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lovely-necromancy · 3 years ago

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A Cure for Insomnia CH.5

A scream shocks you out of your fuzzy thoughts. You look around and notice Connor sitting alert and looking like he wants to run down the hallway this very instant.

“Connor?” the head snaps to you immediately and before you can even question his presence in your home he jumps up and barks then walks in circles near the door.

Great a dog who has no sense of horror movie tropes. Since the scream did come from inside your house you should go find the person who made it and see what's wrong. Also maybe get clarification on why they're in your home. You aren't dead and are still in the same clothes so you figure you're alright around them. You follow Connor to where Toby is, in your kitchen staring out the window standing at a very odd angle. Like he caught himself before he fell backwards but hadn't bothered to get up.

“What's up....oh.” is all you can say as you see Chonk's head whip towards you and Connor before he books it for the tree line. Damn that fat raccoon can run fast, good to know if he ever wants to chase you down in the future. Which he might if you don't leave his slice of pizza out today.

“'oh' 'oh', that's all yo-you've got to say about a giant fuck-ing ra-mrrow- raccoon!?!” maybe thinking this guy was composed and unphased was a misconception, if seeing Chonk has put his world views in question.

“I mean he probably just eats a lot of pizza.” to put it simply you never gave much thought to the fat little trash thief, he was just fat and he existed. Visiting your home for the slice he deemed his every other week. Probably had other homes in Kepler he terrorized for the same reasons. God knows Leo would never put up with a raccoon trashing his store for his pizza. Or even his home for that matter.

“He's nearly half the size of Connor!” looking down towards Connor you tilt your head.

“Are we talking about with his legs or just his torso?” you could maybe see the size comparison with the dog's body but with his height it was a different matter all together.

Toby rolls his eyes before going and sitting down at the small breakfast table where he seemed to have found your fidget cube and had been well fidgeting with it. You take the seat opposite of him, it's weird having a guest over especially when you didn't invite them in. Well now that removes the chances of him being a vampire you suppose.

Perfect not a kidnapper, nor a vampire, and he's helped you out twice now. The two of you might well be on your way to becoming best friends. That is if he could get past this episode of yours.

“I still don't know what happened last night, but I'm done with the freak out.” you say as you idly pet Connor.

“...What?” he's squinting at you trying to get a read on how anyone bounces back from something like that so calmly in a matter of hours. Especially when he'd been checking up on you and Connor only to see you still staring off into space.

“Oh, uh... I have Autism. Isn't good for much but helps me rationalize events quicker and move past emotional and mental breakdowns pretty quick too.”

“Is that an Autism thing?” you shrug at his question as he jerks his shoulders forwards a few times.

“Probably more of a me thing, but I've read the trait tends to be more common in those of us who are neurodivergent.”

You hear a murmur of telling someone later later. Filing that away to take note of another day you stare at Toby who in turn stares back. This goes on for a bit, you couldn't even classify it as a staring contest since you are both still blinking occasionally. You aren't really sure if you should say 'thank you' first and then ask the man what he's doing in your home or wait for him to break the silence. But as you stare at Toby, into his eyes, you get the feeling this man is more of a zombie than anything else. The type to drag along and go at a snails pace rather than get into the messy bits in one go...ironic choice for comparison.

“Thank you for driving me home...but why are you still here?” you hear a huff of laughter?

“You weren't really in a position...” knuckles pop “to be left alone. What if you got back into your car again?” his eyes cut and there's a bit of bite to his words...it wasn't directed towards you, you can feel that much.

“Fair enough.” you glance at the stove and see the clock shine a little before six. “Would you like some breakfast” his neck snaps to the left triggering your own to snap as well, “or a ride home?” you finish asking.

“Can you make something for Connor too? Don't trust you behind the wheel yet.”

“Oh sure! What does he normally eat?” Perking up at the thought of the dog being off duty, that means actual pets!

“He-mrrow- normally gets oatmeal with some fruit or veg and anything raw I can find.” He finishes with a whistle for Connor's attention, and then a pointed finger flipping down in front of him. The dog trots over and sits down, while Toby takes off the vest you look through your cupboards to find the rolled oats you'd gotten as incentive to eat in the mornings before realizing you only liked them on certain days.

“So what does Tobias normally eat?” you call out as you look for some honey you know you threw in the cupboards.

“Anything really. I don't do slimy textures or anything watery.”

“Watery? Like soups?” Found a can of pumpkin, it's still in date too, perfect.

“Watery like...when you put too much water in oatmeal.” He nods when you silently show him the can of pumpkin asking if that'd be fine for his boy, who is sitting down drooling from his smiling face as Toby tussles his ears.

“Ahhh, thin watery got it.” You hear movement and a few grunts from Toby as you assume he tics, trying to ignore them so they won't trigger your own you look through the fridge. You suddenly take a deep breath, while looking for a meat in your fridge, and let out a shrill trill. Kinda sounds like a Togepi's cry from the cartoon. Shaking your head your eyes catch the eggs and turkey sausages you have.

“Will turkey sausage and eggs work for you two?”

“Never had turkey sausage but it should be fine.” he's leaning forward resting his head in his arms on the table as Connor lays by his bouncing feet.

You set the eye to medium heat and put the sausages on first, leaving three out for Connor. He is a big dog after all. You turned your focus on preparing Connor's oatmeal while the sausages cooked. It was kinda nice having company over even though the circumstances weren't the best. Your neck jerks to the side three times before pulling back. There's more on the way your neck didn't crack and your body doesn't let up until it does.

“So what disorder do you have?” You turn to give Toby a confused look you hope he can read through your mask.

“...I have a few..you want the list?”

“No, the tics. Lower level Tourettes or what?”

“Oh, they stem from my” head jerking twice to the side before cracking “there we go.” “Sorry, they stem from my Autism, at least that's the best I can gather without seeing a specialist. Virginia doctors suck big time.”

“Tell me about it.” that perks you right up, you knew you caught a transatlantic accent, it's pretty much the lack of an accent that gives Virginians away so easily. You already have two guesses on where Toby came from.

“I knew it, you're from Halifax aren't you?!” Since you've turned around to face him you see the exact moment his face drops. Eyes shocked wide open.

“How...did”

“Oh it's easy once you know what to listen for, in fact it was the total lack of any distinguishing accent or use of slang that gave you a way. A lot of people don't notice what they take from their communities linguistically speaking. And for us Virginians it's what we don't take. It's such a bland neutral midpoint it's why it had been so coveted during the radio era and while we might've lost the in-fluctuations as time went by, no longer needing them for our voices to be heard over various frequencies....am I talking too much you can tell me to shut up, really you won't hurt my feelings.” you give Toby a minute to process everything you've just said.

“Special interest?”

“mmm, more a...an interesting factoid.” you hope he registers your smile, hell you hope he doesn't think you're weird. You know how much you can be sometimes, especially when you info dump or overshare information. He manages to nod along with you before finding his voice again.

“Lemme guess NOVA?”

“Pfft, seriously.” you really need him to at least register the disgust on your face if he hasn't been able to read you before, “Listen the Beach isn't much better but I'd probably off myself if I was from NOVA.”

“A public service really.”

You both stare at each other before breaking into a fit of laughter. It's nothing huge but it does seem to put Toby more at ease you noticed. In the time it took you to make breakfast for all three of you you've found out a little bit more about Toby.

He's uncomfortable talking about his hometown, at least you assume, so instead he mentions that he recently came to town with his friends, Brian and Tim. Talks mostly about Connor and you learn he's to help alert Toby of his Tourettes when driving and he can even detect seizures with Brian. That's amazing, service dogs have sure come a long way! And you love hearing what a silly puppy Connor is off duty, it makes you smile. Toby in turn asks about you, and you are such a well of stories. You tell him about your family back on the coast, about your recent move to Kepler, give him a little info on Kepler to help him adjust to his stay, and even get on the topic of your extensive work with animals.

“Sounds like you were working towards being a trainer, why didn't you?”

Making a sound that sort of sounds like a jumbled 'I dunno', “Sort of don't like people that much. Dogs are fine, less complex and less likely to complain when you do something in a different way. But a trainer doesn't train the dog, they train the people.” You're placing Connor's food in front of him as he sits patiently.

It's quiet for a moment as you place a plate in front of Toby and set yours down as well. Not tense just quiet, it's very calming really. Until Toby ruins it.

“Thanks Connor.”

Like he's a voice actor who is over exaggerating the sound effects of a dog munching away at their bowl. Connor inhales harshly before diving head first into the bowl. The dog is ferociously tearing into his breakfast and you can't help the laughter that spills from you at his enthusiasm. Hands coming up near your face and shaking as you shift from foot to foot. It's a happy stim, cute dogs are of course a trigger, someone can complain later you're happy to see a happy excited pup any day.

Taking your seat and turning your attention to your food, you see Toby hasn't touched his own. He's staring at the plate with a furrowed brow, he glances up to you as you remove your mask. You feel a bit vulnerable to be honest.

“Oh is something wrong? Do you want something else?” He's a guest who's helped you twice now the least you can do is make sure he leaves your home full.

It takes a moment but he gathers his thoughts to explain, “I have a scar...it's pretty bad.” he looks away from you.

You tilt your head not quiet understanding what he means, “Cool story, do you want me to look away?”

He stalls at this, you just keep throwing him for a loop since you met the other day. While he thinks on it you scoop some of your eggs on your spoon and into your mouth. Perfect texture and prefect flavor, today will be good.

Toby seems to have made his decision and without any show he takes his mask off to begin eating. You can see the scar he was talking about, and while the currently red and bleeding'?!' scar on the left corner of his mouth was bad it wasn't much compared to the gaping hole further up that side on his cheek. You can clearly see the even whiter, how this boy is so pale is beyond you, skin around the edges suggesting the wound was older and had started to heal at some point. But you could see most of the teeth on the left side of his mouth. You've never seen these teeth while they were still in the head. A skull or 3D model yea. But never a living breathing person's head. It's fascinating really, you hadn't even noticed that you finished your breakfast as you watched him eat, you were so enthralled.

“You know your lip's bleeding right?” eyes never leaving the boy's teeth as you see them grind down the eggs into the tiniest particles. Neat!

“Rwhatf?” the way he can talk with his mouth full without spilling it from the hole is fucking magic and you won't hear another word on it.

He takes a drink of water, again it doesn't spill. Then you notice the slight tilt of his head...oh he's had practice doing this. Impressive honestly.

“That's what you choose to comment on?” his eyes narrow at you're still gawking form.

“I'm sorry I've just never seen those type of teeth still in head, normally muscle and...and skin cover them. So this is really cool to see them in action!” gosh you're so damn weird. By his stupefied expression Toby seems to think so too.

“Plus the wound looks healed but the lips look fresh,” you get up and grab a few paper towels bringing them over to offer to Toby, “Not to mention it's bleeding and you haven't once wiped it.”

He doesn't reply as he takes the napkins from you and dabs at his scarred lip, looking back and seeing blood just as you said. He was right when he thought he'd been biting himself a few hours ago. He'd totally forgotten to check after getting you home.

“Well I don't feel it so I didn't know actually.” he just resumes eating as if this conversation didn't happen.

“Didn't, didn't, didn't” you get stuck in a loop for a bit before breaking out “you didn't feel it? What do you have congenital insensitivity to pain?” you ask incredulously.

“I haven't heard it called that since I got diagnosed.” still eating he looks at you through his long eyelashes.

This dude could not be a real person. You had to have been imagining your dream friend. Everything you learned about Toby was more interesting than the last...at least for you it was.

“Medical history podcasts are interesting.” you shrug, “should I get the first aid kit?” at his shrug you get up and go to your bathroom to retrieve the kit.

Coming back into the kitchen you catch Toby lowering your plates for Connor to lick clean. You don't see a problem with it but you will wash everything twice since the pup has slobbered on nearly everything anyway. When you don't say anything he lets Connor continue before placing the dishes in your sink.

“Such a big help” you say patting Connor's head as you pass him, “Yea I really am” Toby says as he sits back down. Propping his arm up on the table to rest his head on his knuckles, it was such a fluid and casual motion. As if he's sat at this table everyday of his life, like this was his home and you were his guest. Tied in with how comfy he is man spreading at your kitchen table you'd say he made himself at home just fine.

You smile and scoot your chair next to him first aid kit in between you on the table. Toby looks between you and the kit before leaning in closer for you to work. Grabbing the antiseptic cleaning towels you go to wipe Toby's lip when he flinches away. Probably faking to see your reaction.

“Oh, fuck off you have CIPA.” you laugh grabbing his chin to keep him in place. He rolls his eyes “And you're weird.” The vibrations feel weird against your fingers.

“I know.” you continue cleaning the small bite mark? Well he does have CIPA he wouldn't be able to feel the pain if he was gnawing at his lips. Would he be able to taste the metallic tang of his blood or were taste buds effected by the disorder too? You might need to do another deep dive on this, it just became relevant. Maybe an anxious tic, judging from the larger wound it could be possible. Wearing a mask must help to hide it but not not to stop it getting worse if no one can call you out on it.

“That wasn't an insult...” he says making you look up into his eyes as you dry the wound, “I know.” You smile down at him, knowing this time he can see it on your maskless face.

When you finished cleaning his wounded lips, you drove Toby and Connor back to their home. Which turned out to be the RV at the forgotten entrance of the forest. Toby had been a little wary you knew where he was talking about but seemed to shake it off just as quick when you mentioned hiking a lot and using that entrance because it was the closest to you.

He had put Connor's vest back on and hopped in the back with him. You noticed from the review that Connor's full attention was on you.

“This set up let's him focus on the driver, so he'll tell us if something will impede your driving.” Well that explains Brian's position the first time you four met.

Nodding you sync you phone with the car's bluetooth and pass it to Toby with spotify open.

“Rules of the road, passenger picks music.” you say simply when he questioned it.

He quickly clicked your last playlist. Probably either too lazy to find something or trying to get a better read on you. Music says a lot about a person even if not everyone thinks that way. And unfortunately for you this playlist screams mental illness and a need for therapy. But you have folk punk. So who needs therapy when you can just scream cry these lyrics.

Toby doesn't comment on it, either just totally apathetic or maybe he likes it. He's a bit of an enigma, he's open and honest for the most part but saves his opinions unless directly asked.

Even after making it to the RV without incident Toby tries to distract you for a bit and tempt you out of the car with the possibility of playing with Connor. As fun as the idea sounds and as much as you don't want to be rude, you're very tired and drained. Probably more from “hanging out” with Toby this morning than your actual episode last night. Plus you understand Toby's just trying to be nice and maybe ensure your safety.

“Could I maybe rain-check? I'm actually really tired.” you say with your most polite smile, though he can't see it through the mask you know he sees the crinkle of your eyes.

“Sure, just get home safe.” you feel that's less about you, but you aren't sure what the hanging subject is. So cryptic.

“Yup,” you chirp, “See you later Tobias!” as you start to back out back onto the road you hear Toby say “ Later YN.”

Driving off you can't keep the smile off of your face. Toby's a nice guy, you hope you get to spend more time with him. And this time the thought isn't centered around also hanging out with Connor. Just about enjoying Toby's company.

Getting home and locking your door you strip your jeans and flannel, leaving you only in your muscle tee, and curl up in your unkempt sheets. You'll do laundry later, right now was time for a little nap.

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helplessly-nonstop · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Cutie (A.I. imagine)

As a celebration for finishing my finals, I decided to finish my Ashton quarantine fic! Thank you so much @wrestlingfae for enabling in writing this piece! She’s a true all-star! Anyway! Let’s get into it! Ashton and OFC reader are roommates. Reader has a cough from their allergies so Ash quarantines them to their room.

WC: 4659

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff, kisses, that’s really all

Ashton was always a good roommate, I truly couldn’t ask for anyone better. But being in quarantine brought out the affectionate side of him. At first, I thought nothing of it. It started when I had coughed out on the patio, due to the smoke that had blown in with wind. The glass door slid open and Ash raised an eyebrow at me, asking, “Is everything okay? Heard you cough.”

I laughed quietly and gestured towards the neighbor’s firepit, chiming, “They’re having a bonfire, just got some smoke in my face.” He nodded in understanding then stretched out his water bottle to me as he offered, “You want a drink to wash the smoke away?” Thinking nothing of it, I took a sip and passed it back, watching as the smoke rose into the sky, forming clouds that complimented the midnight sky.

Ashton waved me inside and I leaned into him, muttering, “I’m so tired. How much longer do you think we’re going to be quarantined?” He shrugged then tugged me onto the couch, curling underneath a blanket before he turned on Netflix, replying, “I dunno, hoping not long. Whatcha wanting to watch tonight?” I curled into his side and muttered, “Hell, you pick. I really don’t care.”

One of the perks of being in quarantine was that Ashton was home much more. The only time he really left the house as of right now was to get groceries. But since he was the one bringing home groceries, I was often the one in charge of putting the food away. One day I decided to bake but unfortunately, I couldn’t find sugar.

“Yo, Ash, do we have any more sugar?” I called out, rifling through the cupboards in search of sugar to mix into my coffee. When I didn’t receive an answer, I grumbled and walked into his room, pausing when I noticed that he was on a Zoom call with the boys. I snuck behind him and formed bunny ears with my fingers, moving them. Calum grinned as he realized that Ash wasn’t alone then Luke and Michael took notice of my presence. My roommate glanced up at his own square and pursed his lips as he turned to me.

“Need something, sweetheart?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as I dropped my bunny ears. I waved to the boys then answered, “Sugar. Do we have anymore or are we out?” He paused at the question and I let him mull over the question before he replied, “Cupboard beside the fridge behind the brown sugar, there should be a small bag of sugar cubes. I’ll put it on the list.” I nodded in understanding then kissed his cheek, saying, “You’re the best. See you guys later!”

I grinned when I realized that his cheeks were now pink then left the room, delighted that I managed to draw a blush from my cool headed roommate before I returned to the kitchen, prepared to make cookies. By the time Ashton had ended his call, I was nearly finished with banking, content with the size and taste of my delicious creations.

