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Chocolates vs Aliens

Eddie/Venom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff, details of pregnancy , childbirth mentions. Venom loves babies! This! Is! A hill! I will die on!

A/N: The winners of the poll! I'll do the Moon Boys next! Also okay its not a drabble but enjoy this hot word vomit asdfghjkl idk should I make a part 2??

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"SHE IS OUT OF CHOCOLATE?!" Venom's voice boomed inside his head.

"Relax, buddy, we can hit up the 7/11 down the street." Eddie scoffed, adjusting his wireless earbud. Thankfully it looked like he was on the phone, so he could talk freely to Venom without anyone thinking he was insane.

And well, he kind of was, a tiny bit.

Just a tad...

"BUT I CAN SMELL IT!" The symbiote whined childishly as Eddie scooped the frozen egg rolls into the wiry basket looped over his arms.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Mrs Chen could have eaten the last one, Vee. Just chill. How about some chocolate ice cream?" Eddie grinned at the pun.

"No! We always get brain freezes!" He entity huffed.

"Because you scarf down the whole tub in one go." Eddie chuckled.

Venom grumbled again, and a tendril snaked out from beneath Eddie's sweater and dropped a box of brownie mix into the basket. "Fine. I can settle with these."

"Whatever you say, love, but you're helping me bake the shit." The man shrugged in reply as he remembered to grab a carton of milk. He'd need some eggs, too... Well, at least his landlord let him move the chicken coop to the roof in exchange for some free eggs.

Those chickens were fat and spoiled, and Venom loved the little critters dearly, which Eddie always found humorous. Now, whenever Eddie made the joke of turning them into KFC, Venom would be aghast and headbutt him, citing that Sonny and Cher were his "babies".

He'd been talking like that a lot lately, Eddie realized. Venom apparently had a paternal streak in him. Eddie noticed that as well when Venom would find homeless kids or runaways, helping them and trying to seem as non-threatening as possible, even going as far as to change his fangs so they were blunt. (One of the kids assured him that was far creepier than the monster fangs, which made Eddie nearly keel over in laughter...)

"Deal." Venom purred happily, the tendril receding back to slip beneath Eddie's shirt and wrap around him like a hug.

"Alright, alright." Eddie chuckled, grabbing an extra box just in case as he walked around the shelves, sparing a glance at his phone to check the time.

"Eddie." Venom's voice said.

"What?" Eddie lifted his gaze, feeling Venom's haste flood him and put him on alert.

His eyes trailed the store until he landed on the checkout counter, where you were sitting. Not Mrs Chen, but cute, innocent, blissful you.

You were happily munching on a chocolate bar, one of the very ones Venom wanted. It would seem you had claimed it, eating the sugary morsel happily.

"Oh." Eddie mumbled.

He felt it as Venom seized control of his legs suddenly, sending him forward in jerking motions until he practically ran into the counter, making you jump in surprise.

"Oh! Sorry!" He smiled awkwardly, a faint blush to his cheeks.

'Venom, quit it! I'll get you chocolate later!' He said mentally to the alien inhabiting his body.

"No, Eddie. Wait."

"I, ah... Got a bit sidetracked and tripped over my feet." He added.

You smiled at him, "Oh, god. Yeah, I feel you. Lately it's like dragging my heels through wet cement." You chuckled.

Huh. You were... God, you were cute. He could tell even Venom thought so. With your cute fluffy turtleneck and your hair all done, your cheeks nice and rosy from the blush you'd applied.

Which... brought up the question.

"I've never seen you 'round here before." Eddie commented. "Mrs Chen is usually the only person I see in here..."

"Oh! I'm new in town, I live just down and street and she saw my situation and offered me a part-time here. I have a work from home job and everything, but ugh, just staying cooped up inside is so boring!" You say the last part with a groan.

"Damn, would've been nice if she offered me that job a couple years ago." Eddie chuckled.

You giggled a bit at him and looked at his basket, "Is that all for ya, hon?"

"Oh, yeah!" Eddie said, carefully organizing the things onto the glass counter. His eyes flicked to the candy bar you were still steadily breaking pieces off of.

"Bit of a sweet tooth, huh?" He teased.

"Ugh, god... lately? Yes! The craving for it has been absolute hell." You sigh exhaustedly. "Almost everything in my apartment is chocolate flavored or scented now!"

"... Cravings?" Eddie echoed, raising a thick brow.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking and no. It's not "that time of the month" like your brain is probably saying." You snort.

Eddie watches as your hand trails down to your midsection and you pat your belly beneath the plush fabric of your sweater, where a gentle swell stood out a bit more prominently as you smooth the fabric taut over your stomach.

"I just have a certain little jellybean who thinks they can dictate what mama wants to eat all the time. And apparently, chocolate is what's on the menu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And... in between." You chuckle.

"OH." Eddie and Venom thought in unison.

"That's why she smells like that!" Venom barked, realizing the underlying scent of chocolate on you was laced with something else. Hormones. He was picking up on those, too.

"Oh! Uh, congrats!" Eddie said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm sure you and your, uh, partner are probably super happy, huh?"

"Oh, no, it's just me." You smiled with a hum, taking another little sweet square between your lips.

Eddie's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Okay, so I'm not gonna be rude, but I will explain." You snicker. You seemed infinitely patient and polite about the subject. Apparently this very thing must be a common occurrence with you, that random people must constantly ask this same question, and how tiring it surely must be to answer it again and again...

"No, I don't have a partner, husband, or anything. No daddy."

Eddie awkwardly pointed to your belly. "Then how did y'know... that get in there?"

Eddie controlled the flinch he wanted to make when Venom pinched him. "You did NOT just call her baby a THAT!"

"Yeah, yeah I know. But there's something everyone forgets, and that it doesn't always "take two to tango"." You smile at him again, ringing up his items with one hand, chocolate still clutched firmly in another.

"I decided that I wanted to be a mom. But I didn't want to just go out and get pregnant willy nilly. I have a good job, steady income. But I don't have time to date and there's always the concern that I'd be left a single parent if whoever I was with decided parenthood wasn't for them, y'know?"

Eddie nodded patiently as he and Venom listened to you with rapt attention.

"I went to a fertility clinic, did what the doctor said, then had my egg fertilized with a sperm donor. And then boom," You point to your belly. "Jellybean."

"Oh, that... Yeah okay I forget fertility clinics are a thing." Eddie laughed, shaking his head.

"Well I'm glad you're so open-minded about it!" You grin. "Most people judge me and go "oh your baby needs a father!" and the ever so classic "you don't even know who the father is?" line."

Eddie frowned, and he could tell even Venom was irritated on your behalf. "You don't need to have a partner or spouse to raise a baby. Seriously. What is this, the 1940s?"

"I knoooow!" You giggle again. "And besides! I can support me and my baby just fine, and I'm already happy and so far the pregnancy has been a breeze!"

Eddie could feel a tugging sensation from Venom. The symbiote was curious, and wanted to touch. But Eddie knew that was not only rude as hell, but to some people, socially unacceptable if you don't know the person or ask permission first.

"How uh, far along are you?"

"I just hit my second trimester." You chirp proudly, patting your belly. "The baby's tiny, but I'm finally showing, now."

"Ohhh." Eddie snapped his fingers. "Hence "jellybean", right?"

"Yes!" You laugh.

Eddie pulled out his card and swiped it to pay for the groceries. "It's a cute nickname. Have you thought of any names yet?"

Your brain did a record scratch, and Eddie could see the look on your face.

Nope. Not at all.

You hadn't thought of a damn one. Especially because you didn't know the sex of your baby yet.

"Uh...."

Eddie started snickering at your expression, "Ahhh. My bad." He shoots you a cocky grin, "If I can recommend a name, Eddie is a pretty strong one!"

"Weak." Venom mocked.

"Eddie?" You echo, blinking.

"Oh, don't listen to him, girl." Mrs Chen snorted as she walked up to you two, whacking Eddie with a rolled up newspaper. "This boy is nothing but trouble!"

Her words were jabbing, but not spoken without affection, so you could tell they had a history together.

"Ow! Hey!" Eddie pouted, rubbing the top of his head.

"Oh please, I'd need to shoot this out of a cannon to dent that hard head of yours!" She huffed with a smirk, crossing her arms.

She tilted her head and noticed the candy bar in your hand, and made the mental connection with Eddie and Venom. Riiiiiight. Venom needed chocolate. Mrs Chen tossed it to you when you started scrolling through your phone for door dash orders for chocolate cakes from local restaurants to sate your cravings.

"Oh, right. Sorry about your chocolate fix." Mrs Chen replied, her gum smacking softly. "Gave the lady one to help ease her stomach."

The flush to your cheeks made Eddie smile as you looked at the candy in your hand. "I'm sorry!" You sputtered.

"Hey, man, you got a baby in you. You can't exactly tell the little, uh.... eh. The little person they can't have it?" Eddie struggled. He wasn't sure how the whole cravings thing worked, honestly. Would you indeed cry if he didn't accept your offer? Would your baby get hungry? Was that a thing? He knew jack and shit about babies in general, man.

"Pff, moron."

'Parasite.'

"I AM NOT A PARASITE!"

"Oh, I know but uh..." You say, your eyelashes fluttering as you think, looking from Eddie to the bar in your hand. You decided to finish breaking off the pieces you were working on, and extend your hand giving the rest to Eddie. "Here! I'm good, if I need more I can nab some from the gas station down the street."

"Oh! Uh... I don't wanna, y'know. Take anything from you and your baby." Eddie said, waving his hands.

"Eddie, if you refuse to take it, she could cry." Mrs Chen teased. "You don't want to make a pregnant woman cry do you?"

Eddie's face was hilarious as panic started to bubble up within him as he looked from you, to your outstretched hand, to Mrs Chen, who stood as proud as can be at the chaos she had just sewn.

"Hey! I'm not that hormonal!" You retort to the older lady. But... you deflate a tiny bit. "...Okay, well not yet but still!"

Eddie was still going through the moral dilemma of accepting the kind gesture vs taking candy from a literal baby in somebody's womb.

Venom made the choice for him, extending our Eddie's hand and letting him take it.

"I, uh... Thanks." Eddie blabbered quickly.

"Now let's go home before you make an idiot out of us further." Venom cackled gleefully at the socially awkward situation.

Eddie grabbed the plastic bags and gave an awkward wave and a smile before skittering out of the store with his tail between his legs.

"Geez, he needs to get laid once in a while." Mrs Chen scoffed, going over to check inventory.

You barely had a moment to collect yourself, stopping before you laughed so hard you peed yourself.

That was the first time you and Eddie ever met. It would not be the last.

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Eddie shopped at Mrs Chen's place pretty regularly, her prices were easy on the wallet and she was close by to he and Venom's apartment.

You steadily built up a rapport with Eddie over the next two or three weeks. Venom was inexplicably drawn to you, wanting to constantly convince Eddie to touch your belly.

Eddie kept reminding him that it was frankly rude as shit to do that, and that hell, it would probably make you uncomfortable.

Not long after that, Eddie and Venom discovered--to Venom's utter glee--thay you lived in the same building, the apartment just above his. They found this out when Venom insisted on making sure you made it home after your shift at Mrs Chen's ended, knowing how vulnerable a pregnant lady looked to crooks and criminals.

