eyed look Dean gave the man before agreeing warily. “Is she gonna be okay? I mean, I love Donna...” You could hear the but coming before it ever got there. “But, I've only known her for a couple of years, and this...I've never seen her like this.”

“I'm not sure what you mean,” The reports were closed as Dean turned away.

“I mean, she's barely talkin' to me. And we always talk.” Your lip was bleeding as you watched the Winchester's incredulous face turn back to the babbling fool in the back. If there was ever a man that shouldn't have answered questions about relationship struggles, it was Dean Winchester. The gaze of confusion when Doug claimed to discuss everything, yet only listed off superficial items had you using your knuckles to hold back the laugh. Even the hunter saw the problem, there. “This is a tough time, I know...but...I think she's hiding something from me.” Suddenly, you weren't laughing anymore. Before Dean got a chance to respond, Doug was shaking his head. Backtracking away from the conversation. “Any-hoo, forget it. It's probably nothing. I'm probably just spinning. It's nothing.”

A nervous chuckle left the man, making you feel almost sorry for him. He truly had no idea about Donna's other life. You'd be amazed if he'd ever taken the time to talk about something deep the way he rattled on.

“Doug, you're a good guy.” Hearing something like that from a man like Dean always boosted the confidence in a beta. “And you're gonna be there for Donna.” That sounded vaguely threatening. His protectiveness towards the people in his life shining through.

“You betcha.” The lesser man quickly agreed.

“So, you know...just...trust her.” A small, encouraging smile pulled at his full lips. “Okay?” The man nodded, and prepared to leave.

“Doug...when there's a crisis.” You spoke up, refusing to meet the green gaze that turned to look at you in the low light as you drew attention to yourself. “It's easy to forget that emotions can change people. Brings out different pieces of what's inside of them.” The man you were talking to drew his thick brows together. “Relationships...they aren't just talking about TV shows. And the people themselves? They're complex. She's different because she's scared. Hell, terrified for Wendy. Alright? This isn't about you. This isn't something for you to take personally.” He hardly looked like he was taking in what you were saying, but that didn't stop you. “This is something that could break her...be gentle.”

“That sounded like you were talking from personal experience,” Dean didn't start the car once you two were alone. Simply kept his eyes glued to your face. “You wanna talk about it?”

“A few weeks ago...I was a little...a little unfair,” You acknowledged, but your eyes never quite made their way to his. Instead, you focused just past his jaw line. “You were scared. Desperate, even. I knew that. It probably came off as me dismissing it...And...I'm...I'm sorry if it did.”

“Are you really apologizing to me?” His knuckles tapped your chin, forcing you to turn to him. “You were right, you know. The tongue lashing was more than justified. I was a dick to her, and I can't take that back.”

“Jack will help your mom over there,” You had no doubts about that. “So, at least it wasn't all in vain.” Kaia had done more good than she'd ever anticipated. Saving four lives in one world, and two in the other. “I don't want you carrying it all on yourself.”

“You want to carry a piece of that guilt?” He questioned, his eyes tightening. Hating that you would even dream of it. “You're the one who was on her side.”

“And there's a million things that I could have done differently to change that day, too.” A shaky breath left your lips as you turned your face away. “I try not to focus on that bit.”

“So...what do you focus on?”

“Trying to be as strong as she was,” Your head rocked side to side a bit at that. Wondering if it would ever come naturally to you. “When I left...I was terrified, Dean. I had no idea where I fit into anything. Then, out of nowhere comes this little girl... who literally died to help save all of us- to save me. Despite the fact I was trapped in the place that she feared the most...” Humbling was an understatement. “Something bad is going to hit, and I have no idea when. Or, where. Or, even who is involved. I can just feel it.” Your hand rubbed through your hair. “Now, we're trying to save another teenager...and I feel completely useless-”

“You're not useless,” He promised. Not letting you get another word of self doubt in. “You might've just saved Donna's relationship.” You laughed at that one. Making his own lip lift just a hair as he took in the sound. And then, all at once, he was back to serious. “You...you bring me back down to earth, too.” His hand slid along your cheek to cup it in his calloused hands. Making you face him. See the truth in his eyes. “You helped Jack when I was too wrapped up in my own head to give the kid a chance...You just need a little time-”

“I've had weeks, Dean...I don't need more time. I need to do something.” You were going to end up being completely reckless if you didn't expend the energy, somehow. Your eyes drifted down to his mouth. Speaking of reckless...

“You really want to do that locating spell?” His question caught you by surprise.

“No, I've got something a little different in mind.” His brow rose at that. “It's not something I've tried. But...what if I can get a hold of her?” Dean looked at you worriedly, afraid of the ramifications if he agreed.

“How?” Your lips pressed together. There were two possible reactions to what you were about to suggest. You only hoped that it would be positive...

