#never gets boring bc you always have things to work for and missions to complete and the worlds are randomly generated

[malaroane]

if u like l4d you should play drg its like l4d but endlessly fun

[thegeminisage]

ok it's star trek update time. once again. i've fallen behind 💀 tuesday we did voy's "the cloud" and "phage" (out of order bc plex numbered them incorrectly/user error), wednesday we did ds9's "dentiny" and voy's "eye of the needle," and last night we watched ds9's "prohphet motive" and voy's "ex post facto."

the cloud (voy):

man this one sucked ass

well, i did like janeway's personal log. i love women getting to have the same normal problems a man would. i like janeway a lot, even if she still feels a bit stiff to me sometimes

actually, WAIT, why is the academy TEACHING captains they need to maintain a certain distance? like sure yes it's a bad idea to fuck your subordinates (even though picard said there was NO?? regulation on that...) but surely you're supposed to like. care about them. between this and deanna winning the kobayashi maru by killing geordi i'm starting to wonder if starfleet expects captains to simply not CARE about people. there's something larger at work in my brain re: this thought, like, kirk was always going on missions himself to protect people despite that putting him greater danger, and now they don't want captains to leave the chair or care about people...hell universe. and since picard never left the chair or cared about anyone it may have made for good policy but it made for BAD tv

ANYWAY.

accidentally got spoiled for neelix being the cook bc of reverse ep order lol

tom paris once again insufferable bc he's like dont invite the captain to poker night or whatever. for a rebellious felon he's really toeing that starfleet line. also, the LAST thing in the world i want is more holodeck but ESPECIALLY if i have to watch tom paris make out with realfake holo women on it. HOLO PEOPLE ARE ALIVE YOU FOOLS

i thought this episode was gonna be about coffee and it wasn't :( it was just a few jokes here and there

the nebula plot was stupid. you ram a hole in it and you're gonna fix it by ramming more holes? neelix is the only mfer that gets it. that said, i DO support women's rights to ram ill-advised things through holes - whenever, however, and as often as they like.

chakotay teaching janeway to find her animal guide (complete with the medicine bundle...) being played TOTALLY straight and serious just about ended me. like i knew they werent gonna be like "haha just kidding you are a REALLY gullible white person" at the end but watching them not do that was really really awful

harry kim just casually dropping he remembers being in the womb. alright.

janeway muting the doc when he is trying to speak :( holo-racist

i do like that firstly harry was like fuck tom paris im inviting janeway and secondly that she can play pool really well. those were nice touches. the non-racist janeway stuff was good! i just wish the rest of the episode had been good too lol

phage (voy):

i liked this one MUCH better. first of all, neelix in the cave about to get his lungs stolen very "mistew obama pwease hewp me" core. then perish. rip in pieces poor neelix :(

secondly, what an interesting ethical dilemma...can you kill a person to save a person? not in starfleet ig but if i was janeway i would have been real tempted. neelix is great

kes giving up one of her lungs to neelix was so sweet, actually. kes has grown on me a HUGE amount in a very very short time. i absolutely love her kindness, which was boring at first because i didn't really feel like she was being kind in a way that stood out from any run of the mill compassionate character. but her scenes with the doctor bring out the best in both of them, i think - like, he kicks her out initially, and then asks her to stay because he's in over his head. and rather than dismissing him she stays and asks if he wants to unionize. the fact that she's DETERMINED to treat him as a fully realized person when he doesn't even treat himself that way...she recognizes unmet needs and works to fix them, just because that's who she is. AUGH she's such a good personnn she;s gonna make a GREAT doctor

lung stealing aliens are way cooler than the slaver aliens even if they are horrible to look at. i LOVE how mad janeway got at them. she was like if i EVER see you again its on sight and i believe her. and she scared them so good they fixed neelix <3 kinda goes to show compassion wins...and that kind of compassion/adherence to morals in the face of personal loss and righteous anger IS a kirk move honorific. and winning because of those qualities is a kirk move. ugh i like janeway so much

"one day i'll surprise you mister tuvok" i love them. wah. tuvok reminds me SO much of spock...he's got that eyebrow thing happening

also, neelix getting his lungs removed totally makes this the spiritual sequel to spock's brain

destiny (ds9):

the whole time i was watching this i felt like sokka in that one atla episode. "can your science prove why it rains" core. like just because there are three cardassians and some river went somewhere...it's especially galling to me that kira buys into it completely. i always forget she's religious, and she's so SMART i didn't think she'd get caught up in the prophecy of it all.

recited the 35th rule of acquisition alongside quark which felt. bad. i still haven't forgiven him but i'm trying

cardassian lady accidentally flirting with obrien was EXTREMELY funny. that's twice now he's banged his head on the ceiling and it's incredibly charming

kira and sisko being buddies 🥺 kira like it's had to work for space jesus!!! so true girl. though she literally was sleeping with a space priest. their bits were sooo good though, you can FEEL how much he doesn't want the enormity of his role, and how much kira believes in him - and i personally get the sense it's because she's SEEN him work. like she believes in him on a professional level, as well, because he ALWAYS has her back. man i would totally believe he was space jesus too who can blame her he's amazing

i did at least like the rational explanation for the prophecies- that nonlinear aliens simply just tell people things. i do wonder why they can't just knock on the wormhole and ask those guys some questions, though

anyway, firmly mid. normally i love kira-heavy episodes but i just had such a hard time not going full sokka in this one. sorry, kira!

eye of the needle (voy):

THIS ONE BLEW MY TITS CLEAN OFF!! best voyager episode yet imho

firstly we are still sending things through holes. fantastic.

also, kes went from "eh she is boring" to "i would die for her" at warp speed......her scenes with the doctor are all SO good. kes recognizing his humanity when most people in starfleet don't know holograms are alive/don't care that holograms are alive, when HE HIMSELF does not think of himself as being alive...mwah. david cage wishes. it feels like an inverse of the data situation, because data WANTED to be alive but struggled to fit in with humanity, whereas the doctor didn't give two shits about being treated like a real person until kes started talking to him about it, and would in fact fit in effortlessly with "real people" were he not confined to the medbay.

and the doctor's bitterness! no one speaks directly to him despite asking him to function as an entire medical staff. no one remembers to turn him off, leaving him to suffer through hours of boredom, or people turn him off when he isn't ready, leading to problems with his experiments. and the existential dread of being abandoned on the ship alone while everyone else potentially transports home through the wormhole...and someone potentially forgetting to deactivate him first.

i really like how janeway reacted to the news that the doctor might be alive. she was like "girl no way" and then kes was like "yes way" and she decided to investigate herself rather than be dismissive about it. she was very good in this episode overall but i like that she showed compassion to someone/something she wasn't even sure was alive. it was very siskocore of her.

and finally...that sweet a-plot. letswatchstartrek, my least favorite website that is absolute essential to my functioning, GAVE THIS A TWO. because "well it's season 1 we all know they aren't getting home this episode." those fucking idiots, that's WHY this episode is good!! it's about hope. do they understand nothing

like, everyone trying SO HARD to curb their expectations at first because the wormhole is so small and so decayed and the absolute MOST they can hope for is to get a message through...the agony of the wormhole going back to where they need to be but them not being able to get through and the only person picking up the phone being a FUCKING romulan who think they're prank calling him

and the way that like this predicament utterly humanizes everyone involved. janeway answering the phone in her nightgown. asking about this romulan's family. the barriers between starfleet and romulus breaks down instantly under the shared connection of being adrift without one's family. what a perfect illustration of the compassion one can have for strangers because deep down even aliens are made of the same stuff as we are.

and then of course by the end janeway is like it doesn't matter! secrecy doesn't matter! let's have hope for a minute let's believe this will work! and then IT DOESN'T WORK. or, actually, what's worse is that it could work, they could theoretically go back to the alpha quadrant 20 years ago, but it will fuck everything up if they do, and they can't even prevent themselves from getting stuck out here. all they can do is send the romulan home with their messages and then..........

............have no idea if he found a way to send them before he died ahead of schedule. like. ALL THEY HAVE IS HOPE. like of COURSE you know theyre not gonna get home in season 1 but THAT IS WHAT MAKES IT INSANE.

also, hi, b'elanna not having anyone at home who cares if she lives or dies...this retroactively makes chakotay's protectiveness of her so much more meaningful. everyone who loves her is already on this ship :( aaaagggh

prophet motive (ds9):

god this one sucked so bad. rare L for ds9 and a major one at that

i spent most of it googling whether or not people actually liked the ferengi episodes (to my dismey: yes, people on reddit think they're funny), but i also spent some time googling how many more episodes we had to suffer through this grand nagus bullshit (4) and getting my little guys stolen on chess.

i have been wanting to see the wormhole aliens again FOREVER and wondered why you can't just go and talk to them and then they show up in this of all places...they so nicely let people go through their wormhole and then this dude disrespectfully bothers them...

also, to SELL an orb back to the bajorans...i hope he dies. i hope kira specifically kills him and loots the orb off his corpse.

the only two moments of note in this episode were 1. quark talking ancient unknowable aliens into letting him and the nagus leave unscathed through a combination of fast thinking and being annoying, which would be charming were i not in such dire anti-quark straits 2. rom robbing the nagus blind LMAOOO good for him. i hope he shared exactly zero of it with quark

on a final note, the space station, unlike tng's enterprise, does NOT seem to be self-cleaning. thank god for that.

EDIT I NEARLY FORGOT JULIAN BASHIR B PLOT!!!!! he wanted to win so bad even though he knew there wasnt a chance 🥺 my poor HORRIBLY competitive fella. and then it was three days of marinating in the fact that he was never gonna win

also odo cold reading him about the acceptance speech lmfao. love that

ex post facto (voy):

i would have liked this episode a LOT if it had happened to anyone but tom paris. imagine if a guy you liked had special brain torture every 14 hours even though he was totally innocent and only a mind meld from tuvok could save him. like, picture almost any other trek character in this situation. bashir. riker. even bones. any of them could maybe perhaps do a little kissing of a married woman and get themselves into trouble and it would be one of my favorite episodes of all time. even the plot twist of WHY he was falsely accused was fun and clever. unfortunately, i simply cannot bring myself to care about tom paris.

tuvok my best friend tuvok. he DID HIS HOMEWORK! the eyebrow movements, the way he did the mind meld from the same position that spock melded with dr van gelder in dagger of the mind my beloved. all these things are unmistakably vulcan because leonard nimoy did them first and SPOCK is unmistakably vulcan, despite all his lifelong insecurities. now that i've met other vulcans properly i know that better than ever and i wish he could too.

ALSO, HI, MARRIED 67 YEARS??? lowkey sad he and janeway can't get it now but also, do we think he has BABIES? do we think he has GRANDBABIES?? grandpa tuvok my best friend AAAGHGH. also, since this series is 7 years long and also because of a spoilery gifset EYE happen to know pon farr is inevitable. but i bet his wife had to fix it herself back home too so ik she will forgive him

anyway, if i was innocent, there's no one i'd rather have on my side than tuvok. he went above and beyond the call of duty there. i was really surprised he powered through the meld and experienced being murdered so well. i mean he took that like a champ. that's on vulcan stoicism...also AUGH janeway INSISTING he not do that bc she knows it will be horrible and the long time she spent searching his face before finally agreeing to it. i would never want him to cheat on his wife but they could also theoretically hypothetically get it.

and finally, CUTEST dog in the world this episode. it's so odd looking it does such a great job at jumping around everywhere

TONIGHT: ds9's "visionary" and voy's "emanations"

[practically-an-x-man]

✂️🎉🌘📿💼 for Eris, Ophelia, and Jasper?

Thank you!!

Thematic Headcanons

hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

Eris: Really doesn't care about style when it comes to their hair, and usually just chops at it until it's out of his face

Ophelia: If there's one routine she's good at sticking with, it's taking care of her hair - she's had the same routine to take care of her curls since she was a kid. The only time she misses wash day is when she's too injured/exhausted to get out of bed.

Jasper: Hasn't been to a salon in years - all it takes is electric clippers and some cheap box-dye and they're set.

hc + 🎉 for a celebration-themed headcanon

Eris: Actually really enjoys introducing Rick (and sometimes other members of the Squad) to some of the holidays he used to celebrate. It's one of the rare times people will see her genuinely excited and happy in a non-battle setting.

Ophelia: Stopped celebrating her birthday when she got to college (it just got sad, when she didn't have anyone to celebrate with), and sometimes got so busy that she completely missed her own birthday because there was nothing that separated it from the other days.

Jasper: Is the type to be super into Halloween - always has a killer costume when they have time to prepare it, and usually goes to a viewing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show with Kyle and/or a couple friends.

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

Eris: Rarely sleeps while out on missions - they'll stay awake through the night and act as a sentry against threats, while the human members of their party rest

Ophelia: Tends to do some of her best work between 10 PM and midnight

Jasper: Because they grew up out by the swamps, they struggle to sleep without the ambient sound of frogs and crickets and other nighttime creatures. The white noise from the city is still better than total silence, but it's not the same.

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

Eris: Claims not to believe in any sort of higher power, but Rick has caught them mumbling to themself in an ancient language when they're caught in a particularly dangerous situation. He's not sure whether it's Greek or something even older than that, but it sure sounds like a prayer.

Ophelia: Tends to subscribe to a more modern view of Judaism (doesn't observe the Shabbat bc her life revolves too heavily around technology, and doesn't believe tattoos should count as "self-mutilation"), but never wavered in celebrating the high holidays even during the darker periods of her life. If anything, that resolve in her faith helped her feel a little less lonely, though she wouldn't admit that openly.

Jasper: Is agnostic, and that's largely due to their empathic sense - they don't believe strongly in any god or organized religion, but sometimes the question pops up as to why they have that empathic sense, and they don't really have an explanation for that.

hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon

Eris: Actually has quite a lot of artisan skills that they've developed over the centuries, and sometimes uses that to raise a bit of money in a pinch, but tends to get bored with doing that for more than a few weeks to months at a time.

Ophelia: There's really nothing that could waver her from engineering, and there never was. She dove into it during high school, knew exactly where she wanted to study, worked hard in college, and never once wavered. It's a good thing that worked out for her, because she did not have a backup plan.

Jasper: Money was about the only thing keeping them from becoming a doctor or surgeon - they knew they wanted to go into medicine, but chose nursing because they couldn't afford the time or financial commitment of becoming an M.D. with residency

[talaok]

hi bestie, hope you’re doing good <3 can i request something please? hear me out on this one aaaa

pedro and actress!reader are co-stars and there’s a pool table around one of their sets, she mentioned that she doesn’t know how to play pool and he gladly makes it his mission to teach her how to play pool and she’s frustrated because he smells so good and he keeps whispering praises into her ear while he has her bent over the table LWIDJFNRNRMD and then they end up fucking back in her room hehe

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: a hot pool lesson with Pedro

Warnings: a bunch of shameless flirting, tension, dirty talk, and an obscene amount of pet-names, but no smut bc for some reason I've found I don't want to write smut for Pedro

a/n: girl...that's so fucking hot

"what!?" 

you laughed softly "I'm sorry alright, I've just never played!"

"not even once?"

"nope"

"what do you do when you go to a bar?"

"I drink?" 

He huffs a laugh "that's unbelievable"

"Maybe it's more a thing of your generation..." you teased, cocking a brow.

"oh yeah? You're saying I know how to play pool just 'cause I'm old, sweetheart?"

You bit down a grin "I didn't say anything, it was all you"

"mh-mh" he hummed amusedly, taking a step to get in front of you.

His broad figure towered over you completely.

"Well I won't have any of that, a pretty lady like you needs to know how to play"

"is that right?" you smiled

"Absolutely" he nodded, a smug smirk tugging at his lips "and you're in luck... I happen to be a very good teacher"

You laughed softy "I would have betted you were. You have a lot of expertise?" you said, fully aware of the suggestive undertone of your words. 

He bit his lower lip, his eyes boring into yours "I sure do, sugar" 

You had played with fire and now your cheeks regretted it, as a pink tint flowed to them.

"so what do you say we get a drink somewhere and I teach you a thing or two when we're done here?"

"I'd like that" you nodded a shy smile on your lips.

"It's decided then" he winked, as someone called for him " you better start getting your face game on sweetheart"

__ __ __

With a quick call, you found out the bar just in front of your hotel had a pool table, so as you had decided, once you had both finished for the day, at around six, you made your way there.

You felt a slight buzz of anxiety the whole day. This wasn't the first time you hung out alone, and it's not like you didn't like it, or him, hell, that was probably the problem, you liked this idea a bit too much, and were concerned with the possible consequences of what precisely that excitement could have brought.

But still, as you sipped on your wine, watching him set up all you needed to play, you had never felt so at ease.

He was always able to do that, just his presence soothed you.

"Alright," he said, standing up after having racked up the balls with a triangle thingy "We're set up," he said, handing you your stick.

"alright then professor, how does this work?" you asked playfully, causing him to grin.

"ok so first of all one of us has to break"

you frowned, confused "as in..."

"right" he smiled "The break it's the first shot, if you make a ball into a pocket, you claim that type for the rest of the game"

"ok" you nodded, feigning confidence. You already knew you were gonna be shit at this.

"You wanna try to break?" he asked, 

"Uhm, sure, but I think first you gotta tell me how to use this thing" you laughed softly, eyeing the wooden stick in your hand.

"Ok, first of all, that thing is called a cue," he said "and don't worry I'll guide you through it, sugar" he reassured you.

"Alright," you spoke softly "so what do I do?"

"ok, so first of all you bend over the table," he said, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"you're not even gonna buy me dinner first?" you joked, doing what he had instructed.

You heard the warm sound of his deep chuckle behind you "You have a dirty mind sweetheart" he shook his head, coming to stand behind you as you bent over. 

"ok, now try to aim for the center of the triangle with your cue"

"you tried but you quickly came to a realization "Pedro I have no idea how to hold this" You smiled

"that's not so bad" he spoke, eyeing your grip, "but here," he said, one of his hands guiding your fingers around the stick "that's better, you have to hold on to it tightly ok?" he said, and you nodded "while for this hand..." he trailed off, taking your left hand in his and positioning it how you were supposed to on the table "you have to hold it like this so that you can aim " he murmured.

His whole body was pressed against yours, his scent was intoxicating if not poisoning, and you could feel the warmth of his body as it followed the shape of yours.

Your heart started beating faster, and you had to bite your lip

“Try making a shot” he murmured again

“O-ok” you stuttered, mainly focusing on not moving any part of your body because that would have meant doing so against his.

You tried taking a shot, and as you could have probably predicted, failed miserably.

The ball didn’t even graze the other ones.

You laughed softly “shit”

He chuckled, the soft vibrations of his voice traveling straight to your ear “Don’t beat yourself up, it's your first time after all” he spoke, retrieving the ball before getting back to his previous position, his body and arms stretched out to guide yours.

God, was he distracting.

"ok now try again" he whispered gently, his hands leaving yours temporarily to move some hair out of your face. You blushed as your breathing quickened "You can do it sugar, try taking a deep breath"

That's easier said than done.

You tried nonetheless, attempting to clear your mind and trying again.

"that's it," Pedro smiled "That's a good girl"

fuckshitfuck

As embarrassing as it sounds, you could feel your panties grow wetter.

But I mean, did he have to whisper that into your ear? Not that you were complaining it's just... you weren't much of a fan of having all the oxygen taken out of your body with just two words.

He must have noticed something was wrong because he asked "You ok, sweetheart?"

"y-yeah, sorry" you smiled your tension away "So what happens now?"

he leaned up and took a step away from you, retrieving his own cue.