Twice Venom caught and ate the brains of lowlifes who tried stalking you.

Venom, despite you not knowing of his existence, was fiercely protective of you. And... well he liked you. They liked you.

Eddie hated how quickly both he and Venom became infatuated with you, listening to you talk about your baby, your cravings... They could tell you were lonely despite your cheerful demeanor. Yes, Eddie and Venom had each other already, but they quickly thought about adding you to the mix.

But again, you didn't know about the alien slime monster living inside of Eddie. That subject would have to definitely wait...

He would check on you, leaning his head out his window on occasion to talk to you as you looked up, it brightened up the monotony of your at-home life in between work, asking about how you were feeling as your pregnancy developed. He even texted you lists of different baby names and their meanings to help you out!

When he first asked you out, you were floored. You've never met a man who was interested in a woman pregnant with somebody else's baby, before. You've heard about it sure, but... You were more surprised anyone was interested in you while pregnant with some guy's baby. Let alone your cute downstairs neighbor who apparently babied his pet chickens that were kept on the rooftop.

He even introduced you to them! You didn't hold them of course, for fear of bacteria, and chuckled as he furiously disinfected himself before even coming within three feet of you, all for you and your baby's health.

A man who was sweet, considerate, caring and he loves animals? Add the looks to that bill and that was a difference you were willing to pay. How was he still single?!

But... Well. That changed after your first date, and he was glad you accepted it all.

And it wasn't long after that (several weeks actually) you discovered he wasn't, in fact, single. He didn't have a girlfriend or anything but he certainly had a partner.

Said partner... was some kind of ooze-critter that lived inside of him. And you only found this out when you came home from a late night convenience store run for some triple chocolate chunk ice cream, walked into your apartment...

And saw him.

Venom, in his hulking form, stood awkwardly in your apartment, looking like a deer trapped in headlights when you flicked your lights back on, the ice cream in your bag forgotten.

As your door slowly swung closed due to angled flooring, you opened your mouth to scream.

Venom cut you off, his massive hands shooting up and he waved them, "DON'T SCREAM!"

You snapped your mouth shut, your teeth making an audible click as your heart hammered in your chest.

"We were worried! You weren't responding to our texts or when we knocked on your door?" His deep and rumbly voice growled out.

You shudder at the timbre of his voice, eyes never once leaving the rows of jagged fangs in his maw. You drop your plastic bag and step back, covering your belly--now very prominent as you were later in your term--protectively.

That seems to... upset him? He frowned, looking at the carpet as he lowered his hands, his large eyes narrowing as he carefully thought, trying to think of ways to alleviate the fear bubbling through you.

He took a slow step towards you, like you were a frightened animal caught in a trap that he had to be gentle with, lest you struggle or flail and get hurt.

"We were worried about you. We--" His head snapped to his left and he snarled. "Yes! "We"! You were worried, too! Don't try to say you weren't!"

You watch, in shock as he has essentially a one-sided argument with himself, getting exasperated, saying the word "love" and "dear" here and there.

You stayed, scared, until the ugly sensation of your nausea reared its ugly head and you dropped the plastic bag, literally shoving past this gigantic creature in a mad dash to your bathroom or you were gonna blow chunks right then and there.

You didn't even shut the door before you collapsed to your knees, hugging the bowl as you heaved the contents of your digestive system into the pearly white porcelain, leaving what could only be the Venom, the creature that supposedly stalked your city eating people, in your living room.

By the end of the nausea fit, your eyes were watery, your nose was runny and your face blotched with color, the whites of your eyes glassy from the strain. You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you rinsed your mouth with water right from the tap, gargling and spitting until the foul acidic taste went away.

You felt your now empty stomach growl and your first instinct was to go get food and eat again, to replenish the energy you just spent hurling everything you ate that day.

But then you remembered...

The big guy.

You didn't have any sort of object to wield as a weapon, so you merely sheepishly peeked around the corner, watching as the creature called Venom gingerly moved about your kitchen, things that looked like tentacles reaching out and grabbing a cup, some ice, and a can of ginger ale from your fridge and pour it into the cup; all the while making a sandwich. Nutella with your banana/mango spread. A favorite you'd started to enjoy in the past week.

But the only person you ever told that to was...

You froze when he turned around, locking eyes with you as he set the food on your breakfast island, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"We... We know that you're probably hungry after... So we figured..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the food and drink in front of him.

"How do you know..." You breathed.

His colossal shoulders heave as he sighed, walking around the island and over to you, stopping just a mere few feet away.

"Promise not to be mad? Or scream?"

You weren't sure why in the hell he asked you that, but you felt already too far gone into shock to really argue. Plus, throwing up took all urges to scream from your poor sore throat.

So, you nodded.

"Okay."

You watched as the strange black goo peels back layer by slinking layer, until a man is revealed beneath.

But it's not just any man.

It's fucking Eddie. Your neighbor-turned-recent-boyfriend.

"You--!"

"We can explain! Just please, please don't be mad at us!" Eddie winced.

You felt another dizzy spell start to hit at this revelation. "How long--"

"A few years. Look, we planned on telling you. It's just... not tonight. When you didn't answer my texts or calls, I got worried and..." He sighed.

You watched as Venom's head moved out from behind Eddie's shoulder to peer at you, the thick black goo that made up the appendage holding his head up moving almost like water. He offered you a smile, and part of you wished that'd solve the tension in the air, to assuage your increasing confusion. But sadly, it didn't.

"Vee didn't want to fucking wait an extra ten minutes when you didn't answer the door and climbed through your window, which you should start locking I mean I know we're on the upper floors with no balcony or fire escape, but it's still a safety concern and with the baby--"

You interrupted Eddie's rambling. "Vee?" You echo.

"Uh--okay. That's what I call Venom when he isn't being an incorrigible shithead. Or a parasite who takes control of my body." Eddie sighed.

You almost laughed when Venom headbutted him in the side of his head.

"Stop calling me that! It's rude!" Venom snarled.

"No, what's rude is breaking into somebody's apartment!" Eddie retorted, jabbing a finger at Venom. "We talked about this!"

"You were worried, too!"

"Yes but I wasn't going to crawl through her goddamn window!"

Your eyes darted from one to the other as they started bickering like a... like a... Oh.

Yeah. It was after a two hour long conversation that Eddie told you everything. About his ex, the Life Foundation, finding Venom, fighting Riot, then the whole thing with Carnage, Venom's offspring... and of course, their actual relationship with one another, now. They argued like a married couple because they basically were one, complete with... well. You weren't ready in the current situation to imagine how the bedroom situation worked between them, yet.

You took it better than he expected. Way better.

"Honestly.... The only thing scarier than Venom is childbirth." You said, sitting next to him on the couch, your hands on your belly.

"...Eddie." you said slowly.

"Uh--yeah? What's up, sweetheart?" He asked awkwardly, Venom's eyes immediately drawn down to where your hands caressed the bump beneath your thin t shirt.

"How come you haven't asked to touch my belly yet? I'm... surprised. I've had random people come up to me and ask, but not... you."

"Wait... uh. So. You're giving... Permission?" Eddie asked, blinking his big, ridiculously lashed eyes at you.

"Well, yeah, and--"

"FINALLY!" Venom hissed.

In a black blur, Venom lurched forward over Eddie's shoulder, straight for your tummy. He pressed the side of his head against your belly, tendrils of his strange slime-like flesh wrapping around your midsection; listening to the baby's heartbeat and feeling for any movements.

Eddie meanwhile, looked equal parts horrified and embarrassed as he facepalmed, blushing all the way to his ears. "That's why. He's been fucking obsessed with you and your baby since he first realized you were pregnant."

You looked down as the symbiote cuddled you, and by extension, your baby, your jaw agape at how he was purring while he nuzzled into you.

"...That's why you're always so concerned about me?" You asked dumbly, blinking over at Eddie, who gave you an awkward smile and shrug in reply.

"Yeah, hate to break it to you, doll, but... Vee has kinda... claimed you two." He said.

"Claimed me." You repeated.

"Yeah. He has this thing... with kids?" He rolled his hand to try and think of words to describe it. "He's overprotective. He's the same with Sonny and Cher, it's just... he doesn't interact with many pregnant people so when he met you, that weird little drive kicked in. The fact that we both started feeling something for you outside of that kinda blindsided us, but..."

"So what?" Venom scoffed, resting his chin on the curve of your belly, looking up at you with a grin. "This is our baby now, and we will protect the both of you."

"Venom!" Eddie snapped.

"You claimed us?" You were having a difficult time wrapping your head around this. All of it. The whole situation in general. First your boyfriend has a boyfriend who technically isn't a boy but identifies as one because gender was a foreign concept to his species, they were together before they met you, Venom is a literal alien--

And now... was he saying...

"L-Look, I know it's early on and we haven't been dating long, but..." Eddie rubbed his sweaty palms on his faded-out jeans.

"Are you two saying... that you want to be with me? Rest of the pregnancy, birth, and all?"

The hell was your life, some kind of weird, cheap, sci-fi romance novel? The dashing, handsome alien(s) swoop in and offer to help raise your baby? What kind of parallel world were you in?

Eddie was quiet, and Venom merely stared at him, before looking back at you.

"Yes." He said. "Eddie is too much of a pussy to say it, but he likes the idea of taking care of a tiny you."

"Venom! Fuck! Stop calling me that!" Eddie snapped at the symbiote as he protectively snuggled your tummy.

Venom merely stuck his tongue out at him, "I will when you stop calling me a parasite!" He looked back up at you, giving you the best rendition he could of a hurt puppy. "Do you see how he talks to me? Despicable!"

You snorted a short laugh before you could stop yourself, and covered your mouth.

"Hah! See? She thinks I'm funny! So shut it!"

"Oh, my god, that does not count--"

"Yes it does I already won." Venom said contentedly.

"Look!" Eddie groans. "Just... We are willing to be with you. Take care of you, and help with the baby. If... you'll have us. I know this whole situation is weird, but..." Eddie trails off, looking at you hopefully.

The decision wasn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. Eddie and Venom haven't given you a reason to be afraid--other than scaring the shit out of you earlier because Venom apparently has fucking anxiety--and, well... They were so sweet, and gentle... And if Venom doting on your unborn baby currently was any indication, the affection would probably increase a hundred fold after your little bundle of joy arrived.

"Okay." You said.

All the tension seemed to drain from Eddie's body and he sighed, a relieved smile blooming on his face as he looked at you with a look in his eyes that had your heart doing a little flip in your chest.

"Thank God..." Eddie sighed happily.

Venom grinned widely at you, before shooting back to Eddie and seizing the body again, his inky black mass covering Eddie entirely.

Your couch creaked under the added weight of Venom's increased mass as he leaned over, dwarfing your whole body as he wrapped his thick, tree-trunk arms around your tinier body, nuzzling into your cheek before giving you a kiss. Thankfully no tongue, because you thought you'd probably choke if he did that.

When he pulled back, your face was flush at the boldness of his actions, and looked up at him as his opalescent eyes narrowed sweetly down at you.

But something Venom said clicked into your brain, finally, once it rebooted from the kiss.

"Venom, you said you two wouldn't mind helping raise a tiny me." You began. "But I don't know if I'm having a boy or girl, yet."

"Oh, we can." Venom grinned. "I could tell when I was holding onto you. It was easy."

