#Juke Hop

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Intro - A Trip thru Planet X • Jungle'y Bangahz • Phat Breakz • They Know (Dumbsh*t Remix) • X-perimentation • Intermission pt.1 - Skum Fuckah • Intermission pt.2 - Figure Ice Skating • Flat Phaze • Quartz Speedway (This is It) • Issa Feelin' • Tranz Jam • Outro - Funk Voyage

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Chance the Rapper - Juke Jam Tiny Desk Concert

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any lethal co. incident involving those fake crewmate mfs makes me feel like a final girl in a sci-fi horror movie

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TBP & DJ Evil Twin B2B February 2023

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New Music: DJ Shadow - Action Adventure LP

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sebastian x new farmer!reader | sfw | seb and reader meet for the first time | alcohol mention (reader orders a beer), smoking (seb has a cig), gender neutral, no other warnings unless you consider this was written on my phone as one | i miss my edgelord husband and this demanded to be written asap so here we are. i will likely expand on this bc im thinking about seb and ****** **** and i gotta get from point a to b somehow (aka the warnings will come later)

when you moved to pelican town, you anticipated the dirt and dust. the absence of city noise, the waves crashing along the shoreline in the distance, the clean air despite the one corporation in town, even the eerie moans that echo in the forest. the ache in your muscles after working the land became expected, almost satisfying; you even started to enjoy fishing.

what you didn’t expect, though, was to meet a man like sebastian.

at first, you weren’t sure he even existed. robin and demetrius mentioned having a son, though you’d only met maru, and lewis was adamant you hadn’t met everyone. the ever-elusive sebastian became a whisper on the wind, a folktale the harder you looked.

until one evening you decide to visit the saloon. you’ve been here long enough, and gus invites you to stop by every time he sees you. what harm could it be? a drink at the local saloon would be a nice way to settle more into the community.

by the time you get there, it’s packed. pam is at the bar, her eyes heavy and cheeks flushed like grenadine. shane is in one corner, willy in another. clint watches emily dance on her own to the music coming from the juke box; robin and demetrius attempt to work as one, and it’s almost endearing to watch them stumble over each other.

gus greets you like any other customer, an excited glint in his eyes at the fact you’ve finally decided to come in. you order, and once you have the cold glass in your hands, you continue to take in the bar.

it’s cozy and small-town, with rustic decor and natural accents. there’s a short hallway leading to another room on the far end of the space, and the glow of lights catches your attention. as you walk through the hallway, you realize the light is coming from arcade games, and this area is a game room. a pool table, soda machine, a small tv, and a couple chairs and tables litter the space.

looming over the pool table is someone you haven’t seen before. raven hair, almost a deep purple in the lighting, hangs over an angular face. black on black, from head to toe; slender hands donning multiple rings guide a pool stick, nonchalant focus in his dark eyes. the blinking arcade lights reflect off of black metal jewelry in his ears and on his nose, and a cigarette is pressed between his lips. he makes his shot with a swift motion of his arms and straightens up, pulling a hit off of his cigarette, smoke swirling around him and along his mouth.

as he straightens up, his eyes don’t fall on the pool table. he doesn’t watch the path of his turn, or how the ball glides along the felt material into the intended pocket. they find you instead, trailing up from your thighs to your hips to your chest and finally, your eyes.

he maintains contact as he pulls at the near-dead cigarette. his gaze is hard to read, but it’s intentional, observant, with flickers of turbulence, chaos. oceans at midnight working to learn you without a word.

“hey farmer!” sam hops up from one of the dated armchairs, a bright grin on his face and pool stick in hand. “didn’t expect to see you here. you’ve met sebastian, right?”

“no,” you shake your head and smile, a small but warm notion. you work hard to ignore the flutters in your stomach from nerves, or the heat prickling your cheeks. “I don’t believe we have.”

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On 9 November, 1942, flying off the coast of Casablanca, French Morrocco in support of the Operation TORCH landings, the Piper Cub (under the name L-4 Grasshopper) made her official combat debut in the Second World War. This once-civilian plane had been bought by the U.S. Army to function as "air observation posts," flown by pilots in the U.S. Army Field Artillery, attached directly to battalions. Her concept, proven in training maneuvers, was as aerial reconnaissance; aerial photography; single-person transport; air ambulance; and in particular, reconnaissance and artillery observation. She would prove to be perfect for all of these roles. She would go on to have an incredible record during the Second World War, one of the best planes built for her particular role, with over six thousand of them bought by the U.S. Army. She was small, she could handle landing tiny fields, she was stealthy, she was dead simple to repair and reliable in the air.

But on that day? For that mission? There were only three Grasshoppers, and it was an absolute disaster.

The three planes were attached to the 3rd Infantry Division. Their pilots were hurriedly brought to USS Ranger (CV-4), aboard which were three L-4 Grasshoppers in bad condition. All their efforts were getting the planes ready for flight. What the pilots did not know was that their commanders, from colonels to generals alike, did not prepare properly for their debut.

On 8 November American troops stormed ashore at Safi, Casablanca and Point Lyautey. The next day, Ranger turned into the wind, the pilots got aboard the planes. In the 35-knot wind the instant the ship's crew let go of their tails, the planes hopped off the deck and were in the air, sixty miles from shore.

Three miles from the beach, the allied invasion force appeared. Transports, destroyers, the light cruiser USS Brooklyn. Aboard the Brooklyn alert officers and anti-air gun crews spotted the L-4 Grasshoppers.

There was nothing in the allied aviation recognition books that resembled the L-4 Grasshopper. None of the artillery pilots' superiors had properly distributed warnings that the Army had procured the civilian planes, and were using them for the first time.

The Brooklyn's anti-air weaponry opened up. 5" shells, 40mm bofors, 20mm Oerlikons reached out to lick at the Grasshoppers. In the first flak burst the quartet of little planes scattered, diving for the deck. Captain Ford Allcorn leveled off at twenty feet and started juking like mad, gamely going for the beach leading his flight. Every other ship, seeing the Brooklyn open up on the unfamiliar planes, joined in.

The artillery pilots had not the fuel to return to the ship, even if they'd been trained in carrier landings, which they weren't. Land was their only option for salvation. Shellfire blew out Allcorn's windshield, shot off one of the doors. As the Grasshoppers juked and weaved, bullets splashed into the water all around them. A hundred feet from shore, they levelled off and gunned their throttles to the maximum - 80 mph - for the safety of the shoreline.

At which point the pintle mount machineguns on tanks ashore opened fire on them. For nobody had told the Army troops of the 2nd Armored Division either about the Piper Cubs, and seeing the Navy so enthusiastically shooting at them, they joined in. .50-calibre bullets ripped into the Grasshoppers, betrayed by their own.

Captain Allcorn's engine cut out after several tanks' machineguns stitched bullets across the frame, and five bullets tore into his leg.

The wounded planes got to the shoreline. They flew over the armor, guns straining to shoot at them, desperately trying to get to the safety of the Fedala Racetrack, where they were supposed to go. Allcorn spotted a relatively flat area and pancaked in, crawling out of the mortally wounded flaming bird before the fuel exploded.

And then the Vichy French opened up.

Lieutenants Butler, Shell, and Captain Devol (one L-4 having carried two of them) were taken prisoner after crash landing behind Vichy French lines, but were released when the French in Casablanca surrendered two days later on 11 November.

Amazingly, despite all this, nobody had been killed.

Captain Allcorn was the first Army aviator in the ETO to fly off a carrier, the first in combat, and the dubious distinction of the first to be shot down and the first to be wounded. Captain Allcorn, from his hospital bed back in the States, wrote a report about it all that even reached the Chief of Staff General Marshall's desk. He argued that this disastrous beginning was not the death knell of the Grasshopper. He concluded, perhaps rather dryly, that there was seemingly a failure to communicate between the Army and the Navy. His report helped the Piper Cub / L-4 Grasshopper survive the event, to go on to become one of the most produced aircraft of the war, and most widely used.