"now since you claimed the stripes balls," he said, taking the one you had made into a pocket out "I'm gonna play to make the other ones"

"ok" You nodded, "show me how it's done then, professor"

He analyzed the table before positioning himself to make a shot.

He glanced at you as he was in position "Ready?" he asked

"oh I'm ready" you teased.

He made the shot and made two balls like it was nothing.

"show-off" you joked, your lips pulling into a smile "So what now? You go again?"

He raised himself, his eyes locked on yours "Usually yes, but I want to help you out here, so why don't you go again?"

"fine, but not because I need your help" you clarified, deciding on what ball to aim to and bending down in position.

"you're already better" he spoke, his voice suddenly deeper as he got behind you once again, this time his hands finding your waist.

You had to hold your breath.

"c'mon, sweetheart, show me what you've learned" 

"is my grip right?" you asked, half (actually fully) hoping he would get closer to you.

"let's see" he granted your wish, bending down to you "That's really good sugar, you're a natural"

"you're just saying that" you chuckled

"no, you're real good at this," he said "Now try again, c'mon"

You set your fingers how he'd taught you and were rewarded with a sultry "That's it, sweetheart, that's perfect"

His breath was fanning over your neck but you somehow managed to make the shot.

"atta girl, if you keep going like that you might just beat me" 

"might?" you forced yourself to act as if you weren't about to combust "I don't think there's any doubt I'm gonna do that"

He chuckled, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking your sides "You keep dreaming" he mocked "Now let's see if you can do that again" he challenged.

You turned your head to the side, finding his just inches away.

Once again, your heart took a toll.

Whatever you wanted to say, had flown out of your head.

The only thought in your mind was: God how I want to kiss him.

You had never admitted it, but I guess this was as good a time as any.

"go on angel, show me" he nodded

You obliged, getting back to the game but having to bite your lip to prevent your heavy breathing.

You once again relished the feeling of him so very close to you, and just as you did... an idea came to mind.

So what if I...

As you aimed for a ball, you let your body move with you, more precisely, you let your ass stretch out a bit, casually finding Pedro's crotch.

He cleared his throat, and you bit down a whimper at the feeling.

"sorry" you murmured, pretending to be still focused on the game.

"it's nothing sweetheart" he reassured you, his hands still on you.

"is this good?" you asked innocently as you grinded on him again, nodding to the way you were placing your fingers.

"fuc- Yeah," he said, his voice more strained "Yeah that's perfect sugar, just like that, you're doing really good"

"really?" you asked, moving your ass against him again.

You were determined to break him. And you did.

You had to admit it had been easier than you'd expected.

His hold on your waist got tighter "you might want to stop doing that" he whispered to your ear, spreading goosebumps all over you

"do what?" you asked naively

He chuckled softly

"You're gonna get me in trouble sugar"

"Why is that?" you said, turning to him.

He paused a moment, as if he was pondering if he should have told the truth.

"I wouldn't want to have to fuck you right here on this table" he spoke calmly as if he hadn't just said what he said, "what would all these people think?"

you bit your lip, stifling a whimper "I didn't take you for one to care about that type of thing"

"I'm not, trust me there's nothing I'd like more than to slide your pretty panties to the side and thrust into you right now, but I'm sure a lady like you wouldn't like that"

you smiled "You know me well," you said, leaning closer to him "So what do you say we go back to my hotel room?"

An incredibly wide smile tugged at his lips "I was hoping you would say that"

[seoafin]

Hello!!

I'm back again, also I'm sorry if I ended up clogging up your notifications because I think I just went through your entire 'gojo satoru x reader' tag cuz I'm just so in love with your writing! 💗💗

That one post about Gojou interrupting all your dates, and being completely obnoxious about it was soo funny, pls he's so ridiculous, but also its cute that he panics over just the notion of any man taking reader away from him, its always so funny (and kinda sad asghsiag) to me because Gojou overall is a very intelligent man, but then when it comes to emotions and feelings, he like loses all his brain cells LOL, and can be very round about and avoidant too (at least imo!)

Also that post about Gojou taking reader's v-card was sooo ADALKANGBFD your characterization was so on point because he would be all jokey and lighthearted about it but in the actual moment, he'd be sooo focused on reader's pleasure and also their comfort, and just being all praises and sweet words that are also so filthy that your brain just goes numb, I think just the knowledge of knowing that he is the first one (and hopefully the only one lol) that get's to be the one to see reader unravel and become undone like this just itches a certain itch in his heart, I'm so sure that after this he would become even more touchy and insatiable for reader's touch and attention, and affection, he'd be more possessive too, he makes me so *sighs dreamily* 🥺

Ahh also that wet shirt drabble(?) was soo good, and also soo like shoujo-esque (if I may makeup a word lol), but it fits him so well, joking about finding your bra boring, while every nerve in his brain just fuses and his heart is like five seconds away from combusting, and then giving you his jacket (not just to save you from embarrassment, but also cuz no one else can see you like that, and it also makes him so flustered), he's so ASKHSDUIFBHFD

And the breeding kink posts!!!! I'm screaming, pls I love Gojou and breeding kink so much, its so just *screams* (especially during that time of the month my brain is just like *gojou and breeding kink* 24/7 its borderline embarrassing LMAO) I think it just fits him so well, he's so possessive and obsessive, and lovesick, and touch starved (and love starved imo he's a very lonely and sad guy 😭) that there is no way that he doesn't want to have like an army of children with the reader, and I just know he would treat getting the reader pregnant like some life and death mission, he'd be so determined about the whole thing, just round after round until your inside are filled with his cum, and making sure that you don't waste any of his precious cum, he definitely has an app to follow reader's ovulation periods and such, he's so insane and lovesick fr 💗

Also! I thought I'd share some dad gojou fanart that I made the other day 🥺 (altho! no pressure to like or anything, I just though I'd share!) https://ame-791.tumblr.com/post/681386471584858112/ame-791-love-how-generally-most-of-us-believe

Oh! I just saw that tag about Gojou making a pun about fishermen and curse users in the HI arc, and I would love to hear more about it! I never saw it in the translation! (pls I wish the manga was better translated so non-Japanese speakers could better understand the wonderful work that is JJK 😭)

Anyways, sorry this ask got so freakishly long, I just wanted to drop by and tell you that I really appreciate all your Gojou stuff, and I hope that you continue to bless us with your amazing writing!! 🥺💗💗

hiii friend!!!! yes!!! i definitely think gojo short circuits when he gets flustered but manages to play it off bc rip!mc is just oblivious and doesn't really get it. i think gojo's a very introspective character but when it comes actually outwardly expressing his feelings things get lost (and that's being generous he was probably a tsundere in hs and i STAND by that 😭)

gojo would be extra touchy and clingy and kinda unbearable but i think people like him that way lmfao

also im so glad u brought up it being shoujo-esque because I DID intentionally make things shoujo-esque bc the potential is wayyy too underrated i think there should be more shoujo moments. they're highschoolers when else can i make things excruciatingly shoujo-esque!!!

as for the pun it's when gojo's talking geto into staying a little longer (so riko can play) and talks about how there are less 'fishy' (roughly translated??) curse users in okinawa than tokyo. and he makes a pun by combining the word 海人 (uminchu = fisherman) and curse user 呪詛師 (jujoshi) into 呪詛人 (jusonchu) which is basically gojo making a joke abt fisherman and curse users lmao but i guess that wouldn't really make sense translated but they could've just used 'fishy' which is the most straight forward translation you'll get (BUT THEY DIDN'T!!)

[chokemeanakin]

Misunderstandings - Anakin x fem Reader (angst +fluff)

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Thank you for the request @artiza-n ! 💕

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Summary: Anakin and reader get sent to Naboo to guard Padme and Clovis during a debate and some misunderstandings ensue. Mostly jealous angst, some fluff at the end— happy ending bc we all need that right now.

Gif from @swprequels​

“I still don’t understand why they need both of us,” you grumble, rubbing sleep out of your eyes as you walk out of the cruiser. The day is hot on Naboo, but grey and cloudy with a promise of rain later. The humidity makes your skin sticky, worsening your irritation.

“Think of it as a vacation,” Anakin pulls the luggage from the transport cubby, setting it on the ground beside him. “You watch over Clovis, and I’ll handle Padme. It should be a breeze.”

“Exactly. Which is why I don’t understand why they need both of us.”

You had just gotten back from a long and grueling siege on Pontoon, another one of those vast, endless desert planets in the Outer Rims. You’d really much rather be sitting in front of an air cooler right now, resting your tired bones and trying to forget the taste of sand.

“These are two very important Senators, Y/n,” Anakin waved off your attempt to help him with the luggage. “If anything happens to them at this debate, the Senate will lose important advocates for peace and the end of this war.”

You knew this, of course you did. Not that you’d completely agree with his statement-- Clovis always seemed a little shady to you, his morals seemingly scattered all over the place. You guessed that’s why the Council sent you, a simple marksman, to guard Clovis while the beloved freedom-fighter Padme Amidala got the most powerful Jedi to ever exist. 

“Besides,” said Jedi nudged you, lips curling into a teasing smile. “Don’t you want to spend time with me?”

Of course you do. Between the war and separate guild or Council missions you’d both been sent on, neither of you had time to even breathe in the others’ direction for months. The only reason the Council was able to wrangle you onto this cruiser was because Anakin was going to be there. Not that you’d even be able to spend much time with him during the day, although you were aware that you’d be sharing a room in between the Senators you’d be protecting at night…

You and Anakin meet the Senators at the hull of the ship. They walk down the ramp side by side, heads held high and hands clasped in front of them. Their movements are smooth, like they’re gliding on water, and the heat doesn’t seem to bother either of them.

“Master Skywalker. Y/n. Thank you so much for being here, it is so courageous of the both of you to be looking out for us,” Padme stands before you, beautiful as ever in one of her many extravagant, expensive gowns. The headpiece woven through her hair sparkles in the midday light, the warmth of her eyes capturing the rays of the brilliant sun. “However, I must say that I hope your services are not needed. I’d much rather this debate go by smoothly than have any dangerous interruptions.”

“I can assure you, we’ll take care of any problems before they arrive. Leave the dirty work up to us,” Anakin returns her smile, charming as ever. 

Anakin shoots you a glance and then follows her away, carrying multiple bags of luggage in each arm as Padme shows him where to put it. For such a small woman, she seemed to pack heavy. Unfortunately, this leaves you and Clovis to stand alone together, an awkward stillness settling before you.

“Um, Anakin has your luggage,” you yawn into your arm, gesturing to his receding form with the other. “I’m Y/n, and I’ll be your bodyguard for this debate.”

“You?” Clovis doesn’t smile, instead he scans you up and down with hawkish eyes. “You’re such a small thing. What could you possibly be able to do to protect me?”

It’s not said unkindly, but it still irks you. Your eyes narrow and you bite back a nasty retaliation for the sake of diplomacy. “You’ll find I’m pretty good with a blaster. The best, actually, according to the Jedi Council. That’s why they have me work with the Generals in the war.”

“Are you a General yourself?” Clovis begins to walk, heading toward the senate building. You follow at his side.

“Not exactly. They offered me the title, but I declined. I’m more of a freelancer, and once the war ends, I’ll go back to taking odd jobs. Besides, there’s no use in having an army if I don’t know what to do with it.”

“Humble. That’s admirable,” Clovis’s mouth tilts into something of a smile. “I, myself, could never turn down an army. Or the status, for that matter. You could be holding a lot of power if you pushed your way with the Jedi Council, you know.”

“My way?” you questioned. “I just told you, I don’t have a way--”

“And that’s your flaw,” he mused, chin still pointed up, never quite looking at you. “How curious-- your Jedi counterpart seems to have stolen all the ambition.” 

You roll your eyes. You never had a thirst for power, or status, or influence, or any of that. Your power came from behind a blaster, when your focus was trained on a single target and your finger was glued to the trigger. One simple twitch of a muscle, and you could end a life from miles away. That was your power, and it was all you needed.

He is right about Anakin, you have to admit. He was always looking to be better, not just for himself, but for the good of others. You love that about it, in fact it’s one of your favorite qualities about him. Sometimes, though, you wished he could see that he didn’t have to try so hard all the time to believe he was enough.

The blast of cold air that hits you as you enter the senate building wrenches you out of your thoughts. It whisks away the perspiration that had built up on your skin, cooling your body and calming your mood almost magically. The sounds of your collective footsteps tap along the glossy marble floor, echoing throughout the empty chamber.

“Aren’t you going to ask what we’re doing here?” Clovis leans against his podium, marked with a nametag spelling his name. Next to him is your seat, and on Clovis’s other side is Padme, followed by Anakin on the end. A cold dread fills your veins, just now realizing how boring tonight’s debate is going to be.

You sigh inwardly, tracing the engravings of your nametag with the tip of your finger. “My job isn’t to ask questions, it’s to observe.” 

“Well, observe away,” he pushes himself off the podium. “Although I don’t think it will be very entertaining.”

He’s right. You sit in your seat, legs crossed on top of your podium as you inspect your nails. It’s been three hours since you’ve arrived, the sun is setting, and all Clovis has done is stroll around the debate room, muttering to himself and pondering through his position. You’re bored out of your mind. Pulling out your holocom, you wonder if Anakin’s situation is any better.

“Y/n?” he picks up a long moment after you send the call, and his face projects blue before you. It’s loud where he is, and his eyes are looking at something else.

“Where are you?” you question. He sounds like he’s a party, but you know that can’t be true. “Where’s Padme?”

“She’s with me,” Anakin tilts his head, signalling that she’s sitting in front of him. “We’re at a restaurant getting dinner. I was just going to ask-- did you and Clovis go somewhere to eat yet?”

You drop your legs from the podium and lean in close to the com, speaking quiet so Clovis can’t hear. “No, he’s barely said a word to me since we got here. He’s been walking around the debate room all afternoon, just talking to himself.”

“You think he’s nervous for tonight?”

“Maybe,” you spare a glance at him. He’s staring at the domed ceiling, as if he’s counting the pillars coming out of it. “Or maybe he’s just psycho.”

“Oh, Clovis knows what he’s doing,” a femine voice interjects. Anakin’s eyes shoot forward again, immediately smiling as Padme speaks. “His pre-debate ritual is long and gruelling-- I should have warned you. He’s simply getting into his headspace, that’s all.”

“How long does it usually take?” you mumble.

“It shouldn’t be much longer. Make sure he eats beforehand, otherwise he’ll be crabby during the debate. And trust me, you don’t want to have to handle a crabby Clovis.”

Both Padme and Anakin laugh at this, and you force yourself to smile along. “Yeah, I’ll go see what he’s up to now.”

“Good,” Anakin says, momentarily drowned out by an uproar of cheers behind him. “We should get going, too. Padme needs to get dressed for the debate. See you soon.”

Anakin ends the call, and you’re left wondering how exactly the topic of dressing Padme came up. 

Shoving down your irritation and self-pity, you pocket your com and stand from your seat. Clovis’s head whips toward you like you had pulled a blaster on him.

“What?”

“It’s getting late,” you stretch your arms over your head, working out the kinks and aches from sitting so long. “I was wondering if you were hungry at all.”

“I can’t eat before a debate,” Clovis looks almost angry for a second, and then he glances down at his watch. His expression smooths into one of urgency. “Ah, we should head to the apartments. It’s time to get ready.”

The night is still warm, and the sidewalk drips with a rainstorm that you missed while you were in the senate building. The fresh air is nice, though, and you breathe in the smell of sweet flowers and savory restaurant food. The grumble in your stomach is hard to ignore, but you know you’ll manage.

Clovis leads you all the way to his suite, the temporary apartment that sits in conjunction with yours and Anakin’s, and Padme’s on the other side. Staying in this apartment complex made more sense rather than finding separate housing units, as keeping everyone together would aid in ensuring their safety.

Padme’s mansion would have been a nice stay, you think, but these apartment sweets are also quite luxurious. You walk into the master bedroom to find a formal, dark blue gown laid out for you on the bed. Next to it is a rumpled space where you assume Anakin’s suit had been, but instead there’s a note and a box.

Padme wanted to get to the senate building early, so we’re probably going to just miss you. Too bad, I won’t get to help you into this sexy blue dress. Maybe I can help you out of it later.

You laugh softly, smoothing your thumb over the inked-on smiley face before finishing the note.

I’m not sure if you had time to get anything to eat, so I got you something while we were out. See you soon.

A

You don’t need an “I love you” scrawled into the paper in order to know he wanted to add it. That would have been too risky, and there was no way you’d be able to make an excuse if anyone were to find it. Still, you rip up the note and throw it in the trash before opening the box underneath. Your nose is instantly filled with the smell of food, still warm, and you sit next to the blue dress, digging in unceremoniously.

You scarf down as much of the food as you can and then store the rest in the fridge before getting to work on making yourself presentable. You have to look put together, yet not so much that you stand out. You slip a couple of silver clasps into your hair and do your makeup, opting for a bold lip color because you don’t have much time to do anything fancy with your eyes. You’re running short on time-- you know this because of the knock on your door, and then the irritated sound of Clovis:

“Y/n, we have to leave now or we’re going to be late. You know how bad it would be to arrive late to this event?”

You stand in front of the mirror, desperately reaching behind you to grasp at the zipper of your dress. It would be so much easier if Anakin was here to reach it for you, but you make due and quickly pull it up. The dress is form-fitting and flows down into a puddle around your feet. A bit long, as you opted not to wear heels in case something went awry, so you bunch the skirt up in your fists and jog to the door.

“My apologies,” you open the door to find Clovis, now dressed in a pristine black and white suit with his hair gelled back. “I was making sure I had my equipment all in order.”

Clovis ignores your excuse, eyes instantly moving to take in your figure. You could swear they blow open wide for a fraction of a second before he composes himself, clearing his throat and masking his approval with his usual grim expression.

“You clean up quite elegantly. Now, we should head to the lobby, the limousine is waiting for us.”

…

You’re not sure what the point of a limousine is, as the walk from the apartment buildings to the senate building is 10 minutes tops. Probably for formalities, you decide, as Clovis helps you out of the vehicle. The building that had been vacant only a couple hours earlier is now swarming with Senators, all dressed in lavish, extravagant gowns. Everyone is holding a flute of some sort of drink, and they congregate in small groups, making small talk before the debate starts. 

Clovis wastes no time with socializing, and beelines for his seat.

You hang back, searching the crowd for Anakin. Without heels, many people tower over you and it’s hard to focus with the deafening sound of chatter filling your ears. But you’re trained for this, have spent your whole life blocking out the unnecessary, so you hone into your patience and scan the crowd closer. 

There.

You’d recognize that head of golden-brown curls anywhere, even if it was tamed down for this event. He’s standing tall among the Senators, eyes gleaming bright as he engages a whole crowd of them in some wily story. He and Padme look at each other and laugh, his hand on her shoulder and her hand finding his waist. Your blood suddenly turns hot, and you push your way through the crowd to make it to them.

If you could, you would march right up and pull him away from all those greedy stares. They’re practically drooling all over him, and Padme’s hand is still on his waist. But you know better-- you can’t let anyone know you and Anakin are familiar, so you stand at the edge of the crowd, meeting Anakin’s eye.

You glare at his face, then at Padme’s hand, then back to him. His eyes narrow into a warning, extremely fleeting, and then he continues on charming the crowd. You know what he wanted to say-- it means nothing. It doesn’t stop the heat from blossoming in the pit of your stomach, the irritated glare you shoot Padme before looking down.

Way to stay under the radar, you think, slipping away from the crowd and deciding it’s better to keep your eyes on Clovis than get angry over a move on your boyfriend that was probably innocent. 