"What?!" You sputter.

"You're having a little girl, by the way."

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You booked an appointment two weeks later. And damn, Venom was right. You were having a girl! At least the naming situation was easier, now that you narrowed down the sex.

Many people said you and Eddie were moving fast, but you ignored them because they didn't know the real situation. Your apartment was bigger, two rooms, one for you (and now Eddie and Venom) and the other was the nursery for the baby.

Eddie was affectionate, but Venom was downright clingy. He was almost always wrapped around your belly in some way or another, purring as he used his weird slimy body to massage you. He helped with your back strain surprisingly, how he would massage you. Eddie proposed maybe letting Venom bond with you for the remainder of the pregnancy to ensure safety and good health, but Venom shot the idea down himself.

He explained it like it was a bit like an organ donor match, if you weren't a match for him you could get sick, or God forbid both you and the baby could die. And to Eddie's surprise Venom made the nature decision to settle for massaging your back and tummy to ease the strain.

Venom jumped at the chance to rub your coconut oil into your belly to help ease the risk and appearance of stretch marks, too.

Through the mood swings, crazy cravings and nesting phases and all, you two boyfriends stayed with you through all of it. Several times you woke up to Venom and Eddie cooking in the kitchen, making sure you had a decent breakfast in the morning.

The only problem was... well. They cooked like broke college boys. So, you spent time giving them cooking lessons, which was one of the funnest things you'd done in a while. The messes were worth cleaning up, the cute recordings you made were memories that'd last a very very long time.

Nighttime cuddles were great, Venom slinking beneath the blankets to wrap around both you and Eddie to snuggle, massaging you the whole night. It really helped when he would conform a certain way so you could lay on your side comfortably and ease the strain on your poor spine and hips.

Who needed a pregnancy pillow when you had a symbiote, right?

Eddie and Venom read up as much as they could on the subject of babies and childbirth and to say Eddie was terrified was an absolute understatement. The photos and diagrams alone had him chewing his nails (getting a swift smack from Venom) and he felt himself getting queasy when he found out that apparently you would be delivering the placenta as well?!

How much did you have to go through, making a tiny human?!

This whole situation amused the fuck out of you, however, as you'd done all this research and merely accepted it. A bit of blood, etcetera after delivery seemed easy to deal with given you've dealt with your period since puberty and that alone was a mess by itself...

But watching a man learn more about it? Oh, it was hilarious.

But hey! They were excited for a cute little baby girl to snuggle and kiss!

One night, you were laying in bed as you scrolled through various baby items online, saving a few cute things for later. Eddie had his head on your shoulder, watching a movie, with an arm draped over your belly, now painfully (sometimes literally) obvious bump, feeling the baby shift and move around as she kicked inside of you.

Venom had encapsulated Eddie's arm, his massive hand stroking your tummy idly.

Apparently, a thought had been bouncing around in Venom's brain and he finally decided to ask it. His head morphed from behind Eddie and peered over at you.

"The baby is a girl." He said.

"Yeah, Venom, that's been established." Eddie snorted, moving until his cheek was resting on your chest.

"Eddie, that's mean." You chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. "Venom, continue."

"Thank you, sweet thing." Venom purred at you, shooting Eddie a glare afterwards.

"But anyway... If the baby is a girl now..." He tipped his head to the side. "What if the baby decides or realizes when she's older that she isn't one? Or either?"

You lower your phone, eyebrows raised at the gravity of his question. Even Eddie sat up on his elbow to look at Venom, surprised at the depth of the question coming from his symbiote. Honestly though, the subject made sense coming from a species that technically didn't have genders in the first place...

Venom seemed happy with your reply, and looked to Eddie expectantly. He already knew what his opinion was, but he wanted him to say it out loud for you.

"Well..." You begin. "If she decides she wasn't born the right gender, or feels like she's neither, or even leaning on both scales... I won't have a problem. I just want our baby to be happy and healthy, not conformed or trapped in any way. That includes the identity she will have as she realizes things about herself."

"Well, I don't have room to talk on gender identity." Eddie snickered. "Considering how you didn't really decide to go by male pronouns until you bonded with me and stuck with that identity because it fit for you... so, yeah. Whatever the baby decides when she's old enough is fine with me."

You grin and kiss Eddie on his temple, ruffling his hair as Venom nuzzles into your belly.

Yeah...

Safe, happy, and loved. That's what your baby would be, no matter what. With her two weird dads and her mom who puts up with their nonsense.

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Right This Way

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get lost on a campus on your first day of college and a helpful stranger shows you around.

Characters: Steve Rogers

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You’ve leapt over one hurdle for the day but it won’t be the last. Your first lecture is done, but now you have to find your way to the second. Typically, you’d be on your way home. For years, you languished in part-time or sabbatical coverage but now, you have achieved regular faculty status. It might not be the school you hoped for, but these days, a job is a job. 

You gather up your things as the class disburses. A few keeners come down to ask you about the midterm and you assure them it’s only day one. Full details will come soon. In the meantime, they can review the readings schedule. 

You set your phone on the corner of the table as you search for your wireless mouse. You bring your own. You’ve had enough experience with neglected classroom equipment. 

“Hey, Miss,” a deep voice rolls behind you and swings you around. A young man with golden hair, a square jaw, and a letterman jacket stands across the table. He is a factory-issue frat. You had your share of those in your own time as an underclassman; as a professor, they don’t often bother you unless they get an F. “Just wanted to chat about a few things I got this term.” 

“Oh, sure,” you say as you reach for your phone. His eyes follow your hand. His cheek dimples. 

“You on your way to Ford too? We can walk and talk if that’s easier?” He offers. 

You’re not sure if you should take his eagerness as a good sign. At least he is mindful. At first glance, you don’t expect that. 

“Um, if you don’t mind, I have my next class there,” you agree. 

You hike up your bag and black the screen of your phone. You’re a bit embarrassed that he noticed the maps wide open on your phone. You’re still gearing your way around. 

He waits patiently, bouncing in his brown leather Vans as you round the table. “Steve, by the way.” He offers his hand in an overly formal gesture. You know that brand of frat. They put on that gentleman act for the elders. It’s a charm you would’ve fallen for twenty years ago. 

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” you shake his hand then continue to the door. 

He hurries past you and pulls open the door ahead of you. Again, that overly helpful gesture twinges your suspicion. He must be asking for something big. 

“So, I play baseball,” he begins as you set off down the hall. He quickly catches up, walking parallel with you. “And I just got my schedule. I can get coach t give you a call if you need but I’ll be out of town for a few classes...” 

“Right, baseball,” you repeat. You’re not fighting the senate on this one. They prize their start athletes much higher than due dates. “I’m sure we can figure it out. Did you have your schedule with you?” 

“Um, you know what, I don’t have it printed but I can email it,” he says. 

Once more, he opens the door ahead of you. You step out into the early fall sun and descend the steps. It’s a quick conversation, it might be awkward to stick around. 

“That works,” you agree. “I don’t want to keep you so if you want--” 

“Nah, really, I’m headed in your direction,” he insists. “You do know where that is, right?” 

You look at him. His blue eyes gleam. You peer around and shake your head, “that way?” You point. 

He laughs, “no worries, professor, I got you.” 

He puts his hand on your lower back and points in the opposite direction. You turn to move away from his touch. You blame the little club he’s joined in his youthful arrogance. They never do abide by the rules. After all, he is asking for exception, so why wouldn’t he overstep other barriers. 

“So, you must be new,” he intones. 

“Here, yeah,” you confirm. 

“What else do you teach besides Renaissance history?” 

“My specialty is medieval but I’ve taken on various subjects; ancient warfare, Victorian culture,” you rattle off. You know he doesn’t really care. For the jocks, classes are simply an afterthought. “What got you into this subject?” 

“I like art,” he says. “Figured it wouldn’t be a bad elective.” 

“I hope,” you reply. He points you around the curling path. You hesitate. You peeked at the map. This seems wrong but you did find the only dead end on campus earlier. 

“You seem young for a prof,” he says. 

You snort, “I don’t give extra credit for compliments.” 

“I mean it,” he argues. 

“Right,” you huff dryly. “Steve.” 

He smirks as you glance at him, “wow, you got that professor voice down. ‘Steve’.” He mimics your tone and chuckles. You shuffle closer as you pass a group of young girls but he doesn’t seem to notice them. 

“Like I said, it isn’t my first gig. Just new around here.” 

“I think you’ll like it,” he intones. “Nice campus, nice people,” he preens. “A few profs pop by the parties even. Open invitation.” 

It’s your turn to laugh, “oh, I’ve outgrown that.” 

“Classy lady, I’m sure,” he agrees. You’re not sure if he’s complimenting you. “Well, what about back in the day?” He wordlessly gestures you along as he guides you. “You are party girl? Sow your wild oats?” 

“That was a long time ago. It’s probably better left back then,” you deflect. 

“Come on. I won’t judge. I’m a bit of a square myself. I’m the designated tidier. I pick up after all the drunks,” he snorts. 

You hum. You don’t miss those days. Everything was so much more stressful. Not just classes but everything outside of it. Who to hang out with, what to where, where to go. 

You slow as you look around again. You’re behind one of the large gray buildings but not too sure where. It’s a path lined with trees and abstract statues. They’re benches and an engraved stone wall memorial. You don’t see any buildings close by. Maybe it’s one of those at the other end. 

“Told you, it’s a nice campus. Doesn’t seem like you’ve gotten to see much of it,” he says. 

“Not yet,” you agree. 

“It’s a short cut. Trust,” he says. 

You nod and continue on. He turns towards the twisted metal owl and you go with him. You really don’t think he’s going the right way. You sneak your phone out of your pocket and press your thumb to the screen. 

Suddenly, you’re nearly knocked off your feet at he bowls into you. 

“Woah,” he collides with you so hard your phone falls onto the ground. “Shit-- I mean, holy cow. Sorry, miss. I tripped on--” He steadies you with a hand on your shoulder. “Did I--” He looks down at your phone on the stone path. “My bad.” 

He scoops it up before you can and you recoil. Your eyes wander away from him and you examine your surroundings. The trees, the statue, it all blocks you off from the main path in an eerie way. You can hear the bird’s tweeting and the coeds chatting but you can’t see them. 

“Damn,” Steve’s voice draws you back as dread simmers in your stomach. “I think it’s cracked.” 

He walks ahead of you as he examines it. You trail him, “it’s fine. I can take it to the store and have them look--” 

“I’m real sorry, professor,” he cradles the phone between his large hands. “I’m such an oaf. Bet I’m not gonna get that extension now, huh?” 

“Everything’s okay, Steve. You can give me my phone,” you reach for him as he leads you into the shade of a large oak. “What are you doing?” 

He pulls his arm back, aims, and throws your phone. It flies through the air as you gasp and lunge forward. What the hell? 

His arm wraps around you from behind and he swings you back. You cry out but only for a split second before his palm smothers your mouth. He leans his body weight back and brings you down with him into the grass. What is he doing? 

You struggle to get away. You grab at his arm hooked around you and claw at the grass with your other hand. You writhe and try to twist away from him. He follows you, crushing you to the grass beneath him. You wheeze as his weight forces the air from your lungs. 

