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Bigots and Failed Promises of Mass Effect games

(I had this thing in my drafts for almost a month, and it would have stayed there if not for the wonderful post by @androidtrashfire, because I saw it, and I was like: "Fuck it, I have to rant about these games." I love Mass Effect, and I really think we should critique it. We should criticize things we love because silence = compliance.)

So I was talking to @liss-art recently about the bigoted fans in the Mass Effect fandom, and I think I need to make a post about it because it's something that really, truly bothers me, and it needs to be addressed.

Canon

Mass Effect is a story about deeply flawed people with a lot of problems, and through them it touches on issues like xenophobia, sexism, corruption, elitism, morality, identity. That's why we like it, right? But why are there so many bigots in the fandom? My theory is that it happens because Mass Effect, for all its supposed complexity, only touches on these issues without giving any meaningful commentary on them.

Here are a few obvious examples:

The Quarians are a distasteful allegory of the Roma people (right down to their accents). They are persecuted and ostracized for creating Geth, but the game never gives us any socio-political reasons why the Quarians did that. They just developed real AI because they were naive and stupid? Or because they were the only ones smart enough to do it? Did they do it in secret? Why did other races not make the same mistake?

Same with the Batarians. Yes, the game mentions tensions between humans and Batarians because humans try to claim territories that Batarians think are theirs, but that's about it. Batarians are all racist slave traders and they're bad, don't think about it, here's some memes about 300,000 of them dying, good job. And yes, I know you can read more about their history in the Codex (why is it an Asari who writes about Batarian history,btw?), but it's basically the same thing as saying D*mbledore is gay (I really am sorry for this reference). If no one ever mentions this rich Batarian history, then it doesn't exist.

And please don't get me started on Hanar. They "mercifully" saved the Drell by inviting them to their planet, immediately assimilated them into their own faith and also put them in conditions where they have to train as assassins from the ripe old age of 6 and eventually die of sci-fi lung cancer. But don't worry about it, Drell actually love to serve the Hanar, they do it willingly and consider their servitude an honor. Do you really want to criticize some stupid jellyfish who talk funny? Do you really want to talk about why the so-called Council races do nothing about it? LOL

Another thing the trilogy does is present entire races, including humans, as amorphous blobs. Do all Asari believe in the same "goddess"? Do all Turians obey the same Primarch? Well, what's important is that all humans in this bright future speak English.

But what about the genophage? That's a profound story, right? Well, not really, and it raises more questions than it answers. We hear a lot about how brutal, aggressive, and short-tempered Krogans are, but every single Krogan we meet is extremely well-mannered, and they only resort to violence against other races in dire circumstances. So why not save them? Does the game really present you with this moral dilemma or not?

And can anyone tell me why Salarians are allowed to abduct and experiment on sentient beings, and why Turians are allowed to wage wars? Why does no one talk about Asari in this context?

I really want to say that at least the characters are well written, but I can't because they're not.

Kaidan is a good example of this. We are told about his implant, we are told that he has chronic pain, but do we see him suffer from it? Do we see him in those moments of weakness and vulnerability?

The scene where he gets annoyed with Jenkins acting like he's a circus monkey who has to do a trick and biotically throws a cup at him was cut from the game. We occasionally hear him mention some of the side effects of his migraines ("Too many lights, too much noise"), but that's about it. What has happened to "show, don't tell"? And no, I'm not saying that the writers should feed me the story or walk me through it. What I am saying is that if you gloss over your characters' mistakes, flaws, and circumstances, you're getting people to ignore them. Do people who call Kaidan "boring" and insult him think about how his chronic pain, his trauma from Brain Camp, and the loss of Jenkins and Ashley affect who he is? Hell no.

Thane is another great example. What Mass Effect is telling us as a story is that you can completely abandon your family and your child and be forgiven if your reason for doing it is good and heroic enough. Like avenging your dead wife, because of course there has to be a dead woman thrown somewhere.

Everyone's favorite Garrus (mine too) is a cop whose character arc basically consists of deciding that he is above the law (since the law forbids him from killing people he thinks should die) and then involving his squadmate/friend/partner (depending on your playthrough) in the public assassination of his former squadmate, whom he never even bothered to confront first. Are there any consequences for Garrus for his actions? No. Again, it's all glossed over, and that's unfortunate because it removes the conflict and therefore the character development and depth.

And if you're going to tell me that ME is just a space opera, and that I should just enjoy the spectacle and the romance, then I'm going to tell you that I know that, and that I think it's a wonderful spectacle, and that some of the romance subplots are absolutely amazing story-wise, but the superficial commentary (or lack thereof) on the most important issues that ME covers actually harms the audience.

Fandom

On the one hand, we have people making mods that remove all the clothes from all the female characters (or remove all of femShep's organs and replace them with giant tits). We have people reposting that horrible, horrible art of Miranda and Jack fighting, tearing each other's hair and clothes, and maleShep smirking and saying "I should stay". We have people who say ME2 is the best game in the series because "there are no f*gs". On the other hand, we have people saying things like "there are two Commander Shepards - female and the wrong one". We have people who say "only weird people play as dudebro in 2024". We have people who think that simply playing as a female character is some kind of feminist statement, and that it makes them better and smarter than everyone else (the same people who use the term "dude gamer" as an insult). And all of those things are kind of the trilogy's fault.

Both maleShep and femShep have the same story. The only differences are the romance options, sexist remarks directed only at femShep, and flirtations from various NPCs directed only at femShep. What this tells you is that sexism exists in the Mass Effect universe, and only women suffer from it. It also tells you that only women are worth flirting with.

Another thing this game does (and modern games like Cyberpunk do the same thing) is equate the female experience to the male experience by giving both femShep and maleShep the same lines.

So there are some mixed signals here. Sexism exists and doesn't exist in this universe, Shepard is both genderless and very gendered, romances with underdeveloped characters are all over the place, and bigots thrive in this kind of environment.

The lack of commentary, the lack of perspective, the disastrous worldbuilding allows you to freely choose your sexist, racist adventure and not be punished by the story in any way.

Mirrors

There's a passage from Solaris that I absolutely adore and think about often.

"We don't want to conquer the cosmos, we simply want to extend the boundaries of Earth to the frontiers of the cosmos. […] We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is."

I think that perfectly describes what Mass Effect is as a universe. And in a way, it's a reason why it's so compelling. It's just empty enough for us to invest in it, to fill in the blanks of that narrative with the stories of our own. And it's also a reason why this fandom is a fucking hellscape.

#mass effect #my thoughts #kaidan alenko #thane krios #garrus vakarian #commander shepard #sorry not sorry for the wall of text because this is important #my stuff

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rogerswifesblog · 2 years

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so i got this thought in my mind !!!

YN is an avanger (or was an avenger) and got lost in a mission gone wrong and sh goes missing for months and she thinks that the others never tried to find her (especially Steve cause she thought they had something special going on)

when she is rescued after so long she’s incredibly miserable and steve tries to comfort her and eventually confess his feelings and yeah, they do the dirtyyy but it’s like very sweet and soft and deep

mix of smut and angst and fluff ? idk just this idea

Hi! Thank you for the request <3 I really hope you’ll like it! Please let me know:)

Btw I’ve never written any angst so I’m not sure if that’s what you were hoping for <3

Never stopped looking

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: [ everything is in the ask!:) ↑ ]

After being captured by HYDRA the avengers tried to find you for months, but didn't succeed. Weeks later a shield-team finds you and brings you back.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Avenger!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: injuries, kidnapping, experimenting, torture, blood, grief, major character death (that's what everyone thinks lol), pain, there's a lot of crying, smut, p in v, unprotected sex [ don't be silly wrap your Willy ]

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

18+

You had no idea how long you've been trapped under the remnants of the old HYDRA base, but you were pretty sure it's been a few hours. Maybe longer. You've lost consciousness when the building collapsed and trapped you.

A big part of the wall hit your legs-you couldn't tell if they were broken, but you couldn't move them. Everything was to heavy.

To that you could also tell you were bleeding from your thigh, which made everything worse-and staying conscious became harder with every coming minutes.

Then you heard it.

Someone was coming.

But it wasn't any of your teammates.

"Natasha-what-how did this happen?", Steve coughed, speaking into his ear piece. He stood up, looking at the collapsed building behind him.

"It was probably a trap-but we all got out in time, right? Tony, Clint and the twins are in the jet-Bruce never left it. Thor is also coming in", Natashas sounded slightly out of breath, but fine.

Steve slowly pulled his eyebrows together. But... Natasha didn't mention anything about you. You were with them on this mission-you were supposed to download old files.

Oh god.

"Nat, she's still in there-I have to find her- I need to-" "Steve...you can't do that. It's to dangerous-everything is collapsed-it still collapsing", he could hear Natasha saying, softer than before. There was pain in her voice.

Steve slowly shook his head. "We can't-I can't leave her", he mumbled. He had never told you what he felt. You've never been on a date together-you have no idea Steve loves you. Or...you had no idea.

Were you trapped somewhere? Were you alive? Were you in pain?

A sob escaped his throat. Steve tried to go back into the building, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Captain, we need to go", said Thor. Steve had no idea what to do. His rational thinking told him to go to the jet and search for you after it's really save for his team-but some other part told him to run back into this building, looking for you till he found you. It didn't matter how long it would take.

And yet he found himself within a few minutes in the jet, with Natasha treating his bleeding arm.

"I need to go back there...I need to find her", he mumbled.

Slowly you opened your eyes. You had no idea where you were-everything was dark...and cold. The clod was so cold. As you slowly sat up you realised three things.

