#only for the next time he open his eyes to a completely alien world in a cold metal body

[little-lanterns]

I am not fine at the slightest

[diggersapologist]

Let the Light In (Doctor Phosphorus X Reader)

I. I had some divine inspiration. Who up hurt/comforting they Alexander Sartorius????!??!!?!?!?

TW: Mention of death, blood, a knife, SPOILERS for Doctor Phosphorus's backstory

Written by: Mod Diggers

Word Count: 2191

The plaza of Belle Reve was bustling today- you had prisoners playing ping pong, others playing checkers, and of course, plenty of fighting. Today was not a day where you felt like you were capable of tolerating the bustle of your peers, it was one of those days that the outside world simply wasn’t an option for you, all too overwhelming to consider. It was the kind of day where nothing sounded more ideal than curling up on your bunk with a book nestled perfectly in your palm.The thin sheet of a blanket was draped over your lap, and your lips were in a soft pout as your finger trailed delicately over the page, entirely entranced. 

It wasn’t until you heard the awkward sound of someone clearing their throat that you were snapped out of the temporary spell of your book, your eyes shooting open and head whipping to the door of your cell to see Alexander. His skull peered into you from across the room, not any different in appearance than usual, but you could simply sense that something was wrong. The melancholy in the room was palpable and emanating from Alexander, just as potent as the glow coming from his irradiated form. “Hey,” is all Alexander would say, his tired sockets looking into you as you moved to set your book to the side, gently patting the cot next to you. “Hey…” you whisper softly, watching as his feet would drag against the floor, grunting as he flopped on the cot beside you and leaned against the wall, the back of his skull hitting against the concrete. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Your soft voice was a stark contrast to the deep emotion in the room, but Alexander softly shook his head. “Not yet.” He would answer curtly, staring blankly in front of him. The flames that would gently flicker across his body would softly crackle, providing a brief reprieve from total silence. You were silent in turn, waiting a few moments before speaking. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk, Alex,” you would reassure, your hand slowly slipping over the sheets to rest atop his own planted palm, your thumb gently stroking his translucent knuckles. At the intimate act and use of his name, Alexander would ball up the sheet in his fist, scorching it before letting it go and groaning. “Shit- Sorry- Sorry… I’ll give you mine.” He rubbed his face with his palm, looking at you with an- as per usual- unreadable expression. “No- No. Don’t worry about it- it’s fine! I-I’m sure they would replace it if I asked?” You could tell Alexander was squinting scrutinizingly at you, blushing as you turned your head and pouted softly. Alexander would sigh at your reaction, having sought you out for comfort in the first place and already afraid he would run you away. 

Alexander was full of so many thoughts, so many words, yet, he couldn’t find the energy to speak any of them. His gaze was full of longing, yearning, and it killed him that you couldn’t see it. Despite not being able to see it, you certainly still could, in a way. You saw and felt the pain in his eyes, the utter loneliness that was pooling in his glowing chest cavity, and it was just as painful for you. No one takes pleasure in seeing their lover in pain. 

It felt like time was slowed as you carefully reached to the side, moving to take Alexander in your arms. This was completely alien to the both of you- while you were both in an established relationship, you hadn’t had a discussion on intimacy, but if anyone seemed like they needed a hug right now, it was Alexander. Your arms enveloped him with just the right amount of pressure, still giving him an opportunity to pull away if desired. Alexander was as stiff as a board as his arms hovered to your sides, grateful his expression wasn’t visible. He was in utter shock at not only the gesture, but the physical sensation of it, something he hadn’t experienced in over fifteen years. If there were ever a time where his body truly felt like it was engulfed in flames, it was now. His jaw was hung open, his eyes as wide as dinner plates as he stared behind you. 

His hesitance worried you immensely, but you quickly realized- he hadn’t pulled away yet. Alexander was still for some time after the realization, but giving him time was the correct answer. A gasp would tear through your throat as Alexander desperately clutched you flush to his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head, fingers tangled and threaded through your hair, while the other clawed at the small of your back. Alexander’s face was buried in your hairline, and due to the close proximity, you could feel that he was making a contorted expression as his breathing grew heavy. 

The air was electrified, there was nothing but want, need, and desire in the cell at the moment, but not in a carnal sense. This was far more intimate than fornication could ever be. Alexander was baring his soul to you, all of the hurt, all of the loneliness, all of the doubt, the regret, everything that was weighing on him, he wanted you to see it. All he wanted was for someone to see him- no one had met the qualifications to be that someone- not until he had met you. 

Unbeknownst to you, today was one of those days for him, too. He had woken up that morning in a cold sweat from a nightmare- the same one as always. The cot was absolutely drenched, along with his jumpsuit. Alexander was panting hard, swallowing dryly as he slowly lifted himself up from his lying position, sitting up and hunching over, his head in his hands. After a few moments, his hands would lower from his head in a painfully slow manner, palms facing upwards in his lap as he couldn’t help but simply stare at them. The images would flicker in his head- he could still picture Parvin’s crimson blood pooling in the crevices of his cracked hands. The solid handle of the knife felt all too tangible in his palm at this moment- he could feel the sanded texture of the wood, the stinging cool of the stainless steel blade, the forceful grips on his wrists as they were strewn across the defiled corpse of his beloved wife- 

Alexander shook his head and nearly howled. He could feel every nerve in his body in a painstaking way, his senses more heightened than he ever thought possible. He spent his entire morning living in fear alone- but that was through no fault but his own. It was frequent that Alexander would miss breakfast- so no one brought it into question. It wasn’t until he had appeared in your room that anyone would know something was afoot. It took far more courage than Alexander would ever admit to step foot in your room, but he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t handle being alone. He had spent fifteen years denying himself the comfort of another, mental and physical, and he wasn’t going to do it for fifteen more. 

A soft sob would break the air, the hand in your hair almost tugging with how close Alexander needed you at this moment. You wouldn’t dare move, your arms would only hug him tighter, your brow furrowing as you tried not to cry yourself at Alexander’s broken state- but this wasn’t about you. Alexander would try to ignore the sound of his singeing tears as he let go, sniffling quietly as he cried nearly silently against you, but you could feel that it was far more painful than any wailing cry could be. No words were exchanged, simply just an air of understanding and sympathy. To be honest, you had no idea what was wrong, but you didn’t have to know. You would be here for Alexander regardless. He would no longer ever be in a situation where a burden was his and his only to carry. His grip wouldn’t lessen, no matter how much time had passed. 

After what had to have been at least fifteen minutes of his iron grip on you, he would slowly lie the both of you down on the cot, gently kissing your forehead as he stared blankly forward. You would slowly pull your head back, your hand reaching up to hold Alexander’s cheekbone to tilt his head down for a proper look at him. Your eyes would reveal nothing but adoration and tenderness for Alexander, and no matter how hard he tried and prayed that he would find a sign otherwise, it would never come to fruition. He was honestly terrified that this was going to work out- that this wasn’t going to prove him right, prove that he was the monster that everyone else saw him as inside and out, including himself. He so desperately wanted you to hate him sometimes. 

“Stop looking at me. Don’t look at me like that.” You were bewildered for a moment at Alexander’s snippy voice breaking the silence, stammering softly. His tone stung, but after the push, there would always be the pull- in every sense of the phrase. His arms would tighten around you despite his words, his gaze boring holes into your own. “Did I do something wrong?” You would ask genuinely, continuing to look into his sockets with conviction. Alexander was silent for a few moments as he processed your question, a million ways to approach the answer- but even if he didn’t want you to care about him- he cared about you. He wanted to be honest. “No. No you didn’t. I don’t know what to do when you look at me like that. I don’t like it.” Alexander would spit out, trying to seem intimidating.

 You nodded softly, pursing your lips. “If you really don’t like it, I won’t do it.” “You really need to stop it-” “S-Stop what?” You were far more confused at this point, looking across his skull for any sign of the source. “Stop being so respectful! Stop being so nice to me all the time, stop treating me as an equal- I can’t do this! I can’t-” “Alex. Alex- Alexander!” You would try and snap him out of it, your thumb gently pressing into his cheekbone. “What.” He would speak in a bitter hiss, and you could feel his squinted gaze on you. “Let me love you. Let me at least try.” 

Alexander felt like the air had been knocked out of him, a swift verbal punch to his gut as he stared at you incredulously. “Would you like me to be honest with you?” Alexander would ask in a monotone and gruff voice, his face a mere inch from yours. You would nod softly in affirmation, swallowing dryly. “Please.” Alexander was silent as he looked over your face, your face he found all too soft in contrast to his angular skull, in fact, he thought everything about you contrasted him. You didn’t deserve to be seen around him. “When you look at me like that, I’m utterly terrified. I’m terrified of what I would do for you and what I would put you through because of it. You don’t know what I’m capable of. I will ruin your life.” He had no idea why he was behaving this way- he didn’t want this. Alexander had no intention of letting you go, but he knew one thing for certain. If you let go, he wouldn’t stop you. Not out of disinterest, but his presence in your life was doing you a disservice, he was sure of it. If you changed your mind, he knew he couldn’t blame you. 

“My life is my own to ruin- I won’t ever give anyone else that power, rest assured. If you’re not ready for a re-” “No! No- don’t- don’t SAY that. I’m ready. I’m more than ready- I was- I was BORN ready.” Alexander tried to unconvincingly reassure you, your furrowed brow causing his shoulders to fall as his hands would only grip onto you tighter. “I don’t want you to end up hating me. I don’t want you to realize that I’m a sociopathic shithead and bail-” “-I happen to be painfully aware that you’re a sociopathic shithead, but I like that about you.” “Why are you so insistent?” Alexander would ask in an unnerved voice, it shaking slightly as he spoke. “Because I know you need me to be.” You would whisper softly, moving to hug him tighter and burying your face in his neck, gently kissing it. Alexander could turn into ash with the heat he felt radiating around him at your tenderness, his fingertips digging roughly into your hair and shirt as he buried his face in your neck in turn. Today may not be the day Alexander tells you his woes, his past, his burdens- but today was the day he knew he could when the time was right.

[quite-right-too]

Animal I Have Become

Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: The Doctor doesn't like seeing people harm what's his. (18+ only)

The Oncoming Storm.

The Time Lord Victorious.

The Destroyer of Worlds.

The Doctor had many names in many different languages that spread across the stars. Tales of the last of the Time Lords echoed through the galaxy — the man who had destroyed two entire races, including his own people, and stopped being merciful many years ago.

Nobody quite knew how old the Doctor was, or how far back the legends had been traced, but one thing was certain.

Everywhere you went, people were afraid of the Doctor.

The Doctor you knew was gentle and kind. He made you breakfast in the mornings and told you how much he loved you. His eyes were so full of adoration and joy when he was around you.

However, that didn’t mean he was always like that.

All you had done was stop for repairs. You had a task to complete; find the market stall and acquire a list of parts. The Doctor had already written a list and drew some pictures next to each part to make it easier for you to find.

The city you were in was disorienting. It had already gotten dark, making the directions you were given nearly useless. One wrong turn and you found yourself in an alley. As you went to turn around, a man approached you.

His skin was a dark, rich shade of blue. He looked human aside from that. And the small horns that stuck out of his forehead. ‘Like a devil,’ you thought.

“So,” the dark humanoid man standing in front you took a step forward, prompting you to take a step back. “What’s someone like you doing in a place like this?” The street lamp above you flickered unnervingly as you inched further and further away. Each step forward was met with a step back until you were cloaked in darkness, just outside of the small illuminated circle you were relying on for just a modicum of safety.

You felt your back hit the wall as you took another step backwards — it was a dead end.

You were trapped.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Your heart began to race as a silver glint in the man’s hand caught your eye. The low light reflected off the knife that he held tightly.

Uncertainty makes you afraid. Fear makes you reckless. Just be confident in everything you do and above all else, just remember…

The Doctor’s words echoed through your head as you tightened your fists, preparing for whatever was going to come next. If you were going to die, you would not make it easy. You braced for the inevitable as your attacker surged forward.

I will always be there to save you.

The blue-skinned man was pulled backwards into the light and tossed to the ground. A sickening crack echoed through the dark alley followed by a groan and a cough.

Towering above him was the Doctor. Tall and powerful, long coat billowing around him from the speed he had run over. This was not the man you woke up next to that morning or made love to the night before.

This was the Oncoming Storm.

And he was pissed.

Even in the faint light, you could see that his eyes were impossibly dark. He stared down at the man on the ground with a sneer, his converse-clad foot pressing down on his throat. Below him, the stranger clawed at the Doctor’s leg.

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you right now,” the Doctor murmured coldly. “Why shouldn’t I spill your blood all over the pavement like the filth you are?”

Fear flashed in the alien’s eyes. “Please, I’m sorry,” he choked out breathlessly. “I didn’t know you- I would never have-” He was cut off as the Doctor put pressure on his throat, kneeling down to pick up the dropped knife.

The Time Lord twirled the blade in his hand. “Oh,” he cooed. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have.” Without warning, the Doctor quietly and subtly drove the knife into the man’s chest. “And you never will again.”

The thrashing subsided and the Doctor stood up, leaving the knife in the man's chest as thick red liquid began to form a pool underneath him. Wiping his hand haphazardly on his pant leg, he stared down at the body below him.

“Don’t touch what’s mine.”

Before you could even get a word out over what you had just witnessed, the Doctor had you pinned against the wall with a bruising kiss. “You heard me,” he growled. “You’re mine. All mine.” His hands gripped your hips with such force that you couldn’t move, even if you tried.

You gasped as he moved his mouth down your neck. “Fuck, Doctor!” That spurred him on further as he rutted against you, his hardening cock pressing against your lower abdomen.

Nimble fingers undid the button on your jeans, ripping them down your legs with your underwear. “You’re all fucking mine,” he growled as he unbuttoned his own trousers and shoved them down to his thighs, pants following. 

You were desperate for more. Hard and fast and brutal.

The look in the Doctor’s eyes indicated that he knew exactly what you wanted.