Clovis is sitting at his seat, still as stone, surveying the crowd before him.

“You nervous?” you take your seat beside him.

“Not at all.”

“Good. You’ve been preparing all afternoon, I think it’d be ridiculous if you still doubted yourself.”

“You… have faith in me.”

“Of course,” your eyes softened at the vulnerability in his statement. “You’re a powerful Senator.”

He huffed, the crack in his green eyes immediately cementing over. “I know.”

And, there he is. Back to being gruff and dismissive. 

It’s quiet for a moment longer, but you’re okay with that. Small talk is not an interest of yours either, and you’d much rather sip on the flute of drink that a servant had given you than join the crowd on the floor. 

Unfortunately, you have trouble wrenching your eyes away from Padme and Anakin, who are still surrounded by drooling Senators. Padme looks like an angel, dressed in a floor length gown spun out of gold thread that you’re pretty sure came directly from the sun. It shimmers and sparkles as she moves, standing out like a beacon of light among the rest of the room. She is radiant, with a matching headpiece that glitters like a chandelier, the jewels braided in and out of her chocolate curls. Even her makeup is minimal yet blindingly beautiful, with a gold shimmer staining her eyelids and cheekbones that reflect the warmth of her topaz eyes.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Clovis murmurs next to you, so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

“Who? Padme?”

“I believe she’s taking quite a liking to the Jedi.”

Heat sparks in your blood again. The fact that even Clovis notices how handsy Padme is being… then again, it’s a known fact that Clovis and Padme have a history, and he could just be reading too far into things out of jealousy.

“You shouldn’t call him that,” you choose to ignore his concerns. “Anyone could be listening.”

“You see that smile? That’s the smile she only ever gave me. I wonder if she even knows she’s doing it…”

“Clovis, Anakin isn’t allowed to form attachments. You have nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not him that bothers me,” he admits. “It’s her. Look. Look at the way she leans into him when she laughs.”

You take his advice and… now that he says it, she does get a little too close for your liking. Every time Anakin finishes a punchline, the crowd erupts in laughter and Padme joins in, bracing herself by gripping onto his arms and grinning into his neck. He catches her, ever the gentlemen, but he’s smiling too.

It’s a little more than innocent, and you can’t tell who’s fault it is. But that doesn’t help the jealousy steadily rising in your chest.

“The debate should be starting soon,” is all you say, leaning back in your seat and scowling into your flute of drink.

The only thing keeping you rooted to the seat instead of launching out of your chair to rip Padme away from Anakin by the hair was the fact that you know you’re the one who’s going to be sharing a bed with him tonight-- not her. 

You’re just hoping he even makes it back to your bed. Or will poor Padme need help with something else that requires Anakin’s doting attention?

A bell rings just on time, signaling for the Senators to take their seats. Anakin leads Padme over, arms hooked around each other, and she smiles at you as she approaches.

“Y/n, you look wonderful,” she whispers, and then slides into the seat between Clovis and Anakin.

Your cheeks burn in shame. How can you harbor such awful feelings toward her when she was so sweet? But the anger is worsened by the compliment she had just given you-- it’s one thing to be drop-dead stunning, why does she have to be so kind, too? What are you to compare? 

After tonight, Anakin’s probably going to think you are so difficult-- always complaining, always tired, never as pretty or gentle or kind. You don’t have a laugh that twinkles like wind-chimes, or eyes that reflect the light like soft glowing pools of honey. If she is the sun, you are just a cold, hard, chunk of ashen moonrock.

The debate goes on for an eternity. You zone out for a lot of it, stewing in your anger and drowning in self-deprecating thoughts. A few times you’re brought to the brink of tears before you remind yourself you’re here on a mission, and throw yourself into scanning every nook and cranny for something that could be amiss. Eventually, a break is ordered.

Senators begin to rise from their podiums to stretch their legs, including Padme. She tells Anakin she’s going to the washroom, and your eyes zero in on the fingers lingering on his arm as she leaves. You stand as well, meaning to walk a little and stretch your legs, and Anakin follows you.

“Padme’s right,” he catches up to you easily. “You do look wonderful. Blue really is your color.”

You stop by the open window, breathing in the fresh air as you search his eyes for truth. Does he truly mean it? Does he look at you with that same light he had looked at Padme with? Or is he only saying it because he has to? Because he’s used to complimenting you because you’re his girlfriend?

“What? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you lower your gaze, picking at the marble stone engravings of the windowsill. 

“Y/n,” Anakin lowers his voice. He’s concerned now, picking up on how upset you are. “I said you look beautiful. What’s the problem?” “No, you said I look wonderful. It’s different than beautiful.” You mean to leave it there, but  can’t help but add, grumbling under your breath, “Padme looks beautiful.”

It’s immature. You know it as soon as you say it, but for some reason you can’t stop yourself. You just want Anakin to take more notice of how strong Padme’s coming on to him, to assure you that it means nothing. You know it means nothing, but you still need that confirmation.

“She does,” he says, and your heart drops. You look up at him, and he’s staring back with an intensity you can’t decipher. “She’s a Senator, Y/n, this is her debate. Of course she has to look beautiful.”

“She’s more beautiful,” the words fall from your lips and taste like poison.

“What’s this about?” Anakin’s voice is dripping in irritation. Once hearing it himself, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, he speaks again in a softer tone. “Why are you comparing yourself to Padme?”

Gah, even the sound of her name coming from his mouth is like nails on a chalkboard. But you decide to do the first smart thing you have all evening, and take a lesson from him. You breathe deeply and bite down on your anger before answering.

“I’m not trying to,” you admit, eyes falling from his face to trace the exposed skin of his neck. “I just-- she’s flirting with you.”

“It’s harmless.”

“I-- I know. But…”

“It still bothers you. You’re jealous.”

“I have nothing to be jealous about,” even saying this, you can hear the lie in your voice. You repeat the statement, more to yourself, trying to believe it. He’s yours-- for now. He could just as easily be Padme’s. What if he wants to be Padme’s? 

“Look,” Anakin takes another grounding breath, then fits a finger beneath your chin, tilting it up to look at him. “I can see you’re trying to think rationally, so I’m not going to tell you that you’re being ridiculous. But… you’re being ridiculous.”

“Wow. Thanks.”

“You have to understand, I do not like Padme like you’re thinking. I--” he cuts himself off, eyes flitting around the room before leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “I love you.”

Goosebumps erupt all over your skin, making you shiver. His lips ghosting over your ear, the whispered promise of his devotion to you… suddenly, you feel very stupid.

“Okay,” you accept, and the bells ring again, signalling everyone to take their seats. You head on over with him, but not before putting as much heart into your next words. “I’m sorry for getting jealous.”

“It’s okay,” he gives you the first warm smile of the night, smoothing your hair down quickly before breaking off to take his own seat.

You sit next to Clovis, considerably calmer, replaying Anakin’s whispered “I love you” over and over in your head, the touch of his gentle hand in your hair. There was no need to make such a fuss, and honestly you were upset with yourself for ruining the night. You decide to make another smart decision for the night, and push away all of the negative thoughts to the deepest corner of your mind. No more, not tonight-- instead, you would focus on a way to make it up to him for being so ridiculous, and to thank him for being so patient with you.

It’s as you’re planning the rest of your night out, that you see Clovis’s knee bouncing under the podium. You know his time to speak is coming up soon, and his actions betray his mind. He’s such a liar. He is nervous.

“You’ve got this,” you tell him, reaching onto the podium to give his hand a squeeze. His palms are clammy, and he looks at you like you’ve struck him.

“I know I do,” he spits, but doesn’t move his hand from underneath yours. “It’s just pre-performance jitters.”

His next words are so quiet, you almost don’t catch them.

“It doesn’t help that I have two gorgeous women sitting next to me to witness this all.”

Now it’s your turn to look like you’ve been struck. You know he means for you to hear it, otherwise he wouldn’t have said it. Anakin seems to be thinking the same thing, as you can see him give Clovis a sidelong glance just as Padme takes the seat between them again.

“I-- um… we’re rooting for you,” you fumble. “No need to get nervous now.”

Clovis blows out a long breath, and then covers your hand that’s squeezing his palm with his other. “Thank you, Y/n. You’ve truly been so patient and accommodating this whole night. I must find a way to pay you back afterwards.”

“Oh, there’s no need--” your words are cut off as the delegates call for order, and then the debate resumes. You don’t miss the way Anakin’s back stiffens in his seat.

Clovis works up a nervous sweat in the minutes leading up to his speech, but when he gets up, he delivers it without a flaw. Everyone claps, and then Padme goes. You clap along once she’s finished, trying not to calculate if Anakin is clapping harder or faster for her than anyone else. He’s not… but you just had to be sure.

There never seemed to be any threat for the entire night, except for one instance. A young man stood by the door, eyes shifting around for a moment too long to be casual, and Clovis seemed to notice as well. 

“Where, exactly, is that equipment you were speaking of earlier?”

“There’s a strap on my thigh, and it holds my blaster to it. Look,” you pull your skirt back to reveal your leg up to your thigh, where the tip of your blaster peaks out. “See, nothing to worry about.”

It doesn’t even cross your mind that Anakin would notice, or that he’d even mind.

Finally, the debate ends, and the senate room is dismissed. You let out a long breath, ready to just get out of this dress and relax in the suite with Anakin now. However, you stand to leave your seat but Clovis is in your way.

“Y/n, like I said before… I must show my gratitude for your services. Please, let me buy you dinner.”

“Oh-- Oh geez… um.... I can’t,” your eyes flit from Clovis to Anakin, who’s standing behind him. He’s got his back turned, bidding farewell to the new friends he made, but you know for sure that he’s listening. “I really need to go to bed, we’re leaving early in the morning.”

“You can come to my suite, we can order room service. They’re right next to each other… besides, you can always just stay over at mine for the night. There’s room.”

That tone. Those eyes. You know what he’s insinuating, and it sure as hell isn’t just dinner. 

“Clovis, I’d love to, but I really can’t.”

“Oh. Okay.”

The green cracks of his eyes are hardening again, the soft daisies growing from them being wrenched out in clenched fists and stomped under a boot. You want to stop them from freezing over in that insufferable ice again, and decide it might be nice to humor him for a job well done tonight. After all, he was a lot kinder to you than you thought he’d ever be, and part of you likes being one of the few people on his good side.

“How about I walk back with you to the apartments? We can do that much.”

Clovis smiles, and holds out an arm. “I’ll take it.”

As Clovis escorts you out of the debate room, you turn to look back at Anakin. He’s ushering Padme out of the crowds, staring after you as you leave. He doesn’t smile, or wave, or do anything really. Except look angry. 

A sudden ball of nervousness forms in the pit of your stomach. Oh no. Offering to do this was a mistake, that much is becoming clear with every step you take with Clovis latched onto your arm. You can feel Anakin’s eyes burning into your back the entire way out of the senate building, until you’re on the streets of Naboo and he’s off in a limousine with Padme. 

Of course he’s going to be angry at you now. You were mad at him for allowing Padme to flirt with him, and now he’s going to think you’re making a move on Clovis to get back at him for it. Even though that’s not at all what’s happening… Oh how the tables have turned. 

You’re jittery the whole walk back. Clovis tries to make conversation, but you only offer him short, clipped answers. Really, you should have shut down his advances in the debate room. No matter that you pitied him for being rejected by Padme and yourself, you should have said no. You didn’t owe him anything. But here you are, and now you are going to suffer the consequences from Anakin when you get back to your room.

“Are you sure you can’t stop in? Not even just for a drink?” Clovis asks as you make it to the top of the stairs. You turn the corner, and Anakin is leaning against your apartment door, arms crossed, clearly waiting for you. 

“Uhh,” you unwind your arm from around Clovis’s. “I really can’t. Sorry.”

Clovis follows your gaze, and sees Anakin. His tone turns steely. “Is it because of that Jedi?”

“No, oh my-- no!” you feign the most incredulous expression you can, nerves growing more frenzied as you grow closer to your apartment door. “I really am just so tired. Please Clovis, I have to go.”

“Y/n, it doesn’t have to be like this--”

“You’re right,” a deep voice cuts in. “It doesn’t.” 

Anakin takes the arm that Clovis refused to let go of, and slips it out of his grasp. Thankfully, for Clovis’s sake, he lets him. Anakin pushes you behind him and stands before Clovis, towering over him by a couple inches. 

“It was a pleasure serving you and Senator Amidala. Hopefully we can work together again soon. Have a good night”

Each word that comes from his lips are dripping with venom. Clovis grows red in the face, and you can tell he’s trying hard not to retaliate. In the end, he decides to turn and stalk back to his own apartment door. 

Once it slams shut, Anakin turns to you. You meet his eyes with the most innocent expression you can put on.

“None of that,” he hisses, and steps past you to walk into the apartment.

“Oh, come on!” you follow close behind, closing the door and jogging to catch up with him. He’s standing before the bed, roughly loosening his tie. “Anakin, please don’t be mad. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Really? How am I supposed to believe that after what happened earlier?”

“Yes, okay, I admit I was jealous of you and Padme. But I got over it! I swear I wasn’t trying to get you back for it, I promise. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Anakin pulls the buttons off his shirt so hard, you’re afraid they might break. Suddenly, he is shirtless, and so very mad, and so very tall… and muscular… and… wow…

“You can’t even look me in the eye when you say that,” he argues, stopping to stand before you. You wrench your eyes away from his toned midriff and meet his eyes, which are blazing with hurt and anger. A warmth is rising in your veins-- a different kind than earlier-- but it’s beat out with something stronger. Guilt.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, trying so desperately to ignore the heat that’s radiating off his chest. “I really am. Clovis was just… kinder than I expected him to be--”

“Was he? Was he kind when he had you sit in silence all afternoon in the senate building? Was he kind when he refused to let you eat? When he guilt-tripped you into spending time with him?”

“That’s not exactly what happened,” you cross your arms and size him up. “And you’re not totally innocent either, you know.”

“Really?” Anakin cocks an eyebrow at you, sitting down on the bed roughly. He leans back on his arms, daring you to continue.

“You let Padme flirt with you, and you never told her to stop. You could have set some boundaries, told her to back off a little...”

“And you could have told me you were leaving with Clovis before gathering your skirts and skipping away,” Anakin bites back. 

“I wasn’t planning to! Anakin, please, both of us made mistakes tonight. Can we just agree on that?”

He frowns, eyes flickering over your still-dressed form. He motions for you to come closer and turn around, so you do. Gentle fingers work at the zip on your back, dragging it down to free you from the constraints. You remember the note he wrote from earlier, how he couldn’t wait to take the dress off of you, and grow disappointed at how the night had gone. This was not the context you had been expecting. 

The way his hands linger on your waist, you know he’s thinking the same thing.

“Okay. We both made mistakes.” You feel his soft curls against the bare skin of your back as rests his forehead against you. You hold your dress up in the front so as not to expose yourself. “I’m sorry for letting Padme flirt with me. I should have put an end to it-- I know it hurt you to watch.”

“It did,” you whisper. “But I’m also sorry. For getting so jealous even though you never accepted her advances, and for making it seem like I was trying to get revenge. It wasn’t my intention.”

A soft “it’s okay” is kissed into your back. His hands grip your waist, turning you in his grasp. He’s looking up at you now, hair mussed up and eyes wary. “You good?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

What were you guys doing? At the end of the day, it’s you and him. Padme is out of the picture, and so is Clovis. Everything is alright, and that fuss you both put up throughout the night was virtually pointless.

Looking into his eyes, the ones you love so much and could never picture yourself ever parting from, suddenly this whole thing seems elementary. How terrible, disastrous, and ironic this night turned out. Replaying the events in your head, you find a smile begin to crack at your lips. Anakin can’t keep a straight face either, the ridiculousness of it all beginning to catch up with you both. You begin to laugh, and he follows, burying his head in your stomach as you hug around his neck.

“We must be back in training school,” you giggle, feeling his shoulders shake beneath you. “How pathetic of us.”

“Ahh,” he groans, suddenly wrenching you off your feet and onto the bed on top of him. He nuzzles his face into your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible. “Let’s just forget this night ever happened. It was dreadful and embarrassing.”

“As far as I’m concerned, I was never even here.”

“Me neither,” he presses a line of warm kisses down your neck, stopping at the strap of your dress. “Let’s get this off. Do you still have your blaster on you?”

You pat the metal strapped onto your thigh. “Locked and loaded.”

“Well, gee, thanks for telling me. I definitely didn’t want to get my head blown off.”

“Safety’s on, wisecrack,” you help him shrug your dress off, kicking it from your legs and off the end of the bed. You unclasp the band from around your thigh and distribute the blaster onto the nightstand. 

“I’m the wisecrack,” you don’t miss the way Anakin’s voice deepens, attention suddenly captured by the bare skin of your body beneath him. His eyes follow the path his fingers are tracing up your leg. “Careful, or I’ll have to report that to the Council.”

“For what? Being right?”

“For creating conflict of interest on the job,” his fingers skim the soft flesh of your upper thighs, tickling their way past the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist, up and up and up… “It’s terribly naughty of you.”

His words are teasing and corny, but somehow the deeper insinuation of them still cause your cheeks to burn red. 

“Anakin,” your voice is hoarse, causing your blush to deepen. His long fingers cup your chin, keeping your lips ghost over his as his other hand pulls the silver clasps from your hair. “I need a shower.”

“I can meet you in there?”

You clutch at his shoulders, bringing him forward to close that gap between your lips. His mouth is warm against yours, pliant and soft and generous. It’s everything you’ve been yearning for all night, all this time you’ve been apart. The smell of him, taste of him, feel of him— you could never get enough. 

“I’ll save you a spot.” 

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

no

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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[babycracker]

Fire Meet Gasoline: Chapter 6

chapter rating: teen & up story rating: explicit pairing: morgan/m!oc (tanner drake) & farah/f!oc (sadie kennedy) word count: ~2.7k chapter warnings: none story warnings: eventual smut, canon-typical violence, au - canon divergent a/n: as you can see, pairings have changed and i've added some warnings for the future bc this entire story has taken an unexpected turn and it's going to be much bigger than manner now. please don't hesitate to let me know if you wanna be taken off of the tags!

read it on ao3 here

--

Sadie was sure that she'd have more time than this. Six months isn't long, after all. Well, technically four months. She's been basically on the run for the last two.

She'd had four months to enjoy being twenty-one before the Agency had contacted her about signing the treaty, and for the two months since not so politely telling them to shove it she'd been dodging the bounty hunter that she'd evidently been assigned to.

He was an idiot. A troll, she was sure of it. Big and imposing and clumsy and menacing… but stupid. She hasn't seen him in a few weeks though, and she's starting to relax, fairly sure that she's lost him.

So, for the first time in the week and a half that she's been in this city she's daring to leave her room at the hostel and check out some of what could well be her new home. She pulls her hoodie on, reluctantly pulling the hood over her head and eyeing the bland grey of the fabric with disdain for a moment. Dreadfully boring, and dreadfully cliché - a banshee roaming around donning a grey hood - but she still needs to keep a low profile. Just for a little bit longer.

Everyone's heard about the supernatural bar in the city, such things are not exactly common, though no one seems to know where it is. It would seem the only way to find out is by word of mouth, and unfortunately she doesn't know anyone here, and she can't exactly go up to random people and ask them where the local supernaturals hang.

It would really be preferable; at just over 4'3 she doesn't exactly fit in with humans, but she supposes she'll just have to make do as she heads down the street. She sticks cautiously close to the buildings, avoiding the laughing groups of people and curiously looking around at the bright and colourful nightlife.

She could get used to this.

