Notes: Shhh. I told @rememberstilinski and @ninja-stiles I would write them some Stuart stuff. Because Stuart is a babe and I couldn’t stop starting at him while I wrote other things. I guess Stuart is slowly beating out Stiles as my favorite since I write more for Stuart than anyone else?
Summary:Hijikata has his back against the door and he can’t say so, but he’s
finding it hard to breathe. Fuck anyone that says butterflies go away
when you’ve been with someone for a long time because those fluttery
little shits are currently wreaking havoc on his insides.
wait, what's the difference between Cassian's real age and the age they say he is?
I’m assuming this is in response to my tags about the amazing @notbecauseofvictories thing I reblogged about Cassian and Mon Mothma, because I vaguely remember typing something like that, but it might not have been; regardless, if anyone reading this diatribe hasn’t read it, they should go do that.
Diego Luna is 36. 37 now. Born in 1979, just like me. Look at him, look at his face as he plays Cassian; he has creases around his eyes and the bones of his face are sharp in a way they weren’t when Diego Luna was in his mid-20s. He’s beautiful, he’s not young, he’s weathered and sharp and his life is engraved on his face. He’s not old, but he’s not young. I can’t find the still I want: it’s when Jyn has the blaster and he tells her to give it to him, and she slyly says “Trust goes both ways” and he stares at her for a moment. Every minute he has lived shows in his face in that shot, every moment of pure agonizing bullshit he has ever weathered is just right there to see, and it’s fucking amazing. It’s like a half-second acting clinic in Having A Face While Being In Your Late Thirties And Having Seen Some Shit. It’s absolutely what I wish I could do with my face. (I can’t. I have zits and wrinkles at the same time. No one takes me seriously, I get carded for booze, and I’m also old enough to be invisible. it’s amazing.) I can’t find it, so have this still instead.
According to Wookieepedia and various promotional materials, Cassian Andor is 26.
It’s not… impossible… for a man of 26 to look like that but… why…
I’ve just done the Extra™ thing and looked up what Diego looked like when he was 26.
As someone of Diego’s actual age, I feel like that matters. I understand, Cassian would lead a more weathering life than Diego presumably has (I actually don’t really know his RL business but I’m assuming it involved a lot less murder and espionage, and I’m super sorry if that’s an incorrect assumption, but come on Diego is a human sunshine muffin I’m not drawing this out of thin air here).
He’s still not a baby in this photo, of course. He has lines around his eyes, a little bit. Probably if he were frowning his forehead would have some of that crease in it that Cassian has in every frame (because he is frowning in every frame, but, you know). But his cheekbones are still smoothly hidden under softness, there are no hollows above his jaw, he’s soft and smooth and pretty and it doesn’t take anything away, he just doesn’t have as many lived moments in his face to turn wearily on Jyn and visibly decide that he just has no fucks left to give over whether she shoots him or not.
Anyway! A bunch of us writer types were sort of just assuming that Cassian was played by an actor about his age, and have constructed headcanons accordingly, and they are way more interesting headcanons I think than him being a murder baby! It’s the sort of thing, I admit, that at 26 I would have been like “what does it matter” but now that I am 37 I am like “no it matters a bunch, honey”.
ALSO FELICITY JONES is 33 and I was SO EXCITED that they had a heroine over 30 but NO, Jyn is supposed to be like 20 or whatever, WTF. WTF! WTF! Ugh. COME ON, LET WOMEN AGE. It’s bad enough the only women in star wars have to be under five-three and brunette with large eyes and wide mouths but now they also have to be under 30 whether or not their actress is. (CARRIE FISHER WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME.)
Obviously the casting people weren’t really thinking “not every adventure has to happen to Very Young Adults” which is what I was so excited about, they were thinking “These Hot Young People Should Be Played By Hot Slightly-Older People Because Adventure Makes You Look Slightly Older Than You Are”, which is bullshit.