You flail both arms and sink your fingers into the dirt as you fight to drag yourself from under him. You can’t. He growls as he pulls his arm from under you and grips the back of your skull. He keeps your head twisted on your neck, clamping it between his large hands. 

“Shut up,” he snarls. “Be good for me, professor, and this will all go quickly.” 

You gurgle into his hand as your heart hitches. Why is he doing this? You said yes. You didn’t argue. 

“I’m going to move my hand and you’re going to stay nice and quiet, aren’t you?” 

You try to scream into his palm and he wrenches your head down into the ground. The grass is soft but the impact is enough to make your nose fuzzy. He hushes you. 

“I mean it, alright? Shut your mouth or I’ll fill it with dirt,” he snarls. 

You whimper and nod, puffing against his palm. Your body tenses before you slowly make yourself go limp. You lay your head against his hand and let your arms still. You raise your hands slightly to say, ‘see, I’m good’. 

He huffs and slowly drags his hand away, smearing your spit across your cheek. You sniffle as your eyes prick and you inhale the scent of dirt. You can hardly breathe as your chest throbs and burns. 

“Ah, don’t act so hard up,” he chuckles. “Bet you don’t get a lot of guys these days,” he pushes his knee between both of yours. “Sad, cause you don’t look half bad in this.” 

He tugs your skirt up your legs as he shifts his weight around. The satin tickles your thighs and sends a shiver through you. You close your eyes, your forehead flush to the ground. You liked that skirt so much. You bought it just for your first day. 

The thought stabs into your heart. You push your hands flat to the ground and brace yourself. Denial cords around you as terror clogs your throat. This can’t be happening but it is and all you can do is let it. 

“Mm, not bad,” he rasps as he pushes between your thighs. “Come on, loosen up for me.” 

He moves your slack legs apart and runs his fingers along the cotton of your panties. He purrs as he traces the edges along your ass and back again. He snakes his hand under you and presses against the fabric and feels your folds through the thin layer. 

“I’m so goddamn hard right now, you have no idea,” he says.  

You chuff out air. You try not to hear him, not to feel him. He slips his fingers beneath your panties and rubs your lips. He pets your head as he cooes in your ear. 

“See, I’m being nice. Isn’t that nice? I know you wouldn’t be shaking like that if you didn’t like it.” 

He rubs between your folds roughly as he presses his crotch against your ass. He rocks against you as he teases you. You scrunch your toes tightly as a tingle crawls along your thighs. No, please. You don’t want to feel anything. 

He purrs as he continues to move his pelvis, breathing heavily behind your ear as he growls. He stretches his fingers along your cunt and delves into you. He pushes his hand further and curls his finger through your entrance. 

The heel of his hand brushes against your clit as he moves. You whine as the coil winds around and around and around, tying up your guts in knots. You shudder and bring your hands to your hand, digging your nails into your scalp as you spasm. You cum, slickening his touch as a mortifying moan escapes between your lips. 

He slides his fingers out of you. You groan. Your tears leak out and trickle onto the grass. He trails his hand around, leaving wetness along your shirt. He angles above you, pushing your knees apart with both of his. He splays you and tugs your panties to the crease of your thigh. 

His zipper slices the moment. Your breath cramps in your chest as you hold it in. He guides his tip along your thighs. He feels you quiver, teasing and toying, as he rubs up and down your folds. He slides up by your cheeks and you clench. He laughs and traces back to your entrance. 

He uses his thumb to push his tip through your resistance. You tighten around his intrusion and squeak out your breath. He shushes you and you swallow down a sob. He inches into you, his own exhale flowing over you like a cold storm. 

He sinks in to his limit and you bury your toes into the dirt. You heave as he pulls back and thrusts in again. Your shoulders curl with tension and your spine locks. He pumps again and moans, petting your hair as he falls into a rhythm. 

“God, you’re tight,” he grits. “I heard... well, I guess everyone lies.” 

He runs his hand down the side of your head and beneath your forehead. He forces your head up and nuzzles your hair as he tilts into you. He puffs across your scalp. 

“I didn’t see a ring,” he reaches up to clasp your hand, twining his fingers through yours as he continues to rut. 

He keeps you like that, fucking you harder into the dirt. He lifts his hips, slamming them down so his zipper bites at you. He pounds at you relentlessly, shallow breaths mingling damply in the cool autumn breeze.  

You open your eyes and stare across the grass. Your vision blurs around the tree trunks and wooden benches. Your grief and glazes over and drowns you in horror. 

“Welcome to campus, prof,” he growls between nipping your ear. “Oh... and don’t worry about those missed classes. I didn’t make the team.” 

[lizordula]

Marg My Words

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Summary: A musical mishap on the car ride home gives Melissa an idea.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, implied sexual content

Word Count: ~2.1k

A/N: Inspired by the song One Margarita by That Chick Angel ^^

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Pt. 2

It's the end of the school week, a chilly yet sunny afternoon in the early Philadelphia spring. In the teacher's parking lot, you're surveying the bustling crowd of staff members and students filtering out of Abbott as you lean against the hood of your Fiat 500. When you spot your two favorite senior colleagues you perk up and wave to call attention to yourself. It doesn't take long before Melissa and Barbara notice and approach you hastily, both dying to clock into their weekend time after a long day of work. 

"Shall we?" Barb asks, shooting you a smile as she directly beelines for the passenger seat, much to Melissa's chagrin, who hasn't had any luck so far at calling dibs on the front seat.

You push yourself from the hood and pat Melissa's leather-clad arm in sympathy. "You can sit there next time," you assure her and remove your sunglasses to hook them in your neckline. You smirk when it takes Melissa a notable effort to tear her gaze away from your chest. 

"You say that every time," she retorts, rolling her eyes, but she slides into the middle of the back seat anyway.

Melissa, Barb, and you decided to start carpooling three weeks ago since you all live in the same part of Philly. The idea came from a plan Jacob had introduced to make Abbott more environmentally friendly, which was met with broad, nearly unanimous approval by the staff. You had to give it to him. Of the many ideas swirling around in his curly head, this one is actually decent. 

And you're not just saying that because that was the reason why you fell into Melissa Schemmenti's bed.

A few days into carpooling, Melissa invited you in for a nightcap to commemorate the success of A.V.A festival and the collected signatures for the petition against Legendary Charter Schools. It was just the two of you since Barb had been picked up by Gerald that day. Things led to another, and ever since, your carsharing arrangement turned into a carsharing arrangement with benefits, strictly for blowing off steam after work. 

Nobody knows so far, not even Barb, and you want to keep it that way.

After you've plopped down in the driver's seat and checked if everybody fastened their seatbelts, you start the car engine. Unfortunately, you forgot to turn off the Bluetooth on your phone after you listened to music on your wireless headphones in the teacher's lounge and don't notice how your phone instantly connects to your car speakers, continuing where you left off in your playlist. 

You freeze when the chorus of a very explicit song starts blaring through the car.

Give me one margarita, I'ma open my legs.

Your eyes widen in realization, and you whip around to Barb, watching her face drop as she processes the song's lyrics.

"Oh shit, uh...," you trail off and rip your phone from the charging cable, frantically typing in your phone's password. Your cheeks heat up in nervousness when it declines.

One time.

Give me two margaritas, I'ma give you some head.

Two times.

Give me three margaritas, I'ma put it in my puss.

Why the fuck isn't face recognition working?

Give me four margaritas, I'ma put it in my tush.

You anxiously glance at Barb, just in time to see her splutter indignantly at the last line and clutch her chest in horror. Meanwhile, in the backseat, Melissa cackles at your misfortune, holding her middle from laughing too hard.

"Oh god, this is gold," the redhead wheezes and wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. Her face almost matches the color of her hair from the exertion. 

You scowl at her before nervously looking back to Barb, who is still listening to the song, staring straight ahead, frozen in speechless terror. After snapping out of your horrified state, you do what you should have done in the first place, had your brain thought of the obvious: turn down the volume control.

What follows is an uncomfortable silence. Barb is looking straight ahead, as are you, eyes wide with mortification, both of you dead set on avoiding eye contact. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before clearing your throat.

"Sorry about that," you say with a strained, tight-lipped smile and make sure to flip the switch to the radio before turning the volume up again.

The rest of the car ride is quiet, save for the classic rock music playing in the background. Barb seems to have already gotten over the shock of your music taste as she is tapping her fingers on her thigh and bobbing her head to some song by Elton John. You, however, are still very much embarrassed by what happened.

It doesn't help that Melissa is making heart eyes at you through the rearview mirror. 

Her mind undoubtedly went straight to the gutter. Whenever you lock eyes with her, she has a suggestive smirk painted on her face, secretly taunting you for your song choice. Your gaze frequently darts to her spread legs, and you can tell she notices by the way she subtly increases the angle each time. You glare at her in warning, not wanting to engage in any flirting while Barb is still in the car with you, but Melissa only raises an eyebrow in challenge.

Determined to avoid further embarrassment, you grip the wheel harder, your knuckles slowly turning white, and try to focus on the road. Fortunately, it doesn't take long before you arrive at Barb's house. You park on the side of the curb and switch off the ignition, turning to the kindergarten teacher with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry again for earlier."

"Mh-hm," Barb hums gruffly, but you can tell from the way her lips curl upward that she sees the situation in good humor. "Have a nice weekend," she sing-songs, swinging the door shut. You wave after her with a smile and click the doors shut before Melissa can switch to the passenger seat.

"No front seat privileges for you," you quip and start the engine again, smirking when Melissa rattles the door handle with a dramatic groan.

"You brought that upon yourself," she grumbles and sinks back further in her seat with crossed arms. You smile when you look at her through the rearview mirror and see the endearing pout on her face. The passenger seat is your only leverage against her, and you will exert it whenever you can, especially since she rarely lets you be in charge elsewhere.

Five minutes later, you pull into Melissa's driveway. You unlock the doors and lower your window, watching the redhead round the car and stop at the driver's side. Your eyes flicker to her cleavage when she leans down to rest her arms on the window ledge.

"I think I have everything for a Margharita inside," Melissa tells you in a husky voice and nods toward her house. Your eyes darken at the implication, and you give Melissa a slow once-over, letting your gaze intentionally linger on her lips, before you give her an answer.  

"Alright, Schemmenti, lead the way," you drawl and turn off your engine to follow her inside.

As soon as the door is closed, Melissa pushes you up against it. She wastes no time sliding the lapel of your jeans jacket to the side to kiss the junction between your throat and your neck, working her way up to your lips. You hum and close your eyes at the sensation but escape her grasp before she can claim your lips.

She wouldn't get you to bed this easy after that little stunt in the car.

"You promised me margaritas," you respond matter-of-factly as you push past a stunned Melissa. You walk into her kitchen with a self-satisfied smirk, and she trails right behind you, her eyes twinkling in a sly way that tells you that the game is on.

Melissa saunters past you to her liquor cabinet, resting her tongue on the tip of her canine as she sizes you up, and pulls out a bottle of Tequila. Then, she retrieves some lime juice and triple prosecco from the fridge, placing everything in a neat line on the kitchen island next to two glasses. You watch as she pours the drinks in a practiced and elegant manner, captivated by the movements of her hands, before she hands you one of the glasses.

You clink your glasses and take a sip from your drinks. Melissa observes your reaction with rapt attention, awaiting your verdict on her mixology skills. Her pupils dilate when you don't set your glass down and down the whole drink without breaking eye contact. You place the glass back on the counter and lick your lips in contemplation.

