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Minecraft relaxing longplay to calm my racing heart and fragile heart

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Chapter Seven: The Bridge

Summary: Living in Detroit, the capital of androids, constantly reminds Natalie Tyler of the accident that changed her life for the worst. Her world is overturned after deciding to adventure out of her apartment and back into the cruel world. When androids start to peacefully protest for their rights, she is asked to work with a RK800 prototype android that goes by the name Connor.  

Word Count: 3906

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A/N: I was thinking about how I wanna upload some of these, and I think it’s easier for me to just focus on one story at a time. So a new chapter of Abomination will be put up everyday going forward, then once all of those are published, I’ll prob do all of Foxy’s chapters and so on and so on. I was just confusing myself by uploading one chapter for every story that I have everyday. This just makes it easier for a dummy like me lol Hope ya’ll like this chapter ^-^

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DATE

NOV 7TH, 2038

TIME

AM 01:19:06

JUST AS NATALIE THOUGHT, THE CAR RIDE was pretty stiff and the air between the three was thick with tension. Natalie knew that she had to address what Hank had seen from her but didn’t know how to bring it up. So she resorted to just sitting in the back seat and keeping quiet. She could feel so many different emotions radiating off of the older man and knew that if she so much as whispered he would most likely explode.

She knows that she probably shouldn’t have kept the fact that she wasn’t completely human from him. Sure, they weren’t partners in the sense of her being a police officer or anything. However, they were still working together and knew that what she was should have been disclosed. 

Hank had driven aimlessly in silence. They left the sketchy streets and roads that the Eden Club was on and soon ended up in a more quiet area of the city. Hank had pulled up to a small children’s playground that overlooked the city. He climbed out of the car with a beer in hand and slammed the door shut. Natalie cringed at it and jumped slightly. Her and Connor watched as the man stomped through the playground and towards a bench that rested near the edge of the water.

Natalie gulped and took a slow, deep breath. There was a slight internal conflict within her on whether she should make the right choice but in the end she came to a decision. She slowly climbed out of the car and hesitantly followed the route that Hank had taken. Connor watched her stiffly before following after the woman and towards his partner. A slow progression of snowflakes fell from the sky and decorated the ground, playground and the trio in a think blanket.

“Nice view, huh?...” Hank asked as the two approached him slowly as he looked across the horizon, “I used to come here a lot before…” He trailed off before shaking his head and taking a swig of his beer.

The silence between the trio was starting to become deafening. Natalie was starting to become uncomfortable as she knew there was a large topic that they needed to address. It was on the tip of her tongue but she just couldn’t get it out. She hated talking to people about her… predicament. She hesitated a few times and tried to speak, but Connor beat her to it. “Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?”

Hank scoffed, “do all androids ask so many personal questions or is it just you?”

“Why are you so determined to kill yourself?” Connor continued on when Hank didn’t say ‘no’.

“Some things, I just can't forget… Whatever I do, they're always there… Eating away at me…” Natalie could relate to that completely. “I don't have the guts to pull the trigger... So, I kill myself a little every day... That's probably difficult for you to understand, huh, Connor?” Hank turned to look at the android while taking a swig from his beer. “Nothing very rational about it…”

The group was bathed in silence once again, “it's late. Maybe you two should go home.”

“I'm not tired…” Hank gruffly said before turning to the woman who stood awkwardly by Connor, “guess you aren’t.”

Natalie blinked at the fact that Hank had addressed her in any way, “I’ve got no place to be right now.”

Connor paced away from the two and towards the railing of the walkway, “we're not making any progress on this investigation…” The facts of the case were being pieced together in his mind, yet nothing fit. “The deviants have nothing in common. They're all different models, produced at different times, in different places…”

The detective shrugged his shoulders, “well, there must be some link.”

“All of them are obsessed with rA9…” Natalie spoke up. There was a slight buzz in the back of her head at the mention of it, but she brushed it off and chalked it up for nothing. “It’s like their version of God or something…”

Connor nodded his head in agreement and started to elaborate, “like some kind of… myth. Something they invented that wasn't part of their original program…”

“Androids believing in God…” Hank’s eyes widened at the thought as Connor and Natalie turned to the older man. “Fuck, what's this world coming to?”

Connor turned back to his partner and technician, “you seem preoccupied, Lieutenant... Is it something to do with what happened back at the Eden Club?”

Hank glanced over at Natalie who sheepishly bowed her head. However, he seemed to focus on something other than the elephant standing next to him bundled up in her sweater. “Those two girls... They just wanted to be together... They really seemed in love…”

“You seem troubled, Lieutenant. I didn't think machines could have such an effect on you…”

“What about you, Connor?..” Hank started as he finished off his beer before climbing off of the bench. “You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?”

Natalie waited with baited breath as anxiety pooled in her stomach. Hank was a loose cannon who acted erratically and the way that he was approaching Connor did not seem promising. Finally, Connor answered him, “I'm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant. Your partner... Your buddy to drink with... Or just a machine... Designed to accomplish a task.”

Neither the android or cyborg could tell what was running through the lieutenants mind. Hank suddenly spun around to face Natalie who visibly gulped at his narrowed eyed stare. “And what about you, girly?”

Natalie took a moment to collect her thoughts. She licked her lips in nervousness and approached the two carefully. “I don’t know what I am anymore… a mistake I guess…”

“Mistake?”

Natalie bit the inside of her cheek as her own eyes started to narrow in frustration. “If anything, an experiment,” she sighed out roughly, “some fucked up experiment who can’t fit into society any more.” She looked to stare at Hank whose face was covered in a blank expression. “I lied to you, Lieutenant, I just didn’t tell you that I’m not… completely human.”

“Not completely human, huh?” Hank stared at her with narrowed eyes. He was able to see the way that the topic about her humanity bothered her. Her hands shook from nerves and the cold and her bottom lip was held tightly by her teeth. She looked like she was about to burst due to frustration. Hank couldn’t tell whether it was frustration due to him or herself, but he had a feeling it was a combination of the two. He turned to Connor instead, “you could've shot those two girls, but you didn't. Why didn't you shoot, Connor?” Hank gritted out and shoved Connor in the shoulder lightly. Natalie was about to jump in between the two of them, but Connor caught her eye and subtly shook his head. He didn’t want her to get in the middle of whatever spat that Hank had with him. If he were to get hurt by the temperamental lieutenant then so be it, another Connor could take his place. But Natalie could be seriously hurt if Hank lashed out at her. Especially now that Hank knew she lied to him… Connor was uncertain what the outcome of Hank’s emotions would be to her. “Hm? Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?”

A silence enveloped them all as tensions began to rise exponentially. Natalie was more than ready to intervene at any moment's notice if things started to get bad. “No…” Hank was surprised by Connor’s answer, “I just decided not to shoot, that's all…”

Hank nodded his head before swiftly pulling out his revolver from his coat pocket and pointing it right in between Connor’s eyes. Natalie gasped at that, “Hank!” She tried to put herself between the two to defuse the situation, “calm down, Hank! Put the gun away.”

Hank stared at her for a moment, “you said you’re not completely human, right?” His eyes bored into her own as he motioned to the android behind her. “So I’m guessing you’re like him then.”

Natalie looked away briefly and composed herself. Behind her Connor placed a hand on her back in support, just to make sure that she was all right. She silently thanked him for that and kept her voice calm and level. “I am part android, yes. Now put that away, Hank.”

Hank disregarded the statement and flickered his eyes between the android and cyborg. “Tell me, are either of you afraid to die, Natalie? Connor?”

Connor spoke up for both of them as he didn’t like the fact that Hank still had a gun pointed at him and Natalie. He just couldn’t get that out of his programming; that Natalie was in possible danger. “I would certainly find it regrettable to be… interrupted… before I can finish this investigation.”

“What will happen if I pull this trigger? Hm? Nothing? Oblivion? Android heaven?”

The android appeared to stare off into space for a moment as he seemed to think about it. “Nothing… There would be nothing…” Hank digested the statement. He observed the two in front of him. If he had to be honest, the way that Natalie tried to keep him and Connor seperated and how Connor seemed to want to pull her away, struck something in him. These two certainly were… different. Hank shook his head and let the arm with his gun drop. 

Natalie visible relaxed now that Hank had dropped his gun though she was confused when Hank turned around and started to walk away from them. “Where are you going?”

Hank waved to them over his shoulder as he stumbled away from them. “To get drunker. I need to think.” He needed to be alone to really think all of this shit over.

Soon enough, the two heard the sound of Hank’s car starting up and pulling out of the small parking lot. Natalie sighed as now it was only her and Connor. She wrapped her arms around her torso as she started to feel conflicted with how Hank reacted to her confession. Granted, she hadn’t told him everything but he seemed to… understand what she had said. Natalie most certainly wasn’t ready to tell anyone, let alone a grumpy man she only just met a few days ago, about everything that happened to her. She knew what they would think of her. She’s heard every degrading word and spiteful sentence that people had to say about her. Natalie was just grateful that Hank may have been able to bite his tongue for the time being and walk away with the information that she did give him.  

Connor noticed the emotions that swallowed her face. He didn’t like the upset expression that consumed her face and ultimately her body. He knew that talking about the fact that she was a hybrid upset her, so, to hopefully cheer her up, Connor said the first thought(thoughts? Can he have thoughts?) that popped into his head. “You’re a fascinating piece of technology.”

Natalie’s eyebrows furrowed at his sudden words and looked up to Connor slowly with a confused stare. A piece of technology? She wondered, is that what he sees her as? Could he not look past the few biocomponents within her that categorizes her as part android? Though, she could understand why he would say that because he himself happened to be a ‘piece of technology’. He might not be able to understand how she didn’t want to be seen as just an android. But who could even rebut that statement, she was more android than human. Though, she must admit, she found it… heartwarming to hear that he found her to be fascinating. She she did her best to hide the flush of pink the crawled on her cheeks at his hidden compliment.

Connor watched with a slightly tilted head as she sighed heavily and pursed her lips lightly. Did he say something wrong? He didn’t imagine this sort of reaction from the woman. He only wished to express the fact that he is intrigued by her and what she is. 

“Do you, Connor?” She finally asked in a small voice, the disbelief in her voice evident, after the two seemed to just stare at each other for a few moments. Connor nodded his head in conformation and opened his mouth to elaborate on the meaning of his statement when Natalie started to chuckle lightly. “I didn’t imagine an android such as yourself could muster an emotion such as fascination.”

Connor allowed her words to wash over him for a second as he formulated the best response to what she said. “I wouldn’t say that it is necessarily fascination-”

“Ah, but you said that I am a ‘fascinating piece of technology’, which I deduce as you expressing the emotion of fascination.” She chuckled again and turned to face him properly as she relaxed further into her seat. With her arms crossed over her chest and a small smirk resting on her lightly painted lips, Natalie surveyed Connor in his entirety. “Though, I suppose you can pass it off as logic. I am an advancement from the human form and have the capability to perform tasks that are mainly secluded to androids, such as yourself, so logically, you are saying that you know I’m a hybrid that you find to be an improvement from a human and in turn makes me, logically, better than humans and androids and hard to understand.”

Connor nodded his head as he listened to her explanation, “I suppose you are correct. I am unable to express such emotion.”

“Either that,” she drawled out, however, she couldn’t help the curiosity from leaking into her voice as she continued, “or spending time with the deviants has,” she paused as she looked for the right words. Her teasing eyes lit up, “infected your software. Have you become a deviant, Connor?”

His eyes widened at the accusation. “No, no, I can assure you, I am not a deviant. My software program his very hard to hack into and converting me to become a deviant is near impossible.”

Natalie smiled. Despite the fact that he says he can not express any feelings like humans, she can see how flustered he seemed to become at her statement. “I’m only joking, Connor, but I should have expected you not to get that joke.”

“Oh.” Connor nodded his head in understanding. It’s true, his software doesn’t have the capability to understand a joke. No matter how funny a human might find it. “Why did you seem to disbelieve the fact that I find you to be better than humans and androids. Is it hard to comprehend the fact that you are better when compared to us?” Natalie became silent as she pondered his words. She hadn’t realise that she sounded that way, curse her inability to control her human emotions. Connor only stared at Natalie as she seemed to become quiet after his questions. Now he knew he must have said something wrong. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I only noticed when you spoke you seemed to doubt what I said. I can assure you, I am positive in my observations about you.”

Natalie nodded her head as she turned away from him. “You didn’t offend me, Connor. If you had, I would have made it clear to you.” She paused and collected her thought on the matter, “you know my existence is a… controversial one. The fact that I am a hybrid causes many people to voice their opinions on who I really am, or, at least, who they think I am.” She took a shuttered breath, “throughout the past few years I’ve heard most people’s opinions on myself. I’ve been told I’m the future… I’ve also been told I’m a mistake.” She shook her head as the voices of her own family seemed to invade her mind. Why must their voices plague her thoughts so much. God, she wishes that she could just erase those memories from her head. “I suppose you just have to decide which I am.”

“I find you to be… Natalie.” Connor stated firmly. He only saw her as a woman who was helping him with his investigation. She wasn’t defined by what she is, to him at least. Sure, her being a cyborg gave her an advantage over most people. However, he wouldn’t ever go as far as to think of her as some sort of mistake. She most certainly wasn’t that to him.

Natalie smiled slightly at that and nodded her head. “Thanks, Connor. I wish more people saw me like that.” She paused and stood up. Connor watched as she walked away from the bench and towards the road where she would catch a taxi. She paused her steps just before she made it too far from the bench and turned back to glance at Connor who watched her with a calculating stare. He is obviously trying to figure what was going on with her. Yet there was and underlying spark of disappointment at the fact that she had decided to leave, especially after something as intense as having a gun pointed at the two of them. He honestly seemed to want to make sure that she was okay. However, she seemed to want to go home at that moment.“The world isn’t kind to someone like me.”

