#we’re all degenerates here honey!

[zephyrchama]

“Don’t,” you warned Lucifer. You saw that self-assured grin on his face. You knew what he was planning.

“What? I just came to see what you were doing.” He leaned on your shoulder with enough weight to tilt you several inches sideways, no matter how much you pushed back. “Don’t mind me, carry on.”

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” you retorted, but it was too late. The others were catching on.

“Hey, hey! What’s going on?” Mammon came over and pushed against your other shoulder, tilting you back upright. “What are two of my favorite people doin’?”

You tried to shrug them both off, to no avail. “We’re not doing anything. We can stop this.”

You couldn’t stop it. Asmodeus was on his way and wasted no time crossing his arms over your back, happily leaning into you from behind. You tilted forward. “Hey! What’s happening here?”

You sighed, “we’re not doing this again.”

Asmodeus teased you with honeyed innocence, “doing what, hon? Something on your mind?”

These three demons thought they were so funny.

A passing Satan made eye contact with you. In that exact moment, you used every bit of imaginary telepathy you could muster. Surely Satan would understand. He could save you. He could free you before it really was too late.

He observed what his brothers were doing, nodded, and approached with a congenial grin. Mission failed.

“Traitor!” You regretted ever agreeing to join this exchange program as Satan slowly fell back into you. You didn’t even try to catch him, you were too busy trying to remain upright under the combined weight of four demons. They were hardly even holding back.

You couldn’t see who was running up, being too busy blowing Satan’s blonde hair out of your face, but at this point it didn’t matter. They were all coming for you.

“Let me in on this!” Leviathan said cheerily.

“Yeah!” “Come on!” Asmodeus and Mammon gladly made some room for Leviathan, which was difficult because you were sinking lower and lower, and you felt another weight pile onto your back as Levi cozied up to your torso. This scenario had played out enough times now that the brothers could somehow keep you from falling over like a Jenga tower, but it was still only a matter of time.

Belphegor squeezed his way in between Satan and Lucifer and wordlessly collapsed onto you as if overcome with narcolepsy. He sure looked cozy. He smirked while you lamented, “I’m never forgiving any of you, ever.”

“Beel? Are you coming?” Lucifer summoned the cherry on top of this ridiculous parfait. You braced as Beelzebub licked the crumbs off his fingers in preparation. He knew what had to be done.

“Are you ready?” At least he had the decency to ask, unlike six other degenerates. The six lumps of dead weight each grabbed a part of your body, shifting from leans to awkward hugs. There was no way to run.

With an exaggerated “hah!”, Beelzebub’s weight and outstretched arms were enough to send everyone crashing down. You were protected from any real damage by the shell of demon brothers, but they soon had you pinned down against someone’s chest in the world’s most embarrassing cuddle pile.

“Aren’t you guys too old for this?” you asked. “By like, ten thousand years?”

“We were just checking up on you,” Lucifer said.

“Yeah, how did this happen? Hmm..!” Asmodeus’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Satan draped his leg over yours and not-so-accidentally kicked Lucifer. “You should have told us what you were doing.”

“I think it’s fun.” Belphegor was the only one to admit the truth.

Hands were running through your hair and over your stomach. Somebody was pushing the edge of your mouth up into a smile with their finger. If these guy were so touch-starved, they could have just said so, like sane people.

“My! What do we have here?”

You groaned, partially because everybody was really heavy and partially because you really didn’t need Diavolo to arrive just then.

“My lord, it appears we have walked in on something quite interesting.” Et tu, Barbatos?

”Indeed! Is there room for two more?”

Your “no!” was drowned out by seven resounding yeses.

[jonesy-and-max]

part 8: Farley & Greg

Jonesy, Max, and Jamie turned to the entrance of Popcorn Video. Max, already growling and bristling.

“Fuck off, Farley! You know the two of you are banned!” Max barked.

Hands tucked into the pockets of her brown, leather bomber jacket, Farley sauntered in, followed by her ever-present pal, Greg, who was always dripping in denim.

Greg lifted his aviators, looking at Farley, “I thought you said our ban ended today?”

“I just re-upped it.” Jonesy smirked.

“It’s a lifetime ban, Greg.” Max snarled.

“Damn, homie,” Farley smiled and bat her blue doe-eyes at Max, “Why are you guys always pickin’ on us?”

“Fuck off, Farley.” Jonesy reiterated.

“I’m just kidding! You guys are always so sensitive,” Farley looked at her nails, “But, Chain-Slaughter does in fact suck.”

“You suck!” Max hopped off the counter.

“Why are you trying to waste this beautiful young woman’s time?” Farley looked Jamie up and down, “Chain-Slaughter has nothing to say, all it is is gratuitous violence, pointless tits, and bad acting.”

Greg chimed in, “It’s ugly, exploitative trash. The special effects are dated, the characters are one dimensional, and the slasher, the star himself, commits the greatest sin of all -”

Farley smirked, “He’s boring.” She wandered from the counter into the aisles, browsing the rentals.

“It’s no surprise that these townie fucks like degenerate trash like Chain-Slaughter.” Greg snorted.

“You say “degenerate trash” like it’s an insult.” Max scoffed.

“Townies? You both still live here!”.

“Um, we go to Farside University!” Greg corrected her.

“Farside is literally a town over!” 

“They’re so jealous, it’s sad.” Farley called from the comedy section. “Ah! Here's a film! An actual movie about something.” She came back over to the counter on her own time and handed it to Jamie.

“Mrs. Doubtfire?” Jamie was understandably confused.

“Mrs. Doubtfire is “about something?” Jonesy nearly rolled her eyes right out of her head.

“Shyah! It’s about divorce, trauma, gender, identity, it’s about how Reagan’s “nucular family” is a joke in this modern ‘90s world, dipshit.” Farley could not have been more serious in her critique.

“What’s Chain-Slaughter about? Murder and titties? Grow up.” Greg backed up his counterpart.

Max grabbed the copy of Mrs. Doubtfire from Jamie’s hands and hurled it across the store. “That’s it! I’ve had it! It’s time to take out the trash!” Max cracked his knuckles and advanced on Greg.

Instead of clutching the lapels of Greg’s jean jacket, Max was surprised to find he was instead holding a bright yellow piece of paper.

“I almost forgot!” Farley’s laugh sounded like a duck that needed medical assistance, “Our band is playing at the Silver Mine tomorrow night. We wanted to personally invite our old pals.”

“You guys are playing the Silver Mine?” Jonesy was stunned. “How that fuck did that happen?”

“Oh, we’re getting quite the following. We’ve toured all over Farside, a bunch of college parties, a lot of choice gigs, honestly. Word’s gotten out, what can we say?” Greg shrugged.

“Italian Wedding is da bomb.” Farley winked at Jamie.

“Italian Wedding” is the name of your band?”

“Nothing gets by you, honey.” Farley looked at Jonesy, “Smart and fine, right?”

Jonesy could feel herself getting sweaty again. “I thought you guys were a Counting Crows cover band?”

Greg turned up his nose at Jonesy, “We’ve matured since then.”

“You know, “maturity?” to be fair, I can’t expect either of you to quite grasp the meaning of that word. I mean, shit, neither of you have changed since high school.” Farley sneered.

Max furrowed his brow, Jonesy raised an eyebrow, “We literally graduated from high school last year.”

Max crossed his arms, “And joke’s on you, I dropped out senior year!” He smiled confidently, nodding at an exasperated Jonesy.

Farley and Greg cackled at the duo.

“Well, this has been fun, but I gotta get going guys.” Jamie pulled the ripcord on this awkward situation.

“Oh! Should I cash out the three Chain-Slaughters for you?” Jonesy tried to regain her professional demeanor. Farley scoffed.

“Um. Actually, you know, I’m gonna think about it? I’m pretty busy right now for four and half hours of blood and… all that other stuff,” Jamie tried to be as polite as she could as she made her way to the exit, “But, like, have fun tonight you two, okay? I’ll see you around, Jonesy.”

Jing-a-ling!

Jonesy slowly turned towards Farley and Greg, narrowed her eyes, “Get the fuck out.” She threatened through gritted teeth.

“What??” Farley looked nervous, but regained her malicious composure, “Oh…oh no. Wait,” She started chuckling, “Did you…did you think you had a shot with Jamie fucking Reynolds?? Oh, sweetie…” She pouted mockingly, “That’s maybe the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Max was starting to feel his brain getting all staticy, “Jonesy can get any girl she wants! She’s the radioactive love child of Henry Rollins and Sarah Connor wrapped in barbwire and deep fried in motherfuckin’ rainbows!”

“You should really have your dog neutered, Jonesy. He’s all neurotic and aggressive.”

Jonesy snapped her fingers, “That explains Greg, I guess.”

“You know Reynolds has a boyfriend right?” Greg chimed in, “She’s not gay, she’s just high all the time.”

Jonesy blushed.

“Let me give you some free advice, Jones,” Farley leaned in close, “You’ll always be a lonely loser with that anchor hanging around your neck. I know you’re a virgin, but Christ, have you ever even been kissed?” They looked each other in the eye, “Don’t you want to accomplish anything in your life?”

Jonesy was quiet. Sweaty and red in the face.

“Grow up. Scrape him off.” Her eyes and Max’s making contact as he raged inside. “There are a lot of open minded women in college. I could introduce you. Just sayin.”

Farley and Greg made their way to the exit, the latter slapping and sticking the flier to the window.

“I really hope you can make it.” Farley made prayer hands, then turned them into middle fingers before disappearing through the door.

Jing-a-ling!

Their braying laughter echoed through the strip mall parking lot as the sun began to set.

“And stay out!” Max yelled after them. “Pfft. Fuck those fucking fucks, Jonesy. No accomplishments! No accomplishments she says?? Then what do you call this?” Max ran around the counter, reaching underneath, and pulled out a Popcorn Video rental. “Check this shit out!”

He tossed the tape to a very quiet Jonesy.

“What is this?” She said, turning it over, “Dude, is that a copy of See You Soon??” She brightened up, but suddenly something about the box didn’t feel right. She turned it over in her hands, the corners looked like they had been gnawed on, and part of the plastic casing was torn. 

Max’s triumphant grin began to waver, the longer he watched Jonesy inspect the box, “What? What is it?”

Jonesy looked up at her oldest and best friend, “Um. Hey, Max?”

“Yeah, Jonesy…?”

She opened the case, already knowing what she would find, “It’s empty, dude.”

[atsuminthe]

I'm up in the middle of the night thinking of thirsts and now I wanna make it your problem too 😤 Also the below is VERY NSFW cause I'm a FUCKING degenerate.

I've been brainstorming about things to write for Kinktober after I finish my current WIP (it's a JJK fic if you're interested 👀) and I really want to do something with exhibitionism and/or voyeurism and I can't get the thought of one of the HQ accidentally catching Reader masturbating. (I'll be using female pronouns for Reader)

Well, it starts off accidental. Like, let's say you two are mutual friends and mesh within the same friend group (I'm think Iwa for this one because of course, I love him, but it could be anyone!) and for the most part it's been pretty platonic. He has a small crush on you that you're unaware of but it's nothing too major and he thinks it'll pass, even if the others occasionally tease him about it.

And I like to imagine the lot of you plus some other friends - like a big, diverse group - decide to take a short vacation and pool some money together to rent a place since it'll be cheaper than booking a hotel stay. And let's be generous and assume you get your own room 😌 Yeah we're rich. Anyway-

Like in the middle of the night, maybe he has to use the bathroom or grab a drink but he hears something that almost sounds like a groan come from your room? His tired brain doesn't register that he should mind his own business but instead thinks you're in pain and he wants to make sure you're okay. The door is already ajar and when he goes to knock the door nudges open a bit and he sees you in the middle of the bed and he kinda just stares.

Cause you're in the middle of the queen-sized bed with one leg up in the air while you're thrusting a dildo in and out of your cunt at quick, steady speed. Thank god you don't see - or notice, you seem pretty distracted - him otherwise he might combust.

And immediately he wants to back away and pretend like he never saw anything, maybe rub one out real quick, and try to look you in the eye tomorrow.

But at the same time, like...you sounds so wet. He can hear the wet sounds of you fucking yourself from where he is and the soft moans and whimpers coming from your lips, and oh god you're talking dirty to yourself ("Please, Daddy," and "Gimme it," and "Keep going,") and to him that's so fucking hot.

So he just...watches. He licks his lips because the idea of you even bringing that with you spurs so many ideas in his mind and shakes what he thought he knew about you to his core. It wasn't like he didn't think you had sex or desires or anything like that but you seemed so...balanced? Put together? You had a good head on your shoulders and were an absolute sweetheart - it's what he likes most about you - and while it wasn't like he's never thought of you sexually before, but you seemed like the kind of person that's pretty vanilla in bed. He can see that he's mistaken.

He hears you twitch and moan and he feels like an awful pervert when he can feel how painfully hard he is when you cum, how messy and wet you sound as you bury your face in the covers to muffle yourself, and he stops to gather himself so he can creep back to bed without drawing attention to himself and jerk off.

And he...almost does. He's a couple of steps away while you're gathering yourself when he hears you whimper again. And shortly afterwards, a faint buzzing.

He stops. You're...going again? Really? Already? But he's already about to leave...this is an invasion of your privacy and he's a pervert and he should feel horrible for this but-

He stays behind to watch, this time with his cock out.

And the day afterwards he feels like the scum of the earth when he sees you so bright and cheery when you tell everyone you slept like a baby - and he thinks 'Yeah, after masturbating three times in a row-'

He tries to be normal throughout the day when one of your friends tells you about how stressed she's been and how she doesn't understand how well you're able to handle it and to share your secret. He sinks down in his chair and he tries not to get hard while you give some general advice, but then throw in, "Although sometimes I need...alternative methods to relax, y'know?"

And then you sharply call his name. And when he looks at you his blood goes cold. Because normally you're sweet, kind and generous and give whatever advice you can, so why are you looking at him like the cat that ate the canary-

"You'd know all about that, though, right? How do you relieve stress?"

You're smirk is sly - when did you look so predatory? - and he can't breathe because oh.

You knew.

(Also if this is too much for a thirst I totally apologize! I don't want to make you uncomfortable! 😫)

HOLY SHIT LILY THIS WAS GORGEOUS i loved every second of it. this was all just chef’s kiss mhm mhm now i’ll think about this all day <3

this is definitely akaashi, MEIAN, bokuto, the miya twins, tbh i can see sakusa here too, hoshiumi, THE SEIJOH FOUR (yes all of them) and kuroo

[poisoned-peppermint]

Part 3 of incorrect quotes because people liked the other ones

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Skeppy: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Bad: Aren't you forgetting something?

Skeppy: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Bad's forehead before running out.*

Bad: No, pay your bill! Dang it, who raised you? 

~~~~~~~~

Bad: Well, Skeppy and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Bad: That's right... We kissed!

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: I love you.

Bad, not paying attention: What was that?

Skeppy: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: You’re not jealous, are you?

Bad: No!

Skeppy: Good, ‘cause I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful. 

~~~~~~~~

*Bad and Skeppy are in Paris.*

Bad: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Skeppy: But...

Bad: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Skeppy: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

Bad: Yeah.

Skeppy: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

Bad: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Skeppy: Okay, alright

~~~~~~~~

Bad: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Skeppy: Hi, I’m ‘things’

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Skeppy: Are you sure Bad's even gay? They barely even looked at me.

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Bad: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Skeppy: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Bad: But you’re always acting stupid?

Skeppy: ...

Skeppy: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

~~~~~~~~

Bad: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Skeppy: Aww-

Bad: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

~~~~~~~

Bad: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found

~~~~~~~

Bad: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Skeppy: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Bad: Yes.

Skeppy: I'd sleep.

~~~~~~~~

Bad, to Skeppy: We had a date!

Bad: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

~~~~~~~~

Bad, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way. 

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: That was so hot, Bad.

Bad: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Skeppy: I'm so in love with you

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Dream: Where's Sapnap, Skeppy, and Bad?

George: They're playing hide and seek.

Dream: Where?

George: I don't think you get how this game works.

~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Good morning.

Bad: Good morning.

Sapnap: Good morning.

George: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Dream: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS! 

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Sapnap: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

George: Several traffic violations.

Dream: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Bad: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Quackity: Also, that’s not our car.

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Sapnap: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire??

Quackity: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Bad: Why were you microwaving a lemon???

Quackity: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots.

Karl: Did you burn an orange too? How???

Quackity: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

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Tommy: Is stabbing someone immoral? Techno: Not if they consent to it. Wilbur: Depends who you’re stabbing. Phil: YES?!?

~~~~~~~

Tommy: *Screams*

Wilbur: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Phil: Should we do something?

Techno: No, I want to see who wins.

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Phil: Wake me up…

Techno: Before you go go!

Wilbur: When September ends…

Tommy: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-

~~~~~~~

Tommy: Techno isn’t answering their phone

Phil: I’ll call

Tommy: Wilbur and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Techno: Hello?

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Phil: Shit.

Techno: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Wilbur: OH MY GOD TOMMY FELL OFF!!!

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Tommy: ARE YOU-

Wilbur: Fucking.

Tommy: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Wilbur:Fucking.

Tommy: IDIOT!

Techno: …What was that?

Wilbur: Phil banned Tommy from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

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Wilbur: *tapping fingers on table*

Techno: *taps fingers back furiously*

Tommy: …What’s going on?

Phil: Morse code. They’re talking.

Wilbur: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -

Techno: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK! 

~~~~~~~

Tommy: I'm bored.

Techno: Wanna commit first degree murder?

Tommy: Sure!

Phil, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Wilbur down!!

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Wilbur: Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Phil. They're mad at you.

Phil: No, it's Tommy. They're just being grammatically correct!

*meanwhile*

Tommy: And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them.

Techno: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'.

Tommy: I stand by my choice.

~~~~~~~

Wilbur: Phil, we're hungry!

Techno: Phil! What's for dinner?

Tommy: We're hungry, Phil!

Phil, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams* 

~~~~~~~

Wilbur, writing in a letter: "I'm going to kick.. your... ass."

Wilbur: THERE. Now send it.

Tommy:: Dude, your handwriting is terrible, are you sure you want to-

Wilbur: JUST DO IT!

later

Phil: So what does it say?

Techno, reading the letter: They say they're going to "lick my...."

Phil:

Techno:

Phil: Gross- 

~~~~~~~

Quackity: Karl, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Karl: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Quackity: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Sapnap.

~~~~~~~

Quackity: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Karl: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Quackity: Yes!

Sapnap: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

~~~~~~~

Quackity: Sapnap and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Karl: *Sighing* What did Sapnap do?