"Hm, not bad, but...," you trail off, pleased by the way Melissa's eyes darken at the perceived criticism, "there was no salt rim. Unfortunately, I have to deduct points for presentation."

Melissa eyes you up and down, calculating her next move as she empties her own drink. You suppress the shiver creeping up your spine when you see the wicked glint in her eyes, familiar from whenever you would rile her up or be bratty on purpose.

You are so done for.

Melissa walks to another cabinet and fetches the salt, putting it on the counter before you. She pours you another drink and comes to a halt next to you, pressing the margarita into your hand. You watch intently as she shrugs off her leather jacket and leans back against the counter, inadvertently pushing her chest out.

"Well, help yourself."

Your mouth falls open slightly when you realize what Melissa wants you to do, your face heating up to an unbearable degree. You inch closer until your hips press against hers and grab the salt from the counter. Skipping over her lips entirely, you bow down to her neck and attach your lips to the soft skin there, sucking hard. You smirk against Melissa's skin when you hear her breathing falter and lick a broad stripe over the dip above her collarbone.

When you draw back, Melissa's pupils are completely blown, the green of her irises almost entirely consumed by black. Melissa tries to follow you, but you push her back with your pointer finger, your gaze dropping to her heaving chest when she settles back against the counter. You sprinkle some salt onto the hollow of her throat and take the margarita, taking a sip before descending to Melissa's throat once more.

Melissa throws her head back and moans lowly when your tongue connects with her throat again and starts to lap up all the salt from her skin. You slowly inch your way toward her jaw, making sure to leave marks along the way, and claim her lips with your own at last. Not a second later, Melissa's hands grab your hips to swivel you around, making you gasp into the kiss as your back hits the kitchen island. 

You should have known that Melissa would only let you be in charge that long. But you don't complain when she starts unbuckling your pants and pulls them down to your ankles before hoisting you up on the kitchen island. The last thing you see before you throw your head back is her smirk as she descends between your spread legs.

It seems you proved the song right.

━━━

When you recover from your orgasm, Melissa lazily kisses her way up to your throat and lays her head on your chest. "Maybe this convinces you to let me sit in the passenger seat the next time," she mumbles against your skin and places a soft kiss on the swell of your breast. You absentmindedly play with her hair while you catch your breath.

"After today, I'm not sure I could behave. Besides," you say, lifting Melissa's chin with your pointer finger so she locks eyes with you again, "I have a much better seat for you."

Melissa snorts when you quirk your eyebrow suggestively and detangles from your grasp. She holds out a hand to assist you down from the kitchen island, and you slide straight into her arms, taking your time to kiss her sweetly and languidly before you pull away.

"I mean my face," you hurriedly add, although no clarification was necessary. Melissa chuckles in reply and starts tugging you toward her bedroom.

"Yeah, I figured."

[darkeagleruins]

Biden Admin trying to use the “drone” situation to pass a bill giving government wireless surveillance access to our phones

“The bill before us would grant law enforcement significant authority to intercept private electronic communications without consent — To grant sweeping surveillance powers”

“The bill would allow the government to conduct dragnet surveillance of the phones, innocent Americans traveling through US airports as long as the government claims they're doing it to neutralize a drone. So in order to look at the information that might be coming to a drone, it may be that you capture all the information of everybody surrounding an airport or everybody who lives near an airport. Once you have all that data, what are the assurances that the government isn't looking at your data in addition to the data that may be related to flying a drone?”

“This is not just about security. It's about unchecked government overreach. It's about capitalizing on fear and media driven austerity to jam through sweeping legislation that could violate the civil liberties of American people.”

[oldphonepreservation]

Thanks to yet another donation from Rare Noggin Stuff, the following phone firmware images have been dumped:

Kyocera:

* Kona (Boost Mobile and Cricket versions)

* S1360 / Jax (Assurance Wireless branded)

LG LX5350 (LX53501D)

Samsung SPH-A900 (ZJ23, latest version thus far)

Firmware images and new JTAG pinouts are available on the Dumbphone Repo as usual!

As well as the fact that all known Kona carrier variants have been dumped, the Cricket Kona firmware is notable for being the only Kyocera Kona with functioning BREW runtime support out of the box.

[fishmech]

The thing is if you can't afford a new computer with at least 8 gb of RAM, then you can't afford a new computer. You're just going to have to wait, or preferably buy a used computer with that in there already.

Your goal when buying a laptop for yourself or someone else is that it should last 4 or 5 years if it doesn't get broken from physical damage. This is about the usual timeframe people keep such devices these days, and you're not going to manage that if you buy something so crippled from the get-go that it's already not very usable now. So that's why you look for at least 8gb of ram, a processor not older than 2020, 1920x1080 screen minimum. These are things that are still gonna let you do stuff that isn't gaming or high res video editing in like 2029.

and ideally you get a laptop thats either uses USB-c for its default charger or allows you to charge it in at least some capacity with a high power USB-c charger.

Because then if/when your main charger breaks you can always be assured that you can get a generic USB-C charger with Power Delivery and a high enough output (many do 65 or 90 or 100 watts now, more than enough to use and charge most laptops that offer USB-c charging) and you don't have to worry about finding your manufacturer's proprietary adapter or fiddling with those "universal charger" packs and finding the right tips and voltage setting. You can just buy a $40 USB-c pd charger and it'll also charge up your other modern shit like a phone or tablet or most wireless earbuds and ereaders and all that. Thank you European Union directives on standardized power designs which products in every country are moving to now.

[holomancomics]

Another episode listened to, and man, the amount of specifically head trauma that Dan goes through is concerning

Also, he has a cellphone, or as Dr Franz calls it a "portable wireless phone", love when pre cellphone media has cellphones cause it's always so extra

Also Franz on his own was able to hold up two criminals using various chemicals as a threat, I think he threatened to blow them up but I could be over exaggerating the badassness, but given he more than likely blinded some dude last episode, I wouldn't be surprised If this old science Alfred did threatened mutually assured destruction

Especially since Dan was knocked out and the only other person there was a young girl, and the crooks had a gun so The nuclear (not literal) option was probably the best choice in this case

[orangameelectronics]

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[govindhtech]

Samsung Galaxy A56: Best Smartphone Performance In 2025

Samsung Galaxy A56

As development news breaks, the Samsung Galaxy A56 is gaining popularity in the smartphone industry. Designed to succeed the Galaxy A series, this gadget is expected to outperform even Samsung’s top models. Mid-range smartphones will be transformed by the Galaxy A56’s speed, efficiency, and user experience. It is the most anticipated specifications and why it’s worth the wait.

Galaxy A56 Features

New mid-range smartphone standard

The Galaxy A56 continues Samsung’s legacy of quality features at an accessible price. Samsung looks to be pushing the limits even further, providing the A56 with high-performance specs that might compete with flagship handsets.

Strong Processor Upgrade

Due to its speculated Exynos 1480 processor, the A56 outperforms its predecessor, the Exynos 1280 in the A54. The new Exynos 1480 improves multitasking, processing performance, and power efficiency. It is octa-core CPU handles intense operations smoothly, so you can stream, game, or manage many apps.

Samsung may possibly provide a Snapdragon 7 Gen 2 model for adaptable usage in various areas. With its high performance and power economy, this processor makes the Galaxy A56 a powerful mid-range competitor.

Memory and storage upgrades

Samsung will upgrade RAM and storage with the A56. There are significant reports that the basic model will have 6GB of RAM, although an 8GB edition may be available for intense workloads. Users may choose 128GB or 256GB internal storage, extendable via microSD up to 1TB. Users need flexibility, and this gives programs, images, movies, and files plenty of space.

Huge Speeds

Today’s digital world requires 5G, which the Galaxy A56 provides. The A56 is fantastic for streaming, gaming, and video conferencing due to dual-mode 5G download and upload rates. The A56 will keep people connected at fast speeds worldwide as 5G spreads.

Beautiful AMOLED Display

The Galaxy A56‘s 6.5-inch Full HD+ Super AMOLED display with deep blacks, bright colors, and superb contrast. The A56 will maintain Samsung’s display superiority with its immersive display. A 120Hz refresh rate assures clean images and minimal motion blur, giving the screen a luxury feel normally seen in higher-end devices.

Amazing Camera Setup

Smartphone cameras matter, and the Galaxy A56 may include quad cameras. Speculation implies a 50MP primary sensor, 12MP ultra-wide, 5MP macro, and 5MP depth sensor. This configuration enables for wide-angle vistas and close-ups.

The 50MP main camera offers great low-light performance, quicker focusing, and sharper images. AI advancements provide pro-level photography without a flagship smartphone. Quality selfies and video calls with 32MP camera.

Samsung Galaxy A56 may utilize 5,000mAh battery

Smartphone customers appreciate battery life. Power-efficient Exynos or Snapdragon chipsets and large batteries should last all day for gaming and streaming. The A56 is include 25W rapid charging for quick phone usage. As usual for Samsung’s A-series, this mid-range device won’t include wireless charging.

Android/One UI Integration

As predicted, the Samsung Galaxy A56 will come with Android 14 and One UI 6. With capabilities to boost productivity and customization, Samsung’s One UI is seamless and user-friendly. One-handed mode, Edge Panels, and extensive privacy settings make the A56 a versatile tablet for casual and experienced users.

Samsung Knox, the company’s unique security technology, will provide improved protection to secure your data. With regular software updates and security fixes, the A56 will endure for years.

Smooth Design and Quality

Samsung designs are known for their quality, so the Galaxy A56 should look great. Corning Gorilla Glass 5 front and back makes the phone look fantastic and endure longer. This thin device with curved edges is easy to grasp and will come in numerous colors for design and function.

Keeping its IP67 dust- and water-resistant designation makes the A56 more durable for daily usage in varied conditions.

Samsung Galaxy A56 Price

Final Thoughts: Mid-Range Powerhouse Galaxy A56

The A56 is turning out to be one of the most powerful and adaptable mid-range smartphones with its astonishing variety of high-performance capabilities. Its powerful Exynos 1480 CPU, 120Hz AMOLED display, quad-camera system, 5G connection, and big battery make the Galaxy A56 the right blend of performance, features, and cost.

The A56 is a must-see for anybody searching for flagship-like capabilities at a lower price. Samsung is pushing the limits of mid-range smartphones.

Galaxy A56 Release Date

No Samsung Galaxy A56 release date has been disclosed. Early in the year, Samsung releases its mid-range A series smartphones. Based on prior trends, the Galaxy A56 should be introduced in early 2025.

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Best Free Government Smartphones: Your Ultimate Guide

Looking for the best free government smartphones? You’re not alone! These devices can be a lifeline for many, providing essential access to communication and the internet. Whether you're new to this or looking for an upgrade, this guide will walk you through everything you need to know.

Best Smartphones Available Through Government Programs

iPhone 6: Although it's a bit older, the iPhone 6 still offers reliable performance with a sleek design, making it a popular choice among users who prefer iOS. It includes essential features like a decent camera, smooth user interface, and access to Apple’s ecosystem.

iPhone 7: A step up from the iPhone 6, the iPhone 7 offers improved performance, a better camera, and water resistance. It’s a solid option for those who want a bit more power and features without moving to the latest models.

iPhone 8: The iPhone 8 brings even more power with its A11 Bionic chip, wireless charging, and a better camera system. It’s a great choice if you’re looking for something more recent in the Apple lineup, offering a balance between performance and affordability.