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Natalie sluggishly crawled out of the cab that parked in front of her apartment building. She yawned loudly and looked down at her watch to see that it was nearly two in the morning. She cursed herself slightly at the fact that she had gotten home so late. Ethan must be so worried. Her brother knew that she could handle herself since she was a grown woman. However, ever since they were young, Ethan worried about everything. Every thing, no matter how large or small, was a humongous deal to Ethan. That man was known to freak out at just about everything. 

She made her way into the apartment building and getting into the elevator. Natalie hummed to herself as she trotted off of the elevator and towards her apartment. She pulled out her keys from her sweater pocket and opened the front door. The sight that greeted her was not unsuspected.

Ethan was sprawled out on the couch as credits rolled on the television screen which obviously meant that a movie had ended. Going by the music, Natalie had to guess that it was an old Disney movie that Ethan had loved ever since he was a kid, Finding Nemo. She laughed lightly at the sight and lazily walked over to the couch. She moved Ethan’s feet off of the ciuch to make room for herself which effectively woke up her brother.

“Natalie!” Ethan slurred in his sleepy state as he sat up quickly and nearly fell off of the couch. He yawned obnoxiously loud as Natalie grabbed a bag of chips off of the coffee table. “Oh, my God! I’ve been so worried about you!” He practically threw himself on to her in a tight hug. “I know you told me not to call you while you were working, and I nearly did! But I restrained myself enough to just wait for you to come home.”

“Get off, worrywort!” Natalie wheezed from under him while trying to push him off of her. "I know, thanks for that. Tonight was…” Natalie paused as Ethan sat straight on the couch to look at her intently. “...Intense… yeah, that’s one way to describe it.”

Ethan eyed his sister in worry, “in what what way was it intense?”

Natalie sighed loudly through her nose, “well, we were called to go down to the Eden Club-”

“Eden Club!?”

Natalie continued on, “where a man had been murdered by an devient. We searched the place and found the devient in the back room along with her lover, another devient.” Ethan just about gasped loudly at the story, “But we got into a fight and I ended up with a screwdriver to the shoulder-”

“Natalie!” Ethan fussed as he jumped on her again to inspect her shoulder. Just as she had told him, once he peeled back her green sweatshirt he found that her shirt had a tear in it and it was covered in blue blood. “Why did you say this earlier?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “it doesn’t hurt and it stopped bleeding a while ago. Plus, no bio components were hit. I just need to drink some blue blood is all.”

“Still, Nat, you should have mentioned this to begin with!” He rushed off of the couch and towards the kitchen where he slammed open a cabinet. Inside, many bottles and packages of fresh blue blood and small biocomponents adorned the entirety of its interior. He hastily grabbed one of the bottles and rushed back over to Natalie. He handed her the bottle and urged her to drink it.

Natalie couldn’t help herself but chuckle at Ethan’s frantic nature. She took the bottle from him and took one generous gulp in order to calm some of her brother’s nerves. “Happy?”

“Somewhat.”

“Anyway, when I was injured Hank saw the blue blood-”

Ethan cut in again with a gasp, “and now he knows you’re a cyborg!”

She sighed again and nodded her head, “yeah, he does.”

“How did he react?” Ethan reluctantly asked. From the cringe that consumed Natalie’s face, Ethan could guess that it didn’t go well. “That bad?”

“He didn’t really say anything for a while, I think he was trying to process it. Then…” She trailed off as the memory of Hank pointing a gun at herself and Connor. Natalie had a strong feeling that mentioning that part of her night would upset Ethan completely. Protective little brother mode would activate and Natalie would have to stop him from marching out of their apartment on a suicide mission to hunt the lieutenant. She cleared her throat, ���we got into… I guess an argument? He questioned me about it anyway, then he just left.”

Ethan nodded his head in understanding, “he needed to process it further.” Natalie yawned, “we should probably go to bed, it’s really late, or really early.”

Natalie chuckled under her breath and stretched, “yeah, good idea.”

The siblings both stood up from the couch and started to make their way towards their bedrooms after cleaning up Ethan’s mess a little bit. Though the both of them were kind of out of it due to being too sleepy. They both bid each other a good night and went into their bedrooms.

Natalie tore off her sweatshirt and started to change into pajamas. She crawled into her bed and allowed herself to be swallowed in her blankets. She stared up at the ceiling in silence. The brunette allowed the situation she was in earlier to play again in her head like a movie. Hank certainly was a loose cannon! He pulled a gun on Connor and herself when she stepped in the way. Was he really willing to shoot either her or Connor? If he was, she’s going to have to be careful around him now. Who knows what he may do if he loses his cool again…

[meerey]

So like I have a couple issues with the jorge thing. I dislike him and the fakeness is the reason. He snaked Lewis in zandvoort knowing he’d never beat Max but he wanted to beat Lewis all by defying a team strategy that was already ironed out. Unsportsmanlike and selfish tbh. But it’s also the media chat. Now notice how when he has been asked about beating Lewis one thing he has always refused to say is that Lewis has been experimenting on set ups and that’s been jeopardising his pace in qualifying and races, allowing him to gain points by being conservative with setup. No thank yous or acknowledgement. Just the same PR stuff about respecting Lewis, greatest of all time blah blah blah and that he’ll bounce back. Bro Lewis wasn’t off his game to need to bounce back, he was trying to get the team a winning car by being selfless and jorge’s avoidance of admitting that publicly despite the team saying this, kept the critics coming because no one would believe that the team are being honest. Jorge admitting this could have squashed a lot of the negative media comments just by being honest. It costs nothing to be honest and selfless. I personally cannot take credit that doesn’t belong to me. Why can’t he just admit these things? Also everyone saying he’s as good as Lewis need to realise he is yet to win a race against Lewis without outside influences helping him. Whether it be safety cars, him ignoring strategy, Lewis being crashed into, Lewis having faulty DRS/ engine issues, Lewis being hindered by crappy setups and experiments etc those are the times he’s won. i am a Lewis fan and that’s all. Why are we being made to believe we gotta like his teammate. I’m not sending him hate so who cares? Sorry for venting lol

I feel like I sent this to myself omg?

The ventriloquist dummy is not gonna admit to anything ever because him being ahead of Lewis is a BOOST to his ego. People praising him for 'beating' Lewis in his first year as his teammate got him beliving his own hype. How that ended up happening doesn't even matter atp bc this is what many of these freaks have been waiting for.

Latifi could have been in his place and he would have gotten the same praise simply because it's Lewis he's up against

I look forward to the day this fraudulent war criminal gets exposed and humiliated

[cielcius]

BAKUGOU'S S/O IS A MESSY EATER | HEADCANONS

includes: bakugou k.

from the writer: if u feel insecure about this, don’t, cuz same. i literally can’t eat a meal w/o getting sauce on my chin n stuff, it’s so bad lmao but otherwise i think it’s kind of a good opportunity to like do those romantic k drama moments where it’s like ‘commere u have some food on ur chin dummy’ and then it has the other person all blushy and ahhhh i think it’s cute even if it’s not in that aspect. also, uh, requests r open???!!! idk i mean i’m standing here empty minded w a shitton of ideas that i have absolutely no motivation to write so i’m pretty much bored especially w summer coming around (i say this even as i’m still doing my osamu series, have summer college classes, and am begging myself to do a konoha smau🧍‍♀️) buuuuut it’d be nice to do some requests every once in a while even tho it does kinda take a bit to come out lol

notes & warnings: reader is a messy eater, cursing, food

frankly, katsuki could care less if you had a little food on your cheek or a little something on your chin

like chewing with your mouth open or improper table manners in public (like putting your feet on the table or sum lol) is a no-go for him, that would just piss him off

but it’s kind of endearing and he lowkey kinda sees it as your trademark of you just being you

because he knows that you try to eat a little cleaner around friends and other people, and sometimes even around him if you guys are having one of those fancy restaurant dates

but disregarding the fancy dates, he likes that you don’t try to keep yourself prettied up (not that you don’t every once in a while)

at first, he might laugh when he sees a piece of food stuck to the side of your mouth

but he will begrudgingly wipe it away for you because all in all, he means well

even when he teases you and pinches your nose after

pretty sure he pinched your nose just to see your cute little face scrunch up, it absolutely becomes the highlight of his entire fucking week whenever you do it but he’s grumpy that it’s hard to immediately capture the moment on his phone

he also has little wet wipes ready for you if you get your hands dirty eating any type of finger food like chicken wings or sandwiches

he does get a bit annoyed if there are too many scrunched up napkins littering the table so he tries to tell you how to use them to the fullest extent he will flick one to your side of the table like it’s finger soccer if one ever gets near him

it’s your ritual to wash your hands after you guys finish eating

he does it with you cause why the hell not? it’s good for personal hygiene so uh wash your hands pls 🙂

if you’re scared to eat in public or like at some food booth or whatever where you can’t control everything that happens around you

it’s okay because katsuki will control everything for you 😀

he’s like one of those people who stand in the middle of an intersection and yell at cars for them to go when the traffic lights aren’t working i forgot what they’re called :’)

“fuck off! what the hell are you looking at, hah?! you bet i’ll beat your fucking ass right here, right now—”

aha ha.... just walk away 😀

it’s too bad cause he’ll follow you like the little love-sick puppy that you’ve turned him into

you’ve converted him :-)

[mrsbrookegillespie]

+Luke Skywalker (Luke x Reader)+

(Not My Gif)

Read Before: This is for all my Star Wars fans out there! No bash talking the new Star Wars movies in the comments, or else they'll be removed.

Description: Ever since Y/N and her boyfriend Luke found out that they both I have a love for Star Wars, they've planned to have a marathon. But, when it's finally the day something clouds over Y/N's mind, leaving a worried Luke, and Y/N with a huge burden on her shoulders. Will she tell him the truth?

Warnings: Suggestive dialogue, physical touching ( My face is very red right now lol ), mild angst, fluff.

+Luke Skywalker+

“AH!” I jump, almost spilling my popcorn everywhere. “Luke! You really gotta stop doing that to me, I’m going to have an actual heart attack one day.” I put a hand over my heart as it pounds against my ribcage.

“What do you want me to do? I said I’d be over at eight.” He looks at his small, beat up watch, reading over the time to make sure he got it right.

“Ugh,” I groan. “You could at least poof outside my door and announce yourself, you know to give me some warning?”

“But, that’s no fun.” He pouts moving over towards my bed. “I missed you.” He smiles while plopping down beside me. “You haven’t been at rehearsals lately.” A hint of disappointment and sadness clouds his eyes.

My stomach’s drowning in butterflies as he scans over my face multiple times, trying to read me, no doubt. “I’ve been busy,” I lie. I fidget with my necklace that hangs just above my collarbones. 

“Hmm…” He leans closer, pushing a piece of my hair back behind my ear.

I flinch a little from the contact, which he doesn’t seem fazed by. My mind somehow likes to forget that I can touch the ghosts, unlike Julie. It still remains a mystery why I can even see let alone have the ability to feel them. “You’re going to make me spill popcorn all over my bed,” I say. I push him away, interrupting his movements. He was going to kiss me, are we even there, yet? It would’ve been my first kiss if I let him do it. I can’t have my first kiss be on my bed, can I? 

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” he asks

Heat rushes to my cheeks. “Nothing,” I lie again. “Are we going to get this Star Wars marathon started, or what?” I form my lips into a tightline to suppress my grin.

He gazes into my eyes for a moment. “Okay,” he simples. I couldn’t tell what the tone that laces in his voice was. But, it wasn’t good.

I grab the remote, clicking on The Phantom Menace, ironically. I grab another remote, dimming down the light. I guess having rich parents has its perks. My hands go for my popcorn, as I stuff my mouth with it.

I hear a chuckle beside me, making me look over. “What?” I question, with my cheeks puffed out. “What’s so funny?” I interrogate.

“I didn’t know my girlfriend was half chipmunk.” I roll my eyes

I try to swallow the rest of the popcorn down quickly without choking myself. “I would offer you some, but… you know…” I gesture to him.

His eyes nearly made me faint. He looks like a lost puppy in the rain. “It’s okay,” he whispers, waving it off

I avoided any physicality like the plague for the first half of the movie. And I think Luke’s noticing. He reaches for my hand, but I move it away to crack my knuckles for the fifth time. “Y/N.” His tone got even more stern. It startles me to hear Luke’s voice so deep, and brooding, unlike his normal upbeat, and light tone.

I try to ignore it. “What?” I don’t spare him a glance, but I can feel him burning holes into the side of my head.

“What’s going on?”

I scrunch my face in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I place a handful of popcorn into my mouth, so I didn’t have to attempt to talk anymore.

“You’re stress eating!” He snaps his fingers as he calls me out. “I knew it.” His voice booms through the room, clapping his hands together as a form of self-assurance. 

I turn my head to look at him in alarm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I repeat. “Let’s just watch the movie please, we have a lot to get through tonight.”

He sighs loudly, placing his eyes back onto the television.

The first film ends, as I click Attack of the Clones. “I’m getting cold,” Luke states.

I purse my lips. I know what he’s up to, he’s a ghost, can a ghost even get cold? Probably not, he wants me to cuddle with him. “Here ya go.” I throw a blanket over his face.

“Thanks,” he replies, bitterly, his voice slightly muffled from the blanket. He slowly pulls it away, and places it over his legs. “Are you cold? We can share it.” 

I shake my head. “I’m actually quite warm.” As if on cue a shiver runs down my body.

“Yeah, sure.” I internally wince at his sarcastic way of talking. 

I cross my arms over my chest, watching the movie. I try not to pay any attention to him, and focus, but it’s extremely difficult when I notice his hand getting dangerously close to my thing. Maybe it was partially my doing with my shorts, and tank top, but I just wanted to be comfortable. “What are you doing?” Worry floods over me as he gently places his hand on the upper part of my leg. It sends tingles throughout my body.

“Can I just rest my hand here?” he asks.