Quackity: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Sapnap: Who wants a steering wheel?

~~~~~~~

Quackity: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Karl: Wasn't Sapnap with you?

Sapnap: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised. 

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Sapnap: Karl you can’t move in with Quackity. Karl: Why not? Sapnap: Well, um, how are you going to feel when they see you without any makeup? Karl: I’m not wearing makeup right now. Sapnap: Holy crap, you’re beautiful.

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Sapnap: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Quackity: Like its slips on and off really easily.

Sapnap:

Quackity: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Karl: We know what you meant. 

~~~~~~~

Quackity: I didn't drink that much last night.

Karl: You were flirting with Sapnap.

Quackity: So what? They're my Husband.

Karl: You asked if they were single.

Karl: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Karl: Why doesn’t Sapnap find me sexy when I bite my lip?

Quackity: What do you look like when you bite your lip?

Karl: *bites lip*

Quackity: ...Have you considered biting your bottom lip instead? 

~~~~~~~

Bad: Are you trying to seduce me?

Skeppy: Why, are you seducible?

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Bad: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Skeppy: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Bad: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Skeppy: Is it working? 

~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Relationships should be 50/50. Bad cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty. 

~~~~~~~

Bad: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Skeppy: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

~~~~~~~

Bad: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Skeppy: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything. 

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Bad: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Skeppy: I wrote you a poem.

Bad, already crying: You did?

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Skeppy: This date is boring!

Bad: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Skeppy: Then why did you invite me?

Bad: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me" then you said " screw you Bad I'll do whatever I want!

~~~~~~~

Skeppy: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Bad: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Skeppy: Holy moly- 

~~~~~~~

Bad: I owe you one.

Skeppy: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even. 

~~~~~~~~

If this does as well as the others I’ll make another.

[cacoetheswriting]

champagne problems, ch.8

Spencer is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Chapter Eight: Wild Love: Spencer gets something off his chest while you’re stuck in a hotel room. A/N: chapter is titled after this song if you want to listen while reading.     Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol consumption, heartbreak, unrequited / unreciprocated love, very angsty, this whole series is a real slow burn babyyy

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A/N: y’all are killing me with all the love on this story so far omg. i am so appreciative of every single comment, like, reblog, all the sweet things you say in the tags etc. etc. thank you and i hope you like this chapter (this one turned out to be more conversation than descriptions of feelings/thoughts just fyi) ! x

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“Since we’re stuck here for the night, how about one more drink?” Luke asked, glancing between the team. “You buying?” Matt teased making everyone else chuckle. Luke rolled his eyes. “If that’s what it takes.”

All flights were grounded due to a heavy snowstorm. This meant that after solving their most recent case, the team were forced to remain on location. At a small bed and breakfast right in the middle of nowhere.

“I’ll have another drink.” Emily stated with a smile. “Sure, why the hell not. It’s not often I get a night away from my boys.” JJ added. Tara also raised her hand, indicating she'll have one more.

All heads turned to you and Spencer. The brunette doctor sat quietly in the corner. Clearly a lot on his mind. You were right by his side, gently resting your head against his shoulder.

A small yawn escaped your lips. “I think I’m gonna call it a night guys.” You said, slowly sitting up. “It’s been a heck of a day, and the bed is calling my name.” The group groaned, but didn't protest. Instead, they all looked to Spencer who seemed to be debating his options.

“What about you Reid?” Luke asked. “Care for another one?”

“Sure. Uh, I’ll walk Y/N to her room and I’ll be right back.” “It’s okay Spencer, stay. I’ll be fine.” You countered while getting up to your feet however, the handsome doctor wasn’t taking no for answer.

Unknown to you, unknown to everyone apart from Penelope, Spencer’s been trying to find the right moment to tell you how he really felt. He spent the last two months debating whether it was a good idea. The idea of telling you he was still in love with you scared the shit out of him because it could go one of two ways:

1. You feel the same way and call off the engagement. The two of you get back together and he spends the rest of his living breathing days making you the happiest woman on earth.

2. You don’t feel the same way and you end up resenting him for lying to you, his confession ruining your friendship.

Either way, someone will end up getting hurt.

“You really didn't have to come with me doctor.” You said stopping outside the door. Spencer shrugged his shoulders, his nose twitching simultaneously. “I wanted to. Plus sitting too long causes a number of health issues. Your leg muscles weaken. Your hip flexors shorten, and it can cause compression on the discs in your spine which can lead to premature degeneration, which results in chronic pain.”

You arched a brow. “So what you’re saying is that you’re really just looking out for yourself?”

“No, I-I, well...” He flustered and you couldn't help but chuckle. “We’ve been friends long enough for you to know when I’m just messing around.” Friends. The word stung. “Right. Sorry.” He glanced down at his shoes.

Sudden concern flooded through you. Gently, you placed a hand on the side of his face, and slowly lifted it back up. “Are you okay honey? You seem a little off, and I hope you don't mind me saying but it’s not just tonight.”

He chewed on the inside of his cheek. Mind racing a million miles an hour. Of course you recognised his odd behaviour. He thought he did a good job at hiding his inner turmoil. Honestly, sometimes he forgets just how well you can read him. He forgets that you know him better than he knows himself.

“I hope you know you can talk to me.” You whispered, tenderly brushing loose strands of his hair away from his face.

The gleam in your eyes was so kindhearted. It was exactly that look that made Spencer think he truly didn't deserve you and that you were better off without him. It was also that look that made Spencer love you even more. The look that made him want to fight for you.

“Do ehm, do you think I could come in?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Of course.” You let your hand fall back to your side. “Of course you can.”

Soon enough the two of you were sat at the edge of your bed. A noticeably tense atmosphere filled the air. Your eyes were glued to the side of his head, wondering what the hell was going on in that big brain of his, while Spencer looked down at his hands. Which at this point were trembling uncontrollably.

It didn’t take you long to notice, you could practically feel them vibrating against your leg. You reached out, giving them a little squeeze before intertwining your fingers with his.

“What’s going on Spencer? You’re starting to scare me.”

The hazel-eyed man took a deep breath before finally meeting your gaze. His features broken, as if he was about to burst into tears.

“I’ve been lying to you Y/N.” He stated quietly.

You furrowed your brows confused, taken aback by his admission. “W-what? What are you talking about? You’re the most honest man I’ve ever met.” You expressed, but he shook his head. His light curls bouncing perfectly. “I’m not. I’m really not.”

“Spencer.” “Please Y/N, please just… I… I haven’t been honest with you and it’s eating me alive. Usually you would be the person I turn to for advice on these things, but since it involves you… I-I really don’t know what to do.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s not that simple.”

You nodded your head slowly and swallowed your breath. “O-okay. Okay well, uhm… let me ask you this. If you don’t tell me, are you going to continue lying to me?” It was a weighted question which Spencer knew there was no right answer to. “Unfortunately.” He mumbled.

“Then I think, I think it is that simple.”

You were right. Every inch of him screamed you were right. Fuck. How the hell did it come to this? He had no trouble hiding his love for you these last few years.  He couldn’t understand why was it so difficult all of a sudden.

Abruptly, Spencer got to his feet and ran his fingers through his hair. A deep frustrated sigh escaping his lips as he loosened his tie. Your uneasy gaze locked onto him, following his every move. And as he closed his eyes, cracking his neck, you suddenly remembered that the last time he seemed this frazzled was the day the two of you broke up. Your stomach dropped.

“Oh no.” You whispered standing up. “Ohh Spencer.”

He turned on his heel to look at you once again. Your fingers were pressed to your chin, mouth slightly parted. You couldn’t possibly have figured it out?

“You’re breaking up with me.” It seemed like a silly statement considering you weren’t a couple. “I mean, you’re ending our friendship. That’s what this is, right? You don’t want to be my friend anymore and you’ve been lying to me by pretending that you do.” There were noticeable tears in your eyes.

“What? No, no, no. It’s completely the opposite of that.”

“I don’t think I understand. The opposite of-”

“I love you.”

“Well of course, I love you too. You’re my best friend. You’re family.”

“No.” He took a step towards you and cupped your cheeks with his hands. “I’m in love with you Y/N.”

You blinked. Eyelashes fluttering as the realisation of what Spencer just declared washed over you. He saw your lips quaver and your eyes widen. The dots connecting in your mind. All the moments you spent together, the conversations you shared. Everything was running through your mind like a homemade movie, making it impossible it collect your thoughts.

“I know I said I moved on, and that’s where I lied.” Spencer continued as you stared at him, unable to move. “I never moved on Y/N. I tried, believe me I tried. But you are a part of me, a part of my soul. You are the reason I get out of bed in the morning. Seeing you, your smile. Hearing your laughter. Being able to talk to you, and just be around you. Your aura. Everything about you is so intoxicating and I messed up big time letting you go all those years ago.”

Tears began to trail down your cheeks as you bit down on your bottom lip to stop it from trembling. Tiny salty droplets that Spencer slowly wiped away using his thumbs.

“I never said anything because I wanted to be there for you, first and foremost, in whatever way you needed me. I wanted to remain in your life after we broke up because your friendship means the world to me. I guess I thought-t, I hoped that maybe one day we’d get back together. And I know it’s unfair for me to lay all of this on you now, I know. And I’m sorry, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. You, I think you deserve to know.”

Quiet sobs filled the room. Your whole body was now shaking under his touch. Heart aching. It felt like you couldn't breathe.

All you ever wanted was for Spencer to love you. All you ever wanted was for him to tell you that he made a mistake all those years ago and that the two of you belong together. 

“P-please say something.” His plea was barely a whisper.

All you ever wanted.

“I-I.. Spencer, I...”

You finally got all you ever wanted. The brunette doctor was standing in front of you professing his love, and yet it felt like he just stabbed you in the back. His declaration, those three cursed words you dreamt so long ago to hear come out of his lips again. It felt like the ultimate betrayal.

Don't know what to say to you now Standing right in front of you

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A/N: FINALLY A LOVE CONFESSION ! honestly this chapter was a little hard for me to write... it took me a while to actually sit down to it and actually be happy with what i wrote idk BUT i hope you liked it and as always i’d love to hear your feedback! if you would like to be added to a taglist, please let me know. thank you for your continuous support. with love, mal. x

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ 102

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Word Count: 4,000ish

Summary: A group goes to Korea. Tony convinces Bruce to help finish putting the Stone in the body.

Y/N was walking out to the quinjet with Fury, dying to ask a question.

“Are you going through with Theta Protocol?” Y/N asked, quietly.

“I am,” Fury answered. “I believe we’ll need it. Don’t you?”

“As much as I want to believe we can end it in Korea, I have a feeling it won’t end there.”

“Coulson contacted me. Tried to get me to convince you to stay out of this. Any idea why?”

“He’s worried.”

“Nothing to do with the sudden ability to create portals?”

“Nick—“

“I’m just saying, I don’t usually sit people out. But you should think about sitting this one out.”

“It’s too late. I’m already in this.”

“Alright, just… stay safe.”

~~~

Steve and Y/N were dropped off a few roofs down from Cho’s lab, for safety measures. They headed towards the edge of the roof and looked towards the lab.

“Two minutes,” Steve told Nat and Clint, who were on comms. “Stay close.” He glanced at Y/N before looking back at the lab. “You know, I really wish that you could just open a portal into the building.”

“You and me both,” she replied.

Steve jumped from roof to roff as Y/N used her portals to get to each roof. When they reached the lab building and entered, it was clear that Ultron and been there but also wasn’t there anymore. They found Helen on the floor, wounded.

“Dr. Cho!” Steve exclaimed as they ran to her. They knelt beside her.

“He’s uploading himself into the body,” she stated, clearly in pain.

“Where?” Y/N asked.

“The real power is inside the Cradle. The gem, its power is uncontainable…. You can't just blow it up… You have to get the Cradle to Stark.”

“First we have to find it,” Steve said.

“Go.”

They ran out of the lab and towards the highway. They began to climb up the ladder to get to higher ground.

“Did you guys copy that?” Steve asked through the comms.

“We did,” Clint responded.

“I got a private jet taking off, across town, no manifest,” Natasha informed them. “That could be him.”

“There. It’s the truck from the lab. Right above you guys. On the loop by the bridge. It’s them. I got three with the cradle, one int he cab. I could take out the driver.”

“Negative!” Y/N quickly said. “If that truck crashes, the gem could level the city.”

“We need to draw out, Ultron,” Steve stated.

Steve jumped down onto the truck, getting Ultron’s attention. Y/N rolled her eyes and formed a portal above the truck, accessing it that way. Trying to get through the doors of the truck, Steve and the doors are blasted back by Ultron.

“Well, he’s definitely unhappy!” Steve commented, hanging onto the door as it got dragged. “I’m gonna try and keep him that way.”

“You’re not a match for him, Cap,” Clint said.

“Thanks, Barton.”

Ultron blasted at Steve as he tried to enter the truck. Steve hit the windshield of the car behind them. Y/N ran and flipped into the truck, dodging a blast from Ultron by creating portals. The blast came through a portal behind Ultron, hitting him in the back.

Steve found a way back onto the roof of the truck, Y/N appearing at the same time to avoid a blast. Ultron hovered at the end of the truck’s roof.

“You know what's in that Cradle?” Ultron asked. “The power to make real change, and that terrifies you.”

“I wouldn’t call it a comfort,” Steve commented. 

He tossed his shield at Ultron. It hit Ultron and he started firing back. Y/N used the portals to use the blasts against Ultron, once again.

“Get in and protect the gem!” Steve ordered.

Y/N nodded. She appeared in the truck, where two Ultron bots were guarding the cradle. They began shooting at her. She used the portals again to her advantage, but she could feel her energy being drained. Natasha was now on a motorcycle, chasing after the truck. She noticed Y/N fighting off the two bots by herself while Steve was fighting off the main Ultron bot on the roof.

“Clint, can you draw out the guards?” Natasha ordered through the comms.

“Let’s find out,” Clint responded.

He flew the quinjet lower and fired at the main Ultron bot. That put the other two into protective mode, going after the quinjet.

“Thanks, Barton,” Y/N panted.

She went over to the cradle’s control panel, to see what she could do, as commotion continued through the comms.

“Heading back towards you,” Clint warned. “So whatever you’re going to do, do it now.”

“I’m going in,” Nat said. “Cap, can you keep him occupied?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” Steve responded.

Nat jumped into the truck as the Ultron bots lifted it off the ground.

“I can’t access the panel,” Y/N stated. “I can’t stop whatever’s happening. Unless…” Y/N looked at the Stone. “I could—“

“No,” Nat stated. “Not here. Don’t you dare and try to do something that could kill you in this truck.”

“But, Nat, I could protect the—“

“I said no, Rogers!”

“Okay, package is airborne,” Clint stated over the comms. “I have a clean shot.”

“Negative,” Nat responded. “Y/N and I are still in the truck.”

“What the hell are you—“

“Just be ready, we’re sending the package to you.”

“How do you want me to take it?”

Nat cut through the straps holding the cradle in place. “Uhh, you might wish you hadn’t asked that.”

“I lost him!” Steve suddenly yelled over the comms. “He’s headed your way.”

“Guys, we gotta go,” Clint said, lining up the back of the quinjet with the back of the truck.

“Nat, get on the cradle!” Y/N ordered. She slipped a small bomb she had from her belt and placed it on the wall.

“What?” She responded. 

“Do it!”

Natasha did as she was told and laid on top of the cradle. Y/N pushed it towards the opening. It slid out of the truck and into the quinjet. Y/N portaled herself out of the truck and into the quinjet just as the truck exploded. Suddenly, Nat was grabbed by the Ultron bot.

“Nat!” Both Clint and Y/N screamed.

“Cap, you see Nat?” Clint asked, panicked.

“If you have the package, get it to Stark!” Steve ordered. “Go!”

“Steve, do you have eyes on Nat?” Y/N asked.

“Go!”

“Damn it,” Clint muttered as he reluctantly took off in the quinjet. 

“I should have portaled both of us in here,” Y/N shook her head. “I should have done something to save her.”

Clint was silent, but his thoughts were loud and clear, “Yeah. You should have.”

~~~

Y/N portaled the cradle and Clint into the lab, but not herself. She wanted time to feel the guilt, and she didn’t need the looks of blame from Bruce and Tony just yet. She was also tired. She had been practicing forming portals but she hadn’t used them in combat like she had today. Leaning her head back against the seat, Y/N closed her eyes and tried to calm the noise in her mind. It failed as the loudest mind of all drew near.

“She can’t be blaming herself over this,” Tony thought. “He would have grabbed one of them to prove a point anyway. And, sorry Nat, better you then Y/N.” 

Tony came up and set a caring hand on Y/N’s shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb.

“Heard what happened over the comms,” he said, spinning the captain’s chair around. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Clint blames me,” she replied.

“You don’t kno—“

“But I do! I know it because I heard it. Yes, he didn’t say it out loud, but in his thoughts he was blaming me. I—“ Y/N gripped her hair. “I can’t do this! This burden is too much! I don’t want it anymore!”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Tony’s hands flew to Y/N’s wrists. “Honey…”

“I can’t do it!” She cried. “I can’t do what they’re expecting of me. They should have let me die!”

“What are you talking about?” Tony tried to pull Y/N closer to him. “No, they shouldn’t have.”

“Stop! Don’t touch me!”

Tony’s hands suddenly flew off of Y/N. His eyes widened at the action that he had no control over.

“Sweetheart….” He gently called. “What did the Maximoff witch show you?”

A loud, painful sob ripped through Y/N throat as the vision she was shown flashed through her mind. So much death and destruction. Crumbling in on herself, she slipped onto the floor. Tony’s heart broke as he watched the strongest woman he knew fall apart. He slowly knelt down beside her, carefully reaching out to touch her. When Y/N didn’t flinch away from his touch, Tony gently guided her hands out of her hair.

“Y/N… please tell me what you saw.”

“Dust,” she replied, barely a whisper. “Screams… so many screams…”

“It wasn’t real, Y/N, remember?”

“It felt real…. So real…”

“I know the feeling…” Tony slowly pulled Y/N up and into him, cradling her softly. 

“I shouldn’t have been saved….”