“Looks good. Mind if I have one?” he asked, gesturing down to the counter covered with cookies. I waved an inviting hand towards the baked goods and answered, “Be my guest, I’m not going to eat them all.” He grabbed and grabbed two cookies off the wax paper before gifting me with a kiss on the cheek. I ducked my head as I felt my face flush then pulled the last batch of cookies from the oven, placing them on the last bit of space on the counter.

“Mm, these are amazing. I can’t believe how good you are at making cookies.” he praised as he finished his first cookie. I smiled at him then replied, “All you do is follow a recipe, Ash, it isn’t hard.” He ruffled my hair then chimed, “Eh, Who needs to follow recipes when you can make them for us?”

Having such a good roommate, I was sure that I wouldn’t go stir crazy with him. But that was before the pollen came in. My allergies began to flare with the spring season and this year decided to gift me with an awful cough. The first few times, my roommate just glanced over at me with concern in his eyes but let it slide nonetheless. As my coughing became more violent, however, he decided to draw the line. In fact, the line rested at the doorway of my room.

Ashton had shoved me inside my room with a bag of snacks then slammed the door behind me, locking it. In the moment, I remembered that I never switched my door handle to have the lock on the inside of the door then I pounded at the door and snapped, “Ashton Irwin, what the hell do you think you’re doing?! I told you, it’s just a cough, I have allergies!”

“Sorry, kid, I can’t risk it! Just lay down, relax for a couple days, doctors recommend fourteen days actually!” he replied, clearly leaning against the door. I paced at the foot of my bed and retorted, “Oh my god, I don’t have the coronavirus, would you let me out already? This is ridiculous.” He unlocked the door and peeked his head in as he said, “Let’s make a deal. You self isolate for a week. I bring you meals and meds, do the cleaning. You can just relax, no big deal.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and muttered, “Fine, whatever. Can I have some Benadryl?” Ashton raised an eyebrow at me then asked, “When was the last time you ate?” I began thinking back to when I last ate and apparently, I took too long to answer because Ashton chirped, “I’ll bring you something to eat, don’t move.”

Sighing, I settled underneath my covers and turned on Netflix. Being isolated to my room would allow me time to start and possibly finish a show, which made this isolation a bit better but overall I wasn’t thrilled to do this.

Sure enough, however, Ash returned with a bowl of soup with an old bandana modified into a mask. I pursed my lips at him, unimpressed with the caution he was taking, then stated, “I told you, it’s just allergies. You can’t catch allergies, Ash.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, can’t risk it. Here, it’s vegetable beef soup, nice and hearty to knock that cold. Yell for me when you’re done and I’ll bring you Benadryl.” I nodded in understanding then began eating my food after Ashton disappeared back into the living room. The soup was warm and managed to quell my cough long enough for my roommate to check back in.

“Hey, kid, how you feelin’?”he asked, claiming the foot of my bed as I passed him my now empty bowl. I cleared my throat as I sunk deeper into my blankets then answered, “Pretty okay. My ribs hurt from coughing though.” He cradled my side and murmured, “I’m sorry, I know how that feels. You ready for some allergy meds?” I nodded and he passed me my water that was sitting beside my bed then shook a pill into the palm of my hand.

I took the medicine and Ashton stood up before brushing the hair out of my eyeline then stated, “I’ll be back in to check on you in an hour, sweetheart. Make sure you stay propped up, ‘kay? If it is just a cough from allergies, it’ll help it drain and make it easier to cough.” I nodded in understanding then he left my room, allowing me to settle back into my Netflix binge.

When my roommate did return, the allergy medicine had already taken effect, luring me into a delightful nap. As I woke up, I realized that Netflix was currently wondering if I was still there, which meant that I had slept longer than I intended. I began to crawl out of bed, just as my door opened, revealing Ashton holding a plate.

“Hey; you’re awake! Only took you three hours to wake up. I’m guessing you’re hungry though.”he stated, handing me my plate. I smiled in thanks then murmured, “Starving actually. I appreciate you making me food. I really do have the best roommate a person could ask for.” Ash flushed with color and scratched the back of his neck as he chimed, “Yeah well, you’d do the same for me. Alright, I’ll leave you be, let you eat. Lemme know when you’re done so I can grab your plate.”

I nodded in understanding and Ashton took his leave once again, desperate to stay healthy as possible.

The first two days went smooth, with Ashton checking on me occasionally through the day, bringing me water, food, and medicine when I requested it. However, by the third day, the annoyance had set in. Isolation makes even the kindest person cranky and when your roommate actively avoids you aside from bringing you the essentials you need, it only brings out the worst of a person.

Ashton had peeked in once again, a half an hour before he was originally “scheduled” to, just to question, “You good, bro?” I pulled a stray pillow from the pile then threatened, “Ashton, I really do appreciate you checking in on me but I swear to God, I’ll chuck a pillow at your head if you ask me if I’m good again.” He flashed that familiar smile then tipped his head at me before leaving me once again.

But just an hour later, he gave a soft knock to my door, allowing me time to grab a pillow but as he began to slip inside and took notice of my weapon, he shouted, “Wait, I have food! Don’t fire!” I began to lower my pillow then questioned, “What kind of food?”

“Your favorite, nice and hot. C’mon, you don’t want me to drop this!” he insisted, offering the food to me. I pursed my lips at him and asked, “Is this a peace offering for you being so overbearing?”

“You think I’m being overbearing?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing together as he frowned. I paused at the tone of his voice before taking a bite then answered, “Kinda? Not in a bad way, more of a big brother way.” Ashton stared down at me in silence, those hazel eyes churning with a multitude of emotions, and backed out of the room with a quiet, “Just set your bowl on your night stand.”

I stared down at the meal he made and cursed the way that my stomach turned in protest, desperate to find out what I had said that made him turn away so quickly, but decided that I needed to eat before I began to construct possible theories behind Ashton’s sudden departure from my room.

Unfortunately though, I didn’t get the chance to ask him that night. My allergy medicine had already taken root and I was asleep by the time that he had come in to collect my dishes and give me a fresh water bottle.

When the morning came, I had decided to get up and walk around the house for a bit. Unfortunately Ashton was out doing errands so I was unable to ask him. I made me a bowl of cereal and settled at the dining room table in hopes that my roommate would be back soon. But alas, an hour passed and he still wasn’t home, so I resigned to my bed once again.

Just as I cracked open the door, my phone began to ring with the FaceTime tone and my heart leaped with the possibility of it being Ashton, once for my hopes to be cracked. It was Michael, likely calling to check in. Knowing my roommate, he had told the boys what was going on.

“Hey, Ash told me you’re sick. What’s goin’ on, you catch corona?” Mikey asked after I answered the FaceTime call. I scowled at the mention of me being sick then protested, “I do not have the fucking coronavirus, I just have allergies, so he’s isolating me.” My friend raised an eyebrow at the statement and replied, “You know he’s just doing it because he cares about you.”

“Yeah, I know, he’s in full big brother mode but now he’s not talking to me.” I said, shifting against the mound of pillows I had constructed behind me. I could see the confliction in Michael’s eyes as he became silent, clearly debating on how he was going to respond to what I said, then he asked, “Ashton… not talking to you while you’re sick. What’d you do?”

“I- I kind of told him that he was being overbearing in a big brother sort of way then he left and I’m pretty sure that he’s avoiding me now.” We stared at one another then Michael stated plainly, “You’re pretty dense if you haven’t figured out that Ashton doesn’t want to play the big brother role with you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demanded, sitting up. His emerald eyes narrowed at my question then he answered, venom lining his tone, “Ask him that yourself.” Almost on cue, I heard the front door open and shut, alerting me that Ashton had returned from his errands for the week. I glanced back to the call then Mikey assured me, “Just go talk to him. I’ll check on you later.” I nodded in understanding and slid out of bed before I peeked out of my room, surprised to see that Ashton had brought back takeout for lunch.

I shut my door behind me and he glanced towards me, surprised to see that I emerged from my bedroom then he gestured towards one of the bags, murmuring, “Your food’s in that one.” My chest panged at the coldness of his gesture but still, I smiled and took the lunch he brought, chiming, “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He nodded and turned away, as if he was willing me to disappear before I stated, “Listen, I wanted to say I’m sorry. About last night, I’m sorry that I called you overbearing. I know that you’re just trying to take care of me.”

Ashton kept his back to me for a few seconds then he turned with a bright smile across his face, assuring me, “Kid, it’s no big deal. I know I can go a little far with people who I care about. I’m sorry if I crossed a line. You should take your food and go back to your room though, I really don’t want to catch anything.” I nodded in understanding then grabbed my food before making my way back to my room, satisfied that we were back to normal. God I was fucking wrong though.

For the next two days, Ashton actively avoided me at every turn. He brought me an unopened pack of allergy pills, both drowsy and non-drowsy, along with a small case of water to keep at the foot of my bed. Anytime he brought me food, he would simply hand it to me and walk right back out.

Thankfully my cough was finally gone, so I emerged when I heard him play his drums, the sounds vibrating through the walls of our home. His practice room was at the far end of the house and I couldn’t help but hum along to the beat he was playing. If memory was serving me correctly, it was Thin White Lies, a song that had broken my heart the first time I was allowed to listen to it.

I cracked open the door wide enough to slip into the room and watched as my roommate continued to drum, losing himself in the music that he had worked so hard on. His hair flopped with the beat and I couldn’t help but snicker at the sight, shaking my head. And silly me, I just happened to do so, just as he started a rest.

I cursed under my breath when Ashton glanced up, shoulders heaving as he caught his breath then he said simply, “Sup kid.”

“You’re avoiding me.” I pointed out simply, toying with the hem of my shirt. He blinked up at me, setting his drum sticks at his feet, then asked, “Why do you say that?” I stared at him and took a small step forward, exclaiming, “You’re not even denying it! Ashton, you’ve barely said ten words to me in the last three days! Was it because I called you overbearing?”

He took a deep breath and claimed his water bottle from the floor then began making his way out of the room, only for me to grab his hand, insisting, “See, you’re just brushing me off! Listen, just tell me what I did wrong, I’m sorry! I’m not a damn mind reader!” He brushed me off and replied almost coldly, “You don’t need to be a mind reader to know why I’m avoiding you, kid.”

“Dammit Ashton, just give me a straight answer, why are you pissed off at me!?” I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. He sighed and glanced over his shoulder before he replied, “You called me overbearing, said I was acting like your big brother. I don’t want to be your brother. Simple as that. Now, please, just let me have a few hours to myself.”

“That’s why you’re avoiding me? Why didn’t you just say that before, I told you I was sorry about it!” I insisted, half tempted to stomp my foot to get my point across. My roommate stared at me for a few moments then he snapped, “I’m avoiding you because I’m tired of having this same damn argument with you. So just get out of my practice room and leave me alone.”

We glared at each other for a few seconds then I stormed out, slamming the door for good measure before stalking into my room. I paced the length (and width) of my bed before I finally got dizzy and decided to take a seat. I tapped my fingers together and laid back, staring at the swirls of my ceiling then I considered calling Michael, only to decide against it. Something told me that if I called him, it would only end in an argument much like it did with Ashton and I.

A few hours later my stomach began to growl so I decided to go make food, quickly deciding on grilled cheese as my simple dinner. After fixing my sandwiches, I considered sitting at the table, hoping that Ashton would come out for his own food but returned to my room nonetheless. Whenever we had a fight, it would take at least a couple hours for both of us to become level headed once again, so it was better for us to stay on opposite sides of the house for now.

I tried falling asleep after finishing my dinner but insomnia decided to make a pit stop inside my mind, driving me to watch Criminal Minds before my stomach began to growl again. I frowned at the sound and grumbled when I realized that I would need to eat before I was able to fall asleep, so I walked out of my room in search of something to eat.

I rummaged through the cabinets, quickly eliminating anything that I had to stand and cook, then decided on a bowl of cereal to sate my hunger for the night. I grabbed a bowl and spoon then pulled the milk from the fridge after pouring my chosen cereal before completing my simple one in the morning meal. I glanced to my bedroom door then decided against taking the cereal to bed and curled up on the couch to eat while I continued to watch Criminal Minds on my phone.

I was so engorged in eating my cereal and watching the current episode of Criminal Minds that I didn’t even hear Ashton approach me until he asked, “What are you doing? It’s one in the morning.” I glanced up at his question and back down at my cereal before I answered, “I uh… I got hungry. I guess grilled cheese isn’t all that satisfying unless you have something else to eat with it.”

“So you’re eating cereal?” I stared guiltily down at the floor then replied, “Cereal is filling, especially at one in the morning when you’re too tired to make yourself an actual meal, Ashton.” After a few more moments of silence, he claimed the space beside me and settled into the cushions, watching as the BAU chased after an unsub, then I returned to eating my food. When I finished my bowl, I set it on the small coffee table and murmured, “Mind if I lean on you?” His eyes flickered towards me in surprise and he gave a small nod, saying, “Go for it.”

I curled into his side and he sat stiffly against me as I tried to focus on my show once again. But our argument from earlier in the week was weighing on my mind and the tugging in my chest refused to quit until I murmured, “I want to talk about our fight.”

“I was being overbearing, you didn’t want me to be. So, I stopped. In my eyes, there’s nothing to talk about.” Ashton stated, focused on the television. I sat up and stared at him as I insisted, “I wasn’t being fair to you! You were just trying to take care of me and I was a bitch to you.”

“You really want to talk about this at one in the morning?” he drawled, coming to a stand. I huffed and jumped to my feet, snapping, “Yes, I know it’s one in the morning, would you quit bringing that up?! You refuse to talk to me through the day, so yeah, why not the middle of the fucking night?” He tilted his head at me then asked, “Have you even considered why I don’t want to talk about this? Why Michael told you that I didn’t want to play big brother to you?”

“Yes! I know I’m not a child, Ashton, so of course you don’t want to play big brother! You already have to do that with your actual siblings, why would you want to do that with your roommate?” I retorted, running a hand through my hair. He gave a small chuckle, void of humor, then stated, “I’m well-aware of the fact that you’re not a child. In fact, that’s one of the reasons why I didn’t want to be seen as a big brother to you. God you’re fucking blind if you really don’t know the real reason why I took care of you when you had your cold.”

“Then call me Ray Charles because I can’t see what everyone else can apparently!” I snapped, throwing my hands into the air. He stifled a small chuckle and replied, “You’re so much more beautiful than Ray Charles is.” I paused at the compliment, not expecting that statement before the pieces of this unnecessarily difficult puzzle known as Ashton and I’s relationship began to fall into place.

“Y-You call me sweetheart. You just called me beautiful. Oh my fucking god, you didn’t want me saying that you were acting like my older brother because you like me. You like me even though I exceed the dense meter. I’m a thousand on a one to ten scale of how blind I am to how people feel about me.” I stuttered, raising my hands to chew on my nails, only for Ashton to place a gentle hand over my fingers before they met my lips.

“Don’t… I should’ve been more straightforward like the boys suggested me to do.”my roommate replied, shrugging. My mouth fell open then I rushed out, “How long have you been flirting with me?”

“Probably about a year and a half? Maybe more, lads probably know the exact amount, bastards would always ask me if I made an official move on you but the answer was always the same. Didn’t seem like the right time.” I stared at the dark haired man then sunk to my knees, whining, “Oh my god, you’ve been flirting with me for the last year and a half and I never noticed. Someone take my vision away, I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve my common sense either, holy shit, I really didn’t realize that you were flirting. I thought I was just projecting my feelings onto whatever you said so I did my best to ignore it but fuck, you were actually flirting. And I blew you off.”

“On the bright side, I won the bet that I’d admit my feelings to you during quarantine. Granted, this wasn’t exactly the scenario I was imagining, but oh well.” Ashton laughed quietly, scratching the back of his neck as he settled beside me on the floor. I pressed my face to his shoulder then groaned, muttering, “Why didn’t you say anything? I’m so blind to actual advances and you just let me continue thinking we were only roommates.”

He cupped my face and I met his gaze, nearing sighing at the softness of his eyes before he admitted softly, “You were the best damn roommate I ever had. I didn’t want to lose you just because you knew that I had been crushing on you for the last year and you didn’t feel the same way.” I pulled him into a tight hug and mumbled, “You're going to make me cry then I’m going to be mad cause my sinuses are going to act up.” He laughed quietly and tugged me to my feet before he assured me, “I’m not trying to make you cry, I’m just being honest with you, sweetheart.”

Ashton glanced down at me and flashed a smile, brushing my hair out of my face then he asked, “Can I have a kiss?” I smiled softly at him and replied, “Are you going to stop quarantining me in my room when my allergies flare up again?” He chuckled and cupped my face, murmuring, “I suppose it could be arranged, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me then.” He leaned into me and kissed me, a hand sliding into my hair as I grabbed his shoulders, sighing into the kiss. He pulled back with a grin across his face and murmured, “I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.” My eyes fluttered up then I replied, “Do it again then.”

The next day, Ashton was once again on a call with the boys and I was on lunch making duty, since he had been so kind to make all of my meals during this last week. I knocked quietly on the door and he turned in his chair to face me, that bright smile across his face, chirping, “Oh, food! Thank you, sweetheart, you’re the best!”

I blushed at the attention he had drawn to me and I could see Michael grin as Calum and Luke exchanged impressed glances before I quickly kissed Ash on the cheek, beginning to walk back out, only for him to grab my hand and tug me backwards, whining, “Come back, baby, I want an actual kiss.”

I laughed at his insistence and leaned down to meet him for a kiss as he set his food on his desk. He groaned as I pulled away then waved at the boys, chiming, “See you guys soon hopefully!” They waved back in return and I bent down to whisper in Ashton’s ear, “You hurry up with your call and food and there might be a little surprise for you in your bedroom.”

His eyes widened at the implication and bit his bottom lip before he muttered, “You’re going to be the death of me.” I let out a laugh and exited the room, shaking my head. Quarantine wasn’t so bad after all.

