#anyway OP is correct and I want to start biting about it

[tootysweetcheeks]

I’m a bit belated but this post: link has everyone all up in arms, and rightfully so it’s just in very poor taste! Yet, I’m 95% no actually 99% very nearly 100% sure it’s a bait/troll account! With that being said, I’m still going to criticise a tiny bit. Plus actually voice a tiny bit of a point that was kind of “good”, and then turn it around to criticism!

Going to start here:

My guesses are OP is not familiar with children, because jealousy can form amongst siblings(it’s not a unusual trait at all). Touya grew jealous, and it manifested in a violent outburst. Which I think personally reflects really bad on Enji(and Rei), more so than it does Touya especially when we have the knowledge that Enji decided to push for Natsuo and Shouto in a bid to stop Touya. Which actually OP did say “Touya pushed Enji to have more kids” 😒 yeah ok it’s not like the man could not have took other actions, but he was definitely thinking he could kill two birds with one stone! He gets his desired child, Touya stops training and “surprisingly” it didn’t work!

They did make a point which I thought “yeah they do have a point here”, which was the “Touya brainwashed Natsuo” part and now before anyone bites my head off. Firstly, I want to clarify that I don’t think Touya brainwashed Natsuo, he was a child and he was in clear emotional distress. However, it’s clear that Touya’s words did influence Natsuo’s views on Enji, yet in all honesty this is where the point stops being “good”! Touya may have had some influence in his views, but Enji didn’t exactly rebuff or refute Touya’s claims to change Natsuo’s views. He neglected Natsuo, and from the light novels it’s shown to us that Natsuo did at some point want his father’s attention, but didn’t get it. Natsuo was witness to hearing Rei screams, and Shouto’s cries. Also they claim Natsuo blames Enji for something he didn’t cause “Touya’s death”, but Enji himself also blames himself. This point is hilarious in a bad way not a good way:

Natsuo’s form of “physical abuse” is him shoving Enji’s hand off his shoulder, slamming his fist on, as a mutual of mine pointed out, a doorframe completely the opposite side of Enji’s head(closer to Natsuo’s own head actually) and pushing himself out of the hug Enji enforced(yes out of panic so I’m not holding that against him)!

This screenshot:

I don’t really have anything to say about it, other than it made me laugh 😂🤣! I also want to point out, it’s kind of funny to portray that it was a “good” thing for Enji to play eugenics! Because that is not a good thing! Anyways, I’m not going to even touch upon the fact that, they used the wrong timeline(Rei burn Shouto, Touya died after being the correct timeline) and missed the memo(Touya wasn’t the one to burn the orphanage)!

#bnha #mha #bnha spoilers #boku no hero academia #mha spoilers #my hero academia #bnha manga spoilers #mha manga spoilers #todoroki family #the todoroki family #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha enji todoroki

[indulge-that-sin]

A Social Experience

Characters: GN!MC, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Mammon

Wordcount: 1700

Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Bonding Activities, Humor

(No spoilers for latter lessons, but takes place fairly late in the game.)

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"--a gross, shut-in otaku like me!" Levi finished, on the all too familiar note.

Usually by this point you would already be launching into reassurances that he certainly wasn't gross, and shouldn't talk about himself like that, but this time there was nothing but a silence that bounced off the walls, damning and louder than any words.

You reached into your bag of chips, removed a single potato chip, and ate it as you tilted your head in thought. Levi took your silence like a slap in the face, and recoiled, his face already wavering. The sound of your chewing was distressingly loud in contrast.

You finished chewing and swallowed. "I mean, is that even true anymore?" you asked after a nerve-wracking length of time.

Levi's expression twisted more into confusion than hurt. "Huh?!" 

"Don't you kind of lose your hikikomori credentials if you become popular and people start coming to spend time with you all the time?"

"That's not-- I'm not-- You don't count!" Levi sputtered.

"Oh, I don't count, huh," you repeated, putting a hand to your chest and dramatically feigning heartbreak.

Levi looked abashed now. "Th-that's not what I meant," he rushed to add.

"I know what you meant," you said. "Give it an hour."

Now Levi tilted fully into confusion.

"Give what an hour?"

"My point to be made," you said, and placed your D.D.D. onto the lip of the bathtub, out of your own reach. It was also clearly visible to Levi as you both sat on beanbags in front of his TV, next to the bath tub. "An hour," you repeated in a portentous video game narrator voice.

Levi scowled and picked up his controller again, turning back to his game. But his reactions were off, now. His character moved jerkily around the screen, doubling back and taking wrong turns on the 8-bit map as Levi's mood roiled with the strangeness of the conversation.

You continued eating your chips slowly, savoring the taste of the limited edition novelty flavor that Levi had generously acquired for you. He'd tried to pass it as a coincidence, but he didn't really know anyone else who unironically enjoyed the taste of cream and devilradish chips.

Not even half an hour passed before there was a knock on the door. Levi asked for the password on reflex. Surprisingly, from the other side of the door came a sigh, and then Asmo's melodious voice reciting the string of nerd trivia that Levi had set as a password for him ever since they became unlikely allies for the Bloody Moon competition.

"Come in, I guess," Levi replied, giving you a long look. Your D.D.D. was still on the edge of the bathtub, untouched as you sat there elbow-deep in greasy chips. You couldn't have called anyone over. And yet, was this what you expected to happen?

"Give it forty more minutes now," you said low.

Asmo fluttered into the room, like a passing breeze bringing in the smell of perfume. 

"Oh, there you are, darling, I was wondering where you were," he said, face lit up as he saw you.

He sat uninvited next to you in the beanbag, and you scooted over to make space for him. Levi would have complained, except moving to make room for Asmo meant you shuffled closer to Levi instead, so he ended up biting his tongue.

"What do you want?" Levi grit out.

"Must I want something?" Asmo asked, "Is it not enough that I give my adorable brother the opportunity to entertain me?"

"He's bored," you translated.

"I'm soooo bored," Asmo whined, his shoulders rolling in a full-body sigh. But he perked up as he leaned forward to look at both you and Levi. "But what about all this? Mind if I join the fun~?"

"Let's find a game Asmo can play," you suggested. 

"If you'd like," Asmo acquiesced with a shrug, indicating he'd had some other kind of fun in mind.

Levi gave you another sidelong glance, full of suspicion, but his head was out of the game he was playing anyway, so he exited and pulled up his game library instead. Deciding which game to choose was the trickier part, because Asmo had terrible reflexes, and an attention span worse than Mammon's when it came to playing anything. This ruled out anything requiring twitch reflexes or understanding complicated rules. 

Asmo, meanwhile, scrunched his nose at your chips.

"All that grease and salt is going to be awful for your complexion, darling," he said, clearly disapproving.

"I'm not rubbing it on my face," you said, and defiantly sucked crumbs off your thumb. Levi nearly choked at the sound, which was borderline obscene. The little sound Asmo made in response did nothing to contradict this impression. Levi managed to swallow back the wave of envy before it came undammed by concentrating on the list of games on the screen. He still had to make a selection.

A farming sim seemed like a safe enough choice; something bright and frivolous. Just like Asmo.

Levi passed the controller as the title screen came up, and Asmo, to his credit, managed to choose the 'New Game' option without messing anything up. Yet. When the screen went dark as the game loaded, Asmo couldn't resist looking at his reflection and primping his hair a bit. Levi did resist snorting and rolling his eyes, but it was a close thing.

The character creation screen popped up with its myriad of options, and Asmo gasped in delight.

"Oh! This is a good start! Much better than getting shoved into some ugly gray metal suit at the beginning," Asmo remarked cheerfully. He cycled through the hair and clothing options with the speed and deftness of a veteran player. 

"Hey, beginner armor in RPGs can be colorful too," Levi protested.

"But not fashionable, apparently," Asmo sniffed.

Asmo had only just barely settled on a hairstyle and color combination he thought was adequately cute, and was scrunching his nose at the shirt options, when another knock came at the door.

"Come in," you called out, before Levi could demand a password.

Mammon's head popped through the door, and he pulled a face when he saw you there, just like he always did when you were in somebody else's company and not his.

"Eh? What're you doing here?" Mammon asked, closing the door behind him and sidling up to the three of you. 

He craned his neck and squinted at the screen, like he was verifying that whatever you were doing, it passed his requirements for propriety. Between knowing the kinds of games Levi had in his collection, and seeing Asmo there, maybe he was not completely unjustified in some suspicion, but it still made you want to roll your eyes.

"We're watching Asmo create his character," you explained.

Mammon guffawed. "Betcha been watching him do that for a while!"

"Fifteen minutes, more or less," you said. "But to be fair, Levi takes way longer to create characters."

"It's an important step!" Levi sputtered.

"Especially with the quality of the options," Asmo added. "Look at this. A purple T-shirt with a pink butt on it?"

"That's a peach!" Levi protested, his face turning red.

"I know what a butt looks like, Levi," Asmo replied tartly.

"Wait, wait, Asmo, that black one with the gold design ain't half bad! Go back an' pick that one." 

"That gaudy thing! Absolutely not!"

"Mammon, why are you even here?" Levi asked, now completely exasperated with his brothers.

"I was just seein' if we were still on for Devil Kart against those Purgatory Hall guys. We need ta win back our honor, ya know."

"Do we?" Levi asked suspiciously, "or are you running a betting pool again?"

Mammon made a good show of appearing indignant at the very suggestion, but he'd hit you up earlier today about whether you'd be willing to take a dive in the second half of Candy Mountain in exchange for a lump grimm sum, so you knew too much about the subject to defend Mammon without exposing him.

"Can't I be showin' an interest without ya gettin' all suspicious a' me? What makes me so weird, huh? Asmo here doesn't even play games, and I don't see ya hasslin' him!"

"I do too play games," Asmo protested.

"Really? 'Cause only thing I ever saw you play was that stupid matching thing with the gems, and I ain't seen much of even that lately."

You knew which game Mammon meant, because it was the only game app you'd ever seen on Asmo's phone. You'd watch him play in moments of boredom, swiping his screen with a completely blank look of concentration as he matched the colors of the gems in rows and columns, and they burst into sparkles. 

"Ugh, of course you haven't seen me play, I finished it. I have to wait until they add new levels."

"Didn't that game have like ten thousand levels already?" you asked. "You mean you passed all of them?"

"Eleven thousand and sixty five," Asmo corrected primly. "And yes, I did them all. I have to wait until they add more now. I asked."

The room fell into shocked silence at this. Even Levi looked mildly dyspeptic at the thought of completing eleven thousand levels of a match-3 game. You'd played it yourself for a while, and past the two hundredth level, the number of complicated mechanics the game introduced had completely broken you.

"Anyway," Mammon said after a few more beats of silence. He gestured to the screen, where Asmo was flicking between two shirt options. "This thing got co-op or somethin'?"

You finished your chips, and folded away the empty bag. When you picked up your D.D.D., fifty five minutes had passed.

"Still five minutes left," you muttered to Levi while Asmo and Mammon bickered over the choice of pants. "Wanna play the long odds and see if the twins show up too?"

"Okay, okay, you've made your point," Levi grumbled. "I let way too many people waltz in here. I'll have to tighten security."

But Levi's heart wasn't really in it, and when he turned to watch Mammon try to swipe Asmo's controller while the latter loudly protested, there was almost a smile threatening to spread over Levi's face.

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

One Shot: The Stealth Suit

Summary: Katie has a Stealth Suit Kink, but who doesn’t??

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.

A/N: Let’s face it…there’s no plot here bar a load of smut so…yeah.. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“For the 500th time…I’m FINE, Steve!” Katie snapped at him. Steve took a deep breath, his hands falling to his hips as the jet fell silent. “I’m not the one with a bullet in my leg” “There’s nothing in my leg!” A voice said causing them to turn to the back of the jet where Natasha was sat, Clint wrapping her leg in a bandage. “Its just a graze…” “Nat, I’m so sorry…” Katie started and Nat shook her head, waving her hand. “Nova, I told you to take the shot.” She shrugged “It was a 50/50…ee had to take the chance. Besides, it hit him too so…” “2 people, 1 bullet…” Clint grinned, but Katie couldn’t find it in herself to smile. “I told Fury this was a bad idea…” she shook her head. “I shouldn’t have come.” Clint frowned “Hey, Nova look…I know you’re not technically an agent now but we’d have been out numbered and out gunned without you…it would have been a lot worse.” Katie didn’t say anything. Instead she simply nodded and headed over to retrieve a bottle of water before she sat down. How she had gotten roped into this she had no idea. Actually that was a lie. She knew exactly how it had happened. SHIELD had been tracking a big player who had been bragging amongst certain circles that he had something new, a game changer in the world of arms dealing- a piece of the whiplash technology that Ivan Vanko had developed and used to fight Tony back in 2010. As Tony was currently in London, Fury had asked Katie to look over the blueprints Natasha had retrieved whilst undercover. She had JARVIS confirm it was, indeed, a similar technology and that she also knew from history with Stark Industries that it would be possible to manufacture with the right equipment. That was enough for Fury to run a full scale op to exfil Natasha at the same time as shutting the target down and acquiring the designs to prevent this happening again in the future. Katie had been all set to wish them good luck when Clint had levelled her with a look and told her they were a sniper down as Evans had broken his arm in a training op. Katie had shrugged until Fury had looked at her, asking her to take a place on the field team for this particular mission, and as she had sighed Steve had turned to her and simply said that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to whilst crossing his arms over the front of his broad chest which was adorned with the silver star and stripes…and that was it. She had agreed.

Because she had a weakness for her soldier…and a fucking kink for that goddamned midnight blue and silver kevlar. The mission had gone to shit. They’d gotten what they needed, Katie covering the rendezvous point where they were meeting Natasha only to see her approaching being followed by a man with some form of machete looking weapon. Katie didn’t have a clear shot as Natasha started to duck and dive out of the hostile’s way but Natasha had instructed her to take it anyway. So she did and the bullet had hit it’s intended target…after first grazing Natasha’s thigh as she had thrown her legs up around the guys chest to flip him over. “Stop beating yourself yourself up about it Nova.” Rumlow piped up “Sometimes we take collateral and this time collateral was Widow.” Katie gave an angry noise and turned to Rumlow “I don’t like collateral on any fucking scale Brock…” Rumlow looked as if he was going to bite back but Steve shot him a look causing the man to fall silent. Katie shook her head and made her way back to the seat, pulling our her StarkPhone and burying herself in her actual job, replying to a few emails. Once the debrief was over and Katie had apologised, once again to Natasha, she headed off to the locker room. “You should go talk to her.” Nat looked at Steve as he stood up from where he had been undoing the buckles on his boots. “She’s pissed…” “She’s upset.” Steve corrected. “Get to Medical, that’s an order.” “I’ll see to it she does Cap.” Clint assures him. Steve gave a nod, swinging his shield up onto his back before he headed off after Katie, taking the elevator down to the floor which held the equipment stores and the changing rooms. He knocked on the female one, poking his head in as he knew she would be the only one in there given the hour and the fact Nat was the only other female on the mission. “Honey?” He asked softly as he stepped inside. She emerged from the locker area, dressed in the tight compression tank-top and shorts she wore under the catsuit. “You ok?” “No.” She admitted to him. “Not really…” He sighed and crossed towards her, pulling her into a hug. She pressed her check to his chest as he dropped a kiss to her head. “It wasn’t your fault.” He said and she shrugged in his arms. He pulled back slightly and tilted her chin up with his glove clad hand and she allowed him to capture her lips in a soft kiss. Katie pulled back, and Steve watched as she cocked her head to one side, biting her lip.

He knew that look very well. “You’re a nightmare…” he chuckled, arching an eyebrow and she shrugged, running her hands up his chest, fingers tracing the silver star. He caught her wrists in his hands and she glanced up at him, swallowing at the darkness that was now in his eyes as they flashed with desire. Without a word he reached down, hands hooking on her thighs as he hoisted her up, his lips crashing to hers, her legs wrapped around his waist, underneath the edge of his shield on his back. Shucking off his boots, he strode out of the main area of the room through to the wet room at the back where he gently set her down on the edge of the counter which held the sinks along the edge of the room. He shifted his hands to her back, holding her strongly to him, lips moving from her mouth to her jaw line and then her neck where he nipped gently. Katie gave a groan and her hands dropped to his utility belt, hastily unclipping it before she next went to the button and zips on his uniform pants. “Want something baby girl?” He teased “You know what I want…” she said as he grinned and decided to help her out. He reached for the waist band of his combats, intending on pushing them down over his hips but she stopped him. “Leave it on” “What?” He asked, his voice was gravely from his arousal and he wasn’t quite sure be had heard her right. “You know I love this suit…” she said, reaching into his flies and grabbing his length on her hand, drawing a load grunt from his mouth as she freed him through the space now his trousers were undone at the front. “Leave it on…” “Yes ma'am.” He mumbled, one hand tangling in her hair, the other on the base of her spine as he pulled her close for another deep kiss. He gripped the bottom of her compression tank top and she moved her arms so he could pull it over the top, freeing her breasts and she gave a soft sigh as his head dropped to her chest. His tongue gently traced her nipple, teasing it to a peak as his other hand rubbed at her core through her lycra shorts which were fast becoming soaked. She groaned, her head falling back as Steve grinned to himself, the sight of her simply surrendering herself completely to him in such a raw, trusting and unabashed way was something he would never tire of. His lips traced upwards and he felt her gently pushing on his chest through his uniform. Stepping back slightly, he watched as she jumped down and pushed him round so he had his back to the counter before she dropped to her knees, hands sliding up to the back of his thighs. “Fuck…” he half groaned, half cursed as Katie licked the underside of his shaft making her way from the base up to the tip. She looked up at him, his still gloved hand fell to the back of her head, gently tangling in her hair, the other one grasping at the marble counter top behind him. Maintaining eye contact, Katie wrapped her lips around him and slowly moved her mouth up and down her fingers tightening on the backs of his thighs as he did so. He allowed her to control the pace, his hand simply resting in her hair as her head moved back and forth. His eyes never left hers, the mischievous twinkle still present and as she took him to the back of her throat he let out a loud hiss as his cock twitched. His fingers tightened around the marble top and it was then that they both heard a loud cracking noise. Katie stilled, releasing him from her mouth with a small pop and looked up as Steve glanced at the place his hand rest, the side now displaying finger shaped marks in the marble. “Something got you worked up Soldier?” Katie teased and with that Steve gently tugged her hair. “Get up here…” he instructed softly and she did as she was told, rising to her feet. Grabbing her hips he spun her around and pushed her roughly against the sink basin. His hands tore the fabric of her shorts easily and he tossed the shreds of lycra to the side before he pressed his body into hers, one hand settling on her hip, the other ever so tenderly wrapped around the front of her throat. Steve leaned forward, lips by her ear as he used the hand on her neck to hold her head in place so she was looking directly in the mirror. His eyes locked onto hers as he whispered his simple instruction. “Watch” He saw a flicker in her ears, excitement, as he used his foot to knock her legs apart, bending her forwards slightly before he buried himself in her in one slow, deliberate move, eyes not once leaving hers in the mirror. He saw her face screw up in pleasure as she gave a moan at being taken this way and the hand on her throat gave a gentle squeeze. “Eyes on me doll…” he instructed. Her eyes opened again and locked back onto his as he moved his hips, rocking into her, as deep as he could get. Her back arched, her mouth freely allowing her soft cries and whispers to escape while he thrust deeply into her, again and again. The feeling was exquisite to Katie. He always felt good but now, accompanied by the feel and scratch of that suit against her skin, the noises it was making as it rustled with each movement, the clinging of buckles and belts and then the fact he was being so dominant, ensuring she did as she was told and watched him…fuck, she was all kinds of turned on here. The hand that had been on her hip crept round the front if he belly and Steve reached down, teasing her clit, causing her to shudder and a loud wail of pleasure fell from her lips. Steve chuckled slightly, eyes on hers in the mirror. “Shhhh” he said softly, before he smirked “Like that, huh?” “Fuck, yes…” she groaned, as the hand on her neck moved to the side of her face and Steve turned her head so he could kiss her, his hips moving faster now as he could feel himself starting to unravel. “You close baby?” His voice was a whisper and she answered him with a soft moan as his fingers continued to work in time with his trust, his mouth moving to her jaw line, nipping softly before his hand, once again on her neck, forced her face round to look at him in the glass again. “Cap…Captain…I’m gonna…” “Let go…c'mon…thass my girl…” his Brooklyn accent rolled off his tongue as he continued his deliberate thrusts into her, hand holding her neck in place so her face was focused on his in the mirror. He watched carefully, as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she reached up, grabbing at his arm, as he felt her tightening around him, her legs shaking as she gave a loud, drawn out moan, her entire body convulsing. When Katie opened her eyes she saw Steve’s own flutter shut, his mouth dropping open as his head fell forward, pressing into her neck, biting down softly as he groaned, hips faltering with his release. She watched him, those long eyelashes resting against his now flushed cheeks and when they cracked open to reveal those deep blue eyes she had fallen in love with from the very start, she gave him a soft smile which he returned, tipping her head to kiss him. “You ok?” He asked, his hands sliding over her belly, noticing the marks where she had banged into the unit, frowning slightly. “Did I…” “Stop it…” she instructed him, looking at him. “I’m fine…more than fine…that was amazing.” He chuckled, a swell of smugness in his chest warmed him through as he kissed the side of her neck. “Guess you really do like this suit, huh?” He asked as she turned to look at him, her hands tracing the lines of the star. “Prefer the guy that’s in it but…yeah, not gonna lie. It does things to me…your ass looks great.” She said, looking round him as he laughed. “Its all yours baby” he quipped and she grinned, leaning up to kiss him. “I need a shower.” She mumbled “you joining me?” “Can I take the suit off for that?” He asked. She nodded as her lips ghosted over his “Like I said, the suit’s a kink…what I really love is the man in it.” 30 seconds later said suit was not so stealthily littered around the female changing rooms as Steve backed his girl into the large, rainfall shower cubicle, shutting the glass door behind him with his foot.