But for now, she resigns herself to something less flashy, a not quite as cheerful and slightly shabby bar with a bright green neon sign shining from its façade reading Shakers.

Looks good enough for now, so she steps inside, a grin spreading across her face as she takes in the atmosphere. God she's missed being around humans, and this place is packed with some of the rowdiest ones she's ever seen. Her favourite kind.

There's no dancing space as far as she can see (disappointing) but the bar is huge and there are booths lining every wall, the space in the middle filled with several pool tables.

She weaves her way through the crowd, thankfully remaining largely unnoticed, and slips up onto a stool at the bar, breathing out a sigh of relief now that her height is less obvious. She spins around on her seat, leaning one elbow on the bar and watching a group of guys at the closest pool table, trying (unsuccessfully) to gather some kind of hint at how to play the game, when a voice from behind distracts her.

"What are you drinking, pretty?"

She turns, expecting to find a bartender but instead there's a man on her side of the bar and uncomfortably close, a charming and yet slightly unsettling smile on his face. She forces one to her own to keep her frown away, the eerie sense of this guy being bad news creeping through her mind and making her thoughts slightly foggy.

“I’m really not much of a drinker, thanks anyway.”

He’s good looking enough, blonde hair, bright blue eyes and dimples in both cheeks on proud display as he grins at her. But her advanced senses are ringing every bell inside of her, warning her not to trust him.

“C’mon darl, no one comes to a bar unless they want a drink,” he presses, reaching out and letting his fingertips brush against the sliver of bare wrist peeking out from the sleeve of her hoodie.

She gasps and recoils too fast to be able to reign it in, her face twisting into a frown as she pulls her sleeves down and clutches them in her fists to cover her hands entirely. She really should've worn her gloves.

Demon.

He lifts both hands in front of him, a kind of peace offering, and takes a slight step back. “Woah, take it easy. I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“It’s fine,” she clears her throat, hoping it’ll take the obvious rasp out of her voice as she struggles to get any words out at all. He grins and slides onto the stool next to her.

“If I promise not to touch you again, will you come and join us?”

She eyes him carefully for a moment before letting out a resigned sigh and giving a small nod. He seems nice enough, respectful enough. And she’s never been given any kind of guarantee that her perception is always one hundred percent accurate. Maybe she gets it wrong sometimes. Maybe she’s been disregarding people her entire life based on what she sees of them on the inside, and some of them didn’t deserve disregarding.

She’s been on her own since she ran away from home after her parents’ relentless persistence that she signed the Agency’s treaty became too much, she could do with some friends. Maybe now she can’t afford to turn down every single person that gives her a slight dishonest vibe. Who is completely honest these days anyway?

He grins again and gets to his feet, nodding towards one of the pool tables as a gesture for her to follow him. “I’m Axle.”

“Sadie,” she replies, reluctantly slipping off her seat and noticing the way he immediately arches an eyebrow at her height. He’s a demon, a supernatural, he’s probably already worked out that she’s not human and she just about winces as she waits for the inevitable questions.

They don’t come, however. He’s either much more polite than she’d expected, naïve and just thinks that she’s short, or he’s already worked out what she is and is choosing to stay quiet about it in this public space.

She follows him over to the pool table where a group of five other men are standing around playing a game, and a brief wave of panic surges through her when she realises that they’re probably all demons. They usually hang out with their own kind, and it would mean that she’s heavily outnumbered by a group of supernaturals far more dangerous and powerful than she is.

They barely spare her a glance though as she comes to stand at Axle’s side, and he barely offers an introduction in turn, instead waving his arm around the group and simply referring to them as “the guys”.

It’s probably for the best. She can handle one demon, should the need arise, she can slink away from him unnoticed, but once she has the attention of an entire group of them she’s not exactly sure how she’d get away if she needed to.

--

For someone that doesn’t talk a whole lot, Morgan sure spends a lot of time on the phone. Tanner hadn’t expected her to be so… clingy. She seems to really miss the rest of Unit Bravo now that she’s stuck away from them, which seems strange to him given that he’d assumed she wasn’t so different from him and would enjoy the break and getting to do her own thing (apart from having to work with him, of course) for a while.

But she’s on the phone again. Granted, she’s talking to Adam about their mission, but still. The number of questions she’d had about what they were supposed to do had been alarming to Tanner until he’d realised that she was most likely just coming up with the need for so much clarification as an excuse to speak to someone from her team.

Whatever her reasons though, he’s bored. He gets bored quite often with her, he realises, and he finds himself watching her on the other side of the room from where he’s kicked back on the couch, obviously and shamelessly checking her out as she paces and speaks in a hushed voice into the phone. Maybe it’d be different if he worked with her a little more; in regard to both her flirtation and their current job. At first, it’d been fun to irk her and get on her nerves but it’s already starting to get old - even for him - and he decides that maybe he should make more of an effort to be agreeable if they’re going to be stuck together for now. Or he could at least sleep with her. That might relieve some of her tension and get her to stop being such a hardass, at least.

She runs a hand through her hair and turns to face him, scowling when she notices his attention and lifting her middle finger at him before turning away.

He grins and sits up straight when she finally ends the call and turns to face him again.

“They want us to go to that bar tonight,” she tells him before he has a chance to say anything, and he groans dramatically and slides down to a slouching position, throwing his head back against the back of the couch and closing his eyes.

“It’s all work with you,” he complains, opening his eyes again when he hears her moving and watching her cross the room and start to pull her jacket on.

“We are on a job at the moment, so yeah, it’s all work.”

“You know this place isn’t gonna be like Mickey’s, right?”

She pulls a face, only small and only for the briefest second but he catches it anyway and for the first time sees how uncertain she is about having to be in that kind of environment.

“You gonna be good?” he adds, trying to sound at least a little sympathetic.

It actually surprises him how much he cares about how much this is going to affect her, and not just for the job. It’s going to be a pain in the ass, definitely. Having to keep an eye on her and make sure she’s not overwhelmed while trying to do his job at the same time, but more than that, whenever he thinks about how painful this is going to be for Morgan his stomach twists slightly, churning uncomfortably and making him feel… he doesn’t even know. Worried? Is this what worry for somebody else is?

Probably not. He’s probably just dreading having to babysit her.

--

He can already practically hear her teeth grinding by the time they get to the door of Shakers, let alone inside. They can hear (to be fair, godawful) rock music as well as the noise of what sounds like a pretty big crowd through the door, and he casts a glance in her direction. Her jaw’s clenched, brow furrowed, and eyes narrowed as she stares at the door before turning to the side and meeting his gaze.

“What? We going in or not?” she snaps, and he shrugs and waves a hand at her, gesturing to her general demeanour.

“I dunno, are we?”

She rolls her eyes and steps away from him, but he sees her shoulders rise and fall as she takes a deep breath before pushing the door open.

It’s loud. Really loud. Not too bright at least, but even he immediately catches the faint scent of alcohol, cigarettes and weed in the air. He can only imagine how strong it is to her.

His concerns for her are quickly overshadowed though when it takes less than a minute for his eyes to land on a group of men playing pool near the back of the room. He recognises them straight away, which means that they’re going to recognise him straight away and they’ll be gone before he and Morgan have gotten anywhere near them.

“Shit,” he mutters, ducking his head and turning to face Morgan more so as to turn himself away from them.

“What?” she snaps, glaring at him and not seeming to realise that something’s gone wrong, too caught up in trying to distract herself from the sensations bombarding her.

“I know them,” he answers distractedly, looking her up and down for a moment before casting a quick glance around the room in search of somewhere quieter. Something that doesn’t seem to exist in this bar.

He grabs her hand and pulls her over to the bar, nudging her to sit up on one of the stools and standing beside her, draping an arm over her shoulders and leaning in close to her. The close contact seemed to work the previous day when she was starting to become overwhelmed on the street outside, there’s no reason to think that it won’t work again in here.

“What do you mean you know them?” she asks, her voice a little less impatient as she leans back against him slightly, and he doesn’t miss the soft sigh of relief she lets out as he feels her body start to relax a little.

He doesn’t know why physical contact with him, of all people, seems to help her out but he’s going to count it as a bonus when it means that he’s able to set her at ease enough for her to function in these situations.

He glances back towards the pool table, but looks away again just as quickly, leaning down closer to Morgan to hide his face when he sees that the group are starting towards the door.

“They know you?” Morgan finally seems to click on, looking quickly towards the group and then back at him, and he only just realises how close he’s gotten to her when her nose just about brushes against his when she does it.

“Mhm,” he distractedly hums in reply, and she studies him for a moment before a small smirk crosses her face.

“I’ve been trying to get this close to you since we met, and now you’re telling me all it would’ve taken was a few demons to scare you?”

This bitch. He frowns at her, his arm dropping away from her shoulders as he straightens up again and moves away from her, temporarily forgetting that he’s trying to hide himself.

“I am not scared.” He spits indignantly.

Of all the things for her to say. Scared.

“You sure, sweetheart?”

Condescension drips from every word and his frown deepens into a glare. “Fuck you.”

“They’re going to see you,” she ignores his insult and nods behind him, and his eyes dart towards the group that have thankfully already moved past him when he remembers that whatever she thinks about him, them seeing him would be a disaster and if they knew that he was after them they’d be looking for them for weeks.

He subtly watches them go, waiting until the last two people are through the door, a blonde guy and a freakishly short girl, and then grabs Morgan’s hand and pulls her off of the stool. “Come on.”

He practically drags her out onto the street, making sure to keep a fair distance away from the group without losing sight of them through the crowd until he realises where they’re going.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Morgan mutters from beside him, obviously realising the same thing at the same time, and he stops and watches them step through the doors of the same motel that they’re staying in.

He grins and looks over at her, letting go of her hand. “Our job just got a whole lot easier.”

“You think?”

He doesn’t bother answering, just heads towards the motel once he’s sure that they’ve had a chance to get to their room and he’s not about to run into them in the lobby.

He’s stayed here countless times, he knows pretty much the entire reception staff, it shouldn’t be too hard for him to find out what room they’re staying in and pay them a visit when they’re not expecting it. Then all he needs to do is convince Morgan that he doesn’t need her help with his next job, they can go their separate ways, and everyone will be happy.

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[chrisevansgoodgirl]

i must confess to you, i want to possess you

anonymous: ok so we’re all sluts for Steve Rogers obvi. But how differently would Andy Barber fuck from our captain? 👀 I dunno if it’s just me, but he definitely seems like the kinda guy to tie you up and leave you hanging right on the edge when he’s in a Mood. And probably prefers Sir over anything else.

warnings: smut. edging. little bit of bondage. my writing (wrote like that bullet point writing but w/o the bullet points bc i was lazy)

word count: about 4,500

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: like, there’s no way anyone can convince me that this man doesn’t love eating pussy.

He’s insane, you had long ago discovered.

You remembered meeting him, how sweet and perfect he was. Not that that has changed, not really.

You remembered dating him, how he never failed to text you good morning and good night. How he always seemed so concerned about you. Protective. Caring.

You remembered how he proposed, how perfect everything had been. Since that day, it had only gotten better. The wedding that was nothing short of extra, there was nothing he wouldn’t give you. The house, it took months to find one that you really liked. He never lost patience, and as soon as you found it, even though it was a tad out of the price range he’d hoped for, he didn’t hesitate.

Andy spoiled you. There was no denying that. And there were no exceptions, but especially in bed.

Sex with him had always been amazing. He made it his mission to learn exactly how to touch you, exactly how to make you cry, exactly how to make you beg. Even though you both knew he wouldn’t deny you anything.

Not at the start. You could say that changed. Sex changed.

You still woke up wrapped in his arms. He still told you he loved you any chance he got. He still brushed his fingers through your hair. He still traced patterns into your skin with his fingers. He still ran his hand up and down your spine when you were laying in bed talking about your day.

Really, he had not changed.

It just happened. Out of nowhere. You pleaded with him to go on a vacation with you. He worked hard and you wanted to do something nice for his birthday.

It only took so much convincing and it was with the condition that if work called, he would take it and you couldn’t pout. He just wanted to be kept in the loop. So, Paris.

Even though you wanted to do something for him, he knew you had always wanted to go to Paris. He got you the hotel you’d always wanted, with a balcony and a killer view of the beautiful city and the lively people.

On his birthday, you switched it up a little. You woke him up with your mouth around his cock. You showered with him. You let him eat you out on the tiny table after he finished his breakfast. You stayed naked until it was time to start getting ready for dinner, only your wedding ring on your finger—a sight he let you know he appreciated.

He surprised you with a new dress and a diamond necklace. The exact opposite of how things should have gone. But he loved to buy you things, maybe that was his present for himself. With only minor complaint, you slipped into the dress, skipped the underwear, and he clasped the necklace for you.

Dinner was what it always was. You were still very much in love with everything about Andy and you just wanted to listen to him talk the entire time. You knew he liked how much you worshiped him anyway.

Normal. For a while. But after he finished his second glass of wine, he just looked at you.

“What?”

“I’m going to tie you up tonight.”

You blinked. Once, twice. “What?”

Before he could elaborate, the servers were bringing out your meal and filling his glass with more wine.

He didn’t mention it again. Instead, he wanted to hear about you. You were currently fixing up some minor things around the house. There was this bedroom that you’d been trying to ignore, its looming intent always in the back of your mind. You knew what he wanted it to be, a nursery. You just weren’t ready yet. You were still so obsessed with one another, so spontaneous and fun. Soon, but not yet.

When you returned to the hotel, you wanted answers. You began removing your jewelry, then your shoes, your dress, leaving a trail of it all to the bedroom. “You’re going to tie me up?”

He’d stopped in the kitchen to get another drink, eyeing you once you were naked in the doorway of the bedroom. “Yes.”

He’d never done anything like that before. You wouldn’t say boring or vanilla, it was too fucking good to be either. But adventurous? No, probably not. Andy had never seemed to want to change that. Apparently, now he did.

“Have you been wet since I told you I would?”

Yes, it was exciting. It also wasn’t like you had any concerns with being at Andy’s complete mercy. He loved you more than anyone else ever had. “No.”

He scoffed. “Don’t try me tonight. You  will not win.”

He always let you win. Why not tonight?

There were goosebumps on your skin. His voice was so low. His eyes didn’t leave you. He just stood there, in his suit, drinking rum. By now, you shouldn’t be so attracted to him, but you were sure that would never wear off. He was devastatingly beautiful, inside and out.

You made your way to him, arms wrapping around his waist. He finished his drink, set the glass aside, and brought both hands up to your face. “Every night I spend with you is a win.”

He smirked. “That got you some points...” he set a light kiss to your forehead. “Be a good girl for me tonight, yeah?”

You smirked, shrugging a shoulder. “Or what?”

He gave you a flat look. “Or...you’re not going to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”

You weren’t sure how to respond for a moment. He never spoke like this. Never alluded to anything that would be less than a wildly intimate, soft experience that both of you wanted. “Anything you want.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” His hands slid down to your shoulders and he turned you abruptly, pressing his front to your back.

Your breath was shaky and maybe you were a little dizzy. The wine, probably. That was all.

He pressed one hand to your stomach, the other settled on your chest, inching up until he curled his fingers around your neck.

You couldn’t move for a moment, confused mostly. Turned on, definitely. You wanted for nothing, Andy gave you everything. But maybe this was just more of that. Sometimes, he knew what you wanted even if you didn’t.

You brought your hands up to his forearm, sliding up to feel his wrist, then his hand. You were obsessed with his hands. There was no part of your body you didn’t want him to touch, neck included. “Andy—”

“No.” He applied just the slightest pressure with his thumb and forefinger.

You immediately shut up.

His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke. “Here’s how we’re doing this, baby. You’re going to be good. I’ll tie you up. If you continue to be good, I’ll reward that behavior. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And you’re going to call me ‘Sir’. If you don’t, there will be consequences.”

Consequences. Consequences? You had never heard that word from his mouth applied to you. You were S P O I L E D. However, you were also wet and there was this need just growing inside you. You had never seen this side of him, you knew you needed to.

You nodded.

He kissed your temple, your cheekbone, your jaw, then your shoulder. “I love you. You know that?”

You scoffed. “Of course.”

“Of course...?”

“Sir.” Your cheeks immediately flushed. It felt...weird. Hot. But unusual, you guys just didn’t do this. You turned your head up slightly to see his face. “I love you, too.”

“I know.” He kissed you for a moment before gently urging you toward the room. He took your shoulders once more and sat you on the edge of the bed. “Stay.” And then he eyed you pointedly.

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, moving toward his bag. When he pulled out black rope, you swore you were dead. Or dreaming? Maybe hallucinating. “Lie back.”

Eyes still on the rope in his hands, you did as ordered.

He slowly walked up to you, set the rope down, and grabbed your arm and calf. He arched your leg, grabbed the rope, and tied your upper arm near your knee and your forearm with your calf.

“Did you...bring those? Or did you go out and get them?“

“I had them.”

“For how long?”

He didn’t answer. After completing the other side, he stepped back to look at you. You were beautiful and wet and wanting, and he fell in love with you all over again. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

He was still completely dressed. A point he was making about who really had the power. Not you. Never you. Sometimes, he just let you think you did.

He was staring at you still so you took the time to do the same to him. Blue. He should always wear blue. He should always wear a suit. He should always be fucking you.

“What are you thinking about, beautiful?”

You shook your head slightly. “Just you, sir.”

He reached out slowly and you shivered when his fingers touched your inner thigh. “You’re dripping, baby.” He leaned down, your breath stuttered as he kissed just below your navel. “Tell me what you want—be specific. Don’t forget your manners.”

This was mostly new but he’d never shied away from whispering the filthiest things to you at parties, texting you when you were with friends and family. He was a lawyer, after all, you quickly learned how he wanted you to speak in these situations. “Please eat my pussy, sir.”

He glanced up at you and moved down your body. He dragged his beard along your skin pointedly and you shivered. Watching him take you with his mouth was nearly enough to make you orgasm right then.

Usually, you could arch your back, wrap your thighs around his head, pull his hair to bring him closer. You couldn’t even move now and you felt utterly frustrated by that.

Andy let his tongue move through your cunt slowly but skillfully, he didn’t ignore the spots that made you gasp and curse. But he also didn’t spend enough time on them.

It felt like an impossibly long time later when you felt yourself about to come. He’d kept you there even though you both knew he possessed the ability to get you off in under a minute with his mouth.

Both his hands were on you, flat on your thighs, spreading you even wider. He devoured you, did anything he needed to make you cry out. He licked and sucked at your skin noisily, and he moaned because he loved the taste of you. Andy, you’d often told yourself, had to be the best man alive at eating pussy.

“Fuck,” you gasped when he started to tease your entrance. “I’m close, I—”

He backed away immediately.

You were startled at first, curious as to what would make him stop. Any questions you had died on your tongue when you saw him smirking.

“I never gave you permission to come.”

Once more, you felt your face flush. Permission? To come? What?

He arched an expectant eyebrow.

“May I come, sir?”

He hummed. “Not yet.”

“Well, when?” you demanded.

He gave you a warning look. “I’d lose that tone.”

You sighed quietly. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He set the side of his face against your thigh, nuzzling closer until his tongue could reach you. He lazily licked your pussy, never taking his eyes off you.

Of course, it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t possibly get you there but you were still fuzzy because you’d been so close.

You were shaking by the time he once again closed his mouth around your clit and sucked. It didn’t take long at all and any other time, you would have been utterly mindless. Not now, you remembered the last time. You remembered what he said. “Please let me come, sir. Please—”

Again, he moved away completely and you let out this pathetic, strangled noise. He shushed you and began kissing your thighs once more.

You were breathless. And dying, possibly. This had never happened, you just weren’t sure what to make of it. Why? Why now? What did he want?