Even today, almost four thousand of the nearly twenty thousand Piper Cubs built are still in the FAA registry.

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"Shit."

"Indeed. I suggest you take what you can in the next thirty seconds and proceed to Spyglass as quickly as you can."

Ma-ren didn't know how to process this information. She stood and dithered, hopping from one foot to the other and staring at the door. Fen meanwhile jumped into action. She grabbed the Stars, her and Ma-ren's backpacks, stuffed a few changes of clothes into them, their pads and chargers, the chamomile and her wine and threw the bag at Ma-ren. "Come on hon, we gotta go now."

That snapped Ma-ren back to reality. "But what about everyone else? My family?"

"We'll have to send them a message when we're safe" Fen opened the door and stuck her head out slowly. Nobody in the hall "Which we won't be unless you get moving!"

Fen grabbed Ma-ren's hand gently, but firmly and pulled her along. Instead of going to the elevators, she took Ma-ren over to the maintenance tunnels she had used just a few days ago. She grasped the handle, and as she touched it, the lock clicked. "Thanks Station."

"You're welcome Fen. I will attempt to delay them, but it won't last."

Fen led Ma-ren through the maintenance tunnels down to the docks. It was a more circuitous trip than normal, but at least they weren't being seen by everyone. Even if they made it to Gord, Fen didn't want anyone to get hassled by Tam'itarr's goons trying to figure out where they went. Fen was also thankful that slug throwers were banned on the station. Due to their physiology and other factors, the Gren never learned how to throw. That meant that a lot of weapons technology never occurred to them. They had spent all their technological energies into bladed weapons. Their knifes and swords were unparalleled, but they tended to have a blind spot about guns. Fen knew about guns from history and shows, but had never actually seen one in person.

Fen led Ma-ren out of the maintenance tunnels near the docks. As they walked out, there was a shout and they turned, and saw a Tylan point at them. They turned and took off towards the docks.

As they ran, Ma-ren's head turned and she grabbed Fen "This way!" and took off down the promenade. It wasn't a direct line to the docks, but the promenade was filled with people. A shift change had just occurred and everyone was going out to eat, be entertained, and spend stars.

They ran through the promenade, ducking around folks while Fen apologized as they bumped into people. Juking around tables, and diving around crates, they made it to the end of the promenade only to hear another shout as they exited. This time, it was a K'laxi with a notched ear who was shouting. Ma-ren stopped with her mouth open. "Kellem? What are you doing?"

Kellem just smiled and started to run towards them.

Fen grabbed Ma-ren again and they ran towards the docks. There wasn't anywhere to hide anymore, so they just had to hope they had enough of a head start. "Station!" Fen shouted in between gulps of air. "Does Gord know we're coming?"

"I told Spyglass. She said that they'll be ready."

As they rounded the last corner to the docks, the wall paneling exploded with a crack and splinters of plastic rained down behind them. Fen risked a look back and saw a Tylan with a slug thrower. "Holy shit. They have guns!"

At the docks, the two of them jumped over and slid under the gate to the docks as the dock workers yelled and shook their fists. Not wanting to risk a look back, Fen heard the roar of the gun firing again, and this time everyone in the docks dove towards the deck.

"Station! They have guns!"

"Confirmed Fen, they seem to be armed with slug throwers. I do not know anything further.

"Seem to be? Station we're the ones being shot at, it's pretty clear." Ma-ren had an even harder time talking to Station while they ran.

Fen nodded then realized that Station probably couldn't see that. "I thought slug throwers were forbidden!"

"They are, Fen. I do not know how they were able to get them past me. Even now, I only know that they are there from eyewitness accounts and the audio of their firing. I cannot see them when I scan."

Fen's lungs were like fire. The effort of running almost all the way from their apartment was taking its toll, but finally they could see Spyglass in the dock. The door was open, and Gord stood at the airlock holding something.

As they got closer, Fen could hear more shouts behind them but they started to get softer. Were they giving up? Fen risked a look back and saw that they had stopped running so hard, but one of them - the K'laxi Ma-ren called Kellem was down on one knee holding something long and black. He appeared to be aiming.

Suddenly, Gord snapped what he was holding to his shoulder and the world became light and noise. This wasn't the crack and boom of the gangster's weapons, this was on a whole different level. It sounded like a rotary hammer, a saw, and an explosion all at once. He was shooting up and over Ma-ren and Fen. Clearly he didn't want to hear them, but also wanted to make a point.

"Move it ladies! Bus is leaving!" Gord shouted as he slotted another magazine.

As they approached, their ears in pain from Gord's battle rifle, Fen noticed that Spyglass was blazing. Every running light was lit and over the airlock was her name bold and bright. Fen imagined she looked much as she did when she came here so long ago.

They were less than two meters from the airlock when it happened. At the time, Fen had almost no idea what was going on. There was another crack from the gangsters, and Ma-ren grunted.

That was the last sound she ever made.

Fen turned around, and Ma-ren's fur and clothes were matted with blood. She had been struck in the back by a high powered round. Fen turned and tried to help her up so she could drag her onto Spyglass, but she was too heavy. "Gord! GORD!" Fen didn't even try and hide the rising panic.

Gord looked down at them and swore in his original language. He said something to Spyglass and ran down the ramp towards them. As he did, his battle rifle roared again, this time towards the gangsters. When he got to them, he looked over at Ma-ren. "Fen, she's gone. You have to leave her."

"No! I can't leave Ma! We can get her aboard, we can do something!"

Gord grabbed her shoulder firmly. "Fen, Ma is dead. We have no technology that can stop that. If we don't leave now, we're dead too and then her sacrifice is worthless."

"Sacrifice? She was running!" Fen wailed. Her face was wet with tears.

Gord's expression hardened. "Fen, if you want to live, you have to do what I say. You have to mourn her later. Right now, pick up your bag and run."

Fen looked at Gord, then down at Ma-ren. She looked so small. Laying on her stomach, with her tail limp and blood pooling onto the deck. Fen swallowed a hiccupping cry and stood shakily.

Gord nodded. "Good. We'll get them, just not now."

"We had better."

Gord and Fen ran into Spyglass, and the airlock slammed shut.

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Lemon • Deep Down Body Thurst • Voilà • 1000 • Don't Don't Do It! • ESP • Lightning Fire Magic Prayer • Rollinem 7's • Kites • Secret Life Of Tigers • Lifting You

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III: Fire and Smoke Winchester x younger sibling (oc) Part 3

hi, so i have more of a plan for this now so please enjoy chapter 3. I've got 4, 5, 6 done and will be posting soon.

Sam and Dean left to investigate the bridge where all the murders happened, but Jamie decided to stay back anyway. She knew Dean wouldn’t let her go when she gave him so much attitude, she didn’t know why she was so upset. She knew she wasn’t fully over everything that had happened but that was no reason to snap at her brother.

“I should apologize.” She muttered to herself while she looked over several archives from the library.

Jamie couldn’t help but check her phone every few minutes either. The longer her brothers were gone the worse it was. They would either call or show up, she thought to herself but no amount of self-soothing was calming her down. 

She rubbed her brows, checked the windows, and even circled the block. It had been almost an hour since they left.

Every car engine and every door slam made her jump.

“Why am I so anxious all of a sudden?” She asked herself. Was it because of Sam or just being around her brothers, was it the hunt? Was it because she tried to induce a vision? Jamie had no intention of sitting around and stewing in her stress. If it took them this long to take care of one ghost who knows what else went wrong?

Her phone rang, singing “Juke Box Hero”; Sam’s ringtone. Jamie answered it only to be met by muffled sounds.

“Sam? Sammy? Did you butt-dial me?” She asked. Who knew her brother was so clumsy? She was about to hang up when she heard her brother’s screams and shouts of panic.

“What the fuck am I doing?” She asked herself, looking at her phone as the commotion continued. She should be out there, hunting with her brothers, finding clues, and not staring at the same four walls of the cheapest motel for a hundred miles. She knew her brothers would be upset but knew now was the time to start taking risks. She could always sway Dean over with pie in a couple of days, Sam is back in Palo Alto on Monday, so he wouldn’t care. She already knew where the body was and what to do, this was a beer run for her.