“Um…” I bite my lip. “Sure,” I give in.

He gives me a soft smile. “Y/N, if you’re uncomfortable you can tell me. I don’t ever want to make you feel that way.”

Abruptly, guilt washes over me. Seeing him care so much, checking in with me, I swear concern hasn’t left his expression since he got here.I feel as though I haven’t been honest with him over the time we’ve been dating. I guess I’m just scared that he’ll change his mind about me when I tell him I’ve never actually been in a relationship before and I’ve never been touched the way he’s touched me before. And I’m nervous. “You could never make me feel uncomfortable,’ I eventually say. “It’s just--” I hesitate, “--it’s just… you’re my first boyfriend,” I blurt.

His eyes widen. “What?” he stutters. “You’ve-you’ve never had a boyfriend!” He rips his hand away. “I’m your first boyfriend? 

I swallow my fear, nodding. “Yes.” My voice becomes super quiet.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, and I swear I hear his voice break.

“Why are you crying?” I ask, finally seeing the tears build up in his eyes. I pull him into a hug which he immediately leans into.

“If I had known I would’ve done things differently, I would’ve tried harder.” I stroke his hair, my heart shattering.

“No, you’ve literally exceeded my expectations. I wouldn’t change a single thing,” I pause. “And I didn’t tell you because I was scared.”

He frowns from underneath me. “Why?” 

“I thought it would change the way you see me? I don’t know.” 

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” I nod. “Baby, it could never change the way I see you, but more me. I’ve never have had to do this, and if you think you’re scared. I’m a ghost who’s someone’s first boyfriend, that puts a lot of pressure on me.”

I laugh, breathless. “I never thought about it like that,” I admit.

“Come here, you dummy.” He changes our position, so I am basically on top of him. He holds onto me tight, like if he let’s go he’ll never see me again. He soothingly rubs my back. “Did you know… I was named after Luke Skywalker?” he says, slowly, as if he was trying to remember the claim correctly.

I prop myself up on his chest, so I can look at his face. “No, you weren’t,” I say in disbelief.

He nods with a smug grin. “I was… My mom found out she was pregnant with me the day she saw this movie with my dad, and that was that. So, I’m basically Luke Skywalker, you know I probably have the Force.” I laugh loudly.

It fades when I realize how close Luke and I were, to the point where I can count his eyelashes, the freckles sprawled across his cheeks, distinguish every color that’s in those beautiful hazel eyes of his that I can’t seem to not be mesmerized by.

Taking a step of bravery, I closed the gap. He freezes for a moment, but quickly melts under my touch. He takes his time moving his lips against mine, trying to savor this moment in case it goes away one day. “You know it makes sense.” I pull away. “I was always more of a Han Solo girl.”

He gasps. “Take that back right now!” he argues.

I shake my head. “Nope,” she teases, poking his chest.

His eyes stare at her in awe. “I love you” A subtle blush comes across his features when he says it. 

I gape at him, thinking I’m in some amazing dream, where this beautiful person loves me. It’s not everyday when you meet someone who looks at you with such desire, a desire to keep you in their life forever. A guy who would do anything in his will to always be with you. So, I said what every girl wants to say to her boyfriend. “I know.” 

Not My Best, But It’s Okay :)

[hatake-no-sharingan]

Hiya!! Started following you recently and I really like your stuff 🔥 Can I request number 6 off your dialogue prompts with kakashi and reader? 😳

A/N: Hiii honeyyy. Thank you so much for requesting <3 Here’s your little drabble :) I hope you enjoyy. I was influenced by the fact that alcohol makes people say stuff they normally wouldn’t say otherwise, so I can totally picture Kakashi literally speaking his thoughts as they come to his head. Enjoy and be kind.

Songs to listen to while reading this: (I’m sorry if yall think my music taste is bad lol, I’m exposing myself)

Pienso en tu Mirá by Rosalía and I like me better by Lauv

Prompt 6: “If we weren’t drunk I’d think you were flirting with me”

You’d all had a very exhausting week. A ton of work, some chakra drainage, and a lot of unruly Genin. That’s why, at Asuma’s proposal, the jonin leaders decided to go partying that Friday. If you could even call it a party.

Kurenai, Asuma, Gai, Genma, Kakashi and you, sat at an empty bar, singing halfheartedly a weird song nobody seemed to know very well, after a few rounds of shots, and a ton of bad jokes. All of you were half drunk and half asleep.

“Maaa... we’re getting old” Kakashi muttered, slurred words and everything “remember when we still had the energy to do this?”

“What are you saying, Kashi? I’m still in the primetime of my youth. Youth is eternal.” Gai replied.

“I can’t remember when you had the energy to do this, because last time I checked, you avoided hanging out with us during our actual youth. Busy with ANBU stuff and everything.” You snapped lazily at Kakashi. It was true, he’d always turned his back whenever you all invited him to your plans. It kind hurt you at the time, and now you were drunk, with your tongue loosened, so you could complain about it all you wanted.

In fact, all of your tongues were loosened, Asuma had made some suggestive remarks to Kurenai, not caring if you all had to listen, causing her to get up, and take him home. Gai hadn’t stopped babbling about youth and Genma hadn’t missed a chance to tell you all how dull you’d become.

When Gai started looking a little bit sick, Genma stood up and took him to the restroom. At least that’s what you thought, when you realized Kakashi and you were alone.

“You know, if I’d gone out with you guys more when we were younger, i’m not sure we would’ve stayed friends” Kakashi blurted out, as you tried to serve another round of sake, inevitably spilling some on yourself.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused “would we have fought?”

Kakashi flashed a lazy smile, visible through his mask, and shook his head slowly

“No, you dummy, you would’ve trapped me with those pretty eyes of yours”

Your heart started beating fast, but you giggled, trying to hide your nervousness.

“If we weren’t drunk I’d think you were flirting with me”

“I am flirting with you” he said, and you couldn’t resist yourself. It had always been your dream, and now, this loose tongued Kakashi was Encouraged by the alcohol, you pulled down his mask, and kissed him sloppily, pouring the feelings you had gathered throughout the years.

“I don’t think they’re coming back, Walk me home, pretty eyes?”

You both passed out on his couch as soon as you got there. The next morning, you woke up with a pounding on your head, but Kakashi walked out of the kitchen holding two cups of strong coffee.  

“I don’t think I’m ever drinking like that again, but what I said last night, I meant it. I’m yours.”

[justalokifanaccount]

Episode 6-Play by Play Reactions (Spoilers)

I’m so nervous and excited. Disclaimer: I have spoiled a few minor things for myself for this episode because I’m a self sabotaging dummy who does this whenever I get anxious about a form of media I am watching.

I’m so friggin nervous ahhhhhhhhh

Please tom Hiddleston, don’t do me dirty

Screw you renslayer

Istg if anyone betrays anyone I’m going to riot

Man I miss Classic!Loki already

Isn’t this the music that played when Steve?

OH MY GOSH IM GOING TO CRY WITH ALL OF THE AUDIO REFERENCES

Lol the peter quill lines are perfect because I legit just watched GotG

Nelson Mandela?

Vision???

Lmao Sylvie saying “open your eyes!” Gave me legend of Zelda breath of the wild flashbacks

My heart is rattling against my rib cage with excitement and anxiety

Spoopy castle

Aha another scene or at least location from the trailers!

Oof they’re both anxious too

Pretty gold veins

You were pruned before he even existed? What? No you weren’t? You were kidnapped but not pruned. You were only just pruned lmao.

If kang isn’t the baddy I’m gonna look like such an idiot

AGHH!

Good God that stopped my heart.

He who remains?

KANG?

I don’t trust you Miss Minutes

Man I wanna kill Thanos

Miss minutes I don’t trust you, TEMPTRESS!

If he could make it work, then why couldn’t he allow the timeline to break free normally then huh?

“We write our own destiny now.” Bite me Miss Minutes

Ren Slayer I hope you get chucked into space

How self aware is miss minutes exactly?

I’m actually surprised that Renslayer doesn’t know who it is

Miss minutes is so creepy what the freak

The music is so damn good

“Are we sure he’s even still alive?” Judging by the opening of the door, I’m assuming that yes.

Uhhh hi?

Is this kang?

Or Ryuk lmao

I’m hoping he’s more serious than this jokey seemingly unserious dude. I need some angst.

Is this Kang?

Cmon

So much for easy to kill I guess

Where’s doctor strange when you need him?

I bet classic!loki could kill him easily…

I miss alligator Loki and kid Loki…

Doctor strange sanctum vibes

Hey heart, can you stop beating in my chest? You’re gonna kill me

HAHAHAHAHA YESSSS MOBIUS

Kill her please. I won’t be sad. Do it.

You’re not sorry. Shut up.

HAHAHAHA YEA BOIIIIIII

Ohio? Oh gosh is this a school?

RENSLAYER???

Hahaha she’s just a principal

HAHAHA BREAK THEIR MINDS

Don’t you dare insult my Loki. Love you Sylvie, but she’s nothing compared to Loki in my mind and never will be.

This music is gonna give me a heart attack

Help

Oh so this has happened before?

Wannabe God…

My BPM has got to be like 100

Paved the road? Soooo are you a Loki or???

Who are you? Please be kang or else I’m gonna friggin have to eat a rock like I promised.

This dude is literally a Fan Fiction writer oml

Sylvie? Please trust Loki. Don’t betray him.

Yea yea Renslayer I know that it’s crazy your whole life is a lie but you’re an idiot.

You’re a variant too you dumb dumb.

Yea you betrayed him. You betrayed the timeline.

Where the hell are you going?

PRUNE HER

DO IT

OH COME ON

PRUNE HER FOR CRIPES SAKE

Ughhhhhhh cmon Mobius…

In search of free will? What? Then WHY NOT TAKE MOBIUS WITH YOU

Dang that was disappointing Mobius got knocked down that easily…

Oh my gosh Tom Hiddleston’s voice is rumbling in my headphones good God

Kang?

Kang?

KANG THE CONQUEROR?

PLEASE

GIVE ME AFFIRMATION

Oof even he has variants

Dude loves Apples more than Ryuk

But he also sat on the chair like L

Is he like a celestial? Related to one?

Hush you wannabe Saint

Alioth?

Okay but HOW did you harness its power. What’s your technology then? You can’t just say that and not explain how.

Is he drunk?

Okay L

He’s like L, Light Yagami, and Ryuk all in one.

Your variants? Then who are you?

GAMBIT LIKE FROM THE X MEN UNIVERSE? I’m kidding… sigh…

Okay mandalorian

My heart is still beating fast why

If I don’t make another appearance again, know I died of a heart attack

Why would he give up control huh?

Is he a Loki?

“I’m older.” Dude you look like you’re 30 tops. What’s your secret? How are you immortal if you’re only man? Or are you not a midgardian?

Both sitting with swords.

Multiversal war heh? DOCTOR STRANGEEEEE THEYRE AT IT AGAIN

He’s kinda calling her out a lil lmao

Both of them

HEART CAN YOU CALM DOWN?? I TOOK MY PILLS! WHY YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A PANIC ATTACK.

Hello? Something happening you didn’t expect?

Threshold?

Of what?

This dude is a good actor. He’s playing the demented, crazed, power man well.

What’s the third option? There can’t only be two.

My heart is friggin dumb. Can you not??? I’m legitimately annoyed by how hard and fast it’s beating.

What’s that in your hand buddy?

Bud?

What, is it an honesty detector or something?

You can really tell this guy is tired of life and everything

Aaaaand they’re fighting

Girls girls, you’re both pretty. Can I go home now?

Oh no…

Sylvie, no, stop it.

SYLVIE!!! Trust Loki!

Cmon there has to be a third option

Sylvie DAMMIT

TRUST HIM

Protagonists fight before the climax cliche *ding!*

GET OUT OF MY HEAD CINEMASINS

Dammit now she knows magic too

HE DOESN’T WANT THE THRONE YOU DUMB DUMB

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want a throne. I just want… I just want you to be okay.”

OH?

OH?

HELLO?

It’s the onceler fandom all over again

Kiss and betrayal

COME ON MAN

Loki can’t catch a break. He just gets betrayed again and again.

How did she know how to use that.

Oop. Rip.

“See you soon.”

Sylvie, you messed up.

Now what?

Poor doctor strange. Dudes gonna have his hands full lmao.

Tom Hiddleston BETTER be in Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness

My chest is actually moving from how hard my heart is beating what the heck

Poor Loki

All he knows is pain and hurt. And whenever he thinks he’s getting love, love, like a dagger, hurts him.

CMON TOM DONT MAKE ME CRY WITH YOUR STELLAR ACTING

How is this going to end????

WHAT

WHAT

WHAT

Mobius???

WHY DID MOBIUS FORGET HIM

NEW STATUE? IS IT TOO LATE?

WHAT

THATS THE END????

WHAT?

BUT

BUT

BUT

WHAT???

WHAT

WHAT

WHAT

WHAT

WHAT

HOW

WHY

WHAT THE HELL?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN CREDITS??????????

Funky music but…

WHAT

WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHY DID MOBIUS FORGET LOKI

WHY DID THE TIME KEEPERS STATUE GET REPLACED?

END CREDIT SCENE?

SEASON 2 CONFIRMED OKAY SO

AGHHHHHHHHHH!

I—WHAT?

BUT

BUT

WHEN IS SEASON 2???

HOW LONG WILL I HAVE TO WAIT?

WAS THAT KANG OR DO I HAVE TO EAT A ROCK?

WILL SEASON TWO FOLLOW DIRECTLY AFTER SEASON ONE OR IS THIS LEADING UP TO THE DR STRANGE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS AND WILL SEASON TWO FOLLOW THAT?