He placed his hand between your legs and your eyes rolled back. He never once looked at you, he just stared where he was working. He enjoyed watching your cunt spasm out of the sheerest desperation for him.

His thumb rubbed across your clit for several minutes before you whined, biting your lip in hopes that you could hide what you were building up to. In case he tried to take it away again.

Which he did, because he knew. He always knew. He removed his touch so unapologetically, with another dark smirk and that same cocky glint in his eyes.

“Please, sir. Please let me come.”

He got onto the bed, laying at your side. He touched your face when you turned to him, leaving behind traces of your arousal on your lips and cheekbones.

“Please,” you whispered.

He kissed you instead. For a long time, his mouth moved against yours in an almost innocent kiss. The tip of his tongue lined your bottom lip but you didn’t open your mouth for him. No. He told you no, so you were telling him no.

Something he realized you were doing after his fourth failed attempt at it. You felt a sharp, sudden pain against your cunt and when you gasped, he took full advantage of it. The sound of him smacking you, though not overly painful, still echoed in your ears.

You were impossibly wet—that was definitely new. You were almost ashamed of how much you liked it.

When he pulled away, you were breathless and your lips were swollen. Your eyes showed confusion and excitement, and that was fuel to him. He hadn’t been sure how you would react at first, especially to the ropes, but you always had been good at taking anything he gave you.

“You still okay?”

You nodded, unsure whether your voice would even work.

“Do you want to keep going? I need to hear you say it.”

One thing you knew with utter certainty was that anything Andy asked you to do, you would. That man owned you completely. You swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

And hello, new kink. Good girl? How dare he.

He kissed your cheek before slipping back off the bed. He leaned over you again, mouth finding your hot, soaking center.

“Fuck!”

The fourth time made you angry. Not that you would tell him, out of concern that he would just stop altogether. He got on his knees, pulled you to the edge of the bed, and leaned over to kiss and lick your breasts as he waited for you to come down entirely.

The fifth time was a disorienting disaster because you just weren’t used to this. You were starting to wonder—illogically—if he was ever going to let you come again.

The sixth time was just about the last damn straw. You were tired of being tied up and unable to do anything. Still, you kept your mouth shut.

The seventh time broke you. He pulled off, sliding his palm across his lips and you just snapped a bit. “Andy!”

He lifted his eyebrows. “Baby, what did I say about how you would address me tonight?”

But he didn’t look upset at all, in fact, it looked like this was exactly what he wanted to make you do. He wanted to show you those mysterious consequences he spoke of earlier.

“I’m sorry, but I need to come!”

“No, darling, you need to learn patience.”

You huffed. “But why? You can just keep giving me everything I want.”

He scoffed.

“Please let me come.”

He hummed as if he was actually thinking about it, then shook his head. “Sorry.”

You had taken to angrily staring at the ceiling. Your muscles were starting to ache, you’d never been tied up and this was taking so long. You were sweating and shaking, and you felt used. None of that meant there wasn’t some part of you that was enjoying this. You weren’t sure where it would lead, but you liked letting Andy be in charge of everything. Why not this, too?

It was about pretending. You knew that if you really didn’t like this, Andy would stop without hesitation. You were, just as he was, putting on a show. You couldn’t just give in, you’d never done that before and now was not the time to start.

You squeaked when you felt his mouth moving against you again. He got you very high very quickly and there was so much built-up frustration that you couldn’t possibly be quiet about it.

You were almost sure this time was different, despite what he said, because this was the closest you had been.

Then you heard his phone ring.

He froze for a moment and you turned down to him.

“No, no, no! Please—”

He backed away, smiling. “You know the deal, I am going to take work calls.”

“You are crazy,” you accused. He wasn’t just going to leave you there, was he?

He leaned over you, kissing you roughly. “Crazy about you, baby. I’ll be back.”

You were torn between sneering at that line and complete shock. Your mouth dropped as he swiped his phone off the bedside table. “Andy.”

He left the room without another look in your direction.

“Oh my god!” you blurted out. Should you be offended? He just left you there. No other men did that, you were almost certain. But then, he wasn’t like any other man you had ever met.

Maybe if you were used to being tied up, you’d be able to move a bit. There were so many pillows and if you could just get one between your legs...

But more than anything, fear kept you locked in place. If he found out that you got off without him, without his permission, you weren’t sure what he would do. You theorized it left you empty without his cock, so you stayed put.

For however long he was gone.

An hour.

Two.

Okay, you were definitely exaggerating but it was too long. You could hear him from the other room and there was no haste in his tone. He also wasn’t using his business tone—who the hell was he talking to?

By the time he came back, you’d plotted his death. You’d gone through the careless plans, the ones that would definitely get you caught. Then you started going through some of the most obvious mistakes he’d told you murderers made when they got caught. Then you started going through the less obvious mistakes—because that was how much time you had, that was how long he had left you there.

“Who was that?” you asked as soon as he walked through the door.

He took another long, appreciative look at you. “The travel agent. You know, that woman we spoke to when we were planning this, the one you said was flirting with me.”

Your mouth was open but you weren’t sure when that had happened.

“She just wanted to make sure everything was going well.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

He laughed. Actually laughed. “Yeah? How?” He took a seat next to you, reaching out to your pussy and sighing. “You’re still so wet.”

“Please—”

“I asked you a question.”

You sighed. “Well, I thought about all the ways it would look like a crime of passion.”

He slid one finger inside you for the first time that night.

“Fuck, please, I—”

“Balcony?” he pressed.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. “That was the first plan.”

He snorted. “How many were there?”

“13 fully thought out, maybe 25 in total.”

He hummed. “And what have we settled on, love?”

“I’m going to get a lover and convince him you are terrible to me.”

“Should be easy enough.”

“Yeah, because you’re a monster.”

He smiled as he laid himself down at your side once again, adding a second finger and curling them slowly.

“Please fuck me, sir. I was good. I waited here and didn’t make a sound.”

He didn’t say anything else as his fingers picked up speed. He continued watching your face the entire time.

You were just two good swipes away from it when he pulled them free. You opened your mouth to protest but he shoved his fingers against your tongue as he stood up. You closed your mouth around them before you could say anything that would get you in trouble.

“I have to undress first,” he decided. “When I’m undressed, I’ll fuck you. Sound good?”

You nodded, speaking unintelligibly around his fingers.

“And if I need to know that you’re okay, I’m going to squeeze your hand, okay? If you are, squeeze back.”

It took you a moment to process what he was asking for but you nodded as soon as you did. Why couldn’t he just ask? Why couldn’t you just answer?

With his free hand, he loosened his tie, and just as soon as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, he shoved the tie in their place.

Fuck.

He grabbed your hand and squeezed. You instantly returned it. He smirked knowingly, again dropping to his knees to bury his face in your pussy.

You weren’t concerned about noise anymore. Prior, this was a small place with thin walls, you’d heard people the entire time you’d been there. But now, you either didn’t care or you had a lot of faith in the tie. You screamed for him.

Even still, he didn’t give in. He stood just as soon as you were about to finish.

You were crying, something he seemed surprised to see.

He checked with you once more and you squeezed his hand, maybe a lot harder than you needed to. He thought that was hysterical.

Yes, this was a lot, but you’d come too far. You needed him to make you come.

He removed his jacket next and again, teased you to until you were almost there. You figured he would do this to you each time he took off an article of clothing.

Logical. You could deal with that.

But that just wasn’t Andy. He alternated between his mouth and his fingers but did so after every button on his shirt, after he’d finally removed it, after his belt, one shoe, the other, one sock, the other, the button on his pants, his zipper, after he shoved them to the floor and kicked then out of his way, then his boxers.

Finally, he was naked. He moved closer, his hard cock brushing against your thigh before he took himself in one hand.

You whimpered and his eyes flit up to you. He used the head of his cock to tease you, running it up and down the length of your slit several times. The final time, he kept moving until his cock was laid out on your stomach.

“Feel how hard I am?”

You nodded frantically.

He stepped back until he could line himself up with your entrance and slowly buried his cock inside you, inch by inch.

You had never felt relief so intense, it sent another round of tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Fuck, baby. This is the best pussy in the world.”

And using the same controlled pace, he pulled out completely.

This was why he gagged you, he knew you would have yelled at him until you passed out for pulling this slow shit. You needed to be fucked.

He played this game for several minutes. Until his own insane control slipped. You knew when he’d worked himself up too much because he made this sound that very much resembled a growl and grabbed the ropes on either side. He fucked you as hard as you’d wanted him to since dinner when he dropped this whole thing on you.

Your first finish was brought on mere thrusts later and he’d gotten you to this wound up place that made this one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever had. Even the tie couldn’t stifle you.

And then the overstimulation began. This was always one of Andy’s favorites but now, it was just so much more. He was concerned with his own end and however many times you ended up coming in that process was a bit unclear. Many times. Maybe too many times.

Following his orgasm, he folded himself over onto you, mouth moving all over your skin. Your breasts, your neck, your shoulders.

It took him a moment to work the ropes off of you in his hazy state of mind.

As soon as your limbs were free to move, you tore the tie out of your mouth and tossed it aside, and his mouth hurriedly found yours. You began clinging to him like your life depended on it.

He rolled you onto your side, holding your thigh against him with an arm pinned to your back. You draped one leg over his hips and across his ass, the opposite he was laying on and it was uncomfortable but neither of you seemed willing to move. Your fingers pressed into his jaw, appreciatively tugging on his beard just a little every now and then.

His hips began rolling again and his hand snuck in between you two, fingers rubbing your clit. He just wanted to feel you coming around him one more time.

Even long after you did, you didn’t let him go. You didn’t let him move away from you even a centimeter. You just set your face in the bend of his neck as you caught your breath.

He ran his hand along the length of your back in silence, content with just being wrapped up in you.

When you fully came down, you knew because he was suddenly very heavy on your leg. You wordlessly tapped his shoulder and he knew what you meant instantly.

He rolled onto his back and brought you with him, cock still lying inside you. You did this sometimes, refused to let him get up, but he never minded it.

You were sprawled out limply on his chest, listening to his heartbeat for as long as you could—he was a talker, silence was a fleeting thing now. Tomorrow would be a sore day, but what a great memory you would get to revel in.

“Questions, comments, concerns?”

You turned your head up. “Before we leave, fuck me on the balcony and choke me.”

His eyebrows rose for a second then he was nodding. “That...yeah, great. Deal. Perfect.”

You snorted. “So, about that travel agent...”

[haruhi1087]

Fic Research: Gang Orca

This started as quirk research and branched out from there, so here’s what we know (next to nothing) about Gang Orca’s quirk:

he can do everything an orca can, even on land

he’s very strong

he’s very fast

he’s very durable

he can produce hypersonic waves that can paralyze enemies and destroy ice, but weaken over distance

he’s weak to fire

Given that Gang Orca can do everything orcas can do, though, there’s a lot more room for exploration here. So I went digging for info on orcas and am dumping all that here for anyone interested in exploring his character and having fun with Gang Orca headcanons. This gets long, so I’m putting it under a ‘keep reading’ line for y’all.

They’re social animals! Orcas are usually in pods of up to 50 members.

They hunt as a pack and will do things like work together to make giant waves that will wash seals off ice. It’s a nice touch since Orca appears with a bunch of subordinate villains and we always see him working with groups, unlike other heroes such as Hawks.

Their pods are matriarchal! So let’s have some fun with Gang Orca respecting women :D

They’re really protective of their young! So there’s a connection to Orca’s love for children :D

They’re one of the fastest marine animals, so there’s Gang Orca’s speed for you.

Orcas swim up to 40 miles a day and usually dive 100 to 500 feet multiple times a day. This means that Gang Orca likely has really intense stamina.

They use each other as distractions while hunting prey and will often attempt to isolate individuals from a large group--thus their nicknames as the wolves of the sea.

The also frequently flip their prey upside down to immobilize them. So the fact that Gang Orca is so focused on immobilizing prey definitely checks out, even if the actual whales use a different method.

When they pursue larger prey like other whales, they turn it into a contest of endurance and will take turns chasing and biting the other whale until it is too tired to fight back. Even Great White Sharks fear these guys for a reason. So that’s another sign that Gang Orca would have intense stamina, and he’s probably extremely patient/long-sighted on missions, despite the short temper he can have.

They have ridiculously strong jaws that they use to tear into sharks and whales and such. So uh... as a hero I don’t think he’d make use of that, but maybe that gives people an idea somehow?

When bored or stressed in captivity, orcas will start to rock or sway back and forth, and sometimes even self-mutilate. There’s a lot of possibilities with that--like fluff where Orca gets bored bc the students are doing a repetitive exercise and he starts swaying and they all get confused, or you could definitely take that a more angsty route, too. eep. 

Orcas have really tight-knit family groups and pass down behaviors throughout generations in their pods. So Gang Orca might refuse to do things bc of “tradition” or something like that? Or have habits/routines that he *always* does.

Orcas sleep with only one half of their brain at a time, so Gang Orca would never be completely asleep.

They are incredibly intelligent! They have the largest brain of all dolphins and are one of the few animals that can recognize themselves in a mirror.

Their Latin name orcus comes from the Roman god Orcus, who was a god of the underworld and punished people for breaking oaths. So maybe Gang Orca would take promises extra seriously?

Loud noises confuse them because they mess with orca’s ability to communicate and locate prey. Gang Orca would probably be really weak against Mic because Mic’s attacks would be especially disorienting for him.

An adult orca consumes up to 500 lbs of food a day; depending on their age and diet, they will consume anywhere from 2% to 10% of their body weight daily. So Gang Orca probably eats a lot. Though younger orcas seem to eat more than older ones, so he probably ate a lot more as a teen.

Places I found this info: National Geographic, Whales & Dolphins Conservation, Encyclopedia Britannica, thoughtco, National Wildlife Federation.

[jaeminlore]

The World is Ending and I'm With You

SPINOFF | PLAYLIST (pls listen while you read)

summary: and i won't sleep through this. i survive on the breath you are finished with. words: 6.1k+ category: angst, fluff, suggestive, mark won't stop talking about how he used to be a cub scout warning(s): death, religion mention, death mention, implied sex ohoho i'm getting bold, littering (not from mark bc he's a good boy), unedited a/n: john mayer song that's kind of an easter egg, and a poem at the end by someone called s.b.,,, also you don't have to read the spinoff to read this one :) but it does take place in the same universe/timeline.

You never were one for smoking. Your mother always told you it would increase risk of cancer, and in turn, death. But now the world is ending, and your mom hasn't been home in a few days. So, you smoke.

The convenience store you work at doesn't have many packs left. Your manager has some stupid rule about rationing stock now that delivery truck drivers are quitting at a rapid rate. They don't want to be stuck on the freeway when the meteor hits. Which makes sense to you, but it's all your bitter manager seems to complain about.

You take a pack out from behind the clear screen and extract a stick. You're in the middle of lighting it with a lighter that most certainly isn't yours when a wide-eyed boy appears in front of the counter. He dumps a basket full of snacks onto the register, followed by a plethora of hygienic products.

"You worried we'll run out?" You try to joke. Really, this is a small town, and your store is the biggest one in town (which isn't saying much at all.) It's completely possible.

The boy shrugs. "I'm gonna hit the road before everything goes down. I don't want to be here if a riot starts. Also, I want to find my soulmate."

"Don't we all?" You say, blowing smoke out of your mouth.

The boy coughs and gives you a short glare. "Something to look forward to, at least."

You throw the still-lit cigarette across the store. Part of you hopes it will catch on something and burn the store to the ground. But it goes out on the cold linoleum floor. You look at the boy again. "I'll give you all of this for free if you let me come with you."

(Mark isn't sure why he chooses a road trip in the first place. It's not like his beat up old van can outrun the end of the world. Maybe deep down, he hopes it can.

He also isn't sure why he's let you tag along, save for the fact that he really needs to stock up on food, just in case. And he's also lonely. Maybe talking to someone will calm his restless soul.)

-

Mark has a giant van. There's a mattress in the back, complete with a blanket and pillow. He tosses his groceries in the back and clumsily shoves the key in the ignition. "Are you sure about this? I'm going across the country."

You light another cigarette. Five packs stolen from your store sit in his glove compartment. "We have what? A week left? I have nowhere better to be."

He takes this answer and begins to drive. The radio is staticky, but you can make out the preacher's message of salvation in the last days. You wonder if it gives the boy comfort. It gives you anxiety, so you take a long drag and focus on the weird way the cigarette smoke warms your mouth. "I'm Y/n, by the way."

"I'm Mark." He turns down the radio. "I'm pretty sure my soulmate is in California, based on my tattoo."

"Okay," you say, because you really don't care. You haven't believed in soulmates since your parents got divorced. You throw the cigarette out of the window and try not to think about the way your moon tattoo burns against your collarbones. "Does your tattoo say California or something?"

"No, it's just a sun."

You want to call him dumb. Or stupid. Or an idiot. "California isn't the only place on earth with a sun, you know. And apart from that, it's a huge state. How are you gonna find your soulmate in a week?"

Mark takes an anxious sip of his gas station slushee. "I know it's stupid, okay? But I feel drawn there, so it's my only shot."

You lower the sun visor and grab the pair of aviators that are hooked onto it. "Well I feel drawn to the sea, so let's go to the beach first."

(Mark wants to tell you that he knows he won't find his soulmate. His soulmate is probably dead with the rest of the world that got caught in the atmosphere change. His soulmate is probably farther than California, but for some reason the state is stuck in his mind.

He remembers his aunt's beach house. Solar generators for electricity and water. A familiar place to stay in the end. But for now, he wants to take his chances on the road. He doesn't want to be dormant, and he knows you don't either.)

-

Mark hits Oregon at three in the morning. He nods off once and veers into the side of the highway before you finally convince him to pull over for the night.

He parks at a truck stop and the two of you take showers, using what products you and Mark bought (stole). You use more than you need. Shampoo gets in your eyes.

Your eyes are still burning when you meet up with Mark at the van. He's already asleep, an open bag of chips beside him. He must've been too tired to even eat.

The back of the van is covered in those battery-powered clip-on fans from the mall kiosks. Mark told you earlier that he had bought them on sale. You had asked earlier why he hadn't just stolen them.

He told you he believes in heaven, and doesn't want to hurt his chances of getting there. You told him you don't think good works matter anymore.

You eat the chips and fall asleep beside him, ignoring him as he mumbles random phrases in his sleep.

(Mark lays down on the mattress. The van is hot, even with the windows cracked, even with the cheap fans, so Mark feels his skin beginning to get sticky with sweat. He doesn't want to eat. He doesn't want to sleep. He doesn't want to breathe in this foggy air and think about the inevitable.

He wishes you would just come out of the shower and join him. He waits for what seems like ages, until he's too worn out to keep his eyes open. He falls into a restless sleep, not noticing the way the mattress dips when you join him.)

-

"My dad was a mafia boss," you say, spitting a sunflower seed shell onto the dashboard. The Clash is playing from Mark's radio, and the station wavers in and out as you drive across state lines.

"Really?" You've found that Mark's eyes grow obnoxiously big when he's surprised about something. His mouth forms a little 'o' shape and his voice grows softer. It's adorable, so you make it your mission to surprise him as much as you can. That, and road trips are pretty boring when the world is ending.

"No."

"Come on!" Mark pouts. You can see it in your peripheral vision. "Stop lying to me. I bet your dad doesn't even have a cool job."

"Guess then," you taunt. "By the way, we passed the California-Oregon state line like, five minutes ago."

Mark gasps and rolls down the window, looking back towards the passing highway, as if the sign is going to still be there. "I can't believe I missed it! This could be it. This is where we find our soulmates."