Grabbing her duffle bag off the chair and feeling it for her supplies, she checked off her metal list. 

Salt, iron crowbar, spare rounds, shotgun, car pick, lighter fluid, matches.

The Car Pick was a tool she made when Bobby was out on a hunt. Wanting to take one of the working cars out for a drive when she got her license. But Bobby kept all his keys in one ring so she had to go the old-fashioned way.

making her way across the street and into the nearby parking lot she approached the nearest car. A small ford. With ease she slid the tool between the window and the seal, popping the lock up on the driver’s side. 

She hopped in and put her stuff in the passenger, going underneath to feel for the plastic that held the wires, she already felt wires.

“Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch.” She muttered. The car was already hot-wired. She touched the cables together and smiled as the engine roared.

She had no time to waste. She knew where already. They filled her in after questioning some townsfolk before they headed out. She had to make it to the bones before something happened to the boys.

“Jamie is on her way!” She said, pressing the gas and whipping the old hunk of bolts. She felt like Dean whenever she drove. She felt like she could take on the world like her brother did.

As she drove, her hands gripped the shells. Her headache was long forgotten as her mind was overtaken with childhood memories of their car traditions and everything they had been through. She’d be famed if she lost them to a ghost. 

Turning a twenty-minute drive into ten was not easy and it only drove her adrenaline more. She could only thank God that the tank was full and pray she made it to her brothers in time. Luckily, there was a drivable path to the family cemetery where the mother was buried with her children.

Jamie put the car in park and jumped out. The grave was a large memorial.

“Lady Luck, you must have a crush on me.” She smiled as she dragged out her crowbar and pried the sealed door open. It was corroded and wilting away. One stab made the brick fall like dominos. As the brick fell and dust rose Jamie could do nothing but cover her nose. The smell of rot and death filled her senses, the smell made her eyes burn.

“That’s ripe.” She muttered, stepping over the debris and into the tombstone. It wasn’t something she had never seen before. Inside were three coffins, one large and two small.

“Her kids are stuck here too?” Jamie asked herself as she looked over the inside. “Oh well, you gotta go too. Sorry kiddos.” She muttered as she broke the coffin lids off each one. She doused them in lighter fluid and salt. She emptied the can of fluid into the grave.

Just as she struck the match she heard a loud crash, likely at the house.

“Sam! Dean!” She questions, her voice laced with worry and urgency. Quickly she lit three matches and threw them into the coffins, jogging out and back to the car she hijacked. As the bodies burned and the fire grew, Jamie turned the engine over again and reversed off the trail. 

Just as she pulled up she saw her brothers standing outside the trashed house. The impala lodged right into what was probably a living room. 

“Is that Jamie?” Sam asked looking towards the dim car lights. The car parked and out jumped their little sister. A confused look on her face.

“Is that Dad’s car driven through a house?” She asked as she approached her brothers.

“Yes,” Sam said laughing. Dean looked heartbroken.

“What are you doing here, we said stay at the motel,” Dean said. 

“Well, considering what happened I saved your butts. Sam butt dialed me and I heard screams so I got a car and high-tailed it.” She said, her hands in her pockets. 

“The kids,” Sam said, looking at his brother. “She did save our asses.”

“Yeah Dean, listen to Sammy. Yall woulda been ghost mince if it wasn’t for me getting here in time and burning the bones.”

“Whatever. Not bad kid.” Dean smiled.

They got back to the motel and cleaned up. Jamie carefully took her father’s notes down and stacked them. She would figure something to do with them but she didn’t want to let go of them or have some random civilian walk in on it.

“Wait so you told the officer your boobs were real?” Jamie asked from the backseat. “And you made a fake 911 call so Dean could escape?” 

Sam Scoffed and Dean couldn’t stop smiling, nodding in the front seat as his sister giggled in the back. 

“You guys are crazy.” She muttered.

“If we are crazy that makes you at least half crazy.” Sam joked.

“Unfortunately, I am a Winchester through and through. I would just book it.” Jamie scoffed as she flipped through more pages.

“How long are you going to go through those chicken scratches?” Dean asked, looking at his sister from the backseat.

“I don’t know. I’m trying to figure out where he went next.”

it wasn’t long until they got back to Sam’s place. The bad feeling Jamie got loomed over her as she sat in the backseat waiting for her brothers to be done.

“Jamie…Jamiiieee?” Sam sang her name trying to get her attention. Snapping back to reality she looked at her older brother.

“Sorry, Sammy. I’ll uhm see you next time.” She smiled. Setting down her father’s papers and giving her brother a half hug through the Impala window. Sam nodded and stepped away from the car. Watching as his brother and sister drove off.

“D?”

“Yes?” 

“Would you believe me if I said I had a bad feeling about that place since the first time we came here?” Jamie asked, turning around to catch the faint outline of her brother walking into the house. “Jess gave me a bad feeling.” 

“Me too, hold on.” The car jerked as Dean flipped a highspeed u-turn and raced back down the street. the car was parked and the siblings were out of the car in seconds. Jogging up to the building, they could feel the pure heat that was beginning to emanate from the house. Dean kicked down the door and rushed in. 

“JAMIE STAY BACK!” Dean shouted as he heard the screams, as Dean rushed in Jamie followed. Staying just a few feet back as Dean rushed up the stairs. She could see it, some of it at least. The very edges of the fire started making their way outside the door. 

“Shit.” She muttered. Running back down the stairs she ran to the neighbors, using both fists she banged on the door, screaming. “FIRE! GET UP THERE IS A FIRE!” As she moved through the small complex banging on doors she could still only hear her brother’s footsteps and worried shouts.

The door opened as she banged. A very exhausted-looking girl opened it with a crazed expression. Jamie could feel the sleep-deprived anger that the girl was ready to spout. 

“There is a big fire upstairs! You need to leave! Grab everything and run!” She said before the girl could even speak. Jamie had moved to the next door as the girl ran back into her apartment. 

She banged on the next door. “FIRE. YOU HAVE TO GET UP!” She screamed the fire was spreading unnaturally fast. Jamie could hear boards crumbling as the roof seemed to collapse. 

Now that Sam and Dean were out of danger she made her way to the stairs, and she remained calm, keeping her breathing as steady as she could as she raced down the stairs, she would have to hope no one else was in the building or they made it out somehow, it would be a miracle. 

“Ooooh, Jamie.” A Dark voice sang behind her. She stopped halfway down the step before turning around, it all happened in a flash. She saw Jess, at the top of the staircase, she could see the singe that covered her face.

“Who are you?” Jamie asked, watching as the smoke began to blow out of her brother’s apartment. Dark, black smoke, almost unnatural in movement as if Jess’s burned body was the only thing stopping it from spreading to the house. Jess grinned and raised her arm, almost as if commanding the smoke to follow her command. 

Jamie was pushed back by the smoke, sending her tumbling down the rest of the stairs and flying out of the building. 

“Dean!” She shouted as she was pushed by the smoke. It felt like it was trying to tear her apart. She hit the Impala with a loud thud. The smoke continued to push her into the car. Then it all went dark.

She was back in Sam’s apartment, there was no fire. Just the thick smell of smoke and scorched flesh. It was rancid

Standing on the staircase, staring up at nothing. Then the smoke came. On instinct, Jamie started running down the stairs. They were never-ending as she was just barely able to stay out of reach of the black smoke that chased her. She tried to call for her brothers, but her throat burned so badly she could taste the odor in her mouth. It was overwhelming.

She saw the front door. It was lit up with some kind of bright, blinding light. She tried to reach it but just as she reached the last step, she felt herself fall forward, it was the black smoke. It was eating her alive, consuming her but she couldn’t scream, she couldn’t breathe.

With a loud, almost crunchy gasp she shot up, immediately coughing as bile began to creep up her throat. She leaned forward, unable to hold herself up. She saw the ground approaching quickly but it never came. Still in a daze, she looked up to see her brother’s face full of fear and concern. It was Sammy.