#my fics #ashton irwin #ashton irwin fluff #ashton irwin angst #ashton irwin imagines #ashton irwin fics #michael 5sos #5sos imagines #5sos fluff #5sos fics #5sos angst #5sos #5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer fics #5 seconds of summer fluff #5 seconds of summer angst

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kagebros · 4 years ago

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so much more (A Shockop Fic)

Summary: How Shockwave discovered they were carrying Cascade and Optimus’ reaction. Warnings: N/A Word Count: 2123

It all started with their energon levels being dangerously low. Their single golden optic blinked to life as they got out of recharge, their frame feeling much slower than usual. Once again the warning ping in their hub flashed as energon levels were low, confirming that it wasn’t just an error.

That was strange. They had just refuelled yesterday, usually not requiring energon again until four days had passed. They slipped out of the shared berth, the warm heavy arm that had held them pulling back. With a glance they looked at the love of their life, still in recharge, optics offline as his signature mask was off, set aside on the nightstand beside the berth.

They stumbled out of the room, entering the living room as they opened the storage cabinet that kept their energon chilled to a stable temperature. After all, energon in high temperatures usually meant life threatening implications as they were highly explosive. They reached for a cube and broke the sealant, extending the feeding tube they had equipped as they didn’t have the proper helm nor the mouth to drink it normally. After drinking the entire cube, their levels had risen to a proper point to where the warning ping had gone away. But when the ticker lowered faster than they expected they grew worried. They made a mental note to visit Ratchet later to see what was wrong.

“I didn’t expect you to be up so early,” Optimus’ voice teased from behind, his arms wrapping around Shockwave from behind as he pressed a kiss to the back of their neck. His EM field was teeming with feelings of affection, warmth and a hint of possessiveness.

“I was surprised too but it seems like it was urgent,” Shockwave replied with a sigh, nuzzling into his touch. “My energon levels were almost completely depleted and I was forced out of recharge,” they said. There was an immediate change in his EM field as fear and worry reached out to Shockwave.

“Is everything alright?” he said, pulling away from them. They turned around to face him and shrugged.

“I’m not sure what’s wrong,” they replied. “I’m going to visit Ratchet today to see if I can get it checked out, it should be fine after a while,” Shockwave said. There was some uncertainty that lingered in their voice though. They knew he was afraid of losing them again. He never got over losing them the first time, they weren’t sure what he’d do if he lost them again.

“I can take the day off today to take you there,” Optimus then offered. Shockwave gave an affectionate chuckle.

“I’ll be fine, Orion,” they said, wishing they could smile. Their EM field would have to communicate that for now. “It’s a short ride, if I need to refuel at the train station I can,” they said. The unfortunate downside to transforming into a decommissioned plasma cannon was the lack of mobility. Besides, if they could transform into their shuttle altmode that they had what felt like eternity ago, it would take up too much energon and it could put them in more danger. Optimus looks at them with a worried look, his mouth drawn in a tight line, apprehensive. They take two digits and gently press them gently on Optimus’ dermas, a makeshift kiss they’ve done for a while with him now to give him some comfort. “I’ll be alright,” they said gently. Their servos then moves to cup his cheek and he leans into the touch, closing his optics for a moment.

“Alright,” he conceded. “Just, use the comm. link if you need me, ok?”

“I know,” they chuckled. They checked the time, seeing they had a few hours to spare. “I think I’m gonna go back to recharging,” they hummed.

“I’ll join you,” he said, giving a lazy grin.

Shockwave entered Ratchet’s clinic just like they intended. The trip wasn’t as bad as Shockwave thought, but as they expected, they had to refuel after exiting the train, going to a nearby dispensary and replenishing as their levels got low again. When they entered the clinic, Ratchet had seemed to be tending to a patient from beforehand so they simply sat and waited for their turn. First Aid and Ambulon were both busy with their own patients but Ratchet had luckily finished first. When he saw Shockwave was there, he was surprised to say the least.

“Shockwave,” Ratchet said. “I honestly didn’t expect to find you here. Usually you’d do your own check ups, right?”

“Yes, well. This is something that I couldn’t exactly do at home,” Shockwave replied.

“What do you mean?”

“I woke up with my energon levels depleted after refueling just yesterday, and just on my way here after getting off the train I had to refuel,” they said.

“That is… peculiar, here, lemme take a look at you then,” Ratchet said, leading them to an empty medbay room. When Shockwave sat on the berth, Ratchet hooked them up to an energon line that fed it steadily. “Since you said your energon levels are depleting much more quickly I’ll have you hooked up to this for the time being.”

“Thank you,” Shockwave replied.

“Just doing my job,” he hummed, he then froze for a moment with how casual he was. Shockwave hummed in amusement.

“I suppose that is the Ratchet Orion is familiar with.” Ratchet then snorted, confirming it.

“I’m gonna go ahead and do a regular checkup on you,” Ratchet then informed. “Are you alright with me plugging into your dataflow?”

“If it can tell you what is wrong with me, then by all means,” Shockwave replied. They held out their arm and opened the panel that allowed for it. When Ratchet plugged in, all of Shockwave’s frame information was up on display on the computer screen next to them.

“Most of your systems seem to be fine…” Ratchet said as he looked at all the data. “Energon intake levels are double the normal amount though,” he said out loud, biting one of his digits as he was concentrating. When he looked through all the data, he stopped at one crucial portion, pausing. “Shockwave,” he then called out, optics not leaving the screen.

“Yes?”

“I need to examine your spark.”

“My spark?”

“Yes, this might provide the answer to why you’ve been consuming energon at a higher rate than usual,” he said. Shockwave sat there for a moment, their filials going back in worry for a moment before their chassis panels slid to the side, revealing their spark. Ratchet drew close, watching intently as if he was waiting for something. After a few moments, he saw what he needed to see. A small electric ball similar to Shockwave’s spark but miniscule was in orbit around theirs. “Shockwave,” he called out, trying to be as calm as possible. “I’m assuming you’ve sparked with Optimus?”

“Yes.” That only confirmed his conclusion even more.

“Shockwave,” he said, pulling away from their spark. “You’re carrying.” They stared at him blankly as their chassis panels closed.

“What?” they then replied softly.

“You’re carrying, you’re going to have a sparkling,” Ratchet said.

“I’m carrying?” they said softly.

“Yes.” They fell silent again as they stared at Ratchet blankly. Shockwave had a surge of emotions running through them right now, they knew Ratchet couldn’t feel it but when he glanced at the computer screen, he saw exactly how they felt. And they were absolutely ecstatic, their frame vibrating with excitement.

“I’m going to have a sparkling,” they then said. “I’m going to have a sparkling, I’m going to have a sparkling!” they said, their voice growing louder each time. ”Wait, how? This doesn’t. This doesn’t make any sense, this should be impossible.”

“A lot of things have proved to not be impossible as of late,” Ratchet then huffed, crossing his arms. “But I know tumours of the spark don’t happen,” he replied. “You’re fueling for two now, Shockwave,” he then said. “If you want to make sure this spark is healthy, you’re going to have to work from home and not overwork yourself as your energon consumption is already not ideal as of right now, I can’t tell you exactly what to expect next because. Well, this is new. I’ve never seen anything like it. If you can do it, I want you to visit the clinic everyday until that spark is out and on its own. How much energon do you have at home?”

“Only enough for Orion and I but I can always request him to get more,” they replied.

“I can only imagine how Optimus would react once he hears about this,” Ratchet sighed.

“He won’t leave my (your) side,” both of them said simultaneously. Ratchet then laughed.

“I assume I’ll see him then next time you come to the clinic,” Ratchet said.

“Most likely,” they replied, watching as Ratchet unplugged them from the computer, then unhooking them from the energon line. They stood up from the berth, trying to contain their excitement.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Ratchet said. “We’re good for today, but, are you going to tell him the news when you get back?”

“I don’t think I’d be one to hide this type of thing from him,” Shockwave said.

“I suppose so,” he replied. “I might be getting a call from him later today about it when you do then,” he said. “I can already feel it.” Shockwave then laughed this time.

“Thank you, Ratchet,” they said. “This is… this is incredible.”

“You’ll be good parents,” Ratchet said with a smile this time. “It’ll be good for the both of you.”

Upon getting back from the train station, Shockwave entered an empty apartment, Optimus still out for the day. They went out to the balcony and watched the sun set as they waited for him to come home, practically about to burst from excitement and anticipation. The door finally slid open, Optimus entering the home with a tired sigh. Despite being a former Prime, he had gone back to the job of being a dockworker, finding comfort in it as he felt there were better leaders out there. He’d done it shortly, at the beginning when Cybertron was being rebuilt, but with it almost being rebuilt completely, he felt it was better if someone else led it. His announcement about retiring from leadership was certainly an interesting day for the both of them. Rodimus was the bearer of the Matrix after all. He had been for a while, having come back from his long trip on the Lost Light.

They turned to meet Optimus’ gaze and he gave them a tired smile, his mask still on but his optics told them everything. He took his mask off, setting it down on the nearby counter and drew closer to Shockwave, meeting them in the middle as he pressed a chaste kiss on the tip of their helm.

“Welcome home,” they said.

“Something seems to have you excited,” he smiled, immediately recognising their feelings from their EM field and their sparkbond. “How was the visit to Ratchet? Did you figure out what it was?”

“That’s what I’m excited about, Oppy,” Shockwave said, using his petname as they took his servos into theirs. “I’m carrying.” His filials moved in confusion for a moment.

“Carrying? You mean-”

“We’re gonna have a sparkling, Oppy,” they said.

“We’re-” he cut himself off. “We’re having a kid?” he said, using the Earth term. “We’re gonna be a family?” Shockwave nodded. Within that moment, he immediately hugged them, holding them as tight as he could. They could feel his tears on their frame as he held them, shaking from intangible happiness. He pulled back for a moment and could barely believe what was happening. “I’m gonna be a dad. How. How is this even possible?” he then asked. After all this had gone against everything Cybertronians ever knew about sparking. And then the thought hits his processor. He’s seen the impossible done before. He saw it with Shockwave. When he saw them break free from the shadowplay. And now. They had done the impossible again. This time with him. They created life.

“I don’t know, Ratchet and I are both shocked as well,” Shockwave replied. “But regardless, this. This is real. This is happening and we made that happen, Orion.” They place their servos over their chassis. “This is my greatest creation,” they said. “And you helped me make it.” Optimus doesn’t know how to respond but they know exactly how he is feeling. So when he falls back into their arms, they immediately welcome it again as he nuzzles his helm into the crook of their neck.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he breathed.

#shockop #shockwave #optimus prime #maccadam #transformers #cascade #kagebros.writing

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blueprint-han · 3 years ago

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ok ok ok lemme see if I can remember everything I said

oh also //tw self harm n stuff//

I 100% get that feeling of wanting to feel that burning hurt when ur feeling emotional pain or whatever, my therapist says it's ur mind trying to take control of how you're feeling since you can't do anything about the outside forces making u upset

ik it's a shitty frustrating feeling, but if u can pls try not to give in. all I can suggest is small little things that do hurt but don't leave any lasting effects, snapping rubber bands on my arms helps alot personally cause there's also a certain satisfaction in seeing the marks it leaved behind. the rubber band welts look like lines and fade after a few minutes/hours and it leaves ur skin very warm and sensitive the same as other things.

if blood is ur thing, red food coloring is orange toned and looks quite similar, but it might stain a bit, u can pour some on ice cubes and it works quite well with the cold from the ice

there are definitely more destructive things for specific emotions that have similar effects but I find that rubber band one is pretty universal

also try to make sure that sometimes feeling doesn't turn into an always feeling, cause like 0/10 do not recommend, it'll be the shittiest time period of ur life

anyways just know I'll be here for u whenever, u can have my snap or contact info or whatever if u want so u can text me if u need anything, we'll swerve this depression bitch together bestie

-🍒

Thank u :( I do use the rubber band tactic a lot ! Blood personally isn't my thing since it scares me and only makes me feel more guilty :( I really don't have much to say but I really appreciate your support so much 🥺💖💖💖

Also yes we're both depression buddies together 😎✌🏻 I'll remember the offer for when I need it, because it doesn't seem far away :")

#thank u honestly this is so sweet :")#dawn.replies #🍒 anon #anons 🌁#self harm tw #blood tw #self harm mention tw #blood mention tw

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caps-lockdown · 5 years ago

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Sweater Weather Part Six

Alright everyone here is the final part to this fic, it’s pretty short as I didn’t quite like how I was going to end it originally and re-wrote it to better accomplish a semi-decent ending. Enjoy!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x PottsRelativeFem!Reader

Ratings/Warnings: 18+ (Not smut but just to cover my ass)

For everything from language, crude jokes, ADULT situations/impure thoughts, booze (because it’s pretty much a staple in my fics at this point.), arguments, and an extremely overprotective Tony Stark. Very little angst, as I try to keep most of my fics light humored. But of course there are some insecurities/unsure feelings, as well as sad feels from everything with endgame/ the decimation. Also dead parents.

Also AU in the fact NO ONE DIED during Endgame/Steve didn’t go back. Also as much as I adore Morgan Stark, she isn’t around yet. I didn’t know where this would fit timeline wise, so just ignore the timeline. Kay? Cool.

Words: 2,844

Summary: You’ve just moved to New York after a long 3 year stint travelling the world and helping with various charities, taking a new job with Stark Industries thanks to your cousin Pepper. A trip out to surprise Tony and The Avengers for the weekend turns from good to terrible when the a/c at the compound breaks. How will you beat the heat for the record breaking weekend?

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, any pictures, outfits, gifs, and marvel characters just assume I don’t own them. Also no Beta, as I don’t ever have one, so the mistakes and reader are all my own. Enjoy!

Part Six

When Pepper put two and two together about you and your Captain’s whereabouts she promptly sent you a text saying she would get Peter and Carol to help make dinner so you wouldn’t have to. You had quickly sent back a “Thank you!” before sneaking off with Steve to the showers to clean up, as well as have round four (and five) of the mattress mambo. Without the mattress. You were learning very quickly that super serum had plenty of upsides, and you were a fan of all of them.

You were snuggled into the very same satisfied Captain watching videos of your adventures over the past three years on your phone when a very obnoxious Sam and Bucky all but kicked in your door.

“Stop playing tickle-tail and come get some food!” Bucky held his hand over his and Sam’s eyes as they entered, and you were more than happy that Steve had talked you into putting on clothes.

“Yea! Stop playing Doctor!” Sam cut in, you reaching behind you to throw a well aimed pillow at them.

“Guys we have clothes on.” Your response was met with nervous chuckling as Bucky removed his hand, finding the two of you cuddling together quite a cute sight. You unwillingly untangled yourself from your blonde beau’s strong arms and stretched, standing from your bed and looking at the two friends. “Well? Lead the way!” You noticed their slightly wide eyes and faltered your steps. “What?”

“You might want to put on a sweater first Y/N.” Sam said pointedly, trying to avoid eye contact with some of the fresh marks Steve had left on your neck and shoulders. Your hands shot out to run across your skin, as if you could see them with your fingertips.

“How bad is it?!” You exclaimed, rushing to turn on your phone’s camera to get a better look.

“Looks like you lost a war with a vacuum cleaner.” Bucky shrugged, your face burning with the intensity of the sun as you zoomed in on your irritated skin, some of the marks already turning a dark purple shade. There weren’t that many, but the one on your neck was looking very prominent. You squeaked in anger, pushing your attacker hard in the chest as he went to stand, the action catching him unaware and sending him back on the bed with a loud thump.

“What the hell Rogers!? I told you no marks on my neck! I’m going to have to wear a scarf in the middle of August at my first day of work tomorrow!” Steve looked down at the ground embarrassed as he stood up again, Sam and Bucky snickering in the background.

“Sorry Doll, I got carried away…” He tried, smiling at you and forcing your resolve to melt upon contact. “You’re too delicious, I was weak…”

“Alright, we’re out of here.” Bucky made a face, stopping your boyfriend from finishing his statement. “Throw some ice on it for a few and cover it with some concealer and powder. We’ll get Pepper to light some candles and dim the lights so Captain not so successful Cockblock doesn’t see em.”

You quirked a brow at Bucky’s instructions, crossing arms over your chest. “And just how do you know these tricks Barnes?”

“Nat.” Was all the brunette said with a wink, dragging a rightly puzzled Wilson out of the room. You shook your head as the new information sunk in, walking over to the cooler and pulling out some ice to hold on your neck, not missing Steve’s darkening eyes as he stepped towards you.

“Ooooh no, don’t look at me like that. You need to get out of here and into the dining room before Tony comes looking for us.” You jokingly pushed him as he looped his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, pulling you to him as he ghosted your tank top clad shoulders with his lips.

“Can’t help it, that ice cube gave me ideas…” He chuckled darkly as you shivered, squirming out of his grasp and mock glaring at him.

“Later.” You hissed, again pushing him away before going to your dufflel bag and searching for a tee shirt to cover your other marks. You sighed in frustration as you were forced to throw on the only one you had left, realizing it was black and as such would no doubt be hot as hell to eat in. But at least you would be packing up and leaving the compound after dinner. You couldn’t wait to blast the a/c in your truck the whole way home.

While expertly covering up the mark on your neck you heard the rumble of the Quinjet, figuring everyone had gotten sick of no cool air inside the compound and elected to have dinner in the large aircraft. Not that you could blame them, your jury rigged coolers could only do so much. After you looked presentable, making sure the discoloration wasn’t as noticeable as before, you and Steve walked hand in hand to the dining room, both of you stopping in shock at the elegant dinner sitting in front of you. Candles were lit and not a soul was around, only two place settings, a bottle of wine in a small bucket on the side, and the smell of food overwhelming your senses. You picked up the small note on the corner, admiring the perfect cursive. Pepper

“Tony wanted take out to avoid looking at you two. He mentioned getting noise cancelling headphones for everyone as a Christmas gift. Enjoy your dinner, we took the jet but we’ll be back in a bit.

P.S Don’t eat at the table naked, I haven’t scotch guarded the chairs yet. ”

Your laughter rang out as you passed the note to Steve, who smiled and rolled his eyes, pulling your chair out for you so the two of you could eat. Your mouth was watering at the roast she had made, wasting no time with loading your plate up.

“You hungry?” Blue eyes mused when you passed him the salad bowl, your own eyes sparkling back as you spared him a glance before promptly stuffing your face.

