#and!! a tiny strawberry plant i want to clean around so it can expand

[ent-is-undecisive]

Some snail pics from the garden ♡

[softyoongiionly]

Bunny Do

You and your husband live in a cottage together in the forest.

Welcome to a day in your life.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, slice of life au, domestic au, DO I EVER WRITE ANY OTHER KIND OF JUNGKOOK? No. I have a problem

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Well hey there. Look it’s Aqua, back with ANOTHER Jungkook domestic au. Seriously someone needs to stop me. This is just excessive at this point. Anyways, I freaking love you. Yes you. Hi, I love YOU. Ok bye.

this fic is dedicated to @bulletproofbirdy​ whom I love with my whole entire heart. The war has begun.

IMPORTANT: Please check out this link and do what you can! All lives can’t matter until black lives do. 

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Warnings: swearing, Jungkook abs, smut (18+ only plz)

Chaos is not something you’ve been apart of for quite some time.

You traded in your busy life of hustling and turned away the bustling city you were born in to retreat into what could only be described as paradise.

Sure, the bugs can be a bit overwhelming and mating season amongst your animal neighbors doesn’t provide the most serene of soundtracks but, it was home.

Home is now a small cottage nestled into the forest at the base of Mount Iridescence.  

The exterior is made of smooth grey stone and the roof, which your husband laid by hand, is made from the finest oak the two of you could find.  

Of course, the exterior is covered in greenery, it wouldn’t be a cottage paradise if it weren’t.

The front of the cottage is adorned with a massive flower garden full of white daisies, pink roses, yellow tulips and tons of baby’s breath.  

Your porch served multiple purposes; housing the ridiculous amount of plants you’ve nursed, providing shelter to the occasional racoon or squirrel and, allowing you and your husband to watch the sun kiss the crest of the mountains every evening.  

The interior of your cottage was intentionally simple. Other than your husband’s many homemade ceramic pieces, the main source of décor was of course, more greenery. White linen, chocolate colored clay and, delicate lace also accented the inside of your home.  

Behind the cottage was essentially a small zoo, complete with a dozen chickens, a handful of geese, a cow named Jezabel, a llama named Su and, two baby bunnies named Floof and Tokki.  

Beside the animals was a garden that provided many of the ingredients you use in your kitchen every day; broccoli, cauliflower, pumpkin, green peppers, jalapeños, garlic, thyme, parsley, tomatoes, strawberries, grapes and carrots. There was a lemon tree or two as well but, the garden was consistently expanded as you and your husband learned new ways to be better plant parents.  

The point is, you had made yourself a nice little life in the forest.

An odd trip into town occurred every week or so as well as visits to friends and family but overall, life had resigned to the small nook in the forest.  

You had never felt more at peace...

“JAGI,TOKKI IS MISSING!!!”

Your husband’s urgent call rips you out of your gratitude as you begin frantically looking towards the direction of his voice.

“What??? Are you sure?! We locked their little home last night didn’t we?”

You’re now questioning every life decision you’ve ever made and whilst you’d like to be absolutely certain you’d never do anything to endanger the lives of your two tiny fluffy children, the fear in your husbands voice is unsettling.

Finally he whips around the corner, his black hair flopping about as he does, eyes wide with panic.

“I can’t find him anywhere- I went to feed them and I can only see Floof!”

“You checked under the patch of bedding in the left corner? He’s always hiding under there...” You insure, your breathing slightly increasing.

He seems to deflate beneath your question and, suddenly a rush of pink comes across his cheeks, “I- well...ok I may have forgot to check underneath the bedding...”

He rushes out the last bit of his words before hastily running to the backyard. Despite your inability to keep up with your freakishly athletic husband, your anxiety is fueling your movements to the point that you aren’t far behind him.  

“Excuse me Su, Jezebel! Ge-Get out of my way please!”  

You hear him try and reason with the ladies currently blocking his path as he nearly trips over some stray chicken wire.  

“Slow down!” You call after him, slightly out of breath as you see Jungkook halt abruptly in front of the baby blue hutch housing the bunnies.

“Hi Floof, sorry to bother you again I’m just gonna-” Jungkook murmurs into the hutch as you finally catch up to him.

Eagerly, you peak over his shoulder, heart wildly thrashing in your chest as you see him lift up the fluffy padding on the bottom of their home.

Sure enough, Tokki is sleeping soundly beneath the padding, his small caramel colored body curled into a little ball, completely unaware of the panic over his disappearance.

“Oh god...babe I’m so sorry, I just freaked out I thought- I thought I let him out because, I was the last one out here last night.”  

You can hear the tightening in his voice and it sends a thousands pangs of sadness into your heart.

Kissing your teeth, you pull him into your chest, laughing gently as you pat his back.

“Hey, hey it’s ok sweetheart. He’s right here yeah? You’d never forget to lock them up.”

His hands quickly find the back of your cotton dress, clinging to you tigher than you’d expect before tucking his face into your neck.