“Breathe Jamie, Breath!” She heard. Holding her throat and looking around she saw the worried faces of her brothers, crouched next to her in an ambulance. They weren’t moving. There was some kind of mask covering her nose. 

“We are right here June Bug, just breathe for me okay? In and out, just like that. Good girl.” Sam eased as he kept the face mask held tightly to his sister’s face. She was covered in soot, head to toe. The only color he saw on her was any hair that shook off the soot and her eyes. Large and doey, slightly bloodshot due to the smoke but she was still alive. That is all he cared about right now.

Jamie put her hand on Sam’s asking him to move to mask for a moment. “Where is D?” She asked, in a tired voice.

“I’m right here. I’m gonna get the paramedic. Do you need water?” Dean asked, standing next to his siblings. He was worried as hell but he wasn’t going to show it. Jamie nodded slowly, glancing at her brothers to check for any injuries. She looked at Sam, he had some soot on his face but nothing serious.

“Jamie, why did you go back in?” Sam asked as he stared at his sister. Jamie could feel the stress and fear radiating off of him like a heat lamp, the grief was creeping its way in.

“To-” She coughed, trying to clear her throat. “To warn your neighbors.” She said her voice hoarse and throat dry. She felt like she just took the worst hit of a bong. Her chest hurt and her head was still hazy. “I-” She stopped herself. She couldn’t tell Sam that his college girlfriend was some kind of freak and attacked her with smoke. 

A water bottle appeared in her line of vision as she stared at Sam with tired eyes. She grabbed the bottle, opened it, and started chugging. 

“Who, slow down there. This may be a college town but I don’t see any kegs.” Dean joked. Sam looked up at him with a furrowed brow and pursed lips.

“Does this mean you’re coming with us to find Dad?” Jamie asked as she breathed. It was like a rock had been stuck in her throat. 

“I don’t have another choice…” Sam trailed off as he stared at his burned home. It was mostly his apartment that ended up burning down, the floors collapsing into the lower unit. “First you need oxygen.”

“Sam, I-” She tried again. 

“Later sis, we got you right now. The paramedic is going to look you over. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said. He motioned for her to hold the mask onto her face as he stood up and rummaged through the cabin of the ambulance. He found some saline syringes and paper towels. 

Tidiously wetting them and wiping his sister’s brow, Jamie pretended to not notice the tremble in her brother’s hands. She held the mask to her face and stopped Sam from wiping her face. 

Sam made eye contact and smiled lightly, trying to hold back tears. Jamie put the mask down and pulled her brother in for a hug.

“It will be okay Sam. I am here. I got you.” She whispered to him. He hugged her back, being careful not to hurt her. He took a deep breath and pulled away.

“I know June Bug.” He smiled and handed her back the mask, continuing the task of cleaning up his heroic sister.

“Hi, my name is Matthew. is it okay if I check you over and ask some questions?” He was skinny but muscular. If Jamie wasn’t dying to breathe, she would have tried to hit on him, instead, she nodded and began to remove her jacket. Wincing in pain her arms contorted. 

Sam continued to clean up her face as she spoke with the paramedic. 

“So the firefighters think you got hit by a mini explosion, caused by the gas leak. Did you see anything?”

“No, I was on the stairs, and next thing I knew I was here.” She lied. He asked a few more questions about how she felt and thanked her. Matthew went to Dean to tell him what happened.

“So, she inhaled a lot of smoke. Was she stuck in the house for a long period?” 

“No, she was on the stairs. I’m pretty sure she was running through trying to wake up the neighbors.” Dean said, not taking his eyes off his siblings as they sat in the back of the ambulance. 

“That’s a tricky one for sure, but she has a couple of bruised ribs and potentially a broken one. She hit the car pretty hard, she may have a concussion or internal bleeding.” That scared Dean. 

“What do you mean internal bleeding?” He asked, looked at the paramedic. 

“Well, if she has a cracked rib, it’s likely that when she collided with the car it could have or might have punctured one of her vital organs. It is hard to detect. We are going to take her to the hospital and get her checked out though. I wanted to let you know. You can follow us in your car.” he said, giving a small wave and walking back over to the younger siblings. They spoke for a moment and Sam hopped down, walking towards his brother. 

“They are gonna make sure she is okay. We should follow them so we can be there when she gets out of her x-ray.” Sam said. 

“Yeah, okay.” Dean agreed. They walked to the impala. Sam hissing when he saw the damage his sister had done to the side. 

“You’re gonna have fun with that.” He said to Dean as they got in. 

“I don’t even care, man. That was so scary. That smoke, i-it was like it was attacking her. Trying to push her into the car. Trying to kill her.” He gripped the wheel as he stared at the debris from the fire. 

“Hey, she is okay. We will be okay.”

Dean turned the engine over and put it in gear. He checked his brother over one more time before following the ambulance that took his sister.

As he drove, Dean thought back to the moment. He was so concerned with Sam, that he thought he told her to stay behind.

“She went for the neighbors.” He muttered to himself and he mindlessly drove behind the ambulance.

“She did,” Sam replied absently, biting on his thumb. Dean looked over at his brother for a moment, he just lost his girl, and almost lost his sister. She called out his name when she was facing that… whatever it was and he couldn’t do anything. He and Sam were on the other side of the Impala, he could have sworn she was out of the building. He would have run back in if he knew he had left her to fend for herself. 

Something wasn’t right and he knew it. 

[enpr-ss]

The Artifakes are such a good idea. Wish they were worth like 1 or 2 embers though. But that would torture the players less and Tango wouldn’t want that.

Viewers: just read the books it will help your runs so much it’s not even cheating they are there for you!!!

Iskall: no <3

Viewers: check out the chest in the pond!

Iskall: okay! *drowns*

How does he juke all those ravagers and spiders and THAT ONE RAVAGER and then die to a pointy rock. He’s so good at juking ravagers.

HE JUST JUKED THAT RAVAGER IN THE AMETHYST!!! WHAT

And he gets etho walled. And cuts out his river parkour fails but we know because he lost 1.5 hearts. Dies to a ravager. Nice try though

That shortcut must be new, otherwise Grian would have found it already. The shortcut is so cool though. Juking two ravagers in the mushrooms was so slick. His bunny hopping to the exit was HILARIOUS.

[theradicalscrivener]

The Life and Tinies of Trevor: Plus One

Taking a break from the plot-heavy Devon chapters to focus on some plain and simple size smut.

Trevor and Simon spend a quiet evening at home... but their miniscule houseguest has his own idea of Netflix and Chill.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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                It had taken some doing, but Rex had managed to convince Noah to let him stay over with Trevor and Simon for the night. Truth be told, Noah needed some time off, and Rex needed some time alone to take care of something that had been bothering him for a while.

                Rex had always had a thing for big dicks. In his book, the bigger, the better. So, imagine his surprise when he learned that Simon was rocking a full foot long dong! Rex needed to see it for himself. Even had Rex not been reduced to a spec smaller than a gnat, Simon’s cock would have been absolutely massive, but at Rex’s new size, Simon’s schlong was sure to be something out of a kaiju movie.

                As the night went on, Trevor and Simon settled down to watch a movie. Rex was invited to join too, of course, but Rex couldn’t focus on the flick. Simon, the massive, magnificently hung titan that he was, had stripped down to his PJs and was now clad in nothing but a t-shirt and some boxers. Rex could make out the shape of Simon’s fantastic cock through the fabric. It was maddening! Simon’s bulge looked bigger than a mountain!

                As the movie droned on, Trevor and Simon got more and more into it. Simon was literally on the edge of his seat. With his attention otherwise occupied, Rex saw his chance. He hopped down from Simon’s shoulder, where he had been perched alongside Trevor and floated his way down towards the couch cushion seemingly miles below.