“Yea. I blame you and the earlier extracurricular activities.” Your muffled retort had Steve snorting into his wine glass, his eyes never leaving yours, his large hand once again finding your bare thigh. You ate in a comfortable silence after that, enjoying being alone together without the knowing stares from your friends. And Tony. The amazing food was proving to be a great distraction from Steve’s wandering hand.

After travelling the world for three years you had missed Pepper’s cooking something fierce, and you were certain you were going to put on some weight moving back here. But you were also certain Steve would be keeping you in shape. He wouldn’t hear a single complaint from you. The gang returned to the compound not too long after you had eaten so much you felt like you could burst, the two of you cleaning up the remains of dinner and washing dishes before heading back to your room.

“You two decent?” Natasha called from your doorway, Steve helping you pack up your belongings and carrying your large cooler to his room, although he wouldn’t be sleeping there tonight.

“We aren’t heathens Nat, Jesus.” You huffed out in annoyance as she smirked.

“I see you’ve packed up, headed out soon?”

You nodded at the red head, throwing the duffel over your shoulder with little effort. “Yea, I gotta get some actual sleep before I start my new job tomorrow.”

“Pepper told me you’d be working at the new Tower,” You widened your eyes at her “Don’t worry, I didn’t tell Tony or anyone else. I was sworn to secrecy.” She patted your shoulder in reassurance. Her eyes darted between you and Steve as he reentered the hallway from his own room with his own overnight bag, her expression blank. “Thought you said you needed sleep tonight?”

She laughed while deftly dodging your open palm, you barely grazing her arm in frustration. “You lot ever going to let us live this down?”

“Probably not, and it’s only going to get worse when Tony’s not around. We all promised to give him time to adjust before we start gossiping about you two.”

“Oh great. Thanks.” You huffed again, grabbing Steve’s hand and heading down the hallway to say goodbye to everyone. The group stood outside, crowded around your truck to see you off.

“Lemme know how your first day goes Short Stack.” Tony smiled warmly at you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “Happy looks good on you kiddo.” You beamed back at him as you broke apart, shaking Bruce’s hand next.

“Stay cool Jolly Green.” He chuckled at you and moved aside so Thor could properly hug you goodbye. You had to force yourself to remain calm, holding back your emotions and reminding yourself you’d be seeing all of them a lot. And soon. This wasn’t goodbye. Nat and Sam both side hugged you, Carol shaking your hand. “You’re a total bad ass, I hope we can see each other more in the future.”

“Count on it Y/N.” The blonde powerhouse smirked in return, the hyper teen next in line bouncing on his feet as you made your way to him.

“Nice meeting you Peter.” You laughed as he all but launched himself at you, you fondly patting the teen’s back as he embraced you.

“You too Miss Y/N. Hopefully I see you around more!”

“You will don’t worry.” You smiled in affirmation, Bucky moving to stand in front of you. His large frame engulfed your body easily, you stiffening slightly while you recalled Steve’s words about him not being a huge hugger. “You feeling ok Barnes?”

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time Y/N. That being said I shouldn’t have to tell you what will happen if you break his heart.” You swallowed hard and nodded your head, his smile getting wider as he pulled away. “That goes for him too, I’m rooting for you guys.”

“Well if my best friend is done with the death threats, Y/N and I have places to be.” Steve stared at Bucky pointedly, who only shrugged and opened the truck door for you.

“Wait, where’s Pepper?” You called, your cousin nowhere in sight.

