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Pre-(A Good Version of) Secret Invasion (Female Skrull Reader X Carol Danvers)

Summary: What happens when Captain Marvel returns after all this time...

Word Count: 5.4K

Content: Carol feeling guilty for leaving, Manipulative Nick Fury

It's just past sundown as black boots hit the ground with purpose.

A blonde woman in a white tank, black jeans, and a leather jacket moves through the small town until she reaches the street with the bar she's been looking for.

She pulls open the door and (Drumroll)...

Carol Danvers walks into a bar.

Jokes aside. You look up from your place behind said bar and watch the blonde scan her blue eyes across the other patrons until she lands on you. For a very brief moment, you feel small as her gaze lingers on you until she starts to come closer. "I need a name." The taller-than-you than you blonde says in a tone that drips with authority. You smile at her voice and decide that she can't be that bad.

Right?

"Ya know... Most people order first." You slide a drink menu in front of her that she doesn't even look at. "I'm looking for someone." She looks at you, and you can tell she's not messing around.

You sigh.

"Promise to order something if I help you?" You ask, making her smirk before nodding. "Okay, take a seat." You gesture to a bar stool that she slides into. "I'm looking for a woman." This makes you smile and laugh. "Aren't we all?" The blonde tilts her head. "I'm serious."

"Me too." You crack a smile and get nothing in return. You sigh again and lean down on the bar. "What does she look like?"

The blonde thinks before opening her mouth. "She's taller than me. Black hair. Blue eyes. Not like mine. She's... tough-minded. By the book. To a fault sometimes." The blonde chuckles a bit, surprising you.

You lean up and grab a rag as silence falls between you and the woman across the counter. "Know her?" She asks. You shake your head. "Sounds like a tough girlfriend, though." You slyly add. "Oh, she's not my girlfriend!" The blonde says matter-of-factly and a little too loud.

"Okay. Sure." Your voice goes a little high to let her know that you don't believe her. "What can I get you to drink?"

"So you don't know her?" You shake your head and lift up the drink menu. "No. I don't know your girlfriend. Order."

The blonde rolls her eyes at you. "Like I said, she's not my girlfriend."

"Okay..." You say before you open and close your mouth because what you want to say is, "okay so who is your girlfriend!" But that's too much, and she's not even looking at you now. Her blue eyes are darting across the drink menu.

"I'll take this one." She points to a cocktail of your own creation. "Coming right up." You smile and gently take the menu from her hand before getting to work. The blonde watches you intensely. But not long. She looks away when you look up at her after finding the correct bottle of mix.

"Can I get a name?" You ask as you start to shake the liquids around in a cup. "Yeah, her name is Mari-"

"No, no, no. Your name." The blonde closes her mouth. "I want your name." You smiled as the woman across from you was surprised by your interruption.

"It's Carol. Carol Danvers." She says.

You lay out a napkin and place a glass onto it before filling it with her blue cocktail. "It's Carol. Carol Danvers." You repeated as she watched your face concentrate on pouring the drink. "What about you?"

You easily give her your name before going to ring up her drink, but stopping. You turn back to blonde just as she puts the blue drink to her lips. She takes a sip and tries her best to hide the grimace on her face.

She fails, though, when her eyes meet yours.

"I'm sorry." She says while you laugh. "It's okay. I figured.." It hurts you a little bit, considering this drink was your idea to put on the menu. You go to take it back, but she stops you. "I don't hate it."

"Ah, yes, because people love drinks that they don't consume." You reply with a wink. Carol smiles at you, and you feel your body quickly get warm. She has an incredible smile.

"How about... a bourbon." She states.

"Of course." Youthink as you toss the blue drink while fixing her what she really wants. "You could've ordered this before."

"Yeah, but I thought if I ordered something special, you'd help me find Maria Hill." Her face gets serious as she waits for you to react to the name.

But you don't budge.

It's almost as if you don't know who she's talking about.

Almost.

"Ah, the not girlfriend." You say, making Carol sigh. "She's not my girlfriend. She's not even my type." She answers as she gets flustered when she sees your smile. "That's besides the point! I need her to lead me to someone!"

Your smile turns into a smirk, and Carol sees it. You look Carol up and down. "And who might that be?" You ask, only earning a half-playful squint of the eyes. "Why should I tell you?" You shrug. "You don't have to. But maybe just because I don't know this Maria person, maybe I know their boss."

"Trust me, if you don't know Maria, then you don't know who's above them."

You nod your head, agreeing. "Alright. Fine." You stop and take a quick look around. The rest of the patrons still around. "Can I ask you something?" Carol lifts her face up to look at you before leaning forward, grabbing the bourbon glass again, finishing it off. "Sure."

"What makes you think I don't know Nick Fury?"

What you just said makes Carol stop. The softness she's been letting slip rightens itself. You watched her furrow her brows and clench her jaw.

"Who are you?"

You ignore Carol's question and cup your hands to make your voice louder. "Alright! The bar is now closed! Don't worry about your tabs! I have a family emergency, so if you could please leave that'd be great! Thank you!"

The handful of patrons look at one another before groaning that they must leave but are happy that they don't have to pay.

Carol keeps her face stern and eyes on you as you watch the people file out.

"Take care." You pat the back of an older gentleman as he leaves. You close the door and lock it up before cautiously returning behind the bar. You feel like prey with the way Carol watches you.

A tired sigh leaves you as you lean back against the counter. Carol rises from her seat. "Who are you?" She clenches her fist and starts to tilt her head. "I won't ask again."

"Carol, let's not do this." You say, lifting a hand as if it were a white flag. "Then you better start talking." Her fist begins to glow as she grits her teeth. "How do you know Nick Fury?"

"Come on, Carol." You laugh and grab a cold beer from behind the bar. It's not your typical drink choice, but it looks pretty cool to drink if you're trying not to seem intimidated. "Who doesn't know the man with the patch." You put a hand over your left eye to boost your point. "I mean, he's a legend, is he not?"

Carol lowers her fist as you keep your calm demeanor. You walk around the back of the bar and to the half door, swinging it open to enter the common area.

You and Carol are now on the same side. She keeps a watchful eye on you as you walk closer and closer. Beer still in hand. "The man who founded a team of heroes all those years back." Carol backs away while still remaining stern as you sit down at the bar stool next to her. "Nick Fury." You sigh and look Carol in her eyes. "The man who said he would help us after you left." Your voice cracks when the you leaves your mouth.

Carols face falters.

"You're a Skrull.."

You nod your head and look away from Carol Danvers—the Captain Marvel. You scoffed as you thought about it. "So good luck finding him." You take a sip of the gold liquid and do your best not to react to the taste. "I sure as hell haven't heard from him since the blip... or even before."

Carol just watches you deflate your body as the words pour out of you. She didn't know what to expect when she walked into this bar, but a Skrull wasn't one of them. And in a matter of minutes, she went from being flirty to angry to feeling sorry with a good mix of guilt.

She did leave.