                At Rex’s new size, he just did not generate much speed when falling. He could float around like a ballooning spider. He had nothing to fear from falling other than maybe getting lost. At his size, the individual strands of a carpet towered over him! Rex was so tiny that even Trevor had to scour the floor on his hands and knees to find the tiny guy if he lost sight of Rex.

                Rex touched down on the couch cushion and took stock of his surroundings. He had been blown slightly off course by the breeze of the air conditioner, but it wasn’t too far of a trek to Simon’s pant leg. Rex was only a few inches from the lower hem of Simon’s shorts, but at his size, it felt like a jog across a football field. Rex was so tiny that even the fuzz pellets on the couch upholstery were larger than him!

                Rex had gotten used to long distance jogging since he had been reduced to a miniscule size. Feet stretched on for miles. His former bedroom was now the size of a city. Even trying to cross Noah’s desk felt like a marathon. A few inches was nothing! He could make that in a few minutes!

                Rex broke out in a sprint. As he vaulted over fibers and juked fuzzy pellets, he kept his eyes firmly on the prize – the outline of the fat cock that strained against Simon’s inseam.

                Rex had started to sweat slightly by the time he reached the hem of Simon’s pant leg, but even had he been on death’s door, he would have willed himself to keep moving. During the course of Rex’s sprint, Simon had gotten even more engrossed in the movie. His shifting in his seat caused his boxers to ride up his thighs. Now the tip of Simon’s colossal cock had slipped into view.

                Trevor had not been joking. Simon was HUNG! The massive softy that lolled out the lower hem of Simon’s shorts would have been a mouthful and then some even had Rex been his former height! Now, however, Rex had been reduced to a mere spec. A figure that stood a fraction of a centimeter. Less than that. A fraction of a millimeter! Just the puffy head of Simon’s colossal cock loomed over him like a municipal water tower. Just the head of Simon’s enormous cock was so huge that Rex could reenact a scene from Mario Galaxy by scurrying across its domed surface.

                Simon’s cock was such a fantastic specimen that Rex wished he could have beheld it at his old size. He would have loved to take it in his mouth. He would have enjoyed taking every last inch of it past his lips and down his throat. Now, however, that would be impossible. The leviathan was so huge that it could swallow Rex whole. Rex was so tiny that Simon may not even notice if the spec-sized stud were to crawl into that gaping maw and go exploring.

                Rex’s cock was rock hard just thinking about it. Just being in the mere presence of such a godly piece drove him wild. The air was thick with the scent of Simon’s manhood. Sweat and pre and a faint hint of old cum flooded Rex’s nostrils. Rex was overwhelmed and still he needed more.

                Rex staggered forward until he was face to face with the head of Simon’s massive cock. The beast was so huge to the shrunken guy that it was like staring up at a monstrous sand worm of Arrakis. Rex was so overwhelmed by how massive it was that he could barely believe it was real. He had to touch it to be sure.

                Rex placed a hand against the layer of foreskin that covered the lower edge of the colossal glans. Even just the foreskin was thicker than Rex was tall. It was like staring down a glacier of flesh. Rex watched in awe as the massive organ twitched and shifted before him. At Rex’s size it was easy to believe that Simon’s cock was its own living, breathing beast and not just a dangling appendage of a titan that stood seeming miles above the mite-sized man.

                Rex leapt with all his might, and still, he couldn’t even jump halfway up the lip of Simon’s foreskin. Rex was so infinitesimally small that trying to scale even just a fold on Simon’s fat cock was like scaling a solid wall. He scraped and scrabbled at the wall of flesh and awkwardly pulled himself further and further up until finally he managed to climb up and over the lip of Simon’s foreskin.

                Rex collapsed on the fleshy ledge and flopped onto his back. Above him he could Simon’s cockhead looming over him. It was so huge and so close that it was as if he was staring at the underside of the Goodyear blimp from atop the gondola. Far above him he could see the crease along the underside of Simon’s glans which lead to the cavernous maw of his colossal cock. Rex wished he could get there. He wanted to climb in there, but there was no way to get in there from here. The best he could do was admire it from afar. Still… he had another place that he could go exploring…

                Rex hopped back up to his feet and crawled closer and closer to Simon’s cockhead. Soon Rex reached the point where Simon’s gargantuan, puffy glans vanished beneath the thick sheet of his foreskin. It was a tight fit, but Rex was strong for his size. A few shoves and shimmies, and he managed to force himself through the folds of Simon’s skin and into the dank, dark interior. Rex couldn’t see, but he sure could feel and smell. He was surrounded on all sides by cock flesh! It was literally heaven! Getting shrunk had been worth it for this moment alone! To be a literal speck on the most fantastic cock he had ever seen! Rex didn’t care if he was never found.

                Rex buried his face into Simon’s flesh. He ground his cock against Simon’s skin. Rex was hornier than he had ever been in his life! All he wanted to do was bask in the sheer magnitude of Simon’s cock and cum and cum again.

                Simon felt a strange tingle towards the tip of his dick. It was so faint as to be borderline unnoticeable. It was almost like that feeling of an invisible bug crawling on his skin but far smaller. Without even really thinking about it. Simon reached down and casually stroked his cock against the side of his thigh.

               “Yeah. This movie is kinda boring, huh?” Trevor said upon noticing Simon absentmindedly stroking his cock.

               “Eh...” Simon replied. “It had it’s moments, but the climax is a little weak.”

               “Well. Feeling like having a little fun?” Trevor teased.

               “I thought you’d never ask,” Simon said with a smirk.

               Simon stood up, and quickly shoved his shorts down around his ankles and kicked them aside. He then flopped back onto the couch and spread his legs wide to give Trevor easy access to his now fully exposed cock.

               Trevor quickly slid down Simon’s chest and hopped onto Simon’s fat cock. At Trevor’s size, Simon’s cock was the size of a train car. It was easily wide enough for Trevor to walk across – or sprint across, as was the case. In no time at all, Trevor reached the tip of Simon’s dick and stared down the slit of the monstrous member. Simon’s cock was so huge and Trevor so small that Trevor could nuzzle his face against the slit while standing in front of it. Trevor licked and nuzzled the sensitive tip of Simon’s cock while Simon sat back in his seat and moaned softly from the attention.

               Simon couldn’t believe how horny he was! Usually, it was Trevor initiating their fun, but something had him hot under the collar tonight! He just wanted his dick played with!

               While Trevor serviced the head of his Cock, Simon stroked the length of his shaft. The motion caused the skin around the head of his cock to fully eclipse the head and bump up against his little lover and then pull back so far that his entire glans was revealed. The motion was common enough, but something was different today. His dick felt even more sensitive than usual, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

               Meanwhile, Trevor continued to service Simon’s cock, but as he licked along the pre-drooling underside of Simon’s slit, he noticed something odd. There was something hard – a small bump that shouldn’t be there.

               Trevor pulled back and looked curiously at Simon’s puffy cockhead. There, suspended in pre, he saw Rex’s tiny form. Trevor had completely forgotten Rex was even here! But Rex was clearly enjoying himself so no harm, no foul.

               Rex was so small that he was bug-sized even to the Lego-sized Trevor. An absolute speck of a man. Rex easily fit in the palm of Trevor’s hand… or in Trevor’s mouth.

               A playful grin spread across Trevor’s face as a devious idea surfaced in his mind. It was time for all of them to have fun together.

               Trevor ran his tongue across the puffy flesh of Simon’s cockhead, and in doing so, scooped the nearly microscopic Rex up into his mouth. With Rex pinned between his tongue and Simon’s cock, Trevor continued to lap at and play with the tip of Simon’s cock.

               Trevor was really getting into it! They had played around plenty in the past, but Simon couldn’t remember the last time Trevor had gone so hard against his slit. What had gotten into him!? Simon had no idea, but he wasn’t complaining. Not that he could even if he wanted to. He was so hot and bothered, and Trevor’s tiny tongue and arms felt so fantastic against the tip of Simon’s cock that Simon found himself writhing and moaning in his seat! It was all Simon could do to hold his dick steady so the bucking bronco didn’t slap Trevor clear off the couch!