First, you weren't trapped anymore.

Second, all your injuries seemed to be treated.

Third...you were chained and in a cell.

Instantly you tried to pull on the chains, testing how strong these were. You had no chance to get out of them. You were trapped.

And you didn't even know who had captured you.

A quite sob escaped your throat, while you slowly pulled your knees to your chest, hugging yourself. It was cold...your clothes were torn and dirty with...you had no idea what. Probably blood and mud.

The sound of heavy boots made you look up. A man entered your cell grabbing your arm. "Sleeping beauty's finally awake", he grinned grabbing your cuffed wrists and pulling you roughly behind him. Stumbling you followed him. There was no other thing you could do.

"Come on, Stark! It's been four days and you have-what?! Nothing?! Shouldn't Jarvis be able to find something? Some-some I don't know, thermal imaging to detect the body heat??", spoke Steve restlessly. Tony let a drone fly over the remnants of the old hydra base. Again.

A quite sigh escaped his lips. He hated being the one telling Steve, you couldn't be found. Not anymore. At least not alive. Tony always liked you.

You were a great addition to the team, a cheerful person. Every time you entered the room everyone seemed to be in better mood.

Especially Steve.

The whole team noticed his attraction towards you. He was pretty obvious, actually. And you were pretty oblivious. Steve tried to sit next to you while watching movies, always brought you your favourite snacks...and you two even cuddled.

"Steve, I'm sorry...I don't think-"

"No-don't even-don't even think like that", Steve interrupted him sternly, hitting the table with enough force to leave a dent.

Angry Steve stormed out of the lab. He would stop searching. You were out there. Somewhere.

You had to be...

A sharp pain in your arm woke you up. With blurry vision you tried to see what was happening. You were on a table-at least it felt like a table-and you were strapped, without any way of moving.

Slowly you looked to the side. You needed to know what was causing you this much pain.

A needle was in you arm, draining your blood.

You felt another pinch in your other arm.

It was an IV with...some kind of fluids.

From one moment to the next everything started hurting. You felt like you were burning from the inside, like-

Steve hit the punching bag hard enough for it to rip in half. "That's the sixth in two days, Steve", said Natasha, entering the gym. Steve didn't say anything. He hang another one up, and started hitting it.

Twelve days. He was starting losing hope he's find you alive.

Screaming you hit your head against the table, trying to- you had no idea what you wanted to achieve. Losing consciousness, maybe? You wanted the pain to stop.

At this point you've lost track of time. Every day was the same. You'd wake up in your cell, chained. A guard would bring you some food-which was not a lot and also tasted awful-and he'd bring you down into the lab. You had no idea who these people were-crazy scientists? Maybe. Insane doctors? Felt like the same.

Every day you hoped someone would storm through the metal door-a giant frisbee, how you always liked to call Steve's shield, would hit the doctor who was cutting into your arm right now.

You didn't even know why they were doing it-they didn't do anything else. Was it just for fun? Did they enjoy seeing you bleed?

They always injected you with stuff, which made the deep cuts bleed less or even heal-but it wasn't permanent. They had to do it every day, after every...session, or whatever all of this was. It was painful.

Why was nobody coming for you?

Steve did something he hadn't done in a long, long time.

He prayed.

With everything that happened in his life, he didn't really believe in god anymore, especially not like he had done it before he became captain America.

But at this point he didn't know what else to do. He tried to find you in the remains. He failed.

Twenty six days. He hoped to find your body at least.

"Please...please no, stop...", you mumbled as the guard dragged you to the lab again. "I c-can't ...please..." It was like a nightmare. That kind of nightmare where you couldn't wake up. Yet this wasn't a dream. This was real. They wouldn't come for you. Just like that, they left you to die-your friends, your family...it was all a lie. They never cared about you. If they did, they'd have found you long ago.

Maybe they didn't even try?

But why wouldn't they...why wouldn't Steve...why didn't they care?

You thought they were your family. You thought Steve...

Even though you've been tortured for the past few...weeks? You've never felt a pain like this. It felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest. Ripped into pieces.

Steve walked through the ruins of the old building. Nothing. He found nothing.

You were unconscious more often than you were actually conscious. The pain was too much for you, it didn't matter if they gave you some sedatives or sometimes even morphine if they were generous-it didn't happen often-and yet you always felt the pain. Especially the IVs. It always made you feel like you were burning alive. It wasn't fair. The pain, the experiments, the torture...

Why you? Why?

Steve couldn't stop himself from entering your room. It was the same as you left it-your bed was made, but still slightly messy-the blanket was wrong and also a stuffed animal was half hidden under the pillow.

He sat down and grabbed the stuff animal, pressing it close to his chest.

He couldn't control his endless tears and sobs.

Two months.

You were gone.

The doctors became more sloppy, you've noticed. They didn't strapped you to the table anymore. The guards also didn't stayed in the lab.

This was your chance.

You'd do it.

You'd escape, no matter how much more pain and tears it would cost you.

Natasha knocked on Steve's door. No answer.

She did it again.

And again.

And-

"What??", Steve yanked the door open, looking down at her. She knew, he was in pain. She knew, he loved you. She knew, he...he felt empty.

"We thought about watching a movie together, cheer up a bit...eat something together, Wanda wanted to make-", Steve slammed the door close. "The only thing I wanna do is find her body to at least have a god damn funeral!", he shouted walking away from the door. Natasha could hear him sob after the last words.

Slowly you walked through the long corridor. You had no idea where you were. No one was there either. It's like everyone was gone-or busy with something more important.

Walking around the corner you found the reason why all Hydra agents were gone.

Coulson's team.

You couldn't stop yourself from crying out, stumbling right into Phil's arms. Finally. Someone had bees searching for you.

"We found you", was the last think you heard before passing out.

As soon as the jet landet you've been treated with medical care. Shield's and Starks best doctors took care of you, giving you fluids, stitching you up and cleaning you. All this time you didn't wake up. You were to weak, that's why the doctors gave you some more fluids, all for strengthening.

You were dehydrated and pumped full with...they didn't even know what exactly what. Some kind of drugs.

Fury let them to transfer you to the compound, where other doctors would be watching over you.

>Mr Stark, I'd like to inform you an ambulance drove onto the compound area. They bringing a new patient< Tony slowly looked up from his suit. He didn't know anything about a patient. "What do you mean? No one was on a mission since...last time."

A hologram of the ambulance appeared, showing how they were bringing you into the build. Still unconscious.

Tony blinked a few times, slowly putting one hand over his mouth. "That's...how...we've been looking for so long..", he mumbled, leaving his suit behind and storming out of the lab. "Jarvis, inform everyone."

„What do you mean she's here? How is that even possible?", Steve rushed to your hospital room, with Natasha right behind him. At this point he hadn't expected to find your body anymore-and now you were here? In the compound? Apparently alive and stable. "I don't know, Steve. Coulson found her in a underground Hydra base."

Steve slowed down, looking back at Natasha. In a hydra base...

Steve felt his stomach drop. It meant he could've saved you before hydra captured you. It was all his fault. He should've looked for you sooner.

Entering your room his gaze immediately fell on the IVs in your arms and the monitors beeping. Then he slowly let his gaze linger on your bruised arms. He could see new reddish scars, you haven't had before. What happened to you? What had they done? Steve sat down in the chair next to you, grabbing your hand gently. He could stop the sob that escaped his lips.

Meanwhile Natasha and Bruce talked to the doctors outside.

After four days Steve still hasn't left your side. He couldn't leave you. He felt guilty.

"Steve, you should sleep in a real bed and not in this chair", Natasha said, entering the room. She put a tray with food on the nightstand next to your bed. Without anyone bringing Steve food he'd probably completely forget about eating at all. He looked up for a moment, but laid his head back on your legs, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. "I know but...I don't want to go. I can't leave her", Steve mumbled, letting out a quite sigh. "She'll wake up soon...I can't go."

Natasha gently put her hand on his shoulder. "You know what the doctors said. It can take weeks or maybe she won't-" "don't even think about finishing this sentence", Steve snapped and shook her hand from his shoulder.

For a few minutes she tried to convince him to go to sleep-but Steve didn't budge. He wanted to stay.

"Fine, then don't. But if-"

„Natasha wait-she's-she squeezed my hand. She's waking up", Steve interrupted her, lifting his head and watching you slowly open your eyes.

Your head fell to the side, while you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw-

Brightness.

It definitely wasn't the hydra cell. Also not their lab...the beeping told you it must've been a medical room.

Then you realised someone was holding your hand.

Suddenly Steve and Natasha were all over you. You felt someone's hand on your cheek and then forehead, a gentle touch. Something in you craved these kind of touches. The softness, gentleness...

Yet you moved away.

"Y/N, hi, how are you?", you heard Steve's voice, while Natasha called for a doctor to check you.

Slowly you shook your head. Your mouth felt dry-so incredible dry. When you tried to say something, only a quite cough escaped your lips.

Immediately you felt a cup against your lips, which only made you shook your head more. With the strength you had you snatched your hand out of Steve's grip and pushed the cup away from you.

Since Steve didn't expect such a reaction, he dropped the cup, spilling the water over you. "Oh god, I'm sorry, I'll get a-" "Go", you groaned barely audible, clearing your throat. "Away-Go away", you said a bit louder this time, pushing Steve away when he tried to get you a tissue.

"What? Why? Is everything-" "Steve, go! Leave me alone", you snapped. Steve slowly backed away, seemly confused. He didn't know why you reacted like that. It was just...not right? He thought you'd be happy to see him.