She helped others find homes out in the cosmos, including a smaller colony of Skrulls. But the ones here on Earth... She never came back for.

She could make excuses about why she didn't, whether it be because of one Lieutenant Trouble or the fact that she was scared to let people down. Regardless, she put her focus elsewhere and only returned to Earth when it was absolutely necessary.

Like today.

Which led her to you.

Carol looks over you again, and you can feel her eyes on you, but you don't make a remark about it. Instead, you let her look over your favorite pair of Vans, high-waisted jeans, and green flannel. Her eyes scan themselves down your rolled-up sleeves and to your hands. The veins going down to your fingers.

She watches as your right handle fiddles with the silver ring hanging from your neck.

It was the first real thing you ever bought for yourself.

Carol looks up and takes note of your features. From your scarlet lips to your eyes. She loves the way your hair flows down.

She would be lying if she said she didn't find you attractive. Carol did.

But to Carol, this wasn't your actual body. Right?

But to you, it was.

You've spent more time in this human disguise than your own Skrull form.

As strange as it is to some. You love it.

"Are you done?" You ask as you turn back to look at Carol. "I get it, but you can stop." You go to take another sip of your beer, but Carol takes it from your hand and sets it down away from you, making you look at her. "You said you haven't heard from Fury even before the blip. What do you mean?"

You look at Carol as if she's joking, but you can tell by the look of determination in her eyes that she has no idea. "You really don't know." You say not knowing whether you should be hurt or happy that Carol Danvers doesn't know about the way Nick Fury used Skrulls for his battles. "Just like you, he left us. Abandoned us. Threw us to the sides when wars from invaders above could be won with humans."

Carol can tell how much this has affected you. It clearly hurts to talk about, but you don't look like a soldier or talk like one.

But that's when it clicks.

"You lost someone?" Carol softens in the bar stool next to you and even makes the cautious effort to place her hand on your arm.

"I lost everyone." You sneer back but don't remove your arm from her hold. You look into her blue eyes, and Carol sees how the sadness is threatening to spill out. Without meaning to, Carol gently rubs her hand up and down your arm. It brings you comfort, and in this moment, you once again take in the beauty that is The Captain Marvel.

"I'm sorry." She says to you, making you look back from her lips to her eyes. "I'm sorry for your loss. I know these words don't do much, but you shouldn't have had to fight Fury's battles."

And just like that, a sincere apology and moment makes you sour.

Carol stops the movement of her hand as she can sense the tension coming off of you. "Well, it's not like you were around." You pull your arm away from her and get up. "Hey!" Carol gets up and follows you as you begin walking towards the back of the bar.

"That's not fair!" Carol counters as you pass your manager office to the bar before stopping at the set of wooden stairs leading up to your place. "Fair!?" You stop to question before turning around.

"You left!" You yell at the blonde, who doesn't back down. "You fucking left, and you want to talk to me about fair? I watched my parents die! I watched my brothers and sister become toys in a game that I never wanted to play! So don't talk to me about fair when you don't understand!"

Carol is quiet. She holds up her hands and takes small steps towards you. The closer she gets, the more she sees how the tears are beginning to fall. "I'm sorry. You're right." Carol says. "I don't understand." She puts her arms by her side as she stands right before you. "Help me. Help me understand." Carol looks deeply into your eyes.

You swallow the lump in your throat and hold one of your hands out as the other wipes your face. "Okay. Come on." You say through your broken voice. Trusting her.

The guilt lingers in Carols' mind as she takes your hand.

Little did you or Carol know how the touch of your hand lit the fuse. Fingers wrapped around one another before you led her upstairs to your place.

Your home.

You two are quiet as you open the door. Carol quickly surveys the open floor plan of your apartment. Modest is the word she would use.

It wasn't much, but it was home.

When you kicked the door shut, you gingerly removed your hand from Carols. "It seems kinda redundant, but would you like a drink?" You make your way towards the fridge in your kitchen. Conveniently placed to the left of the front door. "Whatever you grab is fine." You didn't acknowledge Carols answer; instead, you opened the fridge door and grabbed whatever two hard seltzers were waiting for you.

You turned around and placed them onto your cheap dining room table and waited for Carol to approach. She still stood at the door, taking it all in. She wouldn't lie. The more she looked around, the more she got it—an inside look into what makes you, you.

But eventually, Carols' eyes landed to you sitting at the table. And with a courtesy smile, she came forward.

"I hope mango is fine." You said as you cracked open your strawberry one. Satisfied that the taste of beer is out of your mouth. "That's fine." She says as she makes her way to the chair opposite of you. "I like your place." Carol is being genuine, and you can see that. "Thanks."

You take another sip before asking: "What would you like to know?"

Carol thinks and looks over your face. "How old are you?" She squints her eyes in a playful manner, reminding you of the Carol that was flirty not that long ago. "Skrull years or human?" You ask with a sheepish smile.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with."

You nod, grateful for that answer.

"27 human years." You tilt your head. "I think."

Carol nods and takes a look around your living room before her eyes look back. "What do you do for fun?"

You weren't expecting that, but you couldn't deny that removing the tension from the room is nice.

So you smiled. "When I have time, I watch movies, play games, listen to music. You know, the normal things." Carol nods. "Normal things." She quietly repeats and can't for the life of her remember the last movie she watched.

You notice Carol's hands grip the seltzer just a little harder. "What about you?" You look to Carols' curious eyes. "What do you do for fun?" Carol covers up her surprised face and stammers to think.

"Umm..." She tilts her head in thought as it slowly dawns on you that Carol Danvers is too busy to relax. Or to have fun. "It's okay." You interrupt her thought. "Forget, I asked." You sip your drink and look away from her blue eyes. But she shakes her head. "It's not like I don't like to relax... I just..." She sighs and goes to speak, but you cut her off.

"Carol, it's alright. Seriously, forget I asked..." You open and close your mouth to stop yourself from saying more, but Carol catches it. "What?" She asks in a less than soft voice.

You give in. "I guess... I just hoped something fun would've been worth your time up there." You point up to the sky. "I guess it would've made me feel... I don't know... better knowing that you had fun at some point, but it doesn't appear so. All work, no play." Carol stares at you. "I heard a human male say that once."

But that's not what Carol is staring at you for. "Why would that make you feel better?" Carol asks, and you bite the bullet. "Because then..." You clear your throat. "Because then you would've had another reason for your absence."

That hurts Carol, and you honestly weren't trying to hurt her. But sometimes your words shoot to kill when you don't mean to.

Carol leans back into the wooden chair, causing it to creak. The only noise audible aside from the Captain's exhale. "I'm sorry." Carol looks up to see your eyes on her. "I am. I'm sorry for not being here for you and your people." Carol leans forward as her voice grows to be more gentle. "I'm sorry you got dragged into fights that should've never been around. What others did to you was extremely unfair. I should've stopped-d them and kept my p-promise..."

Before you, Carol Danvers breaks.

She feels guilty and hurt for what had happened. She takes the blame and knows whatever she does now will not stop what has already happened.