#stark spangled banner #steve rogers #Katie Stark #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers smut #chris evans #chris evans characters

[carelessannie]

maybe it goes like this: steve builds his pack (part 3)

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Read on A03

Read the Tony courts Peter wip

Stuckony (focus), Stony, Winteriron, Stucky

A finale to the sweet, slightly angsty backstory in three parts (ending in Stuckony).

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, Dirty dancing, Steve’s got a grip on Tony’s balls

Maybe it goes like this:

Tony doesn’t miss having a pack.

This is the lie he tells himself as he sees a sweet, intimate pack sharing a day out in the city, and later, a young, familial pack with a few pups eating ice cream in the park.

He can vaguely remember his parents buying him ice cream— or maybe he had snuck ice cream out of the kitchen— and eating that alone once. He doesn’t let himself dwell on that for too long.

And being a part of a familial pack by association hasn’t been the worst. He knows worse.

It wasn’t even that his pack growing up had been that bad. Maybe a little emotionally detached, sure, but he’s old enough now to recognize it wasn’t his pack that made the mistake— it was him.

He’s the one who decided to leave after graduating college, convinced that at the mature age of eighteen that he could conquer the world by himself.

Good job, Tony. Where has that left you?

Tony smiles, remembering his dad’s words: Your mistakes are outweighed by your effort to correct them; the damage done is outweighed by your success.

From that day until his dad’s death two years later, his dad was one of his best friends.

Wow, that’s sad.

He’s thankful that his dad followed his own mantra, making up for decades of indifference with calculated companionship and counsel in the last years he had with his family.

Tony guesses that if he had cancer, he would do something similar.

Tony guesses that if he had cancer, he would do something similar.

Tony guesses that if he had cancer, he would do something similar.

Tony used to tell his dad everything: all of his ideas, dreams and hopes for the company. Everything, that is, except his desire for a pack. And his dad, in turn, made sure he was prepared to take over Stark Industries, and had transferred his personal assistant, Pepper Potts, to Tony once he could no longer work in the office.

After his dad’s death, things took a while to get better. He eventually reconnected with Rhodey, his college roommate from MIT. The Air Force Colonel hadn’t been in his Ado-pack out of college, thank merciful god, but they were roommates for a few years and Rhodey had always treated him like a younger brother.

He understands now why his friend was out of touch for so long— his military career took precedence until he accepted a position in New York, working in intelligence. He’s proud of Rhodey, honestly, but had always felt abandoned by his friend. And Tony was also a little bit disappointed when the older man refused to form a pack with him.

“Tony, be realistic,” Rhodey had planted his hands on his hips, giving a twenty-three year old Tony his best disappointed Colonel look, “we aren’t compatible. It would never work.”

It was a repeat argument between them, and had only escalated since Rhodey started dating Pepper a few months earlier.

It wasn’t a secret that Tony was jealous.

“I am being realistic! We’re together all the time, and it would be so easy for you guys to move into my place,” he was desperate, hoping for something he could never have.

Rhodey had sighed, “Dammit Tones. You know I don’t think this is a good idea…” but Tony had jumped on his friend’s hesitation, and eventually convinced the young mates to move in with him.

Two years later, they’re still living with him in his penthouse.

Tony feels alone, sure, but living platonically with a young familial pack is better than living by himself. Or, god forbid it, with a toxic intimate pack.

He shudders as he tightens his tie, taking a long look in the mirror, shaking off the last of his thoughts. Tonight’s a good night.

His suit is tailored perfectly— accentuating his waist and shoulders, lengthening his legs in expensive slacks, and completed with his favorite burgundy tie and gold cufflinks. Damn he looks good. With a wink he’s through the door, heading to the garage and grabbing his wallet off the counter.

He takes the Lambo, because why not and shows up only fifteen minutes late, tossing his keys to the valet and skipping up the stairs to the Met.

A few people try to talk to him on the way in, and he gives away a couple smiles, weaving through the crowd to find his friends and making his way up to the Great Hall and Balcony.

“Tony!” a familiar voice calls across the Hall, and Tony spins to find the happy couple heading his way.

“Rhodey! Pep! What a crazy party, congratulations,” he pulls both of them into a hug, giving Pepper a brief kiss on the cheek, and then, at Rhodey’s pouty-face, swooping in and giving him one too.

Pepper giggles, squeezing her fiancée’s cheek when he recoils in disgust, “Thank you, Tony. And thank you, again, for pulling the strings necessary to get this place— it’s absolutely breathtaking.”

“Hey, it was no problem,” Tony deflects, forcing his smile a little wider, “they set up the sculpture court, right? Pep, I know you’re gonna love that—”

Rhodey’s smile is back, and he laughs, clapping Tony on the shoulder, “Yeah, Tones, they gave us the tour when we got here, it’s great.”

“Good, good, that’s… good.” Tony awkwardly pauses, and his friends exchange a look, Pepper winking — which is terrifying— before smiling secretly.

Both of them turn, and Rhodey motions behind him, “Hey, I’ve gotta find someone. You’ll stay put?” he gives a pointed look to Tony, disappearing before he can respond.

Pepper shakes her head affectionately, grabbing Tony’s hand as he tries to escape. He whines a bit, turning his best innocent eyes on her, “But Pep, I haven’t even had a drink yet. And he wants me to meet people.”

“Hush. You trust us, right?”

Unfortunately, yes.

“Ah, great,” Rhodey comes up to them, towing someone else. Okay, understatement. Towing a large, hunk of a man behind him, filling out his Army blues like they were designed with his body in mind. He’s young— baby faced and adorable— completely out of his depth, probably. His smile actually looks genuine, because Tony can easily see the confusion breaking through his perfectly clear complexion.

Damn, Tony wants a bite.

“Tony, I’d like you to meet my friend, Captain Steve Rogers,” Steve puts forward his hand, and Tony grasps it as Rhodey continues, “... and Steve, this is Tony Stark, my best man.”

Steve looks appropriately stunned. He places his left hand right over top of where they are still joined, and meets Tony’s gaze with a small nod, “Mr. Stark, it’s a pleasure.”

If Tony wasn’t so sure this man was the most dominant piece of military Alpha in the room, he’d ask the good Captain to get on his knees. And beg. Fuck. As it stands, he’s never felt this enamored and respected in an initial meeting— damn, this man knows how to make a first impression.

“Tony, please,” he corrects, smirking into Steve’s beautiful face, “and the pleasure’s all mine, Captain.”

He waits for Steve to release their hands, but all he gets is a similar smirk in return. The larger man squeezes where their hands are joined, brushing his thumb over Tony’s knuckles, and leans in to murmur, “You can call me Captain all night long.”

He releases Tony from the magnetic hold on his hand, and Tony is slightly embarrassed to feel his face heat up, and clears his throat. It’s been years since someone could fluster him like this, and this man has been able to do it in seconds. Before Tony can respond, Steve adds, a little louder for the public ear, “—but just stick with Steve for now.”

“Alright, Steve— how do you know…” and as Tony goes to bring Rhodey and Pepper back into the conversation, he realizes that the couple has left without a word. Tricky bastards.

Steve doesn’t seem phased, though, and answers the question as if Tony had even bothered to finish it,

“I met Jim a year ago during my summer post in Taiwan— both of us were stationed there, doing a few months of consulting for specialized ops, and were fast friends. I swear, Jim was my only buddy over there, and he’s one of the most honorable men I’ve ever met,” the smile that follows his words is soft and remembering, “how about you, Tony?”

“Rhodey and I were roommates at MIT— he’s always been my big brother, and both him and Pep live with me now—”

“Oh,” Steve interrupts, “I didn’t realize you were pack, I just assumed—”

“No, definitely not,” Tony stops him, laughing to help lighten the sensitive subject, “I don’t have a pack. But if we were compatible, I think the two of them would be it for me. It just… it doesn’t work for us,”

Steve shakes his head, a serious expression falling over his features, “No, I get it, that’s personal— I shouldn’t have brought it up. Please, can I— can I grab you a drink?”

Tony resists the urge to reach out and grab his arm, to reassure Steve that there’s no harm done, but instead agrees, “Sure, yes— uh… why don’t you surprise me?”

The flirty, light smile is back, and Steve easily agrees, leaving Tony to find the open bar. He’s thankful for the time to process, easily dismissing a few guests who try to start a conversation with him.

How could Rhodey have kept this guy hidden for so long? Tony barely got a whiff of him, almost getting enough scent to determine compatibility, but not quite. How old is this guy, anyway? And Army? What is Rhodey thinking?

“Here ya go,” Steve’s voice breaks through his thoughts, and he jumps a bit, turning to see the Captain holding two glasses and wearing an unsure smile,

“Damn, Steve— warn a guy?” and he grins playfully, thankful to see Steve laugh along. Tony makes a grab for the glasses, and Steve pulls them out of his reach, laughing even harder, before handing Tony the low tumbler with dark amber liquid and a single orange peel garnishing the top.

Tony peers back up at Steve, “Old Fashioned? With—” he takes a sip.

“Bourbon,” Steve answers before Tony can, and sweet lord, this man has good taste.

Swirling the drink gently, Tony hums and closes his eyes at the taste. Just like his dad used to make.

“I’m glad you like it,” the low voice adds to the moment, and for just one second, Tony allows himself to get lost in the fantasy of drinking sweet Bourbon in his den, with a strong, blonde man by his side.

He opens his eyes to reality, “It’s perfect, Steve,” earning him a satisfied hum in return, “now tell me, what are you drinking this evening?”

“Oh, well—” Steve looks a little hesitant, holding up his larger glass for inspection, “it’s called a Tom Collins.”

“A craving for something sour, Captain?” Tony takes a step closer, sipping his drink slowly.

Steve licks his lips, “I like a good balance,” he takes a long drink of his gin, “and the orange is my favorite part.”

Tony watches his mouth move, admiring his full bottom lip as it’s tugged back by his teeth, breathing in the faint scent of Coffee and Thunderstorms, “You know what,” Tony dips his head forward, peering up at Steve through his lashes, “the orange is my favorite part as well.”

There’s a sharp clink clink clink sound, and the moment is broken between them as attention is called back to the engagement. Tony realizes, regrettably, that he’s supposed to be up front, and gives Steve one last desperate look before leaving to address the crowd.

After the party, he searches for Steve. He asks Pepper, and then Rhodey— both of whom haven’t seen Steve since their introduction earlier.

“Sorry, Tones, but if you want to see him—”

“No, no,” Tony dismisses the suggestion, “it doesn’t— don’t worry about it, it’s— I’m okay, I’m fine, alright? All good.”

Rhodey tries to protest, but Tony just ignores him, kissing Pepper goodbye as he makes a hasty retreat out of the museum. If he can get home first, maybe they won’t ask him to talk about his feelings.

---

Tony doesn’t miss having a pack.

It’s been exactly a year since Pepper and Rhodey moved out, and Stark Industries has never been stronger.

Probably because every spare moment he has is poured right back into his company.

Every. Spare. Moment.

Which is probably why Tony’s late for his best friend’s wedding.

It had been a rough night— Rhodey had insisted on staying up late to bar hop, and their small bachelor party had torn up the most cutting edge and expensive bars all throughout New York City. The downside, unfortunately, is that coming back home at 4 AM— drunk and somehow already hungover— leads to the absolute worst morning a twenty-seven year old could ask for.

So honestly, it’s not Tony’s fault that he shows up a half hour late, barely dressed in his tux, and sunglasses practically taped to his face.

His saving grace ends up being Rhodey. Again.

An assistant meets him at the door, ushering him into the dressing rooms, and tugging off his tux as he moves. He’s handed a cup with a vague order to drink, and the sunglasses are unceremoniously tugged from his face. He struggles a bit under the attention, but after a few minutes of the world’s worst smoothie, blinding light, pressing, steaming, ironing, shaving, and makeup application that will not be mentioned again— Tony is shoved into a larger room with the rest of the bridal party.

Before he can even begin to apologize, Rhodey is stepping forward,

“Tony, this is the least I owe you, brother.”

The statement alone almost has Tony in tears, and he closes the distance to pull Rhodey into a tight hug, whispering, “My body will never forgive you, Rhodey-bear.”

And the wedding goes on without a hitch from there. Pepper, as it turns out, had told Tony to arrive an hour before he even needed to be there— fully expecting him to arrive late. Because of this, he’s sober and aware when his best friends walk down the aisle. It’s a moment to remember.

Pepper looks like a queen— the Beta wears a perfectly tailored trumpet gown, trimmed with delicate lace and a scalloped neckline. Her mate cries— hell, Tony cries.

And a few hours later, he’s sitting alone at the open bar, swishing his drink and thoughtfully picking at the orange slice at the bottom of the glass. He knows he’s one of the only people avoiding the dance floor, but can’t find it in himself to join the party. Instead, he nurses his glass and silently watches his friends dance and laugh together.

“Tom Collins?”

Tony turns to the voice coming from his left, and is greeted with ice-blue eyes, the sharpest jaw known to man, and a filthy pair of lips.

“Tony, but close.”

“Tony—” his name sounds like sin coming from this man’s mouth, “wanna dance, sugar?”

“I really shouldn’t—”

“— c’mon, sweetheart. You’ve spent enough time with this drink, don’tcha think?”

His glass is stolen by this tempting man, who sets it down with a sweet smile and stands to his feet. He extends a hand, and Tony hesitates. He really shouldn’t— it’s been a long day, and he’s not exactly sober. Plus, Pepper might kill him if he makes a scene.

He takes the man’s hand, “Just one song, got it?” and all he gets is a wicked grin in response before he’s pulled off towards the dance floor.

The song playing is low— thrumming and hot. Most of the younger packs have already checked in for the night, saving their pups from the close grind of desperate bodies, scents mingling in Desire and Arousal. It takes only one sweep of the crowd to notice Pepper and Rhodey in the center, leading their guests in a sinful dance— magnetic and dangerous.

The man from the bar stops at the outer rim of the circle, pausing for a moment to strip off his tie and suit jacket. His eyes sweep over Tony’s appearance, and he steps closer, breath tickling the nape of his neck as he asks, “May I?”

Speechless, Tony nods. He’s surrounded with sweet Oranges and creamy Milk Chocolate as the Omega gently loosens his tie, pulling it over his head and folding it onto the table before slipping his hands up Tony’s shoulders, pushing underneath his jacket, and tracing his arms until the jacket falls, forgotten.

Chest to chest, the Omega looks up through his eyelashes, “Dance with me, Beta.”

Pulled closer to the center of the crowd of moving bodies, Tony keeps the man pressed against his side, then shifts to face him. He’s only an inch taller than this Omega, but the similar height works to their advantage as Tony grabs his hips, starting a slow grind that has the man in front of him clutching at his neck, his hair, and breathing out a sigh.

“Like that, baby?” Tony growls, digging his fingers into the Omega’s hips as they move together, foreheads touching, enjoying the friction and small sounds coming from his partner.

“Don’t stop, please,” Oh, begging sounds divine coming from this younger man’s lips. Tony wants to do absolutely wicked things to this guy.

They move together, the Omega shifting to follow his rhythm and relaxing under Tony’s hold as he moves his right hand higher, scratching his nails along the gentle arch of the man's back, as his left hand moves lower to firmly grip his ass. He squeezes, and the sweet Omega moans Tony into his neck.

“I’ll give you what you need, baby.”

“B— bucky,”

“Bucky?”

He gets a smile in return, along with a particularly dirty move of his hips, “My name is—”

“Bucky?”

A third voice breaks the spell, and Bucky sighs, stopping their dance and putting a bit of space between their bodies— which does absolutely nothing to hide their shared arousal.

“Whaddaya want, Stevie?”

Tony looks over his shoulder to see a hulking, blonde and horrifyingly familiar Alpha standing behind them— arms crossed and a face that screams unamused.

“I wanna know why my mate is putting on a show with—” he finally looks at Tony, and his expression blooms with shock and recognition, “— Mr. Stark. Of fucking course.”

“Language.”

“— shut up Bucky, of course you’d happen to find him of all people…”

“Well,” Bucky starts to defend, “you wouldn’t make a move, so I thought I’d get things started.”

Now Tony’s confused, “Wait, hold up,” he looks between the two men as they glare at each other, “did you… are you trying to get with me?”

The couple turns and looks at Tony like he’s an idiot, Steve gesturing at where he’s still hard in his pants, “You didn’t get that from the reenactment of Dirty Dancing a few minutes ago?”

Bucky lets out a sharp laugh, cutting through the tension, and Steve’s face practically melts at the sight and scent of HappyAmusedOmega. Tony bets his face is doing something similar as he shakes his head in protest, “You guys are really serious? Can we— can we talk somewhere… more private?”

Definitely the wrong thing to say, because Bucky practically cackles in glee, “Darlin’ you can do anything to me in private,” and Steve reaches over to smack him on the shoulder,

“Slow, Bucky,” and he earns an eye roll from his mate, “Tony, let me see your phone.”

Right now, Tony feels like putty in his hands, which is probably why he gives over his unlocked phone without a word. Bucky slings his arm around Tony’s waist, and he notices that the crowd has thinned out, music slower and without the charge from before. Steve types a few things before handing the phone back,

“I put in our numbers— Tony, if you want to see us again, for dinner or even just coffee, please text us,” Steve squeezes his shoulder, and then moves his hand to cup Tony’s elbow, pulling him— and Bucky, by consequence— in closer,

“Tony, I need you to know: you are not obliged to see us again, even though we come on a little strong. You are— we are—”

“You’re all he could talk about tonight, Tony,” Bucky cuts in, turning Tony to look into his eyes, “and maybe you’ve never given him a second thought, but he met ya last year and has been dyin’ to see ya again—”

“— Bucky—” Steve warns,

“No, sorry Alpha, but it needs to be said. Tony, I have a feelin’ the three of us are damn compatible, and it would be a waste not to try. Give us a chance, yeah?” and the silence that follows is paired with twin expressions, eager and hopeful.

“Guys, I…” Tony is tired of being alone. He’s tired of denying what he really wants.

“... I’ll text you soon, okay?”

At the startled look from Steve and whispered oh, okay Tony from Bucky, he flees. He’s a perfect Cinderella alright— too afraid of honest confessions to stick around long.

But maybe he’ll keep his promise.

---

It takes a week for Tony to text them, and he does it as a group message. Both mates seem relieved to hear from him, and set up a date for that weekend, insisting that they pick him up and pay.

It takes two weeks after that, and three more dates, for Tony to realize that they want to formally court him.

A month after they start courting Tony, he asks about their intentions.