“Whatever those alien objects are making you feel, I’m grateful that they’ve been saving you… or else I wouldn’t have ever met you… and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He held a kiss to her head. “We’ll figure this out. We’ll get through it… we always do…”

~~~

Y/N gripped Tony’s hand tightly as he led her back to the lab. Bruce was entering as well as Clint tried to open the cradle.

“Anything on Nat?” Bruce asked.

“Haven’t heard,” Tony answered, giving Y/N’s hand a light squeeze. “But she’s alive, or Ultron’d be rubbing our faces in it.”

“This is sealed tight,” Clint stated.

“We’re going to need to access the program, break it down from within,” Bruce explained. 

“Hm,” Tony hummed. "Any chance Natasha might leave you a message, outside the internet, old school spy stuff?”

“There’s some nets I can cast,” Clint responded. “Yeah, alright. I'll find her.” And he headed off.

“How about you sit here?” Tony guided Y/N down into a seat, kissing her forehead. “Does that work?” She nodded.

Bruce eyes were laced with concern, but moved on, not wanting to say anything that would set anything off. “I can work on tissue degeneration, if you can fry whatever operational system Cho implanted.”

“Yeah, about that…”

“No.”

“You have to trust me.” Y/N furrowed her brows.

“Kinda don’t.”

“Our ally? The guy protecting the military's nuclear codes? I found him.” Tony pulled up a consciousness.

“Hello, Dr. Banner, Agent Rogers,” JARVIS greeted.

“J?” Y/N gasped. She didn’t realize how much she could miss an AI.

“Ultron didn't go after JARVIS cause he was angry. He attacked him because he was scared of what he can do,” Tony explained. “So JARVIS went underground. Okay? Scattered, dumped his memory. But not his protocols. He didn't even know he was in there, until I pieced him together.”

“So, you want me to help you put JARVIS into this thing?” Bruce asked, pointing to the body inside the cradle.

“No, of course not! I want to help you put JARVIS in this thing.” Bruce shook his head. “We're out of my field here. You know bio-organics better than anyone.”

“And you just assume that JARVIS' operational matrix can beat Ultron’s?”

“JARVIS has been beating him from inside without knowing it. This is the opportunity, we can create Ultron's perfect self, without the homicidal glitches he thinks are his winning personality. We have to.”

“I believe it’s worth a go,” JARVIS added.

“No, I’m in a loop!” Bruce exclaimed. “I'm caught in a time loop, this is exactly where it all went wrong.”

“I know, I know. I know what everyone's going to say, but they're already saying it,” Tony said, moving to standing next to Bruce. “We're mad scientists. We're monsters, buddy. You gotta own it. Make a stand.” Bruce shook his head again. “It's not a loop. It's the end of the line.”

Feeling the sudden need to try something, Y/N stood up, the men eyeing her. She pressed her hand against the glass above the Stone and closed her eyes. She began searching it, as it searched her.

“You’re the only one,” it told her. “There’s no other option.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” She responded.

“Then half of the universe will die… I will be safe in this body, as long as JARVIS is in control and not Ultron. And I will help guide and protect you.”

“Y/N?” Tony called, growing concerned as the Stone had began glowing. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Just tell me one thing, when?” Y/N asked. “When does this all happen?”

“Soon,” the Stone replied. “But there are several things that must happen before then… You will be prepared though. We would not have chosen you if you weren’t going to be.”

“Y/N,” Tony called louder, coming up beside her.

With a light gasp, Y/N removed her hand and looked at Tony. “Do it,” she said. “Do it.”

~~~

“This framework is not compatible,” Tony stated. The men were experimenting with the cradle, trying to upload JARVIS.

“The genetic coding tower’s at ninety seven percent,” Bruce informed. “You have got to upload that schematic in the next three minutes.”

Suddenly, Steve and the Maximoff twins appeared in the lab.

“I’m gonna say this once,” Steve warned.

“How about ‘nonce’?” Tony retorted.

“Shut it down!”

“Nope, not gonna happen.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“And you do?” Bruce asked, clearly angry. “She's not in your head?”

“I know you’re angry—“ Wanda said, stepping up.

“Oh, we're way past that. I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade.”

“Banner,” Steve called, “after everything that’s happened—“

“That’s nothing compared to what’s coming!” Y/N shouted, surprising Steve.

“You don’t know what’s in there!” Wanda responded.

“This isn’t a game, Y/N,” Steve scolded. “How are you taking his side?”

“His side?” Y/N repeated. “This isn’t about sides, Steve! This has more to do than just us!”

“The creature—“ Wanda started but was cut off by Pietro using his speed to destroy the lab equipment.

“No, no. Go on,” Pietro taunted. “You were saying?”

Suddenly, the glass floor Pietro was standing on shattered, sending him to the floor below. Barton was there, being the one who had shot the floor.

“Pietro!” Wanda yelled.

“What? You didn’t see that coming?” Clint taunted.

The computers in the lab and the cradle began beeping. The sudden power loss was going to destroy everything they had done.

“I’m rerouting the upload!” Tony said.

Then a bang. Steve had thrown his shield at the equipment, trying to stop Tony. Tony called the suit to him, it quickly forming around him. He shot at Steve, throwing him down. Bruce went around to Wanda, holding her in a choke hold as her eyes began to glow red.

“Go ahead,” Bruce whispered to her. “Piss me off.”

Clint came rushing up the stairs, cocking his gun. Steve quickly jumped up and started heading for Tony. Tony heading for him as well. Y/N jumped in between the two men, getting frustrated at what was happening.

“STOP!” She shouted. Suddenly, everyone froze. Y/N could feel it was her doing, her energy draining. 

“Y/N, how are—“ Steve began.

“NO! You don’t understand, this is needed.”

Thor suddenly slid into the lab, making his grand entrance after 24 hours. Him and Y/N made eye contact.

“I know the truth,” he thought, directly speaking to her. “I can help.”

She nodded and he jumped onto the cradle. Thor lifted up his hammer and began to summon lightning.

“Wait!” Bruce yelled.

But it was too late. Thor hit down on the cradle with his hammer. He lifted the hammer once the cradle started beeping.

“Y/N, let us go,” Tony said.

“No,” she replied. 

Everyone eyed her worriedly, while still trying to watch the cradle. They grew more concerned when they noticed that she was breaking a sweat and trembling.

“Y/N—“

But Steve was cut off when the cradle burst opened, throwing Thor off from on top of it. The red body appeared on top of the cradle, housing the Mind Stone on its forehead. Y/N panted as she released everyone from her hold. They all stared at the body.

Suddenly, the body flew at Thor. Thor tossed him through the glass wall and into the room below. Thor and Steve jumped out behind him, on the defensive, as Tony quickly came up to Y/N.

“Honey,” he called, grabbing her to steady her.

“If you and Steve… ever try to attack each other like that again…” Y/N panted. “I’ll kill you both myself…”

She shrugged off Tony and headed down the stairs, Tony slowly following behind her. The red body was hovering at the main wall of windows, staring at its reflection. Thor had his hand out, telling Steve not to attack. Thor set his hammer down and made his way toward the body. It flew down, changing its appearance to seem like it was wearing clothes, stopping when it was next to Thor.

“I am sorry,” his voice sounded like JARVIS, “That was… odd.” He looked at Thor. “Thank you.” 

“Thor,” Steve’s authoritative voice rang through the room. “You helped create this?”

“I had a vision,” Thor started, glancing at Y/N. “A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life, and at its center is that.” He pointed to the Mind Stone.

“What?” Bruce questioned. “The gem?”

“It’s the Mind Stone,” Thor continued, glancing at Y/N once again as she tensed. Steve noticed as well. “It’s one of the six Infinity Stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities.”

“Then why would you bring—“ Steve started.

“Because Stark is right.”

“Oh, it’s definitely the end times,” Bruce commented.

“I’m not the only one who knows this.” Thor made eye contact with Y/N, causing everyone to look at her. “The Avengers can not defeat Ultron.”

“Not alone,” the body added, walking closer to everyone.

“Why does your vision sound like JARVIS?” Steve asked.

“We… we reconfigured JARVIS’ matrix to create something new,” Tony replied. He walked around the man, studying him carefully.

“I think I’ve had my fill of new,” Steve commented, shooting a glance Y/N’s way.

“You think I’m a child of Ultron?” The body asked.

“You’re not?” Steve questioned.

“I’m not Ultron. I’m not JARVIS. I am… I am…”

“I looked in your head and saw annihilation,” Wanda stated.

“Look again.”

“Yeah,” Clint spoke up. “Her seal of approval means jack to me.”

“Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Y/N—“ Thor stopped himself as Y/N frantically shook her head. Thor quickly continued, “Ultron himself, they all came from the Mind Stone, and they're nothing compared to what it can unleash. But with it on our side—“

“Is it?” Steve asked. “Are you? On our side?”

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” it responded.

“Well it better get really simple real soon,” Clint growled.

“I am on the side of life. Ultron isn't, he will end it all.”

“What’s he waiting for?” Tony asked.

“You.”

“Where?” Bruce wondered.

“Sokovia,” Clint answered. “He’s got Nat there too.”

“If we're wrong about you, if you're the monster that Ultron made you to be—“

“What will you do?” It questioned, silencing everyone.

“It’s not a monster,” Y/N responded, stepping forward. She kept her eyes on the Stone. “Trust me.”

“I don't want to kill Ultron. He's unique, and he's in pain. But that pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net, we have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others. Maybe I am a monster. I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So there may be no way to make you trust me. But we need to go.” 

Suddenly, the body lifted Thor’s hammer, handed it to the god. Thor took and at the body walked off as everyone stared in shock.

“Right,” Thor nodded. He walked over to Tony, patting him on the shoulder. “Well done.”

“Three minutes,” Steve ordered. “Get what you need.”

Thor walked over to Y/N, grabbing her arm as he led her away.

“Hey!” Tony called out, causing everyone to notice. “What are you doing?”

“We need to talk,” Thor responded, getting leading her away.

Y/N looked back at the rest of the team, who were hurt and confused. “We’ll be right back,” she said. Opening a portal, the two appeared on the roof of the Tower. “So… you know?”

“Yes.”

“About what though, exactly?”

“The Infinity Stones are what give you your gifts. They are what is protecting you.” Y/N sighed with a nod. “I’m getting that you haven’t told anyone the full extent of everything.”

“How could I? Tony had a vision of us all dead in front of him and that’s why we’re now going to fight a murder bot! If I told any of them that the Stones were saving me for a bigger threat….” She scoffed. “They would lock me up and throw away the key.”

“They wouldn’t do that to you. Stark and Rogers care a great deal about you.”

“They wouldn’t if they’ve seen what I’ve seen.”

“Are you sufficiently practicing your abilities?”

“I only learn about them as the Stones see fit.”

“Good, good.” He nodded. “Do you feel up to fighting Ultron, Y/N?”

“Please don’t doubt me too, Thor.”

“I’m not. I just saw how much of a strain that was, stopping everyone. I want to make sure you have your full strength before heading in.”

“I’ll be fine, Thor. We should get back to the team… They aren’t going to be happy about this.”

“I will help you, Y/N. They won’t be able to hurt you.”

Y/N gave a small nod as she created a portal and her and Thor entered the Tower again. Y/N drew back as she saw the anger in Steve’s eyes and the hurt in Tony’s. Noticing it as well, Thor protectively stepped in front of her.

“This needs to stop,” Thor ordered. “We have bigger problems than what’s going on with Y/N at the moment.”

“You don’t know what you’re—“

“I do know what’s going on here, Stark. And I know it can wait until after Ultron.”

“We’re just asking her to be honest with us,” Steve stated.

“And I’m just asking for some time,” Y/N responded, meekly. 

“I think you’ve had enough. How long have you known about the Infinity Stones?”

“Steve, please und—“

“How long, Y/N?! How long have you decided to keep things from this team? From your family? You are my twin, the only one I have ever really trusted! But now—“

“That’s enough!” Thor roared, lightning cracking. Thor’s Vision appeared behind Y/N before moving in front of her to protect her as well. “Like I said before, this isn’t something we should worry about now. Ultron first, this later.”

“Come on,” the Vision said, urging Y/N to move. She did, slowly following him to the quinjet.

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The Promised Neverland S2EP5

aka: (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

“Identity” will temporarily relieve some of the stress I’ve had the last couple hours because I have no doubt this episode is gonna bring it all back somehow.

I can’t believe we’re already getting a look at the demon villages.. this is way too soon.

And the four of them have their demon disguises.. which, of course, baffles me. It’s because of the research the GP kids had from their time at the hunting ground that made these disguises so convincing.. so how did our escapees manage to pull it off?

Also, high-key missing Zack and Violet right now. This is so upsetting.

The figure in the blue hood though.. it’s not one of our kids so who?

They’re really at the temple now.. do they know how significant this place is to the story or is this just a major plot convenience? Or are we gonna completely cut of The 7 Walls too?

It really is fucking 2047.. goddamn it.

Okay but the soundtrack is real nice right now, I’ll give them that. Again using the lullaby’s melody.

So you’re telling me the kids set up base in this temple. I’m impressed but also concerned as previously stated above.

Ahh Emma, you’re beautiful! I really didn’t think we would get to see you a little bit grown up like this so soon..

Yvette also has her goggles and Anna’s hair grew out again too.

Our girl is such a sweetheart but please don’t push yourself so much! Y’all can share food!

Emma looks so defeated, aww. (but then again, the anime didn’t make you do much in the span of a whole year now did they..)

“I’m starting to hate myself.” Aaaahhh stop, you’ll break my heart if you say such things!!

Of course Ray notices something is bothering her. Good boy!

Aww honey, I’d give you a hug right now if I could.

“I’m alive right now because I escaped with you.” AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! RAY!!! This is why he is best boy! He just put my heart back together with that one!

Thoma and Lani have demon disguises? So they’re going to head into demon towns too.. which completely ruins that one moment of theirs in ch130.

The bell rang? But everyone is here inside.. so I assume this isn’t good.

Oh is it that one old demon from ch103? The one that was sitting at the temple feeding birds?

Or maybe.. just a new demon completely. Why the kids are just standing around in the open like this though I have no idea! Unless this demon is blind perhaps?

They’re.. all familiar with this old demon too.

Emma has a heart of gold.

“At this rate, even this town will soon degenerate and become wild.” Oh so THIS is how they’re gonna find out the demon’s true nature?? No big chat with you know who much later?

The kids actually take the peaceful offerings that old demon left behind.. I know they need food but how rude.

“Even demons have families, too.” Ah, so this is what sparks Emma’s “I don’t want to kill them/No more fighting” mentality.. in this timeline anyways.

I’m surprised we’re getting a tiny glimpse of these random demon’s lives too.

Okay wait, this blue hooded figure has a group of four with them..

If this is a time skip.. why doesn’t Ray have his scarf?? First they deny us Emma’s iconic Goldy Pond outfit, and now my son’s scarf? Do they want me to cry myself to sleep every night or what?

Thoma, Lani.. what are you scheming?

Aah they got knocked over..

Oh shit! The demons noticed the shoes too!

Also, Ray’s theme “81194” kicked in! As did his and Emma’s protective instincts!

Who is this other character following them though?

Ayyy look at the duo on the rooftops!!

Look at these jumps!! I’m fairly impressed!

Gilda, uhh.. behind you?

Who is this blue hooded bastard though! And these other guys!

Oh.. uhhh, they got a knife and they certainly know how to use it.

“Emma.” ........................You know, there are times where I praise myself on recognizing voice actors.. but right now, I pray I’m completely wrong with this guess.

The duo’s reaction... oh my god.. no, stop. Shut the fuck up.

!!!!!!!!!!!! .... ???????????????????????

What? WHAT!!! HELLO??? EXCUSE ME??

NORMAN! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!!

You are definitely NOT the white-haired boy I wanted to see this season! Fuck! I wanted Oliver, not you! You’re supposed to be “dead!”

Are Norman-stans even happy about this right now?? For real, I know people missed him but did ya really want to see him come back like this?

Oh my god.. the other four.. are they the really the Lambda crew? Wait, did we just witness Zazie kill demons?? That had to be him, he has the striped sleeves!

I... haha.. umm.. ???

.... How.

How did we get the see THEM and NOT YUUGO or the entire GOLDY POND RESISTANCE?? What the hell!

Does the Paradise hideout even exist in this timeline then?

I swear, if Ayshe gets cut as well, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind. The same with The 7 Walls arc.

I.. can’t even function. Any hope I had about another season picking up where the main story left off just completely vanished.. fuck.

Next episode is going to be a recap apparently too.. why, I don’t know. Barely anything has happened this season with how quick they’re flying through literally everything.. so what?

Are they truly planning on finishing the story this season? I have so many questions and concerns but no energy to address them right now.

I know so many people complained about how the manga ended, but holy shit, I’ll take that over this clusterfuck any day.

Honestly, seeing Emma doubting herself (because it reminds me of ch109), Ray cheering her up, and the duo maneuvering through the demon town to lose their pursuers were the only highlights of the ep for me.

I’m sorry, I know this is probably the saltiest I’ve been after an episode, but for real.. the fuck is going on right now dude?

(I had an edit of Norman I was working on but there’s no sly humor to it anymore since he’s alive and well for everyone to see now. Damn it..)

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Baby Chapter One

Dark!Steve x Reader So this is a dark Steve series because he does a bad thing with good intentions I guess He’s dark but also like...soft. And suffering. Warnings: no darkness YET but this is a story about forced age regression, anxiety/depression, smut, ddlg

Steve pulled you closer by your hips, burying himself as deep as he could in you. He grunted into your neck, painting your insides with his cum. Your thighs were still quivering from your own release while you ran your hands through his hair. He looked at you with a smile, pecking your lips twice before slowly pulling out of you. His arms encased you, gently bringing your head to rest on his chest.

The night air was still and silent, still heated by the embers of your passionate moments. Your lover smoothed down your hair before gently taking you by the chin, getting you to look up at him. Before he even said it, you knew what he would ask.

“Marry me?” His eyes were hopeful, deep blue and sparkling in the moonlight.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips. Before you could reply, he spoke up again.

“Please. Remember that joke you made about early retirement? Move in with me and it can be real.”

“Steve, I don’t know what to say. You keep asking and it’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just I...it’s hard for me to talk about. I’m sorry,” you murmured, pulling away from him. He shook his head, pulling you back down.

“No. Please stay. I just want you to be happy and you haven’t seemed happy recently.”

“Well, my life is going nowhere fast and not even Steve Rogers can fix it.”

“You won’t let me try. You can quit your job. Do whatever you want. I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about all of this.”

“In any case I still have to worry about all of this,” you said, pointing to your head.

Your mental state was all over the place. Some days you wished you were dead and other days you woke up thinking you already were. Dead end job. Your parents stopped talking to you after you dropped out of college. Sometimes your anxiety was so bad you couldn’t leave the house. Steve was understanding but impatient with your reluctance to accept him as your savior.

Steve wanted someone he could take care of. He thought he could sweep you away and fix all of your problems. Lately, he had been one of your problems. Steve wanted to get married. You weren’t sure marriage was in the cards for you. The both of you could barely call yourselves dating let alone ready for marriage. You loved Steve, more than you ever thought you could love another person, but you weren’t in the condition to say yes to a marriage proposal.

You could hardly take care of yourself, could hardly rationalize and make the best decisions for yourself so how could you be expected to do that in a relationship? Steve said you didn’t need to worry about all of that. You could work it out later. He kept trying to push his way into every part of your life, trying to fix it. Not a week went by that he didn’t try to pay your bills or drive you to work or try to get you to move in with him. He mostly just wanted you to quit the job you hated. To become his perfect housewife? You couldn’t be sure.