“She said to go on without her, the take out isn’t agreeing with her.” Tony waved you on, you deciding you didn’t want to wait around for her in that state. She was not quiet when she fell ill, and you could feel your face turning green at the memory of hearing her drunken retching during your partying phase. You happily jumped in your truck and promptly started the engine, making sure the air conditioning was on full blast as soon as you shut the door. Steve climbed in next to you, waving out the window to your friends as you pulled out of the parking lot, leaving the sticky compound behind you in a cloud of dust.

~~~Next Day~~~

“I’m telling you Pep you should really look into hiring a new Receptionist now that this place is back in business.” Tony took off his sunglasses as he entered the newly built Stark Tower, his eyes blinking to adjust after the assault of photographers demanded photographic evidence of the opening ceremony.

His wife only smiled knowingly as they neared the front desk after her husband checked in with security for the day. She nodded at you, you taking the cue and sliding a large paper cup across the top of the reception counter.

“Good morning Mister Stark, here’s your black coffee and paper. You have an appointment with a Mister Fury at noon, followed by a press conference at two.”

You’d remember Tony’s shocked face for the rest of your days.

“You gotta stop trying to kill me Short Stack!” He wheezed, clutching his chest and taking the small cup with a grin. “My old ass can only take so fucking much.”

“Sir that language is highly inappropriate. Don’t make me go to human resources on our first day of business.” Your threat had no actual substance and your cousin in law saw right through you, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“Joke’s on you Y/N, She’s on vacation until September.” You snorted, your two family members taking their leave and heading towards the elevators. The rest of the team followed in after, quickly noticing your new position and cheering with excitement.

Steve’s wide smile as his blue eyes met your gaze made your heart stop.

“Ya know, when you said you wouldn’t be far this morning I thought you were just being cute.” He mused, you smirking into your coffee cup as he brought his lips down to kiss your cheek. “Have lunch with me today?”

“Just go ahead and assume my answer is “Yes” to everything you ask from here on out.” You quipped, tossing him a wink before reaching to answer the phone. “Thank you for calling Stark Industries this is Y/N, how may I direct your call?”

“Oooh, your phone voice is sexy Sweetheart.” You swatted his arm and sent him away, rolling your eyes at his wiggling eyebrows as he walked backwards all the way to the elevators, forcing you to hold in your giggles while you remained on the phone. Lovesick idiot.

You day continued to pass by in a blur, and before you had time to make heads from tails with the computer system it was already lunch time.

“Let’s go Short stack, Kay’s is calling us.” You brought your head up from behind the desk, Pepper holding a small delicately wrapped box in her hands as she kept in step with your cousin in law. “Lunch is on me today. As a hashtag welcome to the team I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you brat peace offering.”

You shook your head with a smile, a certain tall blonde coming up behind them to sweep you away. “Sorry Snark,” Grasping Steve’s hand you allowed him to lead you out from behind the long desk, memorizing the way your cousin in law feigned being hurt. “I have a prior engagement.”

“Well fine. Ya know I saw her first Cap. I don’t do well with being second place.” He huffed.

“Don’t worry Tony, you’ll always be my number one pain in the ass.” You beamed, the man barking out a laugh.

“Before you go I wanted you to be here while Tony opens his opening day gift from me!” Pepper spoke nervously, handing the box to her husband who only looked at her suspiciously.

“Every day you don’t murder me is a gift from you darling.” He joked, untying the ribbon with ease, the lid falling off the top with a certain childish carelessness that made everyone around you laugh. “Uh honey…”

“Yes sweetie?” Her tone had a sense of insecurity and you were a bit thrown off by her sudden mood swing.

“Make sure my dress doesn’t go over my head.” Was all the dark haired man got out before promptly passing out, Steve acting quick to catch your out cold cousin before he severely injured himself on the hard floor. Your eyes moved to find the three objects that had fallen out of the box, gasping alongside Natasha and Bruce as they bent to pick them up.

“Pepper, you’re pregnant!?” You breathed out, your cousin giving a shy smile and nodding.

“My first appointment is tomorrow, will you come with me?” Tears of happiness stung your eyes as you enthusiastically nodded, rushing to hug her.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss making fun of Tony being a dad for anything in the world!” She cried in your arms back, the two of you holding onto each other for a long moment as the Avengers and some random people started to clap for her. “Congratulations, you’re gonna be an amazing mom!”

“I hope so Y/N.” Pepper smiled behind more tears, breaking from the hug and giving you a light nudge. “Now go have lunch with your man, we’ll talk after work.”

Steve left Tony in Thor’s confused arms and reached for your hand, smiling the whole way out of the tower. “Some weather we’re having huh?” He scrunched his nose up at the clouds, the sky looking a menacing shade of gray.

You shrugged in indifference, “I’ll take the rain over a heat wave any day.”

“It’s always a heat wave when I’m with you Sweetheart.”

A deadpanned expression crossed your features as you stopped in your tracks to look up at him. “You’re lucky you’re cute. That was so fucking corny Rogers.”

“Yea, but you love me anyway.” You raised an eyebrow at his cocky assumption.

“Eh, I blame the heat wave” A growl came out from his throat and you yelped, jumping just out of his grasp and running down the street, the two of you laughing the whole way to your favorite diner.

The end

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Punk (Chap. 8)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 4284...oops

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Okay here it is chapter 8. Let me know if the flow of this chapter is okay, if it makes sense. I’d like to get a better feel of how I construct scenes so I can improve for the future. I LOVE feedback, you have no idea. So don’t be afraid to lemme know how you feel!

Also, there is a line in here with an asterisk (*) after it. It is a paraphrase from Criminal Minds season 3 episode 8 said by Penelope Garcia to Derek Morgan and it is something that has always stuck with me and I just thought it was so perfect for this chapter.

Perhaps watching Investigation Discovery’s documentary on the world’s most notorious serial killers at one o’clock in the morning while finishing off the leftover apple pie in an essentially deserted tower wasn’t the smartest move. Every sound was suddenly more sinister and every shadow could be hiding a deranged murderer who wanted nothing more than to chop off your head and keep it in the freezer, which had startled you so badly when it spit out ice cubes into its inner bin that you spilled an entire glass of water on Ferdinand who ran shrieking from the room and knocked over what was probably a very expensive vase. Fuck.

But you’d already fallen into the vortex of twisted true-crime stories and you weren’t likely to surface anytime soon. It was like watching a car crash. But it was a welcome distraction from your train wreck of an evening and took your mind off, however briefly, of the endless ebb and flow of self-loathing thoughts plaguing your mind. So if listening to psychologists throw out theories about psychopaths and narcissists and human behaviour made you forget your own personal problems, then so be it. Bring on the gore.

An hour later the pie was gone, you hated yourself and lack of self-control, and both the Zodiac Killer’s and Jack the Ripper’s identities were still unknown. The thought was unsettling. How had they gotten away with all that they’d done? Did they have help? Hydra, you thought wickedly. Or the Illuminati…or vampires...Freddy Krueger…Jason Voorhees…Michael Myers…You glanced around the dark, still living room. The others wouldn’t be home until closing time and the nearest person was at least three floors away….you glared around at the shadows…did that book case always look so….shelfy? Was the kitchen clock always so...aggressive? Tick!…tock…tick!…tock…

The faint sound of the elevator door opening had you springing from the couch, knocking the empty pie dish and all of its crumbs onto the carpet with a clang, and diving to the floor. Some brave Avenger you were. “Pssst, F.R.I.D.A.Y?!” why you were whisper-shouting was beyond you. “Is there a murderer in the building?”

“Several highly- trained assassins, including yourself, currently call this tower home,” the A.I. responded...AT A NORMAL FREAKING VOLUME! Great, now the murderer knows I’m here! Tony couldn't make a stealth-bot, could he? Something that understood the subtleties of surviving a serial killer!

Ok that might have been a tad dramatic. “Hey! I’m not an assassin! I’m an Avenger! It’s different!” you hissed. “I’m not, like, a serial killer,” you grumbled.

“Serial killer is such an ugly term. I was a specialized weapon and not by choice might I add.” Bucky’s soft, sarcastic voice came from behind you causing you to yelp and jump nearly a foot in the air.

“Oh my god, you scared the shit outta me!” Your hand was on your heart as it jackhammered against your sternum, something you were fairly certain Bucky could hear even from ten feet away.

Bucky laughed and flipped on the light, bathing the room in a soft, yellow glow. Immediately, you threw yourself back on the couch and grabbed the soft, plush blanket you’d been using as a shield during your murder stories. Hopefully, if you tucked the edges around your face at just the right angles, he wouldn’t notice your red, puffy eyes and runny makeup. But you’d avoid making eye contact just for good measure. And, for the first time since you’d met him, you wished he’d go away. Bucky Barnes was not someone you wanted to see anymore of tonight.

“What’re you doin’ home?” Your voice was muffled like you have a bad head cold and you cringed, hoping he’ll just think you’re tired rather than you’d spent the better part of the evening blubbering uncontrollably.

Bucky shrugged, leaning against the wall. “Didn’t feel up to it anymore. What’re you doin’ here? They uh, they said you left with uh, some guy.”

The uncertainty in Bucky’s voice caught your attention and your head whipped away from the television to look at him. Why was he making that face? He looked like he couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. “They said you left with some guy.” A wave of anger bubbled up. What, like it was so preposterous?! You felt your brow furrow and upper lip curl at the thought.

You nod curtly. “Yeah. I did.” Technically it was the truth. You had walked out of the club with a man.

Bucky cleared his throat. “He here?” He looks around for any sign of company; taking in the discarded pie tin and your change in attire since he’d seen you a few hours earlier. Your jaw clenched in anger. Thanks for the reminder, Buck, that no, you were not the only man to be repulsed by me this evening and yeah, I ate all the fuckin’ pie, so back off!

Why was he even asking you these questions? Clearly, he already couldn't imagine a male specimen being remotely interested in you. So what? He wanted confirmation or something? Did he need to hear it to actually get some fucking closure? Is that what he wanted? Your confirmation that, no, no man in his right mind would ever want to get involved with you? Fine, then he could have it. “No,” your voice was laced with underlying anger. “He’s not here.”

Bucky nodded and locked eyes with you, taking in the red, puffy lids, before you turned away again. If you looked at him too long, the mixture of sad, angry tears would return as you faced the truth that someone who looked like that would never want someone who looked like you. “He didn’t try anything?...Did he?”

And you fucking lost it.

“Excuse me?” He’d sounded if the mere notion of a man coming home with you was simply unbearable to think about. Really? It’s that implausible?! An anger you hadn’t known existed welled up inside. It was as if your heart, engulfed in flames, was pumping out waves of white hot rage through every vein. You pushed yourself up from the couch and faced Bucky like an angry tiger poised to strike. Never in a million years did you think you would look at Bucky like this. You’re fists were clenched painfully and your teeth were bared as you snarled, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Bucky had the decency to look afraid. His glacial blue eyes widened as he pushed off from the wall and stepped closer to you, hands held up in defense. “Wh-what—I d—”

“No, explain to me what the fuck that’s supposed ta mean!” Your roar had stopped him in his tracks as you trembled with rage. But the dam had broken, letting all the pain and anger you had been holding in, all of the fears and insecurities you'd been holding on to, come tumbling out. “What, so no one could ever wanna try somethin’ with me?! Is that it?! That I’m not worth it? Not good enough? Huh?! Is it that farfetched an’ ridiculous ta think that someone could ever wanna have sex with me?!”

“No! No, that’s not what I—” Bucky sputtered in horror but you cut him off, erupting like Mount Vesuvius. Your rage raining down around the once peaceful living room.

“No no no, go ahead! Explain it to me,” you challenged, throwing your hands in the air. “Tell me what you really think! That nobody could possibly want someone who looks like me! Maybe you wouldn’t stoop so low as ta give me a second look but that doesn’t mean that someone less superficial wouldn’t*! Just because you’re perfect doesn’t mean that everyone who isn’t doesn’t deserve to be liked in some way!” Your voice broke a little at the end and the fact that Bucky just stood there, hands covering his mouth slightly, looking completely shocked, did nothing to quell your fury.

“I—I didn’t—what I—”

But you were beyond listening to him. Your rage wasn’t over. And even if you knew logically that it really wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t attracted to you, that people like who they like, the fact that Bucky, your best friend Bucky, the man you loved whole-heartedly, body and soul, didn’t find you attractive in any way, shape, or form, well, that shattered your heart into a million little pieces. And that made you fucking furious.

And as hurt as you were that Bucky wasn’t interested and that he thought you so abhorrent that you could never manage to snag a man, you were mostly angry at yourself for even liking Bucky in the first place! It was ridiculous to have allowed yourself to fall so completely for someone like him. And forget what he looked like—He was a fucking superhero for fuck’s sake! He saved the world! He protected the weak and injured and innocent. He sacrificed his life, his sanity, for his country. He fought back against his tormenters. He fell apart and picked himself back up again after all he was forced to do and had the goddamn nerve to beg for forgiveness for crimes he had no responsibility over. Bucky Barnes was a goddamn treasure. Who the fuck did you think you were to covet it?

You were a complete moron and, in fact, you were so goddamn enraged with yourself that you had begun to both cry and laugh humorously at the same time. It was as if you no longer had any control of your emotions. It was fucking laughable! This whole thing was entirely ridiculous! The tears began to flow freely as you realized what a complete joke your life was at this point.

Everything leading up to this horrific moment was your fault and yours alone. It all could’ve been avoided if you had just kept your mouth shut and went back to your dorky, pathetic, loveless existence. Then you would still have Bucky’s friendship, your money, and whatever fucking dignity you possessed in the first place. But that was all out the window now! Now you were destroying it all.

“And to think I did all of this stupid shit just to—to get you to—and you didn’t even notice!” You laughed darkly at your own stupidity. “All this effort, and money and time, and for what? Nothing!”

Bucky pressed his hands through his hair, completely bewildered at the scene before him, when he stopped short. “What?” His eyebrows knitted and the colour drained from his face. “What’re you—what’d’you mean?” His voice was but a whisper. It annoyed you. What’d’you mean ‘what’d’you mean?’?!

You rolled your eyes obnoxiously. “I mean that I’m a fucking idiot for thinking that a dress and some makeup would make you see me any differently,” you seethed. When he continued to stare at you completely dumbfounded you sighed and quietly added, “I know what kind of girls you like… I saw you the other night…at Luke’s.”

“You were there?” Bucky stepped forward again, looking at you with wide eyes. His voice was low and serious and he shook his head as he spoke. “You saw-? Look, that wasn’t—”

“You don’t hafta explain. I was there. I know.” You stepped back from him, shaking your head sadly. Fat tears fell away from your cheeks and rained down to the floor. “And I’m so stupid.” Your voice cracked with emotion and you took in a shaky breath before continuing. “I did all of this, the hair and makeup and clothes, but I can’t compete with girls like that.” There it was. Out in the open. You’d finally admitted the truth; you weren’t good enough, attractive enough, for Bucky.

And when he just continued to stare at you, looking more and more horrified at your confessions, another wave of tears spilled over, choking your voice even more. “Who was I kidding!? I must’ve been out of my goddamn mind to think that all of this would work. That you’d actually–”

It was Bucky’s turn to interrupt you. He waved his arms to stop you and, with a voice filled with complete and utter bewilderment, “A—are you saying that this was all for me? Why? Why would—”

You couldn't bare this. Your face screwed up to stop more sobs from escaping; your chin trembled with the effort. It was too much. Actually having to stand there and listen to Bucky’s rejection, to his horror at your crush, no. That was too much. The look on his face, the shock, it was like a knife had been plunged into your heart. He’d had no idea how you felt. And now he was completely thrown, absolutely stunned. Your anger surged once again. Was it really so foreign for him to think that you could actually like him? Or that anyone could like you?

“Why would you fall for it?” you asked, finishing his question for him. “I’ve been asking myself that all night because clearly it didn’t work!” you cried causing Bucky’s mouth to drop open. “Congrats, you can’t be fooled! Apparently just because Y/N tries to dress like a girl, doesn’t mean she is one! To think for a second you'd see anything other than a reject, a whale, in a dress…” you shook your head dejectedly. “What was I thinking?”

“I—I just—”

“And to top it all off, you were right! Ethan isn’t here!” You laughed wetly as the endless river of tears fell. You displayed your arms widely as you spoke. “He didn’t want to come home with me. Why the hell would he, right? Look at me! No no no, it was just another delusional fantasy of mine. To think that I could actually get a guy to be attracted to me in some way, oh my god, it’s fucking laughable, right?! So let’s all take a moment and bask in your wonderful ability to be see the fucking future and come home to find me all alone, just as you expected.” Three sharp claps sounded around the living room, making Bucky wince. “Happy?” you demanded.

He stepped closer, reaching for your hand. His eyes welled up and his lower lip was shaking ever so slightly. “No, no, Punk, you’ve got it all wrong, that’s not what—”

“STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT!” You ripped your arm away from his grasp, causing Bucky to freeze, his arm still out stretched towards you. You’d never pulled away like that before.

His lips gaped open like a fish as he searched for something to say. You, on the other hand, were panting heavily as if you’d just run a mile. Hastily, you used your shirt collar to dab at the steady stream of tears.

It was certainly a night of new territory for you two. Not once had you ever mentioned how you felt about that particular nickname. That every time he called you that you felt a little part of your heart breakaway, shrivel up, and die like a flower dropping petals as the seasons change. No, you’d just responded when he said it, your head turning in his direction, knowing it was you he was talking to as less and less frequently the term was directed towards Steve. You were the punk. Just you.

Bucky cleared his throat and swallowed hard, pursing his lips. “Y/N, I—I don’t…” He stopped to clear his throat again and rapidly blinked his glassy eyes.

“Just forget it, Barnes.”

“Barnes? Barnes?” Taken aback by the use of his last name, Bucky sounded both hurt and offended. You’d never called him anything but some shortened form of ‘Bucky’, something that was always laced with affection. “You never call me—”

“Well, it’s a helluva lot better than being someone’s punk, don’t ya think?” you snapped. “I looked it up. I know what I mean to you. And I am fucking sick of it. I’ve never felt so fucking stupid in my entire life. Here I am pining after you, praying to gods I don’t believe in that you’ll feel the same way when all you see is this—this disgusting, thing and I—I can’t—I can’t take it anymore.”

“No, Y/N, just—just let me explain,” Bucky begged moving towards you again, but with each step closer he took, the more you backed away, making his face twist in an unrecognizable expression. Each breath felt like a thousand razor blades scraping against your lungs. Was this heartbreak? Or humiliation? Or was it something more? Whatever it was, it was unbearable.

“That’s the thing,” you whispered. “You don’t hafta explain anything. I get it. I already know. You’ve made it painfully clear.” A loud sob racked through you causing your whole body to shake. You couldn't meet Bucky’s eyes anymore. It hurt too much. You weren’t afraid to see hate there. No, Bucky didn’t hate you, not even after all of this. But you knew you'd find pity there. Pity for the poor, pudgy, pathetic, punk that was in love with a man so obviously out of her league.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into the ensuing silence. What you were sorry for you weren’t quite sure. For making a scene? For ruining a friendship? For taking your self-hatred and insecurities out on an innocent bystander? For shouting at Bucky for not feeling the same way? For falling in love with him in the first place?

Or were you sorry for being ugly and fat and embarrassing? Or for being terrible at being a girl?

Probably all of it.

Yeah, all of it.

A hot wave of embarrassment hit as your mind, at lightning speed, ran through all that had transpired since Bucky had walked in on your mini television marathon. The anger had all but drained away and was rapidly being replaced with mortification at your words and actions. Had you really just spilled your guts to Bucky? Did you actually reveal your feelings? Oh god, you’d told him all of your insecurities. Admitted your embarrassing and failed attempts to seduce him. Panic, hot and intense, surged up, triggering your fight-or-flight response.

And you gave in.

And you ran.

“Y/N, wait! Don’t leave! Please don’t leave,” Bucky called.

You could hear his footfalls behind you, but instead of bolting for the once safe haven that was your room, you turned down the long hall, and shouted for F.R.I.D.A.Y to shut the elevator doors the moment you set foot in it. Turning as the doors closed, you saw Bucky running towards you. He was shouting for you to stop. But he reached the doors too late and collided into them with the thud of metal on metal as they sealed you away.

The last thing you heard was the strangled cry of your name as the elevator descended deeper into the tower.

***

Please be here. Please be here. The elevator doors couldn't open fast enough. Each racking sob at what has just happened upstairs threatened to break you apart. Almost on autopilot you found yourself knocking loudly on the door, making it rattle in the frame. Please, please be home.

A sleepy, bleary eyed Clint Barton ripped the door open, ready to rage at the dipshit who had the nerve to wake him up when he had to leave at the ass crack of dawn for a mission he was less than thrilled to go on. “What the fu—?”

He stopped short to see you standing there, sobbing uncontrollably, in the dead of night.