“I’ve gotta wonder, guys— are you really that serious about building a permanent pack? Or is this just a seasonal pack for you guys while you’re getting out of the Army?”

Bucky looks hurt by this, but it’s Steve who spells it out.

“I know we’re young, Tony. I mean— you’re not even thirty, Buck is twenty-one and I’m just twenty-two. Look, I know I’m really young to be a pack Alpha. Neither of us have experience leading a pack, but… it’s been something we’ve wanted for a while. It’s the reason Buck and I haven’t bonded yet, and it’s a dream of ours to have an intimate pack to start a family with.”

He’s stunned by Steve’s words. His pack growing up definitely wasn’t intimate, and after his horrible Ado-pack, he had completely dismissed the idea of ever having something like that again. But now.

“Tony, darlin’,” Bucky reaches forward to take Tony’s hands, “I think we have something really special, here. It could take years to build our pack, but Steve is pretty sure six is our magic number. Don’t ask me why. And also,” he hesitates, looking down at his hands, "I’ve gotta tell ya somethin’ important. Two things, actually.”

“What is it, sweetheart?” Tony asks, concerned, as Steve gives Bucky a nod of encouragement.

“Well, first of all,” Bucky looks back into Tony’s eyes as he continues, "Steve and I are compatible by memory. Like— when we first scented each other, a few years ago, we had a scent memory. We— we haven’t bonded because of the pack, but we will. And second,” he pauses a moment, “I’m not pack omega.”

“You’re… not?”

“No, I— I’m not a submissive, Tony. I’m Vers and swing submissive for Steve most days. But I can’t fully submit for a pack, and this means there will be a fully submissive Omega who mates with us. And gets— gets to—”

Steve cups his mate’s cheek, “Baby,”

“No, it’s. It’s fine, Stevie, I—” Bucky tries to pull out of Steve’s hold, but the tears are already falling as he rubs them away, “— I just can’t. I can’t give you pups.”

Oh. Oh. Tony did not know that.

Bucky is tucked under Steve’s arm as the Alpha continues to explain, “When we bond as a pack, if we decide to bond, it’s very likely that only the submissive pack Omega will pup for the pack Alpha. It was— hard, you know? Realizing that Buck and I can’t have a family—”

At this, Bucky buries his face in his hands and lets out a single sob,

“— but we’re willing to give that up if it means having the perfect pack, okay?”

Tony is shocked. He guesses it makes sense that the pack Alpha and Omega would be biologically directed to mate together. It seems unfair, though, that a scent compatible, soulmate pair wouldn’t be able to start a family. But—

“What about other bonded members?”

Both men look up at Tony in confusion, “What do you mean?” Steve asks.

“I mean, what if two other packmates decided to mate. Is there a chance they would pup?”

Bucky still looks confused, but Steve’s face lights up in understanding,

“You mean, what if we all bonded— would you and Bucky be able to get pregnant?”

“Wait, is it possible?” the hope in Bucky’s eyes is devastating as he looks between Alpha and Beta, gripping onto Steve’s arm with fresh tears shining on his cheeks, “could I still have pups?”

“It’s possible, Buck, but I have no idea.”

Bucky ignores Steve’s response and stands from his seat, moving quickly to Tony and straddling his lap, throwing his arms around the Beta’s neck. Tony steadies him with arms around his waist, and rocks them gently as Bucky starts to cry into his neck.

After a few minutes, Steve looking at them with overwhelming affection, Bucky’s tears run out and he sniffles into Tony’s neck, “Thank you, my Beta.”

“For what?”

The Omega pulls away, pushing Tony’s hair out of his face as his smile widens,

“Giving me hope.”

---

In May, Bucky finally graduates from West Point, and decides to work in engineering in the city. Steve has been working with Rhodey in “intelligence” for a year, and Tony finally feels happy.

They spend most of their time at Steve and Bucky’s apartment in Red Hook. Tony doesn’t mind the drive, and absolutely hates being alone in his penthouse— plus, he’s come to actually like Brooklyn. And if he spends his free time searching for the perfect spot to build a house, no one has to know.

And it works fine for now, because Steve still insists on taking it slow— although if Bucky and Tony had it their way, the three of them would already be mated. It sometimes feels like just the two of them are dating and Steve’s their chaperone, drawing boundary lines of, “Hey, clothes stay on, boys,” and, “Bucky, get off Tony’s lap, I swear to god.”

So Tony corners Steve.

Or more accurately, Steve is fixing them dinner and Tony pins him to the counter from behind, grinding up into his ass and growling.

He feels Steve stiffen beneath him, and Tony laces their fingers together where Steve’s are resting on the counter, nibbling on the back of his neck inches from his bonding spot.

“What’re you doin’ Tony.” it’s barely a question, and Tony just tightens his grip and bucks his hips forward, letting Steve feel his arousal.

Steve growls in response and turns in his arms, breaking Tony’s hold. He looks into the Alpha’s eyes, blazing red, and Steve slowly prowls forward, backing Tony into the fridge. His arms come up to frame Tony’s face as his back hits, forcing eye contact and baring his teeth in a predatory smile.

One of his hands reaches lower, gripping Tony and causing the Beta to groan at the friction, “Is there something you want, baby?” Tony shakes his head, losing the confidence from earlier, but Steve continues, “you need to use your words, Tony. I can’t help ya if you don’t tell me what you need.”

Ooo, Tony’s blood burns with the challenge, and he rocks forward into Steve’s grip, his own hands reaching forward to hold onto the Alpha’s shoulders. Steve presses in closer, and Tony licks a small stripe up his throat, stopping centimeters from his ear, “I need you, Alpha. Why can’t I have you?”

“Oh, Tony,” Steve chuckles, releasing his grip and sliding both hands around to cup Tony’s ass, pulling them closer until their fronts are pressed together, betraying Steve’s obvious interest, “you can have me all you want, baby. I just need something from you first.”

“Yes, Steve. Fucking anything.”

He’s pushed away, back hitting the fridge as Steve steps back, “Be ours. Promise it. Move in with us, and then we’ll mate.”

“Alpha,”

“Those are my terms, Beta,” Steve puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder, pushing him out of the kitchen and into the living room, “and until then, let me finish cooking and go keep Buck company, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, and turns back to his meal while Tony stands frozen in the doorway. He can see Bucky lounging on the couch, wrapped in soft blankets and pretending he hadn’t just heard their whole conversation. He sees the way Steve moves around the kitchen, natural and dominant in his home— caring and providing for his pack.

For my pack, Tony thinks to himself.

“I’m yours.”

Both sets of eyes are on him, and Steve drops everything in his hands. He sees Bucky stand up from the couch.

Steve takes a step towards him, “W— what did you say?”

“I said— I’m yours. And you’re… you’re mine. My pack,” he looks into Steve’s eyes as the taller man steps into his space, “My Alpha.”

He hears a soft exhale, and feels Bucky grab his arm. Tony turns, “and My Omega.”

“My Beta,” Bucky breathes,

Steve kisses the Omega’s cheek, smiling wide, and pulls Tony into his arms,

“Ours.”

No, Tony doesn’t miss having a pack. But here— wrapped up in between his Alpha and Omega— he’s wanted, he’s safe, and he finally belongs.

#stuckony #stony #winteriron #getting together #stucky #steve x tony x bucky #d/s fic #slight nff #fanfic #completed #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #mood board #MiGLT #omegaverse

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Failing a Polygraph (Nessian)

All I write is Nessian. Wrote this in 5 minutes because I had a dream about being in the CIA and having to take one of these.

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“State your name for the record.”

“Nesta Archeron.”

The annoyingly beautiful man across from her smiled as the polygraph machine started taking down a baseline. 

Nesta sat, perfectly unmoving, and tried not to roll her eyes. These things were so tedious. And besides being a huge waste of time, they’d taught her in the academy how to beat one, so it was actually kind of pointless. 

“Date of birth?”

She sighed. “March 15th, 1995.”

“Just two days after mine,” Cassian pointed out, oh-so-helpfully. 

“That’s not a question.”

He smiled, dimples popping up on his tan skin. “Right you are. You’re applying to the Paramilitary Operations Unit, correct?”

“Yes.” 

He should very well know, considering it was his unit, but she kept that to herself. 

“Why?”

Fuck, I hate polygraphs. 

“I’ve maintained my cover during my three years with the CIA, so I’d be perfect for undercover ops.” He didn’t look impressed, so she continued. “Plus, I aced all the exams to enter the unit.”

“Did you now?”

She didn’t ask why he didn’t just look at the needle in front of him to see that it was the truth. Cassian just sat there, smirking like always, golden eyes studying everything about her. 

“I believe I scored one point higher than you, actually,” she said cooly, unable to help it. 

She never had figured out how to bite her tongue around him. 

They’d met around two weeks ago, after her preliminary interview for the unit. Nesta had bumped into him in the hallway, not known he lead the program she desperately wanted to be a part of, and had given him her piece of mind when he’d commented on her dress.

Or rather, what was under her dress. 

It wasn’t exactly a great first impression.

Not that he seemed to mind. Ever since then, he’d been teasing her, and flirting with her, and driving her insane in every possible way. 

Including now. 

Cassian smiled, leaning back in the chair and watching the needle move in between them. 

“Tell me a secret,” he said, eyes twinkling with undisguised interest.

Just to mess with him, she responded, “I had a dream about you last night.”

He twirled a hand in the air. “Elaborate.”

“I was at a drive-thru, and you were the one flipping burgers,” Nesta replied, biting her lip to keep the smile off her face.

“Very funny.” He scowled at her, which only made her smile grow. “Have you ever committed a crime?”

“Nope.” She gave him a small smile. “Contemplated assault a few times, though.”

Cassian rolled his eyes. “Have you ever committed an act of treason against the United States?”

“No.”

“Great. Boring questions are out of the way.” 

Wonderful.

“What’s your most embarrassing memory?”

Nesta finally gave into the urge to roll her eyes. “In ninth grade, I got off the school bus and the wind lifted up my skirt. And before you ask, yes, I was wearing underwear.”

“I’m jealous of the kid behind you,” he joked, running a hand through his hair. She traced the motion, wondering how the hell he managed to look good even under fluorescent lighting. “Let’s see... what else do I want to know?”

“No, what else do you need to know? For the purpose of giving me a job?”

He shrugged one of his massive shoulders. “Same difference, baby. I want to know... won’t you find it difficult?”

“Find what difficult, Cassian?” she spat back, both loving and dreading the tone of his voice. 

He smirked, full lips so damn distracting. “Working under me.”

It was an innocent question, but the way he said it made it beyond obvious what he meant. 

“Nope,” she replied, popping the p with satisfaction. 

“Really?” he scoffs, golden eyes twinkling with mischief. “I mean, it’s beyond obvious you’re attracted to me.”

Nesta gritted her teeth, the urge to rip the wires off her and strangle him with them growing by the second. “First, I’ll remind you this is a professional polygraph.” He rolled his eyes. “Second, you’re supposed to be asking me questions.”

“Fine.” He leaned forward, thick arms crossed on the table. “Are you attracted to me, Nesta?”

Her mouth dropped open on its own accord. Is he serious?

“I’m reporting you to your superiors,” she mumbled back, face heating with a blush. 

A laugh. “Who, Rhysand? My best friend? Fell free. Now answer the question.”

“What question was that, exactly?” she asked, trying everything to stall the inevitable. 

Cassian rolled his eyes, well on to her games. “Nesta Archeron, are you attracted to me?”

“No,” she said back, using all the tips and tricks she’d learned in the academy to fool the machine. 

He grinned, eyes shooting to the polygraph machine between them. They lit up like a fucking kid on Christmas when he looked back up. “That’s a lie.”

Shit shit shit. There was literally no telling what was going to happen next. 

“Machines make mistakes.”

Cassian shrugged, leaning closer to her. “Next question, then. Have you ever imagined having sex with me?”

Every time I look at you, you fucking miserable bastard.

“No.”

He didn’t even need the polygraph to catch that lie. Her blush was so bad, she wondered if she’d catch fire and burn through her skin. This was the most embarrassing thing she’d ever gone through. 

Except, for some reason, she wasn’t that embarrassed. It was obvious he already knew she was attracted to him, so he was probably just messing with her. 

“That’s a lie,” he repeated with a smile. 

Before he could ask another damning question, she said, “This is very unprofessional. And annoying. If this were reversed, would you endure it?”

“Yep. Ask me anything you want.”

She hadn’t really seen that coming. 

She decided to give him a taste of his own sickeningly sweet medicine. “Are you attracted to me?” she asked, sure he’d lie and say no. He hadn’t been the only one to catch onto something.

“Yes, I am. Infuriatingly so.”

Nesta decided she’d never breathe normally again, but she whispered back, “And have you thought about-”

“Having sex with you? Oh, baby girl, you have no idea. I think about having you under me all the fucking time.” He gave her a sour look. “I hardly get anything done with you around.”

She needed to get her jaw wired shut or something, because it was ridiculous to just sit here with her mouth open like this. 

“So, you see, you can’t be in the unit.” Wait, what? I’m going to fucking kill him. “And before you try to strangle me, I’ve already recommended you for the Special Operations Unit, which is basically the same thing, just not for vets. Okay?”

Wait... then why- “Why the hell did you make me take this poly, then?”

He smiled that little smile of his. “I had a hunch you wanted to jump me, but I couldn’t be sure until I had you hooked up to this thing.”

Oh, that’s it. Nesta grabbed the wires across her chest and threw them on the table with a growl, getting up so fast her chair hit the wall with a bang. 

She exploded into the hallway, practically sprinting towards towards the exit. She was almost there, literally had her hand around the handle, when something wrapped around her waist and pulled her the other direction. 

Straight into a supply closet. 

“What the-”

Cassian grabbed her wrists and slammed them above her head into the door now closed behind her, then pressed his lips roughly against hers. 

His mouth was hot on hers, devouring her everywhere, and he kissed her like a drowning man coming up for air. 

And, much to her own surprise, she kissed him back. 

She told him how much she hated--and wanted--him with her mouth, making sure he understood her perfectly. Nesta knew she should stop, knew they were at work and that she wasn’t about to let him have her in a damned supply closet.

But she also couldn’t bring herself to care.

So she kissed him until she went weak in the knees, and his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her standing. 

He pulled back, nipped her nose, and murmured, “See, I can’t exactly do that to the people in my unit.”

She just nodded and pulled him back down to her. “I’m still filing a complaint about you,” Nesta told him, completely serious.

Cassian kissed her again, lips now sweet against hers. “I’m not worried. Worked out pretty well for me, anyway.”

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Coming out with some Rowaelin tomorrow.

@a-bit-of-a-cactus @bamchickawowow @b00kworm @aesthetics-11 @sleeping-and-books @musicmaam @savemesoon8 @hizqueen4life

#nessian fanfiction #nessian #cassian #nesta x cassian #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acowar #acomaf #acofas #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

Alright kiddos, it is time for! The last chapter of the opening arcs / battle trial! Wherein we continue Katsuki's mental breakdown! <3

I’m considering doing some kind of end-of-arc(s) summary / personal thoughts thing after this as a way of sort of compiling my thoughts on the story as a whole so far, as well as just being open to answering your general ideas and open questions / suggestions about the story and characters and whatnot so far (and I guess to come?) So have at it, I want to know what you all think about these first eleven chapters as an introduction to the series / characters / plot / whatnot.

[No. 11 - Bakugou’s Starting Line]

That is… a lot less damage than I thought there was. Like, it still looks pretty bad, but not to the point of ‘it’s going to collapse if someone breathes funny’ bad like I was thinking before. The active explosion of the panels before this probably added to that impression. Also, the building is a LOT smaller than I thought it was?

And speaking of Katsuki’s mental breakdown! He’s just standing there in complete shock while Tenya is comforting a vomiting Ochako, and Izuku is passed out on the floor. Someone points out that the losing team is almost unscathed while the winners are down for the count - they lost the battle but won the war, so to speak. Tsuyu points out that it’s just training though.

(to the tune of ‘Final Countdown’) It’s a mental breakdown~ (kazoo solo)

But in full seriousness, this is the first true moment we see of his worldview being smashed open. Like, he was definitely shaken with Izuku’s actions back with the sludge villain, but Katsuki was just more quiet and sullen. Here? Here he’s just had one of the pillars he built his entire mindset around - that Izuku was weaker than him - torn down as violently as the wall he blasted open. He is not okay with this. He’s sweating, he’s shaking, he’s probably about five seconds from collapsing to his knees and screaming. 

Fortunately, he’s mostly knocked out of his own head by All Might showing up and placing a hand on his shoulder, telling him to head back so he can get graded. Katsuki doesn’t really seem to be listening as All Might goes on about how whether one wins or loses, they can come out ahead by learning from the experience - instead he’s watching as Izuku is taken away on a stretcher by two transpo-bots to the nurse’s office. 

In the monitor room, All Might announces that the VIP of the battle was Tenya, much to said boy’s surprise. Katsuki is looking pretty gloomy and stuck in his head, while Ochako is still struggling with the lingering nausea. Tsuyu asks why the VIP isn’t one of the hero team who won, and All Might asks the class if any if them can guess at his reasoning. 

Momo raises her had and says she does, and then explains that Tenya had best adapted to the scenario. Katsuki’s actions were motivated by a personal grudge, and his use of destructive attacks indoors was foolish. Izuku’s performance suffered from the same faults. And Ochako lost focus halfway through and her final attack was haphazard - if the weapon had been real, the attack would be unthinkable. Tenya, on the other hand, formed an actual counterstrategy, and thought about what the struggle would be like. His only fault was being too slow to react at the end, and the hero team only won because it was a training exercise with exploitable restraints. 

Tenya is touched. Meanwhile, the rest of the class is stunned silent, with All Might shaking because she said it better than he could. He hesitantly adds that Tenya was a bit too stiff, but otherwise she was correct. She huffs and says that they need to start at the bottom and work up - if they don’t cheer each other on, they won’t even become top heroes. Her name is also introduced here, as well as the fact that she’s the number one recommended first year.

How’s Katsuki doing?

Eh… we’ll come back to you in a bit. For now, the other battle trials! Shouto and Shouji (hero team) versus Ojiro and Hagakure (villain team), in a new location. The heroes are both quiet, while Hagakure is getting hyped up and taking off her gloves and boots to go full stealth mode. Ojiro is a bit flustered at that, thinking that it makes sense for someone invisible, but that it feels unethical.

(Which is, I’m guessing, that comment that her ‘hero costume’ is being buck naked, which honestly, I refuse to believe. If the support companies can make a costume for someone who goes impermeable (which, by its own definition, would mean light goes through as well, ergo ‘invisibility’), then she can get one as well. I think she’s just a troll who says the costume is nothing to fluster others - I mean, considering she does like hidden camera shows, and they tend to do those weird stuff to surprise or discomfort people, it would fit in line with her character.)

Anyways, when the hero team is sent in, Shouji is listening in just inside the building with several arm-ears, right before they shift into really concerning-looking mouths to relay information. Shouji tells his partner that one is on the north side of the fourth floor, while the other is on the same floor barefoot - clearly, the invisible one is trying to ambush and capture them. Shouji also gets a title card and an explanation of his quirk, Dupli-arms: he can replicate his own body parts at the tips of his tentacles!

Shouto warns Shouji to get out, since it’s about to ‘get frosty in here’. Their opponents think they’re playing a defensive game, but it means nothing to him. He then proceeds to show off just what he means by ‘frosty’.

Yeah, that’s a bit OP there. Poor Ojiro - and definitely poor Hagakure, who got frozen to the floor with bare feet. Shouto walks in and says to bring it on, but that fighting without the soles of their feet will be painful. All Might and Kirishima are shivering in the monitor room from the cold, with All Might noting that neither Shouto’s ally nor the weapon were harmed when he immobilized the enemy; Kirishima says that he’s too strong. 

Hagakure’s hurting where she’s frozen, and Ojiro is freaked out and not even trying to break out as Shouto walks past and puts his left hand of the weapon, giving his team the win. Shouto apologizes to them as the ice steams away, Ojiro shocked to see how quickly the building is warming up. As Shouto finishes melting the ice, he declares that they are in different leagues - and we get his title card!