Samsung Galaxy S9: The Galaxy S9 is known for its excellent camera, high-quality display, and solid performance. It’s a versatile device that works well for both everyday tasks and more demanding apps.

Samsung Galaxy S10: The Galaxy S10 offers a premium experience with a stunning display, powerful processor, and versatile camera system. It’s one of the best smartphones available through government programs, especially for those who need a device that can handle more intensive use.

Samsung Galaxy A10e: This model is often available through programs and offers a great balance of performance and battery life. It’s a budget-friendly option that still delivers on essential features like a good camera and smooth performance.

LG Stylo 6: Known for its large screen and built-in stylus, the LG Stylo 6 is perfect for users who enjoy taking notes or drawing on their devices. It’s also equipped with a decent camera and solid battery life, making it a reliable choice.

How to Qualify for the Best Free Government Smartphones

Understanding Eligibility:

To get your hands on one of the best free government smartphones, you need to meet certain criteria. These phones are part of the Lifeline Assistance program and the Affordable Connectivity Program (ACP), both designed to help low-income families stay connected.

Who Can Qualify?

You can qualify if your income is at or below 135% of the Federal Poverty Guidelines. But that’s not all. If you’re already enrolled in government assistance programs like Medicaid, SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program), or SSI (Supplemental Security Income), you’re eligible too. Some lesser-known qualifications include participation in tribal programs like the Bureau of Indian Affairs General Assistance or Tribal Head Start.

Documents You’ll Need:

To prove your eligibility, you'll need documents like a pay stub, a tax return, or a benefits statement from a government program. If you're qualifying through income, make sure to have your most recent income statement handy. For those using government program participation, a benefits letter or card will do.

Top Providers Offering the Best Free Government Smartphones

1. Assurance Wireless:

Assurance Wireless is one of the leading providers offering free government smartphones. They provide a variety of models, often including newer options like the Samsung Galaxy A10e or the Alcatel Onyx. Along with the phone, they offer free data, unlimited texting, and a set number of free talk minutes each month. This provider is known for its wide coverage and reliable service, making it a popular choice.

2. SafeLink Wireless:

SafeLink Wireless is another top provider, offering smartphones such as the LG Stylo 6 and Motorola G Power. SafeLink stands out for its flexible plans, which allow you to bring your own phone if you prefer. Their service includes free data, unlimited texts, and a generous number of talk minutes. If you’re looking for flexibility and reliable service, SafeLink is a great option.

3. Q Link Wireless:

Q Link Wireless offers models like the ZTE Z3001S and the LG K31. They provide unlimited data, talk, and text with no monthly bills, which is a huge advantage. They also offer a bring-your-own-phone program, so if you already have a device you love, you can still benefit from their services. Q Link is known for its excellent customer service and user-friendly application process.

Lesser-Known Providers:

While the big names are popular, don’t overlook smaller providers like enTouch Wireless and TruConnect. They may offer different models or perks that could be perfect for your needs. For example, TruConnect often provides free international calling to select countries, which is a unique benefit not offered by larger providers.

How to Apply for the Best Free Government Smartphones

Applying for a free government smartphone is straightforward, but it’s important to follow each step carefully to avoid delays.

Step 1: Check Your Eligibility: Before applying, make sure you qualify. Use the criteria we discussed earlier to confirm your eligibility. You can do this by visiting the Lifeline or ACP website and entering your information.

Step 2: Choose a Provider: Next, decide which provider you want to go with. This could be based on the phone model you want, the coverage in your area, or additional perks like free international calling.

Step 3: Gather Your Documents: Have all your documents ready. This includes proof of income or participation in a government assistance program. Make sure these documents are clear and up-to-date, as blurry or outdated documents can delay your application.

Step 4: Apply Online or Offline: Most providers offer an online application process, which is the quickest way to get approved. Simply visit the provider’s website, fill out the application form, and upload your documents. If you prefer, you can also apply by mail by downloading the application form from the provider’s website and sending it in with your documents.

Step 5: Wait for Approval: Once your application is submitted, you’ll need to wait for approval. This can take anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks, depending on the provider and the completeness of your application. If approved, your new smartphone will be shipped directly to you.

Benefits and Limitations of Free Government Smartphones

The Good:

Free government smartphones offer numerous benefits, the most obvious being cost savings. For many families, these phones provide essential access to communication, job opportunities, and emergency services. They often come with free monthly data, texts, and talk minutes, which can be a lifeline for staying connected.

The Limitations:

However, there are some limitations to consider. The phones offered are usually basic models, which means they might not have all the latest features. Additionally, the amount of data provided each month is often limited, so if you use a lot of data for streaming or gaming, you might need to purchase additional data or switch to a paid plan.

User Experiences:

Many users report positive experiences with these programs, particularly appreciating the fact that they can stay connected without any monthly bills. However, some users have mentioned that customer service can be slow or unresponsive at times, so it’s important to choose a provider with good support options.

Conclusion: Is a Free Government Smartphone Right for You?

Making the Decision:

A free government smartphone can be a valuable resource for staying connected, especially if you’re on a tight budget. With a wide range of models and providers to choose from, you’re likely to find an option that meets your needs.

Final Thoughts:

If you qualify for a free government smartphone, it’s worth applying. These phones offer essential features and reliable service, all at no cost to you. Take the time to research your options, choose a provider that suits your needs, and enjoy the benefits of staying connected without breaking the bank.

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Reaching for Stardust - Part V

Read Looking For Space here / RFS on wattpad / Playlists

Word Count: ~4700

Warnings: drinking, some sexual content ;)

Hi <3

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The drive to the airport felt ungodly. The morning air was thick and humid and the sky was too cloudy to see the stars–pure darkness led the way. No sun, no moon, no nothing, and I kept dozing off in the passenger seat, feeling sorry I’d let Josh talk me into sitting up there next to his dad. Josh was awake, caffeinated but only temporarily I knew, and he kept chatting with his dad and singing along to songs that were drifting listlessly in and out of my own ears. I was still in a daze when we arrived at the airport but uncomfortably alert when it came to TSA time, although we both made it through without issue. Then came the time for us to march our way through the infinite-feeling space, the fluorescent lights lining every wall and tile and creating a false daylight that guided us along. 

We located a Starbucks before we found our gate which we both used to our advantage–Josh could maintain his pep while I could actually gain some–and sat outside the gate, carry-ons in front of our feet, as we sipped our drinks and people-watched, taking note of who would be boarding the plane with us. 

“He looks stressed,” Josh said quietly, nodding at an older man standing, leaning against the column just beyond the rows of seats, who was all tight shoulders and an even tighter face, staring at his phone. 

“Sort of looks like he’s waiting for someone,” I said, taking another drink. I looked past him, half-expecting to see someone else rushing up to meet their friend or husband or whatever he may be, but the back and forth of the external crowd kept moving. I was feeling a little stressed myself with the caffeine triggering more anxiety than excitement–flying was a rarity and there was always some part of me that felt like something would go wrong, but that feeling was even more palpable now, a harsh bite against my gut that sent a red warning sign off in my head. 

It must have showed in some way because Josh put his arm over my shoulders and leaned in close. “You okay?”

I nodded, sipping my drink again. “Yeah. Nervous to fly, I guess.” 

“It’ll be okay,” Josh assured me. “It’s always better once we’re fully in the air, right?” He knew how much I hated take-off. On the other hand, he loved it. 

The shuffle to our seats was slow and it felt laborious, everything and everyone so cramped, but we eventually got our bags in the overhead compartments and settled into our seats. Josh gave me the window and I was immediately fixated on the outside of the plane even without being in motion, trying to sink myself into our surroundings so I could sink the heavy feeling that was still torturing me. I didn’t even necessarily think anything bad was going to happen during the flight–the feeling wasn’t that specific–but it felt like something dangerous was coming. 

I froze up against the seat when take-off began; Josh took my hand and held it gently between us, not saying anything. He didn’t need to. The contact, that soft touch, was enough to make the bad feeling drift a little further away and remind me that the literal physical, lurching feeling of our ascent was temporary–I squeezed his hand when things got a little rocky, as they always did, and kept my eyes out the window, watching the wing gradually tilt more and more, and then we were really soaring. 

“Here,” Josh said, handing me the right earbud of his wireless set. I put it in my ear and Van Morrison was there, giving me some words about searching his soul that felt so right on that it was as though both he and Josh could read my mind. With that and the scenery below me, the two hours began to fly by. I watched the streams of clouds, stared down at the blue rivers, distant green fields and the terracotta mountains that looked so shallow and small from way up above, listened to Van in my right ear and the subdued chatter of passengers in the left, while Josh intermittently stroked my hand, arm and leg, lost in his own world of the book he’d smartly brought along. I always liked watching him read, honestly–he couldn’t control his facial expressions with anyone or anything, certainly not when he was by himself with a book, and I observed him for a couple minutes here and there between gazing out the window. Soon enough, the pilot was announcing our descent and Josh was squeezing my hand to keep me level. 

Josh had also been smart by reserving a car rental before our trip. Despite his ADHD brain and general attachment to the big picture versus details, he’d really come through with this trip. Of course, that was almost entirely because it’d been a secret from me.

I’d imagined lots of walking around the city but when we started to drive to our airbnb, it became clear that we really were staying in the suburbs. That didn’t diminish any of the allure, however–I was transfixed by this new place, mystified by the soft blue sky, the palm trees lining the streets, the thick vegetation growing in people’s lawns and the breeze that drifted through the car’s cracked windows. The air smelled so different and felt different, too–its warmth was unfamiliar but inviting. The neighborhood we were staying in was so different, the streets lined with little bungalows that sat close together but were largely protected by those deep green gardens everyone seemed to be so fond of. 

The neighborhood clearly wasn’t where affluent people lived and the exterior of our airbnb solidified that, but the inside was surprisingly chic and spacious. Dark hardwood floors led the way to an open living room and kitchen, with a small enclosed porch off the living room; the kitchen was all dark tile and granite, the counters bare except for a Keurig machine and a toaster on one end. 

“This is so you,” I said to Josh while we made our way down the short hallway, hauling our bags behind ourselves and over our shoulders. The walls were a warm sienna brown and there was indigenous artwork everywhere. “I see why you chose it.”

“I mostly chose it because of that porch, actually,” Josh said. “It was hard to find a place with any kind of real yard space. That’s the best I could do. Though I bet we’ll be spending most of our time out on the town, you know?” In the master bedroom, which seemed to harbor the most natural light out of everywhere else in the house, he dropped his bags onto the floor and stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips, observing. “I like it.” 

I followed suit, happy to free myself of the extra weight of clothes, shoes and toiletries threatening to burst the seams of my bags. I was a notorious overpacker; Josh was skilled at paring down to basic needs and a few “special” things only. I liked the bedroom too–it deviated from the main parts of the house. Its walls were a pale blue and bright windows and sheer curtains that would no doubt make sure we got up early each morning; the king-sized bed that was tucked perfectly with crisp white sheets and harbored a couple interesting throw pillows–one was shaped like a clam shell and the other was a conch shell. Cute, though we weren’t quite ON the beach. We would be soon, though. One thing Josh made sure to tell me as a selling point was Tybee Island being a short drive away. 