“You know I love you more than anything, right?”

“Steve, I love you. I really do. I just can’t give you what you want. I don’t want you to waste your time trying to deal with me, trying to make me happier. I want you to be happy. I don’t know if I’m the person that can do that.”

No matter how many times you tried, you couldn’t break up with Steve Rogers. It was mostly selfish. Being with him made you feel almost like things would be okay. There was no one else you trusted more. And he really loved you. He showed it through all of his actions. Even though you thought he deserved better, thought you both should move on, part of you couldn’t help but drag him down with you.

“Any time with you isn’t time wasted.”

He stared at you with that earnest purely Steve Rogers expression and you knew he meant every word. Steve never thought you were a lost cause. He never gave up on you even when you gave up on yourself. That’s why you were so terribly in love with him.

Steve knew a lot of superficial things about you. He knew where you were from, your hobbies, how much you hated your job, etc. One thing he didn’t know about you was what the inside of your apartment looked like. He had never been there. You had never invited him in and to your delight he never pushed the subject. Now that he had been talking about things like marriage and long term commitments, you were starting to think you should share a bit more of your life with him. But you were scared.

Part of you was thinking it was now or never. You were afraid to lose him but also afraid to have a secret like this.

Usually, when you came to visit him, you would stay the night. But tonight you were insistent on going home. Steve obliged and walked you back, holding your hand as the two of you weaved through the dark streets. Just the thought of telling him had your stomach in knots the whole way there. After a while, Steve could easily read your anxiety and stopped walking, taking both your hands in his.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, trying to pull him along but he wouldn’t budge.

“Are you having a panic attack?”

“I’m fine. Please just walk with me.”

He let you take his arm and you held on to him firmly, both your arms wrapped around one of his as you walked.

“Stevie, I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Yes. Maybe. I’m sorry. I’m just scared. I’ve been meaning to tell you. I just don’t want you to think less of me.”

“Unless you reveal yourself to be Red Skull in elaborate costume, I really don’t think I can think less of you.”

You laughed, but there were tears welling in your eyes. When you got in front of your door, you stopped and turned to Steve seriously.

“Steve, I’m going to tell you something and if you feel like I’m crazy or some kind of degenerate or—“

“You can tell me anything. You know that.”

“There’s this thing I do, like when I’m by myself or—I used to have this boyfriend that did it but it ended badly, but I trust you a lot and I—I’ll show you. Please. Come inside.”

You led him in the apartment and flicked the lights on. When you went to close the door, you leaned against it, trying to calm yourself. Steve looked at your expectantly. This wasn’t the first time you had considered telling Steve so you had a bit of a speech rehearsed.

“Steve, I’m going to say a lot and I need you to just listen. I like it when you take care of me. I like it when we’re in bed and you tell me how good I’m being for you. You make me feel really safe and secure and there are a lot of times when I really need that. I know that sometimes I might seem immature and whiny and this is probably an issue for a therapist, but it’s like I get into this headspace where I need someone to take care of me. It helps me through my anxiety.”

“What more can I do to help you?”

“You do more than enough, more than I could ever ask for. But there just another component and if you think it’s weird, we can just never mention it again. Follow me, okay?”

You led him through the apartment, making your way to your bedroom. The living room and kitchen were rather ordinary. A few pictures of your artwork hung on the walls. Steve recognized a few of the pieces you had shown him.

When you got to your bedroom door, you nearly pulled it off it’s hinges with how quickly you swung it open. In an incredible show of strength, you pulled Steve in the room with you, fully ready for him to call you names and march out of the building.

The room was...pink. There was a lot of pink. A lot of stuffed animals. Some toys were on the dresser. A half completed puzzle was on the floor in the corner. A pink easel sat off to the side. There were stickers of things like cupcakes and crowns and cute cartoons all over the wall.

It looked like a child’s room.

“Uh,” Steve stammered, “I think I understand. I read about this online.”

When he turned back to you, you were shaking with your eyes pointed at the floor. As soon as he came over to hug you, the waterworks started. You cried and apologized, saying you were sorry for not being normal and that he could walk out and you guys never had to talk about it again.

“Honey, look at me. I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m going to support you however you need me to. And this,” he gestured around your room, “is adorable.”

You looked up at him with teary eyes.

“You don’t think I’m a weirdo?”

“Of course not. I just need you to be clear with me on what you need so I can give it to you. You know I’ll give you whatever you want.”

He carried you over to the bed and sat down with you on his lap. His hands stroked through your hair gently, calming and placating you for the time being.

“When I get like this, I need someone to take care of me. To tell me everything’s going to be alright. Someone who will help me do things and not think less of me when I ask for help.”

“And does this extend beyond the bedroom?”

“I would like it to. I kind of like it when you tell me what to do. Nothing crazy, but when you help me take care of myself so like telling me to get up and dressed or remember to do things.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Do you have things you like to wear when you do this?” he asked. You had a few drawers in your closet dedicated to outfits for times like this.

“Yes!”

This was beyond anything you could have hoped for. Steve wasn’t pulling away from you and he didn’t seem disgusted by the whole thing. That might have been because he had discovered it on his own before and had time to understand it on his own terms. But now he was here with you and things were working out!

Steve looked at your seriously, sliding his hand down the curve of your hip.

“Go put on something pretty for me, baby girl.”

You nearly leaped out of his lap and into your walk in. Steve chuckled at your enthusiasm. There was a dress you had been saving for just a moment like this. It was short and pink, coming to just above your mid thigh with plenty of bows and ruffles. You hoped you wouldn’t need your bra or your panties so you left them in the closet. Before you left, you put on a pair of matching stockings.

When Steve saw you, his heart soared. You were always cute but this was something else. Just seeing you happy thrilled him and he beckoned you over to sit on his lap again. You straddled him with a big smile.

“Do you have a safe word?” Steve asked. So far everything the two of you had done was extraordinarily vanilla. Not that it was bad, because it definitely wasn’t, but this was new and exhilarating.

“Uh. Let’s go with Canada,” you decided.

Steve laid you on your back, placing himself between your thighs. He placed kisses all over your face and you giggled. One of his fingers pressed at your entrance.

“You’re so wet. Is that all for me?”

He pushed two fingers into you suddenly and you couldn’t reply. You clenched around him and he smiled, working up a steady pace inside you. Small gasps left your mouth as he fucked you with his fingers.

“Yeah, honey. Just like that. You’re so perfect.”

“P-please can you—aah!” He flicked his hand just right to get you moaning. You tried to grind your hips down to get him to go harder but it didn’t work. He was taking his time pulling you apart.

“Please what, baby? Use your words.”

His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves. Another finger joined the ones inside you.

“I want you inside me.”

“I am inside you, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna come on my fingers?”

“I wanna come on your cock. Daddy, please let me come on your cock!”

“Anything you want, baby.”

Steve took his shirt off and hung it over your chair. He got up to step out his pants and pull his boxers down. He sat on the bed and maneuvered you on top of him.

“Is this okay?” he asked. You nodded excitedly and put your hands on his shoulders. Steve held you by your waist and lined himself up with your entrance.

You gasped as you slid down on him. This position let him go as deep as possible so it was a lot to handle. Steve was gentle, letting you down slowly until your hips met. His hand rubbed your back and he hushed the whines you made, pressing kisses into your hair. When you were calm, he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you nearly off of his cock before slamming you back down.

Your eyes rolled back.

You were already close before he started fucking you, but this angle was making you crazy for him. He brought you back down again and you cried out, hugging yourself against him tighter. Steve got a steady rhythm going, picking you up and pulling you harshly down on his cock.

“Such a good girl taking my dick like this. This is what you wanted right? You wanted daddy’s cock?”

All you could do was nod as he rammed into you from below. The noises coming from where you were connected were obscene. Wet smacking echoing through the room. The slapping of skin on skin. Moans escaping your mouth in short breaths. The low rumble of Steve’s grunts of pleasure in your ear.

“Daddy, can I come?” Your voice was a hushed whisper in his ear. He looked at you, eyes fully dilated and consumed with lust.

“Yeah, baby. Be a good girl and come on daddy’s cock.”

He thrust into you one more time and you were lost, mindless as you came. Your orgasm came out in a little gush around his cock while you spasmed on top of him, legs shaking and hiding your face in his neck. The pleasure wasn’t stopping as he continued to impale you on his cock. You could feel your wetness covering his and your thighs.

“I’m close, sweetheart. I’m so close. You’re so beautiful.”

You clenched around him tightly, holding onto his biceps.

“Please, daddy, I want your cum. Please cum inside me.”

Steve pulled you down on him, holding you there and coming deep inside you. There was so much that it spilled from where you were joined and he was still coming. It sent you into aftershocks of your orgasm, panting while he filled you beyond capacity.

When the two of you were done shaking and holding onto each other, Steve threw his head back in laughter, his chest still heaving from exertion.

“I never came that hard in my life. I didn’t know someone could even get this wet. You’re magical.”

You hugged him, breathing in the scent of his skin. His arms wrapped around you, giving you a tight embrace, just how you liked. He held you until you heart rate steadied and pulled out, laying you on your back. Before you could protest, he hushed you.

“I just need to clean you up, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”

You pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and he went, coming back with a wet towel to clean you up. Your mind was sleepy and dazed from how hard he fucked you. Completely worn out as your eyes drooped. Steve cleaned you carefully, being cautious of how sensitive you were. He cleaned himself before throwing the towel in the hamper.

Steve settled in behind you, pulling you closer so your back was against his warm chest. He laid kisses on your shoulder and near the back of your neck. You took his hand and laced your fingers through.

“This is good for us,” Steve murmured, into your skin, “now I can spoil you all I want.”

You smiled, holding his hand tighter.

“I love you,” you murmured.

“I love you, too. More than anything.”

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Bartoned - Chapter 39

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Rating:  E

Warnings:  Drinking, Smut (MF, drunk sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, terrible dirty talk)

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 2029

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 39

October came with a flurry of activity.  Dress fittings and bridal showers. Meetings with your celebrant and caterers.  Getting your IUD taken out.  Clint was up to something with Nat, Wanda, and Kari but you couldn’t work out what.  You kept catching them together anytime you got home early from something.  They all played dumb and acted like they were just hanging out, but you knew there was more to it.

Clint had his bachelor party a week before the wedding.  Natasha basically organized a repeat of Steve’s only with twice the debauchery.  You received a lot of photos over the course of the night of Clint in various compromising positions.

Yours was happening the night before the wedding and you were a little worried you might end up regretting it.  Kari came and got you in the midmorning and you kissed Clint and Nattie goodbye and gave the dog a pat before being led out to a limo already holding Natasha and Wanda.

A glass of champagne was pressed into your hand before you even had your seatbelt on.  “So what’s the plan?”  You asked.

“We’re going to have lunch at the Russian Tea Room.  Then we’re going to go to a spa.  Then we’re going to a Tiki Bar for dinner, drinks, dancing, and karaoke,” Kari explained.

“You trying to wipe me out for tomorrow?”  You asked.

“Sure am,” Kari teased.  “I wanna look better than you do.”

You laughed.  “You know there’s a flaw in your plan, Kari?  You’re gonna be there too.”

“Damnit,” she joked and took a long drink of her own glass of champagne.

“Who’s looking after the boys?”  You asked.

“Steve and Bucky,” Wanda explained.  “With Sam on rescue duty if things get too much for them.”

“That’s good.  I’m sure they’ll do fine though,” you said.  “Hope that Doreen can handle all of them tomorrow.”

You had hired Doreen back for the night at almost triple her usual rate to watch all the kids.  They’d be there at the wedding anyway, but it meant the parents got a little bit of time off and she’d take them all to a hotel nearby so they could get some sleep once they were bored of it.

“We won’t be far away if she gets in trouble,” Kari said.  “I’m sure it’ll be fine.  She is trained for it.”

“Besides, Emilio has that thing where he thinks he’s responsible for his siblings' wellbeing,” Wanda explained.  “He’ll be watching Cruz and Isabella like a hawk.”

“Okay, enough parenting talk,” Kari announced.  “Guess what?”

“What?”  You asked.

“You’re getting married tomorrow!”  She cheered.

Everyone let out a ‘Woo!’ and clinked their glasses together.

The day seemed to degenerate as you went along.  Lunch at the Russian Tea Room included family members and your closest friends.  It was a classy affair with everyone on their best behavior in the iconic New York restaurant.  Natasha complained that the beluga caviar wasn’t actually beluga caviar but generally everyone enjoyed themselves. 

You then continued on to the spa with around half of the people who were at your lunch.  It was very relaxing but Kari and Natasha kept messing with you so you spent half the time in hysterical laughter while being scolded for cracking mud masks or not relaxing properly.

Your group then went to Tiki Chick where everything quickly devolved.  A lot more people met you there, including old school friends, family, people from your paramedic days, and people you’d met through the Avengers, the entire group filling the bar.  The whole venue had been booked out and the tables soon became full of cocktails both shared and individual in novelty cups and glasses.  You started out by sharing a huge rum punch with Wanda, Kari, and Natasha while you attempted to line your stomach with a burger so you didn’t get too completely drunk.

It didn’t work very well.  Half an hour in and you were already well on your way to drunk and when the karaoke machine was wheeled out, you were drunk enough that you wanted to be the first one to sing.  Half a dozen bad renditions of 80s rock ballads later and the stripper showed up.

You had thought that getting a stripper would be a little tacky and you wouldn’t be able to get into it that much.  It wasn’t like you had a lack of extremely hot men in your life.

You were wrong.

Kari had hired a Clint look alike and he came in wearing what looked like a purple gladiator skirt you squealed with excitement and took your seat in the middle of the room.   ‘Stripper’ was a generous term really.  The guy was mostly naked when he got there, but he oiled himself up and gyrated on your lap, making you run your hands over his chest and butt as he danced.  When he did strip off what clothing he did have, he had you lie on the ground while he did push-ups over you, much to the delight of every other woman there.

It was one in the morning by the time you were all kicked out and you were glad you were having an afternoon ceremony.

“Alright, let’s get you to your hotel room, Mrs. Barton,” Kari said as you stumbled into the back of the limousine.

“No…” you slurred.  “I wanna go home.”

“Honey,” Wanda said gently.  “You have a hair appointment and ten in Brooklyn and it’s over a two-hour drive from here to home even when there’s no traffic.”

“Don’t care,” you mumbled.  “You’re going home aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she agreed.  “But you have your hotel room.”

“Wanna go home!”  You shouted.

“Oh my god,” Kari groaned and ran her hands down her face.

Natasha tapped on the partition that divided you from the driver.  “Change of plans, we’re all going back to the compound.”

“Thank you, Tasha,” you mumbled, curling up against her side.

“You’re welcome, zoloste,” she said, wrapping an arm around you.  “Try and get a little sleep in on the car ride.”

“And just so you know,” Kari said.  “If I only get 3 hours of sleep because of you, Imma kill you.”

You closed your eyes and gave her the finger making Natasha laugh loudly.

Thankfully all four of you did get some sleep on the limo ride home.  By the time the car was pulling up outside your house, you’d gotten two solid sleep cycles in.  You had sobered up a bit, but you were definitely still feeling it when you stumbled inside.

You tripped over the dog as you let yourself inside making him yelp and you crouched down guiltily and patted him.  “I’m so sorry, puppy.  I didn’t see you.  And to be honest, I’m kind of drunk.”

He seemed to forgive you, licking your face excitedly as he wagged his tail.  Clint appeared at the top of the stairs and looked down at you confused.  “Honey?”  He said, softly.  “Aren’t you supposed to be at the hotel.”

You stood and wound your way to him.  “Wanted to see you,” you said when you reached him, tapping him on the chest.

“Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?”  He asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and supporting you as the two of you made your way upstairs.

“Fuck that,” you said.  “I like it better when you’re in my bed.”

He chuckled softly.  “Might want to modulate your voice there, babe,” he teased.  “Gonna wake Nattie up.”

He got you through the door and started to help you out of your clothes.  “Did you have fun?”

“Mm-hmm…” you hummed as you flopped back on the bed and let Clint strip you off.  “The stripper kinda looked like you.  But not as hot.”

“That’s nice to hear,” he teased.  “Come on, get into bed.  It’s very late.”

“Nuh-uh,” you said grabbing the hem of his pajama shirt.  “I want your penis inside my vagina.”

Clint laughed so hard he snorted.  “That's the best futzing dirty talk I've ever heard.”

“Please, Clint,” you whined.  “I want you so fucking bad.  And it's my wedding day.”

Clint couldn’t stop laughing and he leaned down and kissed your temple.  “How can I say no to that?”

You grinned and yanked down his pajama pants and nosed up his cock, placing small kisses and kitten-licking up his shaft as it hardened under your attention.  You pulled it into your mouth, still semi-erect, and began to suck.  Clint groaned and bunched his hands in your hair, his cock hardening fully in your mouth.  You slowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft as you massaged and tugged on his balls.  He let his head fall back and his hand slipped between your legs and he began to finger your clit, matching the slow pace you were setting as you sucked up and down his shaft.

As you moved faster up and down, his finger circled faster over your clit.  You moaned around his cock and dropped your head down, your lips pressing flush against his groin as you deepthroated him.

“Fuck,” he groaned and patted your thigh.  “If you want my penis to go into your vagina tonight you might wanna get up on the bed.”

You scrambled back up on the bed and Clint crawled up after you.  He fished around in the side table as you wrapped your arms around his neck.  “What are you doing?”

“Getting a condom,” he said, pulling one out of the drawer.

“No,” you complained and whacked his hand, sending the packet flying across the room.

Clint started laughing and looked down at you.  “What the hell?  You’re not on birth control anymore, remember?”

You looked up at him and cradled his jaw.  “I said it had to wait until the wedding,” you said.  “The wedding is today.”

Clint blinked down at you as he processed the words you just said.  “You wanna start trying right now?”

You nodded.  “Don’t you?”

In way of answer, he brought his lips to yours and kissed you deeply, his lips slowly moving with yours.  You moaned into his lips and brought your knees up and with a snap of his hips, he was inside you.

His hips rolled, pushing himself deeper into you as the base of his cock rubbed against your clit.  His lips never left yours, and you began to get light-headed as your lips turned numb.

As your head became fuzzy, the rest of your body began to prickle and buzz.  Each thrust of Clint’s body against yours sent current after current through you.  You dug your fingers into his back and moaned into his lips.  Your cunt ached and dripped around his cock as he penetrated you again and again.

You fell apart, your body seizing as you came, crying out into his lips.  Clint broke the kiss looking down into your eyes and picking up his pace.  You groaned and bucked your hips with him.  “Fuck, Clint,” you moaned.  “Give it to me.”