Forever: @dean-winchesters-bacon @supernaturalginger @lilulo-12 @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce @michaelneedssomemilk @lemondropirwin @fanfictionismydeath @neii3n @surmya1907

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onyxoverride · 3 years

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Im still sitting here, thinking about Twitch Streamer! Zeke. He gets really, really hypercompetitive even if it’s one of those really complex first person shooter games or a challenge with a wholesome game. Its pretty self explanatory when it comes to ranked games but for wholesome games... maybe maximizing profits in a farming game like Stardew Valley or a speed run of who can make the most aesthetically pleasing island in Animal Crossing between him and his twitch friends in a set amount of time. They’d stream for a set amount of time so their audiences get to see their progress (twitch streamer!Pieck wins every time and he’s always salty about it. Swears that they should have blind judging. They do and Pieck still wins).

I can see him also doing a lot of strategy and skill games that require a lot of skill honing. He’s ridiculously good at shooting games from years of COD and the like. I can see him doing Pokemon nuzlockes and gets super attached to his team. He computes his chances and researches everything so they all survive, cocky and a bit too confident. He even shows off the spread sheets he’s made and he’s way too proud of them. He gets so mad when he gets KO’d by some attack that was less likely to happen. One time, he had to take a long break and end his stream early after his starter died. He’s known for his contained rage and rants about how things were supposed to go HIS way, not some numbers programmed into this machine box. (It goesnt help that he throws back his head and groans with that deep voice of his 😳)

But he’s chill too. He plays Animal Crossing noncompetitively and just chats with his, um, chat. He even tries out some games his chat tells him to. I don’t think he’ll play very story heavy games but his chat loves his blunt and dry comments about the plot and the in-game logic. His chat once convinced him to play Hatoful Boyfriend and you can see him visibly TORTURED by the plot and its nonsensicalness but his audience LOVES it (“how does a bird be a waiter? Hm? First of all, he had no hands to do labor such as handle and send out orders, second, isNT THAT A HEALTH VIOLATION?! Like it or not, birds can carry pathogens harmful to humans- I would never go to this cafe.”). But another bird related game he actually enjoyed was Untitled Goose Game. He loved the chaos he brought the townsfolk while his little goose had a little cute bow on. He never extends his stream but does it JUST for Untitled Goose game.

He does give in and goes for games like What Remains of Edith Finch and while his audience knows him to be this cynical, realistic, blunt man, he showed that he had a sensitive side to him as well. He’s not a dick when it comes to sensitive material and acts serious and does a little PSA of what he knows and encourages everyone to do more reseach on sensitive topcs. His audience can at least rest easy that he’s not one of those assholes.

He shows off this more soft, sensitive side when his s/o drops by. They know when he gets kind of worked up from a game while in stream so they just bring him coffee or a lil snack to brighten his spirits. Chat goes ‘huh’ when they see Zeke smile genuinely for once, saying “Thanks for the coffee, sweetheart. Just what I needed.” in a really sweet tone thats a far cry from his usual demeanor. He immediately recovers and does another round of whatever it was he was playing. He gets boastful when you bring him up a slice of his favorite cake, telling the chat “if you guys would hate on me, hate on me for scoring the jackpot in romance. I have the best damn s/o in exsistence, it should be illegal. Illegal.”

He gets carried away once, wanting a kiss after you’d bring him his coffee for the stream. For a split second, you show up in frame and the chat goes nuts, asking if they could finally meet you. Zeke has fun with this, teasing his chat with stuff like, “oh? Please, you wouldn’t be able to handle how gorgeous they are.” and “you’d all combust in front of your screens from how hot they are.”. It’s really more on if you’re comfortable showing your face to his stream and he respects your decision. He’ll happily tease his chat about it going, “wow, a lot of you are s*mps for my s/o and you’ve literally only seen their hands and maybe their hair- you guys got it bad.” But does address it seriously if it gets out of hand.

When you do agree and show yourself, Zeke has you sit on his lap, a hand on your thigh and another one on your waist. It was like he was boasting some sort of trophy while you wave shyly to chat and how enthusiastic they are to finally meet you. You appear in some other streams, playing with him in competitive games sitting next to each other. Chat expects him to snap at you or something but he takes any defeat with grace, a slight frown on his face but will smile widely as you taunt him jokingly. There’s this one playstation co-op game i cant remember the name of where you have to use the same controller to win. It’s just a light hearted stream of the two of you egging on the other for not reacting fast enough or complaining about how bad the other is. Chat gladly becomes third wheel as enjoy yourselves. Truly one of twitch’s solid couples.

Scrolling up and seeing the amout ive written is disgusting (bc i sent this in as an ask) feel free to delete im just here to share with with u 👉��🥺

Pls never be disgusted with how much you send, I love getting asks like these because it's obvious you're enjoying yourself and I love that!!

I can imagine you bringing him coffee and he stands up to hide your face a bit and kiss you but he kisses you a bit to long and too heated so you say "Dont do that, you'll get me riled up" and he goes red because "babe that mic can still hear us..."

Even though it's a bit embarrassing you laugh, "Well now they know you're good at other things besides video games," you leave him with a kiss.

When he goes back to streaming he's red as hell and scratching his ear a bit, completely flustered as he tries to continue nonchalantly and ignore the chat for a second.

He does fawn over you on stream. Chat asks about you and he's immediately looking a little softer, more in love. Teases them, "I don't know, maybe i want to keep them for myself, my little secret."

If they ever get go meet you it's a whole event, Zeke teasingly hypes you up and the chat goes crazy because wow, you're beautiful. He's like "This is my beautiful wonderful secret now not-so-secret significant other!"