“It’s nice,” I affirmed, getting one arm around Josh and holding him close. Since we’d landed, my prior anxiety and dread had disappeared–it felt impossible to have such a heavy heart in such a foreign and beautiful place. “But there’s two other bedrooms. What are we gonna do with those?” 

“Maybe there’s ghosts,” Josh said, grinning and raising his eyes as he looked at me. “Savannah has a lot of them.”

“Can we do a ghost tour one of these nights?” I asked, remembering the slew of information I’d seen on those during my Google research. We had three nights to tear the town up, as far as I was concerned, and why not try to connect with some spirits? 

“Of course, my spooky darling.” Josh got his arms around me in turn and spun us around, careening us both forward so my back collided with the bed and he landed on top of me. He was still grinning, his hands positioned on either side of my head keeping him from crushing me, though he knew I loved feeling his full weight on top of me any chance I got. “I’m so glad we’re here. It’s gonna be the best trip ever.”

I put my hands on his chiseled, hard waist. “Best birthday ever?”

He grinned even bigger, teeth biting into his bottom lip as if he were trying to pull it back. “It could be. Why not?” He let the weight of his lower body fall, pressing his hips against mine, and brought his mouth to my neck. “I’m in a beautiful place with an even more beautiful woman.” 

I giggled softly at the ticklish sensation from his facial hair rubbing against my skin. “So really–what inspired all of this? I mean, why pick this city?”

“Why not this city?” Josh replied, then nibbled my earlobe, making me giggle louder and his whole body making contact with mine and his languid touches that made their way underneath my clothes made me forget how badly I wanted a real answer.

We drove into town later on when we were mostly unpacked and hankering for a real meal for the first time that day. Josh let me decide and we ended up at what seemed to be one of the most popular diners in town, with a line of waiting, hungry people trailing down the sidewalk. Josh and I shifted weight from foot to foot during our own wait and I kept peering at the old apartments across the road and down the street, with large, long windows that were frequently covered in tangled green vines. Everything looked old and full of carefully constructed detail. What had been curious to me, as we’d walked from our street parking spot to the diner, was how there seemed to be very few houses in the actual city, just lots of apartments within what used to be full houses, though many of them looked big, maybe even bigger than the houses in our temporary neighborhood.

After lunch, mostly stuffed with french fries and a giant sticky pecan roll Josh and I had shared, we set out on foot. That was when we saw the sprawl of independent houses–large, colorful, beautiful and no doubt expensive. They were set close together like the apartments though, lacking true yards, but I could imagine waking up within all those big windows and stepping out into the heart of the city each morning and how accomplished those people who actually live those lives must feel. It was like this everywhere though, really–visiting a new place and speculating how the native inhabitants lived, what brought them there, how they got to their place in life, what they did every day.

I often felt like a bit of an imposter when I was in a new place, like everyone there could tell I was just a visitor, but Savannah may have been the most profound in that way. It was a tourist city for sure, with Josh and I being far from the only ones who probably stood out. That helped, to not feel so alone in living up to the stereotypes of a tourist while we perused through little shops selling Savannah and Georgia t-shirts alike, magnets, keychains, mugs and beach bags. Josh kept trying on different pairs of sunglasses everywhere we went, not settling on a new pair until I had managed to settle on a t-shirt with an alligator printed on it, and he wore them as we walked down the boardwalk by the river. 

The sun was high and hot but the breeze helped; more than that, the array of characters along the boardwalk served as a distraction as we moved in and out of those shops and then finally sat on a bench with big iced cocktails. There was a man playing a trumpet in the middle of it all, spouting a different, comical tune for every person who walked by him. I expected Josh to make a point to parade past him just to hear what the man would play, but he stayed sitting next to me, sipping his honeydew and mango drink while I sipped my strawberry margarita. 

“We should go out tonight,” Josh said as we watched a huge boat go by, more music soaring from somewhere inside of it. 

“Even though we’re celebrating your birthday tomorrow?”

“We have every day and night we’re here to celebrate,” he told me, knocking his plastic cup against mine. “Let’s make the most of this first one.”

“That rooftop bar I saw on Google earlier did look really cool,” I said, my eyes still on the boat as its tail end moved further and further away, the people on it getting smaller and smaller. “Can we go there?”

“Anywhere you want.” 

We ate dinner in this small and tightly packed restaurant modeled after a trailer, with photographs of actual trailers backlit by sunsets hanging on the walls. The place was cute but loud–Josh and I had to yell at one another across the little square table, trying to surmount not only the clamor of our fellow patrons but the loud array of pop and soft rock that blared in from the speakers. We ate fried chicken and fried pickles and I had another, albeit smaller, margarita, and then we headed back to our rental to change. 

We both kept ourselves free of glitter for the night but Josh declared us “two stylish cats” nonetheless. Josh was wearing a fitted white tee and a pair of shiny gold pants he’d found at a thrift store and they’d gotten a little tighter since he initially bought them–his glutes, quads and calves were delectable curves accentuated by the fabric–and the bull pendant to top everything off. Once we were both ready, I scouted out an uber to bring us back downtown. I was itching to give Josh his birthday present a little early but kept it in its little wrapped box back in my suitcase, silently deciding this whole night was a gift to both of us in and of itself. 

“Do you think there’s a password or something?” Josh asked me while we approached the main door to the rooftop bar. It was tucked away in the corner of a cobblestone courtyard, not far off from the boardwalk, with a large fountain in front of it. Neon lights glazed the water, making the endless streams glow in hot pink, electric blue and vivid green, giving real truth to its name of Electric Moon Skytop Lounge.

“Doubt it,” I said, though I hadn’t thought about it. I took Josh’s arm in my own, linking us together as we made eye contact with the bouncer standing outside. “Maybe just a door fee or something.” But there was not, just the usual ID check. As always, whenever I caught a glimpse of it, I stifled a giggle at Josh’s old driver’s license photo, with his short-cropped curls and goofy smile, the face of someone I hadn’t met yet but who the universe had generously placed in my path. 

An elevator took us to the roof. The place wasn’t quite packed but it wasn’t dead–it was the perfect sort of in-between, with half of the actual bar flooded with people leaning over the glossy cocktail menus or their phones and the rest of the space harboring plush leather seats. There was no door to the actual outside roof–it was just a huge gap in the space, a wide open entrance and exit that was letting the comfortable breeze waft in and dissipate the clashing scent of various colognes and perfumes from the patrons. 

The cocktail menu was extensive and I couldn’t decide what flavor I wanted–what would fit this mood, with the balmy darkness beckoning us outside, the loud dance music that most of the people were neglecting to groove to, the bar backsplash of bright white lights that bounced off Josh’s crisp t-shirt? 

“You should stick with tequila,” Josh recommended while he scanned the menu along with me, our arms touching. “We’re OLD now and can’t mix drinks as well as we used to.”

I scoffed. “We are not old, Joshua. Young forever, remember?” I caught his smile in the corner of my eye and I smiled too as I resumed my perusing of the menu. “Alright, then. Moon Margarita it is.”

“Wait!” Josh exclaimed, grabbing my arm. “Shots. We should do shots.”

My stomach clenched at the thought. “The birthday boy wants shots? For real?”

He laughed, bouncing next to me. “Yes, for real! Come on, please? When’s the last time we did shots?” 

“Not since we were with the guys, I’m sure.” I sighed and patted the menu, finalizing my decision. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Two shots and two cocktails each later, Josh and I were perpetually giddy and as electric as all the lights shining on the river, sitting at a high-top table at the edge of the patio and sharing a cigarette. He only ever pulled those out on special occasions, keeping a pack to himself that would last for months, and the nicotine was curling through my blood, buzzing in my brain, making everything seem even more brilliant. Sitting there with him, I no longer cared that he’d kept this all a secret–it was a beautiful, fun and special secret and I was actually glad it was just the two of us. At the core of it all, that’s kind of how it had become and years prior to knowing Josh, the thought of that would have nauseated me–being tethered to one person had always seemed scary but, more than that, like simply a bad decision. I’d never questioned it with Josh, though. We had our tribe–my friends, his friends, his family, my family–but the bond between the two of us felt unbreakable in a way I hadn’t known before. The world could crumble around us and I was confident some piece of Josh and I would remain. 

“God,” I said, tapping the cigarette into the blue glass ashtray on the table, then laughed. “I’m wasted, Josh.” 

He laughed with me and took the cigarette back when I passed it across to him. “Me too, darling. But in the best way. Like, just the right amount.” He turned as he took a drag, lashes fluttering as he looked out over the water. “This is great. I really love this place.”

“Me too,” I echoed, following his gaze to the river. “This might be the coolest bar we’ve ever been to.”

“The bar, yes. Or lounge, whatever,” Josh said with a wave of his arm, his hand holding the cigarette letting the curls of smoke soar through the air. “But the whole city, too. I just love it. It’s got such charm.”

I tilted my head, so drunk and forever enamored, and smiled. “It does. So do you.”

He extended the cigarette back to me once more. “Charming enough to buy you another drink?”

“Wait, no,” I protested, putting the cigarette between my lips as I rifled through my bag. Through the obstruction and the slight drunken slur that was happening, I said, “I should’ve been buying you the drinks the whole time. It’s your birthday.” 

“Hey, hey, no, absolutely not,” Josh scolded, laughing, and began to get up from the table. “We’ve been over this a thousand times.” He came over to me, kissed my cheek, and whisked away, calling out, “Be right back!” 

I sighed but laughed just the same and worked on finishing the cigarette as I checked my phone. It wasn’t quite midnight yet but I figured I’d forget later on to text Jake happy birthday, so I sent that text with a selfie of Josh and I in front of the fountain in Forsyth Park and a little sentimental message about missing him. I felt myself slipping into too much of the inebriated heartache and willed myself to stop, bringing my attention back to the glittering black river and the sounds around me, the feeling of the night air and the moon suspended within it, right above me. 

When it was, in fact, officially midnight, Josh and I were walking out of the cobblestone courtyard back up to the streets, preparing to hitch our next uber. I was looking at the map with the little cars following zig-zagging lines when I noticed the clock change; I pulled Josh aside and behind a thick oak tree while real cars wheeled past us on the dark road. 

“Happy birthday, beautiful,” I said, hugging him against my body, with my lips right against his ear. 

He giggled, a sound frequently reserved for drunken nights. “Thank you, darling. Another trip around the sun. I feel wiser for it.”

“You are wiser,” I agreed, closing my eyes, keeping him there. He hugged me right back and left us to slightly sway on the sidewalk, our faces brushed gently by each other’s hair and the night breeze. 

Back in our temporary home, we were a further mess of drunken giggles and increasingly heated touches until we were actively ruining the white sheets with our mingling sweat. I felt less head-drunk since we’d started kissing and touching, Josh’s hands extra exploratory and wandering, but the body buzz was exacerbated; I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled from my chest as Josh kissed, and inadvertently, tickled my neck and ears and I couldn’t stop my own hands from wandering in turn. His skin was warm and soft beneath my fingers and the muscles in his arms flexed while I grazed over them and he tried to maneuver us both, to get the rest of our clothing off. My fingertips found the column of his neck and I traced up his throat to his jaw, caressing the sharp lines there and the softer lines of his mouth before I brought that back to mine to devour. 

