#oooo another one that hit harder writing it than I thought it was going to!!!!

[scarlett-ink]

Eclipse of the Valley Chapter 7:

Stars

Your talk with Sun and Moon went relatively well, and with the promise of another talk with them tonight you can only hope it goes well too.

But they aren't the only one's to give you new information about where they came.

[00katrinka00]

Not A Love Story Update #21 Part 1

With the end of term coming in two short weeks, it was crunch time for Ainsley and Garreth as they worked to finish the finishing touches on their writing project for Singh's class. They'd taken to working in the library, because little work got done when they went to either of their apartments.

After a few hours of working, Garreth was finally able to hit the submit button on their finished story. "It's done," he said glancing up at Ainsley. "It feels so surreal to be finished," she admitted. "I feel like we just started writing together yesterday, and now we're done."

"We might not have gotten off on the right foot," Garreth admitted. "And that's on me, but I can honestly say I wouldn't have wanted to be partnered with anyone else." "Me too," Ainsley smiled at him. "Do you think we'll ever write something together again? For fun, maybe get it published someday."

"It'd be my honor to write with you again sometime, Ainsley Gains," Garreth admitted. Ainsley smiled, "then it'd be my honor to write with you, Garreth White." They sat there grinning at one another for a few moments before Garreth asked, "am I correct to assume you don't have plans tomorrow night?"

"You'd be correct," Ainsley replied. Tomorrow's friends night had been cancelled so everyone could finish all their last minute school work. "Then can I take you out tomorrow," Garreth asked. "On a proper date, I mean." "Oooo, sounds fancy." "I hope it will be, if you say yes that is." "Then yes."

When the following night rolled around, Garreth brought Ainsley into Windenburg, and to his sister's restaurant. "You rented out Tide & Terrace for us tonight?" Ainsley asked intrigued. Garreth shrugged, "more like Sloane was more than happy to let me borrow it for the night." "Well I love it."

After taking their seats, the first course was brought out, lobster thermidor, which was not something you could find on the Tide & Terrace menu. "Lobster and everything," Ainsley teased. "You're really making Naomi go all out on our meal huh?" "Well I told her only the best for you," he grinned.

Ainsley rolled her eyes at that, "you're laying it on thick, huh?" He shrugged, "I don't want to mess us up." "Garreth," Ainsley began. "There's nothing you could do that could mess us up. Me on the other hand, maybe I have to be trying harder." "No, you don't," he assured her. "You're perfect."

"I'm far from perfect," Ainsley admitted. For the first time she debated the merits of telling him why she wasn't perfect and how she'd never be, but she didn't want him to look at her differently. Hell, her secret might be the very thing that made him end it. Make him think she was irredeemable.

"I think sometimes our flaws are precisely what make us perfect," Garreth told her. "Now you're getting philosophical on me?" "I'm serious," he chuckled. "You're a good person, Ainsley. I admire everything you do for Fiona, and I am glad Singh partnered us this year so I could get to know you more."

Ainsley raised an eyebrow as dessert was brought out, "how'd you know carrot cake was my favorite? Because I know I've never mentioned it before." "I asked Fiona," he admitted. "She was more than happy to tell me." Ainsley nodded, "I remember making carrot cake with my dad when I was little."

"You did?" Garreth asked. It was rare for Ainsley to bring up her father She nodded, "he said he and his grandmother used to make it every year for Bunny Day when he was little, and he memorized the recipe after she passed. I didn't, well, I couldn't memorize the recipe before he passed" "I'm sorry"

"Nobody in your father's family had it written down?" Garreth asked "They might have, but I never knew his family," Ainsley told him. "For as long as I could remember it was always just me, my dad, and Susanna. I figured if they haven't found me yet then they must not want to know me." "Their loss."

After finishing their dessert, Garreth led Ainsley outside before pulling her in. "I thought you didn't dance," she asked raising an eyebrow. "I don't dance around people," he clarified. "There's nobody but us around right now. Also, did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?" "Once or twice."

When the song ended Garreth stepped away, "here's the thing," he began, his face softening as he gazed at Ainsley. "I know we've only been together for a little over a month, and that's not too long, but I think you're a great person, Ainsley. You're smart, and kind, and I love talking with you."

"You make me happy in a way I didn't even think was possible," Garreth continued. "So, while I get that this might be a little soon, I need to tell you that I love you." Ainsley's heart swelled, she couldn't remember the last time she'd heard those words, and here they were, coming from Garreth.

Ainsley had spent so long guarding herself from others not wanting to get hurt like Susanna had warned her, but here Garreth was having broken through every defense. It was clear now what she needed to tell him. "Garreth, I lov-" a shrill ringing noise came from Ainsley's purse, her phone.

"Hello?" Ainsley asked after rushing to answer her phone. There was the mumbled sound of words, but she couldn't make them out beyond all the screaming she heard in the background, her stomach dropped "Fiona?" "I don't know what to do," her sister sobbed. "It was fine, and then he started screaming"

"What's wrong?" Garreth asked. Ainsley ignored him, "who started screaming?" she asked her sister, even though deep in her bones she knew exactly who. "Daddy," Fiona replied. "Where are you right now?" "Downstairs." "Good, stay there. I'm in Windenburg right now, I'll be over soon okay." "Okay."

Ainsley stood there in shock for a few moments. Susanna's words from Harvestfest echoed back to her "he could be home by Bunny Day." Why hadn't she looked into that appeal? She'd assumed Susanna was being delusional. If she'd gone upstairs with Fiona on Bunny Day, all of this could have been avoided

"What's going on?' Garreth asked again. "Look, this has been a wonderful night, it truly has," Ainsley began. "But I have to go, Fiona needs me." "How can I help? I want to help." "You don't have to help, this is on me. Just, thank you for everything tonight. I just have to go, okay."

Without another word, Ainsley took off sprinting for the bookstore. While she'd never been a runner before, her sister needed her, and that made Ainsley push through all the soreness in her legs as she continued to sprint, completely unaware that Garreth had taken off after her.

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Voice

One-Shot

Description: When Mr Freezy enters your life, your peaceful world is destroyed.

Warnings: Non-consensual, voyeurism, masturbation, verbal abuses, harsh language and hints of necrophilia

DO NOT PROCEED IF THESE THINGS UPSET YOU. THIS IS A VERY DARK STORY. ONLY PROCEED IF YOU ARE 18+

This one-shot is my entry for Week 5 of @donutloverxo 's superfun writing challenge. This time, the challenge was based on GIFs. The one I selected will appear in the story below. Click here to participate in their weekly challenges

A/N- I blame @jtargaryen18 for making me an unholy hoe for Mr Freezy! 