He pulled your leg up and you began to rub your clit.  You cunt clenched suddenly and another orgasm hit.  You clenched your teeth and cried out arching your back as it washed through you.  His hips jerked into you and he released, groaning as his cock pulsed and filled you with come.

“Fuck…” he sighed and held himself inside you as his cock stilled.

“Mm… that’s exactly what I wanted all night,” you hummed.

“All night you were thinking about fucking me?”  Clint teased.  “I don’t believe that.”

“Some of it,” you giggled.

Clint slipped out of you and picked up your hips, shaking you gently.  “Get in there, little guys.  Do your work.”

You laughed and kicked your legs.  “Clint!”

He chuckled and lay down beside you, pulling you in his arms.  “Alright, go to sleep,” he said.  “I’m getting married tomorrow.”

“Yeah?”  You asked.  “Who’s the lucky lady?”

“Just some random,” he teased.  “Got her knocked up and now I gotta make an honest woman of her.”

You giggled and nuzzled into him.  It wasn’t too long before sleep came for you.

// NEXT

[santalsaburablog]

Adventures of Santal. Chapter 10: Demonstration Duel

Most often, it is the first time that is remembered.

     Confession! Santal has been studying in the Order for a month and has already acquired some of the basic skills necessary to move to the next level. And this despite the fact that the girl showed a fear of performing acrobatic exercises. And an important event awaits ahead - a training duel between the Grand Master of the Jedi Order Yoda and another master.

     Many people believe that the closer a grand event is, the more difficult it is to sit still. Likewise, on the eve of a duel in the clan in which Santal studied, many found it difficult to stay in the classroom and stay focused. The same Nick or Max turned to others at every opportunity. A couple of times they even got some remarks. And Landa and the girls were angry. And if because of them, as a punishment, everything is canceled? Santal mentally agreed. She herself was expecting a duel, but she did not turn around, but stood calmly.

     Also, over the remaining days, Santal managed to talk to Barriss a couple of times, suddenly she heard something about a demonstration duel. But no, she didn't hear anything. Or she was simply told to be silent so as not to spoil the surprise. If this is true, then it's okay.

     And yet Santal was impatient, if only because she had never seen a lightsaber duel before. And she also did not know with whom the Jedi who had brought her to the Temple would fight.

     To distract from "hot" thoughts from time to time, the girl went to the library and read the information that she wanted to find earlier, but her hands did not reach. So one evening she studied the races again. And not just looking at the pictures, but looking for an uncle among them. I decided to start the search in alphabetical order. After the second letter Santal began to get tired. What hard work it is to look for a personality! But, fortunately, the whole alphabet did not have to be rummaged. On the fifth letter, the goal was achieved.

     Santal was shocked to see such a familiar face on the computer:

     - Here he is! Only without a hat. It all fits together. So the Duros race. Well, the name. From the word fool! - At such thoughts Santal laughed louder than she wanted, which is why those who were sitting next to her shouted at her. The girl hurried to apologize and, taking the datapad, left the library, heading to her room.

     "Wow! Duros race. I thought that my uncle was an inanimate creature wearing the skin of a duros. But this is unreal. The Duros race - or Durosian - was one of the first in the Far Galaxy to master interstellar travel. Duros are known for their calm and restrained nature, peacefulness, sociability and reliability. But this one is not at all like that. Or the recordings are wrong, but I can't believe it. I am sure that in the library of the Temple there is only truth and nothing but the truth. In this case, one of two things - either there is not all the information in the library, or this uncle is defective. Freak of nature. From the word stupidity. "

***

     - Elina, stop breaking the dishes! We didn't buy it for that! - shouted Nobi, trying to calm his wife.

     The Letanka stopped this occupation, left the kitchen, came to her husband's bedroom, sat down next to him on the bed and sobbed aloud.

     - Well, well, well, dear, calm down.

     - I can not! The woman's cry turned into a howl. - That's all ... We're alone now. There are only two of us now.

     - And who is to blame for this? The green Twi'lek replied in a stern voice. “Who went broke in front of the Jedi by dishonoring us? Who yelled at Santal, is it not her fault at all? Who yelled at the hunter? You yourself missed your chance.

     - And you did the right thing! - Elina barked. - This degenerate could not return our girl, only rob her to the skin. You know we are not rich, our monthly income is less than thirty thousand. And this freak might ask for fifty or more after learning about her abilities. And anyway, I hate hunters! Worse creatures can not be found! They only want money!

     - Well, well, why didn't you turn to the Jedi then? Oh yeah, you hate them too.

     - Of course! Because of them, my friend died. And not only her. Everyone says the Jedi are noble knights. But I think they are robbers. Children are being stolen. They are taken away from their parents, growing biodroids without love and affection. As a result, these unfortunates die old maids and single. More often young. Rarely do Jedi live to old age. - Elina sobbed, calming down for a while. “That is why I have always felt sorry for the others as well. And now these ... our Santal have been hypnotized, and she will become just like them! An insensitive Jedi, for whom the goal is more important than feelings, dying in her prime. What a dumb rule! If everyone thought so, they would have died out long ago.

     “So the fact of the matter is that these are the rules for the Jedi.

     - I know! But all the same, their laws are incomprehensible to me.

     - Maybe then you shouldn't try to understand?

     - How is it not necessary? If I had the slightest understanding of their order, I would have worried less, but, O Power, what have I done, since fate deprived me of the most precious thing that we had - my niece. It's not fair!

     Elina's crying stopped, only sobbing remained. Nobi took advantage of this moment and began to console his wife.

     - Honey, you, how much I am you I remember that I always liked to exaggerate and think pessimistically. Have you tried to look at the situation from the outside? Santal will learn to control this Power, make friends, will not go outside the house ...      

- And it is not known how long he will live, thirty or ninety. Will die childless.     

 - What are you doing ?! - Nobi quickly came to his senses and again switched to a calm tone: - Yes, I understand you perfectly. But which one of us has the perfect life? For example, we are not flying anywhere because you are afraid for a good reason.

***      

Deciding to distract herself from the Duros, Santal suddenly remembered Landa's words. She then said something to Dasha. But what exactly, Santal had forgotten. More precisely, Dasha was going to tell something interesting about her, and Landa shouted, ordering to be silent. Unclear.      

The bad news is that she forgot what the Twi'lek was talking about. Wait a minute. It seems that there was the word "biography". Exactly! I need to check with Dasha.      

And Santal the next day, during the lunch break, sat down opposite Dasha.      

- Hello. Listen, I would like to ask you.      

- Yes? - Togruta immediately smiled, interested.      

- I can't get out of my head. Then Landa shouted at you about your biography.    

The girl's face immediately changed.     

 - Oh, you better not ask. Togruta took Santal's hands in hers. - I promised if you forgot.      

- Oh, exactly! I forgot. Santal wanted to slap his forehead. - I just thought ... More precisely, I wanted to ... - The girl stopped in time, as she remembered about the secret that she promised herself not to give out.     

 - What did you want?    

  - It doesn't matter anymore. I just forgot that conversation, so I thought, maybe you know.     

 - Sorry. Truth. I can only say that Landa never smiled. I became so interested that I constantly pestered her with questions. She got tired of it, and she, taking an oath from me, told me. And in vain. After all, I almost let it slip in front of you. If she tells you, then you're in luck.      

Santal went to Landa, regretting that she had not thought of approaching her right away. But suddenly she stopped. Suddenly she asks, and the Twi'lek woman will be offended, decide that she does not believe her. But she believes her, she just wants to figure it out. After all, Landa said that Max bothered her the most. But Dasha also says that she pestered. Stop though, it all fits. Togruta did not say that she climbed the most. So everything is all right.      

But Santal was still worried about something. Like a piece of the puzzle was missing. The girl tensed, trying to remember something. It seems that Landa did not mention during the dialogue that she was saying something to Dasha.     

 As a result, from all the thoughts Santal's head went dizzy. She decided to go to the Twi'lek and clarify, and come what may.      

After class, Santal quickly ran to the door of Landa's room to stumble around her for a few more minutes, not daring to call. In the end, Santal convinced herself that this was a matter of life and death, inhaled and exhaled, and called.      

- Come in, - came the voice of Landa.      

Santal, very nervous, entered. Twi'lek sat on the bed and studied the material. Sensing the girl, she immediately raised her head and smiled.      

- Hi Santal. Something happened?      

- Yes, nothing. I just wanted to ask. I'm curious that Dasha promised not to tell you.      

- Oh, this. Landa's smile disappeared. - Listen, if you haven't forgotten, I only told you the truth. You know perfectly well why.      

- I see, you lied to Dasha, because she is a chatty one.      

- Right.      

- But what did you tell her? - Santal tried in every possible way not to be intrusive.      

Landa was visibly upset and asked sternly:     

- I myself began to forget what I had told her. But I am offended that you asked about it. Did you think I lied to you?     

 - No, what are you! Santal waved her hands. - Do not say that! I just got curious.     

 Landa sighed, and the Jedi daughter didn't know if it was relief or not. And the Twi'lek continued:      

“Santal Sabura…” The girl shivered, as she learned from Dasha's example that when Landa starts like this, it means that she is angry. - You, apparently, did not understand that you were given high confidence. It was hard for me to speak, but I told you everything. And you still doubted. Go away, ”Landa said calmly but firmly.      

- Landa, listen. I just wanted to check and listen to two different stories. I would not have thought ... - Santal broke off, because some thoughts appeared.    

Landa took advantage of this hitch to reply:      

- I thought so. Twi’lechka turned the Jedi daughter to her back and gently pushed towards the exit. Santal did not resist. As if in a trance, she went to her room.      

Is it really? Maybe she really thought that Landa could have lied? Need to think. She just wanted to get rid of inconsistencies, to figure it out. But Landa was offended, deciding that she was not trusted. And ... she's right. Santal had to admit that she was trying to find out who was lying. But this does not mean that she would cease to be friends with her. This is what she was trying to say. But she didn't have time. But nothing, sings.

***      Santal woke up three times that night. Because I was afraid to oversleep, to be late, to get lost. After all, show duels don't take place every day. The girl even got up half an hour earlier than usual.      

The lessons were only until lunchtime. Especially the restless Max, Nick and those who usually behaved calmly - Adrian or the silent Justin and Risha - could hardly wait until the end of the class.      

Finally, the younglings were given as much as an hour to quietly dine and tidy themselves up. Max ate so quickly that he began to hiccup, which angered Landa. Santal finished her meal in fifteen minutes and went to the shower. Yes, she learned to wash. Nothing complicated, especially when they show you, and your memory is not lame.      

By the appointed hour, everyone gathered. Sitting down in her seat between Dasha and Grace, Santal discovered that two more clans had come. The girl noticed a youngling, covered in yellow wool with stripes. Svante was sitting next to him. Landa, wearing a beautiful hat, sat down not far from Dasha.      They did not wait long. Finally, leaning on a cane, Master Yoda came out. Santal smiled at once, looking at the one who had brought her to the Temple. And the green Jedi stood waiting.      Then a second door opened on the other side. Came in ... a man whose clothes Santal thought was more expensive than her own. Yoda's opponent looked pretty. Brown robes with a Jedi sash, cuffs, collar and fastener placket decorated with patterns. The face is not young, with a beard and mustache.      

- Children, the training duel will begin. Meet Master Dooku, ”Yoda said. - Look carefully and learn.      

The opponents stood opposite each other and bowed. Then the swords were activated. Yoda - green blade up. Master Dooku - blue blade down. For a few seconds, nothing happened.      

The duel began. Yoda jumped high, but Dooku swerved to the right and twisted the twisted handle to block the blow. Then swing again. Block.      

And then began what Santal mentally called a "spinner", because the swords began to look like fan blades - every now and then they drew semicircles, spun and spun.     

 Despite the fact that Santal was not yet aware of the existence of the seven forms, she clearly saw that the masters were fighting in different ways. Dooku moved gracefully, smoothly, enjoying the duel with the older master. Yoda, on the other hand, was like an acrobat, often jumping and twisting the sword.      But the rivals were not limited to one sword and used the Force, of course, trying not to harm each other. Therefore, they mainly used it to push each other slightly.      

The duel turned into a real end of the world. It was as if someone in the training room had decided to fireworks. Swords drew circles, semicircles in the air. The Jedi jumped, turned, did somersaults. But unlike Dooku, Yoda's body movements were not as noticeable.      

During the next blow, Yoda, sliding his legs, moved to the left. Another blow. Block. Yoda spun. Bounce. The swords made a cross. Almost perfect. The opponents' blades came together in a clinch. And how many emotions! Gritted teeth, a smile that only he could see, signifying praise. Combat enthusiasm in the eyes. Full attitude and close attention to the weapon.      

Then it stopped abruptly. The masters bounced apart. Apparently, the Force pushed imperceptibly. Or the swords have been moved. Dooku raised his sword high above his head so that the blade looked through her. Two more semicircles. Dooku spun.      

In the next five minutes, he tried twice to make a sweep, to get the grand master to make a mistake. But it didn't work. At some point, Dooku fell and Yoda jumped. There was a grinding of blades.

***      

- Well, how are you better? - Nobi asked his wife, who all day drank, probably, a liter of sedatives. - Look, I say, from the other side. Our Santal will follow in the footsteps of our parents and help people.      

- And will die, most likely, a virgin and early! I have noticed that Jedi die between about twenty and fifty-seven years old. Few! Is this life? Terrible! You can die on your first independent mission! Only the knight, as they say, passed the final exams, and already death. Moreover, if I understood correctly, the Jedi cannot foresee everything. That is, you are flying on a mission and do not know the ending. Take Adira, for example. She died at thirty. And her husband is thirty-five. Is this normal? We could still live. And how many years are allotted by fate for our Santal?      

- But, at least, she will not live a routine life, but a bright, full of events. She will be remembered! 

***      

Dooku threw Yoda a meter with two fingers. He stood up, raised the handle at the level of the nose, so that the blade was looking straight up. A kind of obtuse angle. Twisted a couple of times and turned the sword to the right. Yoda jumped. Dooku wanted to do a head-first somersault. Lunge on the right. Block. Left lunge. Block. A series of semicircles. Infinite multivariate algorithm. Again an endless turntable. It was evident that the masters seemed to be playing with each other, but as if they were fighting at the limit of their possibilities.      

And none of the younglings could tear themselves away from such a grand spectacle for various reasons. Someone just liked it, but someone wanted to adopt some techniques. Santal did not know which group to rank herself in. First of all, she closely followed both. And she liked every swordsman.      

If she was asked who is better, she would not be able to answer. Both showed their best side. The only difference was that Yoda is the very first Jedi she met and for whom she immediately felt respect. She had never heard of Dooku to this day, although she had occasionally read other Jedi files. But in the evening she will definitely fill in the gaps in knowledge. Especially after today. But overall, Dooku made a good impression. The first meeting went well.      

While Santal pondered, Yoda jumped, but Dooku easily blocked the blow without even turning around. Then both turned around, extinguished their swords, and bowed. The audience burst into applause.     

 - See, children? You have seen the skill now. An example of what to strive for, - said Yoda.      

Without exception, all the children looked with a happy smile at the masters. Someone even imagined himself in their place, how he applies all the techniques shown himself and deals with a variety of enemies.     

 And Santal also felt more confident, she can now do everything and cope with everything, no matter what happens. Lost in thought, she was almost left alone in the hall. Glory to Sila, her neighbor gently shoved her, they say, let's go. And she went slowly, not without looking back. But something bothered her, as if she had to do something else and would not be able to sleep or sit still if she didn’t. But what?      

Santal did not immediately think about Landa, but quickly realized that this was not the main cause of concern. Looking around, she saw Dooku, who had gone far enough from her. Then it dawned on the girl. She was overwhelmed with the desire to say something to him. And Yoda too. Maybe a personal congratulation? Maybe. You have to try to understand. But who should you start with?      

Dasha called her again, but Santal replied that she would catch up. After spending a few minutes throwing between two fires, the girl wanted to run up to Dooku, but his trace was gone. Saddened, the daughter of the Jedi decided that while she was looking for an unfamiliar master in a huge building, she would forget why she needed him at all. Therefore, I went to Yoda, the road to which I knew.      

Master Yoda had already returned to his room and was beginning to meditate when there was a knock on the door.      

- Come in.      

- Hello, Master Yoda.      

- Hello youngling. How can I help you? Have a seat.      

Santal sat down directly opposite the master.     

 - To begin with, I wanted to say that the duel was just ... amazing. You were both great! - Santal even clapped twice, at the same time checking her feelings. No, it didn't get much easier. We must act further.      

- Thank you, but I feel that you want to say something else. M?      

- This is the whole problem. I really feel like I missed something. Either you, or Dooku, or someone else. Lande ...      

- Focus, youngling. Immerse yourself in the Force. Feel your thoughts, then you will understand what you want most now. Meditate.     

 Santal immediately sat down in the right position and tried to concentrate. What does she want? Probably nothing from Yoda. From Dooku - to praise and something else. With Landa - make up. Exactly! Dooku! What does she want from him?      

So, all thoughts are on him. Santal played the recent memories in her head. So, she liked the way the master moved and fenced. Wait a minute ... now ... it seems to be getting clearer.      

“Stop,” the girl said aloud. - I have a question. Who is he, Dooku?      

“He was my Padawan.     

 - Wow! - Santal could hardly resist not to squeal happily. It turns out the Grand Master had a Padawan. And she thought he was only teaching younglings. - How lucky he is! The green magister just chuckled in response. - I realized that I want to meet Dooku.      

Santal could not express in words her admiration for what she had learned. Yoda's apprentice means he's the best Jedi in the Order. All sorts of compliments to Dooku's skill seethed in her head, but Santal could not choose the most suitable one. The girl left the master's room and was about to go to Dooku when they crashed into her. And Santal was so lost in thought that she did not immediately recognize who was in front of her.      

- Santal, just in case, I have nothing to do with it! It's not me! I dont know!

[blondrichclosetwitch]

We took off, but it's all hazy

People say I'm going crazy

B—I need a fucking drink. Anyone?

L—Didn’t you feel it? The discontent in you, your whole life? Others manage to be happy around you but you just don’t feel that? I know you’ve both felt it. We talked about it. Wanting to jump when the train came. Maybe just in a corner of the mindsometimes but it was always there. Just in case you decided to listen.

They just don’t admit it.

They just don’t admit it.

L— That may be true but they are telling me This is our job.

M—Please someone take the handcuffs off of me.

B—Well all bets are off so. Honey I think you need to see a doctor.

L—No just listen to me. I felt it when we were together. Remember how tightly we would hold each other? Like we couldn’t let go. When you were high you would clinch me so tight. Because together that feeling of “oh my God it’s going to be OK I have someone who loves me who’s going to be my family and it’s OK that I’m crazy, he’s going to love me anyway.”

We both felt that. You know you felt that. You both felt it. People feel that when they fall in love.