Hey so I recently discovered your art and I instantly fell in love with it. I just went through a break up today and just looking through your art again made me feel a bit better. I know it sounds stupid but it just made me happy. Anyways have I hope you have a good rest of your day. <3
Hey you… <3
Your ask has been cozy in my inbox all weekend, because I was super busy, but I did keep coming back to it, and since you’ve sent it, I’ve wanted to reply with a doodle. Wish I could have contacted you to let you know that I had gotten your message, and was thinking about you, haha! This anon thing kills me sometimes. I’m sorry about the breakup. I hope things turn out for the best for you.
Keep on finding things that’ll slowly get you back on your feet!!
Request: One of the members waking up to their soulmate countdown being 0:00 and finding out their S/O has just died, but five or so years later the countdown starts up again
(A.N: This is a bit different than the request but I hope you still like it !)
You sat there spacing out, watching the dew collecting on your drink, as you sat at the collectively bustling bar. It was so loud in there you didn’t bother to keep track of the conversation beside you with the friend you came with her new group of friends from work. One of them said something in your direction, earning a small fake smile, fully aware you had no idea what they were even saying. Your friend turns to you, leaning close to your ear.
“I think we’re gonna head out for the night, are you gonna stay here?”
“Yeah, just for a little bit longer. You guys go on ahead.” You told her.
Both of you exchanged a hug and a wave before seeing her head out towards the door. You didn’t want to bother her with what was worrying you so badly today because the more you hung around people the harder it was to hide. You slowly moved your sleeve down your arm to look at the clock tattoo on your wrist still counting down to the moment you would meet them. When it finally hit 0, it was said that you would come face to face with your soulmate and the tattoo when then be a still tattoo of the time where you met each other. The countdown only had 3 minutes left on it and it was 3 minutes until 11:25 p.m. That was the number that would stay imprinted on your wrist for as along as they were alive.
The nervousness in your stomach was hard to shake off, knowing they were standing somewhere in the same bar as you. You took a look around you at the people, suddenly making eye contact with someone across the way. With a smirk, he came over to approach you.
“Hey babe, can I get you a drink?” He slurred, already sounding a bit intoxicated.
“Uh, that’s okay. I’ve already been drinking enough-”
“Aw come on. A pretty girl like you should be smiling, you look so down. A drink will help I promise!” The man insisted, slingin his arm around you.
Another look at your wrist and there were only seconds left before the countdown. Your heart pounding in your chest. thinking that you would end up in one of those soulmate horror stories that you had heard about. People getting set up with drunks that only cheat on them and making them do all the chores like it was the 50′s or something. You wanted to push him off but you weren’t sure how he would react or if he was the guy you were meant to be with.
“Really, I d-don’t want one. I’m meeting someone here.” You lied, looking around for anyone you could use as a ploy. The girls around you seemed too busy, talking amongst themselves.
“You don’t have to be shy, sweetheart. There’s no one around you, trust me I don’t bite.”
“She said she didn’t want the drink.”
Your head spun around in the direction you heard the voice coming from and your eyes were met with a taller, fit, and stunning looking brown eyed-male who looked around the same age as you. Your eyes widened as you stared at the clock behind his head, seeing the time. It easily read, 11:25 p.m.
“And who the hell are you?” The rough looking drunk asked.
“Her date. Now get your hands off of her before I make you.” Jungkook threatened.
The man didn’t dare try to fight him, pulling his arm off you and cowering away. It was easy to see how often this new stranger seemed to work out through his tight black t-shirt and leather jacket. If this younger male was your real soulmate you thanked any god that was possible out there, just staring at his physic.
“She’s not that hot anyway! ” He called over his shoulder before leaving the bar.
“Ignore him. He’s probably just pissed because he knew he didn’t have a chance with you. Can I sit down?”
“Yeah, sure…” You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew what was going on but then again you assumed that’s why he was approaching you in the first place. You had no idea even where to begin to talk to someone who was supposed to be your soulmate, let alone someone as gorgeous as the boy sitting next to you.
“It’s Y/N, right?’
“Yeah, how did you know my name?”
“Earlier I stood next to you while getting my drink. I heard one of those girls call you that. You seemed pretty distraught about the tattoo, I guess you didn’t notice me.” He chuckled, bringing his bottle up to his lips for a sip.
“Well, were you not nervous seeing it get so close to zero? I knew this was gonna happen but god, I’m so glad it’s you and not the other guy.” You laughed, seeing him smile at your compliment.