“I’m s-sorry. I’m s-so- s-sorry,” you hiccoughed, trying to sign to him at the same time, before noticing that he’d shoved at least one hearing aid in before answering the door. She’s not here, she’s not home yet. “I-I thought Nat w-would—and you hafta go soon—I’m—I’m ”

Clint’s arm shot forward and pulled you roughly to his chest and into Natasha’s room closing the door behind you. “Stop, that doesn’t matter. What happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” His hands cupped your face and he feverishly looked you up and down for any signs of injury.

You shook your head but continued to blubber letting hot tears fall onto his fingers.

Clint pulled you to his chest, allowing you to cry onto his t-shirt, and stroked your hair soothingly. He moved you both to the bed where he laid with you in his arms. “Talk to me, kid. What happened?”

And you spilled your guts about everything. About recruiting Nat and Wanda to try to make you pretty, about falling in love with Bucky, about not being thin enough or pretty enough or womanly enough for him. And you told him how much you hated every single thing about yourself because it just wasn’t right or normal or cool. And then you sputtered unintelligibly for a while because it all sounded so unbelievably stupid when you said it out loud.

“Shh, Y/N, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay,” Clint whispered, kissing your hair.

“No, it’s not,” you wailed, your voice muffled against his chest. You sniffed loudly. “I ru-ruined ev-everyth-thing.” As you retold the events of the evening, both at the club and in the living room, Clint let you sob without interruption. His hands rubbed up and down your back as you shook in his arms.

“Why doesn’t anyone like me?” Clint’s heart clenched sharply at your words. “Why doesn’t he like me? I—I just want t-to be pretty. Why can’t I be pretty?”

“Y/N, are you kiddin’ me? You’re beautiful,” Clint whispered against your hair. These confessions of yours had come to a complete shock to him. But your revelations about what you really thought about yourself made him angry. How could you think these things? Why did you think these things? How could you make him see what to him is so obvious?

Ignoring his proclamations, you cried harder, your frame shaking the whole bed as you curled against his side, fists curled in his shirt as a pain you’d never before experienced fell over you. And the only thing you could do was ride it out.

When you were done, when you’d exhausted both the story and your body, when you were all used up and were completely void of tears, when every emotion had finally poured its way out of you, you fell silent against him. Clint stroked your back absently and it wasn’t until your breathing had slowed and evened out that he realised that you’d fallen asleep against him.

Sometime later the door creaked open and Nat wandered in, shoes in hand. She let her dress pool at her feet as she slipped into one of Clint’s t-shirts and crawled into bed behind you. The dip in the bed pulled Clint out of his sleep and he squinted around in the darkness. Nat flicked a small nightlight on.

‘Hi, baby,’ she signed to him. ’What’s Y/N doing here? Everything okay?’ Her brow furrowed in concern.

Clint sat up slightly with a yawn, gently placing you back on the pillow. Once he tucked the hearing aids in snuggly he relayed in a sleepy whisper what you’d told him. Nat remained silent, her expression growing graver with each passing moment. She’d begun combing her fingers carefully through your hair as Clint spoke. Your eye lids were red and puffed up from crying and roughly wiping away the tears with your hand. Even in sleep Natasha could see that you weren't peaceful.

Her gaze moved from your tired form to her boyfriend. He looked so dejected. One of his hands was still wrapped around you but the other had found Natasha’s. He gripped her fingers tightly, rubbing a thumb against the soft skin on the back of her hand. Nat smiled and brought his fingers to her lips, leaving a soft kiss there.

“Thank you for taking care of her,” Nat mumbled against his skin, her voice flowing with love and gratitude.

Clint smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll always take care of her. I’ll take care of the both of you. Don’t ever thank me for that,” he whispered.

Nat nodded and whispered, “I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.” When she rolled her eyes in denial at the proclamation Clint chuckled softly. The movement caused you to stir and you rolled over to face Natasha. Sleepily, you opened your eyes which were still sticky with half-dried tears. “Nat,” you croaked. “I—I’m sorry, an—and Clint’s le-leavi—”

She shushed you and snuggled closer, tucking your head under her chin, effectively cutting off an unnecessary apology. Clint moved closer behind you and you felt the two lovers joined hands resting on your back. Nat’s other hand was still stroking your hair as she whispered kind words and your blubbering ceased to silent tears falling on the pillow. Nat kissed your forehead softly.

Clint’s low voice vibrated through your back. “It’s okay, kiddo. Everything will be okay.” You murmured softly at his words as sleep claimed you once again in the warmth of their arms.

“Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Why?”

Natasha didn’t have to ask him to clarify. She knew exactly what he was asking. Why did you think those things? Why did you, a lovely, beautiful woman, think you were so repulsive? Why didn’t you see what he saw, what Nat saw, what everybody else saw? Why didn’t you believe them?

“I dunno. I don’t understand it either,” she replied glumly.

“I hate it.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

And like that, hands clasped tightly, holding the broken girl together between them, they drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

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thefanfichotspot · 7 years ago

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I was ecstatic to be a father. Not an ounce of me regretted anything that happened, and not a fiber in my body was nervous. I chose to embrace fatherhood with my all the second Cameron told me she was pregnant. While the conception of our daughter isn’t ideal, it didn’t matter to either of us. What mattered was we were expecting a beautiful little girl. Her room at my house was almost done and likewise for her mom’s house. She had two parents that loved her more than anything in this world and would do anything to keep her safe. She and I agreed that we wouldn’t become a statistic - having a child out of wedlock with parents that only argued about child support and things of that nature. Cam and I already agreed to the terms of how we would split custody and I was more than happy to give her two grand a month - and more if she needed it.

The crackling of the hot oil as it cooked the chicken dragged me from my thoughts, and I reached over to turn the dial down to lower the heat. I tossed a still-hot French fry in my mouth as I waited and dusted the flour off my hands. I hadn’t even swallowed yet, but the doorbell pulled me away from my current task at hand. I crossed the foyer and swung the door open, my grin mirroring the woman’s on the other side. “Baby moms!”

She couldn’t help but cut her eyes at me playfully, a small giggle eliciting from her lips as she kicked her shoes off and discarded them by the door. “That name is going to be the death of me, Trey. Am I early?”

I shrugged, and she followed me into the kitchen. I watched her slide into a chair at the kitchen table, her palm on her protruding belly protectively. “Lil bit, but it’s cool. The first batch is almost done anyway.” I dumped a handful of fries onto a plate and set it in front of her, sprinkling some seasoned salt on top.

“First batch of what? Trey, what are you feeding us?” Nevertheless, she helped herself.

“I told you I was gonna cook for you when you came over to talk, Cam,” I tittered, stealing a fry for myself. “But if you must know, it’s fried chicken and as you can see, French fries. I can make you something else if you want, I got some -”

“No no!” She stopped me with a laugh. “Trey this is fine, really. We’re hungry anyway. Isn’t that right, princess?” She tipped her chin downwards as she spoke to our unborn and I chuckled. “She said yes.”

“I heard her,” I teased. I got a pitcher of fresh lemonade from the fridge and poured her a glass with some ice cubes. “Big ass mouth like her dad.” When the chicken strips were nice and crispy, I removed them from the cooking oil to dry a little and to cool off, then I loaded up some plates for the both of us. “Careful, they’re still hot.”

She helped herself to some ketchup from the fridge and returned to her spot, squirting a puddle of it in the corner of her plate. “You know you never really told me where you learned to cook.”

“Shit, I thought I did,” I shrugged. “Learned from my mumma and grumma.”

She frowned, mouthing the words to herself. “Your who?”

I found myself laughing at her confusion. “My mom and grandma. That’s what I’ve always called them. Forrest and I both do.” It was true. I don’t remember how I got those names but they just stuck and when my brother grew up he wanted to do everything I did so of course he stole those names as well. Maybe it’s a southern thing, or maybe we’re just weird as hell. It was just me, my brother, and my mom in Richmond, Virginia. With the help of her mom, we grew into respectful young men and I was proud of the both of us. Forrest and I had different dads who weren’t in the picture, but that didn’t matter. We didn’t need them. “Anyway, I didn’t have a dad growing up, so I spent the majority of my time in the kitchen with my mom and grandma. Watching and learning.”

She nodded with her mouth full. “So you're still not in contact with your dad at all? Even now? You ever meet him?”

I shook my head as I swallowed. “He didn't care so I stopped waiting for my phone to ring. When I was younger, I always asked my mom if he was coming for my birthday or Christmas or something and she always said no. So I put two and two together and I stopped giving a fuck altogether.” I've only seen pictures of my dad when I worked up enough guts to look him up on Facebook. When I found what I was looking for, I deleted my account and never looked back. My mom doesn't even know I did it. Since Forrest and I have different dads, I briefly wondered if they left because of her - as if they were utterly repulsed by her or something. That thought didn't last long. They were ain't shit niggas and that's the end of that. “I ain't gonna do that to our kid.”

Cameron didn't have all those mood swings throughout her pregnancy. She wasn't over emotional all the time like people claim - if anything, she became overjoyed at the smallest things. Like now, she had tears in her eyes at my promise to her and our child. It gave me a good feeling. “That's sweet, Trey.” She finished off her fries and I unloaded another round of chicken to set aside in case she wanted more. “So I came over to talk to you about her, actually. We kinda discussed this but I wanted your opinion again.”

“Yeah, anything. What's up?”

She drummed her perfectly manicured nails against the hard surface and gnawed at her bottom lip. “I hope this isn't a weird question, but would you consider being there when she's born?”

I never even thought about that possibility. I felt weird since we weren't in a relationship. Yes I know I'm the biological father of the baby, but still. It felt...awkward. “Uh, in the delivery room? Like, as you're pushing? Hell, I never thought about it. I figured you would want your mom or someone else.”

Her lips twisted to the side as if she had something to hide, and the wheels were turning in her mind. “That's something else I wanted to talk to you about, Trey. I don't want to have her in a hospital.”

“You wanna have her in the back of a car or somethin’?”

She giggled with a shake of her head. “What? No, nothing like that. I want to have her at home.”

Oh...oh! “You can do that?” I've never heard of anybody giving birth at home - honestly I didn't know much about the concept to begin with so this was news to me. Intriguing, yes, but also...unnerving.

She nodded slowly, watching and waiting for my reaction. “With a midwife, yes. I can choose to do it in a tub of water too.”

Giving birth. In water. What a concept.

I rubbed the hairs on my chin as I thought. “You want to do it at your house and get blood everywhere? How is that gonna work, Cam?”

She was blushing in embarrassment - I must have sounded crazy. “I, uh, no...shoot, it's not messy like that. It's just more intimate and...never mind. I can do it in a hospital.”

“You're leaving it up to me to decide?” I questioned, chewing on my own lip. “Cam I can't make that decision for you. You're the one with the vagina so I support whatever you wanna do. It sounds interesting, not gonna lie. I'll read up on it so I don't go into it blindly, cool?”

She sipped on her beverage and dragged her eyes to me, her cheeks rosy with nervousness. A flicker of a smile tugged at her lips. “So that's a yes?”

The hopefulness in her pupils sparked a grin and I nodded. “That's a yes. I'm down for whatever you wanna do.”

She threw her arms around me as much as she could around her belly and I held her back, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, Trey! It'll be great, I promise!”

“Speaking of, lemme go get something before I forget.”

Nights were chilly, borderline freezing. I shoved my feet into a pair of timberlands, tossed on a snapback to conceal most of my face and flipped my hood over that as I slipped from the house and locked the door behind me. My breath created thin clouds of fog underneath the full moon, and I shivered at the thoughts of the make-believe monsters that roamed the night hours in search for their next victim.

After all, the freaks come out at night. Do they not?

Don't get it twisted; I'm not a mythical creature such as a vampire or werewolf but I can be seen as a predator that only comes out a night, but I wasn't hungry for flesh or blood. I was hungry for money and power. I craved it, fed on it. Power was in my blood, rushing through my veins.

The usual setting for our meet ups was surrounded by the familiar cars, but I knew better than to park with them; I parked a mile down the road. If shit went left, I didn't want the cops to have any evidence that I was there. Sure they could get my fingerprints, but I wasn't in the system because I didn't have a record - I made sure of that.

I tipped my chin downward with a nod as I slipped through the large metal door, brushing past the usual lookout. He returned my gesture with only a brief glance.

The rumble of voices welcomed me like any other night, only this time I could hear bits and pieces of what they were talking about and it didn't sound like it was good news. Usually we all discussed business and what wagers we were interested in regarding sports, but not tonight. The head of the establishment, Spyder, waved me over upon seeing me. “Trigga, I'm surprised you showed up tonight.”

I had an uneasy feeling, but I held my poker face. Always. “Why wouldn't I? What's goin’ on?”

He laughed out loud, “You haven't heard? One of these niggas tipped off the cops.” He narrowed his eyes at me accusingly, his graying eyebrows knitting together in the middle of his forehead.

“You don't think I told anybody, do you?” I barked back. I noticed a glass of whiskey in his hand, swirling it around tauntingly. “Spyder you know I wouldn't do that.”

“Do I?”

“I've been here since the beginning! How would I benefit from exposin’ this place?”

With alcohol in one hand, the other held a Cuban cigar. This really was a scene out of a movie or some shit. I briefly wanted to look around for a camera or something. The thin cloud of smoke left his lips slowly, mockingly. He resembled a lion stalking its prey. “You tell me.”

“Fuck this,” I grumbled under my breath. I didn't tell anything to anybody. Why would I? I would go down with all these niggas so why would I risk shit like that? I wouldn't. This was pretty much the highlight of my day, so I didn't see the need to take that away from myself. Spyder was fucking around with me and I did not have the time tonight.

“Yo Trig, you check the score tonight fam?” I didn't remember his name, or meeting him for that matter, but he glanced up from his iPhone screen with a Cheshire Cat smile. “Yo’ ass won! Warriors wiped the floor with the Rockets.”

That's thirty grand in my pocket. I checked the score just to make sure, as everyone was doing, and sure enough. My boys took home another win, even without Steph Curry. It was an easy win, but the punk who bet me didn't know any better; he was new around here. Everyone knows not to bet against the Warriors this season. They lost, what, nine games total in the season? Shit was a no brainer.

I honestly forgot they were playing tonight.

Axel dragged his feet over to me with a duffel bag full of money and he was almost pouting. “Damn man, I knew I shoulda listened to my gut.” He chuckled uneasily as if I was gonna hurt him - which I wasn't. “I figured since Curry was out, they wouldn't stand a chance.”

For this to be his first bet, I did kinda feel bad for him. “My nigga, one guy doesn't make a team. Don't give him that Lebron treatment. He thought he was the best player in the world, even admitted that in an interview, and what happened? He lost to the Warriors. Curry has enough common sense to remain humble.” I scratched at my beard and sighed. “I'll tell you what, keep ten grand for yourself. Just give me twenty.”

His eyes traveled from the bag to myself and back again before he unzipped it and took his cut. He handed the bag over to me and backed away before I changed my mind. With no need to stay any longer, I showed myself out and headed home.

I never accepted alcohol or drugs when I came here. I didn't want anything to sway my thinking, like them other niggas. They made it so easy to manipulate them into betting stupid shit. I used that to my advantage and no one has caught onto my games yet. They were too intoxicated to care that I was blowing through their retirement funds. Might as well just give me their entire life savings.

When I was safely in my car, I discarded my pair of gloves and removed my hat. I'm sure I looked crazy as hell wearing gloves but again, I didn't want to get caught up.

Since I was pretty much right up under Spyder on this food chain, that meant I had a lot of power. People knew not to mess with me when it came to money. I would never threaten physical harm like some of the other guys, but I knew how to get my point across with words; I didn't need to resort to violence. All this power meant I had more to lose, which made it more likely someone would try and jeopardize that for us all.

These guys also knew the risks of getting the authorities involved: making good on these threats. Their families, gone. Their homes, gone. Their lives, gone. It just wasn't worth it.

As long as I knew it wasn't me spilling the beans, I didn't give two fucks about who it was. I wouldn't go down with the rest of these niggas - it was impossible.

Right?

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chocmarss · 8 years ago

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while we’re at it

Summary: “I can't believe we're bathing in each others saliva,” Pidge muttered darkly while Lance and Hunk cheered in agreement, slicking her hair back so that none of the wet strands were in her eyes. “I am so going to figure out a better way to change this thing into shooting something else.”

voltron. team. gen. G (ao3)

A/N: I'm taking full advantage of Shiro's birthday because the poor guy deserves a break

Like Shiro, I need a break among this hellhole of a fandom and I dunno about you but some self indulgent gen is the perfect drug

Not beta'd we die with dignity

Enjoy!

Keith wasn't even religious to begin with, but he prayed to every god judging him that no one and nothing was going to attack them soon.

To say the least, the day wasn't going as well as they hoped it would, taking an unexpected turn where their mission was forced to put on hold. Worry overrode frustration, and it didn't take long before all of them were trying to call for an unresponsive Shiro through their helmets, reaching through their bonds again and again until the black lion had to send a growl of irritation for them to stop.

Keith was surprised that the lions were able to make that happen, and was even more astonished when Red’s guilt trickled into his own conscious, as if the black lion had directly told them to keep their paladins in check while it didn't let anyone near Shiro.

They knew the black lion was protective for its paladin, but they didn't know it would go through certain lengths by cutting off the rest of the paladins in order to keep him safe.

It was a relief that the Castle of Lions had zipped through a wormhole as soon as the lions landed safely in their hangars, retreating from a surprise attack that wasn't supposed to happen when they should be making an alliance with the natives. Tension rose high as four paladins scrambled out to make their way towards Shiro, calling for him repeatedly.

Keith was quick to get into the black lion, heart thudding against his sternum when dread was trying to sink its claws into his body.

Imagine his surprise when he found something he would never thought was actually possible.

“No.”

Shutting off the last of his thoughts, Keith peered over the tab to find Pidge slouching at the end of the sofa, her laptop perched perfectly on her abdomen while her feet planted firmly on the floor. Shiro stiffened at the sound of her voice, his hand hanging over the remote that was connected to her laptop.

Keith realised that it was the same remote Lance managed to grab from one of the aliens before they left, the same remote that changed Shiro into someone more...younger.

Shiro started back at her, his right hand still hovering in the air as he fingers twitched a bit in anticipation. “What?”

“You know what,” she said, giving him a pointed look through the rim of her glasses. “I told you to not touch anything.”

“I didn't,” he replied, sounding eerily calm for a six-year-old, his usual deepened voice now altered to suit his small body that Keith was still getting used to the sudden change of dynamics.

That didn't count the too-big tunic hanging to Shiro's knees as well as the pants they found that fit just right in the storage room, where all of them had dug through the dusted coated boxes to find something more suitable for him to wear in order to withstand the chilly hallways of the castle.

Even if Allura had wrinkled her nose at his outfit, Shiro seemed content enough to walk around with thick socks, since they couldn't find any shoes that were his size.

“You were going to,” Pidge dragged her unimpressed gaze towards the said hand, before giving him the same look. “Caught red-handed too.”

“I wanted to see what it does.”

“I thought you were solving Hunk's Oct.”

“I finished it,” Shiro told her with a small shrug, but pulled his hand back as it fell onto his lap with an inaudible slap. “And I got bored, so I wanted to see what you were doing.”

She blinked at him. “You finished- okay, alright. I shouldn't even be surprised,” She wiggled her fingers at him from her position. “Can I see it?”

Shiro stretched over to where the toy lay forgotten beside Keith -the same place they left Shiro to play with Hunk’s own version of a Rubik's cube, Keith recalled, before Keith himself wandered into Neverland the moment he took his eyes off him- and gave him a smile. “Hi, Keith.”

“Hi.” Keith eyed the way Shiro dragged himself across the sofa to make his way back to Pidge, who let out an appreciative hum when he dropped the solved toy in her hand. “Did you find anything, Pidge?”

“Still working on it,” she turned over the toy, where it took the shape of an octagon with the same concept of the original Rubik's cube back on Earth, and you had to drag your finger across the surface instead of turning it around mechanically. “I’m making sure we know what we're doing here, because I don't want to mess anything up if we're not careful.”

There were questions that Keith wanted answered, but he knew that she was doing everything she can and he didn't want to pressure her into making accidents, not when Shiro's life was at the line. “Is it going to take long?”

“When I'm done, you’ll be the first one to know,” she snorted lightly, giving him a look. “Have some faith in me, would you?”

“I'm just worried,” he grumbled, looking down to the tab in his hand again, but not really seeing the text. “That's it.”

“We all are, but I've been at this for a little more than three hours, and lemme tell you, I need to dissect their code in order to know what's going on in that thing,” she tapped the Oct on each side before the colours began to move into a frenzy. Once everything was back to its clustered mess, she passed it towards Shiro again. “Go wild.”