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MY HEART

SYLVIE WHY

YOU TRAITOR

BUT AT LEAST IT WASN’T A BETRAYAL IN THE WAY I FEARED IT WOULD BE

BUT STILL

I AM LOOKING AT THE CREDITS IN THE OTHER LANGUAGES TO SEE IF THEY REFER TO HE WHO REMAINS AS KANG

I DON’T WANT TO EAT A ROCK

MY BRAIN IS MELTING

MY HEART IS… AGHHHHHHHHHHH

[themonkeycabal]

Wandavision Ep 7 Spoilers

Spoilers below

Good morning. There's a guy power washing the sidewalks at 12:30 a.m., and the drone from the generator is drilling into my brain. So I will watch WandaVision instead of doing something I might regret.

Previously on: Wanda was getting sick of Pietro's shit. Vision knows/thinks his wife is behind all the creepy shenanigans, and he tried to escape the Hex, only to fly to pieces in the real world. I can relate.

Outside, Monica, Jimmy, and Darcy were banished from the SWORD circus by Acting Director Dick, because of course. They snuck back in, also because of course. Darcy hacked AD Dick's files and found out he's Up to Something. Then she ran to try and help Vision and got herself arrested and handcuffed to a jeep. Which is where the brave SWORD agents left her when they ran away as Wanda, attempting to save Vision, expanded the Hex, swallowing Darcy and the SWORD compound, turning it all into a sitcom circus. Well deserved. Well, not Darcy, but anyway.

AD Dick escaped. Unfortunately. But, so did Jimmy and Monica who were off to her mystery aerospace engineer friend to find a way into the Hex.

Also, Tommy and Billy have powers.  

The episode 7 summary is a delight: "Two super-powered beings living ideal suburban lives suspect that everything is not as it seems." You don't say, Disney+.

Wanda wakes, regrets everything, and hides under the covers.  Understandable. Cut away to her addressing the camera The Office style "Look, we've all been there. Letting our fear and anger get the best of us; intentionally expanding the boarders of the false world we created". (cut to screaming running SWORD minions lol).

The boys come to get her, their game is freaking out. The video game controllers can't decide what decade they're in and are glitching it up.

Billy says his head feels weird and noisy. Wanda isn't terribly responsive. Mommy needs some her time.

"As punishment for my reckless evening, I plan on taking a quarantine-style staycation. A whole day. Just to myself. That'll show me." lol

Wanda eventually rouses herself, goes downstairs in her robe and sweats, ignores the boys fighting over a video game controller, and goes for the sugariest cereal. The milk container keeps glitching, she tries very very hard to ignore that.

Interesting Office-style opening credits, where it's just her name on everything. Vision is only added at the end, with the tag "Created by Wanda Maximoff".

Out in the real world, what is the point of SWORD? Like how do they have jurisdiction? Where is SHIELD. Director Mack, wtf, dude?

Anyway, now that part of their camp has been swallowed by the hex, they're further out, staring at the angry glowing force-field. AD Dick is a dick. He wants to know what's happening with the broadcast. His little minion says the signal's gone. Ominously he says "we launch today". Mmmm, what delightfully heavy-handed dipshittery will we have to endure?

Back inside. Vision wakes in the field at the edge of town that is now a circus. And lots and lots of clowns. He gets yelled at by a strongman who seems to think Vision is the new clown and tells him he's late for rehearsal with the escape artist. Who is Darcy. lol

"I put in for the bearded lady. But this alabaster complexion wasn't fooling anyone."

Darcy is chained to a ye olde fire engine or tractor or something. Vision walks up to her making a weird face and kind of waving his hand back and forth between them.

"You don't remember me from last night? We locked eyes, there was an unspoken understanding." Darcy tells him "um, hard pass." lol She busts out of her chains and walks away, Vision chases after.

Back at home, Wanda wants to know if the boys have seen dad, they haven't, but Billy wants to know about that whole thing Uncle Pietro said about dad being dead again. Wanda says Pietro is not their uncle. The boys don't understand, and Wanda has a little rambling breakdown about how she has no answers and maybe there's no meaning to anything ha ha don't worry boys mommy's just having a little depression.

Agnes knocks and then, you know, strolls in, when Wanda magics the door open.

"Hi Agnes. I'd get up but I just don't, ahahahah, want to." If I was Billy or Tommy I'd mount a search for dad. Stat.

Agnes: "I think I got there in the nick of time, 'cause she was one split-end away from cutting her own bangs."

(It's 1 a.m. and I swear to God, that man is still power-washing the sidewalks.)

Agnes suggests the boys go with her and give mommy that 'me time' she so desperately needs. The boys are reluctant but Wanda is ecstatic.

Once alone with her certainly soggy cereal, Wanda settles back to watch crappy daytime TV. But, damn it, the furniture is glitching through the eras.

"I'm fine! I'm fine hahahah. *sigh* I'm fine. i'm fine. … I'm fine."

In the real world. Jimmy and Monica are still on the move. The file on project whatever it was from last episode (Cataract), that Darcy forwarded to Jimmy's email, has finally found its way to him. It's R&D reports.

Oh, that asshole, AD Dick was trying to bring Vision back online. Monica puts the pieces together "Heyward wants his sentient weapon back."

Jimmy says somebody has to tell Wanda.

Good thing they arrive at the other side of the Hex, I guess? Where Monica has another team waiting. An Agent Goodner. They brought her like some sort of big Mars rover thingy.

Vision is still trying to talk to Darcy. "You tried to help me." "Doubtful. I'm notoriously self-involved."

lol, some amusing back and forth. Darcy is an f'ing delight and I don't just say that because I am obviously hideously biased.

Vision distracts her with a mime and takes the opportunity to do his brain mojo on her, waking her up. "Part of me secretly wanted a guest spot on this show, but seriously that sucked."

"Dr. Lewis. I have questions." "I have answers."

And then they steal the funnel cake truck.

"Dr. Lewis, my questions. Are my children safe?" "That I don't know." "And who was that Pietro?" "Beats me."

Wanda is still working on her bowl of cereal. Give it up, sister. The house redecorates itself around her.

Uh-oh, in her talking head segment, about how she doesn't understand whats going on, the person behind the camera speaks, and asks if maybe it's what she deserves. "You're not supposed to talk."

Commercial time. For a depression medication. "Nexus, a unique antidepressant that works to anchor you back to your reality. Or the reality of your choice."

Back in Westview. The boys are hanging at Agnes's. Billy has a rabbit. As happens at your crazy neighbor's house. But, he says he likes it there, because it's quiet. "You're quiet, Agnes. On the inside." J'ACCUSE, AGNES!  

Back at Monica's backup camp, she's getting suited up in her SWORD astronaut suit. Jimmy's sad because Darcy's missing the fun. But, Monica will rescue her. SWORD is worse than SHIELD for slapping their name all over everything.

Monica and the little rover zoom off to the hex. Should she really go that fast? Maybe this is something to take cautiously? Oh, and look, she hit it hard and she's stuck. The Hex doesn't want to let her in, but she keeps trying. And now the Hex is eating into the rover — sorry, *re-writing* it. Well that was a dumb plan. Sorry guys, but come on.

Monica escapes, but the hex eats the rover and then spits it out, the front half transformed into a truck. Monica is shocked, Jimmy calls for a medic, and as they run forward, Jimmy, who has known Monica for like two days, recognizes she's got 'I'm a heroic dummy' face on and he's all "noooooo!". She runs for the hex and pushes her way in.

This is a really long sequence of her going through the hex. Like … too long. Sorry, but it is. There's a whole thing where she's hearing voices from moments in her life, and she hears Carol tell her how she's a tough kid, and now Monica is Filled With Resolve and breaks through the Hex, still in her Astronaut outfit, so like she resisted the sitcom wardrobe department.

I enjoy this show, but there are moments of hokeyness that I find very trying.

The hex rewrites you at a basic level as you pass through it. So, third time through and Monica's eyes are glowy blue and she can, like, see electrical currents, or electromagnetic fields (it looks like). Trippy. She can see power along the power lines, fields around streetlights. Closing her eyes and shaking her head makes it all go away. Of course.

Meanwhile, Darcy and Vision are on their slow-speed getaway in the Funnel Cake truck. She's trying to catch him up on what's happened since he's been dead. They keep hitting red lights and obstacles. Vision thinks Wanda's doing it to keep him from getting home. "I'm not amused," he tells the camera with a very not amused face on. lol

Vision is trying to understand what he is now. It's not going well. "My corporeal form was born from Ultron's plan for global genocide?" "Correct-o." Darcy might not be the best person to be explaining this to him.

"What am I now?" Poor Vision.

Darcy takes a deep breath. In fairness, she looks like maybe she'd rather not be the one doing the explaining, either. "Honestly, I'm a STEM type of lady, so I thought she just flipped a switch on your head and brought you back to life. What I don't get is why you can't leave the hex."

Vision is having an existential crisis. But, Darcy assures him that based on her week-long experience as a fan of WandaVision, he and Wanda do really love each other. So, there's that. "You belong together," says the shameless shipper.

Meanwhile, Monica has arrived at the Maximoff residence and busts into the house, breathlessly trying to tell Wanda it's all Heyward being a dick, but Wanda's stunned by the sudden entry and then too pissed to really listen. "The drones, the missiles, Pietro." "No, Pietro wasn't us." "All you do is lie." She's tossing Monica around with her powers.

Monica, friend, buddy, pal, was that really your plan? To barge right in and just … what? Talk fast and hope she didn't yeet your ass again? Okay, she didn't have a lot of time, I get that, but surely she could have come up with something. Like, she should have found Darcy and Vision first, and then the three of them could approach Wanda. But, no. Jimmy Woo would have a plan, Monica.

Well, fortunately for Monica she's been rewritten into Electricity Lass. She hits the ground with a staticky crackle and her eyes glow blue again. Wanda's all "bu-whu?"

"The only lies I've told are the ones you put in my mouth," Monica says all angry like. Mmmkay, I thought you were trying to help? Wanda does not care for this response. Because, no offense Monica, but the last time she heard your voice, she had a missile launched at her head.

Monica challenges her. "Do it then, take me out." Not an approach I’d go for, but it seems to work, and Wanda hesitates and Monica tries to warn her again, that unlike Wanda who isn’t actually violent and evil, Heyward will burn down Westview to get what he wants. "Don't let him make you the villain."

"Maybe I already am."

Next door, Agnes is looking out the window, watching them, with a considering look on her face. BECAUSE SHE IS IN ON WHATEVER THIS IS.

Monica is still trying to talk down Wanda. Agnes interrupts. Creepily. And shepherds Wanda away.

Vision and Darcy are thwarted in their journey again. "Oh come on! Kids? What's next? Puppies?"

Vision takes the faster way and intangibles himself out of the van and flies off, leaving Darcy at the endless intersection. "Go on! I'll just meet you there then?"

Back at Agnes's shack of creepy ladies who are freaking up to something. Where are the boys? Oh, Wanda notices the half-eaten PB&Js and the nightmarish kids' show on the telly. Behind her the bunny is in its cage. No sign of the boys. Agnes says they're probably playing in the basement.

Wanda wanders off to find them. But, there are no boys, only horror show creepiness. The basement turns into some weird sort of domed cavern with arches all around and in the middle a weird glowing rectangle.

Agnes comes up behind her. "You didn't think you were the only magical girl in town, did you?" I was wise to you, Agnes. Which, given she was a featured co-star, was probably no great insight on my part. BUT STILL!

"The name's Agatha Harkness. Lovely to finally meet you, dear." OH! LOLOLOL! OH, I didn't see that one coming. Wow, you got me, show. It never occurred to me for a second that it was Agatha Harkness.

And now a fantastic montage of Agatha doing tricksy things as Agnes through the series, with the best theme song ever "Who's been messing up everything? It's been Agatha, all along! Who's been pulling every evil string? It's been Agatha, all along. She's insidious. HA HA! So perfidious." Oh man, this is great. "And I killed Sparky, too."

LOL. Great ending.

Hey, an unexpected mid-credits scene of Monica trying to get into the house. Maybe Agnes's? Oh, yeah, she finds a storm cellar and opens the doors, to see a stone stairway with vines or roots growing all around it and zippy electrical sparks and such. Pietro appears behind her. "Snoopers gonna snoop."

Credits!

Well then.

I KNEW IT! I didn't know what I knew, but I knew I knew a thing!

[katsukiboom]

I wrote this little thing in order to help myself with the awful loneliness I get from time to time due to the social distancing - really didn’t think of a name for this one lol. I hope y’all are taking care of yourselves and staying at home, please be safe! <3

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You knew it would be damn hard.

Three weeks of quarantine, maybe even four if things got crazy again, and with the whole country being basically paralyzed thanks to the new sickness going around for the time being you found yourself unable to remain calm on the inside. You were beyond worried that anyone close to you would become sick all of a sudden and it terrified you knowing what could happen, yet there was one thing that calmed you down through your darkest moments.

Hey princess, don’t forget to eat well today.

My love, please remember to brush your teeth after breakfast. I love you!

It was only three days into the quarantine and your boyfriend Shinsou had already made it a habit to text you every morning with little reminders to also keep your own health in mind and not only everyone else’s, something you tended to do when under stress. You smiled at the sight of every text before texting back something just as cheesy yet thoughtful, and the happiness he brought you was more than enough to get through the day without falling victim to the current state of fear.

The distancing didn’t come without its cons either – every day that passed you felt his absence more and more, already used to at least holding his hand in the morning as you walked to your classroom together, and missing his sweet touch made your heart ache. You thought you’d be able to make it through with calls and wearing every shirt and hoodie you had stolen from him, drowning yourself in his scent, but you found it amusing how much it annoyed you to just be able to have that.

It had been a whole week already and that night was especially hard on you thank you to the nightmares you were having due to few cups of coffee you had drank that night to be able to finish your favourite show, and you woke up at 2 am with your body drenched in sweat. You couldn’t remember most of it but one predominant thing remained in your mind – blood as red as could be and the constant smell of iron coming from everywhere. Your heart was beating like crazy as you tried to calm down and forget everything that had come to your mind, but you knew it would take at least a few minutes.