“I’m glad you didn’t fall in love with him before I came over then. My name is Jungkook, by the way.”
“Jungkook? Oh, it’s nice to meet you.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, to which he cracked another smile, laughing at your gesture before taking your hand.
“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too. Hey, do you wanna get out of here? It’s getting kinda late and it’s really loud.”
“Sure, but where do you wanna go?”
He shrugged, still holding your hand to help you get off the stool. Jungkook left the bottle on the bar as he let go of your hand and walking out with you.
“Wherever we end up I guess.”
As the two of you are walking along the sidewalk around the city, the conversation seemed easy and obtainable, knowing exactly why they called them soulmates. The two of you had things in common but there was already this strange safe feeling you got from him. He was telling you all about his 6 friends and how they were all in a band together, doing mostly underground concerts but the feeling of performing kept the going. The sheer moment of his face lighting up at the conversation turn to music was attractive and cute. You could tell how passionate he must have been about it.
“What’s something you really love?” Jungkook asked, with a look of curiosity.
“Really love? I don’t know. I guess you could say i’m also into music, but more writing than doing. It’s fun but i’m not much of a singer. Maybe I could write you a song one day.”
“What can you guess about me? Just by looking at me I mean.” You smiled, leaning over to him to give him a better look.
“You? You’ve got a gorgeous smile, so I know making you smile is going to be a goal of mine. When you were talking to those other girls, when you were still enjoying yourself I mean, you seemed like someone who had a lot of fun. You looked happy. You just seem like someone who’s caring and selfless. Someone who works hard but doesn’t always get what she deserves. When I figured out that it was you-…..I got nervous.”
“Nervous? How come?”
His hand rubbed the back of his neck, getting a bit flustered.
“Ha, well I thought you were beautiful even far away and as I got closer you looked even better I didn’t know what to think. Plus I was sorta in long term relationship before and it didn’t end very well. I was scared that if I fell in love with you it might end up the same.”
You head titled but before you could ask him anything you felt the trickling of something wet falling from the sky one after another. When the both of you realized it was starting to rain, he took his jacket off so you could cover your head before grabbing your wrist gently and taking you over to the nearest bus stop to sit under.
When the two of you sat down you tried to hand back his jacket but instead he put it over your shoulders to keep you warm. Suddenly, you noticed on his opposite wrist another clock that was stuck at 0:00. Your eyes widened in shock, never knowing someone with two of the tattoos since most were only given one at birth.
“That girl-….you really loved her, huh?” You asked, taking his wrist into your hand this time, looking at the faded zeroes.
“It was 5 years ago but we dated for 3 years before that. She was really sweet and caring towards my members. It felt like everyday I was with her that I couldn’t be happier. Any minute we were away I would think about her, waiting for the chance to see her again. We wanted to move in with each other but my friends wanted me to stay with them so we planned to move in with each other after getting married some day. I proposed to her but the day after I woke up and our time was no longer on my wrist. It was just zeroes that had replaced them, feeling like time had taken her away from me. I found out she had died later that day.”
His eyes stared off as though he was remembering her fondly and yet he didn’t look as sad as you thought he would. Instead, it was more of a memory to him than a sore subject. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was really over her or if he was putting on a brave face for your sake.
“I’m so sorry, Jungkook. I’m sure she was very happy to have you…I didn’t even know people could have 2 soulmates.” You looked down at your lap, not knowing if any words could be of comfort to him.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s true I loved her but it’s all the past now, sometimes you have to move on. I shouldn’t have brought her up on our first date anyway.”
“Oh, is this not? Because we can totally do something else next time-”
You shook your head, leaning on his shoulder. “No. Right now, is perfectly fine. I’m pretty happy with the way things are going.”
“Yeah, me too.” He smiled.
Jungkook reached into his pocket to put his phone in your hands. You took note at the overwatch lockscreen, finding out another interest of his. When you titled your head to look-up at him, he entered the password to unlock it, going into his contacts.
“You can put your number in so we can keep in contact.”
You nodded, entering your phone number into his contacts, and saving your name with a heart next to it.