Carol lifts her right hand to her face to cover her mouth as her left arm falls to the table. She looks away from you as tears fall from her gorgeous eyes. "I'm sorry." This time, she's apologizing for her emotions.

What a silly thing to apologize for.

You let go of the can in your hand and reach your arm across the table. Your hand is open to her. Carol sees this and shakes her head, but you don't budge. "Take it." You whisper.

Carol wipes her eyes and sniffles as she lets her hand lay into yours. The contact of her warm hands sends chills across your body.

You sit like that and look at Carol with admiration for what she's done, and for the first time, you're seeing Carol Danvers as something more than a myth or a so-called hero.

Instead, all you see is Carol.

A beautiful blonde woman who is doing her best not to let snot dribble out of her nose.

It's cute.

"Here..." You remove your hand from hers as you get up to walk behind Carol. The blonde, missing your contact, turns her head to watch you. She sees you go into the living area to pick up a box of tissues sitting in the middle of your coffee table. She smiles and turns around before you notice her eyes on you.

But you felt them.

When you return to the kitchen, you hand Carol the box and watch as she embarrassing blows her nose and clears her throat.

"Trash is behind you in that cabinet." Carol turns around and opens a cabinet door. "Huh.." She says a little too loud, making you raise an eyebrow—something the blonde sees. "I- I was just thinking maybe I should put the trash can I have on the ship into a smaller area so it's not in the way. Or smelling..." She looks away from you once she finishes rambling, afraid you'll be angry at her for mentioning another thing that's kept her away. Aka, her ship. Or because you'll ask her why her garbage she smells so much.

But you do neither.

Instead, you step closer and fold your arms across your chest. "Why do you only have one trash can?"

Carol turns back to look up at you. "What?" You smile at her and let out an exhale of a laugh through your nose. "I said why do you only have one trash can? Don't you have a cat?"

Carol nods. "Well, technically, he's a flerken... so what's your point?" You tilt your head with your arms still crossed. "My point is, is when the flerken... you know... what do you do with the waste? Put it all into the same trash?"

Carol does her best to bite back a smile, only confusing you. "What?" It's now your turn to ask.

Carol stands up with a her smile showing. "Flerkens don't poop.. they eat, spit up, and lay eggs."

Excuse me!?

"They lay eggs?!" You exclaim, waving your arms around with a fright. Carol nods her head in a duh manner before picking up and finishing off the rest of her drink, as your mind can't wrap your head around a cat laying eggs.

You're only knocked out of your thoughts when Carol shuts the cabinet where your recycling bin was kept. Thus, bringing you and Carol back into this post-apology reality.

"You know..." You say, interrupting the dead air falling between the two of you. "For the record, I truly don't know where Nick Fury is." You shift your weight from one foot to the other.

Carol nods and inhales with a click. "I figured. Any word on Maria Hill?"

You smile. "Ah, the girlfriend." Carol playfully rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "For the last time. She's not my girlfriend."

"You're right." You say, taking a step closer. "She's not your type." You look Carol up and down. She sees it and unbeknownst to you.... You are her type.

"Like you are?" Carol says back to shock you, but all it does is make you smirk. You take another step closer. And in a hushed tone, you say: "You and I both know that I certainly could be."

This makes Carol blush, and lucky for her, you walk past her as her cheeks grow red. Carol never thought you would be that bold.

You never knew you were that bold!

The words left your mouth quicker than you could stop them, which is why you're now standing by your shelf of movies. Ignoring Carols eyes on you. Hoping the look on your face will quickly fade.

Carol turns around and sees you shift your weight again as you hold the ring hanging off the necklace between your fingers.

Carol knows she should fish for more information or just leave and continue her search for Fury. But she doesn't want to. She's been alone, on her own, for so long that having company is good. But having good-looking company is even better.

Regardless of how rocky your situation-ship started.

"Looking for anything in particular?" Carol says, appearing by your side. You keep your eyes forward as Carols blue eyes linger in your mind. "Something you might like..." You respond. "I might like?" Carol looks at you with scrunched eyebrows. You nod before turning your head, and when you do, Carols face turns from one of confusion into a smile. Which in turn makes you smile.

"Well, how's the search?" Carol raises an eyebrow and bites her bottom lip. "G-good." You feel your cheeks flush and hate yourself over your stupid stutter because of a pretty smile.

You turn away and grab whatever two movies are in reach to get the attention away from your face. "Maybe these..." You hold out for Carol to take.

"Terminator 2, and... Scott Pilgrim Vs The World?? Okay, there's no way that second one is real?!"

"How come?" You ask, genuinely curious by Carols sudden declaration. She flips the Blu-Ray to the back. "First off, he's a man named Scott. No hero is ever named Scott- hold on..." You're about to correct that she literally knows a hero named Scott when: "He has to beat 7 evil exes for this girl that he likes!?!" Carol looks up at you with a mixture of glee and distaste.

Carol thinks the plot sounds fun, but she's worried about how they're gonna stretch out the story coming from someone who could kick the seven evil ex's ass. No biggie.

You just nod and take Terminator 2 back from her to put on your shelf. "So you wanna go with that one?" You point to the movie. "You mean I can keep it?" Carol asks, misunderstanding you.

"Oh.. no- I mean you can, but I meant like that's we to watch- like we could watch it. Together." You nervously ramble and gesture to the TV behind you, and thankfully, Carol picks up on the hint and squints her eyes before smiling. "As fun as that sounds..." She hands you the movie. "I still need to find Maria."

Your smile turns flat, and you sadly take the movie from her hands. "Right."

"She's not my girlfriend." Carol points sternly at you before you can say anything. "I know." You laugh.

"Still don't know where Maria could be?" You shake your head. "Estonia? Fiji? Anywhere, honestly." You think as Carol sighs. "But." Carol stands up straight. "I know there's a colony hiding in Russia. Rumor is they have a leader. Someone like me. Someone who's lost everything."

Carol frowns at your words and steps towards you, but before she speaks, you cut her off.

"I forgive you." She stands in front of you with her mouth dropped. "It's okay. You don't need to apologize."

Carol closes her mouth and swallows as she nods. "Thank you."

"Of course." You whisper before clearing your throat. "Gravik." Carol raises her head, waiting for you to continue. "That's his name. Their leader." Carols nods again.

"And Carol?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember, we were all put into tough spots. I don't know much about Gravik or how far gone he could be. But I'm sure that could've been me."

Carol understands you and thanks you again before stepping closer to you. You don't move. She takes the movie from your hand and carefully drops it onto your coffee table. Carol then takes your hands in her own and looks you in the eyes.

"You didn't lose everything. You have me. I promise."

Carol then moves her hands out of yours and brushes them up your arm. And before you know it, her arms are wrapped around your back as you are pulled into a hug.

It's gentle and soft as each of you test the waters. Leaning into one another feels nice and complimentary. Once settled, you inhale and feel butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Carol Danvers smells like Vanilla.

She discovers that you smell like Lavender.