With shaking hands, you took your phone.

Are you still awake?

The reply didn’t take more than two minutes to come in, but it still felt way too long.

Did something happen? Are you alright?

And before you knew it, your phone was vibrating in your hand as you thought about a reply, the gleeful image of you two on your first anniversary glowing on the screen. You picked it up thinking it would only be a normal voice call but it surprised you to see Hitoshi’s tired face looking back at you. Adjusting the angle of your phone, you sat up on the bed and turned on the lamp on your bedside table. - Hitoshi, why are you still awake? – You repeated the question but he only shrugged.

- You texted, - was the only reply he gave you before a lazy smile appeared on his face. His purple hair was messier than usual and the bags under his eyes seemed to be disappearing even if just a little bit, and you wondered if it was because of his bedroom’s dim lighting or if he was actually getting enough rest now. – What happened, love?

You quickly told him you had a bad nightmare and that it felt so real even though you couldn’t really remember what it had been about, and he listened carefully without ever interrupting you in any way. By the end you felt as if a weight had been lifted off your chest, and you let out a little yawn as you finished speaking now feeling heaps better. – I’m sorry I woke you up for something so insignificant, Toshi, - you added, using the nickname he loved so much. - You’re supposed to be resting now, and so am I.

- Hey, don’t say that, - he said while sitting straight as well. He always seemed troubled whenever you said something self-deprecating and you knew it, but sometimes it also did help you with forgetting certain things. – It’s completely fine you called; I would’ve been more worried if you told me about this in the morning because that would mean you’d spent the night unable to sleep peacefully. Did speaking about it help?

- You know it did, dummy, - you replied while letting out a soft laugh. You looked at him through the screen and you shared a moment of intimate silence, just looking at each other without needing to say anything else. You sighed and covered yourself with the sheets again; it was getting a bit chilly in the room. – I miss you.

Hitoshi took a deep breath and muttered, - I miss you too. – You didn’t know if the whole distancing situation was also getting to him but you could tell when he was keeping things to himself – it was just one of those days.  – You know, whenever this quarantine thing is done, I’ll make sure to take you out and treat you to the best restaurant an unemployed student can afford and I’ll make it extra nice.

- You mean… - you started with hope in your voice. Your heart swelled at those words and skipped a beat as your smile grew wider. – Homemade ramen at your place with our favourite movie playing?

- With candles and everything; I told you I’d make it fancy, - he completed the idea and honestly it couldn’t have sounded better to you. Now completely happy again, you closed your eyes and placed the phone right next to you, feeling yourself dozing off once more. You were more than sure dating someone like him had been the best decision of your life.

- I would actually love that very much, Hitoshi.

[astrologers-cloud-club]

-zodiac females-

Aries: She bent over her lap to brush off the invisible dust on her black, stiletto heels, with a sigh. “You don’t look very excited, don’t you?”, I say with a chuckle. She rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch and struggled to walk towards the door, mumbling curses underneath her breath. “Let’s just go already. If we leave sooner, we’ll get the hell out of there so much faster”, she turned to look at me with visible annoyance in her big, bright eyes. I loved how every time she was forced to do something she clearly didn’t enjoy, she would have these flames in her pupils, setting everything around her on fire. Bet she wanted that to happen. “Nah. I’m not going. I was thinking of driving towards the riverside and have a picnic there”, I say as I get up to walk out of the house. She furrowed and followed me outside, arms crossed over her chest. “What did you just say? You’re going to have a picnic in the middle of nowhere, at midnight, instead of going to the annual dance party?” I nodded, waitng to see what her next reaction would be. She seemed hestant at first but in a few seconds, she threw away her heels and, barefoot, ran towards my car, screaming “Sign me up, bitch!”

Taurus: “Don’t be cliché”, she giggled as I wiped away the ice cream which stained her upper lip. I smiled and shrugged, observing how her cheeks would flush red as her gaze left mine. “I’m just trying to be nice”, I say and she rolled her eyes with a scoff. “Then be nice in a more un cliché way, dummy!” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back on the wood bench. “Oh, and how would that look like?”, I ask and watch as she grins proudly. Next thing I know, her entire ice cream smashes against my cheek, right before she gets up from the bench and starts running around the park, screaming and laughing until tears roll down from her big, beautiful eyes. Once I was finally able to catch her, she blushed and hid her face in the material of my blouse. “I have to admit, that was certainly unexpected, miss anti cliché”, I laughed as she slowly kicked my chest with her small, fragile fist. “You should learn some skills from me, mister romance”. Accepting her challenge, we spent the rest of the afternoon creating popcorn jewellery and dancing with the pigeons. That kind of ridiculous stuff you only do with those you love dearly.

Gemini: I approached the crowd of people gathered in a wide circle, around a small source of attention, covered in bright, vibrant clothes. Cutting through the loud laughs, I could hear a soft sound of what seemed to be an ukulele, played awkwardly by the person in the midde of the sea of people. That’s when I saw her. She was dressed in baggy, colorful clothes which were brushing the school floor and she was singing some awfully bad lyrics about protecting the environment, in order to live happy, colorful and healthy lives. Sometimes she would stop, annoyed and scream “Oh shut up, Addie, you’re such a bitch, of course you don’t want to protect the environment”. Everyone was laughing so hard and her confident smile slowly started to turn upside down. I had to do something about this, so I jumped next to her and placed a hot pink, cowboy hat on the top of my head as she almost dropped the ukulele, shocked. “What are you doing?”, she whispered on an aggressive tone. “Helping you. I want to protect the environment, unlike Addie”, I give the croud a wide smile before shouting some more awful lyrics. “But-but why?” “Because I love you, stupid”. She couldn’t help but blush and smile, shyly. I guess she loved me too.

Cancer: “My horoscope is terrible. Again”, she scoffed and let herself fall back on to the bed. I giggled and went to sit next to her, watching as she would bite her nails, bored. Every evening we would meet up at each other’s place and hang out for hours, doing nothing at all. That’s what friends do. “What does it make it so terrible?”, I asked, wanting to make conversation, not that I particularly cared or knew a lot about astrology. “It said that my romantic interest won’t confess. Anytime soon, actually. And I just hope and hope and hope. Every single day”, she turned to look at me and as soon as her eyes met mine, I saw how her pupils were dilating. A wave of adrenaline washed over my whole body, disappointment, frustration and even a little bit of jealousy and protectiveness piling over my trembling heart. Her romantic interest. I choked and pretended to laugh, just to hide away my shock. “Hah, what a loser. Someone better punch him to wake the hell out of him. So stupid”, I struggled to not blabber too much and was surprised when she got up to come closer to my body. “Hmm, not a bad idea”. After that, her fist hit my cheek with such a power it almost knocked me out of reality. “You really are a loser. And I am too, for loving you”

Leo: She was moving her head slowly, in the rythm of the song playing at the radio, humming slowly underneath her breath. The window was slightly cracked and the wind was blowing her hair out of her angelic face, reavealing some of the most beautiful features I have ever seen in my entire life. It was distracting to drive with her next to me, especially since she was this beautiful. “You know, most people aren’t this carefree when they find themselves in a police car, just after they were caught doing something illegal”, I say and she started to laugh almost immediately. “Most people are no fun. And clearly not me”, she brushed her hair with her slender fingers, turning her head towards me, with confidence. “Plus, I did nothing bad. It wasn’t me who stole those jewellery”, she added calmly. “We’ll see about that”, I mumble and she chuckles. “You haven’t really changed since middle school. Still the small control freak, hestiant and always looking forward to only do what’s fair and good”. I rolled my eyes annoyed. “Well, you haven’t quite changed either. Still the same crazy tornade with two functional legs”, she laughed extremely loud and this time, I didn’t hesitate to join her. It was nice to see her again, despite of the circumstances.

Virgo: She pushed the curtains of the dressing room open, to reveal her silhouette which was adorned with the most breathtakingly beautiful black dress I have ever seen. She leaned towards her friend to whisper something in her ear and then chuckled, turning her head in my direction. Once she noticed I was sitting there with my arms crossed over my chest, leaning against the wall, her smile dropped and mine grew wider. “Huh, bad boy is shopping for prom clothes with his girlfriend?”, she said on an ironic tone and I gave myself the permission to giggle. “Actually, your friend told me you would be here and I, the fashion master of the school, decided to join you two and give you a helping hand”. She rolled her eyes and took a step back, into the cabin of the dressing room. “I don’t need your help. I mean, have you seen your clothes? Awful, lol” she closed the curtains again, visibly mad. I just laughed and thought she is adorable.

Libra: “No, no, no”, she was whispering underneath her breath while swiping left on Tinder. I scratched my nose, trying to see who she was swiping right but it was quite hard because her fingers were moving extremely fast on the screen. “I’ll never understand why you are using this app”, I said and she giggled. “Because I’m TOO single. I want some spice in my life”. “And Tinder is the way to do that? They’re literally strangers to you”, I say on an aggressive tone but I don’t think she noticed that because she was still smiling. “Would rather make out with a stranger than with my ex”, she showed me her middle finger and continued to swipe. “Auch”, I roll my eyes, frustrated because I still liked her. A lot.

Scorpio: It was a friday night when we first met and now it’s a friday night when we lose ourselves into the essence of adventure. She climbed the stairs towards the roof of the building we got into after tricking the guards and giggled mischievously while sitting down on the cold, hard pavement. “We really did this, didn’t we?” I smiled back at her with enthusiasm. “Break into an exclusive building full of snobs after not paying for our taxi ride? I think we did, yeah”. She smirked and pulled me closer to her body, pointing the stars with her index finger. “I know it was reckless but...” she started but her smile suddenly vanished and now she only seemed to be vulnerable. I intertwined my fingers with hers, encouraging her to talk further. “But for the first time in my life I had enough courage to follow the map of my desires. I followed the stars. I trusted it would be fine”, she sighed before pushing herself away from me. Concerned, I tried to approach her but she held her hands up as a sign of warning to not make any more steps towards her. “And that’s why I can’t afford to stay close to you anymore. Because you are the only one who has the power to make me vulnerable. The only one I have true feelings for and I am not down to suffer because of love. Love isn’t for me. It never was.”

Sagittarius: She threw the ball far away, watching how her dog was running to desperately catch it. “Nice throw”, I say while taking off the collar around my dog’s neck. She smiled sweetly and turned to analyse my foreign presence. “I used to play baseball with the boys when I was younger”, she shrugged. A chuckle left my throat as I watched how both of our dogs started to run together around the park. “So you’re a sports girl, huh?” I looked in her big, beautiful eyes. She was stunning. But she was a stranger. Yet, there was something so warm and welcoming about her. “Not to brag but let’s say that if you would challenge me to play any kind of sport, I would beat the hell out of you, stranger”, we laughed together and never in my life I wanted to lose at a sport more than now.

Capricorn: The shop was quiet and empty. Her arms were crossed over the desk, the classic green uniform of the cashier hanging loose on her shoulders. “Ok so I have an idea”, she mumbled, writing something down on her notebook. “Yeah, me too. You quit this job and search for another one”, I roll my eyes in sync with her. “It’s not that simple. Where would I go after that? What kind of job would hire me as a part time worker and also pay me enough money so I can still go to college?” A sigh left my lips in frustration. She was right about that. “So, what was the idea?”, she clapped her hands excitedly. “I take a second job at the theatre”. The world stopped for a slight second but then I got up from my chair and started shaking my head, completely disagreeing with her idea. “It’s going to be too much. No. You’re coming with me and that’s final”. She rose her eyebrow, confused. I started to explain how my family had a successful business and that they’re hiring new people. I work there too. She said she can’t accept this but at my insistations, she finally asked “Why do you want to help me so badly?” “You don’t even know how much you mean to me.”

Aquarius: I watched her as she was brushing her soft hair, with such gentle moves you could swear she was dancing in the rythm of the storm outside the window. She looked calm this time. Like nothing could bother her because she was surrounded by peace and beauty. At least until something DID actually bother her. On the nightstand next to her, her phone started to ring. She immediately threw away the brush and picked up the phone, whispering something into it that I couldn’t possibly understand. She looked angry, however. “Who was that?”, I asked as her eyes lifted to meet mine. “No one”, she answered confidently. I lifted a brow and she sighed, unlocking her phone to show me the screen. In big, black,bold letters there was written “No one” under a telephone number that I couldn’t recognise. I was shocked. “Then how did you added me to your contact list?”, I couldn’t help my curiosity. “None of your business”. And literally, she added me under that name. After that, we found ourselves laughing so hard on the hardwood floor until God knows when. She’s a genius and that’s when I realised how much I could possibly love her.

Pisces: “Get out of my way”, she yelled with her small fists clenched. I shook my head and tried to touch her arm but she screamed again and took a step back, falling on the bed with hot tears running down her cheeks. It broke my heart to see her like this. But it was all my fault. I carefully sat down next to her and, to my astonishment, she gave me the permission to touch her shoulder, in a comforting manner. “Please, listen to me”, I whispered, feeling how tears are starting to sting my eyes as well. “I’m done listening to you”, her beautiful eyes met mine, red because of how much she has been crying. I could see her suffering crystal clear. I’m such an idiot. “I love you so much and I always will but this time is different. This time, despite my feelings for you, I will leave and I will be happy. Without you. I am capable of moving forward. Alone. I am strong, ok? Regardless of what you think of me”, she suddenly cupped my face with her small hands and gave me a long, passionate kiss before getting up and running out the door. That’s the last time I saw her and I think about that moment every single day of my life. I hope she does too, because I can’t forget her.

[demonictransformation]

genya x reader

Trigger warning: injuries, tiny blood mention, swearing, reader is a crybaby lol

At that moment, the Butterfly Estate seemed to be huge. The door took forever to open, and the dimly lit corridors felt never ending. I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts; my heart was way too loud, beating so wildly against my chest it felt like my ribs could snap at any moment.