Wordlessly, he helped lift you so could wrap your legs around his hips, cock resting at your entrance. “Oooh, so wet for me already?” he breathed, thrusting himself against your slit. “You got absolutely soaked watching me make sure nobody ever touches what’s mine.” His long coat settled around the two of you, offering more privacy in the darkness.

The head of his cock slipped inside you, resting just for a second, before he slammed himself into you to the hilt. “Oh, gods,” he groaned, beginning a punishing rhythm. “You feel so fucking good.” His mouth began to wander down your neck, sucking deep purple bruises into your skin.

As he pushed you harder into the wall, one of his hands wandered up to the back of your head, keeping you from hitting the wall as he fucked you mercilessly.

Even in the situation you were in now, you found it extremely endearing.

“Doctor, please,” you choked out, hands grasping at his back. “I need you, all of you.” You felt him grin against your throat at your words.

“Damn right you do. You’re mine. Only mine. Nobody else gets to touch you.” He enunciated with a particularly hard thrust, “Look at you. Fuck, nobody even gets to think about you.” He let out a filthy moan as your fingers tangled in his hair. “I’ll kill the next bastard that thinks they can take you from me.”

Tightening around his cock, your impending orgasm was making itself known. The Doctor knew it too, keeping his thrusts hard and fast.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you, love? When you do, you’re going to scream for me. Scream my name so everyone knows who you belong to. Be good and come for me. Now.”

You felt the coil snap as your orgasm crashed over you. You followed his instructions, screaming his name. Calling out for the universe to hear. Making sure everyone knew what you were.

Property of the Doctor.

A few more thrusts and the Doctor followed with a shout, burying his face into your neck. He marked you inside and out, filling you just as you liked. Spurting his come into you and letting it trail down your arse. Leaving you absolutely fucked filthily and ruined for anyone who even thought of trying their luck with you.

“Thank you,” you sighed happily as he helped ease you down off of him. It didn’t take long for him to clean you both up and drag you off to the TARDIS.

He made sure you knew you were his at least five more times that night.

[motimatcha]

"nostromo"

PART 4. They don't laught about legends.

parts: one | two | three | four | five

dbd Xenomorph (alien) x fem!reader. attention: nothing?

The xenomorph was not present at the next test, nor at the second, third... it seemed that the Entity had completely gotten rid of one of its killers, and it would have been so, but Ellen was still here, like the Nostromo, empty without its owner.

At first, you were more than happy that your personal nightmare would no longer bother you during the tests, but for some reason it began to seem to you that along with the xenomorph you had lost something important. Other killers could not bring you the same thrill and adrenaline during the chase as the unpredictable stranger did. Who else, besides him, is capable of switching from close to long-range attacks, hiding his presence and appearing in the most unexpected places. Some things with an extraterrestrial being could only be rivaled by Michael Myers, and GhostFace, teasing you with his deep voice after one test.

The same one when you were ready to almost kiss him.

“GostFace,” you decided to raise your voice while repairing the generator, when the named one, hiding his presence, was sitting almost behind you. The killer did not answer you, but since there was no blow from him, you could conclude that he was surprised and interested. Did his banter have an effect? “By chance, you don’t know, a survivor can get into the killer’s territory without being on...”

You don't have time to come to an agreement. A knife whistles through the air dangerously close. The heart misses a beat - vulnerability. It was necessary to look at GostFace, and not sit carelessly at the generator.

Dash to the side and forward along the corridor to the nearest boards. The Lary Memorial Institute was rich in the number of window openings, corridors, rooms, boards - everything that could be used against killers and killers against survivors. Such as GhostFace chasing you felt almost like a fish out of water, if only there were more tall bushes to hide in and keep an eye on the survivors, it’s just a fairy tale.

“Apparently he thought that I was making fun of him,” you thought. And although you did not mean anything like that, and your question was asked out of sincere curiosity, it is unlikely that the killer will listen to you now. Most likely, now he will only chase after you in retaliation, but it’s not that you need to get used to such an attitude.

There are four generators left to run.

You were left standing at the exit from the location created by the Entity. The other survivors had already left, but considered it their sacred duty to call you crazy since you wanted to say goodbye to their failed killer. You decided not to say that you actually wanted to ask a couple of questions to the Entity’s pet.

The GostFace came to you slowly. Another sound signal sounded and another earthquake shook the collapsing world. It was clear from him that he hoped that you had given up trying to find out something from him, but your determination and stubbornness could compete with his own when he was tracking down a new victim.

“This is a one-sided rule,” the silent killer speaks sharply and unexpectedly. You are not quite used to the fact that a seemingly puny guy can have such a low voice. Like smoky.

However, his words force you to think deeply. "One-sided rule"? What the hell is he talking about ? You go through all sorts of options in your head, up to the point that the killers can’t... oh. O!

“Thank you,” you respectfully nod your head and your voice is full of sincere gratitude and enthusiasm. “Oh, you don’t know how exactly you can get into the killer’s territory?”

Perhaps it seemed to you, but under the mask GostFace rolled his eyes. Yes, it definitely seemed to you like a trick of the imagination after a long chase, and he doesn’t think you’re an ignorant fool. Exactly.

“How do you think the Essence responds to us all and gives us certain opportunities? The hatch in the killer's hut, the thickening fog... you make yourself look awkward, even though you've been here much longer than I have. Although if you come up now and allow me to send you to the entity...”

The killer's statement hurts you, but you maintain a stoic expression. God forbid if he realizes that his words really hurt you and starts using it against you, as is happening now after your fiasco in one of the tests.

“I understand that with the help of offerings, but where to use them? I can’t approach...” you didn’t dare to talk about the fact that the survivors have a fire where you all gather after the tests. You can expect anything from a person like GhostFace, up to and including the fact that he just lied to you and in fact the killers can get to the survivors, they just don’t want to do this for their own personal reasons. “...the place where we use our offerings and wish to go to the one I need.”

“Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t work like that?”

“And who told you this?”

“Other survivors who were told this by the Entity?”

“She actually came to bow to you and said, “survivors, you cannot use the offerings from this thing to get to the killer”?”

“Well... probably not? I don't know. The knowledge that we cannot use it outside of testing has always been with us.”

“So maybe it’s worth asking this question at your leisure?” asked GhostFace and folded his arms over his chest. He tapped irritably on the rough fabric of his dark clothes with his favorite knife. “That's it, the time for playing question and answer is over. It's time for you to go while I let you go, otherwise...”

There was no need to agree that things would happen differently with you. The floor, covered in red cracks, signifying the destruction of the built world, almost completely swallowed up the memorial institute, and the sound of a beep meant that you only had seconds left. You headed towards the exit through the open gate, but before leaving your informative companion, you turned around to say:

“And GhostFace, I didn’t laugh at you,” the man sighed at your statement and pointedly grabbed the knife, as if preparing for an attack. “They don’t laugh at legends.”

These were your last words before crossing the front gate and leaving the killer with nothing. The latter froze, looking distantly at your back.

“Yes. They don't laugh at legends.”

To be honest, I don’t know why the translator translated the last phrase this way. the original version refers to the history of the ghostface, where he talks about how they don’t laugh at legends (here we go again). I dare to suspect that the sentence written there is in the singular.

[mistress-skywalker]

Worlds Collide: An Anakin Skywalker love-story

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☄︎ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ☄︎

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Warnings: filler mainly || setting up their relationship || mentions of body image issues/fat shaming || tense Anakin || fem reader

AN: sorry this took me awhile I’ve been not doing too well. Hope you enjoy it still!! I promise smut is coming and better fluff:)

Word count: 8.6k

|| Chapter 2 ||

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Pulling up to the store, you cut the engine once you’re parked. “We’re here.”

He looks out of the window, taking in the sight of the parking lot and the surrounding stores and buildings. He was completely out of his element here.

He slowly unbuckles his seatbelt and pushes open the passenger door, slowly stepping out of the car and resting his feet on the scorching pavement of the parking lot. He looks up at the sky, squinting in the bright summer light.

"So... where to?" Anakin asks

"That one," you say pointing to the biggest one that says 'County Market.

You start walking towards the entrance, passing a crude mock up of a rocket ship that's a ride for kids that only costs a quarter.

He follows next to you, his eyes flickering around at everything until he sees the crude rocket ship display. He stops in his tracks, his gaze drawn to it as his eyes land on the strange, colorful display. He gives it a strange look, tilting his head slightly as he takes it in fully.

"What the hell is that?" He asks you, confused, as he stands there baffled by the odd contraption.

You notice he is no longer beside me so you stop and see what caught his eye. You chuckle as you come over to stand beside him at it.

"It's a ride for kids," you explain, amused, "That's what we think alien ships look like I guess."

He gives you a stunned look, his face displaying pure bewilderment at the revelation that not only did the people of this planet think what an alien ship looked like, but they even made a child's ride out of it. That was the most perplexing part.

"For kriff sake. No offense, but your idea of alien ships is pretty ridiculous. If you people could see the real ones...you wouldn't believe how far off this one is."

You let out a laugh and shrug sheepishly. "Hey I never said this was how / envisioned them, thank you very much."

He gives you a smirk in response, watching you laugh. His heart gives a small skip as he hears the sound, as it fills him with a strange wave of satisfaction. Knowing that he's the one who made you laugh. The feeling is... new to him. "Well that's good, because otherwise | was gonna give you a whole lecture about how you have a very misinformed perception."

Your smile widens and you shake your head.

"C'mon Space Boy, let's get groceries." You say nodding towards the automatic doors.

"Space Boy", He repeats with a grin, finding the name you'd given him quite amusing. At the mention of getting groceries, he lets out a sigh and he follows at your heels, walking with you to the front doors.

His eyes widen once more as the automatic doors slide open in front of them, causing him to blink a few times in surprise.

You chuckle softly seeing his reaction to automatic doors. You keep going, getting a shopping cart to push. He follows you to the shopping carts, stopping next to you for a moment as you push one out of the rack. He looks it up and down, observing it in slight confusion as he eyes the handle.

"So...how does this thing work exactly?" He says, reaching out carefully to rest his hand on the handle. The metal feels cool and smooth to the touch.

You look at the shopping cart and then up at him, shrugging.

"Nothing fancy. You just push it and put your groceries in it." You say starting to walk and push it.

He follows you, grabbing the handle of the shopping cart and pushing it alongside you. He can't help but notice the ease and smoothness of it compared to many of the similar things he's used to in his own world.

"So simple, and yet so smart at the same time," He observes aloud, marveling, as they walk down the first aisle together.

You laugh softly, shaking your head again. "Is everything going to amaze you here?" You question lightheartedly, staring to put things in the cart as you go.

He gives you a sheepish smirk in response as you call him out about being amazed by everything. Honestly he was, it was all so much different and new to him, it made him feel like a youngling all over again seeing new things for the first time. Of course he'd never admit out loud that you were right though.

"Of course not," He replies with a scoff, "I mean... not everything. Only the interesting stuff."

Your eyebrows raise slightly, the corners of your lips quirk up slightly. You nod along with him.

"Ah right right. I forgot how utterly fascinating shopping carts were."

He looks over at you, his smile widening. The sarcasm in your voice was not lost on him, but he decided to play along regardless. He was starting to enjoy seeing your snarky side coming out. He could banter.

"Don't mock me," He says, keeping a dramatic and serious face. At least for a moment until he breaks out into a small grin, "They're an innovation. Truly."

You let out another laugh.

"My bad. I'll give you a break for now." You both continue down more aisles as you pick up stuff off shelves and put them into the cart eventually walking down the hygiene one.

He smiles at the sound of your laugh, finding himself addicted to the sound already. His eyes roam along the items you pick up, looking at each one curiously. Some of the items in the store were so wildly different than anything he had ever seen that he couldn't help but wonder what the kriff they were.

He picks up an unfamiliar object from the shelf, examining it carefully, as he holds it in his hand, turning it a bit to try and make sense of it. “Fascinating.” He breathes out.

Your eyes flick over to what he's picked up and they widen.

"Oh uh...that's a douche..."

He gives you a quizzical look as he holds it in his hand, his eyebrows knitting together as he processes what you've told him.

"A what?" He says, holding the strange item and continuing to look at it. Noting the odd shape and the small plastic pieces sticking out of its sides.

Your lips purse into a thin line, your own face feeling warm with embarrassment over the fact he's still holding it and confused. "Um...it's a douche. Women use it to clean our um...bits...down there..."

His cheeks turn a deep shade of scarlet as you reveal to him its purpose, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open in a brief, stunned look. His mind immediately conjuring up an image that makes him have to clear his throat as he quickly sets it back down on the shelf.

"Oh...um..right..." He says, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

"Told you not everything is that interesting..."

He lets out a scoff at that, his ego refusing to accept it once again. Of course he found the strange vaginal cleaning device interesting.

He just hadn't anticipated its purpose to be that. He gives you a pout, a glint of playful irritation in his eye.

"Oh hush, I did find that interesting."

Your face darkens immediately at that. You keep pushing through the hygiene aisle going to grab body wash for him like you had intended before he got distracted.

"Pick out whatever scent you want." You gesture to the numerous options.

He shakes the previous moment out of his mind, focusing back on the shopping before him. He follows you to the hygiene section, his eyes roaming over the numerous body wash options. He grabs a random bottle, picking it up and examining it as if it was a relic.

"There's so many different scents," He observes, twisting the bottle in his hand as he reads the label on it. He sniffs it and gives a little hum, "Not quite sure which one l'd go with..."

You smile to yourself as you watch him treat this as if it was some spectacular marvel. It was endearing.

"Take your time. We've got nowhere else to be."

He gives you a nod as you encourage him to take his time, allowing him to carefully pick out the right one. He spends several minutes holding one bottle after the next, sniffing them and reading the labels carefully. He's a bit surprised the more he smells them, as he finds the scents to be quite pleasant and unique. Nothing like the stuff they use back on Coruscant.

"Kriff this is hard to decide..." He mumbles to himself as he struggles to decide.