“I want you to be honest with me as my soulmate. We just met and it’s not like we’re in love so-…if you aren’t over her yet, we can always wait. The time stamp only means it’s the first time we’ve met. I can wait, seriously.”
His gaze was still on his lap, shaking his head as he faced you.
“No, I want to do this-if you want to, I mean. I’m ready to keep moving forward because there’s nothing that can change the past. You’re different than her. You look different, your voice is different, and I already get this different feeling being around you. I’m not stuck in the past, I want to give this a shot…. Here, come with me.” He stood up from the bench, now standing in the rain in front of you.
“Why, where are we going?” You asked
“Just trust me.” He held out his hand for you once more, letting yours grab ahold as he started to guide you through the passing people on the streets.
Looking at him from behind you looked at the details about him, the red beanie on his head, the small little scar on his cheek, the torn jeans he was wearing, his adorably dark brown eyes you had noticed when he approached you, and a small silver chained bracelet on his wrist. Though he was drenched by the rain he continued to look just as good, looking back at you every once in a while to make sure his jacket was keeping you dry.
You almost ran straight into him when he instantly stopped in front of one of the little shops on the street. For a second you eyes were guided away from him, looking at the lit up store in front of you. Jungkook brought you inside to be greeted by someone new. Behind the counter stood an older but still around your age male with blonde hair. Yoongi barely looked up from his phone to see the two of you.
“You’re soaked.” Yoongi sighed.
“Yeah, it started raining before I could get back. Hyung, this is Y/N.”
“Your soulmate, right? Man you should have seen how nervous he was before leaving.” Yoongi chuckled, imitating Jungkook who didn’t look to amused.
“Yeah, yeah. You still have a whole year but we’ll see if you’re not phased by it. Oh right, This is Yoongi he’s our writer for the band and rapper if need be. He does solo stuff on the side.” Jungkook explained.
“Whoa that’s amazing. It’s nice to meet you-…um-?”
“Yoongi.” He answered, waving over at you.
“Welcome to our music store and downstairs is the practice room. If you need anything just let me know.” Yoongi added before sticking his headphone back into his ear, legs propped up on the counter.
“What do you think of the place?” Jungkook asked, anticipating your answer as you examined the tons of old and new music laid out.
“This place seems so cool. Is that why you go to that bar? Since it’s down the road?”
“Yeah, it’s easiest place to go to around here. Sometimes I go with Jin and Jimin but I definitely wanted to go alone tonight.”
You picked the towel off of the countertop, putting it over Jungkook’s head. You He had to lean down a bit for you, letting you dry his hair for him.
“As much as I wanna stay, it’s getting late. I want to ask you so much and listen to you talk but I think I have to get home. I’m so glad I met you tonight though..” You couldn’t hold back your smile as he made eye contact with you.
“Me too and I’ll call you so we can hang out again.”
Slowly you pulled the towel off of him, handing back his jacket for good this time. Clutching the strap to your purse you, you nervously kicked your feet around. You really didn’t want to leave but as it was a Sunday night you knew you had to get to work the next day and this whole thing is going to have to take time no matter how much you wanted to invest in getting to know him. You felt yourself blushing, thinking about everything you wanted to do.
“Thanks for tonight, good night, Jungkook.”
“I had fun too, Goodnight, Y/N.” He waved before watching you leave out of the store to catch a cab home.
He knew things would be different with you but he meant it when he said he was ready to getting to know you and start over.
Alex: Oh, it totally does. We can’t do romantic things. We could, but it wouldn’t go over very well, and it’s not what we would do anyway. So, yeah, there’s definitely limitation, but I strongly disagree when people say that limitation is a disadvantage. Because what it’s done for us – we had to think more. We don’t have the comfort to just say: Oh, we’ll do another romantic program this year, we’ll look like we’re in love this year again.
Just because that is one way of portraying emotion, a story, doesn’t mean it’s the only way. Like, you know, if you oughta ask anyone what their favorite type of movie was – and I’m making a kind of metaphor between movies and figure skating –, no one wants to see a romantic movie every single time they go to a movie theatre. Maybe they want comedy, maybe they want something more biographical. You look at something like in the US – the Academy Awards – they are comparing different things. And they are trying to decide what is the most impactful, the most meaningful. And it’s subjective – just like figure skating. And so our I guess restriction… [to Maia] And you have the quote that you really like, right?