Then you start playing together or him coaching you through. Which gets frustrating because he tries to be in control and you just got to say "Zekey I know you love to be in control but if you try to backseat game me like that I will hurt you," and he backs off and says sorry.

Chat teases him for being called "Zekey" and even his Streamer friends tease him but he's like "only they can call me that."

If he ever meets pushy fangirls that are bound to go "Zekey!" Even though he's made it clear only you can call him that he immediately is eyebrow raised, "who are you talking to? And don't flirt with me." Very blunt about it.

#❖.zeke jaeger #◆.aot #⚫.drabbles #⚫.answered #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke yeager x reader

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rpbetter · 3 years

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Thanks for your thoughts. Nope, I don't have another problem with the psa. It's the subtle word choice pretty much, but nothing else. I don't mind if people use me as a meme farm, so when I see psas like that or comments like that, I get upset because I associate it with people who make other blanket assumptions about all rpers, I have it linked in my head with people going around saying "rp is a hobby not a jobby" and making other assumptions about how all rpers do their thing.

Thank you for answering those questions!

The assumptive quality of the RPC can seriously be annoying as hell, especially if you're in the minority on any particular issue. When that's the case, the PSAs are so rarely geared toward you and any issues you might be experiencing that it's legitimately upsetting. I absolutely feel you on that!

I mean, obviously. Obviously lol I do. It couldn't be much clearer that I have a serious issue with the constant bombardment of PSAs insisting that we normalize shitty behaviors that are the damn norm, that we're all just losers RPing on tumblr so no one should be anxious about anything ever (instead of, you know, maybe trying to legitimately boost people's confidence, radical thought), or that anything that isn't being hostile to oneself is being hostile to everyone else.

I think the issue is that, while there is obviously a majority set of takes/issues/experiences (though, those, too, absolutely can skew toward one's particular RP corner and style), there's no way to address every instance and variable of an issue. Particularly not when anything other one paragraph is too lengthy for a lot of people here to engage with in a meaningful way.

So, I know I have to frequently ask, "is this a legitimate or hostile sort of blank-statement, or is it just addressing the majority experience? If it's the latter, is it genuinely enough of a problem to address?"

Like, did they mean that this is an experience most RPers have, or did they mean this is the only experience/is the correct and only way to do things? And that's not always answerable, of course, but when I feel like it is, it's usually found on OP's blog and RPC itself.

If OP has expressed things that are not the majority experience, expressed that they do not agree with blanket-statements, and doesn't imply with every rule, PSA, point on the DNI, and so on that to approach and proceed with RP in a way they do not is to commit some manner of terrible IRL crime? It's almost certainly that they were just expressing a majority experience and nothing more.

And in this case, yeah, as I'm sure you've noticed from being on the opposite side of this, it is the majority experience. I don't recall ever seeing very many RPers who do not espouse having an issue with having their memes and aesthetics reblogged without some manner of (rules specified if they're not a dick) interaction/relationship with the other mun. (Such as "mutuals are okay to reblog" or "I expect reblog karma and practice it.")

I don't know if there has been an influx of newer RPers or those who have migrated from more relaxed areas of the RPC, but recently, there really has been an increase in at least my corners of muns being used as resource blogs when they do not wish to be. They've all expressed in their rules their particular boundaries for that, have made overall posts politely but firmly asking that people who do not write with them and haven't even read their rules not do this, and have gone directly to the worst offenders to ask them to stop. And it continues to happen. So, I imagine that is why you might be seeing an influx of PSAs about the matter in response.

For anyone watching this conversation that might not understand why some muns are so against this, some reasons are:

clogging up their notifications

the aesthetic was their picture, edit, quote, etc. and not meant to be shared off their blog/only by the partner(s) tagged in it

when you reblog from someone, their URL is obviously attached, spreading them to another dash full of people - they might like you, but not want some of your mutuals following to their blog

their muse doesn't get much interaction, but other muns keep reblogging memes/aesthetics from them when they won't write with them or send anything in

they feel used for the above reason or any variety of other reasons

I'm really sure you know that, Anon, but I think it's important that we all understand where we're coming from because there are so many different preferences and experiences. It's really not good enough to just feel like everyone can do whatever they want, so long as it isn't harassing anyone else/they're being respectful of others. Because can feel that way all we want to while still getting upset when we lack the understanding of preferences that are extremely different, or even in opposition to our own.

We can't effectively respect each other without that sort of understanding of even the things that annoy us, you know? So, I try to promote that understanding and explain things for people who might simply see this on their dash.

Like the "hobby not jobby" thing! I don't get that, I think it has some concerning IRL connotations people are not recognizing, and it's a great way to treat other muns like shit while justifying the behavior. It's in opposition to what I do not because it exists, but rather, because it is weaponized in order to excuse bad behavior and vilify muns who do not engage with the hobby in this way. It doesn't have to exist in hostile opposition to how I enjoy RP, the use of it has made it this way, is what I'm saying.