Natasha entered the room with Bruce, which made you noticeably anxious. "Go! I said go!", Natasha and Bruce were visibly confused, asking Steve what was happening. The doctor came to you, giving you fluids in order to calm you down.

They worked immediately. You felt yourself drift back to sleep. "Just...leave me...like you already did once...", you whispered. If Steve's hearing wasn't enhanced he would have missed it.

The next few days, even weeks, seemed to be a blur. It took the doctors a while till they finally got you back on your feet. You were still weak and wouldn't be able to train or go on any missions for a long, long time-but at least you could go to your own room.

Every time someone tried to talk to you, you avoided every conversation. At first you ignored everyone completely-after a few days, you started talking with Natasha, Clint and the twins, also Bruce and Tony sometimes. But not Steve. You couldn't look at him.

Not after what you thought was between you. Months before you were captured you thought Steve liked you. And yet...you didn't think like that anymore.

While you were watching a movie In your room, someone knocked at your door. You stayed quiet. It's not like you wanted to talk with anyone really.

Even if you talked with the others sometimes, it didn't mean you really wanted to.

You didn't want to see any of the people that had left yo-

The door opened and Steve entered the room. "Hi, I wanted-" "no. I don't want to hear any pathetic excuses. Just leave me-"

Steve sat down next to you on the couch and grabbed both of your hands. You stopped talking immediately. How dare he come into your room, when you clearly didn't want him there.

"Hear me out-please", he nearly begged you. You could even see tears in his eyes...and you couldn't be really angry at him. You loved Steve for a while now. That's also why it hurt so badly, that he didn't found you.

Steve gently squeezed your hands. He was nervous-really nervous, since he wanted to tell you everything. How long he'd been looking for you and...how he felt.

"I'm sorry you've been there for so long. I-we, tried to find you. We really did...I did. I couldn't stop thinking about you-about where you were and what was happening to you", his thumb stroked over a scar from one of Hydras IVs. "I don't even know what to say. I'm sorry...I really am", he mumbled, slowly looking back at you. There were tears storming down his cheeks.

You couldn't stop yourself from gently putting your arms around his shoulders. Your own tears fell.

Have they really been looking for you?

It was hard to believe, but you didn't want to be angry anymore. You missed everyone-especially steve. You missed the cuddles, eating together, just...being friends. Even if you'd love to be more.

For a while you two just sat there in silence, cuddling. It felt good to be this close again. After so many weeks...months.

Slowly Steve lifted his head, looking at you with a small smile, while he placed one of his hands on your cheeks. "I missed you so much", Steve sobbed, completely breaking down and hugging you tightly against his chest.

For a moment you felt pain in your ribs and arms from the right hug, but didn't say anything. Instead you put your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. You could feel your heartbeat speed up.

You missed this feeling.

The butterflies in your chest, the tingling in your body...

You missed the influence Steve had on you.

For a moment Steve looked into your eyes. You could tell his gaze fell to your lips and quickly back deep into your eyes. It made something in your warm.

"I was scared I would never see you again and that...that I could never tell you how much I love you", only after it was said, Steve realised what exactly he said.

Oh god.

He could feel himself blushing.

Slowly he let go of your hands, wanting to go away. You probably hated him for doing this. Dumping his feelings on you in such a horrible way. Maybe you'd think he said it out of pity? This would be even worse. Or you th-

Soft lips stopped his thinking.

Your lips.

You kissed him!

It took Steve a few seconds before he really kissed you back, closing his eyes...loosing himself in the feeling of your lips. You put your arms gently around his neck, pulling him in closer. Steve put his arms around you, deepening the kiss.

You two kissed for a moment, before slowly pulling away. Only then did Steve realise you were crying. But it seemed like these were happy tears. A big smile captured your lips. He hadn't seen you this happy since you were back.

"Ich love you too-god, Steve, for so long. I was thinking about it all the time-when they-I just wanted for you to find me so bad", you sobbed, kissing Steve again. This time more fiercely, gripping his shirt like it was the last thing holding you above water-yet you wanted to drown in him.

The kiss became much more passionate within the next seconds. Slowly you pushed Steve onto the couch-but he stopped you.

"I don't want for it to happen like that...just some quickie on the couch...I don't want you to regret it later. We should wait-", Steve mumbled against your lips. "Steve, I waited long enough. I just...I just need you", you cried. Steve looked deep into your eyes, nodding slowly.

The corners of your lips twitched. You grabbed Steve's hand and slowly stood up, guiding him to your bed.

You felt nervous. Like it was your first time. It wasn't, but it felt different. Special. Slowly you laid down on your bed, taking Steve with you. He caged you with his body-but it felt good, having his weight over you. You felt...safe. He made you feel safe.

It was nice to feel safe again.

Steve left gentle kisses on your cheek, jaw and neck, while slowly pulling your shirt up-you did the same with his. Both pieces landed of the floor-but as soon as he lifted his head you felt insecure. Would he think you're attractive? Especially with the few new scars? You wanted to cover yourself with your hands, but Steve grabbed them gently and placed next to your head, interwinding them.

"You're beautiful, don't ever think otherwise", Steve's soft spoken words made you blush. It was nice to get a compliment from the person you loved most. Nodding, you slowly pulled him once again in a kiss. Passionate, yet gentle. Your cold hands roamed over his chest. A surprised gasp escaped his lips, which made you both chuckle. "Sorry", you whispered softly.

Steve shook his head and grabbed your hand, placing it back against his chest-where you could feel his heart beating against your palm. "It's nice. Don't stop touching me", Steve kissed your forehead, before kissing his way down to your bra clothed breasts.

One of his hands found the clasp, opening it after a few seconds. Steve grinned slightly, as he slowly threw your bra to the floor. Soft kisses on your skin made you moan quietly.

He couldn't stop himself from sucking on your nipples gently, while his free hand caressed your other breast.

You could feel your breath quicken, your body tingle and...everything felt so warm. It's like you were burning.

But in a good way.

A smile spread over your lips. Steve rubbed his hand over your clothed core, making you moan. He could already feel you getting wet. His palm grind over your sensitive bud. Your walls clenched around nothing.

You grasped Steve hair, slowly guiding him back up.

He was smiling at you-and you couldn't stop the smile you already had from getting bigger, happier. "Steve, I just....I love you", you whispered against his lips. You felt alive, like never before. Especially not in the last few months. "I love you, too", Steve pressed his lips to yours, letting his hands roam over your waist.

His soft and gentle touches made you moan against his lips. You couldn't wait any longer. "Steve, please...I want to feel you", he looked deeply into your eyes, before slowly nodding. His hands found the waistband of your sweatpants, sliding them down. He took your panties with them and throw both items to the floor. His own last pieces of clothing followed behind.

You couldn't stop yourself from looking-of course you're curious, who wouldn't be?

The surprised gasp you let out, made Steve look at you worryingly. "Do you want to stop? We can stop if you-", his own moan interrupted him, when you grabbed his dick, stroking it a few times. His tip was already leaking with pre-cum, dripping down at your heat. "Steve, I don't want to stop", you whispered, pulling him in a fierce kiss.

You wrapped your legs around him, making him move closer to you-his tip brushed along your folds, bumping your clit. Steve positioned his tip at your dripping hole, slowly pushing in. He felt so firm and thick, stretching you out so good. Quietly you cried out in pleasure, scratching Steve's back.

"You feel so good, sweetheart...fuck-so, so good", Steve groaned against your neck, thrusting forward, till he was completely seated into you.

He waited for you to adjust to his size, even if feeling your walls throbbing around him, was killing him. You felt perfect around him. Like you were made for him.

And you felt the same about him.

He was filling you so good. Stretching your tight hole. The slight burn only added to the pleasure. When he started moving, you felt him graze over every sensitive part of you-being honest you haven't even known you could be this sensitive. Never before had someone filled you like Steve. "You feel so big", you whimpered into his ear, digging your nails into his skin. Steve gasped against your lips, kissing you again.

The kisses became more tongue and teeth, than before. You gasped into each other mouths. Everything in you started to tremble. Your body erupted in goosebumps, while your muscles tensed. The knot in your abdomen started building up. You could feel your orgasm approach.

When Steve started thrusting quicker into you, you couldn't keep yourself from moaning into his ear. He stroked along your sensitive spot with every thrust-you knew you wouldn't last long. Especially not when he put his hand between your body's, gently rubbing your clit.

"Steve-I'm gonna-", you quietly moaned into his ear, getting interrupted by another gasp. He felt you clench around him, which return made him thrust slightly harder into you. The extra pressure on your g-spot and clit made you come undone, crying out in pleasure.

Steve felt your juices soak his dick and thighs, making him moan into your mouth. Feeling your walls squeezing and throbbing around him, was enough for him. "Fuck I'm gonna-" "fill me-fill my pussy, Steve, make me yours", you whimpered against his lips.

Your words made him only thrust harder into you. He was still hitting all your spots with every thrust-he was also still rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt yourself getting close again. Steve thrusted one more time deep into your Pussy, filling you with his cum. You felt his cock pulsing and filling you with his seed. Suddenly another g-spot orgasm sweeps violently over you, making you whine.

Laying gently down on you Steve put more of his weight on you, which made you smile. You liked having him like that. Like a warm, weighted blanked. You felt safe.

"I love you", Steve mumbled into your ear, slowly turning around with you, so you both were on the side. You cupped his face in your hands, giving him a gentle kiss.

"I love you, too, Steve."