Maia: Yeah. “Out of limitation comes creativity”. And the way that I see that, maybe there’s certain things that we’re not doing, like other teams, but it has pushed us. It’s had us go reach outside the sport. We’re not just using music that’s been used for years and years.
Terry had always had trouble finding dates. He couldn’t tell why that was; he thought he was decent-looking, nice, and he wasn’t on anybody’s bad side. Also, for whatever reason, every girl he went on a date with never wanted to take things beyond a nice dinner or a one-night stand. Right now, he had a crush on his co-worker Sarah. He hoped that a real relationship could spawn between them. He walked up to her right after their shifts were over.
“Hey, um, Sarah,” Terry said nervously, “do you want to, uh… Go on a date sometime?”
Sarah looked up at him with the warm, pale blue eyes that Terry loved so much. “Yeah, sure!” Sarah said sunnily. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”
“Great! So… How about I pick you up at 7:30 on Saturday?”
Terry drove Sarah and himself to Niccolo’s, the best restaurant in town. After some great food and nervous flirting, Terry goes to the men’s room to boost his self-confidence so he won’t trip up and ruin everything.
“Alright, Terry, you’re cool, she’s cool, you can do this,” Terry pops a mint from his pocket into his mouth and proceeds to head toward the door, but Sarah walks in before he can leave.
“Terry… I’ve been getting so lonely out there without you,” Sarah says seductively, “so I thought I’d come in here for a little alone time.” Sarah locks the bathroom door.
“Sarah, you seem a little different,” Terry said with fear in his voice. “You didn’t drink too much, did you?”
Sarah doesn’t give an answer and continues walking up to him. She presses her chest against his and brushes her leg on his side as she goes in for a kiss. Terry’s eyes become wide with surprise. Sarah’s eyes open as she pulls back from the kiss and Terry notices that her eyes have become a bright green.
“D-do your eyes change color?” Terry asks.
Sarah takes a step back and furrows her brow. “Confuto!” She screams. Terry freezes in place against the wall.
“There’s no real point in hiding anything from you now,” Sarah says maliciously, “considering that you won’t remember this in a couple minutes. I am not Sarah; I am Claire, a witch’s ghost. I possessed Sarah a few months ago after she summoned me while trying to contact her dead aunt. She still doesn’t know that I’ve possessed her, but that’s not important for right now.”
Claire pulls a gold locket from her cleavage and opens it up to reveal a blue gem inside. She spouts an incantation: “Veneriis Lascivum Stultum!” A pink light begins to envelop Terry.
Terry, still unable to move, feels his bones and organs contort as he shrinks about 7 inches, going from a respectable 5′11″ to a petite 5′4″. In fact, just about everything becomes smaller: his face, his nose, his arms, his stomach, and, most surprisingly, his penis and testicles. They shrink more than his other body parts, retracting into his body. Then, in their place, a new moist vagina appears, and his male sex organs morph into female sex organs.
No! Why is she turning me into a woman?!? Terry thinks, unable to speak. His, or more appropriately, her body and face hair soon removes itself from her body, leaving her skin as smooth as can be. Her eyebrows thin out and her lashes grow into large, fake ones. Her hands shrink and the nails grow out with white nail polish already applied. Her short brown hair darkens and grows out into a shoulder-length black mane. For her final physical change, her chest bursts out into what seems like G-cup breasts. Her black suit then changes into a skimpy white dress, her dress shoes become 4-inch beige heels, and her underwear turns into a pair of frilly pink panties. The pink light starts to dissipate as she starts to regain mobility. She focuses her gaze at Claire in rage.
“You bitch! I’ll… I’ll…” Terry, or rather, Terra shouts as her mind begins to slip. Terry’s life is hidden away in her brain, and the life of Terra the nympho bimbo takes center-stage. “I’ll… Um… Like, what were we talking about?”
“We were just talking about how we’re gonna go to the club and meet some guys,” Claire replies with a wicked smile.