But I understand where it came from and what it means for the more rational, adult muns here who feel this way. To them, it's just that this is an ultra casual hobby. The way I engage with RP is like a full contact sport lol it requires a lot of effort and engagement, and the effort and engagement is fun. They way they engage with RP is an act of disengaging, it is more like what watching TV is for me - they're just here for some light, quick entertainment.

Understanding this difference is understanding that not everyone who feels so casually about RP is a jackass insisting that everyone else better feel the same way, that their way is the only correct and good way. I'm still not interested in writing with them, it's far too different for that to work out, but it allows for delineating who is enjoyable on my dash/OOC that is into casual RP and who needs to stay behind a block somewhere because they think anyone who has RP as a primary hobby is trying to ruin it for them somehow, attacking them by existing, and the following list of terrible things as a person.

I think that all problems in the RPC could be drastically mitigated by a combination of understanding and mutual respect. People who are alright with others treating them like a meme resource absolutely can and should interact with people who don't feel that way without a problem, for example - all that takes is being aware of your mutual's rules and respecting them.

Damn near 100% of the PSAs out there honestly should not ever have to exist, they come down to the same factors of just exercising some easy respect for each other.

Again, the trouble often comes in at those very differing factors we need to be mindful of. When we feel like the weird one out in the RPC constantly, whether something is actually othering us or not, it starts to feel like it is. We start finding reasons and evidence, and much of the time, at least among those whose first inclination isn't to label OP as various terrible shit as a person, that takes the form of "not everyone."

Well, of course, not everyone! But unfortunately, when we are of the minority opinion/experience, we sometimes have to just realize that very thing. It isn't personal, and that while someone has caused issues coming from this side with that difference, we are not for our mutuals, so this isn't about us. We're actually doing the thing the PSA is speaking of by not pushing our preferences on others. If that PSA is just speaking from a place of the majority experience and nothing more, we're just annoyed with it for that reason and nothing else when it comes right down to it. We're just kind of sick of being in the minority opinion on this issue, and now are geared to feel like we're being hounded by most PSAs.

It's not an easy thing to get over or work with, it's not even something that gets to be faultless, but it definitely makes the experience less irritating when we can get to a point of stepping back and analyzing the situation without those emotions intensely in play. Seriously, if I allowed the issues I have with most PSAs out there to be evident by reblogging them with refutations or anger? That's all I'd spend my time doing, that'd be my hobby and not actual RP...and I'd absolutely be the most hated and blocked mun on tumblr in short order no matter how valid my points were. (And, I think, with good reason, I really do not support reblogging that sort of thing with negative commentary.)

What helps? Make your own positive PSA about your experience! Make one of those "reblog if" posts, I have never seen one that says "reblog if...you are alright with your mutuals reblogging memes and aesthetics from you without reblog karma."

I'm being dead serious, I encourage you to do that! It's great when you're of the minority opinion and do something like that because you can literally see not only that you're not alone at all but also that it's made other people feel seen. If you do that, let me know, I'll reblog it, even.

#answered #anonymous #post and ask replies #mun interaction #reblog etiquette #rp problems #tumblr rpc

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Annabeth Chase Headcanons (PJO), with a reader who knows how to play the guitar? plis female pronouns 😼✌🏻

Playing Guitar & Dating Annabeth Would Include . . .

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You playing the guitar is literally the reason you two are dating in the first place

She heard you practicing the new song you had been trying to write and a) fell in love with how good the music is and b) because you were stunningly gorgeous

She loves hearing you play the guitar

It’s her favorite thing

Just like how you love to watch Annabeth read because of the facial expressions she makes and how concentrated she is, she loves to watch you play guitar

In her mind, your concentrated face while you’re trying to work the song out is absolutely adorable

And just like how she loves to share her latest architecture designs, you love to share your music

AND OH MY GOD WHEN YOU SANG FOR HER FOR THE FIRST TIME??

she nearly fainted

cause your voice was her favorite sound ever (besides your music, of course)

she could never get enough of you playing covers of songs or your own songs

and would constantly brag about you to her friends and her half-siblings

it did help that you were a child of apollo

annabeth was always asking you to play music

and she realized she was in love with you when, at your two month anniversary, your gift to her was a song you wrote

if anybody ever critiqued your music or your singing, she was fighting with them

like one time percy made an offhand comment while you were still working through the new lyrics, and she absolutely kicked his ass during training

she’s VERY protective

Annabeth will also always offer hand massages because she knows how tired your hands can get when playing

and wow she’s great at massaging

One time you were overworking yourself to get a new song done in time for your performance that Chiron allowed you to do

Even though Annabeth is usually the one overworking herself and rarely listened to you when you wanted her to take a break, she now understood what it was like for you

She got worried because you weren’t sleeping and wanted you to rest

Things only got worse when you lost your lyrics sheet

because you didn’t have your lyrics memorized

You ended up crying, the stress and the tiredness that had been building up and now she was facing the consequences, losing the lyrics being the final straw

Annabeth wrapped her arms around you and hugged you tight

You ended up cuddling and you told Annabeth that you wished for a little more time to prepare before your performance

So after you fell asleep Annabeth made arrangements with Chiron

The next day she helped you find the lyrics

Thankfully you found them

And she was there while you practiced

The next week it was the performance!