That's it! I really hope you enjoyed reading! Please let me know:)

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h-harleybaby · 1 year

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sleepover w/ cartman? what movies would you guys watch or like what would you guys do all night (video games,, 😳,, partying idk)

Got me excited 👀

Ik I said another request has my priority but like, this is really good and I’ll probably start on this one

But in the morning it’s almost 11 pm and I just woke up (btw this probably isn’t gonna be good I’m racking my brain for ideas)

Edit: ignore how I inserted my hobbies for the reader, IGNORE IT-

HAS NSFW CONTENT

Sleepover hcs w/ Cartman

• I’m gonna give it some background, the sleepovers probably after a long day of school. Maybe the guys were bugging him so ofc he’s gonna ask his gf to come over so he can rant and cuddle

• It wasn’t meant to be a sleepover but just ends up being one 💀

• That day just drained him and he missed youuuu, he needs to tell you about everything that happened and perhaps make you do his English homework because he sucks at it

• Eric’s laying on your chest grumbling about the guys while you kinda have your arms around him and are sewing

• Imagine you’re cooking something for the both of them because Liane is out partying and he just has his arms around your waist as he stands behind you with his head on your shoulder <333

• He’s whining about being hungry tho so it’s not as cute 🙄

• This man probably devours it, and it’s definitely not because your cooking is really good. Totally not, it’s just because he’s hungry

• Is what he says, it’s bullshit and you know he loves your cooking

• Y’all play all sorts of games tho, ranging from Mario cart to COD because he has a problem and chooses games he rages at when he loses

• He fucking sucks at Mario cart (the only reason he wins against the guys is because they suck even more) but won’t admit it and says you cheated during the game

• Y’all probably also watch a bunch of movies, switching between who chooses them. He’s always complaining about yours because “they suck ass” but he secretly enjoys them

• His favorite movie out of the ones you play is Mean Girls, and he definitely mocks at least one character through out the whole movie

• It’s 11 pm at this point, and during sleepovers you’re supposed to stay up all night aren’t you??

• He doesn’t even know what he wants to do but he wants your attention, desperately

• Probably plays truth or dare and you already know this is gonna end up a lil… steamy (this hc totally isn’t because an old crush of mine always played truth or dare when he came over and he’d always do really horny stuff)

• Tbh when this starts he’s kinda horny but he’s mainly bored. He’s just looking for some skin to skin contact

• At first it’s stupid, like prank call Stan or chug some disgusting mixture or whatever alcohol y’all can find but not for long 💀

• Eventually y’all just fall asleep on the couch- BUT THIS IS NOT WHERE IT ENDS

• Eric wakes up first and literally will not stop annoying you until you wake up, he wants attention >:(

• Please I just had an idea- he calls you sugar sometimes and when he wakes up and like, for the first hour of him being awake he has this hot morning voice <333 and he knows it makes you weak in the knees and you like that nickname so he probably calls you it the most in the morning-

NSFW

• Ik this is gonna sound really weird but I need you to stay with me on this, ok?!!?

• Sex with Cartman during sleepovers is usually sleepy sex or him fucking you (WITH YOUR CONSENT) while you sleep- PLEASE STAY WITH ME ON THIS I HC THAT HE'S INTO SOMNOPHILLA

• He definitely pokes/messes with your boobs just because it fun, also to try to wake you up

• Imagine sleepy sex with him tho- you're both half asleep but really horny so he promises he'll do it quickly and to make you feel good before y'all sleep. He'll hold you by the hips and fuck you on your side because he's too lazy for really anything else. But he's more gentle than normal and his pace is kinda slow, almost like he's teasing you <333

• Tbh he probably fucks you to sleep

• Ugh all I can think about is Eric pressing a couple of sloppy kisses on your neck and whispering how good you feel as he fucks you

• He's so much nicer when he's sleepy, praising you on how good you take him as his fingers circle your clit

• He's really quiet when he's sleepy, usually he won't shut up (I say this affectionately) but when he's like this it's just quiet moans and whimpers

• Eric fucking while you sleep isn't too much different tho

• He probably a little more awake and so he's rougher and gropes you more

• Your boobs are just so soft and he loves them, how could he not???

• One hand on your chest and the other on your hip so he can fuck you better <33333

• He doesn't exactly have a breeding kink but something about cumming in you is just addicting man, but he'd probably be gross and cum on your back and fall asleep before he cleans it up

• Or he cums in you... and then falls asleep IM SORRY THATS JUST SO FUNNY- he's gonna have to deal with a very angry you in the morning and you probably threaten not to have sex with him anymore for a week to teach him a lesson or something

• It does not work

• He's gonna fuck you on the kitchen counter while his mom is gone and breakfast is on the stove. The fact that half the reason he does that is to prove a point is so stupid and funny

• I mean he also thinks you're hot when you're angry/mad so like

• And like I said earlier, that morning voice of his makes you weak in the knees man

• He's gonna be smug all morning tho

I hope you like it, sorry if it sucks <333

#south park x reader #cartman x reader #eric cartman x reader #h harleybaby needs help #south park x reader headcanons #cartman kinda :lip bite:#eric cartman x y/n #Harley’s anons <33 #harley’s requests!

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misc-obeyme · 1 month

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🐆 I will write the name as we know it- how its written in Hebrew- how it pronounced (only if it is any different)- the meaning. Hope you like it and it makes it more fun to understand for you! Lucifer- לוציפר- technically came from the Christian interpretation of a quote from the bible that said something about the falling morning star. It was probably said as a proverb at the time, but got translated to an actual person lol and here we are. The falling morning star was written הילל בן שחר- Hilel Ben Shahar, I can go for hours on the different meanings it can be.

Mammon- ממון- pretty old word, not being as used, means some kind of wealth. If it's an actual used word, usually only in very official documents to describe monetary value or extreme wealth.

Leviathan- לוויתן- it is written the same in terms of pronunciation, but sounds different. You can copy how I wrote it in Hebrew and listen in google translate. Everyday word, literally means whale.

Satan- שטן- written the same, pronounced slightly differently. Means the devil. Demons by the way are called שדים- shedim, but if you say only demon- שד in a slightly different emphasis on a letter and its a boob. Just a fun fact

Asmodeus- אשמדאי- Ashmedai He doesn't really come from the Jewish bible but as far as I remember was described in different writings and then later added to the inscription. Supposed to be at some point the kind of demons, and was controlled for a period by king Solomon. There's no specific meaning in the name in Hebrew.

Beelzebub- בעל זבוב- Baal Zvuv Literally means owner of flies, or controller of flies in some cases, he was described in some parts in the bible, usually to mock the god of Pegan religion nearby, or to describe priests who came to shoo away the flies from an upcoming sacrifice? Baal is also often refers to a husband, btw.

Belphegor- בעל פעור- Baal Paur Now this is an interesting one, since if pronounced as it is written in English, Phegor can mean carcass which is a bit more related to Beel's name. But in the bible Baal Paur was described to be one of the Pagan gods who had a disgusting job I refuse to describe. Simeon- שמעון- Shimon a commonly used name, less nowadays though. In my opinion, in Hebrew it's one of the least sexiest name since it's very throaty. But that's my taste. The meaning is from the word "Shama שמע" which means heard, heard by god in the way they referred it to. Shimon was one of the kids of a famous figure in the bible.

Solomon- שלמה- Shlomo Everyone probably know the name of king Solom the wise. Very common name for what now is the middle-aged generation, the rural you go in Israel the more common the name is lol. My opinion of it is the same as Shimon.

Raphael and Michael are both known too, and pronounced pretty much the same, though Michael is more like Mikhael, מיכאל, his name means high praise to the god. Raphael sounds the same, written רפאל, Rafael, Rafa usually means healing. For all the angels that have "EL" in the end- El means god. So it's healing from god, protection from god and so on. Luke is from the Christian version, so I leave it be. Barbatos, Mephisto, Diavolo, don't really have relation from what I can remember to the Jewish bible or Hebrew nor do they have a translation into any specific words. The more I think about the more it makes me appreciate how well they have written the story, only the angels and the fallen ones have names that has a meaning in Hebrew while the demons retain their original form... Or maybe I am reading too much to it... Anyway I had fun thinking about all of this and writing this, and hope you enjoy it too. I presume the water has already been consumed. yes? :)

Woahhhh so much I didn't know about this stuff!

Lucifer our fallen morning star... there's something so poetic about that, even if it is a mistranslation and it was never meant to be an actual being.

Also Belphegor I mean Belphie can be like a carcass when he's dead asleep, right?? LOL.

I wonder why they chose the name Simeon? Heard by god, but is he? I'm always hesitant to think they've got any deeper meanings to these things just because this game is not exactly known for that kind of thing. But I can't help but wonder about it.

Huh that's super interesting that the demons that have always been demons don't have the same origin as the angels or fallen angels. I mean, maybe they didn't do that on purpose, but it's cool either way! I've always loved that Diavolo is just devil in Italian! I can't remember about Mephisto aside from Faust, like I don't know if he's in something else Bible adjacent or not. Barbatos is in the Ars Goetia but that's all I know about that lol. I know very little about these things in general.

Thank you so much for writing this and sharing it with me! I'm always interested in this kind of stuff!

And um yes water, right. I am gonna go do that... right... nooooow lol.