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You were living the best life in 1969. Working part-time at the ice-cream parlor in the mornings, hanging out with your friends in the evening and sneaking out for parties at night, you loved your routine, carefree life in New Jersey.

Your foot bobbed along the tunes of Honky Tonk Woman by The Rolling Stones as you read that month's fashion magazine, sitting by the new, shiny cassette player. Taking pride in the fact that your family was the first in the neighborhood to buy the expensive cassette player, latest in the technology of playing music, you smirked as you delicately, almost teasingly fondled the device. 

*beep beep*

The annoying horn of the filthy ice-cream truck broke you out of your reverie. Scowling, you turned to look at the abomination on 4 wheels parked right in front of your house. The long-haired driver, who called himself Mr Freezy, always gave you creepy vibes. Maybe he thought his wide smile would lure in more children, but it never failed to make your skin crawl with disgust. 

You tried your best to ignore him and his irritating horn, hoping that he would drive away soon enough. Unfortunately, it was a hot summer's day and there was a long, winding line of customers.

After yet another *beep beep* you slammed down the magazine on the table. Walking out in your pinkish-red knee-length skirt and long-sleeved top, you had a good mind to tell Mr Freezy off.

Standing in front of his ice-cream truck window, you stomped your foot and placed your hands on your hips. "How can I help you Ms Jello Mould?" his disgusting attempt at comparing you to a dessert sent a chill down your spine. 

"You have a long line of customers! Stop pressing your horn every 5 seconds!" you exclaimed, gesturing your hands towards the waiting people.

Mr Freezy chuckled, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes behind the glasses, "Now now. That is no way to talk to someone who is older than you Raspberry Ripple," he said in a friendly tone, "Not everybody can afford to buy a cassette player." 

"Maybe you can if you cleaned your ice-cream truck once in a while," you spat, purposefully covering your nose, "I work in an ice-cream parlor, and no establishment dealing with ice-creams should stink like this!" 

"My customers don't seem to mind it Sugar," his sweet tongue rolling the last word as if he was drooling.

You huffed, "I mind it! And stop with the horn! Or I will have daddy make sure you are never seen here again." And with that hardly intimidating threat, you walked towards your house. Mr Freezy licked his lips as he saw your silhouette disappear behind the front door. He could put your bratty nature to good use. Very good use indeed.

🍦

Dressed in a brown checkered dress, you sauntered home after your shift ended, your spirits high as you looked forward to being Ricky's date tonight at the party.

As you entered your home, your eyes fell upon the new cassette sitting besides your beloved player. Squealing with excitement, you rushed and grabbed the plastic box, hurriedly prying it open. To your surprise, a few photographs of you and Ricky fell out of the case with the words "Does daddy know about him?" scribbled on the back of every photograph.

No no no. OH GOD NO! you panicked as you rifled through the images. Your parents had no idea about your nightlife, let alone your boyfriend! These lovey-dovey photographs threatened to reveal your secret and ruin your life.

You found another note in the box behind the cassette, "There are plenty where these came from. Now be a good girl and play the cassette." Just beneath the sentence, a chocolate bar was roughly drawn in the corner and the words “My Chocolate Fudge” were written in small letters. 

Your hands trembled as you hit play. A raspy voice greeted you from the device.

"Hey baby." You knew this voice, who was he? "Has daddy's little princess recognised me?" You were pretty shaken up, your mind refused to let go of the terror and think straight for a moment as your thumbs rubbed against one another.

"Oohh Sugar, what am I going to do with you?" the voice chuckled. That sentence brought you to a complete halt. It was Mr Freezy! How dare he threaten you like this?

Before you could form any coherent thought, he tut-tutted in annoyance, "How can an ordinary ice-cream man like me trouble a beautiful young woman such as yourself? What will Daddy say? Let's call Daddy shall we? I am sure he would enjoy looking at how well Ricky can fondle his daughter's breasts."

You felt numb as his words sank in. If your father found out, he would have you sent to the country, to his relatives who lived on a farm! Eww!! You shuddered, overcome with disgust as the cassette continued.

"Now Sugar, we don't need to tell Daddy about us. Do we?" You shook your head in response. "Very good," Mr Freezy continued, "Open the curtains to your right, and look at the house across the street."

You followed the instructions, and nearly choked on your spit. There he was, in your neighbour's house, smiling and waving from their first-floor window. "Follow my next instructions very carefully, or I will make sure that your entire neighborhood comes to know about the wonderful kisser that Ricky is."

You could only nod in response. No matter what, you could not afford to let your family be humiliated because of your actions. 

"From now on, hit pause after you finish every command. And hurry, we haven't got all day Sugar. Your mother will be home soon. And if she is home before I am done with you, then let's just say tonight there wouldn't be any dessert for you," you gulped in agreement.

"Pull up a chair near the window and place the player near you." Your fear slowed you down and the recorder kept on playing, "Face the window, and strip." After a pause, you heard, "Sit on the chair and spread your legs wide. Keep your feet on the windowsill."

The rest of the commands fell on deaf ears as your body was stunned in shock. Did this man… really? You couldn't. You wouldn't. Maybe you could still apologise…

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you realised what this man wanted you to do. It was almost 4:30pm and people would soon fill the street in front of your house. If anybody decided to even look towards the window, they would surely see your body on full display.

As if reading your thoughts, Mr Freezy shook his head and pointed to his wristwatch.

You knew your mother would be home before 5:30pm. Whatever you had to do, you would have to do it quickly. 

With trembling hands, you paused the cassette, and obeyed his first two commands, the upholstery on the chair feeling warm against your naked bottom. From this angle, you couldn't see him, but you were sure he was keeping an eye on you.

You were correct. 

Mr Freezy sucked on his ice-cream bar as he watched the scene unfold. His tongue working the cold dessert as if it were your core. A small bite here, a suck there, and his length was already aching in his pants.

"Oooo look at that slutty pussy! Just waiting for a man's touch," his voice cooed from the recorder, "Play with your clit with one hand, and bring your other hand to your breast."

You begrudgingly relented, wanting to get it all over with soon. Heat flooded to your face as the indignity of your actions set in.