“Oh yeah,” Terra says giddily, “we should, like, totally do that! Oh, but first, I, like, totally have to put my makeup on.”
Terra wakes up the next morning in the bed of the guy she just slept with. She thinks his name is Chad… Or was it Connor? Whatever. She just knows he had, like, a HUGE cock and they had totally awesome sex last night! Terra cups her breasts.
I, like, love my boobies.” Terra moans, her mind wandering into space. “Ooh! I should totally go see Claire and tell her about last night! *Giggle* It was, like, the best sex I’ve ever had! She’ll totally love hearing about it! But first… *Giggle*” Terra pulls down her panties and puts her left hand on her vagina, rubbing it as she thinks about Chris’s giant cock.
Outside the room, Claire can hear Terra giggling like the girly slut she is as she masturbates. Claire lets out a chuckle.
“Six down, nine to go,” Claire says as she leaves the man’s apartment.
Not gonna lie, Poly!McHanzo is my jam now too. How about the boys show up to the reader's workplace to surprise reader and they notice the reader is getting harassed. How it ends is so up to you. ^_^ Thanks love!
“Are those roses?” Hanzo Shimada said as he walked alongside his boyfriend, Jesse McCree. The two were holding hands, and in Jesse’s other was a beautiful bouquet of white roses in pink wrap with a bow. Hanzo held a box of chocolates.
The two had decided to stop by and pick you up from work, and wanted to give you a surprise of flowers and chocolates. Between them both, they loved to spoil you, though Hanzo always managed to come up with clever arguments as to why it is not ‘spoiling’.
Giving his boyfriend a lopsided grin, he winked. “Sure is, darlin’. Wish I’d bought you some?” he asked playfully.
Letting out a long sigh, Hanzo gave him a sideways glance. “You know she loves white lilies and red tulips the best, right?” Hanzo said. “I mentioned that when we split up to grab these.”
After a moment, Jesse’s face went from overjoyed to panicked. “Shit! You did-these just looked really pretty and I thought they suited you both and I totally forgot-oh god, do we have time to go back-” Jesse babbled, wanting your surprise to be perfect.
“Jesse,” Hanzo said gently, tugging him closer and leaning in to kiss his cheek, which shut Jesse up immediately. “She will love them anyway, because you chose them.” Then Hanzo smiled reassuringly as the two came up to a café that you worked at.
Nodding after a second, Jesse led Hanzo into the café. It was cute, and had opened up earlier that year. Both scanned the room, and Hanzo smiled when he saw you. Taking a step, he stopped and his expression darkened when he saw the uncomfortable look on your face as you spoke quietly with a customer.
The customer was a bit older, and looked like a sleaze ball, greasy hair a mess and his lips curled into an appreciative smile as he spoke to you.
When you started to walk off, the man stood and started to follow you. The man reached for your wrist, sounding annoyed that you were no longer acknowledging him. It was like Hanzo moved on his own.
Suddenly a warm arm pulled you against his side, and you found yourself tucked against Hanzo. His hand was gentle in your hair, holding your head to his shoulder and blocking your view of the man behind you, but you could feel the loud beating of his heart and knew it was rage.
“Sorry, sir, but it almost looked like you were going to touch our girl here,” You heard Jesse’s voice, and it was deceitfully soft, but you could hear the storm behind the calm.
Managing to turn your head to peek behind you, you saw Jesse there, his cigar in one hand and the other was gripping the man’s outstretched wrist in what looked like tight vise.
“L-Let go!” The man said, struggling and after a moment, Jesse let go. The man fell backwards so hard that he toppled to the floor, and tried inching back as Jesse slowly walked over, the spurs on the heel of his boots jingling.
Taking his lighter out, Jesse lit his cigar, before taking a puff and letting the smoke blow out. “See, sir, this young lady is our girlfriend. And we don’t really tolerate anyone touching our darlin’, y’see?” McCree said around the cigar and he crouched so the two of them were face to face.
“Jesse,” Hanzo’s voice was cold, so icy it sent a chill down your back. “It’s time to go home. Cat’s should not play with their food.”
For a moment you didn’t understand, until you saw Jesse tilt his head back to glance at you. In the light, his gaze was like that of a predator stalking its prey, playing with it before the kill. After a moment he shrugged.