#I swear I'm gonna get better at the water thing #anyway I love languages and translations and word origins #absolutely fascinating #also yes I listened to Leviathan in Google #very different from how I say it in English lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #🐆 anon #misc answers

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stickers-on-a-laptop · 7 months

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the promised thoughts about wblue

okay so i DID very much go and rewatch it lmaoooooo so first half is like thoughts i was thinking last night and then a liveblog-ish with different subs than the ones i watched yesterday. also i tried to write out the lyrics of the song but there some parts i definitely missed

when your entire infrastructure apparently rests on one (1) laptop working and your fucking president destroys it (instead of the alien who is causing brainwashing) for his little retainer

said retainer put a fucking shoe in your president's face the first time he met him, btw

said retainer was also like a TOUGH GUY once upon a time, with a real life of crime where he made counterfeit money, but he saw a man so beautiful (that was into a cashless society) and went "okay time to be silly :3"

also when you have a filter on your flashback that starts lifting only when you decide to follow this nerd who can build tech really well

also also when the sparks of a VERY IMPORTANT LAPTOP just have this cherry blossom feel instead of what was probably supposed to be bad-assery. was that just me? might have just been me. anyways.

BUT LIKE. YANMA DECIDED THAT THE ENTIRE COUNTRY. THE WHOLE THING. LESS IMPORTANT THAN SHIOKARA. i dunno if the other kings would make that decision. like i think himeno, rita, kaguragi, and jeramie would go for defeating hilbil. but also i'm not sure if the other retainers would use the lie detector like that. gira MIGHT destroy a country for like the orphanage kids tho.

i wanna see the history books of this like what is jeramie gonna WRITE for this. "so the bisexual yanma gast, against the uchu jester hilbil, chose his retainer shiokara over the country"

not that jeramie would know this but the fact the hacker gang instantly transferred loyalty to yanma was very funny, considering that they were yelling at shiokara after the time skip

something something yanma being more presidential (think that gira hype scene) is in a coat of a similar style to yankii!shiokara's

i did legit think they had known each other since childhood but i guess toei wanted more homoeroticism than that. cause like. this would have been about say…7 years of knowing each other? 2 years of timeskip, let's say yanma was president for about 3 years cause he DID know racles before the show started proper, and 2 years or so to be able to TAKE that president role cause i DOUBT they beat up that old man and immediately started running the country

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when KAGURAGI says to prioritize taking back n'kosopa and then like. no

no seriously why is your ENTIRE FUCKING INFRASTRUCTURE dependent on ONE LAPTOP not breaking i don't think that's even how it WORKS don't you have to destroy cables and stuff too like if this computer goes does it self destruct the internet cables or did the n'kosopaians have no internet for three seconds and go on a rampage

when yanma is the wise king supposedly but also uses his face instead of i dunno his HANDS to block shiokara's stomping foot on the laptop. you know. that laptop he will break FOR THE GUY WHO WAS GOING TO BREAK IT

MY NERD ASS WILL BEAT YOUR YANKII WAYS, says the guy who will become more yankii and for the most part less nerdy over the years

yanma doesn't even fucking move. he KNOWS shiokara won't hit him

hey not to be dark cupid AGAIN about this. but. maybe if you had KISSED HIM HERE you wouldn't have needed to destroy your country

shiokara gives very "shoves nerd against a locker" vibes as yanma keeps resisting the other guy

the song "zero to hero" but like "zero to one" instead

ENGLISH LYRICS (GUESSING): no one can change destiny, (yeah?) but life is all uncertain(ly?) and we must be bullshit. i can tell you a to z [FIST PUNCH SOUND] turn on the radio tune into your heart(?) oh, i don't care(?) my life is gone, so take it back and away(?) what's wrong? (or won't you run) so what i'm still alive [hilblil talking] hard times coming [more talking] i'm still alive and the music's coming [talking] i'm still alive and {???} tonight {???} you can't go

shiokara has MADE HIS DECISION and it's following yanma watching someone go super gay in front of your very eyes

the way hilbil is like "ew. yaoi. cut it out"

THE MUSIC FOR ALL OF IT THO

yanma will not go to the top without shiokara. at all. his loyal slack-jawed tanuki MUST be by his side

gira: …………i guess i can understand being that gay yeah

YANMA HAD TO DO IT. FOR SHIOKARA. HIS SILLY RABBIT yeah i'm normal about this mhm

when you're like OH NO THE WHOLE COUNTRY. FOR ME.

when you were moved by something you couldn't see……..I UNDERSTAND YOUR SUBTEXT

THANK YOU AND SORRY SOMEDAY YOU'LL SAY THOSE WORDS THROUGH TEARS AGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

#sooooooooooooooo normal about these two #king ohger spoilers #wblue #being gay in toku isn't a competition but i think they won

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justafairytailofinnocence · 1 year

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Could you do a Barbossa x Reader one shot? Like something that has to do with love (i’m down bad) idk just fluff it’s your choice!!! (i love ur work btw)

Hello dear💖, thanks for the request.

Barbossa x femreader🍏💖

Constellation confessions 🌠💕

Summary: The captain teaches a young woman about the star constellations, but little did she know he was in love.

Warning: none

A/n: sorry if this is super short, I wanted to try a new style of writing. Let me know if it's good. Well enjoy! 💖.

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It was a tempting night, a quiet tempting night to be precise, one that made dreams come into reality. And that dream stood at the helm, heading in the wrong direction of where she really needed to go. Barbossa opened his quarters doors to correct the young miss—or rather a lesson in sailing.

“Yer headin’ in tha wrong direction missy” Captain Barbossa pointed out. “

“Fret not captain, I’ve studied the map” the young miss spoke with confidence.

“yer heading in tha direction o’ north, not east” He scoffed and firmly corrected her. “Steady on, 100 miles east”.

The girl turned her head toward him, confused. How could it not be North, perhaps the map didn’t give the correct coordinates or—someone wrote the wrong direction. The map was in English, and all the co-ordinates pointed toward the right direction. Was someone messing with her? Did someone place false directions to stall anyone who seeks the treasure? It wasn’t very clear, but y/n was certain she studied it all night. The coordinates: the use of longitude and latitude when reading a map, to know which direction to set the sails. Barbossa must’ve been thinking “just a typical landlubber”, and he wasn’t wrong. Y/n was the daughter of a merchant sailor, she hadn’t been no captain nor pirate. Just some doe eyed doll that wound up, washed up with a couple of buccaneers; one drunk and the other scary.

Y/n furrowed her brows to eye the old, saggy captain “wait? How do you know it’s not north”. 100 miles North, it must’ve been North, that’s where the co-ordinates led her—or at least she thought.

“It’s east, tha brightest star o’ tha east be Sirius not Carina” Barbossa smiled slightly with amusement. “Or did ye forget when ye ‘studied’ tha map?”.

Of course, the constellation, how stupid y/n felt. Everything on the map lead with the constellation, not like the young lass studied much of the stars anyways. Y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance “oh, right, the constellation” she muttered. The captain interrupted her annoyed tone of thought by pointing over the side of the railing at the helm.

“Avast child n’ look, Sirius” Barbossa pointed; his long, lanky finger pointing toward a star, brighter than the others. Y/n turned her head toward where the captain was pointing; ‘the star’ she thought. ‘It was beautiful’. Y/n’s eyes reflected the brightest star of the east, it was so captivating that she could only mutter out one word. “Sirius”.

The captain took over the wheel at the helm, he knew his constellations. Barbossa proudly smiled at his own correction, even if in his mind he thought the typical “landlubbers”. Y/n softly muttered while staring into the night sky “I suppose, I’m not as familiar with the stars as much as I thought”. Y/n thought to herself, was the captain some sort of astronomer? Did he study the Constellations through an astrologist of some sort? All these questions plagued y/n’s mind, she felt silly, but it did fascinate her.

“Pardon captain, but how is it, you know so much about the constellation” Y/n asked with a curious tone. The answer she received might’ve not been the one she was looking for but the thought behind the captains reason might’ve been enough.

“Did ye forget child” the captain smiled “A captain always knows which stars ta follow home”.

Y/n eyes glance up once more at the stars, thinking about the words the captain said.

“Is that so?” Y/n questioned. The words ran through her mind, over and over it was like a melody that kept playing. The girl turned and started to head inside the main quarters but not before softly muttering “a captain always knows”.

Barbossa’s smile soon turned into a frown as his eyes followed the woman leaving behind him. It hurt to say the least, it hurt to have feelings, especially when they were for someone else. Or rather—it hurt if they knew. The captain refused to say a word toward the lass, yes, indeed he would’ve once told her but, when you’re a pirate, let alone a captain. You have to hold your high end of the bargain, your work, your ego and reputation all came into play when leading a crew. He couldn’t place a finger on why he wouldn’t tell the young lass—perhaps it was his insecurity, everyone has them. It happened when he wouldn’t tell Carina who her father really was. What? did she wish to know her father was some bilge stealing buccaneer instead of an astronomer. Mabey it was a bad idea to have given her that book, the one from Galileo with the ruby to give her a new life. But instead, the book piqued her curiosity, so much so that she was dragged into one of the most dangerous adventures. Not that it mattered. What was most important was she returned safe back onto mainland and never find out the truth.

“Sirius huh?” a voice emerged behind Hector.

“Now personally, I would’ve used something a bit more flattering” the familial voice suddenly became recognisable.

“After all, she is a fine, fetching, young thing now isn’t she, however—” It was sparrow, of course, just great, just what Barbossa needed.

“Alas, the lass be not my type” Jack continued.

“Though I am curious” Jack placed a finger on his bottom chin, giving away that sly look he always had.

“Why would someone as hideous as you, want to be romantically intertwined with such a young thing like her” Jack had crossed the line.

Barbossa turned his whole body toward Jack Sparrow in anger “Would ye shut yer trap!”. He threatened “I swear sparrah, I’ll keelhaul yer off my ship”.