Across the street, Mr Freezy unzipped his pants, and started rubbing the neighbor's panty on his shaft, his touch fleetingly light as he sucked on the bar. He bit into the ice-cream when you rubbed your clit, the cold going straight to his length.

"I love how your plump breasts bounce everytime you take a step. A man can get lost in those curves of yours," his raspy voice continued, "Squeeze your breast lightly. Feel it's roundness. Tease your nipple too. Fondle it with one finger." 

You bit your lips as you followed his instructions. You had masturbated a few times and had even reached third base with Ricky, but it had never felt like this. You knew this was humiliation in answer to your rude behaviour. But this… it felt… good. You were ashamed to admit it, but as the teasing prolonged, you started feeling the familiar and ever elusive knot building up in your stomach.

"Yes yes yes baby. Rub that clit harder. Make that pussy wet for me. But don't you dare enter a finger in your cumhole." 

He watched as your hips thrust upwards, desperate for friction, as he started pumping himself faster. 

"Slap that boob," he commanded as another moan escaped your lips, "slap harder!" and you did. "Pinch your nipple and pull it. Pull it you cock sucking bitch."

More wetness pooled at your core as you continued to play with your body. 

"Stop," said Mr Freezy's voice. At first you thought you misheard him and so you didn't.

"I said STOP YOU FUCKING BITCH," his shouts from the player sounded as clear as a bell. 

Startled, you brought yourself to a complete stop. Despite yourself, the sudden cessation left you feeling disappointed and hungry for more. "Pause this recording. Go to the full-length mirror in your room and have a good look at yourself," his voice urged you.

Meanwhile, Mr Freezy had come undone across the street, his thick release coating the neighbor's cotton panties. He sighed as he used the neighbor's brassiere to wipe himself clean. He was longing to get a taste of you. Too bad he had other things planned for you instead.

You ran towards your room, trying to hide your nakedness as much as you could. You didn't recognise the woman in the reflection. Hair astray, lips and cheeks slightly flushed, puffed breath, eyes wide and the hair on your mound glistening with your arousal. You couldn't bring yourself to meet your eyes reflected in the mirror. 

You carefully went downstairs, and resumed the cassette.

"Saw the slut in the mirror? That's who you are bitch. A whore for a man's cock. Don't let Ricky touch that filthy pussy again, or I will fill you with my cum infront of your Daddy while he watches," the cassette ended with the heavy threat.

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You were living the worst life in 1969. Quite often, you came home to a new cassette with new instructions recorded on them. Everytime, the plastic box was filled with naked photographs of your previous lewd acts. Up until now, you had jumped naked in front of the window, placed ice on different parts of your body, deep-throated an ice-cream bar and stripped to a vulgar song. 

Tonight however, it was different. He had asked you to carry a bottle of wine (that he kept on your bed while you were gone) and go to a hotel at midnight. Mr Freezy had explicitly mentioned that you were to wear only your bra and panty. Still, you covered yourself with a long coat as you snuck out of the house.

The hotel, if you could call an almost crumbling building that, was in the notorious part of town. With your heart pounding in your throat, you shed your coat and knocked on the door. A large man answered, his smirk widening as he took in your appearance. "You Buffy's girl?" you nodded just as you had been instructed. The stranger pulled your breast and dragged you into the room. 

He smacked your ass as he grabbed the wine bottle with another, "Buffy always sends the best stuff."

He was swift in opening the bottle, chugging the liquid down as if it was water. You shuddered at the thoughts of what this man was capable of doing to you. Tears filled your eyes at the realisation.

The man looked at you and, without warning, shoved the glass bottle in your mouth. "Drink. I like it when my prostitutes are drunk." His gaze swept over your entire body. One second you were gulping down the foul liquid, the next you were gasping for breath as he pulled the cups of your bra and poured the liquid down your torso, "Let these girls drink too! Lets get hammered baby!" he exclaimed as he pulled the elastic band of your panty and poured the wine on your mound. 

He laughed maniacally as you squirmed in his grip. Drinking the last of the drops, he pulled you into his lap, licking and sucking at the wine currently following down your figure. 

Your protests only spurred him on, but it all lasted only for a few seconds. 

You felt the stranger's body seize with yours. Breath coming in harsh rasps, you felt your throat constricting as sharp pain shot in every nerve of your body. Your agony, along with the stranger's, lasted only for a few minutes as your shallow breaths became few, finally coming to a raggedy stop.

Mr Freezy smiled a lopsided grin into his binoculars. He hurried across the street, grabbing the girl's dead body and dumping it into his ice-cream truck.

He happily hummed when he saw the ice slowly creep up your skin. You see, this profession had turned Mr Freezy cold, inside out. To an extent where he despised the warmth of a pussy around his cock. He craved the cold. He craved you.

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[mybullshitsensesaretingling]

Perfect Aim

Request:  OOOO I see you're taking marvel requests? how about a Thor X reader where the two are normally paired up on missions and they become close and the reader just randomly falls asleep on him and everyone (the rest of the avengers) starts making fun of him because he's speechless, but loving every minute of you asleep?? I have no idea if you still write marvel or for Thor but it's a idea if you want too?

A/N: I was a little wary of writing Thor but this was a blast! I really enjoy coming up with this dynamic. Hope you guys enjoy reading it

You tugged your gloves over your hands, the tight black fabric sliding snuggly over your fingers, and clapped them together, rubbing your palms. You knew that the level of excitement you got when there was a disaster so big the Avengers had to get involved was morally questionable, but it was hard to care. You loved almost every part of it, the action, the danger, the chance to show what you could do. It’s what you lived for.

Lifting your head, your eyes locked on a head of golden locks and a red cape. A grin over took your features and you picked up your pace from a brisk walk to a full sprint. You sprung from the floor, wrapping your arms and legs around the man’s broad back.

“You ready to kick some ass?” you yelled.

Thor’s hands caught your legs with ease. You felt his laugh more than you heard it.

“Always!”

“In that case,” you wrapped one arm around his neck and pointed the other out in front of the two of you, “onward!”

With another laugh the young god took off, carrying you down to the jet. He let go of you and you dropped lightly to your feet. The two of you took seats next to each other as the jet roared to life.

Steve waited for the two of you to settle down and “act like adults” before he started the briefing. You only caught about seven words of it. Your attention had been yanked away from where it was supposed to be by a long finger jabbing into your side. You swatted at it but it had already disappeared. A near silent chuckle sounded from beside you.