Annabeth was your biggest fan

She made sure the venue and everything was perfect

And she happily clapped along to the beat

She had the loudest cheers when you finished

Because you made her so happy

And she made you so happy

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thevirgodoll · 4 years

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I need advice for confronting my friend about skipping meals, it gets pretty awkward and she brushes everything off. The anon reminded me to ask you for help about this.

This is a very, VERY touchy subject and I know you know this. I’m happy you approached me with this because this is directly up my alley in subject matter.

PSA: With things like self harm behaviors, understand that it’s difficult to get a loved one to admit it’s happening because of the brain’s response towards confronting it: shame, guilt, and burdensome feelings. And if she has been doing this awhile, by now her brain has been conditioned to use this as a positive coping mechanism because it relieves her of whatever is going on in her life...

So try not to be too hard on her. I know a lot of people get easily frustrated and place blame but perspective and empathy is extremely necessary if you’re going to be here for the long haul because this is not something that she can just stop doing. In the past, people were very ignorant about any self harm behavior so I really had to get that off of my chest so you could approach it correctly.

Things to know and consider:

Think of her history. Has there been any life changes? Has she ever had mental health problems? What has happened before the eating habits?

•Something deeper is usually going on when an eating disorder actually occurs. It is not about food entirely, it’s about emotional eating and lack thereof depending on which ED it is. Now sometimes it’s not always due to the person’s own doing (some medications can create issues), but most of the time it’s due to an underlying problem that has been going on for a long time.

•She may withdraw from social interactions as a result of this disorder. This is a symptom of her illness.

•Often times, eating disorders are coupled with depression and anxiety. So keep in mind, her mind is a hard place to be right now if this is the case.

•EDs can create a need for control. If she feels out of control in an area of her life, in some way, it helps her feel in control of something.

Symptoms to check off (not all have to be marked; this is for everyone’s reference to keep and have):

•Fear of weight gain to the point of obsession

-> conversations pertain to cleaner eating or wanting to look better, expresses disdain

-> obsessed with fitness or diet apps to the point of concern

•Excessive exercising

-> upset if they cannot exercise

-> increases exercise, but avoids increasing calories or is on a fad diet/extreme regiment in an unhealthy manner

•Irrational perception of body weight or image

-> checking body fat, tugging on skin

•Weight gain

-> compulsive eating, large quantities of food

•Lying about eating habits or downplaying them

•Food often on mind or always an issue

•Skipping meals often or rationalize skipping meals

•Cutting food into pieces to make it less obvious that it’s not as much food

-> habitually does this or only eats certain portions, weird rituals around foods, maybe a lot of condiments

•Avoiding eating with other people

-> goes to the bathroom often during meals

-> gets upset during meals if certain meals aren’t available, refuses to even eat

•Hiding food

•Fatigue, lack of concentration, irritation

•Uncharacteristic social withdrawal and isolation

-> A note about mood: Extremely depressed or seems extremely energetic depending on mental state. Mental health concerns are definitely there.

-> Caffeine may be involved if they are overly hyperactive to lose more weight

So, keep in mind that it’s not just one type of eating disorder which is why I included many different signs off the top of my head. Sometimes, people are unaware that their behaviors are unhealthy until it’s too late. Some people won’t accept they have an eating disorder, especially black women.

Something to know: Black women, regardless of specific nationality or ethnic background, tend to have a certain culture around food, so eating disorders with Black women are often overlooked. Black women adopt cultural values that are linked with binge eating disorders, and are at high risk for emotional eating. Many will not ask for help. The stereotype continues to be that it is just the Black woman being “fat” or “needs meat on her bones”.

Why? It is due to the societal and cultural expectation. Most women in media are depicted as white, skinny women or plus size white women for opposite ends of the body image / ED spectrum.

However, the culture around Black female bodies is something to be acknowledged... the rates of “thick” vs. “skinny” body image problems regarding Black women. Anorexia is the rarest disorder amongst Black women, and Binge eating is the most prevalent.

What To Do Now?

When someone downplays an eating disorder despite you pointing out the symptoms, it’s not personal. It is a symptom of their illness. Persistence and empathy is key. Take a different approach than aggression in order to get them to open up.

Do not say how they look when starting your sentences...they have a perception already of how they look and it won’t work. Do not say what they “should” do for your benefit of seeing them well, this will come off aggressive. They will tune you out, and feel like a burden. If anything, you want to put your empathy above all. Do not frame their behavior as something malicious that they are doing to you. These approaches are often used and alienate the person, which makes the process longer. No ultimatums also. People always say “if you do this again I will stop being your friend.” It ruins it and drives people to more self harm behaviors often or worse, suicide / hospitalization due to feeling alone (more than they already do). Do not do this!

Have patience, move forward with love, and involve empathy not pity or demeaning language. Avoid “should”, “need”, and “you don’t”. Just speak from a place of concern, because that’s your primary feeling. No lecturing, no criticizing. Pick a private place, where they will be calm. NO OFFERING SOLUTIONS! It’s about offering SUPPORT! Do not tell them what they have to do! Just use “I” statements only! If there is resistance, again, be patient because this is hard for THEM! I say this with a lot of conviction because it is extremely serious!