"You have me." She whispers as you feel her breath hit your ear. You bite your lip and make an agreeing noise. "I should go.." The hug finally ends, and yet the both of you want don't want Carol to leave.

But she promised.

"Yeah..." You give Carol a sad smile and walk with her to the door. "You don't have to walk me out," Carol says as your feet hit the bottom of the steps leading back to the main entrance. "I know, but I wanted to."

Carol loves that.

As you and Carol reach the front door, you stop. "Oh shoot. Wait here!" You say, confusing Carol as you turn around and run away. "What?!" She asks, only to hear you yell, "Wait!" Followed by your feet running up the stairs.

It takes less than two minutes for you to come back down. Carol smiles when she sees you, and it grows when she sees what's in your hand. In fact, she laughs. "You didn't!"

"I did." You wave it at her. "Here." You give Carol your copy of Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. "I have no way of watching this. Believe it or not, Earth is the only planet with Blu-Rays." She laughs as she speaks.

"I know." You reply.

"It's for when you come back." You sweetly say, making Carol happy. You trust her. "For when I come back."

Carol opens her arms for a hug, which is when you get bold again. You kiss Carol on the cheek as you accept the hug, momentarily stunning the hero.

Before she leans back to look at you. Red in the face.

"Hey, if you're going to kiss me. Kiss me."

As her words hit your ears, Carol leans forward and connects her lips with yours, and the soft, sensual sensation your lips got from just her skin explodes when you feel her pillowy lips. You close your eyes and savor this moment.

"Wow."

You agree with Carol as the two of you hold each other. Neither alone. You lean your forehead against the blondes. "Can I ask you something?" You open your eyes to see her already looking at you. "Go ahead."

"When I do return, how will I know.. that you're you."

That's a good question. You think for a moment before commenting to an answer. "Play Take On Me by A-Ha. I like the acoustic version more, and if you play the original, I'll be sure to tell you that." Carol listens to your words and grins to the thought of you belting out Take On Me.

"That could work." She smiles.

"Besides. You'll know it's me." Carol leans out of the embrace and cocks an eyebrow. "You're so sure?"

"I'm positive."

Carol smiles brightly and takes your words as truth. She then looks up to the sky. "I should go."

"Okay." You tell her, but the night is just starting between you two, and you don't want it to end. But at last, Carol unwraps arms from you. The feeling of her long finger on your skin makes you jolt. "Will I ever get to see you in your true form?" Carol asks as carefully as possible. You understand and don't get upset.

Instead, you smile.

"You're looking at her." You say, making Carol smile at you before grabbing your hand. "I trust and know that I'll be ready for whenever you do want to show me."

You nod and appreciate it. "But this is me, Carol."

Carol begins to glow. "And this is me." She winks before lifting your hand up to place a kiss on your fingers. "Remember my promise."

You nod. "I will. Good luck, Carol."

"Stay safe, Y/N."

Carol takes a few steps out from the awning of the bar. She looks back at you before turning into light, shooting like a rocket up and towards the infinite cosmos.

You smile and go to fiddle with the ring around your neck before remembering...

-

Carol lands in her cloaked ship that's in high orbit of Earth.

Goose, the every alert flerken, is immediately there to greet her and to meow about her lack of pets. "I'm sorry, Goosie." Carol pets the flerken and gives her some head smoochies before marching over to a console.

She taps buttons on a pad before a scan of Earth shows up. Carol hits some more buttons, causing the image of Nick Fury to pop with red letters on top.

MISSING Last Seen: SABER Base

Carol looks at Goose, biting her lip to form a plan. But then Carol remembers about the gift in her other hand. "Oh shit." She ungrips the Blu-Ray and paces over to her personal corner on the ship.

She goes to place the movie on to her side table, except something rattles inside. She freezes. Huh? Carol picks up the case again and hears the noise.

How did she not hear this earlier?

Carol opens the case to find the movie still intact, put sitting on top is your necklace with your phone number and a note.

"I'm happy I have you." - Y/N

Carol wore your necklace every day after that.

Until three years later when you gave her a new ring.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[meowmeowmage]

It's criminal how the game didn't give me a flirt option to reply to this

[zoeykallus]

I've seen how the bad batchers would act if they were jealous. But how would they react if they found out their reader significant other was the jealous one? Like, reader sees someone clearly hitting on their man and acts different because of it. How would the batchers each react once they realize what's happening? I feel like at least one of them wouldn't even realize that they're being hit on until reader starts acting jealous.

Interesting Question.... I hope you'll be okay with my approach.

The Bad Batch x fem!Reader HC's - React To Your Jealousy

Warnings: Jealousy

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Not yet proofread, sorry

Hunter

He's been on the dance floor of the 79's as you get some drinks for the two of you. When you turn back around there is another girl, dancing close to him.

Hunter sees it coming before you say something. He can sense something is off, besides, your expression says a lot at that moment.

"No need to be angry. It was just a dance"

You grumble, "The way she danced at you it was rather dry humping"

Hunter chuckles, "Come on, that's not true"

"it's not?", you say dryly "Good. Hold this"

You give him both drinks and turn arround, you approach the next best clone and dance with him, just the way that girl did with Hunter. He's pressing the drinks into some guys hands who's passing by.

"It's on the house", he mutters, striding right over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the dance floor.

"Where are we going?"

He growls, "Somwhere private. You are going to get marked lady"

Echo

Some girl is heavily flirting with him, but he's pretty confused. It's rather rare that he's the center of attention of anyone else but you. He's so puzzled he just sits there looking at the girl as she's lewdly fliritng with him.

You see what's happening and feel your blood boiling. Standing next to the table they are sitting at, the woman looks up at you, seing your expression she shrinks under your gaze.

"Get lost"

Something in your expression and posture makes the girl get up and get lost right away.

You look at Echo, crossing your arms in front of your chest. As you see his confused look, you frown and your expression softens.

He mumbles, "What the hell just happened?"

"She was pretty aggressivly hitting on you"

He softly grabs your hand and pulls you to his side on the bench he's sitting.

"Thanks for saving me, Mesh'la", he says softly, kissing the corner of your mouth.

There is not really a reason to be mad, not at him.

Wrecker

He's a nice guy, so he's not shooing the girl dancing around him right away.

He says friendly, "You know, I actually wait for my girl", hoping she get's the hint.

She does not.

As you enter the 79's looking out for your man and see what's going on, you have to take a deep breath before approaching the scene.

Wrecker sees you and smiles all over his face, brushing the flirty girl aside meeting you half way through the bar. He picks you up, kisses you lovingly and carefully let's you down to your feet again.

You can't help but smile at him. He's so happy to see you and it's honest. You know immediately, there is not need to worry. But that doesn't stop you from shooting that girl a sinister look.

Tech

He immediately feels uncomfortable when he realizes what the woman buzzing around him has in mind. She is far too handsy. He is super cuddly and clingy, but only with you, physical contact with other people makes him nervous and he actually can't stand it at all.

He tries to avoid her touches and says very clearly that he is not interested and is already taken. You watch the situation for a little while. You don't have to worry about Tech, but that chick makes you mad.