You kept your eyes on Steve, trying once again to focus. A focus that didn’t break when you heard Thor shift in his seat or when you felt him lean in closer. No, it wasn’t until you heard him whisper that your concentration broke.

“You should be wearing your seatbelt.”

“So should you,” you said, still not looking at him.

“I am an Asgardian; I do not need a seatbelt. You are a fragile Midgardian.”

“I can regrow my entire arm. I think I’ll be ok.”

“You think? I have heard these metal birds-”

“Planes.”

“-Crash all the time. It seems you are taking a large risk on ��I think’.”

“(Y/N),” Steve called.

“Yes, my liege?” you answered, covering Thor’s face with the palm of your hand and shoving him back.

“You’ll be-”

“With Thor,” you finished for him. “Yeah, I know.”

“Don’t assume you know my battle strategy,” he chastised.

“It is not an assumption. It is a logical conclusion,” Thor said.

“Are you saying we’re not teaming up?” you asked.

Steve sighed. “No, you are.”

“Nice!” You raised your fist and bumped it against Thor’s.

-

Wind whipped your face as you watched the helicopter holding the briefcase you had been tasked with collecting take off. The briefcase held, at least according to the report you had been given, eight small devices no bigger that a cell phone but with enough power to bring down the Empire State Building. If they remained in the hands of these men, A.K.A the wrong hands, there was no telling what kind of doomsday would be brought about.

There was a lot of people who, upon watching the object of their mission fly further and further away, would call it. Take the opportunity to regroup and come up with a plan to win another day.

“Thor!” you shouted.

You were not one of those people.

He didn’t need an explanation. He always knew the game plan without you having to say it.

He wrapped his hands around you and lifted you off your feet, holding you more like a football than a person. With in seconds you were flying through the air and tumbling into the helicopter.

God bless that boy’s perfect aim.

“Sorry, to barge in like this, boys, but it seems you’ve taken something that isn’t yours.” You ignored the assortment of guns now being pointed at your head, keeping your focus on the task at hand and wrapping one of your hands around one of the men’s wrist and your other hand around the briefcase handcuffed to him. “Now I don’t know your mothers personally, but I doubt they raised you to steal.”

You zeroed in on his wrist.

This was always a risk. Every part of your job was a risk. But you’d take being shot at and thrown a hundred feet into the air by a god over manipulating another person’s anatomy any day of the week. Your powers were still relatively new and the list of things that could go wrong with biological manipulation was far too long to count.

“Put it down, sweet cheeks.” You felt the barrel of a gun press up against your head.

Releasing the briefcase, you twisted at the waist and tapped your forefingers to the forehead of the owner of the gun. He slumped to the floor, motionless.

“The next time someone tries to break my focus, I’m gonna start throwing punches,” you grumbled returning to your work.

“What did you do to him?” shouted the man in front of you.

“Oh, relax. I just put him to sleep.” The man’s hand and wrist turned to something that grossly resembled putty and you slipped the handcuff from him. “You should be more worried about what I did to you,” you smirked, clutching the briefcase to your chest and jumping out of the helicopter. You shut your eyes tightly and let yourself fall.

You weren’t falling for long however. Two large, strong arms found their way around you and moments later you felt the owner hit the ground.

“You were successful!”

“Did you ever have any doubt?” you asked, opening your eyes.

“Never.” Thor grinned.

He set you on your feet, but held on to you as you wobbled slightly. Thor was one of the few members of the team who knew how much using your powers wore you out.

“You fought well, little warrior,” you complimented as the two of you started the walk back to the jet.

“I’m not that much smaller than you.”

He let out a loud laugh.

“I’m a normal size for a person,” you persisted.

“Yes.” You hated that he was agreeing with you yet still winning. You shoved him, but he just laughed harder.

“What’s your count?” you asked, changing the subject.

“35. You?”

“Counting the two in the helicopter?” you smiled up at him and he knew he had lost. “36.”

He groaned but he knew better than to try to deny you your winnings. “Very well. The last Poptart is yours. You earned it.”

“You guys do know that I can just buy more Poptarts, right?” Tony asked as he flew past you to the jet.

You straightened your shoulders in an effort to not look quite so beaten down.

“But that could take hours, even days!” you justified.

“And I think I have first world problems,” he joked as he took his helmet off.

“You do,” Clint said as he set his bow down. “And I thought I called dibs on the last Poptart.”

“Count beats dibs,” Natasha reminded him.

“I won the Poptart fair and square,” you proclaimed, dropping to your seat with a sigh. You let your head loll back and your eyes drift closed.

“You doin’ alright, (Y/N)?” Tony called as he sat down at the controls.

“Broke my leg. I’ll be fine in ten,” you answered.

“I threw them at a helicopter,” Thor explained.

“Thought that was you,” Natasha said.

You hummed, but didn’t have the strength or concentration to participate further in the conversation.

Once Sam and Steve had joined you on the jet, Tony took off.

The last thing you heard was the sound of Thor clipping your seat belt and making a joke about you being a fragile Midgardian, before the sound of the engine lulled you to sleep.

-

“I gotta agree with Clint here,” Sam said. “She-Hulk would win.”

“Valkyrie is...” Thor started to argue, but the point he was about to make, in fact the whole debate left his mind when you slipped sideways in your seat, causing your head to land on his shoulder. His eyes drifted down to your face.

He couldn’t speak. He barely remembered that there were other people in the jet to speak to. He was completely mesmerised by the softened lines of your face, your mouth just slightly agape, the small bruise starting to form under your left eye. He couldn’t remember a time when you had looked so peaceful. Not that he minded seeing you rowdy - starting fights over snack foods or video games, laughing loudly at all the wrong times, shoving him when he made a joke - or seeing you angry and competitive, always ready and eager for a battle. He loved all of those things about you, but this? This soft, unguarded side of you that he only got glimpses of? This was something entirely different.

“Keep staring at them and you’re gonna bore holes in their skull,” Natasha said.

Thor looked up at her, blinking.

“Well, at least we know he’s still in there,” Clint joked at Thor finally responding.

“Watching people in their sleep? That’s a little creepy,” Steve told him.

“I was not watching. I was,” Thor looked back at you, “glancing.”

“Glancing is quick,” Sam said. “There was nothing quick about what you were doing.”

“You don’t become the god of fertility by being quick.” Tony called out from the cockpit.

The rest of the team fell silent. Thor just smiled.

[winterschild999]

6 24 35 with bucky if youre still doing the promts thanks

Send me prompts guys . I want to write them .