The captain annoyingly tried to reason with sparrow for his own stupid suspicions “Tha lass holds no room fer me in her ideal affections”.

“Fer er’ admirer be notin’ more than a swine!” the captain stormed off to other side of the railing; gripping the wooden rims like they were in his way.

Jack wondered over with his mouth frowning into a pout, curious as to ‘what he did wrong this time’. Sparrow kept quiet but watched over as the captain came out with his sudden outburst. Which to even Jack surprised him. Barbossa was one that was quite tough and confident, he was certainly a man that’s “my way or the highway”. However when it came to y/n, he wouldn’t dare say a word about anything about his softness for her. It was true, he held her in high regard and he wanted to be genuine with her however—he chose to keep his feelings a secret, well at the least until it was relevant. In his mind, he thought he wasn’t good enough for her. These feelings burrowed so much that he acted like he didn’t care nor want to give it much acknowledgement.

Jack heard the captain mutter “Yer ta not say anytin’ sparrah”. He continued “keep tha mouth o’ yers shut when she’s around or I’ll send yer ta Davy Jones’s locker”.

“Now how could you assume, that I would do such a thing” Jack smirked.

“After all mate, I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, you know you can trust me savvy” Jack pressed his hand over his chest.

“besides” he continued “A girl of her own age, probably won’t have much interest”.

Down below on the main deck near the main mast, y/n stared at the stars. They all glittered brightly as they reflected the water. As the girl looked up; she spotted the star the captain had pointed out earlier. Once more, she repeated.

“Sirius”.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

#pirates of the caribbean #potc #Barbossa x reader #hector barbossa #hector barbossa x reader #potc x reader #pirates of the caribbean x reader #captain barbossa #captain barbossa x reader #barbossa

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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Whattt I just read the Mr and Mrs Smith thing and I loved it it was so frkn good!! love the movie too . It made me think of Tony and Peppers dynamic so if you'll like an au could we get the girl Friday thing where Stevie is more of an idiot than usual, they are pretty smart as individuals but they both share one brain cell when they're together still she puts out all his fires I think it'll be nice to have someone do that for Steve as opposed to Steve always doing that for ppl.

CEO!Steve x assistant!reader (see series)

This got way longer than I intended, but it took everything in me to minimize this to a one-shot (well that f***ing escalated! It's a three-parter now). 😂 Warnings for zero editing and drinking. Non-powered, modern AU btw. This part is ~2.5k

Eighty-Third Time's the Charm (1 of 3 yeah, yeah, it's 4 + a 5pt follow up now, haha, joke's on me): WORK

Steve’s been the logistic coordinator for Stark Industries since Tony took over for Howard. Howard hired Steve to acquire and transport materials for his early projects, and Steve’s own business grew from there. He now handles most of the further distributors for Stark Tech across the globe, and you’re his secretary.

Assistant.

Right hand.

Ok, well, maybe both of Steve’s hands and his mouth because his brain is already doing ninety things at any given moment. He needs a lot of help, and that takes time. Unreasonably lengthy amounts of time that can (and do frequently) span more than the average working and waking day.

You’re happy to do it. You love the work. It’s a challenge in quantity, not quality, and most of the men (because it is almost entirely men) who you deal with are happy to do as they are told when you smile and make them feel heard.

Really, the only challenge is to smile that much in person and on video calls. You never thought you’d be so excited to handle something by email every now and again.

Trip #83 with Steve Rogers takes you both three days overnight to a big city not far from where you grew up. You even have a few school friends who live in town, and you’ve made very tentative plans to see an old high school flame if the schedule permits, which it just barely seems to as the clock inches past 6:37.

Those 7 o’clock drinks can’t pour themselves fast enough.

In your hotel room, you’ve just shed the professional pant suit for light, breezy dress (something both easy to wear and easy to pack) and are in the process of typing out a confirmation of the restaurant when the call waiting comes up.

Steve.

“Hey, where is the contract for Sauters’?”

“We confirmed it all with them before the flight here, boss. Why—“

“I want the language changed to reflect payment before they take possession. They’re delinquent again. I’m not gonna allow them to keep profiting off of our efficiency while they sit with a thumb up their butts.”

“Sir, it really would be more impactful if you just said asses. I don’t think your mum is going to hunt you down for that.”

“Absolutely not. Ok, room 1512, bring the copy and patch in legal.”

“Wait, boss, I—“

The boop boop boop lets you know you’ve been hung up on, and you’re about to pass the feeling on to cute Jimmy from fourth period senior english. Damn. You rewrite the text and send your apologies.

Steve’s all in a flourish, head run amuck with little things to change here and there in the 26-page agreement. It all takes another three and a half hours. He had room service delivered, has poured you both a splash of something from the mini bar, and finally, finally sits down and looks at you.

“What is that,” he blurts.

It takes a moment to figure out what he means.

“A dress, sir. I…I was…I’d made plans for drinks with a friend.”

“Here?”

“I grew up about an hour away, yeah.”

He swirls his drink around, not admitting—though it’s painfully clear—that he had no idea you weren’t from New York. He looks at his watch for the first time all day.

“Ah, I suppose apologies are in order for…” He waits for his bait to catch.

“Jim,” you slowly add. “Don’t worry. I let him know the instant you called. I’ve met you. I knew how this would go.”

How much of this scotch did you sip all at once? You don’t normally talk to Steve—Mr. Rogers— like that, but he seems good and chastised for a moment, draining his tumblr in one go and returning to the bar.

“Well, I can’t replace Jim—“ he spikes the name with sharp tone you’ve never heard before “—but I can offer you a drink here.” His gaze, once it finds yours after dragging up your legs, is expectant and intent. It’s the first time he’s ever waited for an answer from you that he didn’t already know before asking.

It’s also the first time you aren’t quite sure you understand what Steve is asking. Eighty-three trips in and countless hours with the man, and this is the least prepared you’ve ever felt.

“Already had mine, sir.” You set your empty glass down on the small table between you. “We have a long day tomorrow, or rather, I do, but I’ll be sure to inform you when the Sauters are settled.”

It’s just instinct to smooth the front of your dress when you stand, but the rake of Steve’s eyes forced down you by the move completely throws you.

“I’m sorry you wasted an outfit,” he adds, quietly, too low and deep to not sharply flame a heat that sparks out of nowhere in your gut.

“Right.” You gather up your things. “No great loss. It’ll keep. If that’ll be all, boss?”

When your eyes return across the room, Steve’s standing there with an empty little bottle still tilted over his glass. He’s just staring, lost in thought about god-knows-what.

“Get some sleep,” he mutters absently.

“Of course.”

You pour your own drink from your room’s mini bar and take a long bath. You’ve been up since 5am in order to get you and Mr. Rogers to the airport in time. That’s what you blame your runaway thoughts on. You do everything for that man. You know practically everything about that man. You know that he hasn’t gone on any sort of social date in at least seven months (a fact even his mother calls to remind you of), and you know that Tony takes him out to gentleman’s clubs and has women serve them at all their joint business dealings.

You have literally sat beside Pepper Potts and joked about this while watching Tony get a lap dance and Steve chat up a waitress. Why your mind still entertains those thoughts after all you know is beyond human understanding, and after a day like today, you can hardly categorize yourself as human.

You need the rest for sure.

You’re already back on the phone by breakfast time, consuming strong tea and a croissant bite-by-bite while the American Capsules’ legal discusses the changes with SauterCorp’s legal.

Line-by-fucking-line.

You knew this would happen. It’s why you told them to start early. Of course, the team members you are on the phone with are different ones from last night because those folks worked late and are off work to make up for the overtime. You’re breathing in the smell of your drink with closed eyes like it’ll mainline the caffeine up your sinuses to your brain.

When you open your eyes, Steve’s pulling out the chair in front of you, ordering his own breakfast and motioning for a fresh pot of tea. He says nothing while you work.

Plates of food arrive and Steve reads the paper, glancing up every so often when you write a note to yourself about a follow-up after the call. After a while, he pushes a plate of scrambled eggs towards you and flips over a fork for you to take. He doesn’t take no for an answer, but since the call is finally wrapping up, you oblige and wolf down a few bites before typing out an email of your notes.

Steve asks a few questions of his own while refreshing both cups of tea and not bothering to offer sugar for yours. You…weren’t aware he knew that about you.

Until the car comes in an hour to get you to your next meeting, there’s nothing on the agenda, but you fully expect Steve to cram in a breakdown of the afternoon. Instead, he sips tea and folds the paper round and round until he’s done with all his interesting bits. You get to people watch, pedestrians outside the floor to ceiling windows of the hotel’s café bustling past in both directions.

Your attention is brought back when the table is cleared off, but Steve is no longer focused on the paper or the people. He sits and watches you again.

You smile as politely as you can even though you feel pinned down in the stare. “We better get going,” you advise, packing your things away.

Steve does put down his cup but doesn’t move otherwise.

“It’s your color.” He squints just slightly at his own revelation, relaxing back into his chair. “The dress.”

You have to swallow and clear your throat at that. “Yes, I suppose it’s one of my favorite colors.”

“It suits you.”

There’s no irony. Steve simply looks at you, blinks, looks some more, and it’s like you accidentally sat down naked in the lobby. His blue eyes are just that piercing.

“Thank you,” you say out of habit more than understanding and hurry on with the day.

It pours down rain for most of the afternoon, drenching your shoes as you traipse back and forth to the car with Steve. You have an umbrella, but nothing stops the puddles invading.