Number two recommended first year, quirk Half-Hot, Half-Cold (which I think is supposed to have some greater pun or sound better in Japanese? [Hanrei Hannen] I suppose does roll a bit better, but hmmm…) His right side can freeze things and his left can burn. His range and limits are unknown - what a beast! 

(Katsuki, meanwhile, is biting his lip to keep himself from saying anything - likely another blow to his preconceived belief that he was the strongest right while he’s trying to come back from the last one.)

We get a brief summary of what the other teams did: Sero and Kirishima played villains and defended with Sero’s tape as traps around the room. Tsuyu went along the walls while Tokoyami had his quirk primed to attack. Jirou scouted with her quirk while Kaminari kept a charge prepped in his hand, and Mina threw a ot of acid around, a bit of which burned Aoyama’s cape. 

We transition to the end of the class, with All Might telling everyone well done, and that besides Izuku, there were no serious injuries. He complements their teamwork and says they all did splendidly, considering it was their first exercise. Someone in the class mentions that after Aizawa, a straightforward class that that was almost a letdown. All Might walks away, saying that the teachers are free to have no-nonsense classes if they like, and that he’s off to give Izuku his evaluation, letting them know to get changed out of their costumes and head back to the classroom before he runs off in a hurry. Mineta notes he seems to be in a hurry, but that he’s also so cool.

All Might glances back, seeing Katsuki in the back of the class still in a gloomy state. He thinks about how Katsuki is ‘a bundle of conceit’ and how the most inflated egos are often the most fragile. As a teacher, he needs to give the boy some counseling, but for now, he has to save on his time, due to only having enough strength to get through a single class.

Which, considering All Might’s limit before USJ is three hours, seems a bit weird, so let’s do some math.

The villain teams have five minutes to set up, and the heroes have fifteen to get to the bomb after that - twenty minutes. With five rounds, that’s an even hundred minutes for the exercises, not counting those that ended early. With all the time saved from Shouto’s instant take out and assuming average times for the others, we probably have more like eighty minutes spent on those exercises. Of course, we can then add time for getting to and from the buildings, as well as the assessments of each match and determination of the VIP. So that can probably bumped back up to 100 minutes, maybe closer to 110? Which would just fit within the bounds of a double-class period for Japanese schools (which are fifty minute classes with ten minute breaks in between). 

Japanese classes have four periods before lunch and three after. The ‘canon’ schedule has heroics lessons happen THROUGH lunch period, which makes no sense when they need that energy in order to be able to fight. I am also skeptical of fighting right after lunch, when that makes it more likely for them to throw up if they take a bad hit, ergo, the reasonable time period for these lessons is the last two periods of the day - thus giving the kids about an hour for food to digest and energy to get into their systems.

I think this is also added onto with how Izuku doesn’t freak out after this over missing a class, which makes sense if it was the last one. Plus, well, scheduling the most exhausting and injury-prone class at the end of the day means that anyone who needs to rest a while actually can without missing important things - and that the kids won’t be too tired to pay attention to whichever teachers they would otherwise have afterwards.

...right, my original point. All Might is supposed to have three hours, but gets stressed out after using just two hours here. I can get that maybe it’s three hours total, but holding it for two continuously without chances to ‘unflex’ and rest for a bit might be straining on him still? Or maybe he just spent some time that morning doing hero things and so ran out of time a bit early. 

Anyways, I think I’ll end this off here, since it’s about halfway and we did get through quite a bit. Next time, we finish off the opening arcs of the series, and then I guess I do some Q&A / personal thoughts so far / narrative analysis / whatever? I guess send in questions or thoughts or whatever you guys have, and I’ll answer them after the next post. 

#chapter 11 #readthrough #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #opening arcs #bakugou katsuki #Iida Tenya #uraraka ochako #yagi toshinori #yaoyorozu momo #todoroki shouto #shouji mezou #ojiro mashirao #hagakure tooru #including yet more math #and thoughts about scheduling #i know there's a 'canon schedule' #but as the canon schedule is stupid #I elect to ignore it and determine what it has to be based on what we see in canon #also weird to not have this tagged with izuku #but he's not really in this part of the chapter so #he'll be back for the next part

[zukoskataraa]

the one where zuko streams

merry christmas everyone! here’s a quick oneshot i made just in time for christmas, although it isn’t related to the holiday at all. hope you guys enjoy!

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“Zuko? Are you home?” Katara asks as she walks through the front door, taking off her shoes. She puts her bag down on the counter and unties her hair from her bun, sighing. She hears Zuko laugh, and sees him peeking through the doorway from his office/game room.

“Hey, babe.” He’s gone as quick as he appeared, and Katara frowns. “Ah, that was my girlfriend, guys. She just came home.” Zuko says and Katara heads towards the room where Zuko’s at. “You guys want to see her? I’ll have to ask her first if she’s alright with that.” 

“Zuko? You’re streaming?” Katara asks from the doorway, hidden from the camera. Zuko pauses his game and adjusts his headphones as he looks at her, smiling.

“Yeah. Everyone wants to see you, babe. If you’re cool with that.” Zuko says. Katara bites her lip as she slowly walks towards Zuko. Zuko chuckles and grabs Katara’s hand, gently pulling her towards him. She yelps as she lands on his lap. Zuko laughs and swirls his chair back towards his computer, their faces on the top left of the screen.

“This is my girlfriend! Her name’s Katara.” Zuko says proudly, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. Katara looks at the right side of the screen, and Zuko’s chat stream is immediately filled with heart-eyed emojis and heart emojis.

Katara smiles and waves awkwardly, and Zuko gives her a peck on the cheek, making her blush. “How long have you been streaming?” Katara asks.

“About an hour or so. I should be done by 11.” Zuko says and Katara nods. It was 10:24 now.

“Oh, you’re playing Genshin Impact?” Katara asks, finally noticing the game on the screen.

“Yup. Just farming.” Zuko replies. Katara looks at the chat.

“Do you play Genshin, Zuko’s girlfriend?” She reads aloud someone’s comment and giggles.

“Katara doesn’t play Genshin. I’ve been trying to convince her though. She’s a tough egg to crack. But I think she knows a bit about it.” Zuko replies, completely distracted now that Katara was with him. 

“They’re so in love wtf I wanna experience that.” Katara reads aloud, blushing as she reads a comment and she smiles. Zuko chuckles.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll experience it soon.” He says in reply to the comment that Katara just read.

“Easy for you to say. You already know how it feels.” Katara jokes and Zuko chuckles.

“You’re right. And it’s the best feeling ever.” Zuko replies and Katara smiles, reading another comment.

“Your girlfriend is so pretty, I’m jealous.” Katara says, blushing. Zuko smiles.

“She really is pretty. And sweet. And kind. And I love her.” Zuko says and Katara blushes even more. There are more heart emojis in the chat now.

“Look at you, being all sappy right now.” Katara teases and Zuko chuckles.

“I can’t help it. When I have you with me, it’s hard to keep my emotions in check.” Zuko says and Katara giggles. “Sorry for being sappy on the stream guys. It’s not every day that Katara is here with me, streaming. She’s really busy since she’s a clinician at the hospital. So, I try to spend every minute I can with her.” Zuko explains, hugging Katara even tighter. Katara blushes.

“You say that, yet here you are streaming.” Katara jokes and Zuko chuckles.

“Well, at least I have you with me.” He replies. “Are you gonna go to bed now? Or do you wanna stay here with me and stream?” 

“Oh, I don’t wanna disturb your time with your fans.” Katara says. Her eyes are stuck on the right side of the screen, reading the chat.

“Nonsense. Guys, it’d be okay if Katara streams with me, right?” Zuko asks, looking at the chat stream. It’s flooded with ‘yeses’ and thumbs up emojis. “See, everyone loves you. But if you’re really tired, you can sleep babe.” 

“I mean, what’ll I do if I stream with you?” Katara asks, smiling when she sees a comment saying ‘I came here for the game but I’m staying for these two lovebirds.’

“Well, I guess you can sit on my lap and look pretty. But, that’s what you’re already doing.” Zuko replies and Katara blushes. “Oh, you can read the chat aloud while I play.”

“Okay, yeah. That seems doable. But won’t it be hard for you to play like this?” Katara asks and Zuko smiles.

“I’ll manage.” He says as he moves his chair a bit closer to his desk. “Alright! Let’s head back to the game now, guys.” Zuko resumes the game, and starts to move his character towards a small group of enemies.

“What are those?” Katara asks.

“These are fatui. I hate fighting them, but I need their rewards to level up my characters. So I don’t have a choice.” Zuko replies, eyes now focused on the screen.

“You should fight an ocea… oceanoid?” Katara says, reading a comment out loud. Zuko chuckles.

“Oceanid. It’s the water boss.” Zuko replies, furiously clicking the mouse. Katara looks at the screen to see which character he was using.

“Oh my god, you’re using Diluc. Is that the correct person? That redhead.” Katara says and Zuko nods.

“Yup. This is Diluc. How do you know him, though?” Zuko asks.

“Toph.” Katara replies, looking at the chat.

“Ah, right. Do you like Diluc?” Zuko asks and Katara smiles.

“Well, he’s handsome. His ponytail is also cute.” Katara replies, teasing Zuko. Katara can see Zuko pout on screen and Katara laughs when she sees a comment saying ‘OMG she’s trying to make Zuko jealous.’

“I should dye my hair red and make it longer. Is that what you’re saying?” Zuko asks. Katara giggles.

“I’m not saying you should. But your fans want you to cosplay as him.” She says, reading the chat.

“Well, I better not disappoint my fans. I’ll see what I can do guys.” He says, giving them a wink on camera.

“I would love to see that too.” Katara says and Zuko rolls his eyes, smirking.

“Are there any other Genshin boys you like, Katara?” Zuko asks, jealousy clear in his voice. Even the viewers can tell, as they’re all saying ‘Katara, please stop making him jealous’ or ‘Zuko, don’t get jealous over a video game character’

“If I were Katara’s boyfriend. I’d be jealous too. I mean, have you SEEN the boys in the game? They’re hot.” Katara reads a comment aloud, and laughs. Zuko chuckles.

“I’m not jealous, okay?”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that big guy.” Katara says, patting Zuko’s hand.

“You never answered my question.” Zuko says and Katara hums.

“Well, I only know Diluc. But I’ve seen pics of this dude online. That ice boy with the eyepatch. I don’t know his name though.” Katara says. She reads the chat to see everyone immediately say ‘Kaeya’ with others putting heart emojis with his name.

“Kaeya. Got it.” Zuko replies, collecting the rewards in the game. “Alright guys, I have an agenda now. I’ll go fight the oceanid, as someone said. Then I’ll do the pyro boss. And I guess I’ll do the cryo boss, if I have enough resin.” Zuko says, all serious. Katara smiles.

“Ah someone’s asking why you won’t do co-op.” Katara says. “Whatever that means.”

“Co-op is like where you can play with other players and fight bosses and stuff.” Zuko explains. “I don’t do co-op since I don’t want people to farm in my world. I just need the resources, that’s it. And I don’t really like going to other people’s worlds too. I don’t know why.” Zuko says and Katara giggles.

“You have Venti right? Why don’t you use him?” Katara reads a comment aloud. “Who’s Venti? Isn’t that a cup size at Starbucks?” Zuko laughs, and Katara can see the stream chat flood with laughing emojis.

“Venti is indeed a cup size, Katara. But he’s also a character in the game. And I do have him. I’ll add him to my party now since I’m about to go to the water boss. I’ll switch… Childe for Venti.” Zuko says and shows his team on screen. 

“Wow, you have a lot of characters. Yeah, I agree with that person. You have a lot.” Katara says after she reads a comment as she looks at the screen.

“Well, I scout and get lucky.” Zuko says, shrugging. Katara hums as she continues to read the chat as Zuko plays.

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“All right. It’s already 11 guys. I should go now. Thanks for watching the stream! And thank you all for your continuous support. And for my new viewers and followers, welcome!” Zuko smiles. “Do you have anything to say, Kat?”

“Um. Thanks for watching Zuko’s stream, everyone! I might be new to genshin and streaming, but you guys are really amazing. It’s nice to know that you all love Zuko. I appreciate your support as well.” She smiles. “You should come back on his next stream.” Katara reads a comment aloud.

“No promises about Katara being back soon, guys. She’s a clinician, as I said earlier. But I’m also hoping that she’ll be able to stream with me again soon.” Zuko explains as he wraps his arms around Katara. She blushes, biting her lip. “Anyway, that’s it for this stream guys! Thanks again for watching. My next stream will be on Sunday at 9pm. See you all soon!” He smiles and ends the stream. People are still flooding the stream chat, and Katara smiles. Zuko takes off his headphones and ruffles his hair.

“I missed you.” Zuko says as he gives Katara a peck on her cheek. She smiles and stands up. Zuko follows.

“I missed you too.” She says as she leans up to kiss him, putting both hands on either side of his face. They smile as they pull away, slightly panting.

“Are your legs dead? I feel like they are. You were sitting down for almost an hour with me sitting on them.” Katara says, worried and Zuko laughs.

“My legs are alive, thank you very much. How was your day?” Zuko asks as he turns off his PC. Katara sighs.

“I am so tired. I just wanna cuddle.” She says, stifling a yawn. Zuko walks towards Katara, wrapping her in his arms. He gives her a quick peck on her head. Katara smiles as she hugs Zuko back.

“I’m sorry for making you stream with me.” Zuko says, pulling away. He grabs Katara’s hand and they walk towards the living room.

“No, it’s fine. I had fun. Your viewers are really nice.” Katara replies, as she sits down on the couch. Zuko chuckles as he sits beside her on the couch arm.

“They really are. Why don’t you stay here, and I’ll run you a warm bath. How does that sound?” He says, giving her a quick peck on her forehead.

“That sounds wonderful.” Katara replies. Zuko smiles as he stands up and heads towards the bathroom. Katara sighs in content, thinking about how lucky she was to have Zuko in her life. A minute later, Zuko walks out of the bathroom with her robe in hand.

“Here ya go, babe. I also lit a candle in there because I know you love them.” He says and Katara stands up, smiling.

“Thanks, Zuko.” She leans up to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Do you want anything for a midnight snack? We can order takeout, or I can make some ramen or whatever you want.” Zuko says, walking towards the kitchen.

“Ramen sounds good. Can we just share though? I’m not too hungry.” She replies and Zuko hums.

“Got it. Take your time, babe.” He replies, grabbing the ingredients he needed. Katara walks to their room and starts to take off her clothes. She wraps her robe around her, and puts her dirty clothes in the laundry basket. She walks outside and sees Zuko in the kitchen, facing the stove. She quietly walks up to him and wraps her arms around his waist, burying her face in his back.

“I love you.” She says, voice muffled. Zuko chuckles, and she feels the vibrations on her face.

“I love you too, babe.” Zuko replies. She gently bites his shoulder, and Zuko laughs. “Hey, no biting.”

“Sorry.” She pulls away. “I’ll be back.” She gently pinches Zuko’s side, making him yelp. “Sorry!” She giggles as she jogs to the bathroom. Zuko catches her wrist, and she giggles as Zuko takes her in his arms. “Ah! Let me go!” Katara giggles as Zuko buries his head in her neck, his hands tickling her sides.

“Hm, maybe.” He says, his voice hoarse. Katara gulps as Zuko plants a kiss on her collarbone.

“Zuko, let go.” She giggles, and Zuko chuckles as he lets go of Katara. “Bye!” She says, winking as she walks away from Zuko. Zuko returns to the kitchen and Katara gets inside the bathroom. Katara ties her hair quickly in a messy bun and sighs in content as she steps in the tub, slowly sinking down. She closes her eyes, humming to herself.

A few minutes later, Katara walks out of the bathroom, robe around her. Zuko smiles as he puts the bowl of ramen on the living room table.

“Great timing. I just finished cooking.” Zuko says, sitting down. Katara smiles.

“Yay! Let me just change real quick.” She says as she walks to their room. Zuko grabs the remote control and turns on the television, opening Netflix. He scrolls through the app for a minute, looking for a movie to watch. Katara finishes changing into a tank top and shorts, and quietly walks up to Zuko, putting her hands on either side of his face and leans down to give him a peck on his nose. Zuko chuckles and Katara smiles as she heads to the kitchen, grabbing a soda can.

“What do you wanna watch?” Zuko asks Katara as she sits beside Zuko. She huddles close to him, and Zuko wraps an arm around her. She gives the can of soda to Zuko as she gets the ramen from the table, humming. She leans back on Zuko.

“I’m fine with anything. A comedy would be good.” She says as she takes a sip from the bowl. She closes her eyes. “You make the best ramen ever.” She says and Zuko chuckles, giving Katara a peck on her hair.

“My skills are unmatched.” He says and Katara giggles as she grabs some noodles with the chopsticks, and puts them in her mouth.

“This is so good. I don’t understand how or why, but I’m not complaining. Having a chef as a boyfriend really comes in handy.” Katara says, mouth full and Zuko laughs. Katara grabs some noodles again, this time giving them to Zuko. 

“Say ‘ahh’.” She says, smiling. Zuko smiles and opens his mouth.

“Ahh.” He says and Katara giggles as she feeds Zuko the ramen. Zuko chews, humming. 

“It’s good, right? I mean, anything that you make is good honestly.” Katara continues to praise Zuko, and he blushes.

“Always the flatterer.” Zuko says and Kat shakes her head, putting the bowl back on the table. 

“Well, I’m only saying the truth.” She says as she grabs the soda can back from Zuko and opens it. She takes a sip and offers it to Zuko, who declines. She shrugs as she puts the can beside the bowl of ramen, yawning.

“Are you sleepy? We can go ahead and sleep if you want to.” Zuko says. “I know you’ve been busy at the hospital, so you deserve to rest.”

“You’re so sweet. And cute.” Katara says as she leans in for a kiss. Zuko smiles as he puts one hand on her cheek, gently caressing her. They pull away from the kiss, smiling.

“I try. Do you still want to watch a movie?” Zuko asks and Katara nods. Zuko picks a random movie, and Katara switches her position, laying her head on Zuko’s lap.

By the end of the movie, Katara was fast asleep on Zuko’s lap. Zuko chuckles as he turns off the television. He stands up slowly, gently carrying Katara bridal style to their room. She snuggles close to his chest, and Zuko smiles as he pecks Katara’s forehead. He lays her down slowly on their bed, and Zuko puts her blanket on top of her. He quickly puts away the ramen and soda in the living room and walks back to their room. He lies down, leaning onto Katara’s side of the bed to peck her on the cheek.

“Good night, Kat.” He whispers, as he lies down, back facing her. Zuko feels Katara move closer to him, her face snuggling his back.

“Good night, Zuko.” She mumbles, and Zuko smiles.

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masterlist

ao3: zukoskataraa

#katara #zuko #zutara #zutara fic #zuko x katara #writer #fic #fanfic #oneshot #writers on tumblr #writing prompt #atla #a:tla #avatar #the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #writing

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Kinks: The Stealth Suit

Summary: Katie has a Stealth Suit Kink, but who doesn’t?? Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT- This enrire series is SMUT so NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!! Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark. A/N: Let’s face it...there’s no plot here bar a load of smut so...yeah.. Enjoy.

SSK Masterlist // Main Masterlist

"For the 500th time...I'm FINE, Steve!" Katie snapped at him. Steve took a deep breath, his hands falling to his hips as the jet fell silent. "I'm not the one with a bullet in my leg" "There's nothing in my leg!" A voice said causing them to turn to the back of the jet where Natasha was sat, Clint wrapping her leg in a bandage. "Its just a graze..." "Nat, I'm so sorry..." Katie started and Nat shook her head, waving her hand. "Nova, I told you to take the shot." She shrugged "It was a 50/50...ee had to take the chance. Besides, it hit him too so..." "2 people, 1 bullet..." Clint grinned, but Katie couldn't find it in herself to smile. "I told Fury this was a bad idea..." she shook her head. "I shouldn't have come." Clint frowned "Hey, Nova look...I know you're not technically an agent now but we'd have been out numbered and out gunned without you...it would have been a lot worse." Katie didn't say anything. Instead she simply nodded and headed over to retrieve a bottle of water before she sat down. How she had gotten roped into this she had no idea. Actually that was a lie. She knew exactly how it had happened. SHIELD had been tracking a big player who had been bragging amongst certain circles that he had something new, a game changer in the world of arms dealing- a piece of the whiplash technology that Ivan Vanko had developed and used to fight Tony back in 2010. As Tony was currently in London, Fury had asked Katie to look over the blueprints Natasha had retrieved whilst undercover. She had JARVIS confirm it was, indeed, a similar technology and that she also knew from history with Stark Industries that it would be possible to manufacture with the right equipment. That was enough for Fury to run a full scale op to exfil Natasha at the same time as shutting the target down and acquiring the designs to prevent this happening again in the future. Katie had been all set to wish them good luck when Clint had levelled her with a look and told her they were a sniper down as Evans had broken his arm in a training op. Katie had shrugged until Fury had looked at her, asking her to take a place on the field team for this particular mission, and as she had sighed Steve had turned to her and simply said that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to whilst crossing his arms over the front of his broad chest which was adorned with the silver star and stripes...and that was it. She had agreed. 