               It wasn’t long before Simon was reaching his limit. He wanted to try to hold out, but at the same time, he knew he couldn’t. “I- I’m gonna…” he moaned.

               Trevor heard him load and clear, and even if he hadn’t it was clear by the sheer volume of pre and the shuddering of Simon’s cock, that the beast was about to blow. Trevor smirked and quickly shifted his tongue so that his tiny passenger was tucked away safely beneath. Rex was held like a pill beneath Trevor’s tongue.

               Rex was barely able to parse what was happening. First, he was pinned to the underside of Simon’s cock, and then something huge, wet, and wriggling scooped him up! With every breath he took, his mouth flooded with a mixture of pre and saliva, and then, just as Rex started to realize where he was, he found himself pinned in a warm, damp, squishy prison. He pushed himself up on his hands and knees and glanced around. A beam of light came through and let him see his surroundings for a brief, fleeting moment. The walls around him were a fleshy red. Purple blood vessels were visibly pulsing in the walls. It would have been impossible for Rex to figure out where he was except for the wall of towering, pearly whites far in the distance.

               Rex watched in awe as the lips in the distance slowly closed in on the tip of an absolutely massive cockhead. If that was Simon’s dick, then this had to be Trevor’s mouth!

               As amazing as the sight was, Rex didn’t get to enjoy it for long. No sooner had light began to pour past Trevor’s lips than it was extinguished by Simon’s colossal cockhead pressing against the opening. It was so dark that Rex couldn’t see a thing, but he could feel the shudders and lurches of Simon’s monolithic cock reverberating through Trevor’s body. It was clear that Simon was about to blow.

               Simon was so lost in the ecstasy that he could barely think, but his hands reacted even purely on muscle memory. He reached down and scooped Trevor up into the palm of his hand so that his little lover would not be blasted away when Simon started shooting.

               Simon stood up on his knees atop the couch cushions and fervently stroked his massive cock in one hand while holding his lover in the other. His huge dick shuddered and lurched. His whole body trembled, but Simon managed to hold it together enough to keep from dropping Trevor even as Simon fired thick, heavy ropes of spunk onto his own palm.

               Trevor was instantly drenched. Cum coated his body and clung to his hair. Spunk filled his mouth. It took every ounce of control Trevor could muster not to swallow. Instead, he held a huge mouthful of spunk and waited for Simon to stop spurting.

               Rex was suddenly adrift in a see of tar-like spunk. Trevor’s spit diluted the think spunk only slightly. The sticky mess was still far too thick for Rex to ever hope to fight against. He was trapped like a gnat in a spiderweb! He had to struggle for air. Fortunately, before he could drown in the slime-like spunk, he felt himself once more mashed under the heavy, rubbery mass of Trevor’s tongue. As Rex lay pinned, he could feel the rush of spit coursing over him, pulling away the think layer of spunk that covered him.

               Trevor made sure to hold Rex securely in place as he swallowed a hefty mouthful of thick spunk. Trevor let out a contented moan and took a moment to bask in the warmth of his lover’s cum before remembering his tinier passenger.

               Trevor quickly sat up and spat the grain-sized Rex out onto his palm. It was quickly apparent that Rex was soaked but otherwise unharmed. If anything, the raging boner he had made it clear that he was enjoying this as much as either of the other guys.

               “Want to do something real fun?” Trevor asked the tiny figure in his palm.

               Rex knew his voice wouldn’t carry far enough for Trevor to hear but managed to weekly nod in response.

               Trevor placed Rex atop the splatter of jizz that coated Simon’s palm and then got down on his hands and knees over his miniature friend. Rex could only stare up in awe. Trevor looked so massive in this moment that Rex had a hard time reconciling the fact that he knew that Trevor was incredibly tiny by most people’s standards. Trevor wasn’t even two inches tall! And yet, he towered over Rex like a skyscraper.

               Trevor had been hot as hell before they had both shrunk and being reduced to the size of a green army man had done nothing to diminish Trevor’s incredible muscles. The thick, defined V of Trevor’s Adonis belt pointed down towards Trevor’s huge, thick cock.

               When they had used to fool around, Rex had loved Trevor’s fat cock. It was not just a solid eight inches, but it was thick to boot! It was an impressive specimen that was every as long and thick as Rex’s forearm! Now, however, Trevor’s cock completely eclipsed Rex’s entire body! It was like staring up at a schlong the size of a subway car!

               Rex could feel the ground moving beneath him, but he was too transfixed on Trevor’s cock to realize what it meant. All he could do was lie there suspended in cum while Trevor pressed his cock against the ground and began to grind against Simon’s titanic palm. Rex watched as Trevor’s cock came speeding towards him like a runaway train. Trevor’s thick cock shoving spunk aside like snow in front of a plow as he did so. Rex instinctively tried to roll out of the way, but he was too gunked up to even move! All he could do was like there and watch as the huge, gaping maw of Trevor’s cock closed in on him.

               As Trevor’s cock closed in on him, the spunk rose like a wave and lifted Rex up into the path of Trevor’s slit. He suddenly found himself face to face with Trevor’s slit. Rex was so small that even the slit of Trevor’s cock was taller than he was but only barely. As Rex was pinned against the entrance, he couldn’t help but fantasize about the meme comic that had made its rounds years ago. This was his hole. It was meant for him!

               Even without the force of the spunk pressing against his back, Rex would have excitedly shimmied his way though the open maw of Trevor’s fat cock. The air inside was almost as hot and humid as it had been in Trevor’s mouth. The walls were slick with pre, and the air was heavy with the warmth and smell of cock.

               Rex was as hard as he had ever been. He had always been obsessed with huge cocks, and now that he was the size of a grain of sand, he was small enough to crawl inside them! Trevor’s dick was tiny compared to most guys’ out there, and yet the moist walls clamped down on Rex like the jaws of life. Rex couldn’t even fathom what it would be like to experience a truly huge cock like Simon’s – a dick so indescribably massive that Rex could wander the dark corridor for hours without ever reaching the base. 

               Life had had its ups and downs. Rex had been bored and horny and lonely ever since getting shrunk to near microscopic size, but this moment made it all worth it! This was heaven!

               Trevor got down on his knees and leaned back so his butt was pressed against his heels and began stroking his fat cock with both hands. He could feel the tiny figure wriggling against the oversensitive slit of his cock! He could see the tiny, wriggling form of Rex half buried in the tip of his cock! The sight and sensations drove him wild! Trevor was shuddering like a leaf. His cock was trembling. He was so close to cumming!

               Simon could see that Trevor was really getting into it. He lifted his palm up to his eye so he could get a better look. Simon smirked as he marveled at how hot his boyfriend was. Even at less than two inches, Trevor’s thick muscles looked amazing, and Trevor’s thick cock filled Trevor’s tiny hands and then some.

               Simon was impressed at how fervently Trevor was jacking it. Was it just being held in his hand and covered in his cum that had Trevor so worked up? They had done that several times in the past, and Trevor had always gotten off on it, but this seemed different somehow. Trevor seemed focused more on his own cock than on the overwhelming presence of his titanic lover.

               Simon lifted his palm even closer to his eye, and then he spotted it. A blip so tiny that he wouldn’t have even noticed had he not had practice spotting tiny figures.

               It was Rex! Simon had forgotten all about their third wheel! He and Trevor had had their movie night and jumped straight into fooling around without even thinking about their guest… or perhaps, it was more precise to say that Simon had forgotten. Trevor seemed well aware of their tiny plus one and was taking steps to ensure that Rex had just as much fun as the rest of them.

               Trevor glanced up at the eyeball that filed his field of view like a billboard. He could tell that Simon was intently watching him and his cock. Trevor could only assume by the look of shock in Simon’s eye that Simon had realized where their tiny playmate had gone.

               The combination of how hot it looked and felt to have a tiny guy squirming against the tip of his dick and how hot it was to be watched by the titanic eye of his colossal lover, sent Trevor over the edge. Before Trevor even had a chance to brace himself, he let out a sharp cry, his cock lurched, and a spurt of cum erupted from his tiny dick.