Shiro groaned, but nonetheless took it from her. It was strange to see how freely he was able to express his emotions like this; contrary to his older self, refusing to show any sort of dissatisfaction since he was always busy trying to maintain the team’s stability by making sure nothing falls apart. “You messed it up again.”

“That's the whole point.”

“I heard the distress of a little man,” Lance announced as he stepped into the room with Hunk right behind him. “No worries, because we're here to save the day.”

Keith saw them carrying a medium sized box each, and frowned suspiciously at Lance's grin. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” Lance drawled, setting the box in the middle of the clearing that managed to catch Shiro's attention as well. Curious grey eyes keenly watched the way Hunk’s box joined his on the floor too. “Since there's basically nothing fun on this ship, all of you are going to join us in this thing Hunk and I made.”

“Did you even help?” Pidge scoffed, straightening herself up to have a look as well.

“I'm just gonna ignore your criticism because I did, in fact, help Hunk in designing these babies so that it would look super cool,” Lance waggled his eyebrows at Shiro. “Specially made for you, little guy.”

“What is it?” Shiro slipped down the sofa to pad his way towards the boxes, Oct forgotten in his hand as he stood beside Hunk.

“Oh, you're going to love this,” Hunk began, a large smile on his own face as he opened the flaps of his box to reveal something inside, and Shiro scooted nearer to have a look. “Completely harmless, mind you, and suitable for every age. So, no one's going to accidently knock anyone else out, or even put them in the cryopod if we get a little too rough.”

“I'm beginning to have some doubts,” Keith said dryly, but nonetheless set aside the tab to mimic Shiro's movement as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “What did you make, anyway?”

Shiro reached inside and took one out, eyes sparkling with excitement when Keith realised he was holding onto a smaller version of Lance's blaster, silver exterior gleaming slightly under the room light as Shiro turned it over in wonder. “Cool.”

“You’re giving him a gun?” Pidge exclaimed, snapping into attention at the same time Keith stood up abruptly, both of them glaring at their fellow teammates. “How is that harmless?”

“No, no, no! You guys got it all wrong- okay, look,” Lance took out another one of them from his own box, taking an aim at Keith’s chest that caused the later to flinch slightly, but immediately bore his murderous glower as Lance continued to explain. “It's a water gun. Hunk and I thought it’d be cool to have one of these to fool around with, to pass the time or something.”

“But, water is pretty limited,” Keith interjected as he knelt beside Shiro, who was busy aiming the nozzle of the water gun to each of them, play shooting them with each ‘blam’. “How are we supposed to use this if we don't have enough water?”

“That's the best part,” Hunk began with a grin, taking one out for himself. “Instead of using water to fill in these guns, we use gas, where we just blow into the back of them, and then we get free water anywhere we are the moment gas changes into liquid. As shown,”

He brought the butt of the water gun near his lips, blowing onto the small piece of metal embedded into gun. After the third time, Hunk aimed at Lance, pressing into the trigger before a spurt of water hit him in the shoulder that caused Lance to protest as he tried to block it with a hand.

Pidge let out a low whistle. “Impressive.”

“The wonders of matter and kinetic energy,” Hunk chuckled appreciatively.

Keith was about to reach over to take one for himself when a sudden blast of water shot at his back, causing him to yelp in surprise. When he swiveled over to have a look, the culprit was already running out of the room, little feet pattering on the floor as Shiro laughed in victory. “Yes! I got Keith!”

The others laughed along as Keith gaped after him, not before snapping his attention towards both Lance and Hunk as he grabbed for his water gun.

“Oh no,” Hunk muttered, both he and Lance backing up with their guns gripped in their hands while Keith began huffing air into the gun determinedly.

“Shiro! Wait for us!” Lance hauled Hunk with him towards the door, where they chased after their small Black Paladin who was already out of sight.

Keith could see the way the bars of his gun filled up to the top, and Pidge was already at his side picking up her own gun, studying it with a brush of her finger. Then, a slow smile began to grow, where she shot the same mischievous look towards him. “Wanna team up?”

“To get back at them? Sure,” the corner of his lips twitched as he stood up. “Let's go.”

Slowly, as if they were in enemy territory, they pressed themselves against the walls, slightly cautious at the silence the hallways provided them with. With a nod towards Pidge, Keith opened the doors to poke his head out.

“Fire!”

Three streams of water made him jerk his head back, and Pidge chuckled lowly under her breath, her own water gun filled to the top.

“Let's roll.”

They got out and began shooting at the three paladins, and Keith found himself facing Lance at the front while Shiro was perched onto Hunk's shoulders, all of them with large grins on their faces.

He was able to see Shiro's missing two front teeth as well.

“Enemy breached!” Shiro shouted, taking an aim at Pidge's head, causing her to splutter out water indignantly. “Form Voltron!”

“I can't believe we're bathing in each others saliva,” Pidge muttered darkly while Lance and Hunk cheered in agreement, slicking her hair back so that none of the wet strands were in her eyes. “I am so going to figure out a better way to change this thing into shooting something else.”

“While you do that, I think we better run,” Keith said, pointing towards where the other three were giving them shit-eating grins. “We're out numbered.”

Her eyes widened when the trio aimed their guns towards them. “Oh, damn.”

In the end, all of them were drenched as they squelched their way through the hallways of the castle, laughing and enjoying themselves after a long while as the initial tension drained out, problem forgotten for the time being.

“Well,” Lance began when all of them tried to catch their breath at the ballroom. He offered his arms towards Shiro, who slipped away from Hunk's shoulders and jumped into his embrace, letting out a breathless chuckle at the impact. “You guys lost.”

Keith scowled, shoving the gun in the back pocket of his pants. “No way. We were even.”

“Nah,” Lance raised an eyebrow at Shiro, jolting him slightly. “What do you say, huh? Do you think they're sore losers?”

Shiro hummed thoughtfully, tapping the gun against his chin as he scrutinised both Keith and Pidge. “They played fair, like we did.”

“So,” Hunk drew out the word when he didn't continue, watching Shiro curiously. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“We won.” Shiro declared with a nonchalant shrug, but his grin was huge. “Because I shot Keith first.”

“That's hardly fair,” Pidge pointed out, but jokingly ruffled her hair that caused the rest of them to protest when they were hit with a rain of water. “But fine, you get to be unfair just this once.”

“And, since all of this playing is making me hungry,” Hunk began, clasping his hands together with a smile. “How about some snacks, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, let's eat that pie you made, Hunk,” Lance began, settling Shiro to his feet. “The one that's still in the oven, because it smelled awesome when I got in the kitchen just now.”

Hunk blinked at him in confusion. “I didn't make any pie.”

“Uh, yes, you did? It's in the kitchen, I smelled it.”

“Even if there was pie, I didn't make it.”

Lance paused, squinting at him. “Are you sure?”

Hunk put his hand up. “Scout's honour.”

“Well, someone actually made it and I know for sure that Coran wouldn't bake something as earthly as that,” Lance stopped, reconsidering his words. “Unless, Altea had pies like us, then that'd be cool too.”

“I've been working on that remote for the whole day,” Pidge reminded them. “So, no, it wasn't me.”

“Lance and I had been busy with the guns.” Hunk pointed out.

At once, the dawn of realisation began to sink in when they turned their gaze onto Keith, who wouldn't meet their eyes as he squeezed the water out of his gloves.

“Dude,” Hunk began, laughter and disbelief mingling in his tone that made Keith hunched his shoulders to his ears; it was considerably odd that they were beginning to colour too. “You bake?”

“Maybe,” Keith shook the last of the water from the gloves, still refusing to look at them.

“You totally did,” Lance snickered. “I didn't know you can make anything edible.”

“One of the foster mums taught me how to bake,” Keith lifted his head, eyes warning them to not say anything. “And, it stuck. So yes, it was me.”

“What flavour?” Pidge asked, a combination of awe and doubt.

He shrugged. “It looked like blueberries, but tasted like bananas. So, I tried to improvise.”

“Oh, those things,” Hunk nodded, untying his band to twist the water out as well. “Yeah, I thought they were good for bread too. But, good call on the pie.”

“But, that's all I'm making,” Keith quickly added, combing his fingers through his wet hair. “I'm leaving all the cooking stuff to Hunk. Don't make me do anything else.”

“I feel safer when it's only Hunk,” Lance announced with a swing of his arm over his friend's shoulders, grinning at him. “Feeding me with love and care.”

Hunk chuckled, warmed and embarrassed as he patted his back. “I'm glad you enjoyed it.”

Lance gave him a mock salute. “An honour, captain.”

“All this talk about food is making me hungry,” Pidge began. “Let's go try Keith's banana-blueberry pie.”

When they began to walk, Keith offered his hand towards Shiro, and small fingers latched onto him as they made their way towards the kitchen. Shiro tugged onto his hand to get his attention, and Keith had to lean down to hear what he had to say when his voice dropped down into a whisper. “I think you're great at making pies.”

Keith blinked in surprise, before offering him a small smile while Shiro looked at him with wide expectant eyes, almost as if he was making sure Keith knew that he meant what he said. “Thanks, Shiro.”

With a satisfied nod, Shiro began swinging their arms together as they continued their way.

Keith felt quite satisfied with that, and he thought the day wasn't as bad as he thought earlier.

Anyway, he managed to hit every single one of them more than twice with his saliva-gun, so yes, it was a good day.

#Voltron #Voltron Legendary Defender #Takashi Shirogane #Keith Kogane #Lance McClain #Hunk Garrett #Pidge Gunderson #Katie Holt #Keith #Shiro #Lance #Pidge #Hunk #marswrites #marsrb #team

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bpdkipland · 8 years ago

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literally do them all lmao For the strawberry: a lizard person, a little gray alien, an orb, and the Burger King himself For mr horse: ur opinion on the Charmin toilet paper bears

thank you so much anon fuc ily

🐰 what is one secret that you’ve never told anyone?

yikes startin out w a hard one then um when i was a kid i had such a stressful emotional time that it caused me to wet the bed until i was like 12 or 13? it was fuct up

💗 if you could hug anyone, who would it be?

probs my crush or my friend jacob bc he gives gr8 hugs ♥♥

🐹 what are some of your favourite Pokémon and why?

Lugia bc when i was little i had a card that was all holographic and it had lugia on it. i never really got super into pokemon lol

🌠 if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like?

oh god it would be a mess

👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had?

honestly the only one coming to mind is the one i had as a kid where this creature opened up its head and ate my sister and im still scared of going outside in the dark to this day bc of it

☀️ what do you like the most about your best friend?

i have multiple best friends but theyre mostly all there for me whenever i need them? like one time jacob drove from the other side of town to give me earbuds bc i had lost mine

😘 talk about your crush or partner

GOD my crush is a literal angel???? like????? hoy fuk i love her so much she’s so sweet and kind and caring and she just radiates light and love and i got to kiss her on new years ♥♥♥♥

💁 if someone was rude to you, would you be rude back?

depends on HOW rude they were. like,... i was nice to my ex for so long lol

🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!)

i like my nose, freckles, and the fact that im Nice

🐾 what are you scared of most? how will you overcome it?

well its being abandoned by everyone i love and guess what thats starting to happen and im coping lmao

🎁 what never fails to make you happy?

this video

💙 what annoys you about some people?

if they chew with their fockin mouth open i die

😤 do you get angry easily?

nope i actually am pretty slow to anger lol

🐇 what do you always daydream about?

do intrusive thoughts of people coming on to me count

🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change?

well no offense but republicans would be illegal. sent off to an island not allowed to communicate with the rest of the world lol, strawberries would be in season year round, and weed would be legal bc i cant think of anything else

🍓 send me 4 names: kiss, befriend, kill or marry?

kiss: orb ♥♥befriend: lizard person kill: k i l l t h e b o r g (burger king) marry: gray alien

✈️ what is your dream city and why?

ive not been to any good cities so i dont know

☕️ talk about your ideal day

hanging out with all my friends, they dont all hate each other, we all watch movies in a big cuddle puddle and im in the middle of it ♥♥

🌸 are you an introvert, ambivert or extrovert?

definitely an ambivert.

💧 when was the last time you cried?

fuck????? i dont remember???? my eyes welled up yesterday does that count

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment

in no particular order: 1. Come On Eileen 2. Insomnia (by Dirty Heads) 3. Birdhouse in Your Soul4. Ana Ng5. Moving On (by James)

⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why?

pyrokinesis so i can light all abusers on fire lol

💛 if you could talk to your younger self, what would you say?

Listen, kid, there’s a reason you hate yourself and there’s a reason you wanna die all the time but lemme tell you, it ain’t worth it. those hospital stays aren’t worth it. you might not believe it but you’re over 250 days clean! didn’t think you’d make it this far, huh? you also made it to 18 years of age. you’re gonna be okay, kid.

💚 who are you jealous of and why?

myself when i’m in a nice mood bc like??? shut yo nice ass up

💎 which one would you rather have more of: intelligence, beauty, kindness, wealth or bravery? why?

bravery honestly. i have reasons but i dont have words for the reasons rn

🙊 what are you ashamed of?

um that secret i told the fuck

🌺 which languages do you know? which do you want to learn?

i know English and tiny bits of French and i’d love to become fluent in French and Italian?

🍀 if you could be any fictional character’s best friend/lover, which fictional character would you be?

i wanna be best friends with mike wazowski

☁️ talk about your dream universe.

???????

💜 which acts of kindness are you going to do today?

it’s a bit late but did do some dishes for my mom cleaned off my desk so i could start painting again :>

🐬 if you could transform into any animal/magical creature, what would you be and why?

new c/r/yptid: Lance Cube.

🍄 talk about someone/something you really dislike

y’know when ur eyes just start crying when the rest of u is fine?? like wow i didnt know i was supposed to be emotional but ig????

😣 talk about some things that have been making you depressed/angry/anxious lately

i’m anxious because my doctors office isnt giving my medical records to the michigan works people im working with so they cant open a case for me, making it so they cant help me find a job bc of my mental illnesses

🍪 what did you want to be as a kid, and what do you want to be now?

i wanted to be a veterinarian but now i wanna be a zookeeper

🍰 what are some of your favourite sugary foods?

i loooove peach rings and sour patch kids and !!!! strawberry shortcake

🍑 what are you obsessed with?

animal crossing tbh i love it so much

💘 what happens to you when you’re stressed?

i get auditory hallucinations and i just start crying no matter what stressed mood im in. angry stressed? crying. happy stressed? crying. anxious stressed? crying

😪 what are you sick of?

having kidney disease??? ?

🙀 are you an adrenaline seeker?

i mean? sometimes? but yall gotta talk me into going on roller coasters

💥 what are some unpopular opinions that you have?

red beet eggs are my LIFE if i could eat them daily i would die, peppers are fucking gross, and tea is fucking gross unless its Tea

☔️ would you consider yourself a good person?

i like to think i am a good person?

😊 what do you like to do as hobbies?

draw & sing!!!!

🎤 what’s the last song you hummed or sang by yourself?

You Ain’t No Saint by Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties

🐝 what’s your worst trait? how are you planning to improve it?

I’m annoying. I plan on improving it by shutting my ass up

🎨 what do you always doodle when you’re bored?

i draw people and eyes mainly. and the occasional hand

🐻 what’s stopping you from chasing your dreams?

i’m too shy and bisexual for this

🌷 what’s your mbti personality and why do you think it suits you?

fuck i dont remember i just know i have the same one as Fox Mulder and thats why it fits me lmao

🐶 send me 3 fictional people and I’ll choose my favourite!

...u didnt give me 3 ppl....

👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why?

mothman because he’s my boyfriend

🐴 opinion on __? (Charmin Toilet Paper Bears)

they wipe my ass for me

🍋 do you consider yourself an emotional person?

i used to be. now im not so sure.

📚 share 3 books that you love and your favourite quote from them.

yall i’ve only read 3 books

😔 what do you always do when you feel sad? does it help?

i usually mope around and sleep a lot. it doesnt help usually.

😌 what thoughts keep you going when you’re sad?

Death Anxiety

🌍 which country do you live in?

USA!

🐧 describe yourself in 3 words

needy, petty, and damaged

🐵 which quotes changed you?

“What’s your Fursona�� - @thebpdevil“Your job is to break death’s heart”

💭 do you keep a diary?

I keep a bullet journal!! i think thats kinda similar

💫 who inspires you?

honestly my dad??? but also idk :/

👻 do you believe in ghosts and why?

hell YES because i am one

🎀 what’s your fashion sense like?

department store clearance section & band merch

🎬 what are some of your favourite films?

Heathers, Taken, Girl Interrupted, and if u watch the OA in one shot it counts as a movie i’m counting it

🍦 what is one treasured childhood memory?

Throwing mashed potatoes at my sister.

🐱 what’s your dream pet like?

Cat snake (ferret) who loves to cuddle and doesnt bite :-)

🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be?

probably???? um???? Patrick Stump or Pete Wentz honestly.

HOO THIS WAS FUN AND IT TOOK OVER AN HOUR TO DO THANK YOU

#asks #anon #Anonymous

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 7 years ago

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Girls’ Last Tour 1 - 2 | Juuni Taisen 4 - 5 | Ancient Magus’ Bride 2 - 3 | Idolish7 1 - 2

The only one I’ve properly kept up with out of my 5 shows this season is Juuni Taisen, so I’m going to roll out the tag for that show first. Also, the Idolish7 first two episodes became free recently so I cover them here too.

Girls’ Last Tour 1

Pipes…grunge…hey, doesn’t this look familiar? *glares at Princess Principal*

I’ve only seen one episode of Made in Abyss but I get a bad feeling about these character designs…

I’m worried about this falling into the Yuri Divide. Sure,the fandom can do what it wants, but please don’t ship the lolis.

Oh right. Wind, meaning there’s an opening somewhere.

That dramatic eye opening made the outside world seem like an anticlimax. C’mon, show. You can do better than that.

I feel like Chito says “shut up” a lot, even though she’s only said it twice. I get how she’s kind of relatable, but this show’s not on the level of MMO Junkie or even Juuni Taisen. It’s just kinda…average.

Did Tangled ever teach you how to use a pan, Yuu?

Everything’s kinda WWI-esque. It’s kinda unsettling for a person who’s never properly seen war.

Even in this snowy world, you could still learn to hunt and cook, right?

If you kill your friend in a post-apocalyptic world, you’ll be lonely by war. Don’t kill each other, kiddos. Lives are precious.

This is serious, kiddos! C’mon!

Eating snow is meant to quench your thirst, but it’s not any good for hunger. Apparently.

Well, I’m quite lukewarm on this. I’ve already found my seasonal hits and I study globalisation, so it’s no surprise I find this stuff a lot like my weekly content. Nonetheless, whoever decided to put Classicaloid behind a paywall’s gonna have to pay (pun not intended)!

Girls’ Last Tour 2

I half expect a “hey you!” joke but they don’t work in Japanese…

What are the wiggly things on the ground next to Chi and Yuu in the OP??? Leeches???

Oh geez. Now they even draw cleavage on the lolis. Meaning these guys are just drawn young. That’s both a good and a bad thing.

Those letters seem to be…no language in particular.

Book burning. What a thing to throw in.

Oh. The blocky writing is actually hiragana or katakana. You just need to look at it closely.

I think that was meant to be comedy…but it was so cruel. Poor book.

I think what they’re saying is “don’t burn history”, but I think we learnt that a long time ago when the Chinese burnt books.

Maybe if these gals had Bear Grylls they’d survive a bit longer…?

Lemme guess: either Yuu burnt them all, destroyed them all or read them all.

The original joke was gomen wa, where ne is similar to wa. At least, I think it’s a wa. It could be a re.

The red circle said Yuu wrote the me wrong, so it’s actually probably gonun ne.

Well, someone funded a sakuga ending. Like the one from ACCA with dancing Lotta.

Juuni Taisen 4

I find it heavily symbolic that Nezumi likes eating eggs. Eggs represents chickens…and conundrums…

Ooh…bam. Nisio Isin’s going the Middle Eastern proxy route.

Hmm. Interesting, it’s basically Bystander Effect: the War.

The anime’s currently ahead of the manga, so I got slightly startled by Boar’s appearance. However, I’ve read some spoilers elsewhere, so I knew she was going to be in Monkey’s story somewhere else. I just didn’t think it was this soon.

Recycled footage…bad show! Bad!

LOL, CGI tank. Sorry for ruining the mood, but that stood out a bit too much for my liking.

“…participation is mandatory…” – Huh. I never saw that detail coming.

“Ow. I thought you were against violence.” – (LOL.) Yeah, but apathy isn’t good when something’s coming to get you in the sewers, so I’m with Monkey on this.

Wa-wait! Y’mean, Rabbit can use Chicken to use Eye of the Cormorant…so Monkey will die this ep??? [Monkey dying]’s exactly what I’ve been fearing for the duration of this episode. Update: If you want the spoiler version from the end of the ep…she didn’t die.

Notice Monkey uses moves that use the strength of her opponent against her. It’s a very pacifist touch, so to speak.

There are a series of images that flash by before the casual clothes part of the ED. If you observe them closely, you’ll see a lot of them involve the number 12. (Example: the cubes have lines on them that read “12”.)

LOL, I think I only just now spotted the bodyguard behind Boar. He’s hard to spot behind all the splatter.

Home boy and his T-bars make me laugh every time. Then of course, there’s Mr Floofy Jacket.

Oh, it’s Duodecuple who’s doing these next ep previews. I couldn’t figure out who it was last time I tried.

Juuni Taisen 5

Genius, with a capital letter? They keep calling him the Genius of Slaughter in his backstory, so I guess that’s where it’s from.

A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing is the same in Japanese as it is English, so at least the pun is there.

LOL, this episode is pretty much all “stuff goes kaboom!”, and that’s pretty much the way of the Sheep. Haha.

Of mice and men, eh??? (I read enough spoilers to know who the victor is…but I don’t know how they win.)

Whoa, yeah, baby! Bring that action! (That happens to be exactly the way I imagine my own action stories – from the front seat, so to speak.)

The snake’s winking! So cute! I want me some plushies like those!

Old-Timer. Haha, great pun on so many, many levels.

Ancient Magus’ Bride 2

I started doing a productivity blog and got caught up in it so much, I neglected anime! Imagine that – me, neglecting anime!

Oh, there’s a little “open” sign near the door.

It’s anime Hogwarts! Only the train is more colorful…LOL. (Actually, Little Witch Academia is anime Hogwarts, so scratch that.)