Because she had a weakness for her soldier...and a fucking kink for that goddamned midnight blue and silver kevlar. The mission had gone to shit. They'd gotten what they needed, Katie covering the rendezvous point where they were meeting Natasha only to see her approaching being followed by a man with some form of machete looking weapon. Katie didn't have a clear shot as Natasha started to duck and dive out of the hostile's way but Natasha had instructed her to take it anyway. So she did and the bullet had hit it's intended target...after first grazing Natasha's thigh as she had thrown her legs up around the guys chest to flip him over. "Stop beating yourself yourself up about it Nova." Rumlow piped up "Sometimes we take collateral and this time collateral was Widow." Katie gave an angry noise and turned to Rumlow "I don't like collateral on any fucking scale Brock..." Rumlow looked as if he was going to bite back but Steve shot him a look causing the man to fall silent. Katie shook her head and made her way back to the seat, pulling our her StarkPhone and burying herself in her actual job, replying to a few emails. Once the debrief was over and Katie had apologised, once again to Natasha, she headed off to the locker room. "You should go talk to her." Nat looked at Steve as he stood up from where he had been undoing the buckles on his boots. "She's pissed..." "She's upset." Steve corrected. "Get to Medical, that's an order." "I'll see to it she does Cap." Clint assures him. Steve gave a nod, swinging his shield up onto his back before he headed off after Katie, taking the elevator down to the floor which held the equipment stores and the changing rooms. He knocked on the female one, poking his head in as he knew she would be the only one in there given the hour and the fact Nat was the only other female on the mission. "Honey?" He asked softly as he stepped inside. She emerged from the locker area, dressed in the tight compression tank-top and shorts she wore under the catsuit. "You ok?" "No." She admitted to him. "Not really..." He sighed and crossed towards her, pulling her into a hug. She pressed her check to his chest as he dropped a kiss to her head. "It wasn't your fault." He said and she shrugged in his arms. He pulled back slightly and tilted her chin up with his glove clad hand and she allowed him to capture her lips in a soft kiss. Katie pulled back, and Steve watched as she cocked her head to one side, biting her lip. 

He knew that look very well. "You're a nightmare..." he chuckled, arching an eyebrow and she shrugged, running her hands up his chest, fingers tracing the silver star. He caught her wrists in his hands and she glanced up at him, swallowing at the darkness that was now in his eyes as they flashed with desire. Without a word he reached down, hands hooking on her thighs as he hoisted her up, his lips crashing to hers, her legs wrapped around his waist, underneath the edge of his shield on his back. Shucking off his boots, he strode out of the main area of the room through to the wet room at the back where he gently set her down on the edge of the counter which held the sinks along the edge of the room. He shifted his hands to her back, holding her strongly to him, lips moving from her mouth to her jaw line and then her neck where he nipped gently. Katie gave a groan and her hands dropped to his utility belt, hastily unclipping it before she next went to the button and zips on his uniform pants. "Want something baby girl?" He teased "You know what I want..." she said as he grinned and decided to help her out. He reached for the waist band of his combats, intending on pushing them down over his hips but she stopped him. "Leave it on" "What?" He asked, his voice was gravely from his arousal and he wasn't quite sure be had heard her right. "You know I love this suit..." she said, reaching into his flies and grabbing his length on her hand, drawing a load grunt from his mouth as she freed him through the space now his trousers were undone at the front. "Leave it on..." "Yes ma'am." He mumbled, one hand tangling in her hair, the other on the base of her spine as he pulled her close for another deep kiss. He gripped the bottom of her compression tank top and she moved her arms so he could pull it over the top, freeing her breasts and she gave a soft sigh as his head dropped to her chest. His tongue gently traced her nipple, teasing it to a peak as his other hand rubbed at her core through her lycra shorts which were fast becoming soaked. She groaned, her head falling back as Steve grinned to himself, the sight of her simply surrendering herself completely to him in such a raw, trusting and unabashed way was something he would never tire of. His lips traced upwards and he felt her gently pushing on his chest through his uniform. Stepping back slightly, he watched as she jumped down and pushed him round so he had his back to the counter before she dropped to her knees, hands sliding up to the back of his thighs. "Fuck..." he half groaned, half cursed as Katie licked the underside of his shaft making her way from the base up to the tip. She looked up at him, his still gloved hand fell to the back of her head, gently tangling in her hair, the other one grasping at the marble counter top behind him. Maintaining eye contact, Katie wrapped her lips around him and slowly moved her mouth up and down her fingers tightening on the backs of his thighs as he did so. He allowed her to control the pace, his hand simply resting in her hair as her head moved back and forth. His eyes never left hers, the mischievous twinkle still present and as she took him to the back of her throat he let out a loud hiss as his cock twitched. His fingers tightened around the marble top and it was then that they both heard a loud cracking noise. Katie stilled, releasing him from her mouth with a small pop and looked up as Steve glanced at the place his hand rest, the side now displaying finger shaped marks in the marble. "Something got you worked up Soldier?" Katie teased and with that Steve gently tugged her hair. "Get up here..." he instructed softly and she did as she was told, rising to her feet. Grabbing her hips he spun her around and pushed her roughly against the sink basin. His hands tore the fabric of her shorts easily and he tossed the shreds of lycra to the side before he pressed his body into hers, one hand settling on her hip, the other ever so tenderly wrapped around the front of her throat. Steve leaned forward, lips by her ear as he used the hand on her neck to hold her head in place so she was looking directly in the mirror. His eyes locked onto hers as he whispered his simple instruction. "Watch" He saw a flicker in her ears, excitement, as he used his foot to knock her legs apart, bending her forwards slightly before he buried himself in her in one slow, deliberate move, eyes not once leaving hers in the mirror. He saw her face screw up in pleasure as she gave a moan at being taken this way and the hand on her throat gave a gentle squeeze. "Eyes on me doll..." he instructed. Her eyes opened again and locked back onto his as he moved his hips, rocking into her, as deep as he could get. Her back arched, her mouth freely allowing her soft cries and whispers to escape while he thrust deeply into her, again and again. The feeling was exquisite to Katie. He always felt good but now, accompanied by the feel and scratch of that suit against her skin, the noises it was making as it rustled with each movement, the clinging of buckles and belts and then the fact he was being so dominant, ensuring she did as she was told and watched him...fuck, she was all kinds of turned on here. The hand that had been on her hip crept round the front if he belly and Steve reached down, teasing her clit, causing her to shudder and a loud wail of pleasure fell from her lips. Steve chuckled slightly, eyes on hers in the mirror. "Shhhh" he said softly, before he smirked "Like that, huh?" "Fuck, yes..." she groaned, as the hand on her neck moved to the side of her face and Steve turned her head so he could kiss her, his hips moving faster now as he could feel himself starting to unravel. "You close baby?" His voice was a whisper and she answered him with a soft moan as his fingers continued to work in time with his trust, his mouth moving to her jaw line, nipping softly before his hand, once again on her neck, forced her face round to look at him in the glass again. "Cap...Captain...I'm gonna..." "Let go...c'mon...thass my girl..." his Brooklyn accent rolled off his tongue as he continued his deliberate thrusts into her, hand holding her neck in place so her face was focused on his in the mirror. He watched carefully, as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she reached up, grabbing at his arm, as he felt her tightening around him, her legs shaking as she gave a loud, drawn out moan, her entire body convulsing. When Katie opened her eyes she saw Steve's own flutter shut, his mouth dropping open as his head fell forward, pressing into her neck, biting down softly as he groaned, hips faltering with his release. She watched him, those long eyelashes resting against his now flushed cheeks and when they cracked open to reveal those deep blue eyes she had fallen in love with from the very start, she gave him a soft smile which he returned, tipping her head to kiss him. "You ok?" He asked, his hands sliding over her belly, noticing the marks where she had banged into the unit, frowning slightly. "Did I..." "Stop it..." she instructed him, looking at him. "I'm fine...more than fine...that was amazing." He chuckled, a swell of smugness in his chest warmed him through as he kissed the side of her neck. "Guess you really do like this suit, huh?" He asked as she turned to look at him, her hands tracing the lines of the star. "Prefer the guy that's in it but...yeah, not gonna lie. It does things to me...your ass looks great." She said, looking round him as he laughed. "Its all yours baby" he quipped and she grinned, leaning up to kiss him. "I need a shower." She mumbled "you joining me?" "Can I take the suit off for that?" He asked. She nodded as her lips ghosted over his "Like I said, the suit's a kink...what I really love is the man in it." 30 seconds later said suit was not so stealthily littered around the female changing rooms as Steve backed his girl into the large, rainfall shower cubicle, shutting the glass door behind him with his foot.

#stark spangled kinks #stark spangled banner #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers #smut

[tiktokpersoncent]

XIAOZHAN AND YIBO’S AFTER DEC 28 EVENT (OH GAHD)

inkIM WRITING THIS POST HIGH ON ADRENALINE BUT LET ME TELL U GUYS SOMETHING-- YOU WILL WANT TO READ THIS.

EXHIBIT A: THE LIP BITES

This was Yibo’s lips before. It’s smooth. Clean. Can be used to advertise lip balm. 

BUT THEN-- suddenly there’s a very CLEAR lip bite... why??? Why is it there? Who put it there? Don’t tell me that he was the one who did that... hmmm....

EXHIBIT B: THE MAKEUP ROOMS

Their rooms were right next to each other COUGHdeluluingCOUGH

EXHIBIT C: THE LIP-READING

Lips reading by: 可愛停靠站 #博君一肖 :

XZ: When will you going back?

YB: 29

XZ: 29? Then what are you doing on 28?

YB: Isn’t today 28? Stupid *teasing gg *

Link: https://twitter.com/xztuzi/status/1210882971986620416?s=20

Doesn’t that conversation kind of sound something along the lines of “Are you free tonight?” WHO KNOWS-- PROBS DELULUING 

EXHIBIT D: THE CARS

Last night the XFX (XZ’s solo fans) were watching XZ’s car leave, but wondered why there was another car following it. They thought it was a sasaeng, but Yibo’s solo stans corrected them by saying that it was Yibo’s car and not a sasaeng.

BUT WHY IS YIBO’S CAR FOLLOWING XIAOZHAN’S CAR?

EXHIBIT E (YES THERE’S MORE): THE TURTLE NECK

If you haven’t noticed, gege’s airport outfits (outfits he chose himself mind you) used to be very fashionable. Long coats, dress shoes, scarves, turtlenecks and the like (his art ho era)-- HOWEVER he had suddenly started dressing like a certain SOMEONE even though he said he wouldn’t try.

WHY DOES HE SUDDENLY NEED TO WEAR A TURTLE NECK WHEN UR FASHION HAD CHANGED--

Extra: Yibo said he sent his clothes and shoes “home”-- ur parents must really like wearing hip hop fashion then, Yibo. 

YB Link: https://www.instagram.com/p/B6ptkOngk3-/?igshid=12vgc7xk7wv3a

EXHIBIT F: XIAOZHAN’S BREAKFAST POST 

According to the time it was posted (15:18), in kadien the translation is: “I-WANT-YI-BO.”

The caption was even: “Simple happiness”. It could be just though that he was happy to eat the bread lmao-- OR it’s been a long time he had breakfast with his didi... why did I say breakfast with his didi? 

BECAUSE IT’S NOT YET OVER... THERE IS--

EXHIBIT G: YIBO’S PINK HOODIE 

That morning Yibo was wearing this extremely bright pink hoodie (he must’ve been in a good mood if he was okay letting himself wear it lmao he doesn’t like these things--).

CHECK OUT THIS POST:

https://m.weibo.cn/6988354948/4454873905186730

typhoon gonna effect eastern hainan with rain

-haikou is capital of hainan and during the lip reading they were chatting about what dates they're leaving / the typhoon

wyb was reluctant to wear that pink apron on 天天向上so the op is basically saying he's dressed for the weather upon leaving due to someone's reminder (xz) and he must have given him that hoodie bc wyb doesn't like pink -- Translation by a member of the International BJYX GC

So how is the hoodie relevant? 

Chinese fans noticed a slight pink reflection here and they said it might be DD’s pink hoodie... seems like a stretch??? LET’S SATURATE IT IN HD TO SEE CLOSER-- 

IS IT CLEAR NOW--- lmao anyways, yeah.

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Anyways, hopefully gege and didi had quality time together. I hope you enjoyed your “delulu” for the day! 

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#yizhan #bjyx #bjyxszd #bozhan #wangxiao #wang yibo #wangyibo #xiaozhan #xiao zhan #bjyxtheory

[pleasant-boi]

OK I'm still on wisdom tooth pain killers and I can't write shit so stuff for this AU where I give Akechi some parental figures to disappoint.

It is still going to be really, really bad. Akechi still gets involved with the conspiracy though he's like... 10% more mentally stable this time around due to some good influences.

By god we're getting you a fucking proper redemption arc bro.

I'm going to age the p3 cast a couple of years, since canonically there is a 5-6 year gap between the events of p3 and p5 if I remember correctly, and I want everyone to be adults ™ and in Tokyo for plot reasons when the p5 cast are children. I was thinking of maybe around 7 years? So Akihiko and Mitsuru are 25, Junpei and Yukari 24, Fuuka 23 and Ken 18 while the p5 cast are around 10-12...if my math is correct I'm gay ok?

Koromaru is not dying, persona makes animals immortal I don't make the rules I'm all for angst/whump but the dog lives. Koromaru insists on looking after strays so everyone in sees constantly fosters little animals - mostly Ken, but the others occasionally too, especially when Ken was exams

Is this also a convoluted way to give Akechi a puppy to bond with?

Yes, yes it is.

Basically adult!SEES with uni!Ken is like having cousins who live in the same city when you're in university. You love them you don't talk for months and suddenly you're around them for like a week straight. Ride or die (or ignore their existence for like 2 months straight because you were living ur life ™)

Ken is in his first year of uni in the beginning of this. He's studying to be a vet. Or maybe a doctor. Maybe he'll change majors in the future. Not sure. But I headcon him as wanting to get into something thats helps people like medicine and the boy has a soft spot for animals

Everyone is dealing with trauma. Other than Ken who like Arena (we're just using stuff we like from that game and ignoring the rest shh) stopped getting involved with shadow stuff and had a relatively normal rest of his childhood - with some help of Kirijo appointed therapists-, Junpei is the most well adjusted.

Everyone is still in a place where they feel due to the event's of p3 and after the death of p3mc, femc (twin AU! TWIN AU! ) and everyone else in their lives, getting close to people other than their group is... Hard.

Junpei is too busy loving his npc wife, so it's easier to ignore the bad stuff. He also has children. He cried when they were born for like a month straight. Thinking of them being twins, one of them having red hair like Chidori because of anime reasons ™.

Because of that they end up with a lot of impromptu sleep overs and basically everyone has a spare room except Ken because he's a student, Junpei because he has kids and even with Mitsuru being everyones unofficial platonic sugar mommy, that many rooms is expensive and Yukari who is the only one not officially living in Tokyo but she's there like 80% of the year for shootings and has a studio apartment.

They avoid gathering at Fuuka, because she insists on making food every time and while it is usually edible (or edibles lmao) she likes to experiment a lot. So it's a bet between normal food, maybe a bit burned sometimes but nowhere near as bad as in highschool or mystery food X.

I'm keeping Akihiko as a c- 🤮 as a cop, only because I found his reason for it in Arena super wholesome. If not maybe a police consultant. I'm still on the fence about it. Plus Mitsuru needs inside allies for shadow ops.

Speaking of Akihiko, that's how I'm giving Akechi parental figures!

One of Akechi's Foster homes locks him out when he doesn't come straight from school and this time they don't even let him in for the night.

Akechi kinda runs away, gets lost and ends up spending the night crying in some random alley before passing out.

If I'm keeping the cop ™ route maybe someone calls the police and Akihiko ends up checking it out. Or maybe he's out running in the middle of the night, because let's face it, probably no one could relax before 1am, anxiety about the dark hour some how returning and it's something Akihiko 'I deal with the deep terror of losing again everyone close to me by punching things, working my body to its limit and putting myself in danger but I'm definitely not an adrenaline junkie' Sanada would do

Speaking of which the investigation team definitely checks for the midnight chanell every time too

Akihiko sees a passed out kid in the middle of the night and of course he tries to help. He asks if he's lost etc and ultimately he asks and where are his parents.

It's mid fall so while the temperature isn't deadly it is cold out, maybe it's raining too, for the extra suffering/whump, and he's pushing a bit with the questions because the kid is definitely going to get pneumonia if he hasn't already.

Akechi doesn't really respond until the parent thing, almost screams about how his mom is dead and no body wants him around and starts crying again.

Akihiko has braincells, however none of them are any help with social interactions. Much less with a sobbing child in the middle of the night.

I'm not sure where to go exactly from here but Akechi clearly has a fever (and if we're going with the rain route especially he needs to get dry and warm asap) and is really against going to the hospital because 'they're going to kill me if there is a hospital bill' so either

a) Akihiko calls child services and takes him to the station and sits with him until they arrive or

b) he takes him back to his apartment for the night because it is late, the kid needs some sleep and blankets and he knows the system is underfunding and overworked at best so it would be better to just call them in the morning

That particular one can have some cute hurt/comfort with pancakes for breakfast because Akihiko is also pancake boi and Akechi crying again because no one has been nice to him in years

Anyway, both end with Akihiko giving Akechi his number and telling him to call if something bad happens again.

Akechi doesn't. At least for a little something over half a year. He's in a really bad foster home and one night he ends up locked in the hall closet, trying not to cry because even breathing hurts but if he did make more noise it would be worse.

He has the number memorised by now and when he tries to curl up in the small space and feels a cellphone in a fallen jacket (remember the 2000s where most people used their cells only outside or when you wanted to talk to your crush?) , he takes it out, heart beating loudly before sending a series of panicked texts explaining the situation

He doesn't really think that it's going to do anything because there isn't a response but the small part of him that hoped something would go right for once still hurts

Meanwhile Akihiko didn't even think about replying because he almost had to be physically restrained from running there and punching the shit out of them

It's not even 20 minutes later when the police comes with Akihiko and at that point Akechi is almost unconscious, but starts screaming and banging against the locked door when he hears the commotion, immediately passing out when he feels it open

When he comes to he's a in a hospital, getting yelled by a social worker about how he has to change homes again some soon and it his fault and Akechi just bites his lips, trying to tune it out and not cry again.

Akihiko overhears all that and while he would normally just leave it to the proper authority and is nowhere near close to the ready for a responsibility like that, is like 'fuck it temporarily custody until he's healed and also I'm giving this kid some proper food and a couple of punching lessons'

There's more but this is already getting long asdvyrsvgjcw

#persona 5 #persona 3 #persona fanfiction #this is so angsty shuzjs #i have a lot of ideas #Part 2 maybe later #I should be writing my akira palace au I have the main draft #But there's a lot of people spending and on painkillers I cannot keep track of that #Plus plot bunny goes brrr #I hope the read more works

[littlemisssquiggles]

RWBY Remarks: Shipping the Ace Ops

This just in. The squiggle meister really, really LIKES the Ace Ops!

Their characters already intrigued me from the first episode of V7. But now that I’ve gotten a little bit more screentime with them, I really like these guys. They seem like a cool bunch and I’m looking forward to seeing how they interact with JNR_RWBY during their time in Atlas.

I mean, they’re no Team FNKI (and I pray they show up at least once for V7 especially for when the group go out partying) but the Aces are cool.