You laugh softly at him treating it like it was a huge decision. Perhaps for him it is. You knew if you were on a new planet especially a whole new galaxy, you’d be just as fascinated if not more so.

"Do you want some help?" You ask.

He glances over at you with a look of slight helplessness on his face, his brow furrowed as he struggles to make a decision. He really didn't know how something as mundane as smelling different body soap could be this hard. He couldn't believe he was actually having trouble with it.

"Y-yes please kriffing help me. I've never done this before, there's too many options." He says with a slightly desperate tone.

You shake your head while giving him a look of understanding and come over him to his side, leaving the cart.

"It's okay, l'd be just as overwhelmed in your shoes," you assure him before sniffing a couple yourself.

He watches as you move over to his side, coming over to help him sighing in relief. He feels a pang of embarrassment over having to have you help him, but the fact that you don't judge him and simply agree to help is much appreciated. The feeling though is almost immediately washed over with something entirely different.

He stands next to you, watching you as you sniff a few of the different body washes.

Something about the fact you can be so close to him and that he can smell your scent, mixed with the many others, sends a stirring feeling through him.

Oblivious to his feelings and thoughts, you keep combing through a few other scents. Finally you settle on one and hold it up for him to smell.

"What about this one?" You ask. It's sandalwood.

He leans his head over to take a deep whiff of the sandalwood scented one that you are holding up for him to smell. He takes another breath, sniffing it again, just to make sure. The scent of it is earthy and warm, not too intense but not too weak either. He can't help but feel calm and at ease just from the smell alone.

"I like it," He says finally, "It's...it's nice..."

You nod once, smiling again.

"It's settled then." You put it down in the cart. "There's just one more thing I need to get before we can check out."

He watches as you drop the bottle into the shopping cart beside the other items, his gaze following the bottle for a moment before he looks back over to you at your words. His curiosity is spiked and he looks at you with a curious eyebrow raised.

"Alright...what is it?" He inquires, intrigued by your next need.

You look up at him, smirking as you start pushing the cart.

"I promised you better pastries, yes?"

A look of pleasant surprise washes over his face at the reminder of your offer, followed by a growing smile. Of course, he had completely forgotten about it over the course of the trip, but now that you'd reminded him, the cravings for whatever these new tasty treats might be, started to return full force.

He quickly follows over next to you once again, striding beside you by the cart as you make your way out of the hygiene aisle. "I see you remembered," He says, "Better pastries huh?"

You nod.

"How could I not? I'm a woman of my word." You respond. You’ve already put cake and brownie mix into the cart but you’ll let him pick out something premade too.

Anakin's smile widens even more as you confirm you are a woman true to your word as he follows you. He was beginning to see that you were someone who followed through on their promised and he admired that.

He takes a moment to look around, his eyes falling upon numerous other types of sweet treats on the shelves, like cookies, donuts, and other snacks. His mouth is watering at this point, and as much as he didn't want to seem spoiled, he can't help himself.

"Can we get more than one?"

Your eyebrows quirk up a little at his question. You don't want to tell him no or that you’ve only budgeted for one sweet so you nod my head.

"Yeah, yeah pick out whatever you want."

Anakin's face brightens with his excitement at the news that you'd allow him to select whichever ones he wanted. He's silent for a few moments as he scans the shelves, deliberating which ones to pick. There were so many different types and flavors he'd never even heard before. One or two would absolutely not quench his cravings.

Within seconds he was grabbing numerous items from the shelf and tossing them into the shopping cart by your side, he had no idea what any of them were.

"This one, and this one, oooh and that one too."

You chuckle watching him as he acts like a kid in a candy store and he practically is. You sigh a little.

"Do you mind watching the cart for a moment? I'll be right back..."

Anakin doesn't even hear you as he continues snatching things off the shelf. So many options, so many different types and flavors.

There were things he had never heard of before, how was one supposed to choose only one? Maybe three. Perhaps four. He grabs a chocolate chip muffin off the shelf next, tossing it into the cart with the others.

He suddenly jolts from his shopping when he hears your voice, turning to look at you as you speak. He glances down at the cart for a moment, and then back at you. He nods.

"Yeah sure."

You nod my head once and while his back is turned you gather the few things you had picked out for yourself and take them out of the cart. You leave the aisle to go put the stuff for myself back so you could make sure you could pay for everything he wanted to try.

He doesn't notice you removing items from the cart, as he is too busy with his own shopping. He continues adding items of food to the cart, piling up sweet things on top of each other. He was going to gorge himself when he got back to your place, there was no two ways about it.

He stands beside the cart, holding a pack of doughnuts in one hand as he waits for your return, wondering what it was you had left to get in the store.

You return to my cart a few minutes later, acting causal.

"Made your choices?"

Anakin glances over at you as you make your way back to the cart. He can't help but notice something off about your demeanor. Like you were concealing something. He decides to ignore it for now though, as he simply nods. He nods with a happy look on his face, smiling in satisfaction as he steps back from the cart to show you his haul, the cart is nearly overflowing with the sweet treats, and in his hand he has the doughnuts.

"Yeah I did," He says with a small smirk, looking down at the cart piled high with different sweet treats that he had picked out from the store.

You chuckle softly and nod gently.

"Good, let's get out of here then." You starting to push the cart up to the checkout, now without your wanted items.

He watches curiously as you push the cart towards the checkout, following alongside you as you walk. As you walk, he notices the lack of the items you grabbed before you had left in the aisle. He gives you a side glance, his eyebrows raising a little but he decides to hold his tongue for now.

He steps to your side as you arrive at the checkout, his eyes roaming over the checkout attendant and the various tools and contraptions at their station. He takes in the machine used to ring up each item with slight fascination.

You chuckle a little seeing his reaction to the conveyor belt and the scanner, praying he doesn't say anything that makes the worker suspicious.

You put all the items up onto the belt and the worker starts to scan evervthing. Anakin continues to watch the scanning of the items with his usual fascination. The small device that makes the beep as it scans and then the machine that calculates the price is all new to him. He finds himself almost leaning forward in an effort to see better as the items continue to get scanned, each one adding to the ever-increasing total.

He is silent for a moment as things continue, but then a question pops into his head that he can't help but ask.

"How do these things know how much things cost?"

You don’t realize how close he is till he speaks and his breath fans across the side of your face, making your stomach fill with butterflies.

You look over at him, thankful he at least asked it quietly.

"Honestly I don't know the exact way it happens because I'm not tech savvy but it's all part of coding with the barcode that's on the items or their product number."

His proximity to you gives him a chance to inhale discreetly, taking in your scent once more. He had already found your scent quite pleasant and attractive enough but up close like this, it was more powerful. Your proximity to him was starting to become a rather dangerous thing. He tries to push it all away though, focusing on the fact that you had answered his question.

"That's incredible," He murmurs, "It's so fast too."

You laugh a little, finishing loading up all the sweets onto the belt, your items no longer to be found.

Anakin watches as the last item from the cart gets loaded onto the belt. Something still seemed off though, the number of items that had been loaded and the ones that had been removed, didn't add up to him. He turns to you once more, speaking in a low tone, his eyebrows raised in question as he glances over at you.

"You didn't happen to put those items you had grabbed back back before the checkout, did you?"

"Huh?" You turn to look at him, you hadn’t thought he'd notice or say something. You start to shake your head, "I uh...no no I didn't."

Anakin's eyes narrow a bit at your denial, knowing very well that's not what you had done. Your denial was way too quick and way too forced and you avoiding eye-contact confirmed his suspicions. He gives you an unbelieving look, his eyes studying you carefully.

"You're...not a very good liar," He murmurs, his voice still low, hoping that the checkout worker doesn't hear him.

Your cheeks darken.

"Well...what I meant was...l didn't need them anymore. I just had a slip of memory." You try to play it off and explain it as not putting them back to be able to get his stuff.

Anakin continues to eye you silently for a moment, his blue eyes taking in the flush of your cheeks and the way you avoided eye-contact to try and explain yourself. It was cute to watch you trying and failing to come up with a believable excuse. He let you have your moment though, listening to you with a slight smirk on his face as you tried to come up with a response. After a few moments he speaks, his tone slightly amused and slightly teasing.

"Sooo, you suddenly just didn't need them anymore?"

You had thought you got away with it as the silence creeps for a second but he breaks it. You sigh but nod.

"Yup, exactly."

Anakin's smirk deepens slightly at your response. It was cute just how badly you were lying to him about it. It was almost pathetic how obvious and bad it was. He couldn't help but find it adorable that you thought he believed it.

"Uh huh," He says in a mockingly unbelieving tone, clearly giving off that he doesn't buy it for one second that you had just "mysteriously" not needed them anymore.

You shrug, thankful that he at least doesn't continue to push even if he doesn't believe it.

As the worker scans all the sweets, he gives you a pointed and almost disgusted look presumably assuming they're all for you because of your size. You sigh quietly and look down, picking at your nails self consciously.

Anakin takes notice of the look that the worker gives you when he glances over all the items on the belt, clearly disgusted and assuming that they're all for you. It makes something flare up within him, a protective and angry reaction. How dare he give you such a look. So what if you were bigger, so what if you were curvy, you were a goddess.

The worker wasn't even remotely worthy to be in the same vicinity as you and yet he had the audacity to look at you with disgust. A feeling of protective jealousy crept into him.

He doesn't even pause before speaking, saying the first thing that comes to mind out of impulsive anger and irritation.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

Your eyes widen hearing Anakin speak up, your head snaps up immediately and look at him starting to shake your head. "It's ok-"

The worker just shrugs and huffs. "Nothing... just...this all explains so much."

Anakin's eyes glare over at the worker. Who did this pathetic excuse for a being think he was? Was he actually implying what he thought? He wanted to force him over the counter and shove his face in the till. He bites back a growl, wanting to do so many things to this man for his remark, but he manages to restrain himself for your sake.

"What exactly does this... explain?" Anakin says in an agitated voice.

The worker huffs out a laugh and scans another package of sweets that Anakin had picked out. "What do you think it means? I just think that when you're that size you don't need to add to it. Should be eating salads instead." He answers simply with a shrug.

"Anakin it's ok just ignore it-"

That did it. That was it. In a split second Anakin's temper flairs and in an instant, his self control is shattered. He sees red in this moment His entire body clenches with anger and he feels a burning possessive rage well up inside him. He grips the handle of the shopping cart with one hand and balls his other hand into a fist at his side as he turns to square up to the worker. His voice comes out in an angry tone, dangerous and cold and sharp, almost like a snarl, low and warning.

"Say that again."

"Anakin..." you say in a quiet warning tone, nerves growing. You were used to this treatment so why did he care so much after only knowing you since last night?

The worker raises his eyebrows, speaking a bit easier now. "Look man, I don't care if you're a chubby chaser. You like what you like. But all I'm saying is that this isn't healthy and she should eat better." The worker says not realizing he's speaking to someone who could easily weasel into his brain.

Anakin ignores you as you try to calm him.

He's seeing red and there's nothing anybody could say in this moment that would help. He can't control his anger right now. His nostrils flare with anger at the audacity of this worker to speak to you like that. It's even more annoying and infuriating when he refers to him as a "chubby chaser" as if his presence at your side was a disgusting thing, as if you weren't the most beautiful thing in the galaxy to him already.

"Don't say another word," He snarls.

He puts his hand up in surrender, the items all scanned. "No offense to you man. Just saying is all. Obesity isn't cute."

Anakin takes in the worker's smug look and the mocking, almost pitiful expression on his face. Like he's pitying the both of them and looking down on them. He can practically see the thought process going on in the man's head as he makes a snide comment about your weight being "unhealthy" and something that "isn't cute"

He clenches his jaw in anger, biting back the furious words that he wants to throw at this lowlife loser worker. He knows he could do something, should do something to teach this little prick a lesson.

He moves a hand in front of him in a slow sweeping motion. "You will apologize to her and allow us to leave without paying."

Your eyebrows furrow at his reaction. You had expected him to punch the man not... whatever that is. What even did he do?

The worker nods. "I will apologize and allow you to leave without paying." He repeats back monotone. He turns to you. "I'm sorry."

What the hell?

Anakin sees your expression and can practically hear your unspoken questions as you watch him use a Jedi mind trick on the worker. It's not something he's particularly proud of doing, but in this moment he doesn't really care.

He then watches as the worker turns and apologizes to you. Satisfied, he turns to you and grabs the handles of the shopping cart.

"Let's go."

"What? I-huh?" You follow him out of the grocery store as he pushes the cart. You catch up to him. "What did you do? Did you use your weird magic thingy?"

Anakin keeps walking, pushing the cart as he makes his way out towards the parking lot.

His strides are purposeful and determined as he walks next to you. He glances your way as he continues walking, hearing you say, "weird magic thingy" and can practically hear the curiosity in your tone as you ask him about what he did back there.

"It's called a jedi mind trick," He explains simply, "A simple little skill we can use in the Force to...influence the minds of those around us."

Your eyebrows shoot up and you look back at the grocery store entrance.

"What? Seriously?" You question before shaking my head. "You really didn't have to do that, I promise. I'm used to it." It was endearing and honestly nice to have someone stick up for you for once.

Anakin continues walking and pushing the cart, listening to you speak. He can practically hear the disbelief in your tone and see the surprise on your face, both of which he expected.

He hears you say yhat you were used to it. Well, that fact didn't make him feel any better about it at all.

"You shouldn't have to be used to that," He says firmly.

You shake my head as we reach my car and you pop the trunk so the groceries can be loaded in.

"I mean you aren't wrong but...l dunno humans on Earth can be pretty shitty. Just gotta pick your battles," you say starting to load things up. "Are there not assholes in your galaxy?"

Anakin helps you load the groceries into the trunk, tossing each individual bag into the back once they're filled, a bit more roughly than he probably should.

He thinks about your question and answers with a small scoff and nod of his head. "Yes, there are assholes in my galaxy and in this galaxy too apparently. I think that's a universal thing. Sadly. Most humans are just...assholes. Except you apparently."

You stop loading the groceries when he says that and give him a small smile.