“If you say so, pumpkin,” Jesse said, as the man started to crawl away. But he froze when Jesse looked back down at him. “I’d say it was a pleasure meeting you but it really wasn’t.”
With that, Jesse punched the man hard. Falling back, the mans head rolled on the floor, his eyes closed and blood on his lips. Jesse hadn’t hesitated to use his metal arm too. Others had seen everything and were all talking loudly or running out the door or were on the phone.
Ignoring the unconscious man, Jesse stood up and turned, walking over despite the commotion. You stared in disbelief, lifting your head from Hanzo’s shoulder when his arm moved to your waist instead.
At the counter was your boss and the cashier, staring at you. The manager looked really angry, you thought, and offered an apologetic smile, unsure how to explain or apologize.
Long story short, you ended up fired from your new job. This was the third time in the last year and a half, and honestly…each time you were fired it was usually because of Hanzo and McCree. It wasn’t like they intended it… but the men were over protective and Jesse had this child-like curiosity that had once led her to being fired because he broke a work machine he’d thought he’d known how to use.
On the way home, you walked with the roses in your arm, Jesse fidgeted with his hat on his head. “Did I mention I’m sorry?” he said again, for the seventh time already, looked chagrined. “I didn’t mean to get you fired. I just…I couldn’t stand how he was treating you.”
Shaking your head, your squeezed his hand that you held gently. “All well. I’m getting used to it,” you said with a wink at him. You couldn’t be too angry, but only because Jesse had been so apologetic (to you only) afterwards.
“I am glad he did,” Hanzo said and he walked with his hands in his pockets, watching ahead. “No man should simply lay his hands on a woman without permission. He deserved it.”
Watching him, after a moment you managed to slide your arm through his, the one holding the roses. “Thank you for wanting to protect me,” you said gently to Hanzo, then looked between them. “Thank you both.”
Both gave you small smiles and walked you home to spend the rest of the evening together.
You were laying in your large, soft bed. The black sheets around you were silky and kept you comfortably warm. You buried your head into the fluffy pillow in attempt to fall back asleep, but you couldn’t.
Suddenly, you threw back the covers and ran across the room as fast as you could. You darted into the bathroom and held your head over the toilet, releasing vile liquids. You wiped your mouth and flushed.
You then fell against the cold tile floor. Your head was throbbing and your skin felt incredibly hot. You groaned and closed your eyes, waiting for the tile to cool you off a bit.
“Y/n? Oh god, are you okay?” You heard Dean ask frantically.
You put your hand up in attempt to shoo him off, but you felt too weak to force him away.
“I’m fine. Just go, please,” You mumbled, keeping your head against the floor.
At that moment, the same feeling rushed through your body. You quickly jumped up and held your head over the toilet once again. Dean pulled back your hair and held it back. You pushed him away.
“Stop. Go away. I don’t want you seeing me like this,” You muttered, slapping away his hand every time he tried to touch you.
“Baby, I’m not leaving you. You need me here.” He replied.
You groaned and rested your face on the rim of the toilet seat. You mentally cursed him for being such a good boyfriend.
He grabbed you hair once again, moving it to the side. He then sat behind you, pulling you into his lap gently. He traced small circles on to your arms with his thumb. You let out a sigh before leaning back into him slightly.
He began leaving delicate kisses up and down your spine. You wanted to yell at him. Tell him to leave while you have a little bit of dignity, but you couldn’t. He quickly hummed a few songs, starting with your favorite Foreigner song.
“Dean?” You heard Cass’ familiar voice call from the other side of the room. “Dean, are you- oh. wait. Are you two dating?”
You both quickly turned towards him, but neither of you moved too far away from each other.
“No, Cass. She’s just sick. That’s all,” Dean quickly answered.
You and Dean hadn’t told anyone that you were together. You didn’t want it affecting the job at all.
“I feel better now, Dean. Thank you for holding my hair,” You stated professionally.
He nodded and stood up off of the ground. He gave a small nod at Castiel before awkwardly leaving the room. Cass’ face seemed stressed, even more so than usual. You stood up and walked over to the bed laying down once again.