So that being said, since I like the Aces so much, it was only a matter of time before I chose my favourites of the bunch. That will be Marrow and Elm, thank you very much. 

Marrow is good boy (even though he lies which is the point). Oscar may be best boy but can we all agree that Marrow is good boy. Such a good boy. I hope someone pats  him on the head and naturally he lies and tries to act all nonchalant and tsundere like he doesn’t like it but his tail betrays the fact that he really loves getting his head scratched. Can you pet the good boy in RWBY? I hope you can. 

Next up is Elm: Elm is such a big build-a-bear of sweetness that I can’t help but adore her. She’s so cute!

She only had like two lines in this entire episode and already she has joined the ranks of my favourites 

I want her to interact with Oscar sooooooo badly. Like Nora, I want Elm ato have a big sisterly affectionate love for Oscar so that most of their interacts involve Elm either trying to squish Oscar’s freckled cheeks or lift him up like he’s bread to her and give him one giant crushing bear hug. Please make it happen show.

So yeah Big Buff Barefoot Build-A-Bear and Good Boy are favourites from the Aces. And since I like the Aces enough to have favourites already, naturally I’m going to have ships to go with it. Yes. I started shipping the Aces..with each other of course.

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Bunny Bites (Harriet x Marrow) 

Folks in the FNDM over here shipping Harriet and Yang, meanwhile my chocolate-coated squiggly behind is shipping Harriet and Marrow. 

By the way Harriet snickered at Marrow’s adorkable little tail wag moment (such a Good Boy) and his sort of agitate embarassed reaction to her laughing at him made me think there might be a little something-something between those two. Maybe.

If I had to guess their dynamic, I’d say that Marrow and Harriet are probably super competitive with each other especially Harriet since that seems to be her thing (Tortoise and the Hare, am I right?). 

However at the core of their relationship, Marrow secretly has crush on Harriet but because he’s a pathological liar (the Boy Who Cried Wolf) and a bad one at best, Harriet doesn’t take his advances or attempts at flirting with her seriously; even though she low-key likes him too.

I’m imagining them like Wally West and Artemis in S1 of Young Justice. They have chemistry and clearly like-like each other but they’re both too stubborn to admit even though it’s obvious to the rest of their group. I’ll need more info on them to see if my hunch about them is correct. 

But for now, I’m on the Marrow and Harriet ship :D I don’t know what to call their ship though. I’m thinking of calling it “Bunny Bites” for now.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Elm and Vine (Elm x Vine) 

I’m also starting to ship Elm and Vine since someone shared a post yesterday talking about the two possibly taken inspiration from The Elm and the Vine. It’s said that pruned elm trees act as vine supports and thus, this was taken as a symbol of marriage.

So perhaps we might see Elm and Vine of the Ace Ops being a couple who work really well together as symbol of their bond. Another power couple whose relationship contends with Ren and Nora. 

Imagine Nora and Ren learning about love and teamwork from observing Elm and Vine and thus, this strengthens both their relationship as a couple and their dynamic as teammates on the battlefield.

At first I pegged Elm and Harriet to be a couple when I first mused about the Aces. But now I’m seeing that Elm and Vine might be a couple given their fairy tale inspiration, not to mention that their whole aesthetic is awfully close to Ren and Nora.

We got Vine over here looking like a monk with  tattooed symbols and prayer beads. And then there’s Ms Elm, big buff and barefooted wielding a mighty hammer.

If Elm and Vine are indeed a couple then I am all for it. They can double date with Ren and Nora. Nora is my second favourite female character (after Ruby and before Penny) and I’m already loving Elm---she’s so adorable! I can’t wait to see these two gals interact and I can’t wait to see Elm and Ren react to their girlfriends  meeting each other and becoming friends. 

This squiggle meister is all in for powerful hammer-wielding ladies who could probably break their tall Shaolin-inspired pacifist boyfriends in half but they never will because their love for them is stronger than they are. 

Ren and Nora’s relationship was already pretty sweet before they officially got together-together in V4. So I’m hoping Elm and Vine are just as cute. I hope it’s the type of relationship where Elm is pretty outgoing and sweet until you make her angry and Vine is the only one who can calm her down with his love and support. That’d be precious.

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As for Clover Ebi---I don’t ship Clover with anyone. He’s the cheese that stands alone for me. I see Clover as the Dad of the Aces because he apparently looks to be the oldest of the team. He’s got eye bags in his character design so y’know what that means, folks?

 The glue that leads and holds these ragtag bunch of kids together and keeps them well in check. Plus it’d be cute if Clover is already in a relationship but his partner isn’t in the military.

 I can see that. But who know’s. Anyways, that’s all I got to say for today. Cheerios FNDM fam!

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

#rwby remarks #rwby ace ops #marrow amin #harriet bree #vine zeki #elm ederne #clover ebi #rwby theories

[janiedean]

aaah, and I thought the throbb/theon fandom couldn’t disappoint me more than it already had

and yet.

okay, so, whatever, I’ve been made aware of a situation on twitter and honestly I’m tired, so let’s just have it out.

apologies for the long-ass post but I honestly am tired of being the uber-correct person who addresses everyone directly and properly and so on and all I get is finding out people trash talk behind your back anyway and don’t engage with me if they have a problem.

so, yesterday I’m minding my damned business, I see that @fleurdulys​ is apparently in some discussions with anti sansan people calling her names, I send her a message like ‘oh god they found you I’m so sorry’ because I have seen anti sansan takes back in the day, two people including someone that had stalked her for months start tagging me too and accusing me of the usual condoning That Horrible Problematic Ship and of being a pedo apologist blah blah blah, I block both of them, the day after another two show up in my mentions uninvited, I block both of them.

then someone who was monitoring the situation warns me that some anon is trash talking me and fleur in the curiouscat asks of some other person that I had absolutely no knowledge of until then. I went to block them, found out I had blocked them already because they were anti thr/amsay and shipped a theon show only ship I really don’t like so I went and blocked them in JULY before they changed nickname because I’m an adult and I like to think I can cut out of my life people I don’t want to risk interacting with because I know I don’t have anything to say to them. said person accused me of ‘using as a tactic calling everything calvinist’ which... well, when the problem is that antis are basically being that it’s not a tactic but whatever, I addressed it on twitter and changed my screen name as a joke because y’know what let’s embrace it, I don’t like calvinists anyway.

I go and forget about it and then the same someone monitoring the situation informs me that these lovely people had this other exchange - I’m not mentioning who it is but they’ll know and at this point I’m honestly done:

now.

sorry but what the hell.

first of all, going in order:

I blocked receiver of the CC ages ago because she ships a thing that for me is an absolute no and I have very good reasons to not like it, and I have zero interest in talking to people who ship that AND are th/ramsay antis, which is a thing that I have zero patience for whichever side of the fence you’re on - saying it as someone who doesn’t like th/ramsay but ffs I don’t agree with anti-ing stuff, if you hate it blacklist and move on with your life;

also, I wasn't lurking on her anons because I didn’t even know she was involved but someone else monitoring the situation told me I was the subject of one of them and I went and checked for myself, so like... sorry I’m not unblocking because I never searched for her, I never talked to her, I never wanted contact with her and she and the anon are there trash talking me and fleur for shipping a fictional ship so what are we even talking here;

and that’s the premise, but: I had gotten my 'bitch ass away from throbb' in 2011, the amount of fics that fandom has would Not Exist At All because *I* was the sole steady contributor (ie the only person who kept on posting it) 2011-18 (and fandom drove out the only other steady contributor in 2015-8 lmao), *I* was the one organizing most theon-based fandom events (which were opened to all ships, including the ones I hated, and if I could handle posting th/ramsay fanart/reading th/ramsay prompts/assigning them when the exchange was anonymous and I had to post all the contributions when looking at th/ramsay art made me sick back in the day I think OP can tolerate people existing and shipping stuff she don't like), *I* was the one periodically coming up with ways to make the tag less filled with hate, *I* called out every single anti shaming anyone for their ships - from thramsay to theonsa because there were theonsa antis back in S5 but she wouldn't know I suppose -, so like she can pay me the favor to not even going there because if it wasn't for me she wouldn't have throbb fic to read *period* (not to brag but check, before I started spamming the tag and helped bringing in people along with someone else who's not in fandom anymore there were literally six), so how about she check what are her contributions to the fandom (less than mine probably) other than creating drama? thanks.

also ‘theon and robb would beat pedos up’ please check your facts, theon/jeynep is going to most likely be canon and she’s like thirteen and he’s twenty-two, which is a nine year age gap, which is not even that far from sansan. also your favorite theon ship has an eight years age gap in the books too so just stop. you ain’t coherent. at least be coherent. but you can’t, because every single asoiaf ship is problematic for some reason. ;)

and that was it for OP.

now, for the anon, who honestly... the entitlement, I swear to god, but in order: if you’re that pressed because I haven’t written throbb in months also thanks to people like you you could have like, come and talked to me on tumblr because regardless from what you assume I don’t bite. also I see that you’re a throbb shipper and you’re calling me THROBB CONTENT GENERATOR?

CONTENT GENERATOR?

ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF IT?

I’M A HUMAN BEING, I’M NOT YOUR DAMNED CONTENT GENERATOR.

I DON’T GENERATE CONTENT FOR YOUR SATISFACTION, I WRITE FIC FOR SHIPS I LIKE. throbb is my otp (still, even if y’all really are trying to drive me out lol) and I wrote novels of it for years for free because I love it, BUT NOT BECAUSE I’M YOUR DAMNED CONTENT GENERATOR. 

content generator.

I’m just. actually you know what, if I write throbb again after this, you can be 100% sure there’s gonna be full-on blown canon sansan in it for a very long time and I’m absolutely not going to make it avoidable if you don’t scroll half of the fic. also ‘I could ask her to write it but she’d put sansan in it so I won’t’ who the hell do you think you are?

who the hell do you think you are?

I take prompts when I can because I want to and because once in a while I enjoy the idea of writing stuff for people because other than being something I love, I like the idea that I can make someone’s day nicer by filling them a prompt if they like my writing, I don’t do that just because you ask.

what the hell? so you’d ask and me, a poor idiot, not knowing it was you, would put it on a to-write list of prompts that’s like ten pages of notebook long because that’s how long my goddamned list is, while you’re here laughing that someone whose writing you like but whose personality you obviously despise has written you your favorite ship for free not knowing that it’s for someone that doesn’t like her all that much?

jesus christ.

like, I thought this fandom couldn’t get lower than the let’s plagiarize fics deal last july, but this is honestly rich.

and then you wonder why whenever I think about finishing sfbd or writing a ship that used to make me happy to write now I go like ‘f* this noise why should I bother I’m writing any other damned pairing instead’.

and I have to read this shit from someone who, when I blocked them the moment I got the fandom twitter account, who I never searched for, who I never talked to and who is friends with people who happily accuse others of being pedo apologists because they ship sansan which is, oh, wait, an almost-canon ship with canon text supporting it and that grrm himself certainly doesn’t hate and has admitted to have been leading up to, and now wants me to unblock her to talk??? when their friends showed up in my mentions absolutely uninvited because I sent support to someone who was arguing with them because we both ship sansan and I’ve done it for longer so I know how’s the deal?

and from some kind of anon who sure as hell reads my fics enough that they know I’m still the most prolific throbb contributor to the tag even if I haven’t written throbb in a year and some who calls me content generator and not even contributor as if I was some kind of juke box machine where you put in prompts and get out 5k minimum fics for free? and who still would like to read them enough to throw that shade but has no issues trashing me because I’m pointing out that antis think exactly like 17th century calvinists, which is a thing that can 100% be proved the moment you look up how the aforementioned calvinists thought?

like, I’d like to kindly tell the both of them to find a hobby that’s not trying to fele better harassing people they don’t know for fictional ships and remind everyone on here (because I’m sure anon is on tumblr as it’s where I hang out most of the time anyway) including the few anons who have asked me if I’d consider writing throbb again in the last months and who asked me if I’d run theonexchange again at some point that fic writers are human beings, not jukeboxes, and that being assholes has, as a usual consequence, driving the content creators out. I’m not a content generator, I’m not here to get laughed at because I fill prompts and I generally like to put content in the tags and not drama and because I think that being a fandom contributor should mean spreading positivity instead of shaming people for what they ship.

anyway: as a conclusion to this rant, I’m definitely not writing throbb that doesn’t have sansan in it anytime soon and if I run theonexchange again at some point (which I would like to but with these premises you’ll see that finding the force of will when I have a life is kind of a problem) if I find out that OP or any of her friends want to participate they’re kindly welcomed not to because I’m banning them on sight.

wow, get my bitch ass away from a fandom I kind of helped make and contributed 10% of the ao3 content to.

congrats, you just made sure I really won’t when I was taking a break but I was planning to come back at some point even if right now it’s quite tempting.

thanks for reading this if you got to this point and sorry for the rant but I’m tired.

I’m really tired.

also I’ve always said I shipped sansan from the moment I was in this fandom, I tag it also for blacklisting purposes and I don’t even put it as a side in fics that much because it doesn’t come up, so if anyone is so disgusted by it they’re welcome to learn to coexist with people who ship stuff they don’t like.

again: I’m really tired.

#throbb #theon greyjoy #oh wow that's always nice to find out from people who technically ship what I like! #also i mean you'd think i'm idk some kinda snobbish asshole who doesn't reply to every single ask she gets #and who hasn't filled prompts here since 2011 without expecting really anything but whatever #and who hasn't like talked to people if they had issues #except that i did all of that #and finding out this crap is like disheartening #like wow then you wonder why i don't feel it anymore #as if i didn't spend years trying to make sure the theon fandom wasn't a continuous hatred shitfest #as if i didn't call people out for anti-ing any ship bc it was already not many of us #i just wanted people to get along and create stuff instead of eating each other up #even ship i personally didn't like or that ACTUALLY MADE ME SICK #i'm tired #i'm really tired #sorry for the word-vomit but some of you really need to learn some manners #obviously your parents didn't teach you #and it shows #thank you i'm done

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I saw your posts about Spider-Man on twitter but I’d rather message you anonymously because I’m shy; anyways, I saw your reaction to that video of Zendaya, Tom and Jacob to the is Spider-Man Jewish question. And their reactions pissed me off so much. They were all so dismissive of the questions and actually laughing at it. I myself am Jewish and was really excited to see so many people talking about Peter being Jewish and now I keep flashbacking to that horrible video 😡

Please don’t be shy! I don’t bite first. But I completely respect your right to be anonymous, particularly on this subject, which has garnered some heated discussion on several sides. If you saw my tweets I’m fairly sure you know my stance on it. I’m going to elaborate anyway for the unaware, free of twitter’s character limit, as to why the MCU Spider-Man cast’s reactions to being asked if Spider-Man is Jewish was frankly very inappropriate.

For those who haven’t seen the clip, it’s here. (Please don’t harass OP for posting it more than they’ve already been harassed for daring to point out the antisemitism in the clip, I just don’t feel like finding the whole Wired video.) I have multiple problems with this, starting with the fact that I personally feel like it’s a setup. The focus of this -- both from the critical and defensive sides -- has very much been on the actors themselves, but I want to walk it back a little bit, because while their reactions to the question were undoubtedly both ignorant and hurtful (there’s nothing inherently humorous about asking if a character is Jewish, so I’m not sure why Zendaya was laughing), ultimately I think the larger problem is why this was allowed on the internet in the first place. The actors themselves may be young -- though I will point out they are all adults and professionals, and this isn’t the first interview for any of them -- but their managers aren’t, and it’s hard for me to believe that if a company with as much range and influence as Disney didn’t want religion discussed in promotional material for the film that they couldn’t have that material blocked. It’s less difficult but much more questionable for me to believe that nobody saw these young stars’ reactions to the question “is Peter Parker Jewish?” and no one decided that the content needed to be refilmed so it came off less mocking or that it should be cut entirely. Let me be really very frank: a group of non-Jewish actors should not have been asked this question, even if their reactions were respectful and inclusive towards the Jewish identity, because their opinions don’t matter. The opinions of Jewish creatives matter. These actors most likely (or, based off their reactions, definitely) don’t have the tools needed to recognize the Jewish coding within the character the way a Jewish creative does, and their opinion on the subject doesn’t matter compared to that of a Jewish person. Take, for instance, Andrew Garfield’s insightful comments drawing on his own cultural experiences as a Jewish person, or Phil Lord of Into the Spider-Verse’s description of Peter Parker. This is not a flat out condemnation of Tom Holland, Zendaya, or Jacob Batalon, but it is fair to say that none of them are experts I would call upon to discuss the Jewish history of Spider-Man, given that none of them are Jewish or, based on the linked interview, apparently have given Judaism and the history of superheroes any serious thought. Which, again, is not their job or a faction of their identity, so I can’t exactly blame them for it. It’s disappointing that they are not more open minded and better spoken on the topic, but not surprising that they aren’t.

That being said: their reactions were completely inappropriate and borderline antisemitic. Let me make it perfectly clear that you don’t have to be acting with malicious intent to be antisemitic; antisemitism is ingrained in our culture, in our jokes, in our popular media, and it is incredibly easy to fall prey to it without realizing what you are doing, and these three young and very influential stars reacted to the notion of Peter Parker being Jewish as if you’d asked them if he was Martian. I’ve seen a lot of people attempt to excuse the comments by saying that the actors were “taken aback” or “surprised” by the “randomness” of the question, but there’s really nothing random about it when Andrew Garfield was quite outspoken about Peter Parker’s Jewish identity and when Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse had Peter B. Parker very notably have a Jewish wedding, which for me lends some doubt to Zendaya’s claim that she’d “never heard anyone ask” that particular question, all the while giggling like something was funny. It’s quite possible she’d never heard it before, but that means she’s divorced herself from greater discussion involving other adaptations of the story, including discussions that took place six months ago when Spider-Verse was in theaters. I’ve also seen plenty of people attempt to let Tom Holland off the hook for his comments, saying that he only said “I don’t know” when in fact he prefaces that with “I don’t think he is.” 

Let me be very clear: that these young actors lack of knowledge about the Jewish coding of Peter Parker and the long Jewish history of superhero comics isn’t the problem. They are being paid to portray roles, not to know everything about the history of those roles they are portraying. The problem is the language they employed when the question came up. It was dismissive, it was insulting, and it was antisemitic, whether or not that was the intent of the speakers. Again, you don’t have to be actively malicious to be antisemitic. “Is Spider-Man real” was treated with respect while “is Spider-Man Jewish” was hurriedly and thoroughly dismissed. Let me be very clear: I would not have a problem with this clip if Tom Holland had simply said “I’m not sure”, or if Zendaya had said “I hadn’t heard that before, but that’s interesting,” or anything along those lines, being inclusive about the idea of Peter Parker being Jewish even if they weren’t hardline approving of it. The fact was there was no support for the concept of Peter Parker’s Jewish identity, only giggly or confused dismissal, and that is not the way to treat any marginalized identity, and I frankly can’t believe that people would rather side with the actors in a moment of ill-spoken and insulting dismissal of Jewish people -- acting as if it’s a total impossibility that Peter Parker could be Jewish -- than with the Jewish people who rightfully feel hurt by their insensitive comments. They’re fine, people. They still got paid far more than anyone taking offense at their careless words. They didn’t go down a hundred points in the secret Jewish gold stock market. They probably didn’t even notice the backlash from Jewish fans among their 18,000 other social media notifications. Nobody is quote-unquote “canceling” them for being ignorant of Jewish history in superhero media and pop culture and for speaking carelessly. Perhaps there should be greater consequences, like, at the very least, a public apology for their careless language and laughter, but honestly, that’s very unlikely, so you don’t need to defend them. They’re probably fine.