You finally go up to the two to redeem Tech. The relief on his face when he sees you is almost amusing. He scurries behind you, hiding behind you. He can fight back, but he really wants to avoid getting rough with a woman if possible.

"Please, Cyare, tell her to leave me alone."

You are only too happy to comply with his request.

Crosshair

He actually likes to flirt. Also with other women, but there is never physical contact. He does not look for flirting on his own, but he plays along when the opportunity arises. Sometimes.

That alone can be unsettling, but you know he is, if he really gets involved with someone, a very loyal soul. However, the fact that he likes to tease you about it when you get jealous doesn't make things any better. Sometimes you don't feel taken seriously.

He may tease you now and then and get you off guard, but he also always makes it up to you. After all, you are important to him, he doesn't really want you to be mad at him.

"Come on, kitten, you know I'm not serious about any of this."

"It's still unsettling"

He pulls you close, his hands on your hips, in the middle of 79's. Actually, he's not big on showing affection so publicly. You're surprised.

Spreading kisses on your face he says, "Now look at them. You get all the real love, the real me. And they just look stupid. Feels pretty good doesn't it?"

"You're so full of yourself," you giggle, "The worst part is you're right."

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@darkangel4121

@ttzamara

@arctrooper69

@padawancat97

@agenteliix

@puppetswithteeth

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Crossover crack ship bnha x DC

Izuku to hippolyta

Funny bad flirt

Izuku: *Blushing* I-I'm here t-to usurped y-your throne and m-make you my queen *Cover his red face in shame*

Hippolyta: Not the worst fliritng that been aim at me, Izuku. *Thinking* This boy is going to be very sore when I done with him~

[mostlymaudlin]

🧿🕯️💥!!! (@stabbyfoxandrew's main)

omg HOW DID I NOT REALIZE YOU WERE YOU... this makes so much sense hahahha. ty for ur ask!!

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

ok i talk a big game abt writing for myself and ITS TRUE but im also a sensitive baby. and tbh what actually happens most often is that i get IRATE when people leave comments that i feel bridge too far into feedback that i dont want to hear -- and i don't want to hear it bc the damage is already done! like, i published the thing, i wiped my hands of it, i don't want to hear anything bad abt it because i learned what i wanted to learn from it and i want to be happy with it as it stands. DONT TELL ME if you're not happy i dont careeee!!! hahaha. so basically it's a lot of me giving myself that exact lecture & remembering why i shouldnt care abt negative feedback.

in terms of "not doing well" i can usually clock when something wont do the numbers on AO3, and i don't really mind it. my fics with the most hits etc are not the ones im most proud of, but i totally get why theyre the ones w those stats -- theyre simple, accessible, and quick. and you know what ?? im glad ppl are getting on ao3 and just kinda reading & resting. i also read a lot of fics just to escape into something easy. and so if a fic isnt doing well statistically, but im proud of it, im usually pretty good at reminding myself why most people go to ao3, and why the thing that ive written doesnt really align with that.

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

well first off i am lucky in that i am not shy at all hahaha. clearly i love talking to people/talking about my wriitng. i think all of this is fun!! im actually really bad at taking compliments, so i dont reply to many ao3 comments unless ppl are opening a conversation somehow. but i love asking questions and answering questions and all the fun sharing we do. i think a lot about writing original fiction, and the main thing that holds me back is that its just SO FUN to share characters. im such an Andrew Minyard Enjoyer, and whenever i write him, i feel like im in conversation with everyone else who loves him and writes him and reads him! and that's such an incredible experience.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

this is a cute one omg. my least kudosed fic is a Simon Snow/Shepard Love fic, which makes sense, because the audience for them as a true romantic pairing is VERY small haha. closer to the sun is one of the coolest things ive written tho, tbh. i think i did something fun with the dragon lore with the series, and i also gave Shepard a lot of my own personal experiences/skills as he went dragon hunting. there's also dragon fliritng. and dragon sex! idk man LOL it's really weird for a fanfic, i know this, but i think it's pretty good FICTION? theyre pretty removed from the canon in this, i was just kinda doing my own thing.

[araniladin]

What Are You Reading? Chp 3

The coffee shop had been open for three hours by the time Blake stumbled in. While she would never call herself a night owl, seven A.M. was too Oum damn early. That and having to actually dress herself this early was the worst torture she ever.

Velvet showing up and basically pouring her into her clothes was the only reason she was even dressed as nicely as she was. The black jacket and mini skirt were Blake’s, but Velvet made sure that the white button down shirt showed off as much cleavage as Blake had. The heels were a bit much, but the other woman had hidden Blake’s boots before waking her up.

The only thing keeping Velvet alive was the fact that the woman knew how to make a damn good cup of tea. The cup propelled Blake into the shop and the second cup the angry bearded barista had given her kept her upright. It was nowhere near as good as Velvet’s, but it had caffeine and he had been willing to steam milk for it. In the fanus revolution, he will be killed last.

Weiss strode into the coffee shop, another white outfit, skirt, blouse, jacket. With her hair and skin, it would be easy to see it washing out her color. Instead, it made her glow.

The drool Blake wiped off her mouth she would swear was from the early morning and not how good Weiss looked in pumps. How the woman wore a skirt like that amazed Blake. She was shivering in her but Weiss looked comfortable and natural in her.

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Thanks to @ladyvallhalla for her help

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Guess this is her response to everything against her right now- cause you know, when your in deep shit and even have a petition against you, you call the fandom hypocrites for some reason and don’t even acknowledge why you got called out.

[sapphicshawol]

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[kaypeace21]

Coincidences? (Or foreshadowing of  romantic endings?)

color me delusion over “ pointing out meaningless coincidences” but I still can’t get over the tv references most likely hinting about certain couples not being endgame. 

Sorry, i just don’t think it’s a coincidence that El in s2 watches ‘all my children’ where she mimics  Erica Kane who (in the ep she is watching) rushes into a relationship/elopement with a writer named Mike Roy, after a traumatic experience ( and the 2 end up  not being endgame ). And the relationship gets messy and involves stalking .

 Then in s3, Joyce watches Cheers (”rescue me”),  and Jopper is  compared to Dianne and fraiser. Diane says as joyce is listening to the tv “He had a couple of sips of Chianti tonight and asked me to marry him.” . At dinner Hopper orders a chianti while being stood up by Joyce. And Dianne and Frasier don’t marry and are also not endgame, cause Dianne stands him up at the alter. The other ep of cheers she watches in s3 (was in the Bob/joyce flashback) , and was called “ the rebound part 2″ in reference to Fraiser (aka Hopper) being the rebound. He’s just a rebound to Bob-why she’s thinking of Bob after Hopper asked her out.