You spit out another shell. "I'm hoping my soulmate's name is Long Beach because that's where I'm going."

"Let's stay together," Mark says. He's biting his thumbnail, eyes towards the empty road in front of him. "I don't know how many more of us will be left."

You want to correct him and say that there are plenty of people left, and yet you know that a lot of people took the pill. Or got sick. Or killed in a raid. Funny, a meteor is scheduled to hit the earth and people decide to leave early. Or they lose their humanity entirely, and take people out with them. Truthfully, there aren't many people left at all.

"Okay," you say. Your eyes stay on his face a little longer than necessary. You take note of his wide, innocent eyes and wonder if he even understands what's happening. Or maybe he just looks like that. But really, all it does is make you want to protect him from the inevitable.

Maybe there's a secret spaceship you can hide him in, and he can start a new, albeit solitary, life on the moon.

You'd never make it to Area 51 in time. That's where they keep the spaceships, right?

(Mark doesn't know how to tell you that he doesn't even care about this stupid soulmate thing. He just doesn't want to be alone. He doesn't want to say that, because it means he has to vocally admit that he is alone. Truly. Not by choice.

He was out of town when his family got the flu. The atmosphere got too much. Whatever sickness killed and left as soon as it came, took them too. And he had to go. He had to get out, as far away from the east coast as he could. So he decided on the west coast. And then he decided on you.)

-

"Let's get our tan on!" You joke. The clouds are heavy and dark above the water. It looks like the sky and the water are becoming one, however slowly or quickly. You grab Mark's elbow and pull him towards the sea.

The waves roar against the silence of the land. There's a family down the ways, barely noticeable under the pier. You watch a seagull fly down towards the family and steal something. The little girl shrieks, but you don't know if it's in excitement or fear.

The beach is distractedly empty. No people — save those already mentioned — are anywhere to be seen. There's debris everywhere: old umbrellas, coolers, and towels are half-buried in the sand.

The tide is coming in higher (something the news channel probably warned about) and for some reason, it makes the world feel incredibly small.

Mark has already got his legs in the water. It's lapping at his clothed jeans, but he doesn't seem to mind. His back is turned to you. He's facing the horizon, still and silent.

You hate to ruin this for him, but as the mood grows more dismal, you want to lighten it.

You sneak up behind Mark and jump on his back. Your weight catches him off guard, and the two of you plummet into the cloudy water. Mark yelps when the water hits his torso. You fall in after him and grip his shoulders. Closing your eyes tight, you hold you breath and lift your face above the surface. "Feel refreshed?"

Mark coughs. He rubs his eyes, wincing when the salt reaches beneath his lids. "Why would you do that?"

"It's fun," you say.

Mark begins swimming into the deep water. He looks a bit like a lost child, doggy paddling in the vast sea. He grins, and his lips are a bit lopsided. You notice his cheeks grow hollow when he smiles. "You scared me, Y/n."

The sentence ends timidly, like he isn't sure if he's allowed to say your name out loud. But you like it. It's hesitant and soft; loud because it's the only word spoken for miles; quiet because it's Mark. You wonder briefly how to get him to say your name again.

The two of you swim until you can't touch the sandy floor below you anymore. Mark holds his own, but you struggle a bit. "They were right about the tide getting stronger."

"Here," Mark swims over to you and wraps his arm around your waist. "Stay close to me."

Something akin to reticence settles against the wall of your skull like the numb reminder that this is all very weird. Mark is a stranger, and you're cross-country with only him. It bothers you that your mind is already growing attached; your heart already growing attracted. This is the last thing you need to happen during your last days on this literal godforsaken earth.

You swim back to the shore first and lie on the sand. It clings to your wet skin. The tide laps at your feet. The sun is going down, and the air feels overwhelmingly muggy. You close your eyes.

(Mark thinks about the waves. He thinks about the frequency of your voice when he splashes you. He thinks of how your smile seems even prettier at this time of day. He thinks about the way you pulled back when he asked you to stay. While he knows this isn't exactly the time to fall for someone, he can't help but feel like he's starting to.

He watches you fall asleep in the sand. Your cheeks are red. Your eyelashes flutter against the tops of your cheeks. Your lips are chapped. Mark finds that he wouldn't mind kissing you. Or just simply being by your side.

For a few solitary moments, he doesn't even think about the end. Just the now.)

-

It feels like you blinked, but when you reopen your eyes you find that time has certainly gone by. Mark is sitting a ways away, stoking a makeshift fire.

"I was a Cub Scout," he says.

"I need a smoke." You go back to the van and pull out a pack and a lighter. Your brain feels fuzzy from having fallen asleep on the beach, and your back itches from the sand that has scratched its way down your shirt. To distract yourself, you lean against the van and take a drag; look up towards the sky.

It's a dark reddish black, some ominous code that the world is definitely coming to an end. Clouds swirl hazily against each other and you can see that a storm seems to be forming over the ocean. Months ago this would've been beautiful. An instagram-worthy shot, a coffee pot topic, and nothing more.

Right now it sends a chill down your spine.

You drop the cigarette and head back to where Mark is sitting. He has some kind of pot out over the fire, and what looks like a can of soup inside. The can itself is tucked neatly in the little box Mark has beside him. You wonder why he cares so much about a planet that's already dead. "Thanks. For, uh dinner."

"Yeah," Mark clears his throat and shifts in the sand. "That's what friends are for."

"We're friends now?" You raise your brow at Mark while he hands you a bowl of soup along with a spoon.

"I sure hope so," Mark quips. "I don't make soup for just anybody."

You laugh at that. Your heart stirs in excitement. Your stomach growls, so you ignore the heaviness in your chest and take a bite of your soup.

That night you fall asleep with a belly full of food and sand down your shorts. It's half-ideal, half-hell, but Mark gives you a hug before the two of you tuck in, so it's okay.

(Mark wants to say that he wishes the two of you were friends a lot sooner, but that would be weird. He's only known you for like, three days. Maybe he's delirious.

But he gives you a hug before you fall asleep anyway. He hopes you can't hear how fast his heart is beating. It's stupid anyway, he thinks.)

-

Four days left. Give or take. You aren't completely sure to be honest, and that brings on an entire onslaught of horror that you've never really felt before. There's something so terrifying about this whole thing. It's like you've knocked on Death's door, and you have no idea when he's actually going to open it.

Mark hides it well. He drives the two of you down to Hollywood Boulevard.

It's trashed. What was once the walk of fame is now defaced with graffiti, food, trash, and what looks like human feces. You throw up in the fake bushes and Mark pats your back while you do.

"Guess I won't get my picture with Kermit the Frog then," you joke.

Mark's eyes suddenly widen. He grabs his backpack straps. "There's a Kermit the Frog star?"

"Yeah," you laugh at Mark's expression. "My aunt was obsessed with The Muppets. She had a laminated picture of the star in her sewing room."

Mark bites his lip and averts his eyes. "I have a Polaroid. Not much film, but we might could get a few pictures."

The stars have to be cleared first. Mark comes up with the idea to sneak into one of the restaurants nearby and using their cleaning supplies. And since you have all day and nothing to lose, you agree.

The thing about a large and empty place like Hollywood Boulevard, is that every shadow feels like a threat. Memories of dystopian movies come flooding through your memories when Mark hands you a giant broom. You wonder if some evil man with a god complex is going to come and kidnap you both.

But the only people the two of you ever see is a man in a small shop that looks like it contains weed.

You and Mark sweep away as much debris as you can, while avoiding anything that came out of a human body. The graffiti covers a lot of the stars, but after a few hours of walking and sweeping, the two of you find it.

"Kermit," Mark breathes a side of relief before laughing out loud. His laugh is stark against the silence.

You join him anyway. "I can't believe we found Kermit! My aunt would be so jealous right now."

"Your aunt sounds weird," Mark says, no real bite to his remark.

"She is," you confirm. "She's up in Maine somewhere. At least, you know, last I heard."

Mark senses the change in tone and drops his backpack to the ground. He pulls out a baby pink Polaroid camera. He points it at you. "Say cheese, Y/n."

There's your name on his tongue again. That sound itself has you beaming as you lean against the brooms long handle and cock your head to the side. The camera clicks.

Mark takes out the picture and shakes it before he looks at it. "Cute," he says casually, then he tucks it in his shirt pocket.

"I want to see it," you say. You hope that if you don't acknowledge the warmth in your cheeks, Mark won't either.

"Too bad." He sticks his tongue out at you. And before you can retort, he squats down beside the star. "Okay, let's get a picture of this bad boy."

You squat down too. You match Mark's peace sign and smile in the direction of the lens. The camera clicks.

Nothing comes out. "Shit," Mark mumbles to himself. "I guess I had a lot less film than I thought."

You're about to apologize, feeling like maybe you should've put up a bigger fight when he offered to take your picture.

Mark seems to read your mind. That, or he's just too nice for his own good. He pats his shirt pocket and gives you a generous smile. "Worth it, though."

The sky is getting progressively darker as the two of you walk around, occasionally pointing at places you would've liked to go, had the circumstances been different.

You both eat from snacks you find in a convenience store. You take the rest and leave it in the truck. "What should we do now?" Mark asks.

The light from the store across the street flickers. You look at the neon leaf and then back to Mark. "Have you ever gotten high?"

(Mark has gotten high before, and he tells you so. What he doesn't tell you is that the picture in his pocket is getting heavier as the seconds pass. What he doesn't tell you is that this picture may be the only evidence left of you in a few days. Maybe it will disappear with the rest of them. Mark briefly wonders if a fireproof box would work against the end of the world, and whatever that entails.

He wants to tell you that he would immortalize you in a million different pictures if he could. He would show the dying world a million different ways to breathe again.

Instead, he only nods his head. "Yeah, but it's always fun to do again.")

-

You're positive it's the fact that you've taken one too many hits of whatever joint that weed guy rolled up for you. 'Said it was his best; he was saving it for something special. Since the world is going to hell, he shared it with you.

And now you're in the bed of Mark's van, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the way Mark's lips wrap around the joint. He has a really pretty mouth, you realize, and you want to say it out loud but something heavier takes hold of your chest and you bury it down with all of your other fears and revelations.

Mark coughs. Puffs of smoke blow out into the hot van, and he winces at the smell. "Didn't the guy say this was the special stuff? Why does it still stink?"

You take the joint from him and package it up, hoping to save it for another day (or maybe you just don't want to get so high that you can't focus on Mark's face.)

Mark scrunches his nose and leans back against the cool window of the van. "We should sleep outside tonight. It's too hot in here."

"Under the stars?" you ask. You feel your heartbeat pick up, but it falls just as quickly, and you settle back into the blankets. "Don't wanna move."

"I'll move you," Mark says, a mere whisper against your right side.

You watch him open the trunk. He hops out. "Come on, Y/n. Take my hand."

His hand is warm and calloused and rough and you want to ask him if he can actually play that guitar in the back of his van or if it's just for show. Mark lets you sit on the concrete of the pier. It's warm beneath your skin. Mark parked the van right against the pier, so the two of you could sleep right next to the edge.

While you hang your legs off of the edge, Mark drags the mattress out and pushes it right up to the railing. "Didn't peg you for a stoner."

You grab the blanket he throws at you and lie down on the mattress. "I'm not," you say, no bark to your words. "You're just better at it than me."

"At smoking?" Mark laughs. "I only took one hit. You took, like, four."

"So?" You pout and refuse to return his stare. Instead you try to focus on the stars, and the way their alignments seem off. You wonder if it's the end of the world, or if it's just the weed. "I wish we had more time."

The candor in your voice causes Mark to finally settle down. He lays down. His shoulder brushes against yours, and when his fingers twitch, his knuckles touch yours. It stirs up a gentle longing in your heart. What might be. What never was. You turn to face Mark. "We haven't found your soulmate, yet."

Mark lets out a shaky breath. Something between a gasp and a sigh. He blinks, looks at you like he's indulging, and blinks again. "I don't know if I want to."

(He knows he doesn't want to. Hasn't for a long time now. But your innocent worry has him thinking. Has him wondering how much a soulmate is worth in the end.

He thinks of how you let your guard down when you're high. He thinks of the jolt of electricity that zips down his arm when your fingers touch his. He thinks of your face, so close to his and yet he's so, so afraid of leaning in. Or letting go. Or scaring you away.

Mark doesn't have to find his soulmate. There's no time, and no lead. He thinks that he'd be disappointed anyway.

At the end of all things, he thinks he'd just rather be with you.)

-

"Where'd you even learn how to siphon gas?" you cough. The air is growing thinner. An estimate of three or four days left, and the air is beginning to fall against the atmosphere like a weighted blanket. Ash and dust rise from the ground, and you keep a bandanna around your nose most of the time.

Mark spits gasoline out of his mouth and shoves the nozzle into his van. "Cub Scouts, remember?"

"Who knew Cub Scouts would prepare you for the end of the world." You kick the van's back tire.

Mark lifts his own red bandanna around his mouth. His jeans are scuffed up from the dirt and grime of the gas station, but the fact that he keeps his shirt tucked in and fastened with a belt is more endearing than it needs to be.

"Too bad I never earned my saving-the-world badge, right?" Mark chuckles. A sad silence follows.

You slip into the passenger seat beside Mark and place your hand over his as soon as it's placed on the gear shift. "What did you want to be? Before the news?"

Mark opens his mouth. Then closes it, laughs to himself and shakes his head. "It's stupid."

"It can't be stupid," you say. "Nothing you like is stupid."

Mark's neck flushes red. "I, uh, want to be a rapper."

"Still?" you whisper.

"Is that pathetic? To pretend the world isn't ending?" Mark lets himself glance at you for a solemn moment.

"I don't think so," you say. "If I've learned anything from you at all, Mark Lee, it's that you're full of hope. That's not pathetic at all."

Mark flips his hand over so that your fingers intertwine with his. "Thanks. You, uh... You've taught me a lot of things too."

"Like what?" You lift your feet onto the dash and squeeze Mark's hand.

"I don't want to say right now."

"Okay." You pull his hand into your lap and run your fingertips over his calloused palms. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you this, but do you play guitar?"

"Yeah," Mark turns down a neighborhood of beach houses. "Remind me to play for you sometime."

(Mark likes the way you touch him first. He likes that you let him hold your hand. He likes that you pull his hand into your lap. He feels so much peace that for a brief moment, he thinks that if the world were to end right now, off-schedule, he'd be okay with it. He doesn't know how to tell you that you're teaching him to be okay with the end. He doesn't know how to tell you that he finds forever in these small moments with you.)

-

Mark takes you to his aunt's empty beach house and the two of you move your stuff in. He finds the solar generator, and the two of you take showers for what seems like the first time in awhile. You don't feel like wearing anything, welcoming the generated AC. But, out of respect for Mark, you adorn undergarments and a large t-shirt stolen from his "clean" suitcase. (He has a "clean" suitcase and a "dirty" suitcase, which is another thing you really admire about Mark.)

When you come out of the shower, towel around your neck, Mark is sitting on the corner of the bed. His own towel has been thrown over the window-side wicker chair, covering a starfish pillow.

What startles you is the fact that he isn't wearing a shirt; only a pair of black sweatpants. A pair of glasses you've never seen before are perched atop his nose. They slip down every time he looks towards the neck of his guitar. He strums out a sour chord and scrunches his nose. "Ah," he shakes his head at the instrument. "She needs a good tuning."

You're drying your hands with your towel, eyes hazy and focused on the way Mark's bare shoulders tense every time he strums a particularly bad chord.

Mark Lee is really pretty. His black hair is still damp, and a few droplets fall onto his cheeks. "Here," you rush out, not wanting another distraction in his favor. "Let me dry your hair. You'll get a cold."

Mark sets the guitar aside and you stand between his legs. "What song should I play for you?" He closes one eye and peers up at you with a close-lipped smile.

You hum. Toss the towel over his face so he won't notice how warm your face is getting. You dry his hair off with a few massages. "What's the one that makes you most happy?"

"I dunno," Mark says. "I like Come Back To Bed."

"Then sing that one to me." You toss the towel to the floor. For a moment, you wonder what it would feel like to run your hand through his hair. After all, you did just dry his hair, which is kind of an intimate thing already. But maybe touching it would be crossing the line. Maybe reaching out to tuck that stray hair back behind his ear would reveal too much. Unravel what you've been trying not to show.

But the world is ending, so it's time to have courage. You swallow your fear and reach out. When you run your fingers through his soft hair, Mark sighs in content. "That feels nice."

"Y-Yeah?" you say, because anything else would come out as a squeak.

Mark's eyes are closed. He leans into your touch and when your hand trails down the side of his face, behind his ear, he places a kiss against your inner wrist. "Yeah," he says, breath hot on your skin. "I'm... I'm glad I went into that convenience store a few days ago."

"Me too." You sense the mood drifting, so you sit beside Mark and pat his guitar. "Now play me something."

Mark nods, a big dazed. He picks up his guitar and begins to sing to you, and you think his voice sounds like the hope of a new dawn.

(Mark wants to bottle up the color of your blushing cheeks and paint the sky. He wants to hold you close to him and kiss you breathless. He wants to say so much more than he does.)

-

Mark makes eggs. You make waffles. They're both a little burnt, but they're made with love, so it's fine. You eat as much as you can, tired of all the convenience store food. "Thank God for your aunt's well-stocked, solar-powered beach house."

Mark giggles. "You know, she was gonna sell it later this year. She wanted to move to the mountains."

"I'm glad she didn't," you say. "This isn't a bad place for... you know."

Mark blinks. Solemnity drowns his face. "She rented a cabin in the mountains. Didn't want to die in the city she was born in. This was the best place I could think of for the end."

"Do you think it will hurt?" You don't want to ask, because it's such a dismal concern. However, you wonder if you're the only one worried about your last moments.

Mark shakes his head. "I think it will be very quick. Like a sneeze."

(Mark wants to say that he's terrified of a slow death. Or dying before you. Of having to watch you die, or leave you alone in this world. He wants to say that he's scared to death and every step feels like a closer one to the grave.

He thinks of telling you, but what difference would it make?)

-

That night after your shower, you find Mark in the kitchen, washing the dishes. "You don't have to do those, you know."

You wrap your arms around Mark's waist, and as soon as you make contact, he shudders. His body slumps against the sink and he hiccups a sob. "I'm scared, Y/n."

"Mark..." you turn him around as gently as you can and pull him into your embrace. "It's okay. It's going to be okay."

"Times almost up," he chokes. "We don't know if it will happen tonight or tomorrow– and I don't want to leave you."

He lifts his head from your shoulder and presses his forehead against yours. It feels a bit like the way a cat might ask for a scratch. But it feels more like Mark wanting to be as close to you as he can. From here, you can see his wide eyes magnified from tears. He sniffs.

You bump your nose against his and shift your hands up to his shoulders. "Mark, I think I love you. I know it's too soon, but we don't really have much time anyways, so I thought I should tell you. I know now isn't a good time, and I'm probably being extremely selfish for saying it while you're crying–"

"You're not," Mark blurts just before he kisses you.

He holds your face in his hands and pulls you against him. His lips are soft and smooth against your chapped ones and you like the way his breathing gets heavier when you reach up and twirl your fingers through his hair. "I love you too."

His hands shift to your waist. He backs you up until you hit the counter's edge. "Jump," he mumbles against your mouth.

You jump onto the counter and wrap your legs around Mark's middle, pulling him flush against you as you go to kiss him again.

He kisses bites your bottom lip and when you gasp at the pain, he leans back to smirk at you. The look on his face makes you want to either slap him or melt into his touch. You choose the latter, leaning back as his lips begin to trail down your jaw. "I don't ever want to let you go."