I said this on twitter, but I’m going to say it again: a lack of knowledge about Peter Parker’s Jewish coding or the long history of Jewish creators and subtext in superhero comics, especially when Marvel was getting its start as we know it now, is not a bad thing. It is not bad to not know this. If you didn’t know this, you’re not a bad person and you shouldn’t feel bad or guilty for just learning it. We all have things we are unaware of or that we don’t possess the cultural tools to recognize. That’s part of having an individual human and cultural experience. The problem becomes when this is brought up and instead of being interested or at the very least inclusive in their language, young influential stars dismiss it outright. Tom Holland’s “I don’t think he is” could have easily be “I didn’t think he was, but that’s an interesting point to look into”, whereas Zendaya claiming she’d never heard that could’ve easily been “I didn’t know that.” Simple as that. Minor changes, but a world of difference. These stars may be young, but they are professionals, and they should be expected to act in a professional manner. Instead, they chose in the moment to dismiss it entirely. And like I said, this is not entirely their fault, because I do think that upon their reactions either a reshoot should have been ordered with their handlers giving them tips for more inclusive and less offensive language, or that the question should have been cut entirely if it wasn’t going to be taken in good faith or discussed seriously. But it wasn’t. This was viewed as appropriate discussion and aired. And, as inappropriate as the actors’ words were, and as much as I personally believe they should apologize for those statements, that is not their solely their faults. Someone should have corrected them for their own good and for their own growth. There should have been people looking out for their images who should have said, “hey, this doesn’t look good, this is coming off like you’re dismissing the Jewish identity and experience.” But there weren’t, because the Jewish interest is not viewed as marketable, and therefore insults to Jewish people -- intentionally malicious or not -- are not viewed as things that need to be managed. And that is deeply unfortunate and very telling of how people in Hollywood, an industry that wouldn’t exist without Jewish people, currently views Jewish people. And I have to say, I expect better of young professionals in 2019 than when faced with a question about marginalized identities like Jewish people to either dismiss or laugh through the inquiry instead of paying it the minimal amount of respect by at least pretending to entertain the notion, even if they don’t personally believe it.

Ultimately, I have to say, none of this is surprising if you view Disney as thoroughly managing their own brand (and know that their own brand is heavily antisemitic), when Spider-Man: Homecoming contained several depictions of Jewish people that either unsettled me or struck me as inappropriate. The first is the black hats on the subway who glare at Peter -- poor little MCU Peter, who people are endlessly willing to woobify and excuse -- and then, in his school, the kid in full Orthodox attire, when a child at that level of religious dress would never have been at that school because a secular school could not properly address his religious needs and when the New York Orthodox community is famously insular. No, everything the MCU did in Spider-Man: Homecoming, in my personal opinion, reflected the harmful opinion that you can “spot” a Jew, by having men in full Orthodox dress glare at Peter Parker on subway, by having a child in his multicultural school in full Orthodox dress instead of simply wearing a yarmulke or a Star of David necklace like, say, Kitty Pryde was famous for during her debut. There’s nothing wrong with highlighting the Orthodox community, but when that is all the Jewish representation in your film, with no plot reason for doing so, it strikes me as distinctly odd, as if you’re trying to separate the Jewish contingent from the rest of your audience. When Marisa Tomei, who looks a certain kind of ethnic, is identified in-universe as “the hot Italian woman”, lest anyone think her Aunt May and therefore Peter Parker might be Jewish. The message then becomes: you can spot a Jew. And you can’t. That’s harmful. That’s what led to me in my grandmother’s rented apartment while she was dying while her nurse ranted to me about her landlord the “evil Jew”, afraid to say anything in case she harmed my grandmother while I wasn’t there. That’s how that ends up. So I’m sure Tom Holland, Zendaya, and Jacob Batalon didn’t view their comments in the moment as harmful, and I’m sure the people who are defending their naivete and ignorance about Jewish culture and the Jewish history of comic books are only trying to speak out towards their favorite actors, but there are real consequences towards this type of language and this type of behavior and this lack of respect for the Jewish identity, and this isn’t something that can just be brushed off. And those are my thoughts on the subject.

The MCU already took careful decisions to erase to the Judaism from Spider-Man, notably following Andrew Garfield’s open declarations about Spider-Man’s Jewish identity. Now its actor are following suit. It’s hard for me to pretend it is a total coincidence, especially following Into the Spider-Verse’s Peter B. Parker with his Jewish wedding scene, voiced by Jake Johnson, who is from a Jewish family, which came out barely half a year ago. It’s both fine and normal to be unaware, especially if it’s not your background, of the Jewish history of Spider-Man. It is not fair or appropriate, especially if you are not Jewish, to dismiss the notion that the character could be Jewish without any kind of consideration, and it is especially not fair to laugh at the notion. I don’t have a lot of faith that the actors involved will learn from this, but I sincerely hope that they do and that they behave better in the future, because they did hurt and insult a lot of real Jewish people whose feelings should not be ignored. 

#peter parker #spiderman #marvel comics #traincat talks comics #judaism #mcu critical

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Shake It Off Part 1

Shake It Off Part 1

AN: Spangenrebingo: Jared Padalecki 

Reader age 25

Words ~4000

Summary: Jared has a medical emergency, and a fan surprises the boys with help.

Warnings: Seizures, hospital, medical emergencies, panic feelings, flangst

Jared x Jensen (platonic)

Jensen x reader (platonic)

Jared x Reader (platonic)

Gen x Jared

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Chicago

“Hi, guys. I’m nervous.”  The fan gave Jensen and Jared a hug each.  

“Don’t be nervous! We don’t bite.”  Jared smiled lovingly.

“Yes, please don’t.”  The adoring fan chuckled.

“What pose would you like?”  Jensen asked.

“Can I just get a hug, please?  I just need a hug.”  She beamed at her current situation.

“You okay?”  Jared asked, concerned at her comment.

“Yep!”

They took the photo and then continued interacting and posing with other fans.

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“Hey, darlin’.”  Jared walked into one of the break rooms in the hotel.  He saw the con volunteer in her required outfit eating her lunch.  “You took a photo today!  It was so nice to meet you!  I’m Jared.”  He extended his hand.  She stood and shook it. “Nice, strong shake you got there.”

“I’m YN.  Nice to meet you too.  Hopefully I didn’t freak out too bad.  I am a volunteer. I need to get my crap together.”  YN looked away from him.

“We’re just people too, kid.  You want some pizza?”  He gestured to the table with boxes of pizzas on top.

“That’s only for the cast and crew.  Volunteers have to bring their own.”  YN shrugged.

“Here, have some pizza.”  Jared took some pizza from a box, put it on a plate, and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” She said quietly.

“What’s up with you?  You don’t like pizza?”

YN laughed. “I’m like the Ninja Turtles. I am fueled by pizza, actually.”  YN kept a straight face.  Confused, Jared tilted his head as she started laughing.

“You’re good, kid, you’re good,”. Jared acknowledges her sense i humor.  “Jensen and I pull that crap all the time on set.  You would fit right in.”

“Yeah, I don’t act. That would never happen.”

“You never know, darlin’.  Okay, onto autographs.  I’ll see you around!”

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Jacksonville

“You’re okay. I know this is super exciting, but they are kind and loving. How long have you been watching the show?” YN tried to sooth a fan who was anxious to take her photo with Jensen, Jared, and Misha.

“Ummm,” She sniffled. “Two years.”

“Me too!  Are you caught up yet?”  YN kept her engaged to calm her.

“Almost!”  She shrieked.

“Next!” A photo op volunteer yelled.

“Go. You’re going to be great. They are lovely.”  YN encouraged her to walk into the photo room with the cast.

“Okay, thanks!”  The girl wiped her tears and smiled back at YN as she walked to say hello to the boys.

Phew.

YN took a deep sigh as she escorted the last fan away from the photo op area.

“Hey!  You okay?”  Jensen and Jared walked up to her.

“Yes.  I’m sure you know nothing about long days.”  She offered them a dry chuckle.

“Not a clue.  I’m Jensen.”  

YN shook his hand and smiled.

“How long have you been volunteering?”

“A while, right?”  Jared guessed.

“This is my third con.  I’ve been a fan for a few years though.”

“Thank you for helping us make this whole ‘con’ thing.  It makes a difference,” Jensen grinned.

“Well, you’re welcome.”  YN beamed.  “I need to go clean up, excuse me, boys.”

As the cons continued, YN seemed more tired.

“What’s going on?  You’re exhausted, kid.”  Jensen looked YN over.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Dean Winchester,” she gave a small smile.

“Jensen!  We need you!”  A staffer called for him.

“I’ll talk to you later, YN.”

With J2 on stage, YN was charged with overseeing the fans in line to ask questions. She had noticed that Jared seemed absolutely lethargic earlier.  YN saw how close he stayed to Jensen, and she found it odd behavior for him based on her previous experience. As another fan stepped to the microphone, out of the corner of YN’s eye, she saw that Jared fell out of his chair after slumping over. She noted his whole body shaking. Jensen quickly moved the chairs out of the way.

Without thinking, YN ran on the stage and grabbed a microphone. “Cameras down and all available volunteers on stage now!”

As the volunteers arrived, she told them to line the stage and face the crowd so that no one could take video or see Jared in that state.

“He’s having a seizure,” she informed Jensen and a few band members who tried to help. “Don’t touch him. Get medical now. He’s been seizing for 30 seconds already. We need help.” YN saw people in white shirts move everyone, including herself, out of the way while the crowd was silent. Before Jensen knew it, Jared was off to the hospital. Not allowed in the ambulance, he walked off the stage in shock. After taking a breath, YN followed him backstage. “Jensen?” She asked quietly.

“Not now, kid.” He turned to her, his eyes glassy.

“Breathe,” was all she said. Surprised no one had come back to check on Jensen, she continued.

“He-. He just started shaking!” Jensen’s voice went high.

“I know,” she responded calmly. “If you want to be there for him, then you have to calm down. You don't know anything yet. I know it’s scary, but you have to be calm.”

Still in shock, he fumbled with his phone and dropped it.

“I have to call Gen. Or Dee. Or-“ he scrambled.

“I’m sure someone has already let her know. Looks like everyone has gone to the hospital.” She peered around the curtain. Seeing no one out there and fans slowly leaving,  YN saw the urgency in his eyes. “I’ll get you a ride. You have Uber on your phone?” He nodded. “Give it to me.” Jensen picked it up and shakingly gave it to the girl. “Come on. The driver will meet you outside.” YN led him to the hotel entrance. When the car arrived, she verified that it was the correct driver, and she said goodbye. “Wish him well,” YN waved. “It will be okay.”

———-

@JensenAckles Thank you to the lovely fan who made such a difference today. Sasquatch is recovering. Updates to follow. We love our #SPNfamily !

@Spnfambam that girl was in charge. So glad she hid Jared from the crowd. I wouldn’t want my medical emergency all over the internet either.

@mollypolly that idiot ruined some good gossip! Bitch.

@samanddeannnn the fan was so calm. I was in the audience. So respectful and caring of her to do what she did. I think she was a volunteer, too.

———

Jared recovered slowly. The past few months’ memories were gone, but his current short term memory was active.  After only a few hours in the ER, he was released into Jensen’s care. Since they were in Dallas, Jensen rented a car and drove it home to Austin. The show had to be out on hold for a week, because Jared needed to rest.

“Do you remember what she did?” Jensen asked Jared in the Padalecki home.

“What?”

“Here,” Jensen pulled up a convention video that displayed YN’s heroics.

“She did that for me? No one saw me?”

“She had the volunteers stand in the way. Most people put their phones down anyway. YN got me an Uber to get to the hospital. They wouldn’t let me ride in the ambulance,” Jensen smiled appreciatively at her helping them.

“Wow. Wasn’t she that volunteer? My memory is really bad, so maybe not. I can’t re-“

“Oh yeah! Umm… YN, I think. We really do need to thank her,” Jensen suggested. “No, dude.  Take a breath.” He saw Jared’s face change and breathing quicken.

“I can’t believe I did that in front- of-”

“We took care of it, and no one really saw anything anyway.”

Jared’s expression froze.  Speechless, he searched Jensen’s face.

“Breathe, buddy.  Let’s change the subject. You wanna watch some bad TV?” The older one smiled.

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@JensenAckles as many know, the moose had a little emergency today.  Thanks to the fan who helped us today. He is recovering.  Updates to follow.  Thoughts and prayers appreciated.

“Oh, crap!”  YN whispered in her Dallas apartment.  “Jensen tweeted about me?”  She slammed her laptop shut.  “Shit.”

Her phone kept buzzing.

“What?!” YN growled to herself. 

BEST FRIENDDDD

What in the actual hell did you do at the convention? You’re a hero!

YN

JA tweeted about me!  I’m so-  I don’t know! 

BEST FRIENDDDD

Check insta!  If you don’t tell him, I will!

YN opened the app and found Jensen’s profile. A screenshot of a fan’s video showed YN at the mic after Jared had landed on the ground.

@JensenAckles Anyone know who this is?  Jared and I want to say thank you.

YN

No!  It’s not a big deal!

BEST FRIENDDDD

They’ll find out.  Creation has your information and will recognize you.

YN

Damnit.  Well, let ‘em, I guess.  Thanks for the heads’ up. I need to go sleep off the day.

BEST FRIENDDDD

Good night, sweetie.

______

“Tell me who she is.” Jared called the Creation Entertainment volunteer coordinator.

“It’s confidential, Mr. Padalecki,” she responded with a huff.

“I will have you fired,” he growled.  “I know it’s not against the law, now tell me.”

He heard rustling in the background, papers shuffling.

“YN LN.”

Jared also demanded her phone number.

“Was that so damn hard?”  Jared hung up and threw his phone on the couch.

“You need to chill,” Gen walked into the room.  “You are okay, and you have to calm down.  I get that you feel a little out of control, but you better damn well not growl at our babies like that,” she wrapped her arms around him, grace evident in her voice.

“Sorry,” he whispered into her hair.  “Woah, dizzy.” He fell back into the couch, and Gen stumbled almost falling with him.  “Sorry, lost my balance.  Must be the meds.  Didn’t mean to trip you.”

“I’ll go get you some water.  Relax a minute.”  Gen exited

————-

Jared had some trouble maneuvering, but he went back to work. Not being able to run much, the writers and directors gave Jensen more fight scenes, Dean protecting Sam mostly.

“I could protect myself, ya know,” Jared sighed to his TV brother.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen responded with a deep sigh. He looked over his forearms which had scrapes and bruises covering them.

“I’ll ask them to give me more of the fighting so that you don’t get hur-“

“No. You can barely walk straight. We don’t need a head injury. You are already compromised.” Jensen tried to walk past Jared while the younger one lay on the couch, but Jared grabbed his arm.

“I CAN,” he growled.

“I’m not having this fight with you. The stunt coordinator will never give you stuff to do when you are stumbling over yourself!” Jensen loudly exclaimed his frustration with a groan coming from the back of his throat.

“Why?!” Jared screamed back.

“Because you had a seizure! You’re on meds, and you’re still recovering, that’s why!” Jensen turned to face him fully, staring him down.

“I’m so tired of people treating me with kid gloves! Come on!” Jared stood up, puffed out his chest and backed Jensen into the corner of his trailer.

“Sit down before you fall over, Jared,” Jensen gave a warning. The taller one went to latch onto Jensen’s collar. Jensen pushed him off as smoothly as he could as to not knock him down. He took Jared’s wrists and walked him backward, pushing him to the couch again. “You aren’t you before the seizure. I get it. But you don’t get to feel sorry for yourself either. Now own where you are and work to recover!”

“I can’t!”

“Get out of your damn head, or I swear I will fly your therapist here in person.”

“No! Don’t!” Jared put his hands up in defense.

“Then call him, and get your head on straight,” Jensen handed him a phone and crossed his arms. Jared dropped it on the couch dismissively.  

“Fine.  I’ll do it.”  Before the younger one knew it, Jensen had the psychologist on the phone.  “....Yeah, he needs to get it through his skull that he is okay.  Here,” Jensen handed the phone to Jared once again.  Glaring, Jared sighed in defeat and took it, putting it to his ear.

“Hi, doc,” he gulped.  

Feeling as though his job was done, Jensen exited the trailer.  

A half hour later, the wardrobe department called for Jared to change clothes.  He wiped a hand over his face as he walked down the steps  of his trailer to walk across the set.  

“Feel better?”  Jensen asked his friend.

“Go away.  Stop trying to help me,” Jared tried to shove the oldest man. Jensen spun him around and slammed him against the trailer, his chest hitting the wall.  “Ow!” In his haze, he landed on his knees.  Jensen held Jared’s head against the side of the trailer with pressure to keep him still.  

“Stop! You need to stop.  This is where you are right now.  It sucks.  Feel it.  Get emotional.  Punch something.  Just own it!” Jensen stated authoritatively.  “Breathe.  One thing at a time,” the friend let go of his head. Jared looked back at Jensen in defeat, eyes sad.  “You can do this, but you have to accept where you are right now.  You’re dizzy, tired, and frustrated.  You have trouble doing stuff.  You’ll get better.  You already have and it’s been two weeks.  It’s okay not to be okay.  Do you want to live, or do you want to sit back and be overwhelmed?” Jensen stepped and turned so that he could face Jared.  The older Winchester extended his hand.  “Come on.” Jared accepted the gesture and stood up with Jensen’s help.

“Okay,” he whispered. Wiping his face again, the tallest actor walked toward the wardrobe trailer.  

________

YN’s phone started ringing.  Since she didn’t recognize the number, she dismissed it to her voicemail.  Surprised that a voicemail was left rather than just a missed call, YN listened to it.

“Hi, umm.  This message is for YN LN.  Uh-”the voice took a breath.  “This is Jared Pada-”  YN ended the recording and gasped.  In shock, she started breathing quickly.  Landing on her bed, she rocked herself back and forth to calm down. After a final deep breath, she listed to it again.

“... Jensen showed me a video of what happened, and I just wanted to say thank you.  I knew you were an amazing person, but I didn’t know you were kickass like that.”

YN smiled but kept listening.

“Umm.  This is my personal number.  Text me or call me.  I want to ask you something.  Have a good night.  Always keep fighting.”

She heard a click.

“What does he want with me?”

YN froze.  Should she call him back?  Ignore him?  No, she couldn’t do that. Call him, it is.

He answered on the first ring.

“Hi, YN.”

“Hi, Mr. Padalecki.  Are you feeling better?”

“Please call me Jared.  You did save my life after all,” he laughed into the phone.  “Yes, much.  And I have you to thank for that.  The reason I was calling was because I don’t really remember what happened.  Doc said that was normal.  How did you know to do all that stuff?  I mean, you just jumped in and took charge.”

“Sir, it’s not a big deal.  Really.”

“Please just answer my question,” he pleaded.  

“I just respect you a lot and seeing you like that made me want to protect you, I guess,” YN shrugged even though Jared couldn't see her body language.  

Silence.

“Jared?  You there?”

She heard his pitch change.

“Yeah.  I don’t know what to say other than thank you.  Something like this is a lot to deal with anyway, but the fact that it happened in front of thousands of people…”

“Well, you’re welcome, sir.  I love your show and respect you a lot.  Are you recovering?”

“Slowly.  Jensen had to set me straight a few times, but I am okay.”

“I understand.  It takes a while,” she affirmed him.

“Wait, what?” Jared backtracked.

“It’s going to be okay.  Promise,” YN said vaguely.  

“How do you understand?”  Jared pressed her.  

“Have a good day, Jared,” she cut him off.

“Wait!  I’m sorry.  I need to go, but thank you for everything.  Can I contact you again?”

“Sure,” YN answered.  “Bye, Jared.”

———

YN

Jared Padalecki called me! Like… what?!” 

BEST FRIENDDDD

Huh?! What did he say?!”

YN

He thanked me for what I did. He kind of pushed for info when I said that I understood, but I kind of shut him down. Still hard to talk about.

BEST FRIENDDDD

Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry. It’s okay. He would realize what you’re feeling if he knew.

YN

I know.

————-

“Hi, YN. It’s Jared,” he said calmly into the phone.

Tentatively, she gave a ‘hello’.

“Did you have a medical emergency?” He asked abruptly.

“Jared- please,” she stopped.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m drowning over here. Gen’s here and she suggested I call you again. I feel so… stuck.”

“Oh. Hi, Gen,” YN quietly stated.

“Hi!” The wife yelled via speakerphone.

“Trust me. You will be okay.”

“How? How do you know that?”

YN took a deep breath.

“I had a minor stroke in front of a crowd once. No one stopped to help me other than one person calling for emergency services,” the young adult admitted. “It’s hard to talk about.”

“That I understand.”