“Genya, Genya.” All I could do was whisper his name like a chant as Aoi opened the door to the infirmary with a serious look on her young face. Sure enough, there he was; laying down on a bed that seemed a little too small for his frame, his body covered in sweat, fists tightly clenched. He turned to face me when I walked through the door, my face immediately dropping. He looked like he was in pain.

“Genya.” I cried again, hurrying to his side. My hand found its way to his sweat soaked hair, which I carefully moved away from his face. He must’ve been feeling seriously sick, allowing me to touch him like that; at any other time, I would’ve probably been slapped away. He remained quiet, no longer looking at me.

“I was so worried about you! One moment you were fighting next to me and the next thing I know, you’re going berserk like that!”

Aoi left a pot filled with cold water and a cloth on the bedside table next to me before exiting the room, knowing I’d take care of him without skipping a beat. I rapidly wetted the cloth, wringed and folded it before placing it on his forehead.

“Th-they say you tried to eat one of them.” I murmured. It was true, I had seen it with my own two eyes. But I refused to believe he’d do something like that, no matter how hard things were. I had fainted no more than five minutes later, when the water and bug Pillars arrived to help us with a particularly aggressive demon that had been terrorizing a small rural town.

“…I just wanted to get stronger.” He finally broke the silence. Tears filled my eyes again at his confession. I was so scared for him; not only had we taken a serious ass beating, but he had consumed part of a demon and, according to what I was told after waking up at Oyakata sama’s estate, he had momentarily acquired abilities similar to those of a monster. I had seen it for a second, his black eyes, sharp fangs and crazed expression, like he was out of himself.    

“But you’re so strong already…”

“Just what are you talking about?!” He interrupted me, raising his voice loud enough to be heard all around the estate. “I cant even use any breath, and I’m such a shitty  swordsman I have to relay on a stupid gun! How the fuck am I supposed to become a Pillar like this?!”

“M-maybe you don’t need to become a pillar.” I mumbled. If looks could kill, the one Genya shot me at that time would’ve sent me flying over the Sanzu River. His bloodshot eyes sent a shiver down my spine; I had never seen him so angry before, not even during the countless missions we’d taken together.

“I don’t need to become a Pillar?” He asked bitterly. “I’m never going to be accepted by my brother if I don’t! Of course I don’t expect you to understand how I feel though, Miss (preferred breath style).”

His words hurt me like knives; deep down I knew it wasn’t really him talking, his emotions were taking over him, thoughts of anger, self depreciation and guilt taking its tall on the scarred demon slayer. But damn did it hurt to hear such things coming from the person I loved the most.

“Tell me then! I’m just trying to help!” I realized I was starting to get angry too.

“You wanna help? Just stop pretending like you care about me, damn it.” He spat, taking the cloth away from his forehead and throwing it against the wooden floor with so much strength for a moment I feared he’d break it.

“Why are you being so mean? Would I be here if I didn’t care, Genya?”

His lower lip trembled for a moment, but his furious expression didn’t change.

“Quit acting like you fucking know me. You don’t know shit”

“Just stop being an asshole and admit you made a mistake!” I yelled before I could control myself. “I know you’re in pain! I know you’re suffering and scared! But you don’t have to go through that alone! Why can���t you see how much I love you?!” I sobbed, covering my face with my hands.

“(Y/n) …” He whispered.

A moment after that, a pair of strong arms was wrapped around my body. His hand, callous yet gentle, caressed my head as I hid my face in the crook of his neck, my shoulders shaking as I cried.

“I was terrified, I thought they had turned you into one of them.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He kept repeating as he held me tightly against his body.

“Even if you are special and can absorb them like that, do you have any idea of what that could do to your body?”

“… I wanted to protect you.”

I looked up to meet his eyes; he was blushing. I pressed my forehead against his, closing my eyes.

“Don’t put yourself at risk for me, dummy.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He barked. “I was kind of freaking out, okay?”

“Thank you” I chuckled, my tears long forgotten by this point. “Maybe when your body gets better… we can go see Oyakata sama, tell him about your new skill. I’m sure it’ll be of great use for him.”

“Really?”

“Of course, I’ve never seen anything like that before. Definitely a skill for a pillar” I opened my eyes and smiled at his surprised face. I brought my hand up to his face and rubbed the dry blood off the corner of his mouth. “C’mon now, get back to bed. Aoi will kill me if she finds out I let you up.”

He laid down again, dragging me with him. The bed, that was already small for him, felt tiny for both of us. Our bodies were entwined in a mess of sheets and limbs, my head resting on his chest as his arms still enveloped my form. After a couple minutes of comfortable silence, Genya called my name.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“… I love you too.”

“Thank you, my Pillar.”

He reached down to kiss my forehead delicately, and my hand looked for his in the dark. He quickly locked his fingers with mine. I ended up falling asleep surrounded by his warmth, feeling his chest go up and down with every breath he took, and his heartbeat matching mine.Needless to say, Aoi wasn’t happy when she found us the next morning.

Author’s note: hey hey hey! Candy here again! What do you guys think about my first drabble? Of course it was going to be an angsty Genya one. Just a lil comment tho, I don’t really know much about the situation in which Genya found out about his ability, so I kinda just made some stuff up lol. Also, I feel like he’s a bit ooc here oops. Requests are open so hmu!

[thorscock-y]

First time: A Derek Hale imagine

Request: Can you do an imagine where Derek takes your first time but you guys aren’t together, he just wants to take it away? And also can you use my name? 

Warning: Smut, Oral, female receiving, NSFW 18+, Dominant Derek

A/N: Derek is such a dad, omg I rewrote this in so many ways but finally decided on one of my least favorite ideas lol. Anyway this goes for Rose, hope you like! 

“Are you sure it’s no trouble?” I asked for maybe, the tenth time since I’ve sat down in his car. Derek’s kind offer had me feeling exultant but at the same time this small part in the back of my mind,felt antsy. Scott and the pack had to take off, due to some confidential case that wasn’t up for discussion. Well not up for discussion for me of course. For everyone else it seemed like an option. For me, nothing is up for debate. Being Scott’s little sister had it’s redeeming qualities. Sort of.......

“Rose, it’s fine. Seriously, you can stop asking.” His tone was stone cold, making me want to shrink into the leather seat. I wasn’t surprised. Derek was usually very sullen, especially with me. That’s why I was so surprised that he said yes into taking care of me. Maybe that’s why I’m so nervous right now. Of course it is, dummy! He’s never taken an interest in you whatsoever so why now? I pushed away the thought and looked out the window trying to evaporate my subconscious. 

Derek’s car was warm, the leather seats were the only thing that had the back of my thighs gelid. To warm myself up I tried to get some friction going by rubbing my thighs together. My results were inconclusive. 

“Cold?” Derek’s voice seemed to soften from his last choice of words. That was unexpected. I’m so shocked by this new tone, that I don’t respond right away. When it’s quiet for more then thirty seconds, I speak. 

“Uh,” My voice is shallow, so I clear my throat and speak up. “Uh, yeah. Just a little.” 

He stops the car. I get this uneasy feeling but then look up to see we’re just at a red light. Take it easy, girl! He takes off his seat belt. I watch him with curious eyes. He looks over at me, before taking off his black leather jacket. My mind just wrapped around the concept that everything of his is black. His hair, his clothes, his car, his jacket, his personality, shall I go on? Oh come on admit it, you like that about him. No, I don’t. Stop it. 

I go back to watching him. He hands his jacket to me.I take it, then hold it in my lap. Should I put it on? I mean it would look odd if I wrapped it around my freezing thighs. I suddenly despise my body for reacting to this freezing passenger seat. Nevertheless, I put the jacket on my arms. 

“Er, thanks.” I mutter. 

The smell of his cologne pervades my nostrils. I inhale his scent silently. It smells heavenly. Holy fuck. Mmm. No, no, I can’t want him like this. Why am I all of a sudden thinking of him in this way? He had this effect on me, and I had only been about five minutes alone with him. What the hell? Ugh. 

I won’t lie there is always been this nasty thought in the back of my mind about Derek but tonight was not the night to act upon it. 

Soon enough we arrive to his place. It’s dark outside, the moon is a crescent. While getting out of the car, I look up at it hoping Scott and the rest are okay. With all the danger going on in beacon hills, I all of a sudden realized why they had wanted Derek to watch over me. I hope my mother is safe as well. Even though the hospital is a danger to magnet, all I can do is wish for the best. 

We walk inside his loft. It’s warm in here as well, and it’s filled with his smell. I’m going to have to get used to his masculine aroma if I’m going to stay here for tonight. But there is something I do know. This smell is something I’ll never be able to get rid of. It’s so..........balmy. 

“Let me show you to where you’ll be sleeping.” He says, not looking at me. Was he as uncomfortable as I was? Or was that him just being his usual malignant self? His cold shoulder actions didn’t distract me from being mousy. 

My legs were shaking as I followed him. We stopped at this door. He opened it and in he went. I went inside behind him to get a look of my chamber tonight. It was an average sized room with a small bed with white sheets. It was very neat. The room was barren though, proving no one has previously been in it. Or if they have they left it immensely tidy. 

“Cozy,” I said, my voice timid. I walked over to the bed and set my bag down. “Is this a guest room?” Of course it’s a guest room. What a dumb question. I just didn’t know what to say. 

He looked around the room and shrugged. “Uh yeah, I guess. Let me show you where the bathroom is.” 

The bathroom where he showers. Hmm. I lick my dry lips and follow him. He shows me where the bathroom is. In there, is an assortment of men soaps, cologne, and whatnot. I tried to ignore how bad this had an effect on me. My lady parts were jumping up in exhilaration , while clapping. No, no, this is not what the purpose of me sleeping here is about. 

What was he doing to me?

“Sorry, I don’t have anything other than my soaps to clean with. It wont be hell to smell like me will it?” 

He didn’t allow me to answer as he walked around me. I bit my lip. I would love to smell like Derek Hale. Thinking about his intoxicating scent surrounding me had my mind wanting to go into an erotic daydream. 

I looked at all the soaps that read "The Belveder Men’s Soap” I imagined Derek walking down the aisles at the store while buying suds. I giggled at the image for no apparent reason then walked out of the bathroom. 

Derek was in the kitchen, at the island looking down at something. I felt awkward and out of place in his home. 

“I’m just going to take a shower.” I said.

He glanced up at me with quick eyes then looked back down at whatever he was looking at. Okay then. It was evident he didn’t care. I walked into the guest room then got naked, trying to ignore the tinging down on my little friend. I set out my bed clothes I had brought which was only a big t-shirt. I always went to bed naked but I thought it would be more appropriate to at least put some clothes on because I wouldn't be in my own bed. I would be under the same roof with a man whom I barely knew. A man who barely said a word to me at pack meetings, or barely said a word to me anywhere. 

When I get in the shower, it’s warm and soothing. I try not to get my hair wet, knowing I don’t have a dryer to dry my hair with. I grab the container of soap that was sitting on the ledge. It was halfway empty. I squirted some on my hand then rubbed it all over my body. I do a deep clean and I think I take too much than I needed. Oops. Yes, that was definitely an ‘accident’. I hope Derek won’t notice and get too mad. 

I hop out of the shower. It’s steamy, and hot. I didn’t have a towel to dry myself with. On the rack was a towel but I knew it was his. It would be impolite of me to just use it without his permission. I didn’t want to ask though. I was to embarrassed and shy. I opened the door and peaked out to see no sign of him. I could dash across the hallway and make it without him seeing me. 

I steel myself and go along with my plan. When I’m in the guest room, I smile in my triumph, but also feel a rush. My heart is beating. The thought of him almost seeing me naked had me feeling naughty. 

I put on my panties along with my over sized t-shirt then crawl into the bed. It’s not as comfortable as my own bed but I could make due for now. The bed didn’t smell like him. I frowned at this. I smelled my arm so I could smell him. Wasn’t his jacket still in here? He forgot to take it back. 

I sat up in the bed. In the dark, I couldn’t really see a thing so I stood up and turned on the light. It was lying on the edge of the bed. I picked it up then walke out of the room. I didn’t know where Derek’s room was. I walked down the short hallway to the last door to the left. It was the only other room besides the bathroom so this had to be it. 

I knocked three knocks then backed up from the door. That anxious feeling came back, and all of a sudden I was kind of scared to see him again. Would he be annoyed that I was coming to his room? He was most likely tired, and I felt like he didn’t even want me here. Yes, he offered to watch me and protect me, yet I felt like a burden. 

He yanked open the door with an exasperated look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed. He looked upset but then again he looked so.........hot. Fuck. He was shirtless, with only some shorts. They were below his waistband. 

“Um, I, your,” Crap, I’m stuttering. “Here’s your jacket, I forgot to give it back. Thanks by the way.” I hand it to him. 

I’m fighting not to look down at his amazing pack. Mmm. 

He takes the jacket away from me with an enigmatic look. 

“Get some sleep Rose.” He says in such a demanding voice. 

“I’m not tired.” I reply lowly but honestly. “I can’t sleep.” 

“Try to sleep.” 

I don’t want to sleep. But I follow his command. 

“Okay, goodnight Derek.” 

I walk away before he says anything. 

2 hours later. 

My eyes just didn’t want to do their job and close and not open for another eight hours. They actually wanted to do the complete opposite. I was worried about my mother and my brother. They were both out risking their lives for the protection of the town.

I felt useless and down. You never see me getting up and helping but that’s because I’m human and weak. Trust me, I wanted to turn. I wanted to be of some help. Scott wouldn’t allow it. At all costs, I was always protected. Like a damsel in distress. It was annoying, though I knew Scott cared for me. That’s why I loved him so much. And the rest of my friends. Gosh, I hope they make it through this trip. 

I didn’t want to worry about this right now. I wanted to sleep this off then wake up in the morning to find out that they are alive and well. 