"Thanks..." you say quietly. "Now go sit down in the car. I don't need you over exerting yourself while you have broken ribs."

A warm, fluttering feeling settles in his stomach as you give him a smile, something he's not used to feeling at all. It takes a moment for him to realize he's feeling butterflies. What the hell? Since when does he get butterflies from someone? He shakes the feeling away for now.

He goes to protest as you tell him to go sit in the car, but your look gives him pause, stopping the words on his tongue.

"Fine," He grumbles out. My smile grows and I nod my head once, happy he doesn't argue.

Once he's in the passenger side, you continue to load the groceries up and take empty cart back to one of the corrals before coming back. You hop in behind the wheel and start the car up. Well now there was extra money since you didn't have to pay.

Anakin sits in the passenger seat and huffs, still slightly annoyed that you told him to sit.

But, at the same time, he begrudgingly understands your reasoning. He is, in fact, injured and you're just trying to keep him from tiring himself out from too much movement or exertion.

As you get in the driver's seat and start the car, he looks over at you. He notices the slight disappointment on your face.

"You put back a lot of stuff you wanted... didn't you?"

"Hm?" You look over at him and sigh as you pull out of the parking lot. Shrugging your shoulders in answer him. " ...yeah...you caught me. I just wanted to make sure I was able to get all the sweets you wanted to try."

His eyebrows raise slightly. Of course you would think of that. You put his wants and desires above your own. Once again. He bites back a groan and rolls his eyes. He notices your sheepish demeanor, as if you were embarrassed about admitting that's what you had done. He watches you pull out of the parking lot and out onto the road.

"You didn't have to do that," He states firmly. "I could have cut back. We could have gotten some of the stuff you wanted too."

You shake your head immediately.

"No, I wanted to make sure you got to try everything you wanted," you explain, "I only had so much budgeted for groceries. Granted if I had known you could have used that Jedi mind trick, I wouldn't have put them all back."

He rolls his eyes again at you shaking your head. Honestly, the way you kept putting everyone else before yourself was both endearing and annoying at the same time.

This was just an example of that.

"You're stubborn," He states bluntly. "I can see that about you. I could tell you've got this...hero complex or something. You don't care about yourself and prioritize other people over you. It's annoying."

Your eyebrows furrow as you look over at him again. A quick glance. His comment actually hurt. You weren’t trying to be a hero. You had just wanted to help him and wanted to be nice. You were treating him the way you’d hoped someone would treat you. But again. You guess that is a no and there's something wrong with you. You sigh, your grip on the steering wheel getting tighter. He didn't find your want to help people annoying last night when he needed somewhere to sleep.

He watches you as you drive, noticing your expression. He can tell that his comment stung you. He can tell that he hit a sensitive spot with you. But he can't stop himself. He can't take tne words back, even if he wanted to, because they're partially true. He can practically hear the thoughts running through your head. He can see the hurt on your face and hear it in your body language when you grip the wheel more firmly with your hands. As if his words effected you that much. A pang of something stabs through his chest, something he doesn't readily recognize at the moment.

He lets out a sigh, as he looks at you, your eyes focused on the road

"You're too good for this world," He says in a low voice, almost muttering it more to himself.

You don't hear what he mumbles, just extra focused on driving back home. Your stomach growls though.

"I'm stopping to get food. Do you want anything or does that add to my hero complex?"

He's quiet for a moment, listening as your stomach grumbles. He snorts, unable to help the smirk that quirks on his lips, his previous annoyance with you replaced by the feeling of humor at his moment.

"Getting food for the both of us is perfectly fine. It's when you start putting yourself last that I take issue," He quips back sarcastically.

He watches out the window, silently taking in the surroundings and people he sees as you drive. He notices you pulling into what appears to be a fast food drive thru.

You sigh and pull up to the speaker box, ordering for yourself before turning to him.

"What do you want?"

Anakin looks over at the menu and takes a moment to study it. A lot of the items listed on the board confused him. He had no clue what half the things listed were. It's almost overwhelming. He finally decides on getting something that seemed promising.

"Just get me one of the 'Big Mac Meal'things. That sounds fine," He answers.

You nod your head once and order it for him, still bristling a bit from his comment moments earlier. Once the food is ordered you pull up to the window and pay before it's handed out to you. You set the drinks in the cupholders and then let him hold the back before starting back towards your place in silence.

Anakin notices your silence. Again. Something that is not normal from you. Usually you were talking, asking him questions, or joking around with him.

He notices you've been quiet and distant since he made that comment from the car. It irritated and even angered him a little. He wants vour attention again. He wants you to wants your attention again. He wants you to be talking to him again. He doesn't like it when you're not. He's not used to that.

"Are you seriously upset at me over that one comment?" He asks, a bit of annoyance returning to his voice.

Your eyes flick over to him before looking back out at the road as you drive and shrug causally.

You were just a kind and caring and sweet and pretty sensitive person who wanted to make sure everyone around you was okay.

"A little yeah. Is that not allowed either?"

He huffs and frowns, clearly frustrated by your answer. He was used to people being annoyed or upset at him but coming from you, it was different. He didn't like it.

"It's not that it's not allowed. It's more so the fact that I was right about you," He tells you bluntly. "You don't care about yourself. You give your everything to others."

You scoff at his response.

"You don't know me. You've only known me since last night and you weren't the most coherent last night anyways."

He snorts at your scoff and shakes his head in response. He turns to you in his seat.

"Maybe not. But I can tell by what l've seen from you so far," He retorts. "You let me into your home. A complete stranger. You made sure I had food and clothes. You made sure I was comfortable. You even went out and bought stuff for me to have. You keep offering to do more for me. You keep putting me first. All I'm saying is that you're too damn sweet and kind and caring and sensitive. You care too much about others."

You spare a quick glance away from the road to look at him. Maybe he was right but you only feel useful if you’re providing for someone in some way.

"So then what should I have done last night? Left you out there?"

He leans back in his seat as he meets your gaze. He can practically hear you thinking those words in your head. I only feel useful if I'm providing for someone in some way.' He sighs.

"No," He says, his tone slightly softer this time, losing some of the irritation that was there. "I'm not saying that at all. You're missing my point here. I'm... You helped me out and I...appreciate it but," He pauses and watches you drive. "It's like you're too damn nice. Too damn empathetic and caring."

You sigh softly, letting his words linger for a moment as you process them. You relax a little as he softens a bit and realize it's not necessarily an insult from him. You’re already starting to learn that he doesn't always use the best choice of words.

You shrug again, almost in a defeated way. "Well I don't know what to tell you, Anakin."

He watches you as you speak, his gaze studying your face, your expression, your body language, your tone. He watches as you relax and relax a little himself. He has a realization that he spoke a little too harshly.

He sighs again, a bit frustrated that he keeps running into this problem when he's talking to you. He wishes he could just word things better around you. He's just used to being so blunt and straightforward.

He watches you shrug your shoulders.

"You're almost...too good."

You glance over at him again, hearing what he says this time. You don't know how to respond. It doesn't come off as anything with malice. Still, you’re not sure what kind of response you should give him.

The rest of the ten minute drive to your place is quiet but not as tense this time.

He watches you for a moment after he says the words. He watches your face for a response. He notes a change in your reaction this time. He can tell you don't know what to say or how to respond. He sighs, once again frustrated that he can't seem to word things right around you. He leans back in his seat again, watching your face as the rest of the drive goes by. He notes that the tension in the air had faded somewhat. There's something about you that he can't quite put his finger on. Even after knowing you for barely more than 24 hours, there's something familiar about you. Familiar and yet foreign.

A couple minutes pass and you pull into the driveway of your place again.

"You can just take that inside and l'll grab the groceries," you say nodding towards the fast food bag in his hands, biting your tongue to suppress the urge of making some smart ass remark about it giving you a bigger hero complex.

He can tell that you were holding yourself back from being sassy. He can sense you biting you tongue, so to speak to keep your comment from slipping out. He watches you nod towards the bag in his lap, telling him to take that inside and you would get the groceries. He raises an eyebrow at you, watching you.

"Are you sure?" He asks, a hint of skepticism in his tone and on his face. He's starting to pick up on the fact that you have a thing where you want to do everything yourself.

Everything.

You put your hands up in surrender.

"Only offering because you have broken ribs and don't want you to make it worse. Don't wanna keep you stranded on this planet for longer than need be."

He scoffs, rolling his eyes at your statement.

Even if your concern was warranted, he found it extremely annoying that you kept thinking about his own well-being over yours.

It was a reoccurring theme with you, one he was growing increasingly frustrated with.

"I'm perfectly fine to get a few bags out of the car," He replies in a gruff tone. "'m not THAT fragile, you know."

You let out a huff and throw your shoulders up.

"That's fine. Do whatever you want. The bags are in the trunk." You shrug grabbing a few but leaving most of them in the car.

He watches as you huff at him as his stubbornness meets yours. He watches you throw your shoulders up in a frustrated manner.

His eyes follow you as you exit the car and start grabbing some of the bags in the trunk.

When he notices you leaving most of them in the car for him, he feels his annoyance spike.

He can't tell if you had done that on purpose or if you just weren't strong enough to carry all of them.

"Are you really going to leave this all for me alone?" He asks, gesturing to the remaining bags in the trunk.

You look over your shoulder at him and shrug casually again.

"Ah I think I'm just doing what you said I should do for once and I'm being selfish."

He watches you throw him a casual shrug again when he questions your intentions. He sees your gaze flick over your shoulder to look at him. He feels his own annoyance and frustration spike again when you use his own words against him. He didn't like how you were turning this around on him. Even if you were using his own stubbornness against him and he could admire your sass and feistiness.

It still drove him nuts. He lets out a loud scoff.

"You are such a smartass."

You nod.

"'m aware." You unlock the front door and go in, setting the few bags down on the counter.

He watches you nod your head confidently, fully knowing that you were well aware of the fact that you're a smartass. He sighs. You're so frustrating but he can't help but admire your attitude. You're not afraid to sass him and stand up to him. That drives him nuts as well. He huffs as you unlock your front door and go inside, setting your bags down. He grabs the remaining ones from the trunk and walks inside with them.

You over as he walks in and notice him wincing more than before. You quirk an eyebrow up at him.

"Did you hurt yourself more?" You question gently, genuinely concerned.

He notices the way you quirk your eyebrow up at him. He notices the gentle tone you used as you ask if he hurt himself more. You just looked so damn concerned. He was a sucker for you already.

"I...did tweak my ribs again a little bit," He mutters, reluctantly admitting this as he sets the bags down on the counter.

You sigh softly, all the irritation and annoyance fading away.

"And see, that's why it's not so bad to accept help sometimes." You point out gently.

"As much as either one of us hates to admit it, it seems we're both stubborn."

"I suppose I'll have to get used to your stubborn ass then," He mutters in response, not denying your statement.

You laugh softly at his response, starting to unload some of the groceries now.

"That's fine because it seems like I'll have to get used to your's as well."

"Seems so." You muse as you both put away the groceries together.

It was oddly domestic to him, a calmness he hasn’t experienced before settling over the two of you.

[eloquentlytired]

steve rogers & sherlock holmes prompts

pairings: 1st prompt — sherlock holmes x gn! reader, 2d prompt — steve rogers x gn!reader

note: decided to do a spin the wheel with the chars I write for & some prompts! they're gonna be funny & fluffy. no smut here ( the world is shook ik )

prompts by @mouserzwuzhere !!!

gifs by @beyondthefold

you find sherlock sleeping on the couch, limbs spread everywhere like a starfish. he'd been drinking of course but it didn't surprise you after living with him for many months. you were working as his assistant— or rather you were his damn nanny because according to mycroft he needed one in his old age. you hovered over him as he snored, your hands full of the most adorable thing to exist in the universe. a snicker left your lips as you placed it on sherlock’s chest thinking about all the times he had angered you or been a pain in the butt.

sherlock found himself in the displeasure of being awoken by someone... something? he blinked carefully as something began bouncing on his chest although for a moment. it was light but it was still there. when the man opened his eyes first he saw you, grinning in the most evil way possible, and then he saw that. not a dog. not a cat. not even a spider. no it just wasn't something that would satisfy your revenge against him. sherlock slowly looked back at you, disheveled hair falling over his face. he was bothered, disturbed even, and the fact alone brought you joy.

sherlock spoke your full name. uh oh. “get. the. frog. off. me.”

you shrugged crossing your arms over your chest. “could I? well technically I could but..” you pretended to think before offering him another wicked grin. “I would rather not. he seems to like you.”

“if you don't get it off this instance—” the frog suddenly jumped on sherlock’s forehead and went completely still. sherlock stilled as well, his body as if frozen and his eyes still glaring at you. wide and clear.

you smashed a hand over your mouth and tried to remain silent. “holy balls—”

“one.” he was fuming, you knew he was. the man actually never slept and here you were, humiliating him with a random frog. definitely not a lover of them huh? “two.” sherlock spoke slowly and you quickly understood he wasn't joking.

you moved forward and collected the baby frog in your hands, placing it near your plants collection. the couch creaked behind you and you knew sherlock was getting up to reach his target, aka you. “it was a joke! I mean kind of? I laughed,you didn't. Oh well! We could move on like adults—” he cut you off by towering over you yet keeping a respectful distance. “I’ll go to the bathroom. I'll take a shower. And by the time I'm out so will the frog.” He said emphasizing the last word. That was kinda funny too but if you laughed right now you and the frog would stay homeless.

he was satisfied enough when you nodded and began walking away. “perhaps the little guy could keep you some company!”

“That is not coming in this house!” he barked.

“Well technically he already is in the h—” his glare silenced you for good. you picked up the small froggy and held it as you went outside to reconnect him with nature. if only sherlock would do the same sometimes.

nothing could have prepared steve for this one. he could expect anything else ; a flying army of zombies. alien venomous cows. a forehead kiss from tony stark what the fuck. maybe chocolate on pizza. was that a thing now in this time and age?

it didn't really matter when you were right there on a motorcycle parked next to steve’s. “no. I refuse.” he said about to put on his helmet but ultimately stopped when he spotted you. you looked at him, raising your eyebrow in question and laughed. “sorry?”