Example: “Hey ____, I’m really worried about you. Perhaps I am wrong in my observations, but this is what I see(*this allows them to not feel defensive*). I feel like you are struggling with something(gives them the chance to open up). I want to help you and I am here for you.”

Example: “Hey ____, I really wanted to speak to you. I feel like something is going on. It’s hard for me to see you unhappy (observation of how they have been acting, no weight comments). It’s really scary to watch you skip meals sometimes(shows that you are concerned and have noticed). I want to help you. I want you to know I’m here for whatever you want to do. I’m listening to you.” *The ending gives them an opportunity to feel supported because they are. If they show response to wanting to take the next step / or open up to you about the eating disorder then say this: “I’ll even go to the doctor with you. I will be in the appointment.” And please go with them!

Good luck and keep me updated! We should all stick together on mental health (especially us black women.) Always send me questions like this!!! ❣️

xo, thevirgodoll ❤️

*If anyone is curious as to why I’m so knowledgeable, I’m a psychology major girl, I had research ready before I answered because I already did research on this topic a long time ago in an essay for black women and EDs. I got my clinical reference from earlier lol -> clinical reference to black women and eating disorders link study

#mental health #eating disorder mention #i’m such an earth sign this is so organized lol #advice

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maraudingthrough · 4 years

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hello! any chance for a headcanon for when remus gets insecure and really jealous?? gender neutral if possible please!! thank you and i hope you have a great day!!! x

Oh! Darling: Remus Lupin x GenderNeutral!Reader Headcanons

Words: didn’t count them, cause it’s a hc!

A/N: Hello Anon! ohhh headcanons~ I love these, and Remus for a change! We all love this handsome cinnamon roll. I set this for Marauders Era and I had to cut the headcanon to not disturb the tags on Tumblr. I hope I used gender neutrality well, constructive criticism is welcome, of course!

Warnings: jealousy? but nothing extreme!!

PSA: I don’t quite like the concept of jealousy. I think everybody feels jealousy but it shouldn’t be romanticized. If anyone ever feels jealous for whatever reason, express this to your s/o and work around it. If you feel uncomfortable of your s/o being jealous, tell them they have nothing to be jealous about because you love them. Communication people!

Marauders Era Remus (7th year)

Not everybody who was close to Remus knew he was insecure. He usually came out like a shy boy who liked to read. And that was exactly what Remus wanted, because the only excuse for being insecure was his lycanthropy problem.

He felt loved by (Y/N), he truly did. But they were so amazing, and so out of his league that he always heard his own voice in his head that he wasn’t enough, that one day (Y/N) would realize and leave him alone.

It didn’t help that (Y/N) was one of the most popular people at Hogwarts. They could have any girl or boy they wanted, but they really loved Remus, and knew that beauty was superficial.

Not only that, Remus was handsome. His heartwarming eyes and messy brown hair were enough to make (Y/N) swoon, not to mention that he was really, really tall, towering easily over anyone, including (Y/N).

Nevertheless, Remus was incapable of loving himself, and that was the issue. He could be the most handsome man in all Hogwarts and he would still think very little of himself.

(Y/N) was friendly with the Marauders, they weren’t best friends with any of them but they trusted each other. They hanged out together, (Y/N) always finding a way to be by Remus’ side, and trying to touch him in any way possible (without being gross, of course)

Moony was usually reading a book, so his hands were occupied most of the time. So (Y/N) always sat by his side, making their knees touch, making him lay on their lap (occasionally petting his hair), or even grabbing one of his hands, which he only let go when he needed to turn a page. When (Y/N) grabbed his hand he either stopped reading altogether or he read really slowly, as he was reluctant to let them go.

This did not happen one day. It was after lunch, on a Saturday, Sirius, James and (Y/N) started talking about a topic, Remus noticed that it was muggle rock music. He hadn’t know that (Y/N) really liked music, but it was nice to know. He was thinking about many ideas for dates back in London, maybe going to a music store and buying some records. A The Rolling Stones shirt would be a good christmas gift. When they reached their usual spot by the Black Lake, they where still arguing which band had the best music (which was pointless, as music is completely subjective to what the individual likes, but whatever). Remus sat at his usual spot, then Sirius sat by his side, (Y/N) joining him and James.

So the placement was, Peter, Remus, Sirius, (Y/N) and James.

Remus missed (Y/N)’s presence besides him, but he didn’t want to be clingy so he let it slide, tried to concentrate on the book on his hands. It didn’t help however how Sirius seemed to pointedly try to make (Y/N) laugh.

(Or Remus was being paranoid)

Or not. He didn’t worry for James, as he was in a relationship with Lily. But Sirius? The Hogwarts heart-throb? That was charming and could get anyone flustered with his silver tongue?

Yeah, Remus was worried. Not because (Y/N) or Sirius would betray him, but he was really afraid that (Y/N) would realize that he was a better man than him, then leave him.

But he mustn’t jump into conclusions. Maybe that day in particular Sirius was really interested in (Y/N). Nothing to worried about, right?

Wrong!

Sirius was more and more insistent in spending time with (Y/N), so Remus, logically felt threatened. It wasn’t like Remus so show PDA around the school, but now he usually kissed (Y/N)’s cheek or forehead around other people, usually pulled them close or wrapped an arm around their shoulders.