PROMPT LIST  

Other requested prompts will be posted tmr . 

#6“I cant believe i am doing this”#24“Dont say anything or Ill rip your tongue “

#35“You’re gonna what”

“I cant’t believe I am doing this .” you muttered to yourself asyou clicked the confirm delivery and closed the laptop . Before anyone startsjudging  hear this out , living in thetower and having an active sex life isn’t easy . Unless you were already withanother avenger . But unfortunately for you going out on dates and actually meetingpeople was a no-no . Since you spent a lot of days out on mission and comingback you didn’t have enough energy to actually dress up and go out .  

And no one was making it easy for you. Everywhere you lookthere are these incredibly hot men and women barely wearing anything due to thescorching heat.

It was also tiring to see all these loved dovey couplesmaking out in front of you and walking away probably  to have sex . It also didn’t help that you andBucky were the only ones single . Like he can’t catch a fucking clue . Anyonewithin a mile radius would know and could see your massive crush on Bucky .Sometimes it felt like he just acted that way to rile you up . Soft touches ,seductive glances , double meaning sentences , only added to your suspicion .

But obviously that old man was doing nothing . And you weregetting frustrated . So you ordered a love egg . Yes ,a vibrator . At leastthat will give you love . Right? Wow . So lonely .

But fuck it . If you could make yourself happy and make yourselfcum to the thoughts of James Buchanan Barnes you will do it . You will do it amillion times . Also it is easy to carry . So , you can do it anywhere .

But what you feared the most is that the delivery address isthe tower and if someone gets a hold of it before you do , you will never hearthe end of it .

For the next 3 days you were so excited . And the guyspicked it  up . They’d ask you so manyquestions . And you’d just laugh it off.

“Oooo Y/N . Do you have a date ? Is that why you are so happy?”Samteased you as you all sat for dinner .

Bucky’s visibly tensed and his jaw tightened but your eyeswere fixed on your food .

“Don’t know Sammy , you tell me.”. you say with a shrug .

After dinner you strut to your room only to find Buckyleaning against the door .

“Hey , what’s up?”, you asked trying to act cool . Like yourheart rate didn’t speed up by a million times only at the sight of him .

“Umm , nothing  .Nothing . I just…”, he said as he looked up at you .

He just left without saying anything . You wanted to stophim but by the time your stupid brain could comprehend it he was gone .

But your mind couldn’t think about that . All you couldthink about was the delivery tomorrow . You got a message saying your item willbe shipped tomorrow .  FUCK . Youcouldn’t wait to use it .

Morning came by pretty fast . You were just walking aroundthe gate . Every five-ten minutes you’d just peak out  .You didn’t want to risk it getting caught.

But you had to pee so bad , so you decided you’d make aquick run to the bathroom and comeback . You threw your phone on the bed andwent to do your business . When you came out , you saw that your phone lit upin notification .

HE’S HERE . THE DELIVERY MAN IS HERE .

You ran as fast as you could , trying to not slip on thefloors and break your head.

You took the turn and reached the gate .

FUUUUCKKK . This can’t be happening .

You saw Bucky holding the package , the cardboard coveralready ripped off . You were just looking at the package , not having thecourage to look him into his eyes  . Youslowly lifted your head and found him smirking at you . FUUCK  . WHY???Why did it have to be him ?? At leastit wasn’t Sam .

He started walking towards you , more like strutting towardsyou and you backed away . What if he was going to tell the others . The kind ofcreepy smile he was giving , you were sure he will spread it out  .

“Don’t say anything or I’ll rip your tongue out.”, you hearyourself saying . But obviously that didn’t deter him . His smirk only grew deeper and his eyes darker .

“That’s not how you say please Y/N. But don’t worry I don’tplan on telling anyone.”, you sighed heavily . He is a nice man after all .

“On one condition.” FUCK .Maybe not such a nice man .

“Which is?”, you ask curiously and a little irritated.

You now realised that you managed to walk into an empty room. He closed the doors and locked them up . You were both alone in here .

“I am going to try it out on you .”

“You are gonna what?”, you said instantly .

He backed you up against a wall , his breath fanning overyour face .

“I will not tell anyone about this if you let me try it onyou . You know , to check if it is working.”

Yeah right . To check if it is working.

He ripped the box and now had the small egg shaped vibratorin his hand . His pressed the button and it started vibrating .

He lifted it up to your face and dragged it along your neck.

“Bucky…”, you moaned as it hit the sweet spot between yourneck and collar bone .

You cupped his face and brought his lips to yours  . The kiss was urgent and full of desire .You broke the kiss when you felt your nipples hardening below the vibrator . Hecircled it around your hard nipples as his other hand pushed your shorts downto your knees  . He turned you aroundsuddenly and pressed you against the wall and pull your hips out .

He wrapped his flesh arm around your waist as the othertravelled down to your soaked panties .

He rubbed your clit with the toy from over your panties . Heincreased it’s frequency and a jolt of pressure hit you . You pushed back intohis crotch , only to find him hard as fuck .

“Fuck baby , you are soaking wet.”, he whispered into yourear , pushing the vibrator with more force .

“Please.”, you whined .

He seemed to understand what you wanted and he pulled yourpanties to your knees and spread your lips with the toy .

You knees gave out , and your whole body was convulsing atthe intensity of it , but luckily Bucky had a tight grip on you .

“You like that Y/N?”

“Yes , so fucking much.”“So this is what you’ve been excited about. I thought you had a date.” Itsounded like he was kinda jealous .

“Were you jealous?”, you asked teasingly .

He pushes the head of the vibrator slightly into yourdripping cunt , while the side still stimulating your cunt .

“Me? Jealous? No way baby doll . I am not jealous of anyone .”“Mmmm , fuck Bucky .”“Are you gonna cum ? Are you gonna cum for me Y/N?”

“Yes , yes , yes, fuuucckk…..”, you moaned as you wentlimp in his hands , you came harder than before . Soaking up the vibrator andhis metal fingers .

He held you until your breathing regulated and turned youaround . He placed a soft kiss on your lips . You moaned into it and so did he.

“You know , you could have just asked me . My metal fingersdo exactly what that toy does .  Maybebetter.”