"Then don't," you say.

(Mark thinks having sex and making love are two different things. He thinks your pink shorts look really pretty against the color of your skin. He thinks of the sounds you make, and the softness of your stomach. He thinks of purple marks on your thighs and the way you say his name like it's worth something. Like it means something. He thinks of looking into your eyes and telling you that he loves you. He thinks of kissing your lips and your neck and your chest and your hips. He thinks of you trembling against him. He thinks of cleaning you up and pulling his hoodie over your tired form. He thinks of kissing your forehead and falling asleep to the sound of your heart.

He thinks of the stain glass picture his aunt has in her kitchen right above the sink. A poem about the sun and the moon. A picture of the two kissing. The words ring like an anthem in his head. He thinks maybe soulmates always find each other in the end.)

-

It happens in the night. You get up to get a drink of water. Your legs are sore but your heart feels warm.

You take small sips in front of the sink and look out of the window. The clouds are dark and red again, but you're distracted by a little hanging picture suctioned to the pane. It's a stain glass picture, painted gaudy blue and gold. You can see the vivid picture of the sun and the moon, fitting against each other like missing puzzle pieces. There's a poem painted in messy scrawl, but you make out the words easily enough.

Tell me what is more beautiful;

The sky seems to get closer.

How the moon lets the sun shine throughout the day.

The air seems to get warmer.

Or the way the sun lets the moon glimmer at night.

The sky darkens, and you close your eyes. You think of Mark alone in the bed and hope he won't wake. You hope he won't know that he has to go alone. You want to run to him, but you know this is nothing but a second on earth, and you're all out of time.

(Mark wakes up when his skin feels like it's scalding. He sits up and notices that you aren't beside him. You're gone, and he knows it's the end, and he knows he'll never see you again, and the thought claws it's way down his throat and breaks his heart from the inside out. And he's all out of time.)

[anothermrvictormoron]

Hey guys i've just finished this little headcon about Gavin and Victor that has been on my mind for a long time. Enjoy it ^^

When Victor/Gavin is coming home after work finding MC making Tiktoks

Victor:

+ Victor is at LFG for a meeting while you're at home all by yourself

+ Althought Victor had told you that you're not allowed to cook something on your own you're making some cookies to kill time and to surprise him *not only with a completely messed up kitchen*

+ So you go get the ingredients, mix them in a bowl to get the dough, form the cookies and you put them in the oven ect

+"Hm...What now?"

+ You decide to check your Instagram and find some videos from Kiro where he makes some kind of choreography to a short soundtrack in the background

+ "Huh...What's that? Tiktok?" *feeling like Victor when he got to know modern language*

+ You think they're really funny and that you want to make that too

+ You decide to download Tiktok althought you first have to figure out what you exactly have to do

+ As you get everything and watched some Tiktoks from other people you're looking for a soundtrack to dance to

+ The song "Boss Bitch" by Doja Cat caught your eyes immediately

+ You watch some Tiktoks with this trend to figure out a choreography

+ You try and fail but you don't give up so easily *thanks to Victor*

+ While you're trying to make your Tiktok Victor enters your apartment with some groceries to cook you something very delicious *not only your pudding*

+ Gets alarmed as he sees smoke coming out of the kitchen

+ It dawns on him

+ "MC?" Running into the kitchen to find the cause of the smoke *but ofc he's worried sick about you althought he wouldn't admit it*

+ You were surprised to hear Victor voice *why is he home yet?*

+ You finally notice the smoke coming out of the kitchen "OH NO MY COOKIES!!" also running in the kitchen with your smartphone in your hand to call the fire fighters if needed

+ Gladly you see Victor taking care of the burnt cookies like a real man while opening the window *damn I would nearly give everything to see him so stressed like that*

+ After things were under Victors controll again he glares at you *ohoh*

+ "Idiot! How many time do i have to tell you not to cook or bake when I'm not around! Also look at this mess! Can't you take care of such easy things?"

+ Silently hearing him out while being embarrassed "I-I'm sorry i forgot the time an-"

+ Victor, interrupting you immediately "What? What where you doing to forget the fact that u've put something in the oven?"

+ While getting more and more embarrassed you show him what you were doing "Uhm I've found this app where you have to dance to a soundtrack. It's called Tiktok. I thought it would be fun so I tried it out. Here, have a look at it."

+ Victor furrows his brow as u show him that Tiktok of you *Tiktok? Whats that?*

+ "Dummy..." looking at you "Don't do this again, you heard me? If you want to bake something tell me."

+ You nod as you take your phone away "Got it but Victor...would you maybe want to do some with me?"

+ "You really think that you're in the position to make any demands now? Take a wet towel so that we can clean this mess up u've made or else I won't be able to cook dinner."

+ You just need to hear the word "dinner" to speed off to go get a wet towel "On my way, Mr. Li!"

+ Whispering under his breath while maybe parting his lips for a little smile "Dummy...don't make me worry like this again."

Gavin:

+ Gavin is gone because of some sort of mission so MC tries her best not to worry about him that much *but she does*

+ "I hope that he is ok..."

+ You try to figure out something let ur thoughts drift off from that sensitive subject

+ You scroll through your phone for your game apps but you have played them so many times that you get bored just at the sight of them

+"Boring..."

+ You find Tiktok on your phone

+ You have heard about this app but never actually tried it out so you look through some Tiktoks to figure out what you have to do

+ "Alright! I just have to try!"

+ You're looking for a specific soundtrack while you're trying to keep the movements in your mind

+ "What a man gotta do?" - Jonas Brothers

+  You're starting your Tiktok but you need a few tries to remind the choreography u want to do

+ As you tried ur luck over and over again u don't recognise that Gavin enteres the flat

+ He calls you but doesn't get an answer *immediately alarmed bc you're always coming to the front door to greet him**yes he does actually uses doors*

+ He starts to worry and is just about to enter the living room has he spots you dancing in the middle of the room to some random music

+ "Huh?" Standing in the door frame while watching you pretty interested *little stalker*

+ If you just could see him now! Getting flustered while his cheeks turn slightly pink as he watches you enjoying yourself

+ As you turn around you catch Gavin peeking at you. You stumble bc you don't watch your step and you're about to fall as a certain someone is fast enough to catch you while your smartphone is still recording

+ Flustered you lay your arms around his neck to press your face against his shoulder as he looked at your phone that has finally stopped recording

+ "Are you hurt? What were you doing here anyway?"

+ Embarrassed you explain him what you were doing as you cuddle him because you are also glad that he's finally home

+ Holding you tight as he takes your phone to look at your Tiktok and thinks it's actually pretty cute *especially the part where he catches you*

+ Taking the phone from him away to look at the Tiktok by yourself and you think the same way as he does

+ "It's reealllly cute and I promise that I won't publish it! I'll save it to my private tiktoks! But would you do some more with me?"

+ Gavin is kinda surprised by your request but because he loves you so much he doesn't say no althought he doesn't know what to do *being a bit helpless but that's okkk*

+ You explain everything to him and you're doing some Tiktoks together *they turn out a bit messy but they're just for u two so it doesn't really matter*

+ They're all awesome and you are very happy as you two look through them

+ Seing u smile is his biggest treasure

+ "We couldn't have done it better!"

+ Pulling you into a sweet kiss while being a bit exhausted *You had to repeat some Tiktoks because you didn't liked them*

+ "If you want we can do that more often. If this uhm how is it called again? Ah Tiktok..uhm makes you happy, I'm happy."

[lesberrian]

My new bsd OC with a story coming soon

so i used picrew for the reference bc im too lazy to draw rn so the link is https://picrew.me/image_maker/43383

Anyways here she is

more info below cut

Name: Mary Ann Evens

Undercover name: George Evens

Hair: Black boy cut with bangs pulled back and several decorations

Eyes: pink

Height: 5’5

Age: 15

DOB: November 22

Likes: Cute soft things, pulling pranks, sweets, fashion, and being free to do as she pleases

Dislikes: being compared to her younger self, sour and bitter things, kunikida keeping her on time, old guys

Ability: Silas Marner

Reference: “Silas Marner” by George Evens

Occupation: undercover agent, detective, agency negotiator

Affiliation: Armed Detective Agency

Personality

Mary tends to be very childish most of the time due to her lack of childhood. She is often seen with candy or a stuffed animal in her backpack on many occasions. With being an undercover agent, Mary has learned how to move quickly and lie out of any situation. She uses her speed to leave things for the members of the ADA, who she considers her family.

Her lying skills have made her very fond of pranks as well. They’re never big or over the top but more of small inconveniences. Even if they know it was her they will sometimes doubt it after listening to her lies. Mary’s lies and manipulation also got her the spot as the agency negotiator who deals with the aftermath of anything gone wrong.

Growing up alone left her desperate for attention so there is never a moment where she is alone and not with someone. After her sickness as a child, she’s not as confident in her ability as she used to be since it’s not the same anymore. She is often with Kenji or talking to Naomi and her brother since she’s closest in age to them but also likes going on cases with Ranpo and getting to ride the trains.

When Mary first joined, she stayed near Yosano the most and followed her everywhere she went. They formed a sister-like relationship and often go on shopping trips together making someone else from the agency carry their bags.

Ability

Silas Marner lets her copy anything about a person except for physical appearance by touching them. Her ability got weaker after her illness at 12 which almost killed her. Her ability was close to her current one but stronger. As a child, she could completely transform into someone and choose what traits to keep. Now, when she touches someone and uses her ability, a golden glow will appear on her hands. To use her ability she needs to know what she wants to copy first. Mary is also able to copy abilities. Dazai’s is the only one so far she can not copy because of how his ability works

Skills

Mary is very quick on her feet and uses her agility to fight most of the time. She has a decent amount of strength she avoids showing to use as George Elliot. When fighting she grabs whatever near her whether it’s a plank of wood or a metal pole to fight. She goes for quick attacks that the enemy can’t keep up with.

Background

As a child, her parents knew of her ability after playing with a neighborhood kid and transformed into him. After convincing the boy and his parents that was fake they move far away to Japan. Her mother had family and knew there was a place for people with abilities. At age 10, Mary Ann Evens was left alone in front of the Armed detective agency. When she wandered in she first met Ranpo who was playing with a marble.

After being brought into the agency she quickly became close to Yosano first. She spent every minute she could following her around and trying to talk to her. Yosano let her as long as she helped carry her bags as well as the other poor soul who got dragged with them.

The first two years working at the ADA were fun for Mary. She got to go undercover as an adult because she could transform into them. When not working she got to wander around the city with a small amount of money as a “paycheck” and spend it.

While on a mission not long after turning 12, she was directly hit with a poisonous bomb that got into her blood and her lungs. She spent every day in the hospital and was in a coma for the first two months while she healed. After waking up she had to stay for another two months before being realized. She was so weak for the first part of healing that most thought she lost her ability. When Mary could finally get around on her own she started working on her ability.

When she realized the difference she cried. She couldn’t eat for a week and stayed in her room. It took Yosano counseling her to even get Mary to accept it. First, Yosano had her create a character to play when undercover so she won’t feel like her old ability is completely gone. By the end of the year, Mary had finally come to terms with her new ability and now was also “George Elliot” a young teen boy who takes business from everyone and works whatever position they need him to.

As Mary grew up, so did George. She made sure there were almost no similarities between them and developed his character and the way he acted. She even managed to get down the masculine voice she wanted. Currently, she and George are so different with the exception of height and hair she would be surprised if someone made the connection

Cool right? Now you get to read ab what George Eliot is like

Name: George Elliot

height: 5’5

Hair: messy black hair with eyes covering his eyes

Eyes: dark blue (contacts)

Age: 16

DOB: October 23

Likes: shiny things, well-timed humor, animals,

Dislikes: sudden loud sounds, uptight people

Ability: none

Occupation: agent

Affiliation: none

Personality

Doesn’t talk much but when he does it’s almost always a joke or sarcastic remark. George hates serious topics where the mood is down and will grow bored and stop paying attention. Not much is known about his personality but many describe him as odd since he’s always messing around with shiny things, like a crow. People also say he has a soft spot for animals and they also like him.

At some points, George has even had birds hang out on his shoulder or stray animals follow him around. On one occasion, the stray dog he fed helped him when he was in a fight.

Skills

In the few instances he has to fight, George is shown to be very well trained in hand to hand combat and with a knife

Background

George Elliot was abandoned by his parents at a young age and works as an agent doing almost anything for money or a place to stay and eat for a bit. He never talks about his past and claims most of it has been blocked out.

[duker42]

oof angst train. Levi coming back from a horrible expedition, so many lives lost. his s/o gone, according to her squad. they didn't see her get eaten, but there's no sign of her body. he's shattered, bc the love of his life is gone. he wants to cry but doesn't, and he doesn't know how to break the news to little hope that her mother isn't coming home. when he gets to their room, hope instantly knew something was wrong and tried to cheer him up. then she realized that mommy wasn't there-

💜Breaking Down💜

Levi looked down at the ground as he walked, pulling his horse behind him. He didn’t hear the jeers of the crowd, the taunts and insults that were hurled at the Survey Corps as they came back into the walls.

He was covered in blood, the Titan’s blood having long evaporated leaving only the lifeblood of his comrades that had fallen or been wounded left on him. But that wasn’t why he was staring down at the ground, trying not to break down.

Y/N was gone, her squad hadn’t recovered her body, but they all confirmed that she had drown off an Abnormal to safe her comrades and not returned. Levi had questioned every member of her squad, desperate for any clue that she might have made it. But their words sat heavy in his gut, her absence from the rally point telling. His wife was gone.

His heart was broken into a million pieces, the tears he felt inside him refusing to fall. He thought of his daughter, how the hell was he going to tell Hope that her mother was gone? His precious daughter, who loved her mother more than anything was going to be crushed when he told her that Y/N was never going to come back. That she no longer had her mother to look to when her Daddy wasn’t enough.

Levi’s feet plodded on as his mind was occupied with his new reality. He wasn’t aware of anything around him as he followed the trail of Scouts as they made their way through the streets towards Headquarters. His eyes trained on the cobblestone streets, but not really seeing any of it.

When they got through the barricades Levi was vaguely aware of someone taking his horse, taking the reigns from him and murmuring about taking care of him for Levi. He stripped his gear by muscle memory alone, aware that one of his squad had taken it from him as well.

He made his way down the corridors before stopping in front of the door that led to their quarters. His hand shook slightly as he reached for the knob, knowing that things would never be the same once he saw his little girl.

Opening the door slowly, he walked into the rooms that he and Y/N had made a home. The house that Erwin was having built fo them wasn’t completed yet, so they were still in the same three rooms they had been issued when married. The rooms where Hope had been conceived, where they had brought her after being born. The rooms that had been filled with laughter and love and high pitched giggles that made his sullen face light up from smiling at his girls.

Hope was coloring when she looked up to see her Daddy walk into their living room. He had such a bad look on his face, so sad, she knew immediately that something was really wrong. She ran up to him and gave him a funny look that always made him smile.

She looked around him and didn’t see her Mommy behind him. They always came in together when they got back from their missions.

“Daddy? Where’s Mommy?” Hope’s voice quivered slightly.

Levi sank to his knees, reaches out and pulls Hope against him. “She’s gone, baby.....Hope, Mommy’s not coming back.” His voice broke slightly as he told his daughter.

Hope’s tears were immediate, her sobs filling the room as Levi rubs her back and murmurs words of comfort that he hoped was helping. He’s heart was breaking as he listened to his little girl cry her heart out of her mother.

She pulled back after long minutes of hot tears, her sniffles against his ear as she pushed away from him. Her eyes boring into his own and she frowned when she saw that Levi’s eyes were dry.

“Daddy....It’s okay to cry. You need to let out your sadness too. I see it in your eyes.” Hope said, putting her small hand on his cheek.

Levi started, his eyes filling with those held back tears. She sounded exactly like Y/N in that moment. It was something that she would have said to him, had said to him, when he lost his squad to the Female Titan.