               Simon jerked back instinctively. This was a huge load by Trevor’s standards, but even the messiest load of his little lover amounted to little more than a droplet. After the split second of shock, Simon opened his eyes, and noticed a tiny wad of spunk clinging to his eyelash. The goop was too close to his eye for him to focus his vision on it, but he was sure he could see a tiny spec writhing around in the mass of spunk.

               Simon’s gaze quickly shifted towards Trevor. Trevor was hopping up and down trying to get Simon’s attention.

               “He’s on your eyelash!” Trevor shouted through cupped hands.

               Simon nodded and lifted Trevor up to his eye so that his tiny lover could recover their mutual friend. Once Rex was once again safely in Trevor’s hand, Trevor glanced down at the cum-soaked figure, and then glanced back up at Simon and flashed his titanic lover a playful smirk.

               “Stick out your tongue!” Trevor shouted. This time, he only used one hand to form a megaphone while shouting.

               Simon furrowed his brow but nodded and did what was asked. Simon crossed his eyes and tried to watch what Trevor was up to, but all he could see was his own nose.

               Trevor leaned against Simon’s outstretched tongue and dropped their tiny friend onto the damp surface. Rex was so tiny that he was smaller than even the bumps of Simon’s tastebuds.

               Rex was still winded from being catapulted seemingly hundreds of feet into the air, but as his eyes started to adjust, he realized that Trevor’s open mouth was descending upon him. Rex was too fascinated to be freaked out. Even as Trevor stuck out his tongue and then pressed it down upon him.

               Trevor let out a soft moan as he nuzzled up against Simon’s outstretched tongue. At their current sizes, this was the closest they could get to Frenching, but it was still hot in its own way, and the addition of a tiny passenger made it even hotter. At Trevor’s size, Rex was less than the size of a Tic Tac, and at Simon’s size, he was so tiny as to be indetectable.

               Rex was durable for his size, but even so, being pressed between two giant tongues took his breath away literally and figuratively. Rex came hard as he felt the bumps of Trevor’s wet tongue rub against his rigid cock. He had no idea if this was the first time or the fourth time in this crazy adventure that he had done so. He had been so hot and bothered for the entire encounter that his balls ached as if they had been drained six times over. He had never cum like this when he was his old size. He loved to fool around and be fooled around with, but this was something else entirely. He was so small that he was less than a pill being passed back and forth between two guys as they made out. He was coated head to toe and spit and spunk and sweat. He was so tiny that the sheer mass other guys’ fluids coating his body far outstripped his own.

               Trevor pulled back and spat his passenger out onto the palm of his hand. He smirked as he stared down at the mite-sized dude. Rex just lay there gasping for breath with a look of blissful stupor plastered on his face. Trevor had never seen Rex look so happy before. They were definitely going to have more fun with him in the future.

               Simon flopped back against the couch and lazily lifted Trevor back onto his shoulder. “That was intense…” he gasped.

               “Imagine what it must be like at my size,” Trevor said, equally out of breath.

               “How’s Rex?” Simon asked. He tried his best to turn to face his little lover, but it was difficult to look at someone who was riding on his shoulder.

               Trevor raised his hand toward Simon’s eye. Rex was stuck to his fingertip.

               “He’s blissed out. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy,” Trevor said.

               “That’s good. Still… I would have preferred to know he was there before we got into it,” Simon said.

               “I’ll make sure he knows that for next time,” Trevor said.

               “Yeah,” Simon said with a chuckle. “Next time.”

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[invisibleraven]

omg this new prompt list is SO GOOD.

I totally stopped at "exclaiming "because I love you," during an argument and then right under that prompt was rain kisses. So like TOGETHER! Fighting in the rain. Gah I needs it!

I'd love Juke but I know that's not your fav so Rukebox would be my second choice followed closely by maybe hmmm, Luke/Reggie. I feel like it's Luke or Julie doing the dramatic exclaiming and I'm not a fan of Rulie (sorry)

You ship what you want, and I'll ship what I want, it's all cool. Besides we can always agree on the best triad formation of Julie/Luke/Reggie, so no worries.

Reggie was good at pretending.

He pretended he had a loving family and supportive parents when it was the complete opposite. He pretended that his low grades that threatened to make him senior year didn't bother him. He pretended to be cool with the band doing Christmas every year when he went home to light his tiny menorah.

And most of all, he pretended he wasn't hopelessly in love with Luke and Julie.

He had gotten pretty good at it, even though his heart ached everytime he looked at them, saw them making heart eyes and singing love songs at one another. Even if they were perfect for one another, that didn't make his feelings fade any.

He missed sharing a mic or a notebook with Luke. Painting his nails or discussing country music with Julie. Sure they did still did those things, but it didn't feel the same-not with the spectre of their partner hanging over him. He felt like a third wheel, and that was a feeling he hated.

He would be fine if he could one, or both of them as his loves, but he didn't think there was any way forward with that. His luck wasn't that good.

Especially now, given the three of them were trapped in the studio waiting for a rain storm to pass so they could head to their respective homes. If the rain and wind wasn't so violent Reggie would have hopped on his bike, but he didn't want to risk wiping out so he stayed put.

"Yo Reg do you wanna help on the bridge for Electric Heart?" Luke asked.

"I think you both have it in hand," Reggie replied, but the smile on his face was strained, his eyes not as bright as they usually were.

"How about the melody to Untamed Rhapsody?" Julie suggested.

"I'm good," Reggie said, idly strumming his bass, not looking up to see their expressions.

"Why are you such a grouch today?" Luke snarked.

"Yeah, what happened to our sunshiney boy?" Julie asked.

It was the our that broke him-it stung so much to have it dangled in front of him by the very people he wanted to mean it.

"Maybe I don't wanna be sunshiney!" he shouted. "Maybe sometimes I'm a storm cloud, or a stiff breeze, or a fucking tornado. If you knew me, you'd know that!"

"Reggie..." Luke said, standing, and bringing Julie with him.

"No!" He exclaimed, scooting backwards. "I am so sick of pretending to be okay, and neither of you notice. None of you do. None of you even care!"

With that he stormed out, heedless of the rain, just marching off in the direction of Silver Lake, too mad to stop for his bike, or grab his jacket. He was too fuming mad to care about the raindrops dripping into his eyes, as he blinked them away with his tears. He could care less about his soaked clothes, all he cared about was getting away.

"Reggie!" Luke called, catching up, holding his arm fast.

"What?"

"How could you ever think we don't care about you?" he asked.

"We know when you put up a front Reggie," Julie said, pushing her water logged curls away from her face. "We figured when you were ready to talk to us, you would-we didn't want to push."

"How? Why?" Reggie asked.

"Because I love you!" Luke shouted. "We love you!"

"And before you argue or front, we don't mean as friends," Julie stated firmly. "We've both been in love with you since almost as long as we've been together, but we weren't sure how you felt."

"Then I saw your song...the one about a heart pulled in two directions. Then I knew," Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's such a good song Reg."

"It's nothing-" Reggie said, but was cut off as both Luke and Julie gathered him into their arms.

"Never doubt yourself," Julie admonished. "You are talented, and wonderful, and so so handsome."

"How could we not love you?" Luke asked, a faint laugh in his voice.

"I love you both too," Reggie broke down, though this time the tears were happy, relieved, and made even the rain feel like nothing.

Julie was the first to kiss a tear away, then Luke, making Reggie giggle as they pecked each of his freckles, the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, the hinge of his jaw.

But he was the one who gripped Luke's face, pulling him in for a real kiss, a little hard, a little bit too much tongue, and perfect all the same. Then he kissed Julie whose kiss was sweeter, with a hint of teeth, and surpassed his every imagining.

Luke pulled Julie into a kiss then-but this time Reggie didn't feel jealousy or heartbroken. He felt glad to see the loves of his life there with them, sharing the love between them all.

"Can we go back inside now?" he asked. "I'm soaked through and we're all going to get pneumonia at this rate."