“I am the coolest looking one on a bike. you cannot possibly take that away from me. Besides since when do you drive a motorcycle?” steve said pointing an accusatory finger at you. he didn't realize it was some type of compliment which made it even more amusing.

“actually I'm pretty sure the coolest biker is nat—”

“don’t you dare say nat looks cooler than me on a bike.” he warned.

“well she does. and you already have a title! you can't use the hot biker one too.”

“what? what title?” steve asked.

“america’s ass.” you deadpanned.

steve’s lips formed into a small ‘O’ before he placed a hand on his chin, rubbing it in deep thought. “huh..well..” you kept staring at him, raw judgement evident on every part of your face. steve rolled his eyes and eventually wore his helmet. “we’ll talk about this later. this isn't over.”

you bit back a laugh, placing your hand over your forehead horizontally.

“sir yes sir!” steve rolled his eyes again and drove off, a small smile on his lips.

perhaps that's why you two would never do missions together — you could never be serious.

[bullet-prooflove]

Let the rain come pouring down I’m not afraid to drown

Tagging: @kmc1989 @alixw22x @vintagedaydreams @madisonbroxson1 @shira666 @zealouslibrariesparadiselight @lovethis-lovethat @foxfables

Companion piece to:

Wild Bloom - Jamie buys flowers on the anniversary of Lee’s death.

Palm Sunday - Jamie needs help with one of his plants.

Prequel to:

Everything (NSFW) - Jamie wants everything with you

You don’t carry an umbrella. It’s a concept that’s completely alien to Jamie, because he’s always prepared no matter what the weather. It’s a product of his upbringing, a message that was instilled into him from an early age by his father.

Plan for everything, that way you can never be surprised.

“Sometimes it’s nice to enjoy the moment, feel the rain on your face.” You had said to him when he took you out for dinner last night. “Good things can come of being spontaneous.”

He thinks about your words the next day as he’s leaving the office. The town is experiencing a downpour and he’s watching the droplets as they bounce off the sidewalk.

He should have kissed you last night. He’d wanted to but he’d gotten in his own head, started to doubt himself. He’d tucked his hands into his pockets instead and wished you goodnight. You were disappointed he could tell but it was already too late to walk it back.

Sometimes it’s about taking a leap of faith, he recalls Lee telling him when he’d come to Jamie for help with a marriage licence.

Jamie hadn’t been able to understand it at the time because Anna-May had barely been back in his brother’s life more than a couple of days and suddenly Lee was making this huge monumental choice. He thinks he’s starting to get it now because Lee was right when you know, you know and sometimes you just have to take a chance.

Your flower shop is only a couple of minutes down the street and for the first time in his life Jamie tosses caution to the wind and leaves his umbrella behind. He steps out into the rain, letting it immerse him as he begins the walk. There’s something cleansing about the sensation, it washes away his doubts he tilts his head up towards the clouds.

It’s gone past five by the time he reaches the building. The closed sign is hanging in the window but the lights are still on and he can see your shape through the water speckled glass as you tidy your way around the shop. He raps his knuckles lightly on the door and when you open it, it feels like a way of sunshine lighting up his entire world. You’re wearing a yellow summer dress, embroidered with tiny white daisies, a white cardigan draped over your shoulders to ward off the chill as the weather changed throughout the day.

“Jamie.” You say as you open the door to let him inside. “What are you doing here?”

“Something I should have done last night.” He tells you before his mouth covers yours and you’re drowning in the sensation of him, the heat of his body, the rush of passion that ignites in your veins as he kisses you.

The door clicks shut behind him as he pulls away, his damp hair falling across his forehead as he cradles your face between his hands.

“Do it again.” You whisper as he looks into your eyes. “Kiss me again.”

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[juno-of-wonderland]

Hello. I got an idea after listening to these songs - requiem ver chogakusei Alien Stage - sweet dreams. Namely, that Yu has the magic of music (more precisely, magic manifests itself when Yu sings or plays musical instruments, sometimes when he dances). And I would like the guys to catch Yu during one of these actions (dormitory wardens + Jamil). Just imagine how Yu sings requiem and magic begins to appear in the form of flames/shining stars/flowers, etc.)

you brought me some memories and I love ideas involving music, most of my entries are made with a POV playlist and I swear I tried to do it in dorm order, but I was blocked so I wrote who already had one (yes, I I do everything disorganized and then together) and as my limit is 7 characters, I believe you asked to change Kalim for Jamil, if not, just let me know and I'll do his THANKS FOR THE REQUEST

Azul Ashengrotto

-Azul was ending the day and going to his room -but the kitchen lights were on, which made him frown, don't people know how much energy can cost? -as he was approaching, he heard a small voice singing "I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something" -he sneaked in to see you and his eyes widened -there you are, washing the dishes, a normal thing, if it weren't for the small bubbles forming around you and the water apparently wanting to come out of the sink -he was certainly stunned for too long for you to stop your work and look at him -you stare at each other in silence -he clears his throat and says he appreciates you staying until everything is finished, but it's already late and he's going to walk you to the mirror -if you act as if nothing had happened or don't know that anything happened, he will understand that tiredness is causing some kind of jock -if you seem nervous, then he knows that what he saw was your secret… that he can use later

Malleus Draconia

-this man loves the night, we all know, but you didn't expect him to show up today -you start singing outside the ramshackle and doing a very small and centered dance -it's not really a dance, it's just a swing -small flowers bloom next to your feet as you says "Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree" for the second time -and the dragon is watching everything -he is surprised but delighted by your performance, he finds it adorable -he only talks to you when you finish -Malleus asks about your magic with interest, but if you don't want to talk about it, he won't insist, even if it upsets him -please sing him another song

Idia Shroud

-a miracle happened and this man was outside his room -he wanted to play a new game with you -Idia just didn't expect to catch you singing alone in a completely personal and shameful moment -he planned to sneak out, he was really going to do it! but your voice is so jahavsbgsjsbsfgssnj he sounds like an otome boy, stop doing this to him! -you start another song "one vague, misjudged view like a faint flower gone insane " -and that's when he realizes, small spark of fire dancing on top of his head -he leans over from where he was hiding, to get a better look… and ends up tripping and falling -Please don't do anything to him! he didn't want to peep! -if he has the courage to mention what happened while you were singing and you look confused, he will get excited like "I think you unlocked a power because you were brought here like in an isekai… in fact you are already in one isekai" -if you are aware of this ability, it will be your little secret, he will keep this information and fulfill the promise

Vil Schoenheit

-Vil was going to her dorm, to take you on a comparison trip -This man's ears are trained and he doesn't even need to open the door to see that you are singing -he ponders whether he should go or not, he chose to stay and open the door slowly and you sing "if i became a butterfly, so free"

-and look at his surprise when he saw you beaming like a crystal while (trying to) clean -several occasional sparkles and butterfly's swirling around you -you get scared when you see him -"your performance…" Vil begins "it wasn't bad, but I'm disappointed that you hid your magic potato" he's serious -after all, his magic suits you, he wants to know why you don't tell anyone, but he won't be invasive, he will be… subtle

Jamil Viper

-I couldn't think of an excuse for this guy to find you, so let's get to the basics -he was passing in the hallway when he heard his voice coming from an empty room -he pulled up next to the door and heard you sing "Lord, Please when the song is over, save me please My Father, My Universe Take away the small and weak me" -and when he looks at you and literally sees stars dancing with you -this man is bewildered, I think tiredness has finally caught up with him -but he remains silent, without interrupting you, you seem so carefree now, he doesn't want to take away that feeling -At some point he will leave, you won't even notice it -he needs to see this again and make sure it wasn't something in his head

Leona Kingsholar

-Now I Live in Darkness Bring me brightness Show me proof you hear my sound Live in darkness Bring me brightness Show me proof you're here now -His ears twitched at that, why does someone always have to show up at the botanical garden and disturb his sleep? -Leona intended to go back to sleep when he recognized your voice -he decided to sit down and look at the free and private show he was getting -…why are there rose petals surrounding like a hurricane and why are flowers blooming on the bushes? -he remained quiet, his mind loading until you noticed him -this guy has a mischievous smile on his face -"it seems that the herbivore hides several little things, doesn't it?"

Riddle Roseheart

-you had offered to help paint the roses -you were bored and started singing "Sweet Dream, it's today, wait for me I'll go see you soon, woo~woo~woo" along with small movements -a crown of flowers began to form on his head and roses as red as blood surrounded the garden -like when you hear a familiar voice behind you, you even spill paint on yourself -"since…since when can you do this?" -Don't try to pretend you didn't notice -he is willing to listen and help you control this magic better -he thinks what you do is really beautiful…just don't say it out loud

I hope I got the songs you said right

[blorb-el]

[in the style of the Finding Nemo seagulls] Id fic? Id fic? Id fic? Id fic?

ok id fic!!

the backstory is over the weekend i needed a break from editing wsbf, and i found a prompt on the dc kinkmeme, along the lines of: omega bruce foils an assassination attempt on kryptonian ambassador kal. this is probably a one off thing in this verse, it is not a story it's just a little. warmup

1.5k, gen, superbat, omegaverse, i was gonna leave this completely unedited but @januariat as usual saved my life

So this is it, Kal thinks, gasping for breath as he presses vainly at the side of his robes, trying to stem the blood. Krypton’s last hope, Krypton’s only hope, and he’s failed. Around him there’s noise, chaos, as Mala and Tor race after the assassin, as the humans’ voices rise in alarm. There’s another being next to him. Kal flinches as the black-garbed one presses primitive bandages to his side. There’s nothing he can do but wait for his skilorrosh, the death vision Telle grants as Flamebird frees his soul from his body and bears it home on her wings to Rao.

Can Flamebird even find him here, on this strange world? Is he doomed to be lost to Kythona’s darkness? It seems like it; there’s no warming red glow the poets of the brain-vaults had described, only cold and darkness and pain pressing in on his vision. Kal closes his eyes. Mother. Father. I’m sorry.

And then - radiant gold, beyond anything he’s ever imagined possible.

When Kal had been a young child, perhaps five or so, he had snuck into his father’s lab and found himself floating. Antigravity was nothing new to him - Jor had discovered the principle years before his birth - but his father had been experimenting with augmenting the machine, passing the energy through different wavelengths of light. Kal’s whole body had felt, for a brief moment, as though Rao himself had taken hold of it, like he was stronger than a drang, faster than a photon. And then he had gone out like a light, along with the power supply of half the city of Kryptahnugrhahs.

This overpowering, blinding sensation is the only thing that has ever felt close. His blood is made of lightning, his nerves fire. The scents and sounds of the room explode into infinite detail, and he jerks his hands to his ears instinctively, accidentally shattering the rock hall of the floor. He curls tighter, helpless against the smell of blood and panic in the air, Tor and Mala’s Beta and Omega scents united in fury, the mass of human scents impenetrable and alien. There’s one close to him, the one that’d been helping, pressure against his side, a little stronger. Kal curls into it, instinctively reaching for the wrist.

Something feels wrong with the glove as he touches it, though. It bends, and then the pressure’s gone, the hand withdrawn. Kal - had he hurt them? He curls tighter, distressed, an almost childlike whine escaping. He doesn’t want to hurt- 

“Just breathe,” a low voice murmurs near him. There’s something touching his face. Kal turns his hand into it blindly. The sounds around him - they’re fading a little. But so is the pain. Kal frowns and moves a hand back to his torso, where the bullets had gone in. His tabard is still slick with blood, his body’s…

It hurts. But it’s a lot better.

That low comforting voice starts to count, and Kal does his best to time his breathing to it. The noise and chaos is more distant now. Kal opens his eyes. It’s one of Earth’s protectors kneeling above him, the mysterious one in the mask. The Batman. The opaque, unnerving white lenses of his mask have been retracted, and his eyes are fixed on Kal’s.

“That’s it,” the man says reassuringly, and there’s a hint of a rumbling purr to the words. Kal blinks, the uproar of talking and breathing and heartbeats easier to filter out in favor of the man before him. There is something strange - the briefings had said that the planet still practices caste-based discrimination, and yet - this man has the alien but unmistakable richness to his scent, concealed though it is under neutralizers, the reassuring timbre to his voice common to the human Omegas of Earth.  

Omegas, on this backwards planet, would not be first responders, would not be public servants. Would not be what the briefings had called ‘super-heroes.’ And yet this man is an Omega.

He’s staring up into the man’s silvery-gray eyes, washed out like the color of rain, when the noise takes a sharp upturn. Batman looks away. Kal smells his fellow ambassador’s scents before he hears their voices. Mala is first to reach them, pushing through the crowd, fury roiling in her scent. “You animals,” she snarls, and Kal notes with alarm that she’s pulled the concealed raygun General Zod had insisted they carry. He pushes himself upright.

“Stand down, Mala Ro-Zan,” Kal growls, or tries to growl, anyway.

“We will not stand down,” Tor growls back to him Lurvish, teeth bared at the humans surrounding them. His diplomat’s staff has reformed into a vikhirn, its three points gleaming in the dim red light. “The outsiders shot to kill you, moliom! We came to them on our knees begging for help and the savages-”

The vikhirn’s deadly points of light focus on Batman’s cowl as Tor levels the weapon at the Omega, and something inside Kal snaps. “Stand down,” he roars, Alpha markings burning gold-bright across his skin. There’s a reddish haze across his vision, and he distantly realizes that he’s a few inches off the ground. Mala bares her teeth, furious, but centuries of civilization fold beneath millenia of evolution and her claws slide back beneath her skin. Tor, as a Beta, is less affected; he stops in his tracks, low challenge-growl beginning in his chest, but when Kal stalks towards him he ducks his head.

The hall’s fallen silent. Kal takes the vikhirn from Tor and inputs the dissolution override; the sunstone crumbles to sparkling dust. He holds his hand out to Mala for her raygun.