He feels his tears slipping down his face as he pulls his daughter close again, his face nestled into her neck as his body shook with the force of his grief. Levi and his daughter clung to one another, father and child comforting each other as their grieved the loss of the most important person in their world.

~~~~~

Levi sighed as Hope curled up on his lap. It had been a horrible week. The first one without Y/N. Hope had experienced nightmares every night, sleeping beside Levi, who hadn’t slept at all. She had clung to him, refusing to let him out of her sight for much longer than to let him go to the bathroom. He hadn’t chastised her, knowing that it was just a reaction to losing her mother.

He stroked her hair idly, her eyes closed peacefully for the moment. He didn’t mind her sleeping on him, it wasn’t like she was getting great sleep at night. He would hold her for as long as she could rest while he worked on his reports.

The door to his office slammed open, Hanji standing there with a shocked look on her face. “Levi!!!! It’s Y/N! She’s ALIVE!” Hanji screamed as she ran over to his desk.

Levi jumped up and hoisted Hope higher in his arms. Hanji had woken her and she had released a sharp cry of “Mommy!”

Levi ran for the opened door, leaving Hanji to follow behind him as he made for the infirmary. His heart pounding in his chest, he clutched Hope as he ran as fast as he could, yelled at soldiers to get out of his way as he sprinted towards his love. He didn’t care what shape she was in, she was alive.

He stopped when he reached the bed where Y/N was laying. She was sun burned and looked like she was dehydrated, but she seemed to be okay. Her arm was in a cast and it seemed like she hadn’t slept the entire time she was outside the walls.

Hope leapt from his arms, landing on Y/N with a happy scream. Y/N’s eyes lit up as she absorbed the impact of their daughter’s body. It obviously hurt her, but she did nothing more than smile as she wrapped her free arm around Hope and pulled her close.

Levi dropped to his knees beside the bed, pressing his head against her chest and listening to her heartbeat, grateful to know that he wasn’t dreaming. She was here, the steady thump of her heart letting him know that they hadn’t lost her.

He couldn’t stop the tears as they sprung into his eyes. He looked up to see Hope and Y/N crying as well. He got to his knees and pulled both his daughter and wife into his arms, happy to be able to experience this again. They were just happy to be breaking down together in relief. Their family was whole again.

**All other stories in this AU are labeled Daddy!Levi -Hope Ackerman**

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[marvels-writings]

A/N: Alright so I think I got what you’re trying to say here but I added a bit more angst than was probably necessary, thanks for the request anon! And this is all post endgame but I edited it so everyone survived bc I didn’t want tony nat and Steve to die so they are all here including vision.

“Hey Tony is bringing in a new member today.” Carol said, taking her seat beside you at the conference table. You, along with many other avengers were lounging on the conference table waiting for the announcement that Tony called you to make. This was not exactly what you were expecting but you were happy.

“Any powers?” You asked, slightly bored as you tossed a tennis ball in the air and caught it again.

You’d joined the Avengers a couple of months ago after breaking up with your boyfriend, Mike Stewart. You dated him for some time, but he ended up spending more time working than with you. He worked as a hacker for Tony Stark’s company. You worked as a SHIELD agent with Maria Hill. It just didn’t work out.

However, when you came to Avenger’s tower, thanks to Maria’s connections with the Avengers, you met Carol. You liked her from the instant you met her, she became your best friend rather quickly. And soon enough, your girlfriend. She knew about your history with Mike but never questioned your loyalty to her. She knew better than anyone you weren’t the type of person to lie to your girlfriend or boyfriend.

“No he’s as boring as you.” She joked, you threw the tennis ball at her playfully. She caught it immediately and smiled at you.

“He?” You asked as she put the tennis ball on the table.

“Yep, Stark said he’s a hacker, one of the best he’s seen in awhile.” Steve said from across you. You instantly tensed up, hacker, working for Stark, male, could be Mike. You two didn’t end on the best terms.

“Hey it’s probably not him.” Carol said softly, reaching for your hand across the table. “Plus you’re taken anyway.” She said, leaning in and pecking you on the lips as Tony entered with the recruit behind him.

“That’s the first thing Mike is gonna see?” Tony’s voice said from the entrance of the room.

Mike, shit, you thought, breaking apart from Carol instantly. She realized it too as both of you saw him, he stood there with his mouth open as he saw you and Carol kissing.

“Mike?” Steve asked, completely ignoring your interaction with Carol. Tony pushed him forward slightly so everyone could see him.

“Yep, he’s a hacker that worked in my company, damn good too,” Tony gestured for him to speak but he just stuttered, completely losing his usual calm composure.

“Public displays of affection tend to make people very uncomfortable.” Natasha said, smirking at him and the both of you.

“Damn right they do.” Steve said, getting up to shake his hand.

“I’m Steve Rogers.” He said, reaching out his hand. Mike finally seemed to register what was happening. He shook Steve’s hand and put on a smile.

“Mike, Mike Stewart, and I know all of your names.” He said, letting go of Steve’s hand to gesture to everyone else. Steve noticed that you were the Avenger who was still not as well known as the rest of them.

“This is y/n l/-“ Steve tried to introduce you but was cut off.

“Y/n y/l/n, I know.” He said, standing stiffly. Carol held your hand a little tighter, but he noticed and flinched.

“Do you two know each other?” Clint asked, gesturing to the tension between both of you.

“Well it” Mike started but you cut him off.

“Let’s just say we have a history alright?” You said stiffly and almost angrily, causing everyone to send you a quick worried look.

“Me and carol are gonna go watch something, feel free to join us.” You said, heading out of the room and pulling carol behind you.

Everyone knew something was wrong, you were never this stiff. You were always welcoming and overall nice, but this was a side of you none of them had seen before.

“Well you might want to go to your room.” Steve said, walking out and gesturing for Mike to follow him. “Your room is next to mine and on the same floor as Carol and y/n’s room.” He said casually as he walked into the elevator.

“Wait they are living in the same room?” He asked as they walked in.

“Oh no, I mean they are dating and they spend most of their nights in each other’s rooms but.” He pauses and laughed slightly at Mike’s expression and gently put a hand on his shoulder. “Not in that way, they just both have nightmares sometimes.” He said as they got off the elevator.

“Well here’s your room, someone should bring your bags up soon so you might want to get settled, I’m gonna watch the movie with carol and y/n so see you around.” He finished, turning on his heel and leaving.

Mike walked into his room, stunned by the new information. He never knew you were Bi, this was completely unexpected for him.

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You plopped down on the couch with Carol, still stiff from your interaction with Mike earlier. Carol sat back in the corner of the two seater and grabbed the remote. You sat right beside her, almost snuggling into her side.

“Don’t let him get to you.” Carol said as she switched on the TV. “I know you two ended on bad terms but if he gets too annoying you can force stark to kick him out or I can kick him into the next galaxy.” Carol joked and smiled at you.

You laughed lightly and put your head on her shoulder and your arm arm around her waist. She put her arm around your shoulders and gently kissed the top of your head.

“Love you.” You muttered as Carol switched on a movie.

“Love you too.” She replied.

“Alright no more of that.” Tony said, walking in and jumping on the couch cross legged. “What was all that about anyway.?” He asked as the rest of the avengers entered.

“Yeah he seems pretty tense too.” Steve said, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from Tony.

“What’s the ‘history’” Natasha said, making air quotes as she sat down between Steve and Tony.

“Well long story short, we dated for about 3 months and then we broke up on really bad terms about week before I joined the avengers.” You said, summing it up quickly.

“How bad is bad?” Clint asked, plopping down on the couch across from Steve. Bruce joined him as Wanda sat on the bean bag. Vision sat on another bean bag next to Wanda. Sam sat down next to Bucky on the other two seater couch.

“A couple of my plates were broken but otherwise I came out fine.” You joked, everyone gave you a worried look though.

“Who was the one throwing the plates?” Wanda asked, she looked extremely worried for you.

“Both of us,” you said, everyone made a relieved sign and almost laughed a bit despite the seriousness. “We were just too busy Witt our jobs for-“

“For what?” A voice said behind you. You whipped your head around to see Mike, everyone looked as shocked as you. “Sorry i didn’t mean to intrude I was wondering if I could join the movie?” He asked, seeming politer than he actually was. His character now was the complete opposite of the person you’d just referred to.

“Just drag over a chair from the table, I’ll get another bean bag or something later.” Tony said. The living room was a bit small compared to the other rooms but it was homely.

Mike did as he was asked and sat on the chair next to vision. For an Android, vision looked extremely uncomfortable. Since Mike had come in the evening, everyone decided to watch movies until everyone fell asleep. It was a usual move when no one had a mission. If you were being honest, it was almost rare when everyone sat down to watch something.

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After about 3 movies it was 11, most people had gone to bed. Only you, Carol, Sam, Natasha and Mike remained. Sam and nat has moved to the beanbags while mike sat down on the couch Steve was on before.

You were practically lying down on top of carol as you watched the movie. Mike occasionally glanced at both of you, he even tried scowling at you and carol once but Carols death glare prevented him from trying that again.

Carol yawned loudly, you still weren’t really tired but decided that it was about time to go to sleep, you might need the rest for a mission, you never know.

“Well I’m gonna go to bed, Carol wanna come with?” You asked, getting up and stretching while yawning.

“Yeah actually, goodnight everyone.” She said, getting up and taking your hand as you walked to the elevator to get to your floor. You heard mumbles of goodnight as you left.

“I’m gonna crash too, bye.” Mike said, following the two of you out. He stepped in the elevator with the two of you, increasing the tension drastically.

All of you stood awkwardly as Friday took you to your floor. Just as the elevator doors opened, Mike finally broke the silence.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” He said, stepping into the hallway.

“Uh yeah?” You said, stopping in the hallway. Carol crossed her arms as she stood behind you. He seemed to be intimidated by her, but then again, who wouldn’t be.

“Privately, in my room?” He asked, gesturing his thumb towards his room.

“Alright fine, I’ll be back soon.” You said stiffly as you followed him inside. Carol was a bit surprised that you agreed to talk to him. You knew she was going to stand outside until you came out and you didn’t want to stop her.

“Alright so what’s this about?” You asked, you were standing in the middle of his barren room as he closed the door behind him.

“You’re dating Carol? A girl?” He asked, now extremely surprised.

“Yes I am, do you have a problem with that?” You asked in return, crossing your arms.

“Yeah I thought you were straight.” He stated blatantly. “And you know she can’t ever be as good as me right?” He half asked with a cocky smirk on his face.

“No,” you said, his smile widened as he walked towards you, you stepped back instantly. “She’s better than you and I love her more than I could ever have loved you. And we broke up and if it wasn’t clear before, I don’t love you anymore, I never did.” You said, his face turned from a cocky grin into one of anger.

“You cocky bitch.” He said and raised a hand to punch you, forgetting who he was with.

You instantly grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back as carol entered, her face panicked. But you didn’t notice, you were too angry.

“I want you off this compound by tomorrow evening,” you said as he struggled to get his arm free. “If you ARENT, I will personally tak your things out and leave you somewhere you don’t know and can’t find your way back to your pathetic normal life.” You spat into his ear. “Are we clear?” You asked, twisting his arm and causing him to cry out.

“FINE, ILL BE OUT BY MORNING!” He yelled out.

You instantly dropped him from your grip and saw carol leaning against the doorway, the cocky smirk on her face now. You walked towards her but heard him mutter a curse accompanied with lesbians. You didn’t know exactly what it was but it pulled the last straw.

You whirled around and punched him straight into the jaw, causing him to stumble back and hold his face.

“Cmon lets get out of here.” You said, grabbing carols wrist and leaving, slamming the door behind you.

“Now I’m thinking it was mainly you throwing the plates.” She joked, trying to lighten your mood. You laughed slightly as Steve came out of his room looking sleepier than ever.

“I heard someone shouting?” He asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh that was the new recruit begging to leave, I let him leave tomorrow morning.” You said with a smirk on your face.

“She’s lying I heard the whole thing!” You heard bucky’s voice from inside.

“Is Bucky in there with you?” Carol asked, trying to peep in. Steve’s face lit up a bright red and he slammed the door in your face.

You and carol looked at each other and burst out laughing at your situation. You thought Carol looked beautiful laughing, the way her eyes crinkled and the way her smile always made you want to smile she just was the most beautiful person you’d ever met. But all of a sudden, her face turned a bright pink and she stopped laughing.

“I said that out loud didn’t I?” You asked, your face now also a bright red. She nodded her head slightly.

“Did you really mean those things you said in there?” Carol asked, her anxiety started to her the best of her though as she tried not to continue. “Do you really think I’m beautiful? Do you still want to be my girlfriend even though I’m not around a lot? Do you love-“ she was cut off by you pressing your lips against hers.

She kissed back, her anxiety melting away as she wrapped her arms around your waist. Your arms went up to caress her face.

“A thousand times yes.” You said, pulling away slightly to breath. Carol pulled you in almost immediately after.

You knew what you said was true. Even if you had only been with carol for a few months, you knew you loved her more than anyone you’d ever loved before. You’d say yes to her a thousand times.

A/N: idk what the last sentence is for I just really liked the sentence and wanted a title for this drabble. Anyway it’s kinda long so sorry if it’s not what you wanted I tried, and sorry for the late replies. But feedback and requests are greatly appreciated, thank you!

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Masquerade Kiss: Do Bad Girls Like to Self-pleasure? Kazuomi Shido - otona love - chapter 5 summary/translation

this is the cutest, fluffiest chapter that we get before all the steamy stuff begins. sorry it’s coming a bit later than usual, i was super tired and decided to sleep and finish it the next day. basically this entire chapter is just a conversation between you and kazuomi which is both great and terrible for me because my dialogue translations are so boring, but i think the content of this chapter is cute and sweet enough that i hope it’ll satisfy you.

the chapter begins with a quick recap of what just happened at the end of chapter 4 which you can read here, or check out my translations page to read from the start. kazuomi is hugging you from behind and you start to speak, telling him that he’s been so busy lately and you didn’t want him to overdo it, so you didn’t let yourself get “tired out” to your full capacity. 

“you were thinking about such a thing?”

“because... i haven’t been able to contact you recently,” you say. “when i turn on the tv, there’s nothing but news about you. it’s not bad news, but it’s all you.”

“it’s like that whenever there’s a new resort project,” kazu explains. “the mass media follows me.”

“that’s because it’s your specialty,” you say. you thought that he would be tired from being so busy, but that might not be the case. 

kazuomi thinks that as you said, this degree of busyness is nothing new. however, it’s also true that he was tired without realising it. 

“i never thought you’d take a whole day off for my sake like this,” you say. “all the more, i wanted you to relax” 

you: “today, i wanted to restfully spend time doing nothing”

meanwhile, kazuomi had thought you wanted to spend a more concentrated* day together. 

*濃い - i’m not really sure how else to translate this but it’s a word that’s used to mean when something is deeper/darker (in colour), denser/stronger or thicker/richer (as in a more concentrated soup/sauce). i previously used “enriching” but essentially i think kazuomi means a day that’s more busy or packed with activities/events. 

“that’s why you just snuggled up without doing anything, huh”

“hm...? in other words, you did “that” at that time because you were concerned about me?”

“at that time? what are you talking about?” you ask.

“the energy that i use to embrace you runs on a different tank**. don’t worry about me getting tired”

**this is kind of paraphrasing but basically what he is saying is that the physical strength he uses to have sex with you is a separate issue. 

at first you stare at him, mystified, as you turn around. suddenly, you leap out of his arms to a good distance away. 

“what’s wrong?”

(come on kazuomi don’t do this, you know exactly what’s wrong lmao)

you: “wha...!? eh? i-it can’t be...”

kazu says it seems like you were feeling it on your own without him (as in feeling [good], not literally feeling yourself up). 

“that face you have when you’re feeling good... if i can, i’d like the satisfaction of making you make it in my arms”

(lskdf sorry i tried 5 times to phrase this in a way that captures even a little bit of how suave kazuomi is but i just can’t because there are so many parts to that sentence lol)

your face turns red with a vigour that kazuomi has never seen before. 

you: “ah, ummm, that’s....!”

“it’s not like you need to hide it. it’s my responsibility that i couldn’t satisfy you”

“...or so i thought... but it seems like i was mistaken”

 you stutter some more and then say, “that morning, i thought i was going to tire you out again...”

“i mean... did you see it!?” you ask.

kazuomi explains that he was going to call out to you to take a shower with him.

“you just be joking...! i don’t believe it!” you exclaim. “i-in the first place, you shouldn’t...!” 

“considerably agitated, mc is completely flustered.”

“what, is it my fault after all?”

you: “you’re, you... you”

you: “...you do it well...” (😔)

btw i’m only posting these particular screenshots bc it’s hysterical to me how incoherent she is

this is another answer outside of his expectations, and his head tilts. 

you: “...i couldn’t forget your fingers... even after waking up, my body... that is...”

“i see. you wanted me”

you: “...i would have been fine if you weren’t in front of me though”

you: “that is... no matter what, i was horny***...”

***this word also means in agony/anguished but i looked it up and it’s also slang for horny, thanks weblio for helping me yet again lmao

"now that you mention it, i thought you kept looking this way that time,” kazuomi thinks. “it seems as though the thing i was curious about [that caused her to keep looking my way that morning] was my fingers that had pleasured her the night before”

“what’s that about. you should have just told me honestly”

(not sure how to translate the tone when he says “なんだ” here but i hope you get it)

 “if it’s what you desire, can’t i provide you with as much satisfaction you as much as you like?”

“didn’t i just say... i didn’t want you to get tired?” you say. “if i said the word, you would definitely indulge my every selfish whim no matter the situation”

“it’s my pleasure” 

(like the present tense version of “that would be my pleasure”. ugha;slkfjds kazu loves spoiling his mc so much. this is literally the best version of him and we are so blessed to see it)

 kazuomi explains that it’s the only time that you can “melt” since you can't leave any gaps open during your usual work (melt here meaning like be ravished/in [sexual] ecstasy). i’m not sure if he’s referring to the busyness of her job or the fact that she’s always playing a tightly controlled persona, but likely the latter. 

“don’t you think that seeing that face would blow away the fatigue of my work?”

you: “no way... you would never think of such a sentimental thing” 

(lmao girl if only you could see his internal dialogue like we can!!)

“heh, i would never? well, that’s been the case so far”

“but i would say... you’re special?”

he captures you, who had escaped, again and hugs you tightly from behind. 

you: “shido...?”

“do you love**** me that much?”

****he actually says “like” but voltage tends to translate this as love, although it’s not as heavy/deep as 愛してる which is super serious

“how did you get that from this situation?” you reply. 

after wriggling a little in his arms, you quickly become docile. 

you: “...i love you”

kazuomi: “yeah. i know”

same thing with the like/love as above. you also say it in kind of a slightly petulant way. 

ALSO i’m here to interrupt because can you BELIEVE shido “worried about this for days and gave his friends all the sordid details and planned the most uncharacteristic day off because he was worried he wasn’t enough for you” kazuomi had the AUDACITY to just han solo you like that????

“i know that you know, but... i love you,” you say. 

“...i see. you wanted me so much that you couldn’t be settled until you took care of yourself”

“but still, you worried about me and didn’t say anything...”

“...i’m glad,” kazuomi says. 

“my love was properly transmitted to you”

(🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 BEST BOY KAZUOMI)

you: “about that... isn’t it obvious?”

“to say that it’s not conveyed that i’m being loved that much, i’m not obtuse” (i think this is what she’s trying to say, basically that she can feel that his love for her is being communicated properly?)

“that’s right. you’re that kind of a woman”

kazuomi thinks that you’re always a step ahead of his thoughts, saying things that show how much you understand him. 

“there’s no way such a woman couldn’t receive my love.”

“could it be that you thought i did ... something like that because i wasn’t satisfied with you?” you ask.

kazuomi replies that that would be the ordinary train of thought, adding that while he’s still on the topic, he thinks there’s still something you’re not satisfied with. 

you tell him you’ve accepted his feelings with all of your might, you’re not dissatisfied... 

“but that wasn’t the case at that time, right?” questions kazuomi. 

you turn in his direction, and he looks down into your face. you cast your eyes down, embarrassed. he tries to catch your gaze and you look down further.

you: “asshole*****...”

*****other options i was playing with were “meanie” or “jerk” but they didn’t have the right feel. imagine her calling him a knobhead tho. 

“i want to make all your wishes come true”

“it’s a foul to not have concern [for your partner]. in that case, i’d have to do the same thing” 

basically he’s saying since you were so concerned about me, i’m going to have to return the favour. look at him, making it out like it’s a game of equals when he’s really just a fool in love...

“the same thing... meaning...” you say. 

“if you won’t get tired, i’ll embrace you as much as you like”

i’m trying to keep the sentences quite concise but he’s basically saying if you’re still not worn out (from the copious amounts of lovemaking) and want more, he’ll have sex with you as many times as you want. in case you didn’t already know, often when you see mcs get flustered bc their love interest talks about “holding/embracing” them, it’s because the same word can be used to mean sleeping/having sex with.

“but... i always want to [make] love [to] you”

..........!

(he’s saying no matter when, he always wants to love you, which in this case means “make love to” but i guess can maybe also be read in the emotional sense? idk we all know kazu is secretly a huge romantic)

finally, you raise your face. kazuomi doesn’t miss the heat flaring in your eyes when you see his expression. 

you: “in that case... i... want you to hold***** me”

*****same situation re: the hold/embrace thing. she’s saying “then have sex with me” lmao.

also lkajsflks i’m crying bc kazuomi will give you anything you ever wished for (and probably delights in being able to provide it), you just have to dare to ask him

“okay”

kazuomi is giving off an aura that he thinks would make you pull back if you were on mission (i think this is what it’s trying to say lol but not 100%), but at times like this, you always get embarrassed and show a shy and troubled face. 

“the one who lights my fire is always “you””

basically he’s talking about the true you, not arisa. alksdfj kazuomi is so in love i can’t BEAR IT

“whether you’re being bold or honest, or even when we’re bargaining******...”

“i’m in trouble because of how fascinated i am by all of it.”

******he’s talking about all the bets and negotiations and challenges and banter between you two. actually there’s a lot more i want to explain here. i chose to use “bold”, but it also refers to when you’re being audacious (like if you’re cheekily talking back to him). honest in this case also means frank/straightforward (about your feelings), but can also imply docility/obedience. essentially the two have very different (almost contrary) vibes. 

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that’s it for chapter 5! hope you are keeping your teeth brushed to prevent all the cavities this chapter will inevitably give you. i’m floored by how much of a lovestruck fool kazuomi is. maybe it’s just the poor quality of my translations even though i tried somewhat to preserve some tone in cases where i felt it really needed it, but i feel like his internal dialogue here is a lot sweeter and straightforward than his external dialogue? i’m glad they sorted out the misunderstanding though, and how sweet of his mc to be so concerned about his health. i love seeing them be all cheesy for each other but sometimes disguising it as banter because let’s be real, both of them are total love virgins and don’t know how to just straightforwardly talk about the true depth of their affections for each other.

in the next chapter, kazuomi returns the favour, things get reaaaal smutty, and i get a headache from trying to understand sexual euphemisms. please let me know what you thought of this chapter!

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click here for chapter 6