"Can't risk that, we have to plan our first date," Luke said with a grin, pulling them back towards the studio.

It was Julie who directed them towards the house where she had changes of clothes for them stashed away, and warm horchata to drink. Plus she had to give her father the chance to gloat over knowing all along.

Reggie didn't have to pretend to smile at that-his grin was one hundred percent genuine, as was every smile that followed it for the rest of his life.

[rogdona]

May I ask for The Doll and Juke walking next to each other. How The Doll walks elegantly and Juke's doing their amazing hopping walk?

(Oh Juke will only call The Doll, dolly because they know her games)

here u go!!🙌♥️🙌♥️ juke would def look goofy beside her😭😭

and i love how he would refuse to use her fake names!! two tricksters who figure eachothers tricks

[sunjaesol]

#23 gives off such strong juke wedding cake ceremony vibes i want to CRY

23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating

(brother's best friend au)

Julie's eyes scrolled over the peanut butter chocolate chip cookie recipe: all-purpose flour, baking soda, baking powder, sea salt, unsalted butter, peanut butter, sugar, eggs, vanilla, chocolate chips.

LF Performing Arts High School had a bake sale tomorrow, and Julie had uncharacteristically forgotten about it until Kayla sent her a reminder. She was just so busy with assignments and piano lessons, that cookies were the last thing on her mind.

Julie was stubborn, however, and refused to relent and buy a box of cookies from the grocery store. She was better than that. Dumping the dry ingredients into a large bowl, she started folding them together.

Upstairs, a bark of laughter erupted from Reggie's bedroom. As always, her brother had invited Luke over. He basically lived here at this point. Reggie became friends with Luke in their Freshman Year, when Julie was in Eighth Grade, and hadn't left each other's side since. They were seventeen now. Alex Mercer often joined them, but it was always Reggie and Luke.

Blocks of softened butter and eggs fell into the flowery mess. Grabbing the mixer, Julie blended it into a smooth dough, adding the rest of the ingredients in the end. Few curls had fallen out of her bun. Aggravated, her lips pressed together as she puffed and kept them away from the mixture.

By the time her fingers clung with cookie dough, molding it into discs, the boys ran downstairs.

"Julie," Reggie called, gliding into the kitchen, "Dad's asked me to pick up Carlos from baseball. Can you do it?"

Her brows raised and held up her hands. "What do you think?"

Her brother groaned. Behind him, Luke appeared and hoisted himself up on the free space of the kitchen island. He eyed the sheet of cookies curiously, though didn't say anything. Julie's gaze lingered on him for a prolonged beat before she forced herself to address Reggie.

"It's literally not that big of a deal," she argued. "You know I have the sale tomorrow. And I picked up Carlos last week."

"I have Luke over."

"Luke's always over."

"That's true." Luke chimed in, much to Reggie's dismay. The boy looked at his friend as though he'd committed treason. Julie hid her smile behind a loose curl, amused. "C'mon, man, I'll be okay here. I'll do homework, or something."

Reggie snorted. "Sure." It seemed resolved, though, and he grabbed the car keys from the counter. They jingled around his finger. "I'll be back in a snap!"

Luke and Julie waved goodbye at her brother. The moment the front door closed and silence encased the house, did her heart rate tick up. Peeking at Luke, she already found him staring at her.

The effect of having Luke over all the time, of having him be Reggie's closest friend, was that he also got to know Julie. Breakfasts, dinners, school hallways, car rides, trips to the movies, concerts. They became close as well. Only... Reggie didn't know that.

So close, in fact, that they kissed a couple months ago at a Carrie Wilson house party. In a dark hallway. For, like, thirty minutes straight. And then they continued doing that several times afterwards.

Julie knew it was typical of her: of course she had a thing for her brother's best friend.

(How could she not? He had dreamy green eyes and fluffy brown hair and a perfect smile and he wore sleeveless shirts and played the guitar the same way he spoke to her: impassioned and electric.)

Luke hopped off the island and slid beside her, tucking a curl behind her ear. "It smells good."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Have you tasted it yet?"

She shot him a strange look. "Of course you're the type of person to eat raw dough."

"C'mon," he drawled, looming over her with an infuriating grin. Anticipation swarmed in her stomach, her hands at her sides to refrain from touching him. "You're not even curious?"

"I know it's good. I've made the recipe before."

Sticking out his index finger, he went for the bowl. She slapped it away.

"Jules!" he exclaimed, scandalised.

"This is for the bake sale!" she chastised, but her voice was light and teasing. Jules, she loved that nickname. "If you want to taste, use a spoon."

With a roll of the eye, he moved around her and opened the cutlery drawer, grabbing a spoon and finally dipping it into the dough. Julie continued pressing the remainders into the baking sheet, perfect circles lining each other like soldiers. From the corner of her eye, she watched Luke taste it.

He hummed, pleased, and directed the spoon to her. It still had a dollop of dough on it. "You try."

It honestly sucked keeping their attraction a secret. They weren't in a relationship, but acted like a real couple when they were alone. They texted until she fell asleep, he snuck excerpts of unfinished songs in her locker to know out what she thought of it, she conveniently did her homework at the diner he worked at. It was almost perfect it hurt. Julie didn't want to upset Reggie and Luke didn't want to lose his best friend.

So, she took the chances as they popped up. Like now.

Pushing his hand aside, she stretched on her tiptoes and kissed him. The spoon clattered on the island, his arms instantly curling around her to keep her pressed against him. Her mouth puckered into a smile at the taste of cookie dough on his tongue. Giggling, she tilted her head back and felt him chase her, nose bumping against her chin.

"You taste like peanut butter," she laughed.

Luke smiled, "You always eat PB&J sandwiches, so that's a win to me."

There was something tender in his gaze as he said it. The words were casual, but his intent gaze and soft tone made her feel weak in the knees. God, she liked him. She really really liked him and his stupid comments.

He kissed her again and again, until she reminded him in a haze that she had to finish her cookies. Luke didn't take that as a hint to give her space. Instead, he hugged her from behind and watched from over her shoulder as she prepared the last of the dough into discs. It felt like a move plucked straight from the 90s rom-coms she and Flynn liked to watch.

Finally, Julie placed the tray into the oven. Had they been aware of the time, they would know that out of rush hour, it wouldn't take Reggie that long to pick up Carlos from practice. But kissing Luke — being with Luke — made her mind deliciously empty.

The front door swung open.

"Whoa."

The couple jumped apart in fright and whipped their heads to the sound. It was Carlos. The boy stared at them with his eyes wide like saucers, equal amounts aghast and disgusted. "What the heck."

Julie shot towards him with her hands clasped together. "Carlos, I'm begging you, do not tell Reggie. You didn't see anything."

Her tween brother was a menace, though, and raised a cocky brow. "Lemme think... no."

Julie groaned, considered the idea of murdering her little brother, and almost acted on it, when Luke jumped in to help. With a dazzling smile, he said: "Carlos, I'll play League Of Legends with you if you don't say something."

"Say what?" Reggie walked through the door, oblivious to what had just transpired.

Carlos' mischievous expression turned innocent and toothy. "Luke's gonna play League Of Legends with me!"

Julie's eyes closed in relief. Thank God her brother couldn't resist bargaining. Luke's hand, that had found its way on the small of Julie's back, fell to his side. She already missed it.

"Oh!" Reggie appeared surprised. "That's cool of you, buddy."

Luke shrugged. His cheeks were red. "No big deal."

"I'm, um." Her voice sounded strained, not her own, rather one of a girl that has lied to her brother for months about the boy she was kissing just moments ago. "I'm gonna— go. To the studio."

Reg eyed her strangely. "You okay?"

"Yep." Julie put her thumbs up. "I ate some of the batter and I'm feeling a little woozy, so, um—" Gaze flitting from a guilty Luke to a confused Reggie and smug Carlos, she left her sentence open-ended and beelined to the studio.

God, liking her brother's best friend might be the best and worst decision of her life.

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