(Y/N) wasn’t uncomfortable, Remus was their boyfriend after all. They were... surprised. They knew PDA wasn’t Remus forte, in fact it was really weird coming from Remus, so (Y/N) decided to ask him if something was wrong.

He said that he was warming up to PDA and got a little defensive asking if it was wrong to kiss his significant other.

(Y/N) decided to drop it. Maybe it was a werewolf trait? Getting more affectionate before a full moon? It was new, but maybe Remus would return to his old form in a few weeks.

Turns out that three days before the full moon, Remus was cranky and weak (as he usually was before turning into a werewolf) but also was glued to (Y/N) and they noticed the hostility towards Sirius, specially when he talked to (Y/N).

“Remus, can we talk?” (Y/N) asked politely and trying to sound as calm as possible. He nodded, but made no sign to move. “Alone, please?” he then nodded and gulped. It was coming, he tried to avoid it, trying to block Sirius from (Y/N)’s presence. But it hadn’t worked. They were at the boy’s dormitory, everyone else downstairs.

“I know what you are going to say.” Remus said, his voice horse. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “You are going to break up with me because- because Sirius-”

“I was not going to do such thing you dense, bloody idiot.” (Y/N) interrupted, clearly angry. “I was going to ask you what the hell was your problem with Sirius.”

“My problem? He’s all over you! What am I supposed to do? Wait with my arms crossed till he snatches you away?”

“ ‘Snatch me away’? Do you hear yourself?” (Y/N) realized quickly what the real problem was and calmed their temper. “Remus I don’t know how to tell you and show you that I love you. I really only have eyes for you, you don’t have to get jealous”

“But Sirius-”

“Sirius was just being friendly.” (Y/N) reached for Remus’ hands, squeezing them. “Look, Sirius might be handsome to some people but I love you and I find you handsome, and incredible. You are wonderful, sweet and the best boyfriend someone can wish for.”

“Even when I turn into a werewolf?” (Y/N) now caressed his chest, wrapping their arms around his neck, Remus placed his hands on their waist.

“Much more when you turn into a werewolf.” (Y/N) grinned pecking him in the lips. “I was wondering, if you get more... handsy when the full moon approached...?” Remus quirked one of his eyebrows. “What? It was nice having you all over me in the halls.”

“It wasn’t nice losing 5 house points because McGonagall found it inappropriate for school grounds.” he remembered, his cheeks going slightly red.

“To hell with house points, I want you to push me against a wall and-” Remus muffled whatever was going out of (Y/N)’s mouth with his hand, smirking.

“Okay, keep that wild imagination of yours inside your pretty head.” he told them, kissing their forehead. (Y/N) grabbed a handful of his front robes and yanked him down to kiss him.

“Kiss me properly, for Godric’s sake.” they complained, getting another deep kiss from Remus. He then peppered them with little kisses all over their face, making them giggle. “I have a plan for today, we can cuddle in the sofa when everyone’s gone and snog a lot.”

“Or we can do that right now, on my bed.”

“You get wilder with the moon, Moony.” (Y/N) teased, dropping to his bed, happy to be engulfed with Remus’ scent. He chuckled, taking off his shoes. They had to maneuver around the bed, as it was big enough for one persone but for two it was tight, so they had to get really close.

They talked for a while, (Y/N) laying on the pillow, talking about their music taste while Remus listened, propped up on his elbow. Sometimes he added a comment, but was more than happy to just listen to his significant other.

(Y/N) reached his face and lovingly stroked one of his pink scars, making Remus smile and lean down to kiss them fondly. “I love you Remus.”

“I love you more, (Y/N)” he said, dropping his head on their chest, loving the feeling of being embraced by (Y/N), breathing in their perfume.

they might have fallen asleep, so Sirius shut the curtains after taking a picture. lovely couple of dorks.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin hc #remus lupin headcanon

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How many followers does Dan Egan have on insta and or twitter? Does he post selfies of just himself? What do the comments sections look like?

Oh god, I have no idea. Are we talking canon Dan or BMTL-Dan?

For BMTL-Dan, I have actually looked at the Pod Save America guys as a very loose comparison to the kind of career Dan might have…career political strategists who are still active in the field while also very clearly building their own media brands. Dan’s never going to be interested in activism the way the PSA team is, but he’s building up an independent media brand separate from BKD or whatever politician he’s working for at any given time, a public identity he can parlay into media/book-writing/boardmember gigs in the future. The PSA guys are all way more active on Twitter than Instagram, but I think Dan would value Instagram as a conduit to his stay-at-home housewife fanbase, where he can post more domestic pics that shamelessly play up his DILF status, as well as artsy behind-the-scenes pics of campaigns/running around the Hill/whatever BKD is doing. Twitter he uses for commentary and promotion (for both him and Amy) and dunking on Jonah. There are of course lots of fawning Instagram about how attractive he is, plus the usual intrusive questions, weird demands, wildly incorrect gossip tidbits…I also imagine Dan’s obsessive fangirls have divided into pro- and anti-Amy camps, as well: either they love Amy for her ambition and think she’s perfect for him, or she’s an evil manipulative work-obsessed bitch who just used Dan for his sperm. So there will always be comments excoriating her or supporting her.