C—Keep going.

L—Something happened, when I …..I can’t even see it. (Starts to get upset. )That’s when I started to hear them. You brought me back here, we all strangely went to sleep, and I started to hear them. Have you ever heard voices before? it’s pretty fucking scary. I didn’t know who they were so of course I started to think maybe I’m crazy.

Or it was the crash you talked about, blond.

But I was too afraid to tell anyone so I just pretended they didn’t…

B—Lula, how… How could you keep that to yourself? We should have gotten you to a doctor right away.

L—Exactly, exactly why I couldn’t tell you. But…

B—Those are delusions. It’s your mind playing tricks on you because it’s been through a psychological trauma and it can’t deal with it, and…

M—What are you guys talking about? ——C—Lula… Got pregnant.

B—

I was there. for the abortion.

M—Oh.

L—And I’ve been hearing them ever since.

C—So what are they saying?

L—They’re saying the baby was a prodigy. that mankind is getting so fucked up that the world needs a new leader. And it had to be a female, and it was her but because she’s gone, it’s up to us, and that we don’t have to feel guilty or self-hatred for what we’ve done, we just have to commit to helping each other,. She’s around us anyways, she’ll be a spiritual support to us.

B—Oh. Is she talking to you too? —L——-Not yet but I don’t know. She’s not even fully formed yet so I don’t know. But this is what they tell me.

B—Jesus fucking Christ Lula, do you know how crazy you sound.

L—You are focusing on the wrong thing. I’m telling you the wrong thing. It’s my fault that was too much, I’m sorry.

B—We can talk this through with someone… But listen to me we need to get to the point of why were all locked up,

fucked up whatever you want to call it.

M—

I am locked up because I don’t know who has the goddamn key and Lula seriously I am calling your mother, she needs to know that you have fucking lost it.

L—

You’re assuming it’s not true but you knew I was gifted before. You knew it. Don’t make like I’m crazy. Don’t do it miso. I see. And I am here because you’re all asleep.

B—We’re asleep? Listen you fucking degenerate waitress you can’t do anything without smoking weed so I’d say you’re the one who’s asleep.

L—You’re right. I can’t deal with the world sober. I can’t live with the volume all the way up. You take pills to lessen it, I smoke pot. I can’t breathe without it. Do you understand what is happening to me?

B—You’re a train wreck Lula.

L— Just because my brain is different than yours doesn’t make me a train wreck.

B—You’re holding us at knife point. You need help.

L— I am trying to explain to you. But you can’t even let me answer a question can you? Because you’re scared. You have to go right into your little intellectual narrative” Lulu is crazy, she can’t hold any truth, she’s just a pot smoking waitress.” the little competitive voice inside of you seeps out, Fear pouring out of you.

M—I’m afraid.

L—me too.

B—Fear! Of what??

L—You’re afraid of losing him. You’re afraid of our sex. You’re afraid to question the plan. You’re afraid of your connection with me. But mostly you’re afraid that I might be right.

(To christopher) And you’re working so much so you don’t have to think about all the things that plague your brain like how unhappy you are. And you just wanna cling to the next sparkly thing that doesn’t know all the darkness you’re hiding and how much you hate yourself. You think the newness will be different.

B— what’s yours?

L—My fear? That no one will ever love me again. That I made the biggest mistake of my life. That you won’t believe me.

C— so what’s the answer?

L— they tell me we’re supposed to work our shit out. Be a strong force.

B— this is officially bullshit. you are making this shit up.

L—This way of living, this “I won’t let anyone else love you because they might give you more, and you might love them better than me” or “no I don’t want to hear anything about them because then they might be real and I certainly don’t want you fucking them in our house or “ I can’t use the word love because I made a promise to not fall in love” and “ let me rush right over and give you an engagement ring to calm you down”…… you know what, fuck marriage. marriage is an outdated construct designed by the patriarchy to imprison us to the idea that another person can make us feel safe or give us any guarantee at all.

Get it through your heads we are doing it wrong. We have this amazing opportunity to take our lives, our damaged lives, and bring them all together with our strengths and weaknesses and create a force.

B—You’re just trying to stop us from getting married because you want him.

L— it’s not going to last.

B— what?

L— it’s not going to last, just the two of you. Both of you need more.

That’s just not your job

[snarkwrites]

02 | gangsta, sweetpea; riverdale

Notes:

First of all, it hurts my heart. It physically PAINS ME... to write Reggie as the cocky fuckboy jerk he was in season 2. But, here we are. So.. there’s that. Secondly, this was not at all, in any stretch of my imagination... how I was intending this second part to go. If anything, I was going to hold off on actually writing this for at least two more parts. But again, here we are.

I just needed Alyssa to kind of... Show me more, so that kind of happens here... Anyway.. I honestly like how this turned out. Again, I preface with this.. I haven’t written much for Riverdale. I’m still figuring people and things out. So I’m sorry if it’s OOC or anything.

Summary:

Opposites attract.. But will the sparks create an inferno or will everything go up in flames?

Pairing:

Sweetpea x Andrews!OFC, Alyssa. (FYI, she was originally his fraternal twin but I’ve decided in my head that she’s a year younger than he is.))

Warnings:

Teen angst. Drama. Fights and other typical shenanigans. Fluff. Heavy sexual tension. I’d say slow burn too, so be warned. Eventual smut. Oh and a heavy caution because I’m only loosely following the series here. I’m picking and choosing things.

Other Parts:

[ one - soundtrack ]

Other Stuff:

[ faq - tag list doc ] 

Tagging:

@brithedemonspawn​ 

If anybody else wants to be tagged in this lemme know I guess? I’ll add you to my Riverdale tag list!

                                                 TWO.

I tensed as I walked past the section in the hallway where the few Ghoulies lockers happened to be. If people thought Serpents were scary, they obviously hadn’t ever encountered a Ghoulie before.

I’d almost made it past when one of them, a dark haired guy with these hollow eyes called out to me with a menacing laugh, “Hey honey? I gotta ask.. The carpet match the drapes?”

I clenched my fists. Took a deep breath and reminded myself that the Ghoulies were not a group of people I particularly wanted to be on the radar of. At all. I took another step or two. Picking up my pace. Trying to avoid any and all potential conflict because god knows, we’ve had more than enough of that since Riverdale and South Side merged into one school.

But he repeated himself.

I stopped and turned back to look at him.

To hide the fact that my hands were shaking, I placed one on my hip. Biting my lip as I took a breath or two just to keep from giving away the tangible fear I felt in the moment.

,, And naturally, Reggie is nowhere to be found. Because you’ve been avoiding him like a child since the argument. Of course this happens now...” the thought came but I shoved it right out of my head. For one thing, since when did I need Reggie, or anyone for that matter, rushing in to protect me from the big scary gangsters? Just the realization that I’d actually become one of the girls I used to roll my eyes at when I lived in Chicago with mom had me disgusted with myself.

And like that, the Andrews temper rose to the surface before I could stop it.

“Was a simple question, honey? You slow?” the Ghoulie stepped out into the middle of the hallway. Not too close to me, but still too close for my personal comfort. I gulped. Stepped back to put more distance between the two of us.

“ Are you slow, asshole?” I asked quietly. Wanting to pat myself on the back for how calmly I kept my tone.

He chuckled and shook his head, stepping closer all over again. Eyeing me up and down as if I were a piece of meat and he was hungry. Licking his lip and somehow making the gesture seem so lewd I had to fight back the bile as it rose in my throat.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, cherry?”

“I asked if you’re slow. You’re the one out here repeating asinine questions. My lack of a response should’ve been your first clue I wasn’t going to answer.” I shrugged. The shake in my hands doubled. My voice wavered just slightly at the end of my comment and I prayed to hell that this giant fuckhead couldn’t smell fear because if he could, I was royally screwed.

,, you should have just kept walking but nooooo. Now look where  your temper’s gotten you.” the thought came just as the guy stepped closer. Glaring down at me.

“Ya know you’re lucky I like ‘em cute and feisty. Mantle’s little piece of ass, right?” he sneered as he mentioned Reggie.

“I don’t belong to anybody, you bag of dicks.” I stated. Starting to get more irritated. Starting to get entirely too big for my britches.

“Is that so?” he snarled, looking me up and down. Making me cringe in disgust as he did so because somehow, the way he was looking at me made me feel just so… Dirty.

“If you get any closer I’m going to punch you in the cock.” my jaw clenched and I muttered the words, lowering my hand. Gazing up at him with what I hoped was the calmest ‘don’t fuck with me’ look I could muster.

“Easy cherry.” ,,What the hell is Sweetpea doing here?” the thought came and I almost asked him that question but before I could say anything more, I was being pulled out of the way and further down the hall by Sweetpea. Left to stand there and puzzle out exactly why he chose to intervene as he stormed back down the hall and practically threw the dark haired Ghoulie up against the locker, a thick forearm right across the Ghoulies throat.

Snarling something at him that I couldn’t hear from where I stood. I took a few shaky breaths and watched the confrontation with concern. Tension filling my body as I hugged my notebooks against me. More than once I started to walk down.

Try to stop things before they turned into an actual shit show. It was the second time I was about to that Toni Topaz, one of the only two people I’d ever seen Sweetpea speak to, cleared her throat from beside me and stretched out an arm.

“Oh no you don’t, Ariel. What you’re going to do is stand right here. Like a good little Vixen. We clear?”

I eyed her, not entirely sure whether she was insulting me or genuinely trying to keep me out of harms way. The soft laugh and little smile she gave me, calm but firm as she nodded her head and spoke again. “Say you agree. Because trust me… You don’t want in the middle of this.”

“But..” I protested, going quiet. Giving up on trying to make sense of any of this. My eyes scanning the hall for Reggie, for my brother, for anybody familiar. Anybody I deemed just a little safer.

I spotted Jughead sprinting towards the ongoing altercation, pulling the two apart, shoving at Sweetpea as the two of them proceeded to have words and Jughead got Sweetpea away from the Ghoulie.

“Thank god.” I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. Relaxed a little bit. From beside me, Toni spoke up again.

“Ya know.. It really says a lot about your so called boyfriend that the entire time you were just about to dive right in over your head that he was down by Mandy’s locker, flirting as if you weren’t even an issue.”

I winced at her words. Sighed and shrugged. “We’re not exactly on speaking terms right now.”

“I kind of figured. Pretty sure the entire school heard you two fighting in the hallway after Biology.” Toni mused, studying me intently. 

I shook my head, shrugging again. Wincing because they probably had. I’d had to hear about it from pretty much every single person in my third period class. Constantly getting reminded how Reggie was ‘like.. The hottest guy in school’ and I was ‘lucky he noticed me to begin with…’

,, oddly enough, not feeling so lucky right now.” the thought came and despite trying to ignore it, I couldn’t shake it this time. 

Toni eyed me in concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just been a long and crappy day. I’m half tempted to ditch.” I admitted. At the suggestion, she gave a smirk. Grabbing hold of my arm and practically dragging me towards the double doors that lead out into the parking lot.

“Where on earth are we going?” I asked in a laugh. The first laugh I’d actually had all day.

“We’re ditching, duh. C’mon. We’ll go down to the quarry. Or go play Mortal Kombat at the Wyrm. Unless you’re scared…” Toni stopped to gaze at me, a challenging smirk as she tapped her foot.

The guy I always saw her with around campus caught up to us. “You ditchin without me, Topaz? What the hell?”

“Cherry here needs a break.” Toni answered. At this point, I didn’t even bother trying to correct her about the name. It wouldn’t do any good. It hadn’t in the entire two weeks I’d spent as Sweetpea’s partner in Biology. Somehow I got the distinct impression that this was my nickname now and it was going to stick. No matter what I did.

I eyed Toni, not quite sure what was going on. Why was she being nice to me at all when everyone I knew were so quick to be mean and angry that they had to share a school with what my so called friends referred to as ‘trash’ or in Cheryl’s case, ‘total degenerates.’.. I found myself wondering why she’d bother giving me a chance at all. If I were in her position.. I pushed the thought out of my head. Because I had been in her position. I could’ve spoken up. I could’ve been nasty about Sweetpea being paired with me in class. I could’ve been a bully like pretty much everyone else around me was but I’d mostly just kept to myself.

It was mostly out of self preservation, but also, because if anyone from Riverdale had known me when I lived in Chicago at the start of the year, they’d quickly realize I was… Not the girl I seem to be here. That I was probably closer to a Serpent than I was a true Northsider. 

Here I’m just trying to keep my head down and stay out of trouble. Trying to make life easier on my father while he’s healing from nearly dying earlier in the year. Trying to keep my brother and my father from making a big mistake and drifting apart all because my brother’s gotten too full of himself lately and he’s letting Hiram Lodge and all the ‘gifts’ the man seems willing to dispense go straight to his head. Mostly because I promised my mother when she sent me here to live with Dad and Archie that I was absolutely not going to get into any more trouble than I’d gotten into while living with her. That I was going to turn over a new leaf. Because according to her, I was ‘starting to scare the shit out of her’ with some of the things I’d managed to get myself caught right in the middle of.

Deep down I knew I stood out amongst my so called ‘friends’ like a sore thumb. I was only on the Vixens because I happened to be a gymnast and danced since I could walk. I was only with Reggie because he thought I was hot and I was dumb enough to fall for his pretty face, fast car and smooth talk. I knew I was an imposter. I was miserable too, because while I was finally able to enjoy living with my dad and my brother and make up for lost time with them I wasn’t able to breathe or relax and be myself without worrying if someone was going to see right through me.

It was pathetic if I really stopped to think about it.

I think Fangs was more than a little puzzled too because he went to say something but Toni elbowed him in the side and shot him a silencing glare before fixing her gaze on me all over again.

“I said, we’re skipping.. Unless Cherry here is too chicken.”

“You realize she’s a North Sider..” Fangs pointed out. Ignoring Toni’s glare this time and eyeing me warily. I squared my shoulders, gazing up at him defiantly.

“You realize that I’m standing right here.” I piped up, giving Fangs Fogarty a pout and glaring. I took a deep breath and glanced over my shoulder at Riverdale High.

I just wanted one afternoon to breathe.

One afternoon wouldn’t hurt…

I smirked as my eyes met Toni’s. “Okay. Alright. I’m in.”

“I knew it! Something told me you weren’t just another mindless cheer zombie.” Toni remarked. At this rate, I didn’t dare question or ask what she meant by it. Something in my gut told me to just roll with whatever was happening.

Right up until the point Sweetpea caught up to the three of us. Glaring at me. With a bruise forming on his jaw and an angry gleam in his eyes. “What the hell is she doing tagging along?”

“She’s coming with, Pea.” Toni stated firmly. Sweetpea snickered. “Yeah, no. Not happening.”

“She’s coming.” Toni argued, tapping her foot against the pavement, folding her arms over her chest. “The more we argue this, the more we stand the chance of being caught.”

Sweetpea grumbled and glared at me. “Fine. But I don’t want to hear a fucking word when we’re all sitting in detention because Cherry here gets a guilty conscience and runs to snitch.”

“Asshole.” I snapped at him.

“Princess.” he snapped right back.

“ Have you ever been swimming at the quarry?” Toni asked as we all made a break for the treeline. The school was getting further behind us and the further it got, the more free I felt.

“ A time or two.” I answered. “Usually at night though.”

This got me a look from all three of them.

“At night?”

“Yeah. What? Like you guys aren’t out till all hours doing whatever… I just wanted to go swim and look at the stars…” I trailed off.

“You realize there’s a serial killer going around offing people right now, right?” Sweetpea was gazing at me as if I’d lost my mind. So were Fangs and Toni.

“Yeah. I know. Trust me, I know. Kind of why I had a knife with me.” I shrugged as I spotted a path I used when I ditched during my first week of school at Riverdale High. I started towards it.

“The path is over here, Cherry.” Sweetpea called out in annoyance. Grumbling to himself about how bringing me along was a bad idea.

“That path maybe. This one is faster. Comes out right on the bank.” I stopped and turned back to look at the three of them. Tapping my foot impatiently.

“You can trust me.” I stated calmly. “I found this path my first week here. I ditched during History.”

“Color me shocked.” Fangs eyed me in amusement. Toni gave a soft laugh as she caught up to me.

“Are you sure coming with you guys was a good idea?” I asked her while the guys were out of earshot. I didn’t want to cause problems between her and her friends. Or make the afternoon tense.

“I get sick of being the only girl. I don’t care if it was or not. They can learn to love it.” Toni flashed me a grin as we pushed through thick shrubs and found ourselves standing on the creekbank.

I eyed the water. “Well, it’s either stand here or swim. C’mon.” I called out to Toni as I stepped to the water’s edge and turned back to smirk at her. Turning her own earlier words around. “I mean.. Unless you’re a chicken, Toni.”

“I know you did not just..” Toni laughed as we dove in. Sweetpea and Fangs stepped onto the bank swearing up a storm and glaring and as they stepped closer to the water, Toni and I swam over and sent up the biggest splash we could manage.

Neither of them were amused.

By the time we were finished swimming, the sun was starting to go down. I happened to remember I was supposed to be at cheerleading practice. And then the thought occurred to me that I honestly just wasn’t feeling it today. If I went to practice I’d have to deal with Reggie. And I just wasn’t in the mood to talk to him yet.

I was still upset about our fight in the hallway that morning. I was starting to really step back and think long and hard about just how one-sided everything actually was between Reggie and I.

“Hey, won’t the Vixens have a meltdown if you miss practice, Cherry?”

It was Sweetpea’s not so subtle way of telling me to leave. I wasn’t stupid, I could see it from the look in his eyes.

Toni glared at him and Sweetpea shrugged, sitting up. Wrapping his arms around his knees as he stared out at the water. “She’s only here because she’s bored anyway.” he muttered, making me growl to myself quietly.

I started to stand and make my exit, but Toni shook her head. “C’mon. Live a little.”

I eyed the opening in the treeline and her and flopped back against the sandy bank. “Honestly, I don’t even care at this point. I’d really rather not see Reggie or deal with anybody’s crap. Screw it. I’ve already avoided it all this long...”

I sat up after a second or two, staring out at the water. I’d have to go home soon and honestly, I didn’t want to do that either, because I knew that if Archie and dad weren’t fighting, they’d be giving each other the silent treatment.

And the tension between my dad and my brother was starting to drive me crazy.

Just as the sun completely vanished, we stepped out of the trees and into Pickens Park. Just between the North and the South side.

“I should get going. My dad’s got enough to worry about with Archie and his growing ego lately. I’ll see you guys around, okay?” 

“Hey,Cherry?” Toni called out just as I turned to start walking towards my father’s house. I stopped and turned back, smiling, “Yeah?”

“Maybe for a Northsider you’re not the worst.” Toni gave a teasing grin as she added, “See you around.”