Then Hopper in s3 also watches a magnum pi rerun from 1980-  the 2 ep pilot is called “don’t eat the snow in Hawaii”. Magnum ( solving crime with his colorful Hawaiian shirts, similar to Hopper) kisses Alice who he has a history with. Alice promises to come back so they can be together (like Joyce with Enzo’s)-but it’s a lie and she never shows up again in the series and they aren’t endgame either . Also, when Joyce in ep 8 accepts the date- Hopper says he can’t do so at a certain time because he and El watch Miami Vice. The main cop in that also has a will-they wont they relationship (for several seasons with a female detective who was also a main character (like Joyce- aka ‘detective Byers’).  AND THEY ALSO WERE NOT ENDGAME. ”Gina had an on-again, off-again relationship with Crockett, who was on the rebound after divorcing his wife, Caroline. The relationship faded out as Gina realized they mainly got together when one or both needed someone. Crockett was very protective of Gina, and had some jealousy when Gina was involved in relationships with other people …but was the first one to be there for her when things went wrong.”

-Also, In s2 Hopper angrily turns off cheers (Ep : ‘Sam turns the other cheek’). Causing  jopper to (maybe?) also be compared to Sam and Diane from cheers too. Who have a long ‘will they won’t they’ relationship for more than 5 seasons (and used to date). And are also not endgame.The ep that plays in s3 that Joyce watches - has Diane say that Sam abuses her and  mentions how they constantly argue (just like s3) but she says she can’t stay away because she loves him. A guy hearing this says “if you ever get tired of him and want a normal quiet life, think of me.” And this is also at the same time she’s reminiscing about being with such a guy- Bob (while watching the show). It pretty much reflects what Murray said about jopper. Hopper reminds her of a “bad relationship”(Lonnie)- but she can’t help wanting to hook up with Hopper.  Despite “wanting to settle down with a nice guy (like bob).” Sam even was an alcoholic ex baseball player (Like Lonnie forcing Will to play/having beer cans everywhere) and Dianne having mental health issues (like Joyce).

Glen and Les Charles (just like the Duffers were brothers who created a show -cheers) . Their explanation about why Dianne and Sam didn’t end up together despite all the seasons of ‘will they won’t they ‘ echos jopper’s dynamic to a T . And I believe the Duffers are emulating Sam/Dianne and these fellow bro-writers.“Sam & Diane were so different. Their relationship (for comic and dramatic purposes) was fraught with conflict. Most of our time was spent devising new, funny, and fresh complications for them. Projecting forward, I believe they would driven each other insane had they gone off hand-in-hand – each with the best intentions, but ending with restraining orders. “

Pretty much. the moral of sam & diane’s story according to the Charles brothers was ‘there may be someone in your life you long for but deep down in your heart of hearts you know they’re wrong for you.’ And i think the duffers are using this inspiration from a fellow brother writing team (from the 80s) in regards to Jopper.

 Then in regards to Lumax. Max and Lucas wear shirts referencing the couple from that 70s show. Max -is donna the feminist, tomboy, red-head, who doesn’t take sh*t. What’s interesting is lucas wears one of eric’s shirts from when they’re broken up and he’s fliritng with other girls- and earlier in the season Max called Lucas ‘Don juan’ (a name for a player- so it’s probably foreshadowing for s4.)

Max is also paralleled to 2 film characters Lucas doesn’t like- Michael meyers & Winston. Lucas: “ I specifically didn’t agree to Winston…nobody wants to be Winston, man.” Mike: “what’s wrong with Winston?”Lucas: He joined the team super late.Mike: yeah , but he’s still cool.Max being cool and joining the party late probably means she’s supposed to be Winston, right? it’s like how Lucas and dustin in s1 dissed el and said she was like Michael Myers. Cue max in her Michael Myers mask

- Also, the tv parallel of El (in s2) mimicking Erica Kane and pretending to be with a fictional Mike Roy. Also parallels Karen/ Billy. In s2, before she meets him she’s reading a romance book that has a guy that resembles Billy on the cover. The Duffers even mentioned they changed the cover to show the resemblance between Billy and the fictional book character. And we see Karen reading the sequel in s3 before Billy appears. Both El and Karen don’t/didn’t love Mike or Billy- they just projected onto them fictional characters they were infatuated with.Max also is said to do something similar- as the costume designers have Lucas dress up like “Max’s crush”- the karate kid (to impress her) and “be like him”.

I mean maybe I am “crazy” but this seems more like overt foreshadowing about these pairings not being endgame.  I could be wrong but I really do believe the Duffers throw in details to foreshadow and allude to things occurring in the story. In a video (7:41) the Duffers mention how they had El in s2 watch Frankenstein on tv to indicate her emotionally state in the cabin feeling “cut off from the world” and “like a monster”. So I don’t think it’s a stretch-when they’ve already admitted what their character watches on tv pertains to something regarding that specific character . ( So why can’t what a character watches on tv (or read) also foreshadow them not ending up with a particular person?)

Then you have the Stalking elements...

Lumax is paralleled to mileven and jancy which have stalking elements, specifically stalking their future partner (lucas being called a ‘stalker’ for stalking Max, el spying on mike and saying “I make my own rules “ -ignoring his discomfort , Jonathan taking pics of nancy unbeknownst to her- although he apologized ) . And although, not as direct of a parallel as the first 3- Hopper spies on mileven kissing  and eavesdrops on Joyce’s move. At the snowball, Lumax and mileven danced to ‘every breath you take’- a song about a bad break up and a stalker ex . The writer of the song also has said many times “it’s NOT a love song.” The duffers obviously knew that. Lumax also danced to it and Lucas was called a ‘stalker’ before they go to the dance floor- to emphasize this point. El also stalked Mike in s2 (all that stuff milevens found romantic- El watching him without him knowing. Mike says he was not ok with it in s3). And in s3 when he said not to do that  she just says ‘i make my own rules’.

* lumax also danced to ‘time after time’ which is also a song about a breakup. And, Max in s2 when  arguing with Lucas’ says “ you guys act like you want me to be your friend but then you just treat me like garbage” (paralleling mileven when El said mike treated her “like garbage” in s3 , before she dumps Mike.)

You can read about more of these “coincidences” or what I’d like to think are purposeful parallels HERE. Warning there’s a lot of parallels.

[ravenbarley-barn]

Barley, bad a fliritng: I like your name

Ravenpaw, equally bad at flirting: Thanks, I got it for my birthday

[groovymothwrites]

Shuichi Iguchi - Relationship Headcanons

A/N: I’m just gonna be out here loving this lizard boy.  I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 753

!!SFW AND NSFW HEADCANONS UNDER THE COUNT!!

SFW:

- When he first got with his S/O he was very flustered.  This boy turns super red whenever anyone compliments him, and so when his S/O started fliritng and complimenting him he lost it.  Shuichi is pretty awkward and tried to compliment them back but he was tripping over his own words for about five minutes.  His S/O took his hand which helped him calm down a bit before he got out “I like you.”  And that was that.  