Ooh, Elias has a good taste in faces. Not that I’m complaining or anything. (Looks like En-chan, to boot.)

Elias is like the NEET genius of the magic world here. It’s kinda funny.

What’s a Gem’s Bee? (No spoilers, I’m not a manga reader!)

Angelica’s like her (Chise’s) mother, LOL. Seeing Elias properly emote is hilarious, hilarious! (Why I procrastinated on this show? Because it’s a slow mover that should be appreciated in its own time, but I’m not good with binging so…that’s why I’m only watching it now.)

Oh! No wonder Angelica seems like a mother. She is a mother.

Ooh! Ice flowers. Pretty. I’ve already gotten way too many screenshots for my own good out of this show…As a writer, I feel like I could never make a story like this.This is a story best fostered under someone else’s hand.

Poppies, eh? To me, poppies symbolise war and sticking out, but that’s just a product of where I was born. In the case of war, poppies represent the blood of the fallen and those who rise above that.

Speaking of stories I couldn’t write, I’m currently bringing Next to Me to a close. I feel like that’s my best match to AMB, which is why my thoughts dwell on stories so much right now. Next to Me is one of those stories where the world matters just as much as the character building, if not more, which is why the understated majesty of AMB is a good match.

Seeing a blonde Englishman use –kun like a Japanese is a bit disorienting.

Simon really treats Chise like a child, eh?

The “open” sign now says “close”. What is this house, an apothecary?

The CGI door was a bit weird…

Whoa! That was a bit of a fast approach into the dragon scene, but apparently the dragon part of AMB was really hyped…

Ancient Magus’ Bride 3

How does skelly-man see like that?

The dragons look like…Pokémon! (That was my first thought, LOL.)

This blonde is Lindel from the promo material I’ve read. He looks like zaShunina (Kado), so it’s best to be wary of him.

Ooh, now there’s an application of shadows I’d never be able to think of!

Holy flame spirits, Batman! Elias has a tongue! (I got spoilered on that by ANN, but it’s crazy seeing it in context.)

Ancient mages shouldn’t be hot like zaShunina! Where are the real old fogeys like Kiku(hiko, SGRS)?

Uncle Nevin! I found it extremely charming this uil has a name beyond “Uil”.

Can these dragons read minds? Or is it just the power of Dragon Knowledge (TM)?

When they say “Anime saved my life”, I guess they never meant it this literally…or at least, Chise never meant it this literally.

That dragon has way too many eyes!!! Yipes.

Huh. I haven’t felt this feeling since SGRS. The feeling of a masterpiece on my eyeballs.

羽鳥チセ <- That’s how you write Chise’s name, so they did another “Western creature uses Japanese knowledge” thing…

D’aww. That was beautiful! No wonder people like it, now I like it too. Nothing short of majestic, guys, nothing short of majestic.

Hey, the guy who voiced Nevin is called Ryuuzaburo. Ryuu means dragon in this case. (Meta pun!)

Idolish 7 1

Crunchyroll really tried to hype this thing up! Wow. So, here I am at what could pretty much be called a premiere event of the simulcast commentary. Enjoy, friends.

By the way, I’ve tried a bit of the Idolish 7 game (but since it was on BlueStacks, I couldn’t do the “rhythm” part of the rhythm game very well and subsequently couldn’t get too far) and of course, there’s a vested interest through Shirai, Masuda and Nishiyama. Update: There’s no Nishiyama in sight. Sorry, guys.

Oh wow. This is exactly as I remember it in the game, right down to the word!

Yay! I was looking forward to seeing the basketball scene adapted, since it’s possibly the only scene I got to experience in the game in its (Japanese) entirety. Bring the dang game to the Western world, Bandai!

Riku is such a pure cinnamon bun when he gets the basketball back.

LOL, Nagi is such a flirt, kyaa~ (semi-sarcastic).

I don’t remember them dropping Trigger’s name so early…geesh, my memory must be sketchier than I thought it was.

Just as a reference, Iori (black) is 17 while Riku (red) is 18.

Ooh, I just spotted a Trigger ad on one building during that cut.

Ooh, good sense of drama these guys have got going.

Idolish 7 2

Expressiveness for a grump like Yamato, LOL.

LOL, there’s a shark in the back…

Iori has a cat shirt, hahaha.

Cool and sharp…stationery? Like a compass?

Iori’s so sarcastic, I can’t tell f he’s ever being serious or not.

I don’t know who’s my favourite so far out of these i7 boys. Probably the one similar to my husbando, Tamaki.

Ahh, gotta love me a good, honest hardworking anime gal. You don’t see them very often, y’know. It’s refreshing.

That was a great Iori impression Mitsuki did, even visually (note: I didn’t listen to Mitsuki do the impression, I only read the subs…hence my comment). Troyca really captured the style of the game, to boot, which is another cherry on the cake.

Notice Iori stands in front of the D.C. (da capo) and leaves to reveal it.

I researched who Riku’s brother is while I was watching ep 1 and…(spoilers for the uninitiated!) the brother is Tenn of Trigger!

There was a soba ad in the back in one lingering shot…

Hey, I get the feeling there’s CGI involved in this dance segment, but it’s…hardly detectable! Amazing! These guys seem to have gone a long way since the horribly animated Monster Generation MV.

Notice they (Troyca) only use CGI in (mostly) shots which don’t involve closeups.

Of course Nagi winks in the middle of his performance…

Whoo, yeah. That was a bold move by Crunchyroll, and of course that would grab me more than just leaking the first ep. I wonder if any critics covered this on their blogs…? Or would it not matter, since critics wouldn’t cover this “uncritical slop” anyway? Nonetheless, I covered it, and that’s what matters! (Update: Yeah, all the critics – Frog-kun, Lauren in Space, Mage in a Barrel etc. - passed on it. As expected of those critics…)

#simulcast commentary #girls' last tour #ancient magus bride #juuni taisen #zodiac war #idolish7 #shoujo shuumatsu ryokou #Chesarka watches Juuni Taisen #mahoutsukai no yome #Chesarka watches MahoYome #Chesarka watches Shoujo Shuumatsu Ryokou #Chesarka watches Idolish7

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rawitafk · 7 years ago

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From Produce 101 S2 to Wanna One

Hi ya! I’m back!! Waw its beeeen soooo long since last time I wrote something here. Many things happened to me when I was hiatus here.. I watched BTS CNBLUE and EXO concert again!! Yesss!!! And now, guess what?! I have new favorite group! Duuuh its so hard to resist this group.. bcs I’ve been with them since D-0 even way before! The group is called Wanna One! Do you remember when I promised not to like any other group than CNBLUE EXO BTS? Lol sorry I broke my promise and I stan this group so hard! Btw I have done all requirements to be a full doctor, and now I’m officially a full doctor!! I will turn 27 years old this september.. ewrr time flies and here I am, still stuck in Korean world.. HAHA.. but I do hope I will find my other half soon! Aaaamiiin! Back to previous topic, sorry for interrupting haha.. Lemme explain you about my new favorite group, Wanna One. The group consists of 11 members, chosen by National Producer from a show called Produce 101. What is produce 101? Produce 101 is actually a survival show where 101 trainees from different labels competing to be top 11 based on voting system. So basically, Wanna One consists of 11 members from various labels.

Wanna members, in their ranking order, are: 1. Kang Daniel (vocal/rapper, born in 1996, MMO trainee) 2. Park Jihoon (vocal/rapper, born in 1999, Maroo ent trainee) 3. Lee Daehwi (vocal, born in 2001, Brand New Music trainee) 4. Kim Jaehwan (main vocal, born in 1996, individual trainee) 5. Ong Seungwoo (lead vocal, born in 1995, Fantagio trainee) 6. Park Woojin (main rapper, born in 1999, Brand New Music trainee) 7. Lai Guanlin (rapper, born in 2001, Cube trainee) 8. Yoon Jisung (vocal, born in 1991, MMO trainee) 9. Hwang Minhyun (lead vocal, born in 1995, Pledis trainee, Nu'est member) 10. Bae Jinyoung (vocal, born in 2000, C9 ent trainee) 11. Ha Sungwoon (main vocal, born in 1994, Ardor&Able/StarCrew trainee, Hotshot member)

So based on the ranking, their center is Kang Daniel. The leader is Yoon Jisung bcs he is the oldest and wisest like a mom (the members call him jisungmom). The second oldest Ha Sungwoon is called “Aunty” or 이모 bcs he talks too much lol. And the father is Hwang Minhyun bcs he has father-like figure.

Before stanning this group, I watched all Produce 101 S2 eps. I didnt watch first season bcs the trainees were girls (I only know their debut group I.O.I) hahaa.. and for S2 bcs they are boys so why not trying?

Okay so there were interesting story about Produce 101 S2. People said its gonna be a flop variety show like boys24 at first.. but then many ppl attracted to this show bcs Jang Moonbok, a trainee with long hair with previous experience when auditioning a show called superstar K. He was a child back then and his rap was not clear and ppl call it funny. So many people esp men, got interested to Produce 101 S2 bcs they want to see how Jang Moonbok improve his rap and performance. Beside moonbook, the show also got quite known bcs 나야나 (It’s Me/Pick Me) performance by all PD101 S2 trainees. Ppl found attractive trainee called “wink boy”. Yes he is Park Jihoon!

Okay now its time to talk about me.. my journey with Produce 101 lol. At first I know this show was gonna airing soon but for exact date, I had no idea, so I didnt tune on mnet and missed the first eps. I found couples videos of their trainees: the PR videos, meringue-time videos, eye-contact videos. I know some other trainees beside moonbok and jihoon, like nu'est members, samuel, ha sungwoon (just know the name bcs of BTS’ Jimin, but I didnt recognize his face), and I have no idea about other trainees. I actually didnt know which trainee I should support, so I chose it by seeing the their eye-contact video thumbnail. I found an interesting one, he looked handsome, and I click it, oh he sang Dean “half moon” my favorite song! His voice is good and sweet, and his face is handsome. Then I checked the name, ahhh it was Ha Sungwoon! Wow he is that jimin’s friend whom I didnt recognize his face before. He is good! So I decided to pick this guy as my favorite.

So back to pd101 story, I missed the first eps so I watch the 2nd eps and I saw amazing perfomance from my pick, Ha Sungwoon with his labelmate Noh Taehyun. They performed Block B “Very good”. It was amazing and breath-taking! Damn I love it so much! They got A grade and I was so happy! I thought “this is good my pick is qualified and indeed talented! I’m not wrong in choosing trainee!. Ah btw, 1st and 2nd episode for Produce 101 is for company performance. So all trainees from same label perform something and then they were given A-F grade individually based in their performances by the trainers. It took so long to watch all performances tbh haha.. while watching, I recognized a pink-hair trainee, Kang Daniel! He was cute but not that attractive for me, but he was easily recognized bcs of his pink hair. Also yoon jisung bcs his reaction was always dramatic. I also recognize for level A trainees such as Ong seungwoo and BNM boys daehwi woojin, sewoon with his vocal and guitar and Jaehwan with his skyfall performance! Also cube performance (Yoo Seunho and Lai Guanlin) with basic dance HAHA THEY WERE SO CUTE I CANT! They were called byeongari trainees.

Okay theeeen the broadcast keep going on. My pick, sungwoon, was ranked 30 something.. so sad! The first one was Jihoon (yeah Wink power) and second one was moonbok. For the rest members I didnt remember exactly but I remember only ong seungwoo, guanlin, daehwi, jinyoung, minhyun who were on top 11 for the first ranking announcement. As the episodes continue, there were many changes on the ranking. It was quite drastic tbh.

For the first elimination ranking, my pick sungwoon was 21. Jihoon 1, jisung 3, ong 4, daniel 5, daehwi 7, guanlin 9, minhyun 11 Others were not in top 11. I thought “it needs lot efforts to get sungwoon to top 11 omg his rank is only 20 over its gonna be hard). Woojin was also came from bottom rank, he was 20 something too but I forgot.

So after first elimination, the trainees left was only 60 and they were divided to perform based on vocal, rap, or dance. I always read pd101 updates, basically many knets love woojin and I was sure he could make it on top 11 but not with sungwoon.. Sungwoon teamed up with minhyun jisung jaehwan hyunbin to perform "Downpour” as vocal team. Omg I really love it! Sungwoon was so emotional and all trainees including me, cried together. It was so touching. Up until now I never get bored seeing and listening to their singing. Also my another favorite team is Get Ugly team. You know what? DANIEL DYED HIS HAIR TO DARK BROWN. NO MORE PINK HAIR! and guess what? AWESOME.. HANDSOMENESS INCREASED BY 100% LOL. And his Get Ugly performance is my favorite.. it was rvjwkalwgqkwlwjsbs DOPE. ALL HIS MOVES ARE AMAZING. B-boying and showing his abs haha.. I was pretty sure this boy can make to top 11, but so sad he was ranked 5 on his team and woojin was the first one (that makes me sure he 100% would be top 11).

Second elimination ranking announcement, sungwoon was 25.. and the rest wanna one members were 1-15.. ahh I felt more desperate.. i was so afraid he wouldnt make it. But sungwoon kept showing his good side and his effort to be recognized even the trainer praised him! And his downpour solo cam was always on top 100 video. I had a little hope but still hard to believe he could make it.

Okay next one is concept evaluation.. there were 5 songs to be perfomed: Showtime, Oh Little Girl, Open Up, I know you know, Never. Poor sungwoon, he was supposed to be on Never team but got moved to Showtime haha.. and Daniel got punishment for showing a clue which song he wanted to perform and moved to Open Up. The rest of Wanna One members are Never team, jihoon jinyoung are oh little girl, jisung is showtime along with sungwoon. Never is a very good song, I like it. Their performance is good but I love Open Up performance more, especially daniel oh gosh why is he getting hot and hot seriously!

Finally! Third elimination ranking announcement, there were unexpected moment! A BIGGEST PLOT TWIST! my sungwoon, shoot up to ranking 3! Can you imagine how shock I was? He was 25 before!! I was so desperate and I thought he wouldnt make to final but he was rank 3! Amazing! And daniel, he won concept performance and ranked 1!! Ohyeaaah my picks got high ranking xD.

And the final.. the moment of truth…. they announced rank 10 first.. then up to 1.. daniel won! My sungwoon wasnt called yet.. for rank 11 there were 4 candidates: jonghyun dongho sungwoon sewoon.. I was sure it would be jonghyun but then jonghyun ranked 14! Oh my god! Sungwoon might be number 11! And then dongho ranked 13.. now sewoon and sungwoon left… theeeeeen they called SUNGWOON! OH GOSHHHHH MY PICK MADE TO TOP 11!!! I’m so happy bcs at first I thought he couldnt make it bcs he was always 20ish on eps 1-9. And I’m happy for daniel too, bcs he could be number 1 despite all situation he got. Tbh I thought jihoon were gonna be the winner but daniel secured his position! He never became a center and was rank lower on his team, and finally fully recognized for his Open Up performance!

Wawwww what a long story!!! So thats all my pd101 story.. next one is about Wanna One!! Wanna One members are funny, entertaining, handsome, and talented. Daehwi can compose a song, daniel woojin can make a choreography, and no need to doubt our rap and vocal members! Ong is seriously funny too tbh, when he performed Thats what I like, i thought he was serious person but thats no no haha. Minhyun is also charming! Woojin is also funny especially when he speaks satoori lol.. and jaehwan? Oh gosh his laughing makes me stomachache haha he is so funny kinda remember me about baekhyun. Guanlin is seriously hot too, especially when he plays basketball.. every shoot hes done is always accurate! Jihoon's wink jeojang gguggaga are also being hit everywhere! And my pick sungwoon he is funny and so talkative haha. Every Wanna One members have their own charm and I like it! We have ongniel is science pink sausage, saranghae minhwan, eolganz, sodu a.k.a jinhwi, panwink a.k.a. laji unit.. all members have good variety skill too tbh!

They debuted on August 7th with an album called 1x1=1 (To be One) and Energetic is their title song. The song is not that good when I first listened to it but it has been growing on me as time goes by and I like it very much now! The choreo is good! And btw, Wanna One fans are called as Wannables! YEAAAAH I AM WANNABLE!! I support this group fully now. But so sad if I remember the fact that they will disband on 2019. I have only approx 1.5years to support them, and I will give my all! I hope they can win a daesang!! Go go Wanna One!!

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How to Get a Girl to Sleep With You: 15 Steps to Seal the Deal

Can’t seem to get past the hanging out phase? Trust me, you’re not doing something right, so read these tips for how to get a girl to sleep with you.

I’ve been around the block, lemme tell ya. I know what works with women and what doesn’t work. Why? Because I am one and though I have the ability to sleep with anyone I want, I’m selective. This is the case for most women. I’ll let you in on a few secrets for how to get a girl to sleep with you.

How to get a girl to sleep with you

Why do women choose to sleep with one guy over the other? You probably think it’s associated to looks, but it’s not. I mean, sure, if you’re good-looking, getting laid may be easier for you. But there are many average looking guys getting laid consistently.

Let’s look beyond the aesthetics. If you only think to yourself, “Well, I’m not getting laid because I don’t look like Brad Pitt” that’s a part of the problem. It’s time to look beyond that and really think about the factors of why you’re unable to seal the deal with a girl. It’s shouldn’t be a Rubix cube problem.

#1 Admit to yourself, this isn’t working. Whatever plan to try to get girls to sleep with you isn’t working. Just admit it. I mean, I get it. You tried, but if nothing is happening, it’s time to change the way you do things.

So, acknowledge that you don’t know what you’re doing. Great, now let’s focus on changing the way you do things. [Read: How to be attractive to women: Be a cut above all other guys]

#2 Women are mental. No, I don’t mean we’re crazy. What I mean is we work off of mental stimulation. Sure, you can be the hottest guy in the room but if you don’t know how to socialize with a woman, you won’t get far. You can do this through texting or chatting face-to-face, but the point is, you attempt to make yourself the guy she thinks about when she’s home alone.

#3 Don’t rush things. Many men have this problem. When they see the girl is somewhat interested, they jump on her like she’s prey. Listen, if she’s somewhat interested, she’s not fully on your side, so don’t scare her away.

Talk to her, get to actually know her, and build a connection. Remember what I said, women need to be mentally stimulated. If you jump this step, she notices you only want ass. [Read: How to seduce her like a gentleman]

#4 You must build trust. Are you pissed that you can’t seem to get a girl to come to your place? Well, it’s because she doesn’t trust you. She doesn’t have to trust you to the point where she knows you’ll throw yourself in front of a bullet for her. But, she needs to feel safe around you.

If she doesn’t feel safe, she’s not going anywhere. The only way to do this is through conversation. Be genuine, mention a flaw you have or a personal issue—this builds trust because you open up to her.

#5 Flirt with her. No one wants to hear about the history of the Ottoman Empire at a bar. Listen, we all go to bars for a reason: in hopes of getting laid. Anyone who says it’s just a girl’s night is full of shit. If you drone on about your job or how stressful school is, well, I should tell you now, she doesn’t care. That is not making her wet. You need to flirt with her, tease her, build the sexual tension. [Read: Fractionation seduction – How men seduce women using emotions]

#6 Make it clear you’re attracted to her. You need to let her know you’re not interested in a friendship. Once that’s established, then she chooses whether or not she’s going to stick around with you. Let her know you’re attracted to her.

But don’t tell her “you’re hot” or “you’re sexy”. Any idiot can say that. Compliment her on something specific. Better yet, also compliment her on something non-sexual, such as her personality or smile. [Read: 13 naughty ways to get out of the friend zone in no time]

#7 Use touch. Now, don’t be aggressive with touching or else you’ll scare her away. Stay away from the whole physical harassment zone. When you talk to her, touch her arm or hand, mid-back—keep it in places which aren’t sexualized. Gauge how she responds. If she moves away, then keep your hands to yourself. If she leans in, then she lets you know it’s okay.

That is unless she says, “Don’t touch me.” Then, don’t touch her. In fact, I would count that as a no in general. [Read: 20 types of physical touches and what they all mean]

#8 Keep the communication going. Keep the line of communication open between you two. If you met her recently and have her number, either call or text her. Try to build a relationship with her. That way, you continue flirting via text and build the sexual tension. By the time you ask her out, you have everything lined up. Simply make sure you take it easy from here on out!

#9 What are people’s perception of you? How people perceive you is a huge indicator of why you are or are not getting laid. If people perceive you as insecure, well, that’s not a trait women look for in a man. Now, we all have insecurities, and she finds out eventually. But if you look glum and insecure right when someone looks at you, this affects the outcome. [Read: 12 ways to tell if she’s flirting or just being friendly]

#10 Be confident. Confidence is really the key to getting what you want. I mean, if you’re not confident, it’s okay. This is something you should develop on your own time. However, the saying, “fake it ’til you make it” does really help when it comes to building confidence. If you want her, you need to show you can have her.

#11 How’s the hygiene? I’m not saying you need to be in designer clothes, but you need to look clean. A shower, a haircut, you know, the basics. If you look like someone who may have a STI, no one is going to risk it.

There’s the grunge look, which is fine, but then there’s the unclean look—two different things. So, if you attempt to pull off the “I just came back from camping” look, you can, but don’t actually do the whole “I just came back from camping and they didn’t have a shower” look. Get what I mean? [Read: Manscaping: What girls want to see on a guy’s body]

#12 Foreplay is essential. When I’m kissing a guy, much of what’s happening during foreplay determines whether or not I’m going to sleep with him. If he’s too aggressive or his kisses are too wet for my liking, I probably won’t sleep with him. I can already tell that the sex won’t be worth it. This doesn’t mean the sex would be bad, but how you kiss and touch a woman before sex is a huge indicator of how you are in bed.

#13 Work on your kissing technique. I don’t care if you ask a girl friend to teach you how to make out or to platonically critique you on your skills. You need to know if what you do is right or not. You don’t know how you kiss unless you ask someone. And, truth be told, women love kissing. So, if you’re too fast, using too much tongue, going out of rhythm—not good signs. [Read: How to kiss a girl for the first time and not screw up]

#14 Body language is key. Interestingly enough, Psychology Today states that body language is the most important factor when it comes to seduction. Through your body, you need to show a woman that you’re interested, dominant, and confident. These are the three things. Whether you have these three things or not, pretend you do.

#15 Do not force it. Now, this may sound conflicting. I just gave you all these tips, and now I tell you to relax. But it’s true. Use these tips but don’t force it. [Read: She wants the D – 19 signs she wants you to take her home]

Women can tell when you try too hard. Know where to touch her, but if you’re not comfortable with touching her, then don’t. You have to do this at a pace that makes you both feel comfortable. If not, you’ll either come off as awkward or too aggressive.

[Read: How to get a girl to have sex with you – 10 steps to walk you through]

Now that you know how to get a girl to sleep with you, whatever you were doing before—scrap. Follow this. As a woman, I’m telling you’ll be better off.

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