“Maybe for a Serpent you’re not completely scary.” I smiled back at her before turning to hurry towards my father’s house just as I spotted the patrol car turning in at the top of our street.

Probably out looking for people violating the city wide curfew. I definitely didn’t want to be caught doing that.

Just as I stepped through the front door, Archie spoke up.

“Reggie couldn’t find you after practice. And I didn’t see you after third period. Where did you go, Alyssa?”

“ I left. I got tired of the bullshit, Archie.”

“Yeah, I told him to let you cool down. I also talked to him about the way he’s been treating you.”

“Archie, what the entire fuck, why would you do that?” I groaned, raising my hand to my forehead.

“Because you’re my sister and I know when you’re hurt. And I don’t like it when you’re hurt. I’m supposed to protect you, pixie.”

“Archie, I clearly handled the situation.”

“ I know, but I wanted to remind him what would happen if he hurt you.”

I grumbled and took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. After a second or two, I hugged my brother, raising to tiptoe to fluff his hair a little. “How’s dad tonight?”

“He’s at the construction site. He had to go in and meet with someone, I think.”

I started to head up to my room and Archie called out to me, making me laugh. “ I know you skipped today. My lips are sealed.”

“Thank you.” I smiled before turning and disappearing up the stairs, stepping into my room and flopping across my bed.

I plugged in my phone to charge and once it had charged, it started to blow up with notifications.

At least half of them were worried texts and voicemails from Reggie. I braced myself and hit call.

XXX

The phone rang and Reggie’s arm shot out, fumbling around on the nightstand blindly. Once he had it in his hand, he answered sleepily.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Thank fucking god. You scared the hell out of me, princess. Where were you?” Reggie’s words tumbled out practically on top of each other. he took a deep breath or two and muttered quietly, “Thank god you’re okay. You can’t pull shit like this. There’s a serial killer...” Reggie went quiet.

“I needed some space. I left after second period.”

“Archie told me you were pretty upset. Listen.. I’m..” Reggie trailed off as she sighed and muttered, “Yeah. I know, you’re sorry. I’m sorry too.”

“I was just trying to tell you that the Serpents are dangerous, okay? Because I saw Sweetpea flirting with you during Biology and guys like that only want one thing, princess. And he’d say anything to get it too.”

He frowned when Alyssa grumbled and then spoke up. Shutting down the conversation. She seemed distant. Quieter tonight. It wasn’t like after any of their arguments were they made up, talked things out and she was back to being bubbly and happy.

It had him concerned.

It had him more than a little irritated at Sweetpea for all the flirting he’d done earlier. Worried that something the guy said or did might have gotten her attention. He didn’t like the thought of it at all.

,, you only want her because she’s new territory, man. Don’t go catching feelings like some weak little bitch.” his mind taunted, but the sad part of it all was that he was starting to realize that it was too late for that. He’d caught feelings months ago.

And now, thanks to bullshit and a fucking Serpent, he might be about to lose her… ,, and the bet, man.. Remember the bet? If you lose, you’re going to look like a little bitch.”

But the bet didn’t even matter anymore. He just didn’t want to lose her.

“Alyssa.. I really mean it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Reggie. Listen… It’s getting late. I’m going to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

Before he could say anything else, he got the  dial tone. Swearing, he lightly slammed his fist down on his nightstand and took a few shaky breaths.

He wanted to kick himself. If he’d known any of this was coming, he would’ve spoken up back when the teacher gave them their Biology partners.

,, yeah but you didn’t and now it might be a little too late… No. No it’s not. Not if I can help it...”

[medea10]

Medea’s Worst Year of All-Time Anime/Game Superlative

Nobody saw this year coming…except for maybe Barbara Walters! Who could have predicted that this year would bless us with Australia burning, the entire west coast of the U.S. set on fire, stupid people setting fires because they wanted to reveal a baby’s gender, murder hornets, Ruth Bader Ginsburg dying, an almost war with Iran, serial killer mascots arrested, policemen killing unarmed black folks for having a counterfit $20, policemen killing unarmed black folks for breaking up a fight, policemen killing black folks for holding sandwiches, policemen killing unarmed black folks for fucking sleeping, a wide variety of “Karens” coming out of the woodworks, the end of Bojack, the end of Steven Universe, the end of Empire, and a pandemic so huge it’s killed the economy, canceled fun, and given the U.S. president the dumb-fuck idea of injecting bleach to kill the virus!?

SERIOUSLY, WHO COULD HAVE PREDICTED ALL OF THIS WAS GOING TO FALL IN OUR LAPS LIKE HOT COFFEE ON THE CROTCH?!

At least there was anime this year.

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At least there was SOME anime this year.

…

Biden won the election and Vickeblanca came out with Black Catcher this year.

Hey internet, it’s Medea here to give you her trashy opinion on this years anime and games that she’s watched or played. Because for some reason, my loser-ass loves to do out-dated as fuck memes! I shouldn’t complain, this shit brings a lot of attention to my page every year when I do this. Yes, 2020 was a complete dumpster fire so large that Domestic Girlfriend is crying foul. Many of us had to go on lockdown and ended up binge-watching the entire 957+ episodes of One Piece. I did no such thing. I am one of those “essential workers” so I didn’t hunker down for 9 months straight. But when I was home, I was watching anime. Actually, I would have done that even without the pandemic. I’m an introvert and find the human race to be deplorable.

You all know how this goes. I go over the best this year had to offer me. I had to search really hard to find the good in this year, especially in the anime world. Many things had to be put on hiatus or were delayed to a later date. Just a reminder, I don’t discriminate in what year the anime or game came out. If something came out in the happier times of 2007, that anime or game counts! Let’s get at it!

First Fandom of 2020: Interspecies Reviewers

Did anyone expect a fan-favorite of 2020 was going to be a hentai? Did anyone have on their batshit 2020 bingo card that a hentai was going to grab everybody’s attention? At the beginning of the year, my mind was set on the Railgun sequel and Eizoken. It wasn’t until licensors, streaming sites, and TV stations in Japan dropped this series that I started to pay attention. And got immediately hooked! It’s about three men going to different brothels and reviewing their time with the ladies. And these ladies are of different species! So with every bang comes possible enlightenment, new kinks, or a night of having your dick sucked off more than humanly possible. This anime blew away all of my skepticism and first impressions right out the window. Maybe it’s because I’m a degenerate and am often curious about sexual content, but this was a guilty pleasure of mine this year.

Favorite Main Character of 2020: Moroha from Yashahime

I know the majority of this story is going to revolve around Towa and Setsuna, but can we please focus a little more energy on the spunky, quarter-demon girl?! I know they’re pitting Moroha as the comic relief, but I’m hopeful that she’s going to surprise us one day. We fans of InuYasha would spend the past decade and some change wondering what InuYasha and Kagome’s daughter would be like. This year, we got our answer with Moroha. She’s got this wild side to her, probably due to the fact that she’s spent her entire life on her own. And while she’s silly at times, she can get down to business in a pinch. She has her father’s sense of smell. She has a sword. She’s able to shoot sacred arrows much like her mother. And to top it all off, she has this special rouge that if she puts it on, she’s able to unleash that ¼ demon power inside her and become Beniyasha! Yeah, I know the power only lasts a minute, she’s only 14, give her a break! I will gladly go through another week scratching my head at the confusion this story gives me if I get to see one more second of Moroha and her crazy antics or her bad-ass slaying.

Favorite Villain of 2020: The Devil Believers from Black Clover

This was one hell of a year for Black Clover. It would have been an easy choice to pick the devil and possible super devil that appeared during the elf fight. But I’d like to give a nod to the filler arc villains. And you can’t blame this group for wanting the power of the devil. They’re literally the bottom-rung of the Clover Kingdom and ones with little to no power or mana. So I can agree with why they would want the power of the devil. For one thing, they’d have more power. And for another thing, they’d be able to exact revenge on those who have wronged them. On some occasions I agree with exacting revenge and when it comes to the nobles and some characters in Black Clover, some folks do deserve death. I mean, have you met the king of the Clover Kingdom? Plus, this town and many other poorer towns get looked over by the kingdom. Peasant uprise! Anyways, I thought these people were really crafty in their crimes. I mean, they were able to knock Asta out on his ass with specially made poisons. I was actually hooked to this story of Black Clover (despite it being a filler arc). I know we’ll never see them again as they have been exiled, but it did have me semi-rooting for them.

Favorite Video Game Character of 2020: Honey from Pokemon – Sword & Shield (Expansion Pass)

Sorry Raymond from Animal Crossing!

Honey is the saucy wife of Mustard…I did not expect that to come out the way it did, but here we are! She has one hell of a team you can fight once a day. She looks out for her husband, the dojo, and the students of the dojo like they were her own children by providing food, drinks, and others. However that does come at a price as you do have to give up a sizable chunk of your watts that you collect in raid dens. I’m sure a bunch of MILF chasers were more than happy enough to give her all their hard-earned watts just so they can have their one-on-one moment on the beach with Honey.

What won me over was when that one guy from a rival dojo bad-mouthed her husband’s dojo and she…I think she kicked this guy’s ass herself. I don’t think she used any of her pokemon. Game Freak won’t show it, but we all know she kicked this guy’s ass to a point where he’s begging for mercy.

Honey, for the win!

Favorite Game of 2020: Animal Crossing New Horizons

This game was just Zen for me. I know the release of this game came with some controversy like Gamestop saying it’s an essential business and will remain open for people to get their copies of the game. Hell, I was one of those assholes in line waiting to get a copy on March 20th. Did I predict that a pandemic was going to rage out of control when I got a prepay copy of this for Christmas 2019? NO! I only predict political things, not deadly pandemics! The good news, we social distanced, didn’t catch the covid and got the game.

Anyways, this game has been a non-stop calming and fun ride. I can even forgive their botch-up of Bunny Day. They even have events for holidays I never thought they would ever touch. I mean, does anybody know when Museum Day is? Probably not until Animal Crossing had an event for it! I’ve been able to let my freak-flag fly with designing my island. And this goes way beyond New Leaf for the 3DS. I can make a sign post with the words “Fuck Trump” on it and post it in my yard. I can dig up trees and plant them elsewhere. I can poop in a toilet. I can craft furniture and put my own design on it. My furniture can have Tracey Sketchit’s beautiful mug on it. I can sit on Tracey Sketchit’s face. I am a sick fuck and I don’t care. I can give Raymond and Bob maid outfits. Magical time in my game! My hopes for next year…I don’t know, get the Festivale furniture, get Papi and Olivia to join my island, maybe visit Danny Trejo’s island, who knows, sky’s da limit!

Favorite Het Couple of 2020: Nasa and Tsukasa Yuzaki from Tonikawa

This is one of the most unorthodox marriages I’ve ever seen. But in this 90 Day Fiance world we’re living in, I shouldn’t pass judgement on these two getting married in episode one and not knowing much about each other. Nasa meets Tsukasa as he was about to be plowed by a truck. Tsukasa saves his life. Nasa says she’s beautiful. Tsukasa says she’ll be his girlfriend if they get married. He agrees. She disappears. Four years later, Tsukasa appears in front of Nasa’s front door with a marriage registration form. Congratulations buddy, you’ve got yourself a waifu! In some way, this felt like watching Yamato and Takeo from My Love Story. I was fascinated with them progressing through their relationship. The only difference is that Yamato and Takeo took the old-fashioned route. This couple did everything ass-backwards in terms of having a relationship. But I couldn’t take my eyes off Nasa and Tsukasa’s relationship during each episode. I find them cute.

Favorite Yuri Couple of 2020: Karin Asaka x Emma Verde from Love Live Nijigasaki High School Idol Club

AAAAAAAAAH! I’M IN IDOL HELL AGAIN! Yeah, no kidding! I came this close to putting Miu x Nicole from that abomination 22/7. But thank God for Love Live! There’s no telling if any of the girls from the Love Live franchise are confirmed to be lesbians. But fuck it, all of them attend all-girl schools, no males exist anywhere, and Sunshine gave us Kanan x Mari! Yeah, you know Kanan and Mari is canon as fuck, don’t at me. So naturally, I found more third-years to ship in the new Love Live series. Now I know I should have put up Ai x Rina or Ayumu x Yuu. Especially the latter due to recent events! But Emma x Karin is my OTP.

Now Emma is an exchange student from Switzerland and in coming to Nijigasaki, she first meets Karin and they became instant friends. When Emma said she wants to become an idol, Karin helped her quite a bit. Even though Karin had no interest in being an idol as her modeling career is starting up, Karin would occasionally help Emma out. And surprise, surprise, Karin ends up fascinated with the idol world and Emma helps her come to the light to be herself there. Okay, I’m totally reading this in some fragmented way, but I’m currently playing Love Live School Idol Festival All Stars and the app game has a lot more stuff involving stuff the anime has yet to talk about. Confirmed or not, Karin x Emma for the win!

Favorite Yaoi Couple of 2020: Eiji Okumura x Ash Lynx from Banana Fish

It took me a while to get here, but I finally made it to 2018’s overlooked gem. Forgive me for not being fully caught up, but from what I’m watching at the moment, I’m sticking to my guns and supporting the hell out of this. I mean, I could have mentioned The Titan’s Bride here…but fuck no, I ain’t goin’ down that mess! Ash has gone through a lot, I mean a helluva lot in his past. His cute boy looks have made him a target on the streets of New York, with mafia dons, and with prison inmates. But dude can kill if you mess with him. Then you have Eiji, who is just a literal example of a “pure cinnamon roll (until episode 8)”. These two are as opposite as you can possibly get. Ash is from New York and Eiji is from Japan. Ash likes hot dogs with everything on it. Eiji likes grilled fish and natto. Ash spent the majority of his life killing on the streets. Eiji was a track superstar. You get my meaning. But when we got these two together it’s quite adorable. Ash is really able to change when he’s around Eiji. Ash isn’t some heartless killer on the street about to kill a thug with prosthetic fingers. When he’s with Eiji, he’s a joker that can easily get scared of pumpkins. And even in later episodes, you got these two acting like a husband and wife.

Fandom That You Didn’t Expect to Get Into: Les Miserables – A Girl Named Cosette

Let me explain a little something. Les Mis! I have never seen the play, watched the movie, or read the novel prior to picking up this anime. Not a single one of those! And that’s a bit of a head-scratcher when you realize I was a bit of a musical theater nut in my teenage years. But one thing I do like is when Japan does an anime based on plays or historical events (like Romeo x Juliet or Rose of Versailles). The second I popped in Les Miserables the anime, I wanted to binge watch the whole 52 episode series. It is by no means a perfect adaptation of the Victor Hugo novel. Several key players end up surviving all the way up to the end of the story! But because this was my very first viewing of anything Les Mis, I took to the story of Cosette and was eager to see what was going to happen next in her tale. Unlike the movies and play, Cosette was the main focus of the story besides Jean Valjean and Javert. And thanks to watching the unfortunate stories of Cosette, Jean Valjean, the Thenadiers, Javert, Marius, and the rest, I thought it was time to watch the OTHER adaptations to Les Mis.

…

Russell Crowe sucks.

Fandom That Made An Unexpected Comeback: Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni

Higurashi or When They Cry is one of my favorite fandoms of all time! So naturally when we heard that it was making a comeback, I was excited. It was also very odd that Higurashi was given this sequel or reboot. Ahem! There’s another franchise that needs a face-lift. Umineko still deserves a better treatment. Plus, now that this series was out of the faulty hands of Studio Deen, Higurashi will get the special care it deserves. Believe it or not, it wasn’t just the anime that made a comeback for me, but the manga as well. Since 2009, I’ve read several volumes (out of order) and would every now and then come back to read the story. Back to the anime, this reboot or sequel…you know what, I’m gonna call it a “rebooqual”! This rebooqual sucked me back to the town of Hinamizawa and all the murders. Every week, I find myself comparing the current episode to one from the 2006 version. But then the fourth episode of each arc seems to catch me off guard.

Where are they going with this story and these twist endings to our favorite arcs? I did not expect Rena to turn a simple attempted murder into the end of School Days! I didn’t expect Rika to die in the most disgusting fashion they could think of. Could someone kill Teppei fucking Hojo? I will pay ¥5000 for someone to do that job. So yeah, because I know how much of this plays out and who does what, I’m usually watching and reading while making wise-ass remarks. But I still have fun with it.

Fandom That Inspired the Most Crack: Konosuba

In a year where I caught up with the popular Isekais like Shield Hero and Re:Zero, I found the wacky misadventures of Kazuma Satou to be amusing as all get-out. From the first 5 minutes, I found myself laughing at Kazuma’s misfortune. Seriously, how the fuck do you mistake a tractor for a car, have a heart attack, piss yourself, and fucking die in the first couple minutes to the series? You can only get away with this shit in gag animes! But it’s not just Kazuma’s dumbass, there’s a mage who only does explosions, but loses all her energy after one blow-up. Then there’s a busty, blonde who gets turned on by getting hurt and can’t strike anything with her sword. Anime’s biggest masochist or Cheryl Tunt incarnate, I haven’t decided which one to believe! Then you have this loud, crazy goddess chick named Aqua. She’s also useless about 86% of the time! Watching their unfortunate missions is all the crack that I need to get through this year. Seriously, Darkness is just all kinds of fucked up, but we love her.

Last Fandom of 2020: Yashahime

That’s right, the InuYasha sequel gets top spot here! Even though week after week I find myself asking more questions than when the episode started, I’m still hooked. If you’re like me, you watched and fell in love with the series InuYasha. So if they’re doing a sequel, you’re expecting to see all of your favorite characters from the prequel like InuYasha, Kagome, Miroku, Sango, Sesshomaru, Koga, Rin, and the rest. Actually, no! Quite the opposite! We’ve got Sesshomaru’s daughters, but no Sesshomaru. Rin is sleeping in a tree we think! We’ve got InuYasha and Kagome’s daughter, but they’re M.I.A. None of the girls even know a thing about their birth parents.

Now are these new characters a catch like the ones from the previous series? Some are! The three main girls, yes! Especially Moroha! I’ve already praised her name earlier in the superlative. Towa and Setsuna do take on some personality traits from their parents. Setsuna is definitely serious like Sesshomaru and Towa sometimes has a carefree yet loyal aura to her like Rin. I know I’m always skeptical when a series gives us a sequel featuring the offspring of the main characters. Especially when you’ve got some lame examples like Boruto and Eureka Seven AO (I might retract my diss on Boruto later)! As each week gives us a new episode, we’re unraveling new clues into a lot of things involving our old favorite characters, as well as the new ones. So I have high hopes for Yashahime for the time being!

[nightfallgame]

Ok... maybe orgams denial for Victoria...? I'm very embarassed lol

Don’t be embarrassed, anon~ We’re all degenerates here uwu

. . . 

Once again, the vibrator pulls away just a moment too soon. 