- Shuichi is pretty shy when it comes to PDA, as even hand holding (especially in front of the other members of the League) gets him flustered and looking diwn at the floor.  For a while the other members of the League didn’t even thing that S/O even existed and they were under the impression that someone as awkward and as shy as Shuichi is would never have been able to get an S/O.  When he decided he had had enough of all the bullying and resolved to show them a picture of S/O.  From that point forward he didn’t get any flack.  He brought it up to his S/O and that he was a little upset with the other members for making fun of him.  His S/O reassured him that they’re dating him because they love him which definitely makes him feel better.

- He has a very large video game collection which takes up an entire bookself.  He keeps all of his gaming systems with his TV and depending on what game he plans on playing he’ll find the console for it and plug it in.  Shuichi really likes it when his S/O joins him or even just watches him game.  He’ll even have them pick out a game for him to play, and he doesn’t really care what game they pick.  They’ll put in an order for some pizza and pull some drinks out of the fridge and have a fun night of gaming.  Shuichi gets super into the lore of games sometimes and if S/O has questions about what’s going on he’ll happily explain it to them.  It’s a really passionate topic for him and to see him get all excited about video games is adorable to his S/O.

- Shuichi does shed his skin like a normal lizard, and his S/O has been a huge help.  When he was alone he would writhe against his bed or some sort of back scratcher to get the dead skin off his back.  Some days the shedding would be so bad that he would have to soak in the bath for most of the day to get the skin off.  But his S/O has been a huge help and knows that Shuichi has a really hard time with shedding.  They’ll help him pick off the dead skin, apply lotion, and anything else he may need.  Their help speeds up the process a bit and once the shedding period is over he breathes a huge sigh of relief and thanks his S/O over and over again.

NSFW:

- Shuichi’s cock is not... normal, to say the least.  He does, in fact, have a lizard dick and in terms of having a lizard dick he is average in both length and size.  It’s something he is self conscious over but his S/O reassures him that they love it.

- He does get heats and they usually last for a few days.  The heats usually start off with him making a nest or something of that sort, and it usually has a mix of dirty clothes, blankets and pillows.  Then he’ll spend at least a day in there with multiple fans on because he’s starting to get all hot and bothered and uses anything he can to keep himself cool.  The last day of heat is when he’ll let his S/O inside and attempt to mate.  During heats he is very rough and aggressive and is going to do everything he can to fill up his S/O as much as possible.

- Outside of his heat, Shuichi is pretty shy when it comes to sex.  He likes to give a bit more than he likes to recieve.  Shuichi is a bit sloppy with his tongue but it feels amazing all the same.  When his S/O sees his dick for the first time he gets very shy about it, but it doesn’t take them long before they start sucking them off.  The moment they start Shuichi starts to lose his composure, and soon enough he’s moaning and whimpering.

[flare-friday]

lil vampider Ruby Hart fliritng with a big bad mobster shark! What could POSSIBLY go wrong? <3<

Hazbin Hotel belongs to @vivziepop

Ruby hart belongs to me, @zikkafriday

[madmanwonder]

Type: Prompt

AU Crossover AU

Summary of the Question: Danny. Would you rather take your chances with Ember flirting with you or Gwen flirting with you? Which one can you resist better while you are with Sam?

Meme: Would You Rather Meme

Would You Rather: Ember

Danny give @superstar97 a very deadpan look to his bright blue eyes as if he asking "are you serious, dude."

"I'm going to die one way or the other." The Half-Ghost Hero said to himself with a grumbled with a tired sigh. "I rather take Ember flirting with me than Gwen. Not because she is bad at fliritng, but rather she too good at it." The Halfna blushed prettily as he thought about the numerous flirtarious remarks from the beautiful redhead.

[toxoplasmajuice]

Episode 10: Replies

finally! except... i have a feeling activity isn’t showing me all of my replies so if you KNOW you said something and it’s not in this reply post it’s not you it’s me staff

(i’d dig up all the lost ones but this post is already so late)

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@harmoniouspixels​ replied to your photo “Wallace-Hensley BCx2: Episode 10 - Treasure Hunt...”

[Aggressively chews salad] is a big mood when I'm either 1) in a Mood, or 2) very hungry (sometimes it's both, which is a riot)

SAME

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “[creak] [Marisa]: [yawning] Mornin’, Pumpkin… [January]: Good morning,...”

asjkgllkas Marisa was in on it??

in on Island Community Justice’s speedy response to it? apparently...

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “[Abbie]: Wooooo!!! … [thud]”

/ABBIE/

me throwing myself into more and more responsibilities to hide my pain

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “[Penelope]: Is it just me, or is it taking forever to build the gym we...”

Penelople pls you can get your gains later you're still establishing a whole ass society on an island

THIS SOCIETY needs its gains, jack

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “[Angelo]: –and half my waffles were cold! So I put on oven mitts and...”

Tag urself I'm Penelope in this situation

honestly i’m probably angelo

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “[Saturday]: Hey, Miss Vampire! I hear we just got a huge shipment of...”

aslkgjslakj Saturday pls

🥖

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “[Marisa]: –so the seeds are probably, you know, who knows how old, but...”

Seeds, Penelope. Get the cotton out fo your ears

bro i thought she said leads, like, clues

@catallenapapi​ replied to your photoset “[Abbie]: Wooooo!!! … [thud]”

She’s dead now

VICTIM:

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset

Okay I saw this post first before scrolling down to catch up, and I was about to be like "WHAT IS BEING THROWN AT PENELOPE" until I saw that it's just a water balloon. What a wild ride

VICTIM 2:

catallenapapi replied to your photoset “¦ [Abbie]: Uuuuugh…”

She emerges from the endless pit of sims that have disappointed me

this is a bc contestant creator mood 😔🤝😔

harmoniouspixels replied to your photo “[Jez]: And I found this space rock! [Abbie]: Where did you put that?!...”

HOW can something THAT BIG fit in a hole THAT SMALL I say that more as “big space rock should not come out in tact from such a tiny hole in the ground, but that’s just TS3” rather than the /other/ way, but it could also be the /other/ way too

catallenapapi replied to your photo “[Jez]: And I found this space rock! [Abbie]: Where did you put that?!...”

@harmoniouspixels STOPPPPPPPbdjdjdndns

i hate all of you

@tiny-tany-thaanos​ replied to your photo “[Jez]: And I found this space rock! [Abbie]: Where did you put that?!...”

The part where TS3 turns into the cartoon Also… Not bad

you. you i do not hate. thank you dearly

(also this is what i meant when i said im pretty sure activity isnt showing me everything. the ONLY reply to this post i actually got from my activity page was ron’s, and had it not been a response to jack’s replies i would’ve forgotten there was more. staff can we talk)

catallenapapi replied to your photo “[Saturday]: …I’ve got this space rock and some gold. [Penelope]: How...”

Holy shit that was close

but yet so far...

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “[January]: [sighs]… I’m sorry I snapped at you. It’s not your fault....”

*gets flashbacks from that Holes book we read back in the school and teh film with Shaya Labeuf*

i live under a rock and i’ve never read the book nor seen the movie. not even in school. who am i

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “[Beatrice]: …Nothing. [Zeinaba]: Nothing? [Beatrice]: I, um… I ended...”