“No, moliom,” Mala rumbles. “I will not leave us defenseless in this - khaovrrosh.” She leaves the insult in Lurvish, the older language impenetrable to Lantern translation, but with the open disdain in her eyes as she looks at the assembled humans, Kal doubts that the insult will be lost on them. His Alpha hindbrain has retreated but it’s close under his skin, tense with the danger of the situation. Later that night, writing his report, Kal will look back on his loss of composure with some embarrassment. But in the moment it was the only thing he could have done, with the lightning still racing through his veins and the knowledge that Krypton is doomed if the mission fails. The last of the surge of power fades, and he drops to the ground, trying not to stagger. Mala moves in to support him, albeit begrudgingly. 

“A human has tried to kill our ambassador Kal-El-jran,” Tor says to the crowd of diplomats, tense. “Your kind has-”

“Stop, Tor,” Kal says. With the all-consuming radiance and the adrenaline of nearly dying gone, he feels exhausted and drained, his side throbbing with pain. But if he doesn’t take back control of the negotiation, Tor will continue with the formal withdrawal. For Rao’s sake, it seems like he’s the only one who remembers what’s at stake here. Kal straightens, leaning on Mala, and looks Tor directly in the eye. “Unless I’m much mistaken, a human also saved my life.” Kal nods to Batman, who’s retreated back into the stone impassiveness he’d greeted the ambassadors with. Kal looks at him a moment too long. His head is starting to ache, and he’s distantly aware of swaying a little on his feet, of Mala moving closer to brace him. “I - move to - let Rao set on the proceedings for today, and - convene tomorrow under a fresh sky.” The formal words are hard to remember.

Wonder Woman, the lead negotiator for the humans, frowns in soft concern. It’s a stark contrast to her warrior’s garb and poise. “Of course. Kal-El-jran, may we offer any medical assistance?”

“Your kind has done quite enough,” Mala snaps, her claws briefly poking into Kal’s side before she retracts them swiftly. Kal can’t quite bring himself to care. Dizziness is beginning to overcome him; he closes his eyes but that makes the swaying worse. Tor says something about having medical facilities on their ship, and there’s another arm around him, steadying him.

“Just promise me we’ll still be on this planet when I wake up,” Kal mumbles to Mala. “Swear it.”

Mala breathes out sharply in frustration.

Kal stops moving. He’ll collapse on the damn floor if he has to, damn Kryptonian pride.

“We will be,” Mala says. “Come on, Kal-El.”

There’s something still worrying him, though. “Did they catch them?” Is there any danger to his fellow Kryptonians, to this tense, frayed distal pack they’ve cobbled together?

“Yes,” Tor says, steadying him up the ramp. The serenity of Kryptonian architecture soothes the ragged edge of his Alpha a little, his instincts recognizing it as safety, even as the throbbing in his side is growing. Kelexo are hovering by the doors, and move in to support him.

“Good,” he tells the ceiling, as a Kelex rolls up his sleeve and injects his arm with medication. “I think - I think I’m going to pass out now.”

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

hi, hi and happy new year 💖✨ may I request thor x daughter reader where she was blipped and they celebrate her first birthday after she comes back and they're all emotional and everything? maybe 17 or 18 yrs, whatever you want and if you want!!!

Finally back to celebrate // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

Summary: you and your father celebrate your birthday for the first time after thanos.

Warnings: korg spying, meik, thor and y/n crying, meik being clumsy

Age: 17 turning 18

Area/place: thors cabin on midgard.

A/N: sorry for all the inactivity recently 😅 and happy new year to you too sweet baby ^^

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your eyelids fluttered open as your father, thor, gently stroked a piece of your hair out of your face. He had a smile on his face as you awoke. You stretched with a yawn. You decided You didn't want to wake up just yet and curled back up again.

"Y/n! Come on, get up! Dont you know what day it is?!" Thor bellows as he smacks you with a pillow. He shakes you to try and get you up.

"Daaad! Stop it...." you groaned. Thor realized there was only one way to really get you up. He poked your stomach and you jumped up.

"Youre really testing me right now y/n..." thor chuckles. "Lets go, wake up now, sweetheart." Thor spoke to you in a soft gentle tone. You rested your head on his shoulder softly. stroking your hair, thor placed a small kiss to your forehead.

You finally stood up, your bed sheets getting caught on your foot. You nearly fell to the floor, but to your luck, thor caught you.

"Careful there, little one. Dont wanna leave this world the same day you came into it, do you?"

You only giggled a bit at his silly words. You pushed open your bedroom door and walked into the living room.

You jumped back at a sudden noise and something hitting you. It hit your arm and the impact would most likely leave a bruise

"Meik! I told you not to point it at people!" Thor hissed at the alien, who had just accidentally popped a confetti popper at you. Valkyrie laughed loudly at this before thor gave her a look, then turned his attention right back to you

"are you okay, angel?"

"Yeah im fine." Your jaw hit the floor when you turned back to the living room, completely decorated. A large 'happy birthday y/n!' Banner hung over two doors, covering the whole wall, korg and val with party horns in their mouths, and streamers everywhere.

"Ta-da!" Korg mumbles with the party horn still in his mouth.

You smiled widely as you saw the scene in front of you. Thor smiles down at you as you are completely lost for words. Though it wasn't much, it was still enough to make this your best birthday yet.

"Korg, val, can you go check if the kitchen is clean?" Thor asks and winks, they were really gonna bring out a cake for you.

"Oh sure!" Korg responds with a obvious wink as well. Korg, meik, and val all run off to the kitchen to prepare it for the birthday girl.

Thor sits down on a couch, his hand gripping yours tightly. He sits you down next to him, he pulls you to him and holds you to his chest. His hands around your waist.

You rested your head against him, smiling widely. "Thank you, daddy. Youre the best. I love you" you speak, looking up at thor from his chest.

Thor gently rubs his hand over your hair. "I love you too, angel." He says before he places a kiss to your forehead. "This reminds me of when you were young. With you snuggled up me like this" thor says with a smile, despite feeling his eyes swell with wet tears

You look up at him with a look of concern, noticing his tears and pulling away. "Daddy? Whats wrong?"

Thor chews at his bottom lip as you ask this innocent little question, feeling more tears arise. "I just missed you, princess...i-i haven't seen you in so long its just....hurts"

"Oh, dad..." you mumble before pulling him close to you.

He let the tears fall and buried himself within your hair, the familiar scent of your shampoo filling his nose. He sniffled before pulling away and cupping your cheek

"I missed you so much, baby..."

"I missed you too...i guess" you joke, thor chuckled tearfully at this, before he pulled you back close to him.

You both sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of meik shuffling around to actually clean with Val ordering him around telling him what to clean up. while korg does something with the cake, most likely adding candles.

None were trusted with lighters obviously, so thor would do that part.

Thor rocked the two of you back and forth slowly. He kisses the top of your head, then your temple, then your forehead, then your cheek.

He continues to smother you in a few more kisses before relaxing once more

"You guys are so adorable" said korg, smiling and leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, spying on you both

Thor gave korg a look that could best be described as "dont interrupt us"

Korg waved in the direction of the kitchen. Thor helped you stand up by taking your hand in his, as if you were royalty, which you are

You saw a mostly white cake with accents of your favorite color. Gold cursive lettering of the words

"happy 18th birthday y/n!!"

18 candles surrounded the words. Thor lit them carefully with a black lighter. You couldn't stop smiling when they started singing happy birthday

Everyone called you something else, which made you giggle

Thor called you angel, korg called you bestie, val called you y/n/n, and meik just mumbled in alien.

"Make a wish, baby" thor says to you, leaning on the edge of the counter. You happily blew out the candles out and everybody clapped

"This means you can have your first drink!" Thor shouts with a laugh

You giggled at his mistake. "Thats 21 dad"

"And?"

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A/N: hi babies, sorry for how long my break has been <3 don't kill me lol

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[cfr749]

My second favorite thing about reading all your fics is reading the comments and counting how many “LANA WHAT THE FUCK” comments there are hahah. Truly incredible writer you are. Glad I’m not the only one saying/thinking it also hah. Always blown away in every emotion I feel from reading your works highlight of my day to read anything from you, it’s like a movie in my head. Your work is an amazing experience every time.

My heart 😭😭😭

Thank you soooo much for this unbelievably kind and thoughtful comment. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy this made me, and I know your words are going to be something I can come back to when I’m feeling discouraged for a looooong time ❤️❤️❤️

I am so, so excited to finalllllllly get Chenford to their happy ending in BYB; here’s a little sneak peek of what’s to come in the next chapter 🥰

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Mortified. She is utterly and completely mortified. What had she been thinking?

She had wanted to be honest; to make sure everyone knew that she knew the magnitude of her mistake. That she was the one that messed up.

But then the host had asked that damn question about giving things another try and Tim had just… been all stoic and silent and Tim about it, and someone had to say something.

So she’d fumbled around with her words, trying to explain that she wasn’t in any position to ask that of him, that she’d never expect he’d even want to give her another chance. Not that she didn’t want another chance, of course she wanted another chance. but it had been months, and she was sure he’d moved on… probably with someone who shared his love of beach volleyball and yeah, it had only gone downhill from there. She’d rambled on like a nervous idiot until their host had finally cut her off, looking downright embarrassed on her behalf and suggesting that maybe this was a conversation they could continue after the show.

And god, Tim had been looking at her like she was some kind of alien from outer space by the end.

She doesn’t regret her honesty, but, god, she does kind of wish she’d been less of a weepy mess about it all.

Unsurprisingly, Tim hadn’t hung around backstage after the reunion to catch up like most of the rest of the cast had.

Not that she could blame him. He was a private person, and she’d just word-vomited her feelings all over him in front of the world. He’d moved on with his life — of course it must have been unbelievably uncomfortable and awkward for him to have to sit there while she’d poured her heart out four months too late.

Lucy’s so busy reliving every microsecond of her mortification in horrifically slow motion that she almost misses the rap on her door.

She scrambles to her feet from where she had collapsed back onto the bed as soon as she made it back to her hotel room, only having paused to kick off her painfully high heels before admiring a view of the ceiling as she’d agonized. She tugs at her dress, attempting to rearrange and overlap the two panels enough to avoid an indecent exposure.

She arches up on her toes to check who it is through the peephole. And she’s so taken aback by the sight of him that she momentarily forgets she is supposed to be doing more than just ogling him through the tiny hole.

He lifts his hand to knock again, and she stumbles back in surprise. The sound is much louder when she has her face plastered to the door. She rolls her eyes at herself before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

[bumpkinspice0]

Recovery Time: Chapter 4

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3k

Summary: He has a guitar and a quiet place to play now. Joel is starting to appreciate slowing down a little, but still wants to be useful. Finally off of his crutches, maybe he can be.

Warnings: A little angsty this time. Little bit of pining

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Chapter 4: Trust

He hates it. He fucking hates it. Sitting all day. The simple act of walking a few feet exhausting him, but he can’t seem to do much else. Like a lazy house cat. It’s foreign to him— being looked after. He didn’t like feeling so weak. Being so goddamn helpless. It’s simply not who he was. He protected the helpless… or used them if he needed to. But he was never one of them— pathetic and small. 

Joel didn’t like it at all. 

He doesn’t know what to do with all this time. He thinks he’s forgotten how to simply just live anymore. Survival was all there was for so long, and now he could actually take a moment for himself— and it was too much. Like he was suffocating on nothing but the air he could finally stop to breathe.

Then there was you. 

You and that impenetrable cheery attitude. Yet another thing here that was completely alien to him. 

He doesn’t deserve this— Any of it. Being catered to. Staying in the little paradise you’d built. Bleeding out in a field alone for the birds to eat was the death he deserved. So why did you take pity on him? What made him so fucking special to be given yet another second chance? You wouldn’t have taken him in if you knew who he was— what he’d done. He knows that for sure. 

You were a capable woman, smart and kind— but so fucking stupid. 

Everyone he knows would have just left him there. He would have if he were in your position. A stranger beaten to hell in the middle of nowhere, there were too many risks with it. Yet you dragged him right through your front door.

You welcomed him in with open arms. That’s just not how it goes anymore. All your time up here alone must have made you thick in the head. You gave him your bed. You feed him your food and put clothes on his back. Why? For nothing in exchange? He still can’t wrap his head around it. 

Has the world really made him so callous? It’s what’s kept him alive for so long. It’s how you survive another day without being able to ever sleep through the night. He wonders if you had the same problems as him. As everyone else. 

You, in many ways, were an enigma. 

You talked. You talked all the time. To him, to that damn dog, to yourself. After years alone it’s probably all you had. Like that movie with Tom Hanks and the volleyball. You’d been alone for so long, it was only natural… and he wasn’t entirely unhappy to oblige some of your ramblings. Some.

While you did build something amazing here, he still pitied you. Pitted the fact that you had only yourself to share it with. 

Christ, even someone like Bill had Frank to share his little safe haven with. 

How did someone like you end up all alone here? Someone beautiful and kind and with valuable skills— someone who should never be alone. The story was probably a sad one. Sad stories were all there seemed to be anymore. He saw it in your eyes sometimes, despite the smile underneath them. That deep pain no one can really hide. Eyes that have seen horrible things. He’s sure his eyes looked the same. 

You turned that pain into this place. Pouring your soul into everything here. He turned his pain into… something else. 

He’s ashamed to admit he was obsessing over what your angle could possibly be, why you would keep him here. What you could gain from him. 

What changed his mind was so stupid. You brought him that cup of coffee and eggs and he could just see it in you. He’s not sure what was so different about you that time. You weren’t pitifully leaving food next to the bed. He didn’t ask for anything. Just a kind gesture to say you were thinking of him as more than a hurt man. A cup of stale coffee in some faded old Garfield mug. Then it was just so obvious—there was no angle here. This is just who you were. 

A good woman. A loving woman. The rarest thing in the world now. 

Or maybe Joel just really missed coffee. 