I got out of bed then walked out of the bedroom. I wonder if Derek has any milk. Milk is my go to drink for when I can’t sleep. Milk and ice cream that is. Nothing couldn’t be fixed without some ice cream, and a romance movie with a happy ending. That’s how my lonely nights usually ended. 

It was ill-mannered of me to just go rummaging through his refrigerator but he was probably sleeping by now. He seemed tired and in plus this was for a good cause. I couldn’t sleep. 

Sadly, his refrigerator didn’t contain ice cream but it did have milk. I poured myself a glass of milk then leaned against the counter while taking sips. The milk tasted sweet and creamy. Oh it was strawberry milk. I guess I didn’t care enough to read the label. Oh well, milk is milk. It tasted divine to me, either way. 

“Go on, help yourself.” I whipped around to see Derek standing there with his hands on his hips. The moonlight from the balcony is shining on him. He startled me and my heart is beating very fast, my hands are shaky. “It’s not like you should have to ask.” 

I all of a sudden feel like the worst guest ever. 

“Sorry, you’re right I should’ve asked. That’s horrible on my part.” Derek was only in some black Calvin Klein boxers. Holy fuck. My vagina has a heartbeat now. 

“I thought I told you to sleep, hmm.” He slowly walks over to me. 

My blood is hot, I’m nervous. What is he doing? 

“I wasn’t tired, I should've went to bed. “ My voice is apologizing, though I don’t know why I feel the need to apologize. 

He takes the cup out of my hand then sets it on the counter. His body is so close to mine. He’s taller than me though. The very top of my head reaches his chin so lips are at his chest. I gulp and look up at him in the dark. My heart is palpitating. 

“Let me make you tired,” He puts his hands so he’s cradling my cheeks. A current of electricity runs through me and my body jolts. He’s touching me. Derek Hale is touching me. All my strict yelling at myself that this is not what was going to happen tonight is happening. Oh my gosh. “Hmm?” 

I don’t know what to say, I’m at lost for words. He leans down and I feel the pressure of his lips against mine. I haven’t been kissed in so long that I am suddenly shy. I do not know how to kiss. 

His lips are demanding, but slow. The muscles inside of me clench and I can feel myself getting excited everywhere. 

He pulls away. 

“Do you not want to kiss me?” I can tell he’s confused. 

“I do it’s just that,” I’m so embarrassed to admit this but I don’t want him to think that I don’t want him. “I don’t know how to kiss.” 

I look down, avoiding his eyes. My cheeks are flaming hot, I know they’re red. It’s a good thing it’s dark. He pulls me up by my chin so I’m forced to look at him. 

“It’s okay baby, just move your lips with mine.” His words are comforting but I’m still nervous as ever. His lips are back on top of mine and somewhere inside of me I’m bold enough to kiss back. He’s delighted at this action and I’m turned on to know that it’s me that’s delighting him. 

I want to touch him. I move my hands to his biceps to feel that they hard. He’s very muscular. I wonder what else is hard. I’m eager to find out. He pulls away from me, but this time my bottom lip his between his teeth. It’s so hot. Everything in this moment is hot. 

His lips explore my neck. I’ve never been kissed on the neck. It feels amazing. A soft moan escapes my mouth. I put one hand into his hair while the other his on his shoulder. 

I feel his hand under my shirt, and the shyness creeps up on me but it’s not enough for me to deny the great pleasure he’s bringing me. I don’t want to stop him. His fingers brush lightly against the area under my breasts then he leads a trail of fire all the way down to the base of my panties. I’m scared. My heart is beating rapidly. 

No, don’t you dare stop it now, don’t you dare ruin this experience!

He kissed the corner of my mouth, then backed up to pull my shirt over my head. I let him. I was immediately conscious. No guy had ever seen my boobs. No guy has even got this far with me. Derek stayed backed up, he seemed to be examining me.His eyes, going over each hardened nipple, then down to my vagina. He probably thought I wasn’t pretty enough. Great. 

“It’s such a privilege to even look at you.” he muttered. What did he just say? A privilege? To look at me? I was certain he was messing with me. But with how serious and sincere his words sounded, he couldn’t be joking. “Let alone even touch you.” 

His hands found their to my waist and pulled me to him with such force. We kissed for a little bit before I felt his hands behind the back of my thighs. He lifted me up with no problem. I wrapped my hands around his neck, continuing to kiss him. If someone told me that I would be kissing Derek Hale someday I wouldn’t believe them. 

He’s walking somewhere, I don’t care to look. His lips feel to good on mine for me to break away. We were in his room when he set me down on the bed. Should I lay down? I didn’t know what to do. My skin is burning and I’m flushed. 

I’m at the edge of the bed, with my short legs dangling over the mattress. He kisses my jaw, my neck, and then above my breast. Each kiss has my body singing in enchant. I feel his tongue on my sensitive nipple. They harden even more. I’m so wet. 

His other hand gives attention to my other nipple by rubbing it with his thumb. My libido grows by the second. I’ve never felt this before. I’m wiggling under him. This just feels too good. 

“Keep still,” he murmurs gently. I can’t, but I try anyway. The churning inside my stomach was more than I can contain. 

He’s sucking one one of my nipples while rubbing the other. I moan feeling the sweetest sensation that was going all the way down to my vagina. He moves to my other nipple, doing the process all over again. I feel like I’m going to convulse by just this action. 

Derek’s kisses further until he’s above my pantie line. I’m shaking with each and every one he leaves. I stiffen. Down there is a place where no one but me has ever looked. What if he thought it wasn’t pretty? I would hear guys at school talk about how so and so’s vagina was distasteful but they would pretend they liked it just to be nice. In the end they never wanted to mess with her anymore. Would Derek do the same? Also what if it didn’t smell good. Oh no!

I bulk my legs together. Through the dark, I see him look up at me.

“You okay?” His voice is soft. 

“Yes, I just, I’m nervous.” I reply sheepishly. This is the second time I’ve stopped him. I’m the worst. 

“It’s okay baby,” he rubs my thighs trying to calm me down. He then comes back up to me, so I feel his face against mine and he’s kissing me. His forehead moves against mine. His kiss is rough and wanting. Oh my. He wants this. He wants me. I want him too. I was just too shy and self conscious. “Your skin is so soft.” He says through kisses. He’s still rubbing my thighs. “I want you.” He whispers. 

I moan against his lips. I want you too. 

“I’m just going to kiss here, k?” He kisses my navel. I jerk forward. “And here.” He goes lower. “And here.” He’s right there. 

I can’t fight it anymore, my nerves are practically screaming at me to just let him. So I do. My legs open by just a fraction. He takes that as his chance. He licks over my baby blue lace underwear. I’m suddenly grateful for packing my best looking panties. 

He pushes my legs apart, completely taking control. I liked it. He moved his nose around my clit which was soaking. I hear him inhale my scent. I’m so scared. I don’t know how I smell. Isn’t sex a nasty smell? 

“You smell so fucking good princess,” he growled. I knew he wasn’t lying by the look of pleasure on his face. I calm down and relax, knowing that it’s okay to let him in. He moves his hands and hooks his fingers under the band of my panties then pulls them down over my legs so now I am completely naked.

He stands up and positions me so my head is on the pillows and the rest of my body is just exposed. He crawls in between my legs then ducks his head down to my vagina. I feel him lick and I lift my back up from the bed. His hand comes up and cups my breast. I let my back fall. 

His tongue swirls round and round my clit keeping a pleasuring pain to occur. My stomach is full of butterflies, my breath is uneven. He kisses it before his whole mouth is just everywhere down there. He pushes my leg as far apart as he could, not wanting to miss anywhere. I feel a tight knot beginning to form in my stomach. 

My gosh, this is all so exhilarating. In this moment, Derek is sending me into a world I’ve never entered. I want to stay here with him forever. My moans come more as my body let’s go on him. He kisses my sex a couple times more before moving back up to my face. 

I’m panting. My first time receiving oral and it felt amazing. He leans down, kissing me in a sweet kiss. I can taste what he previously was just eating. Me. I do taste good. I can now understand why he did it for so long. It tasted of.............vanilla. I tasted like that? I was stunned. 

He pulls away from me to sit up on his knees. I watch him. His penetrating eyes don’t look away from me as he takes off his boxers. Woah. It’s so big, and thick. I’ve never seen one before. I gulp and try to wrap my mind around that that is going to be inside of me. 

I look back into his eyes. He leaned back down, his body level with mine.That anxious feeling became inside of me again. At the same I was ready. His arms supported off of me while he adjusted himself down there. He rubbed his cock against my soaking folds. It was the most pleasurable torture ever. 

Very slowly he enters me. It hurts. I gasp and sit up. Derek brings his lips to mine to calm me down, and he hushes my silent screams. His thrusts are slow, he’s being gentle. I become accustomed to the alien feeling and move my hips along with his. He picks up speed, my head in between his hands, our lips rubbing against each others. 

I feel amazing, this feels perfects, I love it. I don’t want him to stop. I’m moaning as he rips through my virginity. He pounds in and out, in and out. Sweat becomes on the both of us and it gets steamy. The moment is intense, heated, impassioned. It feels to good to be real. 

“Oh you feel so perfect around me.” He says huskily, then has my bottom lip between his teeth again. I loved it. 

My body begins to stiffen, my legs are shaking. There is this build up in my stomach that is the most painful pleasure I have ever felt. 

“Cum for me, beautiful.” He says breathlessly. I let go on his words, my climax ripping through me as I explode around him then fall into pieces underneath him. 

Even though it is over I am still panting, my heart is beating out of my chest and my desire for him didn’t seem to lessen not one bit. I want more. I want to do it again. I’m sure it’s just my raging hormones talking but I’m not sure. I am sure that I want to do it again, just not right away. I wanted it with Derek. 

He came a minute after me, grunting at his peak. His forehead leans against mine, our breaths ragged. He’s still inside of me. Before he pulls out of me he kisses my lips. He lays down next to me then pulls me so I am cuddled up into a chest. He feels like a blanket over me. 

I want to say something to him about the event that just took place but my eye lids hush my wants and slowly close, the last thing felt is complete contentment. 

~

Author- Hey guys I’m planning on making a part 2. I just wasn’t sure if I should add it in here or if that wold be too much to read. Welp, hope you enjoyed my joke of a smut. 

[anisivarmart]

Why aren't you watching the rest of the season?

Mm I just don’t think I’m capable of stomaching the Serum Bowl. Its been 2 ½ years since it happened and I’ve still never seen Bert’s final panels in the manga, not very excited to see that animated lol

As stoked as I am to see it all in action, I just don’t think that I can enjoy it knowing that it will eventually get to that point. I can’t say I am definitely not going to watch it but I am also not going to indulge in the way I would have in the past.

Last year I took a few break from the series here and there when I realized that it just wasn’t doing good things to me mentally, and it just wasn’t worth sticking around it.. Udo and Zofia’s death came literally the day before my birthday and then the whole Hisu pregnancy controversy got out of hand. I realized that part of the reason that I wasn’t enjoying the series aside from everyone dying, kids being hit in the head with bottles, dummies beating up their besties or lesbians getting pregnant was that I was lingering too long and too much over all of the bad things that happened.. I chose to set boundaries for myself and decided that if I wanted to get to the end of this damn manga, I needed to enjoy it on my own terms.

TL;DR: I want to enjoy this series, despite knowing that everyone is probably going to die, to its end. I have a lot of thanks to owe to it, I’ve created so many memories and have made amazing friends still love you guys because of it and I don’t want to ruin it when we’re already so close to the final chapters. I’m taking everything month by month, just looking at whats to come, not whats in the past and I don’t want the anime to ruin it for me.

ps: my logic probably doesn’t make sense and I went into way too much detail so im sorry lol

[healinggg]

Muse to become who?

Infatuated with fine men that are simple but also love the finer things.

I close my eyes and I imagine him. Music beating through my earphones, pen in my hand.. poetry ready to ooze from my being.

His eyes are bright, filled with a light that overpowers that glimpse of night that twinkles in spite. His skin, clear as the morning skies; with a goatee that hide what stands behind

I’ve watched as his smile gave Chills the signal to run up and down my spine. My lips ache to be combined in a fleshly nature but this isn’t my flesh’s yearning, this feels more like a warning, because I know what my soul beholds; and his, it drips with just as much gold

So before I move forward must I dress myself in the whole amor? Guarding my loins because here in this very place I know that by my enemy I am wanted and not by him will I let myself be taunted. I can not let him enter, interrupting my inner peace, one of the very things I fight to hold onto that keeps My God pleased, so ✌🏽

What is this I see because I’m far from the chick that falls so easily. But in my heart it seems you’ve placed him to take care of my garden. Breaking down and pulling up weeds that took years to plant within me.

Asking for years Lord when shall you send such man you promised to me. I wasn’t ready when you pointed your finger so I looked up to you and laughed like “who me?” Hysterically at what I sought out to be a joke..... “stop playing, there’s no way this can become a we”. “Am I worthy of such human so similar to me? The pains with very little gains, misunderstood looking for just one to understand. Abandonedment issues covering us whole but still from the concrete grew some roses.”

Who am I kidding, my adversary tells me. The two I shall never let you be. I will place doubt in between and instill in him that he doesn’t deserve such Queen. And his eyes shall never see you, true, and all the beauty your God has placed in and on you.

Lol. This nigga. Misery loves company, however it’s just you. So I know you want his soul and that gold I mentioned he also beholds but that mission’s ah dummy. You know my God as well as I do, which is why you fight harder then Kung fu. Shaking my head I know this shit has got too suck for you......

[drawbauchery]

Is This Fine?