“It sucks. It just does. I’m sure you know to take it a step at a time, but that was the only way I could deal with it. I took the wins, big and small. I had to drop out of school for a semester and get my medicine and therapies figured out. Jared, I loved school, and I had to give it up. But it was okay. I could have thrown in the towel, but you say to always keep fighting, so I fought. Went back the next semester, and I earned my degree. I am not going to sit on my ass when there is life to be lived,” she stated with conviction. “Get up, take a deep breath, and fight one battle at a time.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-five. Why?”

“You’re wise for your age.”

“Nah. Just learned some life lessons. I’m sorry that you’re struggling, but you CAN do this. Promise.”

“How did you recover, YN?”

“Friends. They drug me to physical therapy. And eventually regular therapy. It was a small enough stroke that I could do exercises to make my body fully recover. You wouldn’t know now.”

“What about your family?” Jared asked.

“Umm. They don’t know that I go to therapy.  They’re a very “just deal with it,” kinda group. That’s why I moved out. And the reason I also started volunteering for IAmAlive. I can give back. It’s my own kind of therapy.”

“Wow. That’s amazing.”

“You gave me the strength to get out from under the control of people who hate feelings,” YN admitted. “I needed to fight for me.”

“That’s right. Look, you wanna come to Vancouver? We’re back and shooting now before the next convention. I’m trying to stay under the radar since everything happened,” he got quiet.

“Umm. Sure. I- I don’t know what to say.” YN stuttered.

“Well, you can say yes, because I would really like to hear more of your story, YN.”

“Great!”

“I’ll have my agent call you and get you a flight, okay? Can’t wait to see you!”

“Same. Bye, Jared!”

————

YN arrived in Vancouver for the week. She was treated well with drivers and a nice hotel room near the set of Supernatural. When she was picked up, both Jared and Jensen were inside the van.

“Uh. Hi, guys,” shocked they were right in front of her.

“Hey, come on!” Jared motioned for her to enter the vehicle.

“Right,” she remembered to move her feet.

They drove fifteen minutes before they got to the set.

“Come hang out in the trailers.” Jared led the group of three.

The cast and crew welcomed her with open arms. As the boys got ready, the makeup and hair department pulled her aside for a Winchester makeover, but she didn’t know the purpose yet. Wardrobe fitted her with jeans, boots, and an oversized flannel that she suspected was Sam’s since it smelled like Jared. The ends of her plaid shirt were tight into a knot so that it fit her body style better.  She turned around after putting on the clothes and looked in the mirror. Her braided hair and simple makeup made her smile.

“I like the boots! And everything!” She exclaimed. When YN walked down the steps to the lot, Misha saw her and complimented her.

“Do you like your Supernatural makeover?” He laughed.

“It’s amazing,” she sighed happily.

“There you are! Okay, let’s go!” Jared wrapped an arm around his new friend and guided her to the set. Her jaw dropped at everything in front of her. She was on the set of supernatural. With some of her favorite celebrities. Ever. What?! “Okay. You wanna act, darlin’?” He looked down at her.

“Uh. Excuse me?”

“You said you would never be able to act. Now’s your chance. You want to?”

“Please?” Jensen whined playfully as he walked up to the pair.

“Were you planning this all along?” YN smirked.

“You get to be an extra today. Just follow the direction of the PA. She’ll take care of you. Promise,” Jared smiled.

“Yes! Thank you!” She hugged them both.

After getting instruction from the crew, she learned that her job was to be annoyed with the boys.

Dean walks into dinner near a college campus. He notes all of the students studying.

“Nerds,” he huffs. Dean sees a girl with books in her arms with narrowed eyes at him. After hearing him, she rolls her eyes and elbow-checks him, he stumbles backward. Sam starts cackling as she exits.

“That’s what you get, you jerk!” Sam laughs.

“Cut!”

The PA said, “Back to One!”

YN returned to her beginning place in the scene with a grin on her face.

“Hey!” Jensen yelled for her attention. She froze. “No laughing in Supernatural!”

YN almost dropped her books from laughing so hard at the variation of the famous line from the show. The cast joined in when she continued to giggle. YN took a breath and sat down at the booth to start the scene over.

They did the scene a few more times before moving on. She sat in her official cast chair while the cast and crew worked. It was amazing to see them in their element.

“How’d you like that?” Jared asked.

“So fun! I mean, I’m angry at Dean all the time for being an ass on the show anyway,” she giggled.

“HEY!” Jensen growled. “I’m offended!” He put a hand to his chest.

_______

“I’m still a little out of it.  It’s tough tripping over everything, and I have to gain some skills back.  I talk slow and I can’t carry a conversation.”

“Jared.”  YN interrupted him. “What have you improved on?”

“Oh gosh. Not you too.  Jensen was asking me that earlier,” he chuckled as they ate their lunches together.

“Take the wins.”

“I am just struggling so much.”

“I know.  It’s okay.  But struggling means you’re getting somewhere.  Fight.  You know you have to.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” 

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The Gift -Chapter 2

Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1113

Warnings: Talk of infertility and past army trauma

A/N: Thanks for sticking around for chapter 2. Someone said they were hoping this would be a Bucky fic. He’ll be here...very soon, promise. This chapter gives some of the background on Steve and reader and the issues they’ve faced. Let me know what you think and enjoy!

***TAGS ARE CLOSED FOR THIS SERIES***

“So, what do you think?” You ask, standing at the stove finishing off the spaghetti sauce.

 Steve shakes his head and holds up the pamphlets, “I don’t know…,” he looks at you bewildered, “sperm donors? I’m not sure I want some unknown guys semen in your vag!”

 You laugh at his forwardness, “Well, it’s not like they’d be fucking me,” you joke back.

 “They might as well be!” He responds with a quickness. “They’re giving you something I can’t…,” he puts the pamphlets down and lowers his head to the table with a groan.

 “Babe…,” you move away from the stove and sit down across from him, “we don’t have to do this. We can always adopt,” you place your hand on his arm in comfort.

 He sighs heavily and looks back up at you, blue eyes trying to give you some joy, “Maybe?” He replies with a half-smile. “I just don’t know...what if-what if we’re not a good candidate and they tell us no?” He asks with concern.

 You shrug your shoulders, “Then they tell us no and we carry on like we have been, nothing changes,” you reassure him.

 Steve leans back in the chair and sighs, “I just wish we could have our own. I’d love to watch you carry a baby and go through the entire pregnancy together...that’s what I want for you. God, the world is so cruel, you know?”

 You do know. When you met Steve, the army hunk was a walking dream. Thank god your college roommate was dating his best friend or you two never would’ve met. You say a thank you to Bucky often for introducing you to him.

 Your connection to Steve was instant and the two of you quickly fell in love while he was on leave; home to bury his mother who had succumbed to cancer. Right before he left, he confessed he was in love with you and you quickly said it back, already head over heels for the blond. You knew right then, you’d spend the rest of your life with him and couldn’t wait to one day have a family.

 However, duty calls and when the army says jump, you say “how hi, sir?” Steve asked you to marry him when you came for a visit, a week before he was sent over to Fallujah. He was twenty then, and he came back to you broken and scared a year later, but you married him anyway because you loved him dearly and couldn’t imagine ever giving up on him.

 A year later, Steve signed on the dotted line again and re-enlisted in the army. Things were great, and he even became part of a new unit. Special Ops. He loved it. In the beginning there was lots of training, but not too much action. What he did see didn’t last too long and he was home within a couple of weeks.

 The promotion came when he was twenty-eight. Captain. He had his own unit and together they had many successful missions. Until the day they didn’t.

 Steve came home traumatized, having lost three men in a rescue mission. He had been shot in the leg and barely made it out alive from all the blood loss. There was only six months left on his enlistment and at thirty-two, Captain Rogers left his career behind, taking home a bum leg and an epic shit ton of PTSD.

 You spent the next two years helping him recover mentally and physically. He has a slight limp now, but it doesn’t bother you. He’s alive, and that’s all that matters. The limping doesn’t define who he is inside, and he’s still the amazing man you fell in love with years ago.

 But fate would show her ugly head again when Steve was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The doctors said it was confined to his pancreas and it hadn’t spread to any lymph nodes or distant sites, but he’d have to start treatment immediately. He knows the outlook isn’t good, and that’s why having a family was important to him. He wanted you to have his child before cancer took his life. His final gift to you.

 Then you were unable to get pregnant after trying so hard. You even went as far as to see a fertility specialist only to be told your body was fine. Steve asked for testing as well, only to find he was basically sterile. Life was certainly unfair and cruel to this man who had given so much of himself in everything he did.

 So here you were. Sitting at the kitchen table deciding what the next step would be. Do you continue to look at options, or do you just give up and live your best lives, only the two of you? It was such a difficult decision, and one that wouldn’t come easy. Not by any means.

 “I know you’re thinking something,” Steve leans back into the table to look at you, “care to share it with the rest of the class?” He smiles, joking at you.

 Obviously, your prolonged silence had given you away, and you had been thinking, but even the mere suggestion might give Steve some concerns. You bite nervously at your bottom lip, hoping your husband won’t be upset and keep an open mind at the idea that has presented itself just by breaking apart Steve’s own words.

 “So, adoption is out because you don’t want us to get turned down, and also, the baby wouldn’t have been biologically one of ours, correct?”

 Steve taps his fingers on the table and slowly nods back at you, “Yeah...that sounds about right.”

 “And I’m getting the feeling you’re not keen on a stranger’s sperm getting all intimate with my lady parts, right?”

 Steve chuckles and shakes his head, trying his best to be serious about a response, “Not particularly, no.”

 “Then what about someone we know...one of our friends?”

 Steve’s eyes go wide in shock like you’ve just broken his heart, “You wanna have sex with one of our friends?” His voice is laced with panic.

 “No! God, no!” You quickly reassure him. “But what if we asked one of them to be the donor? Then we can control the outcome. Especially since we already know them and their traits.”

 Your husband looks at you, an awkward silence filling the room. After several moments, Steve leans in close and rest both arms on the table top and crossed them in front of you.

 “And who do you think we should ask?”

 “I’m sure my Steve Rogers, the man with a plan, already knows exactly who he’d ask.” You say with a wicked grin.

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Prompt: Love spell

Everything’s fine until Steve starts taking off his clothes.

Ok, everything’s not fine, technically: Tony’s hoarse from yelling and Steve is the color of beets and anyone in the vicinity who didn’t know they were pissed at each other, have been since the Quinjet swept in and plucked them out of the Albanian wilderness, well--let’s just say there’s not anyone like that left.

They’re in the briefing room near the hanger because Tony was trying to act like a professional and not ream Steve the second they stepped off the plane. They’ve got new kids on the block now, Ant Man and Spidey and that take-no-shit Wasp, so it would be nice to, you know, pretend like they have their shit together as a team. As far as Tony’s concerned, screaming at Steve (and vice versa) is what keeps said shit in one piece; they’ve tried the not talking and not communicating thing and boy howdy, did that fuck them up. So they talk about their disagreements now, albeit in raised voices (Steve) and flailing arms (Tony), but they try not to do it in mixed company. Key word: try.

But sometimes Steve is just too puritanical for Tony to stomach all the way back to base, so today’s contretemps had started in furious whispers at the back of the plane and smouldered until they were wheels down and then and only then had Tony poked Captain Self-Righteous in the chest and hissed: “You, me, briefing room. Right the fuck now!”

Which had only made Steve madder, of course.

“I don’t appreciate being ordered around, Tony,” he barks the second the door to the briefing room closes.

“Yeah. Sucks, don’t it? Maybe you should have thought of that before you pulled an audible in the middle of an op, Cap!”

“What we were doing wasn’t working! A new strategy was called for!”

“I’m sorry, who was on point today?”

Steve flips off his helmet and chucks it on the table. “You were.”

“Yep. So instead of calling for the ball yourself, Namath, maybe you should have, oh, I don’t know, given me a heads up and made a recommendation?”

“Recommendation? Get real, Tony. When’s the last time you listened to one of those?” Steve snorts and unbuckles his harness, shrugged out of his shield. “Correction, when’s the last time you didn’t take great delight in ignoring one, huh?”

“I see, so you’re a mindreader now, is that it?”

“No, you’re just goddamn predictable, that’s all.”

“I’m predictable? You’re the one who’s always preaching teamwork and collaboration, and yet the second a thing doesn’t go the way you want it, you reach right over and grab the stick!”

Steve reaches for the catch in his armor. “Teamwork goes both ways, you know. Sometimes teamwork means recognizing that I know better.”

“That you--!”

There were more words coming, more that Tony had lined up to follow, but it’s hard to talk suddenly, what with the armor falling and Steve peeling and then him standing there not three feet from Tony no longer wearing a, uh. A shirt.

It’s not like Tony’s never seen the All-American six pack before, even once or twice in close quarters, but usually there were knives involved or evildoers of some sort, so he’d never had a chance to study Le Rogers without the fear of rapidly approaching death and holy god, he thought, goggled, that was probably good. Because for all his pig-headedness, for all of his incredible ability to rub Tony the wrong way, Steve’s gorgeous in the way that the sun is bright, you know? Fundamentally, thoroughly, blindingly. Throw in the helmet-mussed hair and the red cheeks of indignation and the whole package gets Tony thinking in the color of swoon.

And then the man starts futzing with his pants.

“Um,” Tony says weakly. “Cap? What the hell are you doing?”

Steve looks up at him, wide-eyed, and now that his pissiness had taken a backseat, Tony could see what he hadn’t before: there was a weird fire in Steve’s eyes, some shit that made the blue blue, and what had looked like pink cheeks was actually general aura of flush from Steve’s hairline over the hills and valleys of his chest down to the line of his--

“I’m hot,” Steve says petulantly as he--yep, oh god, yep--peels the suit from his legs and unfastens his boots. “Always get hot when we argue, Tony.”

Ok, that’s a sentence to unpack another day. A day when Tony’s not standing across from Steve Rogers wearing nothing but a very (very) tight pair of shorts. Shit.

“Sure,” he says, aiming for something blase, “but you don’t usually lose your kit because of it.”

“Oh, but I do. After it’s over, though. I go back to my quarters and strip off and get a hand on myself.” A long-lashed flutter. "Think about you.”

If Tony was a good man, a noble one like the blond stalwart in front of him, he’d leave right then. Splutter something, wave his arms a bit, and run off for the hills.

But he’s not noble and he’s not good, so far as Steve Rogers is concerned. He’s always wanted. Always, from day, nay hour one. He’s never let himself follow that particular thought any farther than his right hand and a very long, hot shower. They’re teammates, he and Cap. On a good day, they’re friends.

All the more reason he should be calling for a doc, a detox, something, but clearly Steve is straight up out of his mind: hoodoo’d or whammied or drunk or shellshocked or catastrophically high--but also hard, jesus fuck, is he. Hard and moving towards him, reaching for him, purring in this beautiful, uber un-Rogers way.

“I’m so hot,” he says again. This time the words fall over Tony’s face. “Feel like I’m burning up, Tone. Need your hands on me. See?”

And then he’s tugging at Tony’s wrists and planting Tony’s palms on his hip and his chest and Tony is weak, Tony is greedy, Tony suddenly wants him so bad .

If he was a good man, the kind they make star-spangled movies about, he wouldn’t turn his face to meet Steve’s. He wouldn’t open his mouth. He wouldn’t stroke every inch of skin he could reach and lap up Steve’s orchestra of needy sounds. He wouldn’t moan when Steve’s hands catch his ass and squeeze just this side of too hard.

“Yeah?” Steve whispers against his lips. “You’re hot too, aren’t you?”

The air feels like it’s imploding, each drop of oxygen its own pool of heat, and Tony’s drowning in each and every one. “Oh, fuck.”

“Mmmm. Please.”

Later, what happens next will be a flurry, a cross-cut set of Polaroids that if he thinks about, Tony can’t actually fathom:

His knees on the floor, the smell of Steve’s body, the sound he makes as Tony peels down those impossible briefs;

Steve’s back against the table, his breathing wet and ragged, his hands buried in Tony’s hair;

His palms slipping on slick wood, his forehead pressed to it, the feel of Steve’s tongue in his ass.

And the strongest of them all, the fiercest: Steve’s mouth on his shoulder, his chest ablaze at Tony’s back, the gorgeous, hungry hitch of his hips. His hand is on Tony’s cock and Tony’s clinging to the edge of the table and it feels so good to have Steve inside him he wants to fucking scream.

And then he does, because to hell with reason, and he’s coming all over Steve’s fingers, the table, pulse after pulse and he still feels incomplete and then Steve is grunting in his ear, fucking in hard and hard and deep and only when Steve whimpers and lets it all go does the sweet tension in Tony’s body finally release.

It feels like he comes again, another burst of white out on the table, but that can’t be, right? He can’t. It must be the hoodoo, whatever’s infecting Steve--he must have caught some of it, too. But hell, god bless the magic, because it feels so fucking good.

“Oh, god,” Steve moans in his ear, because the bastard’s still coming, apparently. “Oh, fuck, Tony, yes, yes.”

And maybe that does it for him a little, again, too.

The next thing he knows, they’re in a wet heap on the floor, half on top of Tony’s hastily-removed clothes. They’re clinging to each other. It’s a different kind of hot.

“So,” he says when he can speak again, when he wants to, “um, Cap. What the hell was that?”

Steve laughs in his ear, a noise like good whiskey. “If I have to tell you, I must have done something wrong.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be a smart ass. You went all weird stripper Barbie on me!”

“Stripper Barbie--?”

“Were you whammied or something? Did you pick a funny-looking flower while we were out there? That’s some serious Fairy Tale country out that way, you know. Lots of the big myths and stuff got started out there.”

Steve’s arms go tighter. “You’re babbling.”

“I’m not babbling, Rogers, I’m deducting. Er, I’m trying to figure this out.”

“What is the this, again?”

“Steve, you threw yourself at me. I touch myself when I think about you? I mean, that was some pure Skinemax shit.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

God, he’s infuriating. But it’s a lot harder to be mad when he’s naked. “Um, I always get hot when we argue, Tony? That isn’t you.”

“Hmmm. So you thought I was under the influence of something?”

Yeah, like a love spell, you know. I thought maybe you ate an enchanted mushroom. Forgot to each lunch before the smashy smashy and so picked a vegan snack on the go, you know.”

Steve bites at his throat, very gently. Laps at it a little. Says: “You thought I was high on magic and/or a mushroom and you had sex with me anyway?”

Shit shit shit. “Um, yeah. Yeah, I did.” Tony’s head does a double take. “Wait. Does that mean you weren’t ?”

“Mmmmm.” Tony can practically feel the smug. “No. Believe it or not, that was all me.”

“Well, all you is very cheesy, Rogers. Also not fucking subtle at all.”

Steve’s hips rock against his ass. “I wasn’t feeling subtle,” he growls. “Sometimes I hate subtle. Sometimes I think the only thing you understand is a shield upside the head--and believe me, I’ve been tempted.”

“So you thought you’d whip your dick out in the middle of an argument and I’d just, what, fall to my knees?”

“Isn’t that what happened?” Steve chuckles. “Except, as I recall, you’re the one who actually whipped it out.”

“But--” Tony’s brain is still not in full gear; not helping that blood’s rushing back merrily towards his dick. “But I--I don’t know if you noticed, Ron Jeremy, but there were some things happening with me that haven’t happened since I was 15.”

Steve sighs, a full on-luxury sound that Tony would like to sink into, thanks. “Oh, hell. Did I make you come more than once, Tone? It felt like it, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Apparently.”

“Uh huh. So let me get this straight: you came so hard on my cock that it must have been magic, is that it?”

“I hate you.”

“You want me.” Long fingers tumble over his hip, tease. “You’d take me again right now, if I wanted.”

Not even a question. “Hell yes.”

“Here, on the floor. Desperate, like a couple of kids whose parents aren't home."

“You like the idea of sneaking around, Cap? And here I took you for the candlelight and silk sheets type.”

“I like that too. But you have no idea how many times I’ve been stuck in one of your damn briefings and spent the whole time daydreaming about what it would be like to shut you up with my tongue.”

“Or your cock.”

A growl, a fist around Tony’s dick. “Yeah. That, too.”

Tony’s head falls back. “So next time you’re in here, tired of listening to me talk, you can think about this instead. About dirting me up and then tossing me on the carpet and having your way with me again.”

“My way with you? Now who’s cheesy?”

“Steve.”

“Yes, Tony?”

“Shut up and fuck me again."

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