You’d made something truly beautiful. Not only surviving but thriving all alone. You’d left the property vastly under-protected, but in a way you worked smarter rather than harder. You camouflage yourself rather than make something conspicuous that needs constant maintenance like Bill’s stupid giant gate. The house was almost completely eaten up with overgrown vines sprawling all over every inch of it. Instead of a wall, you planted flowers. Ridiculous… but effective. He’d taken a short walk on the outside of the property the other day and once he got a good few yards away it was just another mass of overgrowth in the forest. 

It couldn’t be sustainable. Nothing these days was. It would all have to be abandoned one day. Just another memory. Yet you put the effort in to make it a nice place to live. Not just a passive temporary shelter, but an actual home. It’d been so long since he’d been in a room that was actually loved. Bill and Frank’s place was loved but in a different way, like Bill was preserving something. A little time capsule of the past— But you somehow embraced the oddity of your situation. 

Random junk decorated your walls and yard. Old rusted things that had no use in them anymore. Yet you displayed them as if to say this was something once. A reminder maybe. The walls of the cabin were lined with old magazine pages, dried herbs and flowers, and old relics of the past. Even a few candy wrappers hung there like family photos. Proof of humanity. Plants in every corner. You used every inch of space selfishly. 

He noticed a few strings of Christmas lights hung around the house and across the property. They were useless now but he can almost picture you dancing at night with the property lit up and music blasting. You seemed like the kind of woman that’d like to dance. 

I was a cluttered mess, but a beautiful one. Chaos yet everything had its place. Everything had its purpose here— except for him. 

He’d been toying with the guitar on the porch for the last 2 days. At first, it sounded like familiarizing himself— scales and reluctant plucking. Seeing if he could still do it. Then a few licks that could resemble an actual song. You didn’t recognize most of them, but it was still nice to have something new to listen to. It was nice to have something to listen to at all.

He was skilled with it. Not a rockstar but well enough to hold his own— Not that you could really tell. You were a little tempted to start shouting song requests once it sounds like he’s got the hang of it again. 

Art had one or two song books lying around— Mostly consisting of classic rock and country. Still, Joel mulled them over all the same. You hadn’t found any chores for him to do while remaining mostly immobile. You gave him a basket of beans to shuck and he had them finished in less than an hour. So you dubbed him the title of radio instead. He didn’t seem amused by it, but it didn’t stop you from leaning into the nickname. 

“Next station!” You playfully shout from the garden. He’d been driving himself half mad for the last 20 minutes trying to get a particular riff just right. 

 “The station changes when I say it changes!” He shouts back, frustration pricking his words. He attempts the riff one more time and stumbles over his own fingers yet again. He mumbles something under his breath and flips to a new page in the country songbook. You hide a smile. 

“Freebird!” You enthusiastically request for roughly the billionth time since he started playing that thing. 

“If you say that one more time, I swear I’m leaving,” He grumbles, coming to a new page. He scans it briefly, recognition flashing in his eyes. “I know this one.” He mumbles, positioning his fingers.

A few practice picks and he starts a slow and clunky melody you didn’t recognize but was still overall pleasant. All of his slow playing was. You glance over and notice him mouthing some words in rhythm with his plucking. He’s putting a song together.

Is he going to sing? You wonder. Now that’d be a show. 

For once since he got here you decided to just keep your mouth shut and enjoy the moment. He was finally relaxing. Comfortable with the situation. It took over a week but you finally didn’t feel like you were walking on eggshells around him. You hope he felt the same towards you. 

You have lunch together— A fresh salad with a boiled egg and some rabbit jerky. You have most of your meals together now. For the first time in a while, you were enjoying mealtimes. It was just something passive you had to do to just fuel yourself. It was a chance for you to slow down too— and learn a little bit more about each other. 

“You said you’re from Texas, right?”

“Austin,” He clarifies, pushing around the greens on his plate, “Came up here when it all started. Been here ever since.”

You nod, your eyes looking back down at your own plate. You didn’t want to push anything, he obviously didn’t like to talk much but neither of you liked sitting in silence. You were both trying.

“Saw a Generator back there,” He breaks the latest awkward silence that brewed, “Looks like it still works?”

“Barely useful,” You grumble, “Gas powered. Only have so much juice left for it. I only turn it on for emergencies or… special occasions.”

“Special occasions?”

“Holidays. My birthday. Or just… bad days” You feel almost embarrassed to admit it, “I use the stereo or watch a movie. It’s like a… treat.”

“A treat,” You catch a glimpse of a smile on his lips. He’s amused at the idea of your little parties. It was a little silly, yes, but it’s certainly kept you sane a few times. 

Entertainment like that was a rarity these days, so whenever you had it you felt like the richest person in the world. Art didn’t have the best selection of music and movies for your taste but it was still something. You’ve unwillingly become a big fan of The Eagles and a lot of Clint Eastwood movies.

You both finish lunch in silence and move on to the next item on the docket. You see his face drop when you come back out with your medical bag.

“Bandage change already?” he asks. You’d been changing his bandages daily right before bed.

“Not yet actually,” You take a seat on the floor in front of him. “Today you get to come out of crutch jail. Can I see your foot?”

He scoots closer to you and gently places his wrapped foot on your lap. He’s eager. You can tell just how much he hated being so immobile. The image of him making a run for it as soon as you take the stabilizers out flashes through your mind. It’s a little cartoonish and funny but from what little you know about him he’ll be leaving as soon as he can walk a straight line halfway decently— Then it’ll be just you and Gus again.

“You sure the pain’s gotten better?” you ask one final time, “Nothing feels… off?”

“I know what broken bones feel like,” he assures you with a small eye roll. Well, without an X-ray machine, his intuition was the next best thing you had. What could go wrong?

“Okay,” you nod and begin the process.

He winces as you unwind the bandages and slip out the makeshift braces. The swelling has gone down considerably but there’s still a little stress on the skin. You gently roll his ankle through a series of movements to assess the damage. He gives an answer for each position through gritted teeth. Overall, it’s not too bad and likely not broken. The time for resting was over. Now he had to move if he wanted to speed up his recovery.

“Do those stretches twice a day. Feel free to walk around as much as you’d like, just don’t stress it too much. Use a walking stick if you need,” You instruct him as you gently roll the compression bandages around your hand and place them back in the bag, “You can put your boots on, just tie them loose. Move it around whenever you’re sitting, keep the blood flowing. Movement is your friend now.”

“Goody,” He groans as he leans down to roll his sock over his now only moderately swollen foot. “Alright, what do you need help with?”

Already back on the grind. 

“I don’t–” you cut yourself off and actually think. He needs to move around. He’s healing up amazingly. Sitting around won’t help him anymore. You haven’t had the option to have help in so long that you don’t actually know what you need. There had to be something for him though, “What are ya good, Joel Miller?”

“Lately, just sitting around and lookin’ pretty.” You pause in shock before a laugh slips out more like a raspberry. It’s the first honest-to-good joke he’s told since he got here. He smiles at your reaction and you notice how the lines on his face change when he does. The dimples in his cheeks. The creases around his soft brown eyes. He was rather pretty… you suppose. 

“I’m good at huntin’, I suppose,” he finally answers. “Noticed we went through those pheasants and rabbit you had.”

“We did,” You confirm. 

“You have any traps set up?”

“I do not,” You confirm again, “Never learned that one.”

“Then I’ll set up some traps nearby,” He stands up with a grunt, taking a moment to regain balance. You hop up and offer your elbow for support but he waves you off, leaning on the railing instead. He wants to do it himself. That’s fine.

You’re a little worried about him going off on his own but he wouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t going to come back…right?

“I’ll go with you.” You offer.

“You have plenty to do here. I can manage if you at least point me in the right direction of some rabbit trails.”

“I can do that. Gus’ll probably go with you. He’ll show you all the good spots and the way back, hopefully.” You look at the lazy dog sitting on the doorstep. His ears perk up at the mention of his name and strolls over to you, “Whadda need for supplies?”

“Rope and wire if you have it. A hammer would be nice.” He takes an experimental step. It’s clumsy but manageable. The next few days are gonna be rough for him but it’ll be what’s best for his ankle in the long run.

You lead him over to the Buck Shack, where you kept most of your miscellaneous supplies. He’s slow but steady, still getting the hang of it. You fill a bag with rope, some rusting wire, a hunting knife, and a hammer. 

“I’ll tie a few here and I’ll head out and place ‘em,” he says, walking over to the workbench.

“Whatever you gotta do,” you say, turning to leave him to his work. You pause at the door. This could be an opportunity to get to know him more. For him to actually show you something. You’re debating your next words, but they still come before you can stop yourself, “Will you show me?”

“What?” his brows knit together.

“Show me… how to make a trap.” You let the request sit a moment before you start to regret it, “Actually, you don’t have to—”

“Okay,” He nods, gesturing you over to him, “Come over here.”

You skittishly walk to his side as he takes the spool of thin wire out of the bag. He cuts a length of it and spins a loop around his fist. 

“For just a simple snare there’s not much to it, actually. Just a noose really. Most traps start the same, it just depends on how you set ‘em up that’s different,” Joel says as he ties a loose knot at the top of the loop, wrapping the wire around itself several times. You watch his large hands work with intensity. Callous, worked hands doing such small delicate movements— His knuckles still a little bruised from whatever fight he had been in. Your imagination runs a little wild at the sight of such strong things doing such small, purposeful movements.

“Just like this,” he holds up the small noose and pulls the loop tighter around his fingers, “This is for a still snare, good for rabbits and squirrels. Tie this up for them to run through on the ground and that’s about it. Nothing fancy. You try.”

You silently cut yourself a length of wire and copy his movements, wrapping it around your fist to make a loop and then twisting the wire around itself loosely at the top. He was right, it wasn’t anything fancy but you can’t help but feel like yours is inferior to his. 

“Like this?” You hold up the completed trap. 

He slides two fingers through the loop and pulls it taut. His eyes burn into yours as he does so— slowly. You immediately feel your cheeks start to heat up as he curls his fingers and gives a small tug. It wasn’t forceful but you can’t help but take a step closer to him.

“Perfect, darlin’.”

[maxbytes]

💚💜 MAXDOOF DRABBLE 💚💜

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Maxidot knocked on the door labeled "Doofenshmirtz" and stood waiting in the hallway. There was a shuffling and clinking coming from somewhere inside, followed by a, "Just a second!" in a familiar voice. Maxidot's long ears perked at the sound of hard-heeled steps against hard flooring. The door unlatched and swung open with urgency, and the man behind it flung up his arms.

"Maaax!" Heinz Doofenshmirtz exclaimed, grinning widely as he motioned Maxidot in. "Come on in. I was expecting you some time in the next few hours, but- oh, would you look at that! I had completely lost track of time working on my- ah! Nevermind, you're actually just in time!"

"Hey Doofy," Maxidot crooned once he found an opening to speak, adoring the man's animatedness. The alien's soft, resigned voice was a stark contrast to the scientist's.

Heinz blinked at the nickname, appearing to be taken aback, then grinned all the wider, his cheeks reddening.

Their relationship had only just started to slide the scale from friends off the internet to something more, which seemed to affect the lone evil scientist quite a bit. On their first official date a few weeks back, there had been a long and deep conversation on whether or not that was the nature of their night together. Heinz had told Maxidot that he couldn't recall ever having been interested in another man, and that his feelings were all mixed up and confused. That his liking toward Maxidot was something that both gnawed at him like a piranha and warmed him from the inside like a hot drink. And it had taken until they had nearly closed the space between their lips in the midst of their shared elation that he could no longer deny or keep these feelings to himself. But it was Maxidot who had initiated the first kiss, soft and quick, more of an experimental peck. When he had pulled away to assess Heinz's reaction, the man had looked for all the world like he was starstruck, at a complete loss for words for the first time that night.

Presently, the excitable evil scientist was as animated as ever, having so much to show and tell his friend, work partner, and new person of interest - er, alien of interest? Maxidot was content to let the other man do most of the talking as they settled into the motions of a new collaborative project. Some kind of -inator that, according to Heinz, was to be the solution to Danville's traffic problem. Maxidot didn't particularly care what the contraption's use was; he enjoyed the process of his art and only wanted to see his visions through. The usage of the final product was, usually, none of his business.

The only obstacle he found in working with his new work partner was that Heinz had a "nemesis," whose job was to "thwart" the evil scientist's scheme of the day. The most curious and strange animal Maxidot had ever encountered on planet Earth, a platypus named Perry. Perry's sudden visitations had caught Maxidot off-guard the first few times, and Maxidot had kept to the sidelines out of instinct, having never been the fighter type, letting the two rivals play out their parts. But today, the platypus was sure to be kept well away.

"You know what's weird, Max?" Hienz shouted down as he climbed down the finished -inator. "Usually Perry the Platypus is kicking down my door by now, but there's not a sign of him. I wonder if he even knows we were planning something evil today."

"Heh, I'm sure he does," Maxidot replied, grinning deviously. "But I don't think he'll be bothering us this time."

"Huh? Why's that, Max? Wait, did you do something to him?" Heinz's eyes grew wide. Maxidot couldn't tell whether the man liked or disliked that possibility.

Waving his hand dismissively, Maxidot sighed, "Oh, it was nothing, really. I simply traced back his whereabouts on the dusk previous and left him a little note. And if he has any respect or integrity, as his side is sure to hold to, he would do well to listen to the words I left for him."

"Did you threaten him harm? Blackmail? Oh, do tell me if you found out anything juicy-!"

"No, no, none of that," Maxidot almost purred, rising to a stand and sauntering over to the scientist. "Just a request that my next visit with you here is 100% platypus-free so that... well," he trailed off as his hand found its way on the other man's chest.

The scientist's heart was beating hard and fast under his palm, loud in the alien's keen ears. Maxidot looked up to meet Heinz's wide eyes with the faintest, questioning smile.

"Did you wanna- did you mean to... uh," Heinz struggled for the right words as he was coaxed backwards with Maxidot's leading steps.