(written by kingredeaded)

I hope you enjoy this my dear Shadow :) I know I will! Amedot for all to enjoy!!! ——— 

Amethyst continued keeping herself under control as she drove down the road in front of her. She let Garnet pick out her dress and decided to keep her sneakers for the sake of being somewhat comfortable for her date. Amethyst had just picked up Peridot who was smiling and starring out at the view they were passing by. Wearing a yellow dress with a green trim made Amethyst stare in awe at her date.

So what if they had been friends for a long time? Have YOU ever seen your friend look this beautiful? Have YOU ever wanted to hold their hand and never let go? Well you’re not Amethyst and tonight, Amethyst begged the stars that Peridot wouldn’t be weirded out by her or her habits.

“So!” Peridot began looking over at Amethyst with a smirk. “Have you beaten Breath of The Wild yet?”

“Nope, still stuck on a dungeon sadly.” Peridot gasped! “I think I know where to go though, just gotta get back to it!”

“Good! Text me if you ever get stuck again.” Amethyst loved this. Even if she was stressed about impressing Peridot, she could still find a way to talk to her even if it was only about video games. “I’ve been revisiting some old stuff whenever I’m not swamped with work.”

“You beat Sonic yet?” Peridot pouted at the teasing but shoved Amethyst playfully anyway. “You hungry yet P-Dot?” The blonde nodded happily as Amethyst pulled into the parking lot. Quickly the white haired woman dashed over to open Peridot’s door and helping her out. Both women shared an embarassed blush.

“You don’t have to be a gentleman Amethyst. We’re best friends after all.” A sharp chill went up Amethyst’s spine at the word ‘friends’ but she was able to push past it.

“Can’t help it sometimes.” Peridot giggled and linked their hands together walking into the restaurant and sitting down ready to order. Peridot had settled for some kind of pasta Amethyst never heard of as she simply order Spaghetti. “So, work been busy?”

“Not as much as it used to be. Although my boss could use more staff seeing as I’m usually stuck with all the extra work.” Peridot mumbled taking a sip of water. “How about you? The kids still being a pain at the boardwalk?”

“Kids will be kids you know?” Peridot nodded returning her gaze to the table cloth making the white haired girl nervous once more. Running through different topics in her mind she was saved as Peridot excused herself to the restroom. Amethyst dropped her head in her hands, it was just her best friend why couldn’t she keep up a conversation? So what if she was in love with her best friend? So what if she just wanted to hold her hand and never let go? Was there anything wrong with being this nervous?

“Yo.” Amethyst jumped slightly but eased back down as she saw her older sister Jasper smiling down at her holding their orders. “What happened to all that boasting you were doing earlier short stack?”

“Shut up, I’m just nervous is all.”

“I’d be too, did you watch her walk away? I’d love to have my hands on that-”

“Jasper!” The older woman chuckled before ruffling her sister’s hair.

“Be yourself dummy. She loves her friends so what better way to win her heart than being her friend?” Amethyst looked at Jasper as if she were bring mind controlled. “Whatever shrimp, enjoy your meal.” As Jasper left she shot at wink at Peridot earning a look of curiosity from the blonde.

“Do you know my old roommate?”

“That’s my older sister.” Amethyst mumbled earning a dropped jaw from Peridot.

“No way! You’re related to those muscles over there?” Amethyst blushed a bit feeling jealousy begin to appear.

“Don’t sound too upset now Peri.” Peridot ignored the sass by quickly grabbing her silverware.

“I just know how she gets is all. Just surprised she had siblings.” 

Amethyst whispered an apology and the two ate their meals in silence. The next stop was the arcade where the two women could compete or win stuffed animal prizes for one another. Come an hour into the arcade Peridot had already taken a good amount of photos of the date showing off her amazing abilities at the light gun games, along with Amethyst’s abilities to win stuffed animals. What started off as a worrisome moment of silence ended with a blast of loud fun and laughter shared by two friends.

Amethyst had taken Peridot back to the car and looked out to the restuarant where Jasper waved her goodbye. On the way home Amethyst started to worry once more as Peridot surfed the web on her phone as she clutched a stuffed bear to her chest. She had this moment to bear her feelings, to ask what the blonde would prefer of her, to find out if she was good enough.

“Hey Per?” Peridot hummed in acknowledgement making Amethyst shiver in fright at having been a terrible date. Swallowing her pride she bit back her fright and blurted it out: “Is this fine?…” Peridot put her phone away turning to look at her date in bewilderment.

“Is what fine?” Amethyst gulped again and held the wheel tighter.

“Is THIS fine? You know, going on dates with me, holding hands, spending time alone?” Amethyst whispered blushing brightly as Peridot gasped slightly looking at her lap.

“Do you think I had a bad time?”

“I just-… I just don’t want you to think lowly of me. I uhh… I really really like you Peridot. I know we’re best friends and I know we act goofy all the time but.” Amethyst took a shaky breath as Peridot drew her gaze towards the terrified driver.

“I would really like to turn our friendship into something more.” Peridot’s eyes widen for a moment before she returned her gaze to staring forward. “I-I would understand if you ummm… if you don’t see us that way but, I just needed to express myself.” Peridot shrunk as Amethyst began to put on a facade as she sniffed back her worries and fright.

“Amethyst.” Peridot began slowly placing one hand on the driver’s thigh. “I really had a good time tonight, honestly.” Amethyst visably cringed at the incoming 'but’ headed her way. “I love what we have and how you’re so much fun and enjoyable to be around.” Amethyst stayed quiet and swallowed back her potential tears. “But even if I were to say yes, will you promise to clean your room?”

Amethyst’s heart stopped for a moment before parking in Peridot’s drive way and looking into her eyes confused.

“I can’t date a woman who can’t keep her room tidy every once in a while.” The blonde smirked and leaned over kissing Amethyst’s now bright red face. “I’m up for becoming more Ames. Just promise you’ll clean your room tomorrow and call me over so we can cuddle all night.” Amethyst nodded like a fool as Peridot exited the car and headed to her front door. Amethyst watched her now girlfriend turn around and blow her a kiss before entering her home and calling out to her roommate.

Oh yeah she did it. Amethyst got what she needed and you can bet she was screaming her head off with joy as she burnt rubber headed back home to tell Pearl and Garnet everything! ——–

That was my very first Amedot fic. I hope you enjoyed it and please feel free to demand fluff from me, I love writing this trust me lol.

-Ed aka KingREDEADED

[iwillbeinmynest]

An Owed Debt - Bucky x May(oc) Chapter 2

Author’s notes: Well enough of you seemed to like it that I guess this is a thing. lol  :) Thank you to those of you who sent me some encouragement on this!

Notes/Warnings: Mentions of death and dead parents, Use of knives and guns.

”There’s no food in here!”

 May’s annoyed voice woke Bucky from his nap and he grumbled. Why? Why won’t anyone let him sleep? He checked the clock again. 9:46 am. Ugh. Bucky struggled to untangle himself from his sheet and he huffed as he finally got out of bed.

  He shuffled into the kitchen and leaned against the door frame with crossed arms. “There’s plenty of food here.” He grumbled. This had to be the worst idea Steve has ever had.

 “Ramen noodle and a few plums don’t exactly equivalent a healthy meal.” She sassed from her spot on the other side of the room.

 The tension between them matched that of the moment before the fight at the OK Corral.

 “I’ll go do some shopping.” May finally broke and brushed past him to grab her shoes form her room.

 “No. I can do it.” Bucky huffed, feeling obligated as the oldest person in the house. “Just tell me what you want.”

 “No, seriously,” She said as she reappeared from her room. Her shoes were on and she had her purse slung over her shoulder. “I’m have to get out of here for a while anyways, I might as well go. Besides, I can’t listen to you talk to yourself any more.”

 Bucky’s head jerked to the side. What was she talking about? He was in his room sleeping. Did he talk in his sleep? Bucky dismissed her comment and grabbed his wallet from the counter. “Well, here,” He handed her some cash. “At least let me give you some money.”

 She grabbed the folded bills and nodded. “You want anything special?”

 He shook his head. “No, I’m easy. Just...call me if you need anything. Do you, uh, have my number?” He asked out of duty. Heaven forbid she go missing after being at his house for only a few hours.

 May rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have your number but I can handle myself.” She pulled out her headphones and plugged into her phone, drowning herself in heavy beats. She was out the door in an instant and Bucky huffed and ran both of his hands through his hair.

 “She’s nothing like you, Monty.” Bucky spoke to the memory of his friend.

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 Bucky woke, for the third time that day, to a new and hearty smell. He hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep again and when he looked at the clock it was six forty-five in the evening. He ripped the sheet off of his legs and decided to grab a shower before heading out of his room for the night.

 When he emerged from his room he was hit with the a smell he hadn’t known in years and he quickly walked into the kitchen to inspect the aroma. There was a new pot? No, it was sitting on the counter, not the stove. He opened the lid and the scent filled his nostrils with the steam that rose from the contents inside.

 “What is this?” Bucky shouted to May who was finishing her bowl of food on the couch. “And what’s in it?”

 “It’s a crock pot.” Bucky could practically hear May rolling her eyes from the other room. “And it’s a roast. Beef, potatoes, carrot, celery, onions and seasonings.”

 “You bought a new pot and you made this?” He asked shocked.

 “You were lacking in the kitchenware department and It practically cooks itself, Mr. Barnes. I’m not an idiot, I can cook more than microwave dinners.” She walked into the kitchen to rinse out her bowl.

 “Don’t call me Mr. Barnes again or I’ll kick you out. It’s Bucky. And I don’t think you’re an idiot I just...I don’t even know how this thing works. I was surprised is all.” He said with a scratch of his head. He inspected the crock pot again and May chuckled.

 “You’re serious aren’t you?” She said with a raised eye brow. “Pops gave the impression you could do anything.”

 “Pops? You mean Monty?” Bucky asked as he grabbed a bowl and began picking at the fall apart meat.

 “Yeah,” May nodded and walked back to the couch. “I didn’t know him really, that’s just what we called him.”

 Bucky scooped up some of the vegetables and broth and poured it into his bowl. “If you didn’t know him how can you say he gave you an impression of me?” He walked into the living room and sat in a chair by the window.

 “My mom talked about him a lot.” She confessed with a sigh. “She told me the stories he told her. She adored Steve from the way she retold Pops’ stories.”

 Bucky nodded as he forked his first bite. “He’s a good guy. Holy...” Bucky scrambled to find a more appropriate word. “Christmas. This is amazing.” He ogled at the food in his bowl.

 “It’s just a roast.”

 “Yeah, but... Man, I haven’t had food this good since my mom-” Bucky stopped at the foggy memory and shook his head, ignoring the thought. “This is the best meal I’ve had in years.”

 May couldn’t repress the smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Thanks. It’s my mom’s recipe.”

 “She knew what she was doing.” Bucky said with a grin.

 May’s eyes watered and she jumped up from the couch and hurried towards her room.

 Bucky set his bowl down with a clank and followed her. “May, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

 “Its fine.” She called over her shoulder before slamming her door in his face.

 “May-”

 “I’m fine. Just please go away.” She said from the other side of the door.

 Bucky clenched his jaw and huffed. How were they ever going to get along? Bucky grabbed a black tactical bag from his closet and hauled it into the living room. He dropped it by the couch and sat back in his chair to finish the mouth-watering meal May had prepared. If nothing else at least he may get some home cooked meals out of this. That was a crappy thing to think after just bringing up her dead mother.

 Bucky ate quickly and then prepped for his evening routine. He moved all of the furniture against the walls and laid out a black mat int the middle of the room. He pulled out two knives from his bag and began his offensive knife drills. Swing. Block. Stab. Repeat. He fought against nothing for an hour before switching weapons. He pulled out his go-to handgun and dropped the mag. He made sure the chamber was empty and then began dry-firing at random objects in the room, the T.V., the lamp, the rocking chair.

 He twisted to aim at the crock pot int the kitchen and raised the gun immediately, pointing the barrel at the ceiling in surrender.

 May’s breath hitched in her throat when he aimed the gun at her but she was able to breathe when he raised the gun and held his hands up.

 “May, I’m so sorry. I di-”

 “It’s fine.” She said quickly. “Don’t mind me, I was just coming to clean up dinner. Please, do whatever you need to do.”

 “It’s not loaded.” He shared, hoping to ease the tension.

 “I hope not.” She let out a dry chuckle. “Really, I get it. Do what you need to do.” She repeated. She turned her back to him and began to put the left-overs away and do the dishes.

 Bucky still felt like he owed her more of an apology but he wouldn’t know what else to say. He put the gun away and pulled the free standing dummy out from the hall closet. He set it up in the middle of the mat and leaned against the wall while he wrapped his one flesh hand. He walked back to the dummy with his fists raised but before he made the first hit he glanced over his shoulder to the kitchen.

 May was scrubbing at the over sized pot and Bucky could see the chord from her headphones that were attached to her ears. Satisfied that he wasn’t the center of attention he started hitting and kicking at the cushioned sand man. Hit after hit, drill after drill and Bucky never relented. With every blow to the dummy a new memory seemed to try and press its way into the front of his mind but he’d grunt and hit harder forcing the pieces to stay locked away.

 May glanced over her shoulder to see Bucky bouncing on his toes winding up for another punch to that worn down kickboxing dummy. Bucky was sweating, causing a trail of sweat to form from his shoulders to his waist. She could practiacally feel the tension in his back. The way he seemed so wound up, so uptight.

 “It’s not my fault!” She heard him shout.

 May snapped her head forward, turned up her music and resumed washing. Maybe if he thought she didn’t hear her she could finish the dishes before she locked herself in her room. May clenched her jaw and took a deep breath to keep the tears at bay. She didn’t want to be here and he didn’t want her here.

 She could tell Bucky was trying to be nice, no matter how much he wanted her out. But the things he said when he thought she wasn’t listening, she knew that he wasn’t doing this for her. He wasn’t even doing it for Steve. He was doing this out of duty to her grandfather, a man she never got the chance to meet. She just wanted this to be over.

 And most of all, she wanted the voices to go away.

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