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for the prompts: could you do "defend" for kalagang? i always wondered what wolfie would do if kala was in immediate danger.... we got to see her save his ass a number of times but not really the other way around

oooo i like this one.  sorry it took a little while, apparently i cannot write about kalagang in fewer than like five paragraphs rofl.  (also apologies for the vagueness of the scenario in the fic.  i haven’t fully formulated in my head what i think would happen to the cluster after they rescue wolfgang, so this takes place in some generic timeframe after they’ve rescued Wolfgang and he has had time to recover from being tortured.)

Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

(Prompt list here!)

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They normally don’t leave the safe house - that is sort of the point of it, after all.  But after nursing Wolfgang back to health, Kala reluctantly admits that she is running considerably low on medical supplies.  (She hopes they won’t have need for more any time soon, but she shudders to think of what would happen if they do and she runs out.)  They’re all still on her makeshift blockers at this point, so the debate about who should actually be allowed to leave to go to a pharmacy is intense.  Will of course volunteers to go, and Sun silently offers as well by nodding in agreement.  After much discussion, though, Kala manages to convince them that she should be there in person, rather than just sending someone with a list.  If the store doesn’t have exactly what she writes out, she wants to be able to find the closest equivalent, and the others reluctantly admit that she is the best for that job.  When it’s finally agreed that Kala will be going, no one tries to argue when Wolfgang states he will be going with her for protection.  (They’re all pretty sure they couldn’t stop him from going with her if they tried, recent injuries be damned.)

So that’s how a couple of hours later, Kala and Wolfgang find themselves walking down the side streets of London at 2:00 AM, arms laden with things like gauze, antibiotic cream, and medical tape.  Wolfgang has his arm around Kala’s waist.  He listens as she talks excitedly, happy to be almost back to the safe house without event.

Which is of course the exact time when Wolfgang catches a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye.  His grip on her waist tightens, and Kala silences immediately.  She looks up at him with fearful eyes (trying not to think of how he looked when they rescued him).  He puts a finger to his lips, signalling her to stay quiet, and pulls them into an alley.  Kala nods and uses all of her willpower not to ask the questions running through her head.  (Wolfgang gets quiet when he’s scared, whereas Kala tends to ramble.  He usually finds it adorable, but right now they cannot take the chance that she may be heard.  She understands.)  After a minute or so, he pokes his head out of the alleyway, only to have a bullet whistle past him.

Wolfgang pulls his head back quickly, avoiding the gunfire as best he can.  "Shit,“ he mutters.  Kala tries to keep how scared she is from showing on her face, but even through the blockers, she knows Wolfgang can tell.  He pushes her behind him, but there is nowhere for them to go.  The alley they stand in is a dead end.  Their options are to make a break for it or wait to be cornered, and Wolfgang does not like the sound of that second option.  He takes a deep breath, then turns to face Kala.  "Do you trust me?” he asks her in a whisper.

Her nod is instantaneous.  Of course she trusts him.  "With my life,“ she replies.

Wolfgang nods back, then grabs the hand she is not using to hold their supply bag and grips it tight.  His other hand reaches into his leather jacket, pulling out the handgun there and gripping it just as tightly as her hand.  "Stay behind me,” he says under his breath.  After another moment, Wolfgang runs out of the alley, Kala moving as quickly as she can behind him.  She doesn’t like using him as a shield, but he can admittedly take care of himself.  He fires shots at the white vans that have stopped at the end of the cross street, the returning fire lessening as each of his bullets hit their mark.

They get to another cross street and Wolfgang tries to push Kala ahead, implying she should go back to the warehouse on her own.  "I’m not leaving you,“ she says.  He can hear the ache in her voice, knows she is thinking about his recent captivity.  Her grasp on his hand only became firmer.  (And in that moment, despite the danger, Wolfgang is struck by how fiercely he loves everything about Kala.)  He nods, then another bullet whizzes by and he is pulled back into the moment.  Wolfgang pushes her back against the wall of a building on this new street, hiding her behind him as he looks around a corner to try to see where the last shots are coming from.  After a couple moments of analysis, he takes a deep breath and fires off a few more shots.  It’s not clear at first, but it becomes evident after a minute they’ve all hit their mark.  Soon, there are no more bullets flying.

Wolfgang double checks that the coast is clear, then turns back to Kala.  Her eyes are still full of fear, but there is relief there too.  When it becomes clear to her that he feels they are no longer in immediate danger, she nearly flings herself on him.

"Are you alright?” he asks, still worried about her.

Kala nods against him, and he feels tears dampening his shirt.  He gives her a minute, just holding her and letting her process what just almost happened to them.  After a few moments, she inhales a shaky breath.  "I thought I was going to lose you again,“ she sighs into his chest.

Wolfgang lifts her chin so she is looking up at him.  "I just found you.  They’ll have to try a lot harder if they think I’m going anywhere that easily.”

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Intertwined - (Bucky x Reader)

A/N- I wrote this for @bionic-buckyb​ who is having an AU writing challenge celebrating 5k followers and this is my submission! Congrats again Kait and I hope you like the fic! Also inspired by the song Intertwined by Dodie, definitely check it out the music video is dope AF!

Prompt- “Just because I don’t physically show you that you hurt me, doesn’t mean you didn’t.”

Words- 1.9k

Warnings- Swearing, and I mean A LOT of swearing, angst but do you guys honestly expect anything different from me at his point. ALSO EVERYTHING IN ITALICS IS A FLASHBACK it will make sense when you read it.

It took everything I had in me to not hit snooze one last time on my alarm clock. These early morning training sessions with Steve had been killing me, the man had motivation that was certain. I pulled myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom sink. I let out a heavy sigh before splashing some water in my face, a desperate attempt to wake myself up. I pulled my hair back into a braid and changed into a sports bra and a pair of overly worn out black leggings, and fuck I’m late.

I hustled downstairs to the gym, finding an angry Steve impatiently tapping his foot outside of one of the training rooms.

I sighed as I walked past him, “I know, I know 100 push-ups.” I found my way to the mat and started.

“You know if you actually showed up on time you wouldn’t have to do them every morning.” He stood over me counting in his head.

Steve helped me up as a finished. “Well maybe I just like doing push ups. Ever think about that Rogers?”

“You’re an idiot (Y/N).” He rolled his eyes at me while trying to hide a smile.

“Yes Steven, but I am your idiot.” I patted him on the shoulder sarcastically. “Now let’s finish training so we can get some grub.”

An hour of excruciating combat training later, I practically dragged Steve up to the kitchen with me. If he was going to torture me with early morning training the least he could do is make me some damn pancakes.