Once Heinz's back planted against the diagonal base of their day's project, Maxidot leaned further forward, up on his toes to reach until his lips found those of the scientist. They locked together firmly for the first time, having only ever shared trying pecks. Heinz made a noise in his throat that sounded out of both surprise and delight. He angled his head so that he could deepen the kiss. Maxidot's fingers curled to grip the other man's shirt tightly as sparks seemed to travel through him like live wires.

Several seconds passed before Maxidot let up on the man that he had pinned diagonally to the hard flat surface, and he took in the delicious sight of Heinz in this soft and vulnerable state he had put him in.

Oh yes, he could get used to this.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

3-91 (Attempted) Murder with a Rocket

One day, Astrologer Azure was out in the forest, looking for materials for Onyx...

when beside the riverbank, she found a baybay!

That has nothing to do with this episode, just baby umber

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico falls out of a tube into a bright white building… not much to differentiate from the rest of TekTopia. He tries to pick himself up off the ground, quite battered. 

INDIGO: You…

The monster wraps his hand around Logico’s neck once again. He throws him against a wall, blurring his vision even more. But he sees something that’s a dead giveaway - a rocket! 

LOGICO: [weak] What are you going to do… colonize… space? INDIGO: With MORIARTY as a satellite, the entire planet will have access to it… 

His voice sounds even more distorted than usual! 

MORIARTY: Updating.

Navy, Slate, and Bluski are in chains. 

SLATE: Logico…

Before he can ask what happened to them, Logico sees the real worst thing in the entire world. Irratino. 

LOGICO: IRRATINO!!!

He’s unconscious, far away on the ground. Indigo blocks Logico from getting to him.

INDIGO: If you are going anywhere, you are going to SPACE, where you will slowly starve to death.

He shoves Navy into the rocket. 

NAVY: Sir… to pilot I need my… INDIGO: YOU NEED WHAT. NAVY: My arms… 

Indigo hisses. He frees his arms but shuts him inside locked tight, even though it’s not scheduled to launch for a while. 

Bluski makes an attempt at running away, but his boots on the floor are too loud. Indigo is almost completely feral. 

LOGICO: MORIARTY… MORIARTY: Registered. LOGICO: Please… I need him… MORIARTY: Command not understood.

Indigo unleashes a new weapon - the sky mine. Essentially just midair grenades. Logico slides across the floor over to Slate. He leads Indigo over, the thrashing breaking her chains due to the alien’s superhuman strength. Logico pleads for her to go. He has to do the same for Bluski. 

BLUSKI: LOGICO GO, YOU’LL LEAD HIM TO ME!

This immediately alerts Indigo to Logico’s plan, and he freezes. He starts creeping very slowly instead. Logico bolts, but can’t find a way to leave this building, and somehow Indigo’s slow pace makes it even more paranoia-inducing. What is there to do now? Bluski tries to run again, but his boots are just too loud. Indigo pins him down. Logico starts to sob.

LOGICO: Oh, Irratino!  MORIARTY: [INSPECTOR IRRATINO] cannot be computed. LOGICO: I knew this would happen! I knew it! MORIARTY: Speaker system-

An unknown voice comes over the speakers.

SPEAKER: Just keep fighting, Logico. 

The simple message empowers him. He runs over and karate-chops Indigo in the back! Sparks start to fly. But they’re flying into Logico - the charge allows him to set Bluski free. 

BLUSKI: what the fuck…

Logico grabs Irratino and tries to leave. But there’s no way out… except for up. Indigo comes to, and snatches them, stealing only Irratino.

INDIGO: HE IS NOT COMING BACK.

He ties Logico up and throws him to the ground, knowing he can’t get himself up without his arms. Irratino is thrown carelessly into the rocket with Navy, and he sets it to countdown.

“Just keep fighting, Logico.”

He throws off his outfit, and his magnifying glass. Lightning shoots out of him. Navy can see what is happening, but doesn’t understand. Logico is a storm cloud.

After electrocuting Indigo, he breaks into the rocket, not bothering to get his clothes back, and holds onto Irratino for dear life as he hears the numbers. His eye suddenly shoots open. It’s not Irratino! It’s a fake! He cries. He knew it was just another fakeout. He totally knew that. He totally knew that.

Inside the stuffed Irratino is a note - “TESLA COIL”. He grabs Navy and lets the rocket leave alone. He’s not leaving the planet again.

The end! 

Cartoonwise, this is my favorite season now

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[ivanttakethis]

Before Round 18 - Tov’s Log

Onyx (?) vs. Lang (?) -> ??? Win

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Lark died on stage.

Tov was still holding his hand.

It hadn't been more than five minutes since they walked out together.

The giant holograph hanging overhead displayed their scores.

69 - 31

He would've died anyway.

That didn't make Tov feel any better.

A bullet to the head may have been a less painful death.

She thought about praying for Lark to have died peacefully, but she didn’t know if the stars were listening.

They hadn't answered her in a very long time. The silence had grown deafening.

Tov was tired.

Someone cut off the lights and music on stage.

The medics took Lark's body in one direction, and three guards took Tov in the other.

She let their gloved hands guide her away without a fight.

They sat her down on a bench backstage. The same bench she found Nyx on after Round 16.

And his second round was up next.

Another guard appeared at her side and draped a shiny, light blanket over her shoulders. A shock blanket.

They gently patted her arm, as if to comfort her, and left as quick as they came.

The chaos unfolding around her faded to background noise, muffled by something separating her from the rest of the world.

Tov kept her eyes cast downward, fixated on her glass heels.

There was a hairline fracture in the right one. It hadn't been there before the round.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there staring; mind hopelessly empty, cotton stuffed in her ears and mouth.

It could've been a few seconds, or a few hours. Time slipped by unnoticed.

Then, an unfamiliar feminine voice called her name. “Tov?”

Tov blinked out of her haze, looking up.

A lone guard stood before her, their hands tucked behind their back instead of resting on their holster or baton. The black visor of their helmet was pulled down over their face.

“I’ve been instructed to take you back to your room.” They said.

Tov nodded slowly and rose to her feet, still clutching the shock blanket. She followed after them in silence.

Neither she nor the guard spoke until they were inside the dormitory.

The halls were empty, completely devoid of any signs of life.

“Listen, Tov,” They said quietly, just a few doors down from her room.

“There was nothing more you could’ve done for Lark. He was already too far gone.”

Tov didn’t know if the guard was trying to make her feel better or simply stating the facts of the matter. She was too drained to think it through.

“I know.” She said anyway.

They stopped outside Tov’s room and the guard waited for her to open the door.

“Goodnight.” The guard said as they turned to leave.

She nodded. “Thanks.”

With the door shut and locked behind her, Tov collapsed on her bed.

She was still wearing her heels.

Usually she would take them off and leave them nice and neat next to the door, but she had nothing left to give.

Tov was so tired.

But she didn’t want to close her eyes.

She didn’t want to see Lark as he lay dying on the stage.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations—

The phone on her bedside table started ringing.

Cassio…

Tov sighed.

She didn’t want to talk.

But if she didn’t pick up, they would just keep calling until she did.

Tov rolled over on her side and pressed the speaker button, “I don’t feel up to talking, Cassio.”

“Good thing I’m not Cassio, then.”

Tov frowned at the voice on the other end of the line.

There’s no way.

“Wren?”

“The one and only.” She could hear the smile in Wren’s voice.

Tov’s eyebrows only furrowed further in confusion. “How did you get this number?”

“I have my ways.”

No further elaboration.

How cryptic.

“Isn’t it past curfew at Anakt?” She asked instead.

“Oh I’m not at Anakt right now, I’m in boot camp. ZYNE wanted to give me one more chance before prep starts for Season 40 of Alien Stage.”

Boot camp?

ZYNE?

Every answer Wren gave only created more questions. It was a good reminder that Tov knew nothing about her.

“I saw your round earlier.” She said. Her voice had lost its bubbly tone.

The sudden change in demeanor and topic made Tov’s head spin.

She sighed, rolling onto her back to stare up at the ceiling, “Yeah.”

Silence.

“What happened to that guy, Lark? Did he make it?”

Tears prickled behind Tov’s eyes. She could still feel the warmth of his hand as his grip gave way.

She had to force out a reply.

“No. No, he didn’t make it.” Her voice sounded off, even to her own ears. “He died on the stage.”

More silence.

“Sorry to hear that.”

Tov didn’t respond, even as the quiet grew oppressive.

She wished she could go back in time and call out Lark’s symptoms earlier.

Maybe if she’d said something before the round started, he would’ve had a better chance at surviving.

Maybe then he wouldn’t have died on display, surrounded by strangers and at most an acquaintance.

The thought weighed heavy on her chest.

“It’s not your fault, Tov.” Wren said, once again seeming to read her mind.

“I know.”

“Do you?”

Tov frowned, yawning, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That I know you’re blaming yourself.” She said. “I can hear it in the tone of your voice.”

Tov would’ve rolled her eyes if her eyelids weren’t so heavy.

Wren sighed, “Look, all I’m trying to say is there was nothing you could do. It was completely out of your control.”

Tov’s head knew that was likely the case, but her heart felt differently.

Losing someone she knew every round was taking its toll.

It got worse each time it happened.

She didn’t know how much more she could take.

“Hey,” Wren called.

“Yeah?”

“Just… hang in there. Okay?” There was something buried in Wren’s words. Tov had no idea what it could be.

She yawned again, finally letting her eyes drift closed. “I’ll try.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Wren said, a little touch of warmth tucked into her voice.

“Goodnight, Tov.”

“Goodnight, Wren.”

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This whole log is just Tov going through it and other people trying to stop her from blaming herself for everything.

And then some light sisterly bonding to balance out the angst.

My headcanon is that the guard who took Tov back to her room was Leona, an acquaintance of Himei’s ( @lookatmysillies ) through her older brother Hayate.

At this point, no one knows Lark’s cause of death. The investigation notice goes out after Tov falls asleep.

Lark belongs to @kamersona.

[therealkhajida]

Chronophobia

- The irrational fear of the future and time.

Jaime didn’t understand what was happening to him, he didn’t understand what he was seeing around him. It was all too chaotic and out of place, it looked like earth but destroyed, decaying and gray. What was going on?

He started to walk around, the sound of silence was heavy and only the few crackling of fire that was near broke that quiet air. What happened? He was just at home and all of a sudden this happens, it appeared out of the blue.

He even felt something wrong with him, but that wasn’t possible, he was okay as far as he knew, he stepped cautiously around, the air was contaminated, it was no longer clean and it was hard to breath in it.

He coughed a few times, trying to hydrate himself with his saliva, he felt so dehydrated, like he hasn’t drank water in days, hopefully that wasn’t the case, or else he’d die very quickly.

Walking across the rubble he found that it was completely deserted, not a soul in sight, he wasn’t panicked though, he was calm, just like a fish in blue ocean sea travelling on his own, it was home.

It didn’t make sense, he found himself being more afraid of the fact he was calm about this rather than being scared of what happened to the remaining of human kind. Was he even alive? Was this his afterlife?

Before long he finally heard a sign of life, but it was unpleasant, people were screaming. He ran, trying to find footing in a rubble is difficult, he nearly tripped and fell a few times. But the noise was getting closer, he’d save those people, that’s what he does.

He halted in his track, before him were the remnants of his kind, chained, skinny and dead-looking, life had been sucked out of them. Jaime watched from afar as an alien passed by the humans, it was big, it had a blue like armour around its body, almost resembling the exoskeleton of an insect.

Jaime apprehended the sensation of vomit in his throat, what was this? Did human kind fall? Who’s fault was this? Why doesn’t he remember?

Windows beside him glinted in a slight glow as the sun hit them, only for a few seconds but it made Jaime turn his head to them, but he wished he hadn’t.

Blue.

Jaime saw not him but a blue and black armoured alien, he was buff, he had no emotions in his eyes but only malice could describe what he was perceiving. The reflection smiled back at him.

Blue.

Jaime ran, screaming like a child, he didn’t care of the rubble underneath him, he was scared, god he was so scared.

Blue.

He tripped, his covered his face with his hands as instinct and shut his eyes, taking blows on his back and abdomen. His body halted to a stop on the ground.

Blue

The feet of a teenager greeted his face, his vision hazy as he glimpsed up at who it might be. A little girl, but not just any little girl.

His baby sister.

Su hermana.

Blue.

Jaime’s heart thumbed against his chest he was sure that would burst, water tickled his eyes even if he knew he shouldn’t have any. She was bruised, her baby face now grim and skinny, she was horribly skinny and a gashed wound was open on the side of her arm, flies circled around it.

“Look at what you did.”

She pointed to herself before gesturing to the rest of the world, he remembered now. He was a mole, he had helped an alien race take over earth.

Blue.

Jaime couldn’t breath, as if he could before but it was worse now, his heart was beating, his mind was hazy he couldn’t focus, his throat was closed away and he was crying, snot in his nostrils, every sob was harder than the last.

Blue.

His mind went blank, next he knew he found himself in the desert. His shirt and pants dirty with dirt and his bare arms had a few cuts to them.

🪲- Jaime Reyes, you are awake.

“What..happened i-“ Jaime had a raging headache which made him wince, he curled himself on the ground, hugging his stomach.

🪲- You were infected with fear toxin, a toxin made to make people hallucinate their worst fears. I got the toxin out of your system as fast as possible.

Jaime groaned on the floor, closing his eyes to make himself more comfortable.

“Why am i here?” He slurred on his words, he felt numb in every place of his body, almost like he was drunk in some way.

🪲- To be safe. If you were in the desert no one would be in your way, and you’d be safe.

Jaime was about to speak before a hit of nausea got in his trachea and he quickly faced the floor to hurl whatever was in his stomach to Mother Nature.

He rolled after wards, facing away from the vomit, he was slightly shaking and he was so weak it was hard to even move his hands.

“Get…get me back home and in bed Khaji..” He asked as he closed his eyes. He knew The Scarab Said yes but didnt acknowledge it, the warmth of the armour around him made him tickle but the anxiety of becoming whatever he hallucinated was in the back of his mind, maybe he’ll take a break from the scarab for a while.

From Blue beetle.