As for canon-Dan…this question is actually surprisingly hard to answer, because the show actually does not frame Dan as a person who is interested in social media as a tool for his own gain (personal or political). This is interesting considering that Dan’s bottomless vanity and his obsession with appearances as a conduit to power make him exactly the kind of person who would be very into social media. It certainly would have worked as a way to highlight Dan’s craven need for any kind of attention, as well as his god-given ability to create media narratives that appeal to the public, no matter how fake they actually are. As Selina’s deputy communications director and later working for CBS, social media is a big part of Dan’s job, and the show just…glosses over it, in both eras.

In the Iannucci-era of the show, the demands of Dan’s job necessitate that he lives his life pretty online, even if he’s not necessarily posting about himself. (The same goes for Amy and Mike). I think we can safely infer that Dan probably has his own Twitter account, and he’s possibly running Selina’s VPOTUS Twitter before she becomes President, and we also know that he knows his way around Spotify. The show never mentions Instagram (I don’t think?), but I think it’s safe to assume Dan has one. Working for Selina, his profiles would have to be just as carefully coordinated as hers. He could only post (and like) things that supported her message and branding. Even if his accounts are not formally linked to Selina’s social media landscape, Iannucci Dan is much too image conscious to post anything that would get him or his boss into trouble.

(Okay, this turned into a rant, so putting the rest of the essay under the cut)

Still, Iannucci-Dan never mentions anything pertaining to his own “brand”—while Dan is very ambitious and we know he possesses detailed career plans that exist in multiple phases that involve referring to himself in the third person, none of this ever translated over to social media. There’s no explicit sense that Dan is trying to develop this kind of “Dan Egan™️” brand that can stand alone no matter who he works for, or how many times he gets fired/“resigns.” Building up his social media brand would be exactly the kind of thing he should be doing in between jobs, but the show never indicates he does that. Instead, he’s trying to get into lobbying, a career in which social media isn’t really necessary—how many followers Dan has on Twitter have no bearing on how good he is at lobbying. I feel like this is something that might have changed about Dan’s character if the show premiered in 2017, instead of 2012, but also who knows. Iannucci-Dan is also the type of guy who is constanty trying to be trendy and cool and failing (“Deck’s a thing, right?”)…I don’t think it's a coincidence that of the two “younger” men on the show, Jonah’s the one starting his own web series or whatever.

As for Mandel-era Dan, well…the fact that Mandel never even mentioned social media in relation to Dan defies all character logic, because his version of Dan would have been obsessed with his social media presence. Mandelian-Dan is clearly way interested in his brand—he tells Amy at the end of S5 that he wants to get an agent to launch “Dan Egan” properly. Moreover, Dan’s new job at CBS would have required regular posting on Twitter and Instagram, the careful curation of a sanitized celebrity image that would appeal to bored housewives in middle America. Social media is a huge part of that, and Mandel just totally skated over in favor of…plotlines about fake sexual harassment.

But this overall speaks to Mandel’s weird blindspot about social media and the behavior of public figures. He looked at Twitter as a news platform, not a place where politics actually happens, where public opinion and discourse are shaped. And there’s no way Dan Egan, after two years at CBS and thus with a decent sized social media following of his own, can swan into an abortion clinic in Iowa, in the year 2019, with the top aide of an ex-president who is currently running in the primaries and not have anyone notice and post about it. It just flies in the face of reality. (To compare with a different politial universe, Josh Lyman in The West Wing totals a Prius at a car dealership in D.C and it blows up on the local blogs IN THE YEAR 2004.) This isn't even getting into the Amy of it all, and whatever limited attention she might command. Now, I don’t want to frame Dan as a major American celebrity who can’t walk the streets unbothered. He is distinctly not. Being a well-regarded communications strategist—or even a failed morning news host—is not the same as being a Clooney. But Dan undoubtedly operates in the public eye to a new degree after his CBS gig, and the fact that the show never explored that new dimension of his career is mind-boggling to me.

Of course, Sex-Psychopath Dan wouldn’t last two minutes on social media without an underage girl outing him as a predator, and obviously the power of Dan’s golden dick had to be highlighted first and foremost in S7, so I guess an entire paradigm-shifting dimension of modern politics had to be ignored. If I sound cranky and bitter, it is because I am. Mandel’s complete ignorance of social media, which defined Trump’s campaign (apparently a huge source of inspiration for S7) is in fact one of the most infurating parts of Veep’s final season to me, and I will never stop whining about it.

Anyway, to wrap up my rant, I actually have no idea what canon-Dan might get up to on social media, because the show actually does not indicate that Dan is a social-media user beyond whatever is required for his job. Mandel-Dan would just post selfies, for sure. Iannucci-Dan would understand that building a political brand is not like building an influencing brand, and would probably do a lot more “behind-the-scenes” posting, with the very occasional selfie (and occasional glimpse of Amy, presumably). Since social media features so prominently in @thebookofmaev’s most recent fic, I imagine she might also have some thoughts on this topic!

#dan egan #veep and social media

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