I had just finished helping Steve make the batter when a tall strawberry blonde walked into the kitchen wearing only a baggy t-shirt, Bucky’s t-shirt. Every part of me felt like it was on fire, and it was obvious because I looked over at Steve as he tried so desperately to try and hide the empathetic look that was spread across his face.

“Do you know where Bucky is? He wasn’t in bed this morning when I woke up.” She squeaked. I avoided eye contact trying to focus on anything else but her.

Steve stepped in, “I think he just left for his morning run, probably won’t be back for awhile. I can call you a cab if you’d like.” He smiled, flipping over his first batch of pancakes.

I heard her say, “Oh.. okay. I can call thanks though.”

I heard some footsteps walking away and figured it was safe to turn back around. My head fell into my hands as I leaned against the counter.

I felt Steve’s hand on my shoulder. “I know he is supposed to be my best friend and all but he is kind of a douche.”

“I know Stevie, that’s what makes it so much harder.”

Months of casual flirting finally led to Bucky making a move. It was game night and everyone had a fair amount to drink, but I offered to stay and clean up while everyone else was headed home. I had just finished clearing all of the empty beer bottles out of the living room when Bucky walked in.

“You need any help?” He smiled walking closer and closer to me.

“Thanks for the offer but I am pretty sure I can handle it.”  I backed up against the wall.

He rubbed the back of his neck, moving in our bodies almost touching. “Oh I have no doubt that you can handle it.” His mouth was inches from mine at this point. “But that wasn’t my question, I asked if YOU needed any help.”

“I don’t know if you would be able to keep up.” I bit my lip looking up at him through my lashes.

He emitted a low growl, “Oh I’m pretty sure I can handle it.”

This led to a 6 month fling, a friends with benefits kind of deal. I was always scared to ask for anything more, and everyone knew that except for Bucky.

A messy mop of brown hair peeked into the kitchen. “Is the coast clear?”

“Yes Buck, she’s gone.” I turned back around the help Steve finish the dishes.

“Do you at least know this one’s name or are you going stick to calling her dollface like you did the last one?” Steve spoke over his shoulder.

“What’s the point? I don’t think I am going to see her after last night away, too clingy.” He grabbed a pancake from the plate on the counter, rolling it up shoving it in his mouth. “Besides I have a new date lined up for tonight anyway, one of Tony’s receptionists I think.”

My eyes literally rolled back into my head so far that I wasn’t quite sure if they would ever come back out.

Buck reached for another pancake but I smacked his hand away before he could take another. “Save some for the others, they are coming for breakfast.” I took the plate and wrapped it up nicely and placed it in the fridge.

Bucky scrunched his face up, “You’re no fun.”

“Well someone around here has to be responsible, and it can’t always be Steve.”

“HEY! I’m fun!” He turned around and leaned against the sink pouting like a two year-old.

I put my hand on his cheek. “Whatever helps you sleep at night Rogers.”

Bucky stood up throwing his hands in the air, “OOOO BURN!”

I walked over to Bucky leaning across the table at him. “You have no room to talk Barnes, you’re about as responsible as a 14 year-old boy. Maybe learn to stop thinking with your penis and use your other head for once.”

I walked out of the kitchen and the last thing I heard was Steve. “OOOOO BURN!”

I smiled to myself as I walked down the hallway, but inside I felt hollow.

I remember that first night Bucky brought home another girl, my heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest. He lived right next from me, I could hear everything that was happening curse those paper thin walls, and the more I listened the more my heart ripped itself to shreds.

By 2am found myself at Steve’s door in tears.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” His faced was confused and his voice sounded tired, I obviously woke him up.

“He brought a girl home. He brought a girl home Steve and I….” I broke down even more, he pulled me into his chest.

He kissed the top of my head and spoke softly “Shhhh shhh, it’s going to be okay. Let’s go inside okay?”

That night I had told Steve everything that had been going on; the months of flirting, the hook ups with Bucky, how I felt. Everything poured out of me like a faucet, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“(Y/N)... You deserve so much better than him.” He pulled me in for one of his signature Steve bear hugs.

“Aren’t you his best friend? I feel like that’s something best friends wouldn’t say about each other.” I wiggled my way out of his arms and sat on his bed.

“True, and as his best friend I can call him out when he is being a dick. Bucky is a being a massive dick and (Y/N), you don’t deserve that.” He sat down next to me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “You are the snarky, sarcastic, sweet, caring, pain in my ass that I never asked for and I hate seeing you like this.” He pulled me in a little tighter.

I looked up at him, “Stevie, can I stay here tonight? I can’t go back into my room after all of that.”

“Of course (Y/N), you take my bed and I’ll take the couch.” He smiled down at me reassuringly.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course (Y/N), it’s what friends do.” He kissed my head and walked out.

“Really Buck? Are you fucking serious right now?!” I was honestly seconds from ripping this man’s head off. “You have the audacity to ask me to set you up with my best friend?!”

“What?!” He honestly looked terrified for his life.

“I can put up with you sleeping with half of the women in New York City but there has to be a point where you have to draw a line. You mess with my head for months and then just blow me off for the next thing that comes your way and now you want me to let you hook up with my best friend, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“What’s wrong with me? What about you? You’re the one who blew me off for Steve, that’s a low fucking blow (Y/N).”

“Steve? Really you’re worried that I’m fucking Steve!? You broke my heart James, and Steve is the whole reason I have gotten through this thing. Just because I never physically show you that you hurt me, doesn’t mean you didn’t.” I stormed off before I could let Bucky get in another word.

About and hour later I heard a knock at the door.

“Steve go away, I told you I’m not in the mood for ice cream.” I shove my face back into my pillow

Bucky peeked his head in, “Hey, it’s me.”

I rolled my eyes in utter disgust, “What the hell do you want?”

He sat himself on the end of my bed. “I’m an idiot.”

“That’s something we can both agree on, now can you please leave?” I huffed trying to get the point across I wanted nothing to do with him.

“(Y/N)... I made a mistake. I thought you moved on from me, picked Steve or something you’re with each other all the time what was I supposed to think?”

I sat up enraged. “You should’ve just fucking asked me before you decided to sleep with everything that moves.”

“I made a drunken mistake and I hurt you, that killed me but thinking you chose Steve instead that was the nail in the coffin for me (Y/N). I’ve been bringing all of those girls home because I was trying to get over you.” I finally looked up at him, tears falling down his cheek.