“I’m ready for a present now,” Josh said when he pulled back, dark eyes shimmering in the moonlight filtering through the window. 

“Blowjob?” I asked in earnest, mentally readying myself for the task. 

“Ha!” Josh let out loudly, throwing his head back, which made me laugh in disbelief. He shook his head then and tapped my nose with one fingertip. “Nope.” With that, he crawled down the bed until he was on the floor in front of it, grabbed my ankles to yank me down, then planted his face right between my thighs. 

“Shit,” I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut while I latched onto his hair with my fingers. I hadn’t been expecting that and the sensation was so sudden and intense that I was already trembling. Josh remained there, his hands gripping my thighs, and sent little vibrations up my spine with his muffled moans; it didn’t take long until I was seeing stars and clawing at his scalp, trying to push him off in my hyper-sensitive state. 

Mercifully, Josh did. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he came back up and pressed his hips between mine, kissing me and sliding through the slick wetness that was all thanks to him. I shut my eyes and let go, let myself become lost in all of his touching and the song that expanded in the room with our mutual moans, sighs and soft words. I felt like I was slurred and nearly unintelligible, but Josh was as eloquent as ever; he sighed praise and affirmations into my ears and against my cheeks and lips while he thrust deep and intentional within me. 

Lying in the afterglow, we snuggled underneath the warm sheets; I pet Josh’s curls back and traced lines down his neck and chest while he curled himself against me. “I love you, Starshine,” I said, mostly sober then and not even all that tired. But Josh’s ability to become so quiet and still once we were in bed together was almost contagious, even if my mind didn’t always slow down at the same pace. 

“Mmm,” Josh hummed against my collarbone. “Love you more.” He looped his arms around me and squashed me into a hug while squashing his own face into my neck. “I want us to be together forever.”

I laid one arm over my head to give us both more breathing room. “I think we’re doing that,” I told him. It was true. “I’m either gonna be with you forever or be with nobody forever. You know that.”

Josh nodded. “You’ve told me. Sometimes I just need a reminder.”

I played with the curls at the base of his neck. “I love you more than the sun, moon and stars combined.”

He giggled softly. “That’s a lot of love,” he said, then popped his head up to pop a quick kiss onto my lips. “I love you more than the whole universe.”

I chuckled. “You always have to one-up me, don’t you?” 

Josh settled back down, his eyelashes fluttering against my neck. “No. Just stating facts.”

“Wait!” I said, suddenly alarmed and wide awake, and shot up from the bed to scramble around for something clean to wear. “I have to give you your real present.” I rifled through my bag to throw on a t-shirt and shorts before I retrieved the box wrapped in sapphire blue paper from the small pocket that had been keeping it safe. 

Josh sat up and I met him halfway up the bed, placing the box on his sheet-covered thigh. “You really didn’t have to get me anything,” he said, laying his long fingers over the paper. “This trip was more than enough.”

“I like getting you presents. It’s just one thing,” I said, wishing I’d remembered to give it to him earlier. “But I saw it and thought of you.” 

He leaned back and to the side, straining to reach the lamp on the nightstand. “I imagine I’ll need some light for this. Jewelry?” he asked, grinning at me before he looked down, concentrating on peeling back the paper. 

“How’d you know?” I quipped, smiling too. I never had to worry about whether or not Josh would like what I got him–the bull pendant from our first anniversary was still hanging around his neck and I was sure he’d be pleased with the change. 

When the box was opened and Josh was holding up the chain in one hand, the pendant twirled in the air and the tiny jewels caught the light and it really did look like a small, brilliant golden star he could keep over his heart. He laid the pendant down in his open palm and traced the sharp triangles and gemstones with his fingers. 

“I absolutely love it,” he said, his touch moving up the length of the chain, then he looked up and smiled at me. “It’s very me.” 

“I thought so, too.” I leaned over him and kissed the top of his head. “For my Starshine.” 

Josh put the chain over his head and the starburst–I was committed to it being a star now, not a sun, because it just suited him so well–settled over his chest, right beneath the shiny bull pendant. He grabbed my arm with one hand and the back of my head with the other, pulling me to him, pressing his lips to mine that caused a different kind of starburst in my own heart. 

“Thank you, darling,” he said before kissing me again. 

It was always gratifying when Josh was seemingly at a loss for words. I toyed with the pendant while I stroked his shoulder with my other hand. “You’re welcome,” I replied, knowing he would be in my orbit forever, he’d be my stars and moon and universe forever, he’d be mine forever. 

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Tagging: @jjwasneverhere @colorstreammind

[fictionalscenarios]

bts jungkook ff - splintered heart (part 1)

introduction: you start a new high school and meet one guy who changes your life forever

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I smiled slightly and threw my older red backpack on my back, which had a pendant in the shape of a raven-haired dorm eagle from Harry Potter. However, the textbooks that I had already received on the empty days were lying on the table - no one wanted them on the first day of school anyway, and besides, I expected that some textbooks would be added.

Yes, I was starting a new school because I was accepted on the basis of the entrance exams, to the second year. All in all, it was very confusing, but I was happy, I got to a more distant high school, but one where I always wanted to go - with extended teaching of history and especially literature.

I didn't have to say goodbye to my mother or father, they were both already at work anyway - they left together a while ago, they work in companies only five minutes' walk away from each other. And I locked our house and walked across the modest garden to the creaking gate, which opened with a soft creak and released me onto the sidewalk that led to the bus stop a block away from our house.

When I finally got there, I sat down on one of the seats about in the middle, took out my mobile phone and put on wireless headphones and listened to the tunes of songs that gave me courage in my not-so-easy situation - I had to transfer to a new school, meet new people. We didn't have to be that nerd anymore, I could start a new life. But I didn't know if I was ready for it.

However, I was saved from these considerations by the stop at which I was supposed to get off. I didn't want to be late on the first day of school, after all, first impressions are very important.

As I got out and headed towards the huge building with the big sign announcing that this was a high school, specifically a high school, my heart sank. After all, in all those clichéd movies, although we have seen very few of them, but mainly in those books that we have read so much, the parents took their child to the director's office. They were here with him, at least one of them. But I - I was here alone. Completely alone.

I took a deep breath and entered the school through the threshold. I saw a staircase that split into two smaller ones, and according to the signs, I reached the door of the director's office. Mrs. Blackwood.

I knocked and waited, took a step further, and when the invitation to enter was heard, I pressed the handle, opened the door and stopped in the doorway - the principal's office was a smaller room, with many framed diplomas on the walls. A blonde, not very old lady was sitting behind the table in an older chair. She was definitely like that at the age of the parents of our generation.

"Hello Mrs. Blackwood" I greeted sheepishly and when she gave me a slight smile I bowed my head and tried to smile too, but I was pretty sure I didn't do it very well. I was so scared of the future , rejection.

"Hello miss…" she nodded to the single chair in front of her desk and I introduced myself in a low voice. "Y/N/."

“Very well, sit down.” she smiled at me and I complied, looking at her for a moment and straightening up as she began to speak.

"Welcome to our school. We have a recommendation from the last one, you are said to be a very good student, so I hope you will not disappoint my expectations. Your classroom is right on this floor, down the corridor to the left, you will definitely recognize it by the sign on the door. I will come with you to introduce you to the class and your homeroom teacher. Do you have any special requests or questions?” she finally finished her welcome speech and I just nodded slightly.

"Is there a library here?" I asked with interest and the director just smiled at me.

“Of course, miss. Surely one of the classmates will be happy to show it to you. We're sure you'll get along with them." she assured me and then opened the door, letting me out and I followed her a few steps towards my new classroom.

When the headmistress knocked and walked in, I took a deep breath and followed her. The class was lazily getting up, the class teacher looked at me and I felt my cheeks turn red. I have never been very social and open to new people.

"So, introduce yourself," the headmistress hissed at me, but it wasn't aggressive. And I stood in front of the blackboard, looked at the classrooms full of occupied desks, and took a breath for the answer - after all, I could have expected it all. It wasn't clear that it was is it always like this? That the books and the movies didn't lie in this one?

“My name is Y/N. I transferred here and I commute." I said and looked at the director - I had nothing more to say.

She just shrugged her shoulders, smiled slightly and motioned me to a few seats and I took a breath and made my way to the desk about halfway down the class she was sitting behind on the left.

She had blood red hair with slight brown growths, a small red piercing in her nose, lines, highlighted eyebrows and around her neck two gold chains resembling dorb chains, one significantly stronger than the other.

"Can I sit with you? Please?" I said and tried to sleep. When the girl turned her head on me and gave me an almost imperceptible nod, I smiled and sat down, sliding as far as I could on the edge of the desk so as not to invade her personal zone and stare at the teacher who for a long time she was saying something about what kind of performance she expects from us this year and that everything will be suitable for our graduation.

Other times I would have listened, as it was my habit at the last school, but not now - I didn't really care that much, they said it last year and they will say it next year too. I don't really have anything to lose, I have the opportunity to establish at least some social relations so that I am not completely alone in this class and actually in this city.

I seemed to be grinding my nails for a while, but then I turned to my seatmate and asked her in a whisper: "Excuse me… do you mind me sitting here?"

She turned to me, pretty slowly, and pressed her lips into a thin line, measuring me with her eyes.

“Honestly?” she asked me.

“Well… I guess so. Please be honest - I don't want to bother anyone here." I was a little flustered by her question, so I could only give a tentative answer and a slight nod of my head combined with a shrug.

"I'm glad that at least someone wanna sit with me."

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hi guys, this is my first longer ff here, so please let me know if you like it... also you can already find part 2 on my profile.

thank you and take care of yourself, love you <3

[oldphonepreservation]

Samsung SGH-X427m and X507 dumped, plus a modified SPH-M270 firmware shipping on a prepaid carrier device..?

I know posting has been slow, but rest assured phone preservation has shown no signs of slowing down!

Some new firmware dumps as of late:

Samsung SGH-X427m, version X47MUCDI3 (incomplete; 8 of 16MB)

Samsung SGH-X507, version X507UCFC2. A previously undumped model!

Samsung SPH-M270, version FA10 on Virgin Mobile. Read on for the story of the previous FA10 dump…

The previous Samsung SPH-M270 dump was done on an unsuspecting device with a Q Link Wireless sticker on it, and appeared to be based on an existing Virgin Mobile firmware, itself still having some Sprint remains. It wasn't put into question until the phone in question had much less restrictions compared to any Virgin Mobile feature phone, including a working Qualcomm Diagnostic port as well as working test dial codes (such as the ##2739# BREW code). When known BREW contributor kraze1984 picked up his own M270, he noted that none of the dial codes which worked on the Q Link device worked on his, and that it only allowed for an MTP connection when plugged into a PC. One JTAG dump later, and it was found that every single mention of Virgin Mobile was replaced with "Phone", resulting in the phrase "You may need to contact Phone" being found on the modified firmware. It is yet to be known who made the modifications to the M270 firmware for Q Link Wireless, or why they even bothered to do such…

Last but certainly not least, thank you to MC4f for the recent donations and krzbrew for dumping the stock SPH-M270! I hope to be able to share info on a very interesting reference device soon…

[atplblog]

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