Castiel made his way over to the bed and sat down on the foot of it. He leaned closer to you and pressed his fingers against your temple, causing the feeling of nausea to quickly vanish. You smiled and thanked him politely.
“So is it his?” Castiel asked, awkwardly.
You furrowed your face in confusion. “What are you talking about, Cass?”
His eyes went wide and he began stuttering unknown words that didn’t make any sense.
“Cass!” You yelled, forcing him back into reality.
“You don’t know?” He asked, with a worried expression.
You slowly shook your head, nervous for his response. He looked down at his hands and fiddled with his thumbs.
“Um, it’s a girl, y/n,” He stated simply before standing up and starting to walk away.
You gasped, unable to come up with any words. A thousand thoughts faced through your mind, but they all were very similar. You and Dean were having a daughter together.
Cass looked like he was about to say something, but he stopped and vanished from the room.
“Dean!” You yelled as you sat up in bed.
He quickly sprinted into the room and sat down next to you. He quickly looked you over, seeing if you were okay. You started breathing heavily and darting your eyes from side to side.
“I… We… I… oh my god.” You started, unable to say anything.
“Y/n, what happened? Baby, tell me. Are you okay?” He demanded, worry staining his face.
You closed your eyes and fell back into the bed. You searched Dean’s face for any reaction, but he was completely vacant. Then, a smile slowly crept across his face.
“We’re having a baby?” He asked, tears were threatening to fall down his cheeks.
“A girl…” You added.
He chuckled slightly, a wide smile plastered across his face.
“Baby, oh gosh, this is amazing. I mean, we can totally do this. I can show her all my records and she can have my old guns and oh god, I’m going to have to teach her how to drive baby and-”
“Dean!” You yelled cutting him off.
“Let’s deal with the fact that she’s not even born yet and we have to tell Sam and oh my god, she cannot hunt, Dean. I won’t let her.”
Dean’s smile faded slightly, but he still looked happy.
“We’ll never let her lead this life, y/n. We’ll protect her and make sure she’s just as normal as every other kid.”
You smiled and wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck, pulling him into a hug. He pulled back slightly and placed his hand on your stomach.
“Hey, baby girl. Mommy and I love you already.” He whispered, looking up at you and smiling, then staring back down at your stomach with a loving smile.
A/N: I’ll start posting each day once I get that WONDERFUL drawing tablet! It’s around the corner! Don’t worry. But today I was sitting at my laptop and thought: “How would the Black Hat Inc. members react to a newcomer to the business? These are just some headcanons, but if this takes off I just might think about creating an x reader fic for it..? Probably not on tumblr, but maybe Wattpad. Anyway, ENJOY! Toodles!
- He was probably the one who ordered you to join the company anyway (which most likely means he liked you enough in SOME way to bring you on the team).
- He will be the one to show you around, and introduce you to all his evil memorabilia. And of course, he’s going to show you, and take credit for all the glorious evil inventions (in which Dr. Flug created).
- Hm, we must find you something more EVIL asap! (Clothing. He’s gonna want you to look like Dracula goddamnit!)
- Show me how evil you can be.. NOW GET TO WORK!
- He will most definitely show you the lab, and introduce you to all the equipment! (also to show you the chemicals you can and cannot touch)
- He’s so happy to have you here!! It’s someone to talk to that’s not a bear, a psycho, or his boss.
- He’s gonna make sure to inform you on everything you need to know about everyone (especially the boss) because he only hopes for the best for you!
- Someone new? Wow! You look nice! Lots of hugs and comforting.
- Hey wanna bake some cupcakes together? I sure do!
- 5.0.5 is gonna do their best to make sure you feel comfortable in your new home! If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, look no further. 5.0.5 is always open for cuddles.
- Demencia is going to literally attack you with questions. She’s so curious as to who you are!
- Come check out my SICK setup! Oh, by the way, do you play any instruments? WE COULD TOTALLY BE A BAND!!
- She’s probably gonna want to play something on her guitar for you, I mean c'mon.
- She’s so full of energy and curiosity, she’s probably gonna bug you until Black Hat comes along and takes you away for something important.