“Bucky, I…” I moved a little closer to him.

He looked at me, and I mean really looked me for the first time in months. Tears stopped falling and he moved in closer his hands cupping my face. “(Y/N), I love you. I have been too chicken shit to tell you and that ended up backfiring on me and ruining the only chance I had. I have been a huge dick and I don’t blame you if you hate me I just had to tell you that I love…”

Before he could say anything else my lips crashed into his for the first time in ages. In that moment the world stopped and everything that was fucked up in it melted away.

He pulled back to look at me. “What was that for?”

“You have no idea how long I have waited to hear those words.”

He smiled, “Well I’m sorry I took so long.” His arms wrapped around me as he kissed my temple. Two bodies finally intertwined.

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[vile-allure]

updizzle my nizzle

Ok so anti-social hillay has been noticing something.

she likes to be the fly on the wall, and not be noticed, but still feels the need to dress to impress, but that is besides the point. basically today i really realized that I would rather sit by myself and read my book than interact with people. my social anxiety has gotten so bad. i also realized i am not a girls girl, i can not be in a group of friends that are all girls, that sounds miserable to me. i like to have a few good friends, usually in different friend niches though. i would rather have a boyfriend and doing most things with him, and invest my time in that, than to waste my time spread out with a lot of people. but at the same time i am learning to be independent and not need anyone, especially a guy to make me happy. and it is working for sure. i have become comfortable with myself, and guys who come around in my life dont really interest me, like the two guys ive really had any sort of fling with were just meh. nothing special, like i feel no need to try with them, i have zero emotions attached to it idk. i am just super antisocial i guess. but at least im learning to be ok with it, and actually enjoying my alone time.

on a side note:::

do i stay in France for another year or do i come home? lets make a list of pros and cons because this is so fucking hard.

PROS to going:

-improve my french

-get to explore paris for a whole year

-make more friendships with foreign people

-be close to everywhere, so can travel more

-learn to live in a city, and see if I like it

-independence, all on my own again, pushed out of my comfort zone, forcing me to evolve

-home isn’t going anywhere, but at the same time peoples lives are moving on over there, some people are around doing the same shit just as if I hit pause before i left

Cons to going: (good things about going home)

- venus.... what would i do about her?

-also i want a puppy hella fucking bad, and i can’t do that hear, unless.... in paris i got a dog, but that would be too hard with classes n work and a small apartment

-classes in french could be hard, i miss my english classes

-no language barrier, so my social anxiety might subside

-im 21 now so i can do things now that I wasn’t able to before in the states

-i miss gymnastics hella bad, like a lot actually, and it kept me in shape

-i’ll be able to see my fwwends, especially claudia, lindsay, ashley, maybe christiane and mikaila, we shall see, but like they are amazing people and it would be great to go back

-you have already made so many great memories, like shit, oktoberfest, arles, the solo trip to the UK, all the crazy nights in the center, including the ones with psycho stripper, the trips to Paris with interesting classmates, seeing troyboi twice, meeting troyboi, exploring the city with my parents, going to Cannes and Nice with my mammi, seeing random cute dogs on the street but not being alowed to pet them because the manners are different here, the fight over the rooms in the house, zack breaking up with me and it causing me to become a philosopher with great depth for a whole split second, me thinking those 3 weeks in the hotel would never end, the shitty airbnb with jonni. meeting alice and danielle for the first time, sitting at le festival getting drinks and me thinking about how we weren’t going to get along, barcelona with Yohann, just yohann in general lololololol, more recently, going to avignon to see my festival friends, going to the french alpes to take snowboarding lessons (holy fuck that was great) oooo saint tropez was nice-topless ft creeper miles, all the interesting interactions with Regine and Jaqueline and Aime, haha katherine ricoul le prof tres interessante, oh and so much more, i will write a post soon highlighting my most favorite memories, maybe including pictures as well, to help me remeber everything later in the future. 

-back to the cons, hmm i miss burritos like faaaack

-cars are also nice, i miss my prius, and the freedom to drive anywhere i want when i need

-oh i miss always being occupied, having too much freetime over here is actually a real debbie downer, i can even say i miss fitnfurry

-planet fitness, lololol the tanning booths were actually bae though, as well as my awesome gym buddy ashley

- home will always be there, but i’m afraid when i get back things will be very different, but that might be a good thing

-the campus at sonoma state is absoluetly stunning, i miss the big library and free printing room, and the stands they have up during lunch time sometimes, as well as the ENGLISH speaking teacher, the lecture halls, the subjects that i could actually understand and follow with textbooks

ok hillz from this, i gather that you want to go home, but at the same time you are afraid you might regret it once you get back youll realize why you were so excited to get away in the first place, and wish that you took the opportunity when you had it because soon itll be too late. aaaghh this is so difficult. but at the same time, i want to get the ball rolling in terms of my career, i want to be able to confidently take courses and take a step in the right direction for my future, and i don’t really see that happening here in france, but shit it might i honestly dont know. i decided i will base my decision on what my advisors say about the matter, if they think it will just postpone my progress idk if i want to do it, i feel so idle here, i have so much freetime ughh, i can’t take that for much longer, hopefully if i go to paris ill be able to find a job, but at the same time the anxiety of speaking is already so high, the speaking in french jsut makes its that much harder..... hmmmmm decisions decisions, my future can be so bright, i have to learn to just pick a path and stick to it. like beforehand i was not considering staying here for another year.. it never crossed my mind, i already thought a year was long, and wanted to do just a semester, and i am so glad im doing a whole year as compared to just a semester. will i regret not staying in paris for another year? or will it just be extending something that was meant to come to an end? fuuuuuuck hillary, like honestly I dont know what to tell you, do what your heart tells you. and from what i feel right now the thing really holding you back is that you are afraid you are going to get home and its going to suck, and youre going to wish you had stayed in france. but if not you have all the time in california to explore the parts of the bay and just the area that interest you, like this summer, i defineitly want to hike mount tam and stay at west point inn for a night, and then hike some more, i want to go to the san francisco zoo, and just walk around the parts of the city ive never seen, i want to drive along the coast and just take in the beauty of my home, i want to go to lake tahoe and paddle board or snowboard, i want to see the grand canyon, there is so much to do in california, so much left unexplored that I never thought to explore. so from what i gather again after all that typing is that going home is not necessarily the end of an adventure, but rather the turning of the page and a start of a new one, a new adventure on my path to self discovery and the pinnacle of health and happiness.