Viktoria is left with a sore, tingling clit and the awful feeling of yet another orgasm fading away from her. 

“No--!” she keens, twisting against where her wrists are cuffed to the bed. If she could move at all, she’d be touching herself, but you have her hands and feet bound to the point where she can’t even close her legs. “Come on--! Th-This is cruel. L-Let me co-come already, please...?”

You’ve been at this for what feels like hours. You hold the vibrator to Viktoria’s painfully sensitive clit, her hood pulled neatly out of the way, and keep it there right until she’s about to finally get some relief. 

Then, you take every bit of stimulation and leave her to squirm. 

“Patience, honey.” You’re smiling. You roll one of her nipples between your fingers. Viktoria wants to scream. 

The vibrator goes right back to her clit after she’s had a minute to ‘calm down’. Viktoria moans the second it makes contact, her head slamming back against the bed as she struggles to buck into the contact. She’s drooling all over herself. Her clit feels so swollen and overstimulated that it almost hurts. 

She gets closer, closer, right to the edge--

And you pull away again. 

But this time, you turn the vibrator off altogether and go to untie her ankles. Viktoria is suddenly very, very confused. 

“Wh-Why...?”

“We’re done for now. You won’t be coming tonight. You can wait, can’t you? I know you’re a slutty little thing, but you will wait for me to be ready to give you what you want.” The smile you give her is pure, peaceful cruelty. 

Viktoria stares at you wide-eyed. This is too much. She’s so turned on that she can barely stand it. If you don’t do something, she’s going to die. But-- Your rules are what go, and if she wants to be good for you... then she has no choice but to make herself wait. 

“Go take a shower, honey. A cold one. Get yourself cooled down and come cuddle with me. We’ll finish this later.” You kiss her cheek, gently. 

“Y-Yes, I’ll do that....” Obedience, as always. 

[znaeb]

Coming home to you. | Z.K.

The only thing that Zion wanted right now was her.

His stress level was higher than a motherfucker, his anxiety was getting up there, his whole body hurt, and he hadn’t slept well in days. The tour was literally the most amazing thing to ever happen to him, but it was also the most exhausting thing he’d ever put himself through.

He was hoping to facetime her tonight after the show, but the boys got back to the bus later than he thought and he was sure she'd be sleeping by now. He sent a quick text just to see and waited anxiously for a response. Nothing.

He sighed and tossed his phone onto his bunk before going to the kitchenette to find some food. He searched through all the cabinets and found nothing that looked even remotely appealing, so he went back, changed his clothes, and got in bed to sleep.

As he laid there he thought about a lot, his brain wouldn't shut off. He missed his own bed and his dog, and his mom... but his mind kept returning to her.

He missed how soft her skin was, how she smelled, and the way her hair was always a little tangly in the back because she wouldn't stop running her hand through it.

He was just starting to drift off when the text came through...

“baby?”

he quickly grabbed his phone and replied, 

“I'm here.”

He smiled to himself, “I miss her.” He whispered out loud. his smile widened at her response,

“call me?”

The phone was pressed to his ear and ringing within seconds. 

“Hi.” he heard that soft voice through the phone, she always sounded so sweet. 

“I love you.” he blurted without a thought.

she giggled and whispered back, “and I love you.” 

they were silent for a second, both relishing the comfort brought about just by knowing that the other was there. 

“I want to come home to you,” he spoke earnestly. His emotions had built and built, and he was beginning to crack under the pressure of, well, everything. An unmeasurable amount of chaos and stress had been added to his life because of this tour, and while he was extremely grateful... he couldn't help but wonder what he would be doing right now if he wasn't here. If he wasn't in the band.

"but not yet, baby." she whispered comfortingly in his ear, "you want to be there, you're just worn a little thin is all.” she always made him feel listened to, she always knew what to say.

"I know, you're right." he rolled onto his side and let the phone rest against his face, no hands.

"When am I ever wrong?" she giggled at her own joke.

When her laughter died down, he said, "when I get home we should stay in for a week...everyone will think we died, so nobody will bother us. Perfect." he joked, but to be completely honest, it sounded like heaven to be cooped up in an apartment with her for a week.

"Hmm... As long as you bring chocolate milk." He could hear her smiling, as odd as that sounds.

"Got it." He'd give anything to have her right then. He missed her more than he knew it was possible miss a person.

"Baby, you have an early morning tomorrow, don't you?" She questioned, they always shared their weekly schedules, and she had a scary good memory.

"I was hoping you'd forget and stay on the phone for a while longer... but yeah, I do." He rubbed his face, "The interview starts at 9am, I think."

"8:45." She corrected him. This made Zion laugh hard.

"Baby, I miss you so much, I don't know what to do with myself," He felt pathetic admitting to it.

"Two weeks." She recited, she was counting down the days until they could be together... although she’d never admit how thoroughly she’d been keeping track.

"Two weeks," He repeated with a sigh.

"Alright sir, you need to go to bed." She gave him a faux scolding.

"Yes, ma'am." He rolled his eyes, and even though she couldn't see him, somehow she knew exactly what his face looked like.

"Okay." She giggled, the line was quiet before he spoke.

"But text me in the morning, alright?" He let himself be vulnerable. She made him feel all mushy inside.

"It’s a deal." She smiled to herself at his growing level of clinginess.

"Okay. Goodnight mamas." He said softly, "I love you."

"I love you too, goodnight honey."

They both rested easy, the knowledge that the other was thinking about them too brought a weird yet welcome comfort.

--

Two weeks had passed and before he knew it, Zion was preparing for the last show of the tour. He was sad it was over, but so excited to go home to his girl.

“dude, can you believe it? It feels like yesterday that we left for tour, and now we're almost done? Crazy.” he heard Austin muse from the back of the bus. He smiled because he felt the same way, everything happened so fast that it didn't seem real. He had to pinch himself sometimes. 

“I can't wait for tonight, its gonna be lit.” Brandon chimed in as he ate his cereal. That boy, always eating cereal. 

“I'm excited too, but guys I'm deadass gonna ditch all you smelly degenerates for y/n when we get home.” Zion laughed.

Edwin faked hurt even though he'd probably be doing the same thing with his girlfriend. They all needed a rest and some time apart. Being in a cramped bus with four other dudes for weeks in a row made you miss girls... they're so much cleaner, and they smell so lovely, and they know how to fold things. 

“Honestly I’m glad to get away from this god forsaken bus. You’re all annoying. For real though, Zion... you snore my dude, like badly.” Nick shook his head, “like I thought you were faking it to annoy me for the longest time, man.” 

they all laughed when Z flipped him off and shook his head playfully, “yeah well you talk in your sleep and it's just as annoying, so I don't want to hear it, bro.” 

they joked around more during soundcheck and then parted ways to start getting ready for their last show. 

2:00 a.m. 

He was groggy and not in the mood to move, but he could hear someone saying his name and feel a slight shaking of his shoulder. He tried to roll over but groaned when he hit his elbow on a wall, no, armrest? He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he opened his eyes to look around. 

He’d forgotten, he was flying home.

“You finally awake buddy?” he heard someone next to him, Brandon. 

“Yeah, I'm awake.” he rubbed his eyes and sat up straight. “we here?” 

“about to land, thought you might want to get your stuff together before we do.” 

“Thanks.” he nodded as he started to gather his belongings. 

He looked out the tiny plane window and could see the city lights emerging through the clouds. His excitement grew, knowing that somewhere down there, she was waiting for him. 

--

It was a little past three o'clock when he stumbled through the door. He was as quiet as he could possibly be, he knew she'd have gone to bed ages ago since they weren’t sure when his plane would get in. 

He placed his suitcase and duffel bag on the floor and made sure to lock up before climbing the stairs to their room. 

It was peaceful and warm. The window let in a low purplish haze from outside, and because of it, he could just barely see the outline of her all cuddled up on the bed, waiting there just for him. 

Kicking his shoes off, he slowly climbed onto the mattress and kissed her temple as he draped his arm over her, pulling her as close as he could. Her little hands held on to his shirt in her sleep, and she let out a small sigh, making him chuckle at her. 

“So good to be home,” he whispered to her even though he knew she was fast asleep. 

he slowly drifted off, the feeling of her breathing against him lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

--

He was woken up soothingly the next morning, her gentle hands running over his back and up his shoulders to his arms. He smiled to himself at her little caring touches. 

He opened his eyes and looked at her, the sun from the window lighting up her eyes and making them sparkle. Her hand rested on his shoulder and she smiled at the sleepy expression on his face.

“Good morning my love, welcome home.” she kissed his cheekbone and then his jaw, and then when he couldn't wait any longer, he reached his hand up to hold her face, and his lips finally found hers. 

“Thank you, baby.” he smiled against her lips. his thumb ran over her chin and he looked at her face for a moment before he had to kiss her again, his excitement to be home taking over his brain and making it impossible to think about anything except kissing her because, finally, he could. 

***

This isn’t the best ever, but I’m trying to get unblocked so bear with me 😅

[turdblossommm]

Marry Me {8}

Summary: Bucky and the reader are hopelessly in love with their best friends who are getting married, where the pair first meet. Will there friendship turn into something more or will it crash and burn?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: Hello *rises from the grave* I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a hot minute, but you know shit happens and life kinda sucks. But I’m back and I’m going to try and be consistent.

part seven // masterlist

Bucky wasn’t an early riser so getting up before the sun was completely unheard of, and then being thrown in clothes that were just a little too snug really irritated him. You laughed as he grumbled into the coffee from the thermos. You passed a breakfast sandwich to tame the beast who got a little to hangry sometimes

“Okay everyone you know the drill, we walk North and shoot North in our specific quadrants” You shoved the map in Bucky’s day pack and nodded with the rest of your family. “We never shoot South okay?” Everyone nodded once again, this was a completion for all of you but being safe was the most important part

“Come on Buck, we got a Tom to kill” Bucky followed you through the tree to a blind that was ‘home base’. Bucky watched in complete wonder as you silently walked through the woods without snapping a single twig while he stepped on every possible twig.

“Blind C is occupied find somewhere else fuckers” Bucky rolled his eyes at you as you spoke into the radio

“You’re so going to lose” Your cousin Clay’s voice cracked over the radio

“No Tom has ever been killed out of quadrant C” Braxton scoffed

“Then you have nothing to worry about” Bucky chuckled at the mischief in your voice

“So what’s the plan? How do we do this?” Bucky asked

“First we whisper” You raise an eyebrow “We call them in and then we’ll get out and look for them” He watched you ‘call them in’ with some sort of wood that rubbed together and it made a turkey sound

“Why do you guys do this?” Bucky whispered as he carefully stepped over a fallen log

“It was something my grandfather always did with us, he worked on railroads and he was always away but he always managed to get home for Thanksgiving” You quietly slid down the small hill

“And now it’s a competition?” He chuckled 

“Yeah were scattered all around, half my cousins live in Minnesota the other half in Ontario, even Braxton lives in Montana. Thanksgiving is the only time we all see each other and this competition is the only thing we all have in common” You smile “And there’s always a fight for the turkey legs so this was one way to settle it”

“Turkey leg?” YOu nodded

“This family has thrown hands over a turkey leg, hence why the winner gets them” You explained to him as you two moved through thick timber towards an open field.

“That’s a little far for a turkey leg” You shrugged as you crouched down and called again

“We’re degenerates from up country, it’s in our nature” Bucky followed your actions and watched the field for any movement. After two hours Bucky was bored, you made him leave his phone and he was so bored he could cry.

Bucky looked over to you to see if you were dying of boredom too, but you were everything but that. Bucky felt a small smile on his face grow as he saw the fire in your eyes, he only saw that in the few glimpses he caught of you working in the lab with Tony. Bucky saw the constant tension you held in your shoulders was gone.

Seeing you with no makeup, clad in full camoflaudge with the lower half of your face conceded by a mask to keep warm. You have never looked more beautiful to him than in this moment, this is the real you, crass and sarcastic with a side of sweetness that was rationed carefully by you.

You caught movement in your eye and saw Bucky reaching for your face, you looked over and met his ocean eyes, filled with warmness. You leaned into his face as it graced your face, you closed your eyes and basked in the warmth from his hand. You gelt him pulled the velcro holding your mask up, it fell to your lap taking it’s warmth with it. He pulled your face closer and you met him half way.

When his lips met yours you were confused, you two didn’t kiss unless something else was to follow. You had kissed Bucky many times but this time was different, you two were about to have sex this was just a kiss he wanted which scared you. He can’t fall in love with you, that’s part of the rules. This kiss is uncharted territory for you two and you were scared and confused

But you also liked it and you never wanted him to stop kissing you like this. He kissed you in a way you haven’t been kissed like in a long time. They way he held your face was so careful and his lips were gentle. Despite all the times you’ve seen each other naked this is the most intimate you’ve ever been with him. You felt him pulled away and you almost groaned as his heat was replace with the cold 

“Holy shit Y/N look!” Bucky whispered and you wiped your head around and saw a massive Tom standing in the middle of the field. You grabbed Bucky’s shot gun and shoved it in his hands and he brought it up and peered down the barrel

“Breath” You whispered and placed your hand on his shoulder “Remember squeeze the trigger, not pull” Bucky lined the scope up with the turkey and closed his eyes before squeezing the trigger. Bucky’s ears rang as he watched the turkey drop

“I did it?” You smiled and spoke in the radio

“Dinner is served mother fuckers” You laughed and Bucky smiled “Are you okay?” You asked and he nodded

“I’m fine”

“If you want to cry that’s fine, I did too when I killed my first animal”

“Was it a turkey?” You shook your head as you wiped the small tear on his cheek

“It was a 600 pound elk and that was a bitch to pack out, luckily its just a bird”

“Why are you so cool?” Bucky sniffed and you threw your head back and laughed

“I’m not cool Buck” You grabbed his hand and pulled him up “Now carry your turkey” You gave Bucky the general idea of plucking a bird on your walk back to the raptor. You smiled as you pulled up and all your family had made it back to the ranch

“Come on Y/N!” Claire, your cousin yelled “Let someone else get it next year”

“Yeah you can’t have it five years in a row now” Ben huffed

“Actually Bucky killed it” You smirked at your family and Bucky’s cheeks warmed as all eyes turned on him 

“W-well she called it in” He rubbed his next

“Well you better clean it before it get sour” You dad smiled and clapped Bucky on the shoulder

Bucky smiled as the sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the barn, he loved the way they rested on your bare skin. He lightly ran his fingers over the soft skin on your back as your sighed in contentment. He pressed a kiss behind your ear and you rolled to meet his blue eyes

“Morning” You smiled and hurried your face in his chest

“Good morning” You sat up and he pulled you back down

“Not yet” 

“Bucky” You giggled “We have to cook breakfast, it’s our turn” Once you coerced Bucky out of bed and dragged him to the house to make breakfast, Bucky watched because you know the possibilities of the house burning down would be high if Bucky came near a burner. The rest of the day was spent helping your mother cook with your uncles and cousins played a game of football

“Buck get your ass out here” Braxton yelled from outside

“One sec” Bucky yelled from the porch where he sat with you sipping on a beer. He leaned over and kissed your cheek before running out to the field with your brother. You joined your mother in the house, passing the prom picture of you and Frank. You ran your fingers over his face

“I miss you” You whispered before walking into the kitchen. Your mother watching out the window at the men in the family playing a poorly called game of football. Your eyes caught Bucky running from Ben, his hair falling out it’s bun

“You haven’t had anyone over for the holidays since Frank, I assume you gave up on the superstition”

“Mom Frank was my soulmate, the one good love I get in this life. Bucky and I are just friends”

“Sweatie Frank is gone and you can still love him, but that man out there looks at you like the world revolves around you” You shook your head “Your relationship with Frank was so toxic all you did was fight, both of your were stubborn teenagers. And then he died honey, you didn’t get to grieve prop-“

“Mom stop!” Your mom’s heart broke as she saw the tears form in your eyes “I’m done talking about Frank” You climbed the stairs to your bedroom, not caring that Muriel’s stuff was scattered around the room.

Bucky walked up the stairs to your room, per your mom’s instruction. He slowly pushed the door open, he noticed the room probably hadn’t been decorated since you left for college. Back Street Boys and NSYNC posters covered your wall with FFA memorabilia. He eyes landed on you hunched over a picture on the edge of your bed

“Want to talk about it?” He asked pulling you into his side and you wiped your nose with your sleeve

“This is Frank Castle, the only other man I’ve loved except for Clint, except Frank loved me back” You chuckled

“What happened?” Bucky asked

“He died, killed in action” Bucky closed his eyes “They said he was hit directly by the blast so there’s no way he felt anything” You sniffed

“How old were you?” He rubbed circles on your shoulder

“I was 20, he was 22. We were going to get married when I finished school so I could live on base with him” Bucky pulled you in for a hug and held you until your sniffles stopped “Sorry coming home always reminds me of him” You wipe the makeup from under your eyes

“No worries”

“I think dinner is ready” You nodded and followed him down the stairs and took your seats at the dinning room table, it’s only ever used for Thanksgiving. Your father prayed and blessed the food and thanked God for a bountiful harvest this year. Your dad carved the turkey and gave Bucky the leg

“And you gets the other?” You father asked and Bucky smiled and turned to you

“Y/N, she would’ve shot the damn thing if I took another second” Your family laughed as Bucky handed you the leg. Dinner was full of laughs and goodhearted conversations from your family, it was times like Thanksgiving that you are thankful for your dysfunctional family. You watched your niece and nephew play in the living room with everyone ate pie 

“Sing Auntie Y/N” Your nephew yelled as his dad brought out the guitar

“Y/N doesn’t sing anymore remember” Clair called

“I’ll sing” You smiled at the children and Bucky saw your parents head whip away from their conversations to their children as Braxton counted you off

“Kiss me mother kiss your darlin’.

Lay my head upon your breast

Throw your loving arms around me. 

I am weary let me rest

Seems the light is swiftly fading

Brighter scenes they do now show

I am standing by the river

Angels wait to take me home” The blue grass tune was soft and light, relaxing others in the room, Bucky couldn’t help but stare in awe

“Kiss me mother kiss your darlin'

See the pain upon my brow

While I'll soon be with the angels

Fate has doomed my future now

Through the years you've always loved me

And my life you've tried to save

But now I shall slumber sweetly

In a deep and lonely grave

Kiss me mother kiss your darlin'

Lay my head upon your breast

Throw your loving arms around me

I am weary let me rest

I am weary let me rest” A content smile found it’s way across your face as the children climbed on your lap and demanded more songs. Bucky learned against the door frame as he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. He turned to find your father with a smile on his face

“Keep on doing what your doing, she hasn’t sang since Frank” Bucky nodded as a warm feeling spread across his chest that grew hotter when you turned and smiled at him.

A/N pt. 2: God I forgot how much I actually like this part

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