“I can’t do this,” you finally snap on the way back to the hotel. You’re on the verge of tears. The sides of your leather heels have rubbed the back of one ankle and the top outside of the other foot raw, almost/possibly bloody. It takes effort to peel them off your skin, and you hiss in pain.

Steve sits across the backseat completely horrified.

“I know, I’m so sorry. I’ll put them back on—“

Steve puts a hand out to stop you.

“Driver,” he calls, “is there a first aid kit back here? No, no, we just need a few bandaids.” The reassurance cuts off panic from the front, and after the click of the glove compartment sounds, a small box is offered through the window. Steve thanks him.

“I can do it, sir. Please don—“

That stare pins you again, and there’s dead silence in the back while your boss rips open a few wipes, cleans the blistered skin, dabs antibiotic ointment on the broken parts, and smooths the coverings overtop. You can’t help but notice how tender his touch is, but he’s just being thoughtful. It doesn’t mean anything.

As Steve returns to his seat (after it feels like a struggle to break eye contact), he gets a call.

His friend Bucky Barnes is in town, too, on a quick layover before a transatlantic flight and long business trip. The two don’t get to talk as much as they’d like, and you know they don’t see each other very often either.

“Of course, we’ll do dinner, Buck. Name the place.”

We will do what now?

You start waving your hands and miming towards your feet.

Steve eyes you a second. “No, right, I will meet you there in—driver, how long is it to Chinatown from the hotel? Yeah, so about an hour from now? Excellent.”

You might have interpreted that wrong. He meant ‘we’ as in him and Bucky, no doubt. In case he didn’t though…

“Shall I call and make reservations for you two?”

“He’s handling it. Traveling with a few associates who know the area and the restaurant.”

“It’s a good one. You can dress down there.”

Steve offers a ghost of a smile as he looks down at his layers of clothing, pondering. He glances at your bandaged feet and looks like he’ll say something before shucking off his coat, and then his suit jacket, and then his vest.

Without a word, you hold out your arm to take the unnecessaries back upstairs.

“You don’t have to,” Steve all but whispers.

He’s never questioned using your service. Ever. He tosses the clothes onto the back-facing seats across the car and undoes the first two buttons beneath his tie. The car stops at the entrance just as he pulls the tie loose.

Shoes in one hand, briefcase slung over your shoulder, you sigh loudly and hold out your hand again very close to his face.

Steve drapes the tie across your palm.

“Have a good dinner, sir.”

You collect the rest and walk in barefoot. You don’t look back.

Next Part Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi

Again, full disclosure: I have never seen the movie His Girl Friday. Just going off a synopsis and running away with it, but now that I've PLOTIFIED the whole damn thing, you're getting three cute-ass chapters *and you'll like it* bwahahahahaha

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so-secret-it-was-daisy · 10 months

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Hi, Kaylors

English is not my first language so pls be patient reading this

As much as I don't like talking about their private family life (bringing up their kids in conversations) that being said something caught my attention a while back with the whole speak now tv release/birth announcement/Taylor’s random game night out with friends and ever since I wanted to look more into it..

Here's what I found:: it all started with this⬇️

Something About the 13 days piqued my interest other than it's her birthday knowing it's symbolism and what it represents for Taylor..

There is something about the ill timing of those online pictures of her at a party out of nowhere which was strange considering she hasn't had public outings/hanging out with famous friends in forever ( RIP to the good old days of squad girl) on the same day that J.k posted it on Instagram letting the world know of the baby's arrival.. Him doing it both times with a little caption jk (pun intended)

Which reminded me of this by @chickawah23 I have seen a while back and how it clicked

it's all about the fvkin TIMING

I know it's reaching but life's a puzzle and I wanna play ▶️

Something tells me he was born days prior way before the announcement was made and that's how I clocked it down to the 7th to the exact date in her Tiktok caption<><><>

24th June=(13 days)=7th July

In btw those 13 days leading up to the birth from the speak now tv release and J.K posting it on the 13th July (13th for the second time) it's too good to be a koincidence and doing it in the exact same way it was done the first time ⤵️

Which is very strange considering the birth announcement of the first baby took place with Taylor having a public appearance at the grammys set to perform (when the news broke out online overnight) which seems to be a repeated pattern with the second baby's birth announcement taking place too with her coming out of her hiding to be seen because Taylor is out there when she wants to be seen either she is doing public engagements/media stuff otherwise she prefers hiding in plain sight..

Living a lifestyle she can afford using a private jet to go under the radar.. which is why they have managed not to be seen in public to this day whether on holidays or staying in the same place at the same time (looking at u <Paris>)

For me::

it's getting crazy Keeping up with rich people who are protecting what they love and in the name of karlie kloss it's all forgiven who is indeed made out of thousands of sunshine✨️ 💛

Food for thought::

What's the big deal can't they wait the next day to do the birth announcement?? why not wait for her to come back home or are they doing it to set up a narrative that she was out and about doing whatever God knows both times their supposed kids were born?? and why are they doing what I think they're doin 🤔

#invisiblestrings

#taylor swift and karlie kloss #gaylor swift #midnight thoughts #late stage kaylor

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elmo-has-a-trex-anda-gofish-card · 1 year

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ok, spoilers of spiderman across de spider-verse ahead.

btw, english is not my first language, beware of the spelling or smth :v

my friend ( @casualghostgooppsychic ) and i have been theorising and we have been identifying and connecting things in this film.

we know that the spider that bite miles 1610 was suposed to bite miles from earth 42 (as we see in this image)

brought by the spot/the werid corporation thingy from kingpin. and we know that, by doing this, miles 1610 exchanged destiny with miles 42 whom was suposed to be spiderman and instead turned out to be the prowler. I've read a post (from @ghost-in-the-corner) where shesaid we can see in this image where miles 1610 destiny was set when he met peter 1610 or he exchanged (kind of) the role with that peter

Also, we can see that in the explanation given by the spot, that they got the spider to travel dimensions via that portal thingy and that they probaby got more bc we can see in this image

that he's got in this kind of office (still don't know if its his or not) a lot of spiders that hes got on boxes, some with some without spiders. We could reckon that they got more than one radioactive spider [we counted 14 boxes and 5 spiders visible and a shadow more or less :)] out of their "canon" universe, preventing possible people from becoming spider-people and we can also suspect that he could have released more than one spider into other dimensions making more that one spider-people each or in dimensions where spider-people arn't supposed to exist (like we've seen with the avengers in no way home, where Maguire and Garfield spidermans don't have any avengers in their dimensions/universes)

Furthermore, in an interview with Hailee Steinfeld (voice of Gwen) she said that we could find a trans flag with "protect trans kids" in Gwen's room and a BLM pin in Miles bag.

We also suspect that with the trans flag they may have implied something about Gwen gender or Peters (from Gwens universe bc of their friendship),. But then, in the scene at the end where she talks with her father and her hair changes colours, they made the bigender flag (idk if it's the official or the old one, but that's what google showed me when i searched for the color scheme)

And, i mean, i can perfectly say that i can see miles 1610 say "don't watch the mouth, watch the hands" before scaping miles and aaron 42.

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whiterosechrista · 27 days

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Introduction

So. I'm realizing (with the vent time post kerfuffle) that it'd probably be a good idea for me to give people a basic understanding of who I am and where I come from, so that they can reference it if any of my posts come off odd/offensive/etc. out of context.

Basic Facts

I'm 24 years old, Caucasian, American, biologically female, comfortable with she/her and they/them pronouns. I'm an introvert who doesn't get out often, but I'm not some basement-dwelling Neckbeard-equivalent. I have a strong sense of empathy, which leads me to want to play mediator often (though thankfully I'm aware of my limits and don't act on every want). My likes include anime, storytelling, art, history, SCP, Kpop, science, outer space, and mac n' cheese (among other things). My dislikes include racism, ablism, homophobia, transphobia, and basically anything else involving unreasonable hate.

History

I grew up as effectively a single child, moving back and forth between houses because my parents were already separated, though not officially divorced. They both loved me, and tried their best to raise me well, but (for reasons I'll touch on later) I definitely bonded more with my mom than my dad. There was one house that at least one of them always lived in consistently, so I think of it as my childhood home.

I was a fairly happy child, I think, though there were some issues with bullying that I can't remember clearly anymore, and it did affect me, though maybe not as much as the school itself; I used to love to draw/paint, and I stopped after I got into school because art class convinced me I wasn't doing it "right."

The teachers (some, at least) didn't like that I learned differently than other kids (e.g. making connections between concepts in Math and English at age ~8), and so made me take one of those "morality tests"; multiple-choice questionnaires about moral decisions like returning a lost wallet (which, btw, I left blank because they hadn't given me enough info about the situation; they decided that meant there was something wrong with me).

(Ironically, this was a Montessori school, which are supposed to be less rigid about teaching styles than standard schools.)

So I transferred to a different Montessori school at age ~10, which had a system where kids would sign their name on their class sheet when they came in, and didn't like that I stopped to say hi to kids in other classes first (for reference, my class was on the second floor, the other kids' were on the ground floor).

Thus, for either this or some other reason, they recommended I go to therapy. My mom, thinking "well, she might have reason to need it", agreed. I spent a while there before the therapist said "this is the most well-adjusted child I've ever seen, please leave so I can tend to people who actually need me."

After about a year of this school, Mom asked if I'd like to try homeschooling, and that's what I've been doing ever since (though technically what we did was unschooling, which is a bit different).

It was after I started homeschooling that I started writing, got really into anime to the point of learning Japanese by watching it, and made my best friends to date.