Oh yeah! Well done!...Here go the puns

wait what are the puns i wanna hear the puns

catallenapapi replied to your photoset “[Abbie]: When they opened the grave, it was empty except for a single...”

me too, Abigal abigal. okay. okay. bye

harmoniouspixels replied to your photo “Treasure Hunt! TAKING ADVANTAGE OF the situation in the center of...”

You go, Penelope! (Just stop fliritng with everyone else tho)

YEAH SHE WAS JUST. SUDDENLY HORNY ON MAIN I GUESS. WHAT WAS UP WITH THAT (also i know for a FACT you reacted to that in the moment and activity didnt fuckin show me :/)

[pata-hikari]

53+33 Rankane

Mutual Pining+Baby Fic

Oh boy so here. We. Go.

First off, this is Ranma and Akane which is already practically “Mutual Pining: The Couple” so that half isn’t actually that hard. But still.

Clearly this needs to be that Ranma finds an abandoned baby while traveling with Genma. Natrually for maximum antics the little girl needs to have first been found when Ranma was a girl. The reason Ranma kept her around at first instead of just dropping her off at the police is because when holding Natsuko (baby name, shoutouts) Shampoo thought she was Ranma’s daughter and backed off the Kiss of Death because killing a mother with a child is a Big No No with Joketsuzoku. But of course now Shampoo is Honor Bound to help Ranma with the baby because of another law. So she’ll randomly show up with random Joketsuzokustuff to help with that

So Ranma has to keep up being the kids Mom. And this is the way Akane meets Ranma. She’s immediately goes into Mom Mode (face it Akane has Mom Modes) and is cooing over the kid and then she learns about the curse and immediately freaks a little that a boy is being such a good mom! She has to show Ranma how it’s really done

And of course Genma and Soun use this opportunity. So surprise you’re engaged!

So then we have Ranma and Akane ooing over how good parents they are becoming (in sharp contrast to their own…) all the while thinking that this engagement thing will never work out and too bad since clearly Akane things Natsuko deserves a better mom than her’s who’s good at feminine stuff (Like Shampoo who has at this point clearly started the fliritng) while Ranma thinks Akane totally would want her own life instead of this kid Ranma’s stuck raising who he’s turned out to like a lot.

And then at some point they kiss.

Plenty of more asks to be done. I’ll do Ranma, UY, and Fate.

[ughthatimagineblog]

He Has Nothing On You

bucky barnes x reader

warnings; one bad curse word, steamy scene (you’ll get the joke) bucky thinking his metal arm is ugly

prompt; bucky gets jealous of peter fliritng w Y/N

word count; 912

requested; anon?

a/n; idk why my last two fics are like the exact same word count lmao

  “Hey, Mr. Barnes, remember that time you almost punched my face out? That was sick!” Peter said to a grumbling, just waking up, Bucky. Peter loved poking the bear. The bear being Bucky. Albeit Peter was Y/N’s friend, Peter got the biggest kick out of annoying her boyfriend. The one with the metallic arm.  Peter and Y/N were close friends. They met, unknowingly, when Y/N moved to New York and became a part-time guest speaker at Peter’s school. He had asked a billion questions afterwards, and she was happy to comply later. It was shocking, later on however, when Y/N recognized the voice of a certain Spider-Man on the battlefield not but months later. Now they were here. Peter would flirt with Y/N. Bucky would get jealous. Y/N would comfort Bucky, while holding back giggles, of course.  “You have the prettiest smile, Y/N.” Peter said while leaning over the couch. Bucky and her were eating breakfast when Bucky said something funny. At this Y/N looked over at Peter and winked to Bucky’s dismay. “Thank you, Pete.” She giggled and Bucky took an angry bite of his food.  The next day, Buck walked out to Peter and Y/N watching a movie together. Y/N’s legs were draped over his. Peter’s arm was around Y/N’s shoulder. She would be getting an earful about it later that night judging on Bucky’s huff of annoyance as he passed through the living room.

 You were just tucking into bed when Bucky stormed into your room, that you shared, sweaty from working out. “Woah, hard sesh today, Serg?” You joked, propping open your book. You would have humored the way it made you feel like a middle aged mom if it weren’t for the look on his face.  “Cuddly movie sesh today, Spidey lover?” It wasn’t his best comeback but it made you retract a bit. “Bucky-” You got up and followed him to the bathroom. “No, it’s okay. I know how close you are with him.” Buck said, jealousy dripping off his tongue like poison.  You laid a hand on his flesh shoulder, not caring how damp it was from sweat. “I’m closer with you.”  “Yeah, well it seems to me Peter has you wrapped around his finger. The punk.” Bucky rolled his eyes as he turned on the shower. “Peter is just a kid. He doesn’t have anything.” The man before you scoffed. You took his hands, turning him away from the shower.  You knew where this insecurity was coming from. Buck had always been older, even without the years frozen by Hydra. Peter was closer to your age than he was. And Bucky couldn’t help but feel like a freak with PTSD and a “fucking metal arm”. But you loved him still.  Everything about him. Everything was better with him. Food tasted better, colors were brighter. You had the same effect on him, he just couldn’t see what he did to you. When he was gone for months at a time, you would taste the food Wanda or even Tony would make and it would taste like ash in your mouth.  You had a serious relationship in high school once, and he got you. Understood you. For a time you thought that guy was The One. But there was always something missing. And Bucky filled that spot and more. It was like everything you ever wanted. Of course it was hard. Your dad had PTSD and it tore your family apart so it was definitely hard on you. But you were determined to help.  On nights when Bucky couldn’t sleep or would be awoken with nightmares, screaming, scratching and sweating, arm whirring, you would be there. Sometimes you’d open the double doors to the balcony, letting the cool night air in, and you’d stand up and hold him, swaying.  It was something that calmed him that, to anyone else seemed ridiculous. But to you it was nice and special.

  “Buck, Pete has nothing against you. He doesn’t have our nights against the moon, he doesn’t know where I like to be kissed, he doesn’t know how I am still afraid of the dark, or thunder, or bugs, he doesn’t know what scars on my body mean what and he certainly doesn’t have my heart. You hold that.” You told him.

 Steam had blocked Bucky’s view of himself in the mirror as he turned around but if he could have seen himself, he would have thought how horrible he looked.  He would have seen how great you looked from the back. Instead he looked at your face, searching for any hint of lies. When he found none, he kissed your forehead. “Thank you.” Was all he whispered. Another phrase for ‘I love you’ between the two of you.  Bucky wrapped his arms around you, only to shy away as you felt the stickiness of his sweat. “Argh!” You made a noise as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he knew what he was doing. “I see you’re feeling better!” You remarked and felt him chuckle. “Buck! C’mon, you’re getting me all dirty!” You shouted, still trying, and failing, to get out of his arms.  “Good thing I have a shower going.” He smirked. You loved Bucky and yes, Peter was your best friend. But Bucky was, what you believed, was your soulmate, and no friend could ever break you two up over jealousy.