I've done things like ballet, gymnastics, parkour, circus arts, piano, roller derby, and sang/played at Girls' Rock Camp/Club Boston (though I think the name's changed to be more gender-inclusive). I don't do much of this stuff anymore, though I might get back into it at some point.

Pre-Covid, I was taking drawing classes and Japanese classes (mostly for reading it, since anime didn't teach me that), and back in 2022, I got officially certified to teach English as a second language (though I've yet to find a job, unfortunately).

I'm currently living in an apartment with my mom, sitting around with a sprained back, hoping that it'll heal in time for my best friend to take me on a Duck Boat tour in Boston on June 2nd, and blogging for the first time in my life.

I hope this has helped. It feels like an info-dump, but apparently I can't make anything concise, so here we are.

Feel free to ask/comment/dm me for more details about anything (or just to chat). I might not be comfortable with sharing some things, but most things I should be fine with. Just be respectful about it and we should be good. :)

Edit; just realized I didn't touch on why I bonded more with my mom than my dad. The short version is that mom is open-minded, gentle (though she can definitely be stern), and always asks what I want before doing something, and my dad sort of doesn't always "get it." For instance; the moment I turned 16, he started badgering me about getting my driver's license, even though I barely went anywhere that wasn't in walking distance and anywhere I didn't could be accessed by either public transport or someone else driving me. He also wanted me to do SAT prep and similar things, got stuck in the "Alternative Medicine" rabbithole and somehow still manages to be surprised that my mom won't make me try it without my consent (for reference, this was after I sprained my back; it's not the first time he's wanted me to try Alt Meds and definitely not the first time my mom's refused). So, yeah. He's not a bad guy, and he definitely tries, he's just a bit too stuck in his own world sometimes.

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plscallmeeren · 6 months

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C I T I Z E N S O F W E S T V I E W P T 2

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Request: yep

Summary: part 2 lol (btw I added some things to the request hope you don't mind)

Warnings: absolutely none

Word Count: 1.6K+

Wanda peered through the heavy oak door leading to your apartment, gaze flicking tiredly from one unusual carpet to another Eastern lamp. And yet, as she observed every object and decoration in the place, she realised there really wasn't that much around - less, at least, than in an average home.

"You don't have very much," she said simply, the Sokovian accent she harboured thickening as an urge for sleep faded the edges of her vision. Any energy she usually held for advanced English had already laid down beside her end of the conversation.

"It's all good quality. You'll never believe where I got this light," you replied proudly, gesturing at an orange paper hanging lamp.

"I suppose I wouldn't," she murmured, running smooth hands over the even smoother wood of an old armchair.

Her sight lingered on a rack to her left, standing out with shining blades against the cream of the wall. The longest in the stack of three emanated the unmistakeable atmosphere of magic.

"It's overwhelming, isn't it?" you said softly, sensing her thoughts. "Look, we'll talk more in the morning, I promise, but you're obviously exhausted and I can't say I'm feeling too chirpy myself. It's late. Get some rest first. We'll worry about magic swords in the morning. I promise."

Wanda hesitated, glancing at the sharpened and likely deadly weapons on your wall, but was overcome with a wave of drowsiness so strong she wondered if maybe you were toying with her mind. If so, you had done a mighty good job; making her feel safe, luring her into your home, into vulnerability. But she doubted it - and even if she was wrong, she was sure she could take you.

Then the stroke of genius occurred to her - why not just read your mind? It might tickle, but otherwise people didn't tend to notice if she didn't want them to.

She attempted, slithering past some initial mental barriers every brain requires for sanity's sake, diving deeper-

"I'd be impressed if you could see anything against my will," your voice filled her head, and although your back was turned, she could feel the grin on your face. "You're welcome to try."

"And you think you could get past me?" she challenged, vanity seeping through her as a last resort.

"Yes."

"Try."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Try your hardest."

A flash of images and pasts and thoughts and nightmares flashed beneath Wanda's lids, an array of concepts that made up Plato's idea of her. She had had no idea how powerful the feeling was if a mind-reader allowed their victim to see what they were doing. Nevertheless, although proving how old and deeper knowledge you could dig up, she noticed how it was never anything vulnerable, anything that could hurt. She still couldn't stop you.

You were avoiding them for her sake, even though she had provoked you.

You stopped. You had made your point and that was enough. She stared, but didn't say anything. You had half-expected the unjustified upset and anger of doing what she had said you should, but it never came. She seemed lost for words.

"That was incredible," she projected the thought into your mind, making you smile.

"Come on, I have a spare room."

You led her around the corner of the kitchen and up some stairs, holding the painted door open chivalrously. She curtsied in good humour, passing through.

You handed her a towel silently, refusing her help in making the bed, letting her watch from the desk chair instead. When she thought you weren't looking, you noticed - or maybe you sensed - how much she appreciated someone doing something as simple as making a bed for her.

"Good night," you murmured once she returned from washing up, already folded up underneath the copious covers. You would have offered her clothes, but her breathing had already evened.

It would have been so easy to intrude just a little, just enough to see why she was feeling so unwell. She would never know. But you didn't ever seriously consider it. You couldn't imagine the guilt of breaching her privacy that way.

You closed the door behind you, leaving the small reddened lamp on in case she didn't like the dark.

•••

Wanda awoke with a start.

She had slept peacefully until the nightmares had crept in along the edges, stains of blood and madness dismissing her simple dreams of life as she knew it or other cleansing of the mind. She forgot it all the moment her eyes opened, only Vision's mangled body still imprinted on the inside of her lids when she attempted rest.

She sat up. At the edge of the bed, two folded piles of clothes awaited her. One of them consisted of a red shirt and blue pants (she ignored her thoughts when they wondered which woman you had them from) and the other of a comfy flannelette shirt, sweatpants and woollen socks. She opted for the second.

A part of her was disturbed by the concept of someone being in the room while she was asleep and her not noticing, but still that nonsensical trust and arrogance overruled all else.

The scent of coffee invaded her senses as she grew more aware of her surroundings. It smelled delicious and perfect in that moment.

She wandered downstairs tentatively, stepping lightly in some childish attempt to sneak up on you.

By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was sure she had the element of surprise under control.

"Morning, darling," you greeted smugly, smirking as you briskly turned around, presenting her with a cup of coffee. "Sugar? Milk?"

"Oh, yes, um, both," she muttered, feeling slightly insulted at how she had been noticed.

You nodded, placing the cup on the counter and pulling out all she required. You stepped back so that she could add as much as she wanted herself.

Wanda looked you once up and down, taking note of your black shirt and black sweatpants, the way the melted together at every languid motion you made. You looked like you were dancing as you crossed the kitchen, back and forth, mixing together the batter for pancakes.

"Pancakes? How did you know-" She interrupted herself upon realisation. "You remembered what you saw last night, didn't you? Me eating with my family?" She thought she might cry at the memory of them all, but other than the salty taste of saliva it just felt like a problem of the past.

She couldn't believe how good she felt all things considered. Neither could you.

"Wait- Did you read my mind again before? Is that how you knew I was there?"

"No, love. I don't need telepathy to sense your presence," you humoured, winking at her playfully. She scoffed, but the smile on her face was undeniable.

"And... here," you said after a few minutes of comfortable silence, throwing the last pancake onto the plate and flicking the stove off. "Let's sit down, shall we?"

Wanda nodded, taking a seat across from you and snatching two pancakes at once. She could think of at least a hundred questions to ask you, but none of them felt like good opening lines.

Finally, she decided. "Are the decorations Japanese? They look sort of... well, not Western. And you. You look... I'm not sure how you look, but judging by your home, I'm wondering whether you're Japanese also?"

"Yeah. My mother's Japanese, and she raised me, so I'm more used to eastern places and behaviour. By the way, you don't have to hide your accent. I love hearing it."

You had picked up on how her accent had lessened by a mile that morning, feeling a little sad to see it go. She smiled.

"Okay." You could immediately hear the difference.

"Thanks. Anyway, yeah, it's a bit hard implementing paper walls, but otherwise..." She giggled, surprising both of you.

"Do you speak Japanese?"

"Yeah. Kesa wa kireidesu ne / 今朝は綺麗ですね." (You look beautiful this morning.)

"And what does that mean?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly.

"あなたには決して分からないかもしれません," you replied smoothly, taking a bite off your pancake. (You may never know.)

"Звучи лепо, згодно, али волео бих да знам шта говориш," she countered in her own Native tongue, sipping at her coffee, grinning. You looked back at her, impressed. (It sounds nice, handsome one, but I'd love to know what you're saying.)

"それはあなたから魔法のように聞こえます。" (That sounds magical coming from you.)

You both smirked, tucking into your breakfast instead of talking for a moment, occasionally making a comment on the food in your own languages. You both loved the sound of the other talking, no matter what they were saying.

Eventually, you decided on successful communication, and in English, Wanda asked at least half the questions she wanted answers to. You replied to every one. Neither of you held back in your accents and only at three in the afternoon did you realise how long ago you had finished eating.

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So much fluff

Fun fact I've actually learned a bit of Japanese over the years and about one and a half of those sentences was my own....... I know, I know, I'm incredible, right? Anyways looking at foreign typography always makes me happy tbh

I'm snowed into my friends' house and can't keep reading my exciting book at home how's your day? It's kinda a vibe tho I've never been snowed in before

Have a great day lovelies

#fanfic #fanfiction #new chapter #romance #marvel #mcu fanfiction #wanda x y/n #wanda fanfic #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wanda x reader #x male reader #male reader

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