With a kiss he mumbles, “ ‘m sorry I scared you, I was trying to finish all the chores since you worked so hard on the garden yesterday.”

“You’re so sweet.” You peck at his cheek, “And wonderful.” Another peck, “And amazing.” Peck. “And cute.” Your kisses move lower so they are focused on his neck, “And I love you.”

With the onslaught of kissing, Jungkook snickers and playfully wiggles away from you as the sensations overwhelm his sensitive skin.

Despite the bit of tears that stain his cheeks, his brilliant smile is out to play as his hands find your waist to pull you against him.

“Soft.” He teases, sniffling slightly but the love in his eyes is unavoidable, “I love you too...”

“You really want to talk about who is soft right now?” You quirk an eyebrow, “You’re still crying...”

At this he laughs, his body shaking as he pulls you in closer to him, the scent of his eucalyptus body wash enticing your senses.  

“Shhhh...” He giggles, pecking the shell of your ear playfully, “Our children are safe, let’s just pretend this never happened.”  

You giggle and shrink away from his kiss before your body seems to snap back like an elastic band, your arms wrapping around his waist.

“Fair enough. As long as you promise to check the ENTIRE hutch next time.”  

He nods, smirking against the side of your head, “Deal.”

As you pull away from him, you feel a pang of regret, wishing desperately that you were able to stay near him for the entire morning.

Or the entire day...

Or the entire year...

But who’s counting?

However, cottages do not tend themselves and while you have the strongest urge to pull your husband into your bedroom, you know that there are chores to finish.

Jungkook’s eyes are on you, like he’s reading the script inside your head and as much as you’d like to convince him (and yourself) that everything in there is PG, you both know it’s not.

Newlyweds are like that right?

All passion, no pause.

Sex, love, touching, laughing, getting drunk off of one another...

It’s a daily occurrence.  

The honeymoon phase isn’t supposed to last forever but, you’ve been back from your honeymoon for 4 years now and you swear you want him more than you did when you first met him.

He giggles then, like a school-boy, his eyes alight with mischief.

“Stop staring at me...” He tucks a finger underneath your chin, “Weirdo...”

His soft cherry lips tuck into yours then, slowly unwinding you with his kiss as his fingers delicately cup your face.

Of course you reciprocate, drinking up every bit of his affection that you can, your hands sliding beneath the white t-shirt that hangs loosely off of his body.

Jungkook shudders as he feels your fingers brush over his lower stomach, arousal beginning to bubble up in his gut.

However, you aren’t going to let his snarky comment go unpunished so as you peek an eye open you say, “The hutch is still open...”

With a pop, he pulls away from your kiss with wide eyes to check on the bunnies. Once he’s satisfied with their well-being, he gently shuts the hutch and turns back to you.

“Rude.” He remarks, trying to appear unamused, “I was literally trying to make out with you.”

A laugh leaves your lips, “You can make out with me later...” You lean in to peck the mole beneath his lip, “We have chores to finish.”

“wE hAvE cHorES to FInisH...” He mocks you playfully and snickers as he narrowly avoids your hand as you swat at him, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding you’re right...just c’mere one last time...”

Your eyes narrow in suspicion but because you are completely weak for him, you allow him to tug you against his chest once more.  

“I love you Mrs. Jeon...” He vows but this time, you can practically taste the sincerity in his tone as he kisses the side of your head, then your cheek, then your lips, “I’ll see you in a bit ok?”

With nothing but warmth in your chest, you offer him a cheesy smile and give him a proper hug.

“I love you too Mr. Jeon...”

As the two of you part ways he turns around to continue his tasks revealing to you the sculpt of his ass within his black jeans.

And of course, you smack it.

Because, who the hell wouldn’t?

“Don’t forget the chicken coop!”

You yell as he jumps a mile high.

“YAH!” He calls after you, chuckling to himself, his cheeks reddening involuntarily.

The rest of the morning passes easily.

You harvest the various herbs and produce from your garden, clean the bathroom, organize the refrigerator after your grocery delivery and catch up on some of your reading before deciding to make some lunch.

Jungkook had been out all morning as well: tending to the animals, fixing some of the fencing, weeding, repotting some flowers and, mowing the front lawn.

He’s probably feeling the same level of hunger that you are so, you head out to the backyard to ask him what he’s in the mood for.

It takes a minute for you to find him but, when you do...you really regret that you did.

His white t-shirt has been discarded over the fence; the only left adorning his body are the dark wash denim jeans, his black work boots and, sweat.

Before he even notices your presence, he pushes his sweaty mop of hair away from his face, squinting at the ray of sunshine currently in his eyes.  

He truly has no idea how attractive he is.  

But you certainly do.  

And you feel like you’re going to faint.

His wedding band catches the sunlight and it reminds you, once again, that this man is your husband.

Which is a fairytale within itself.

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, wincing slightly before his hand slides down to rub over his stomach (abs), signifying in his own way that he’s hungry.

Which causes you to remember why you came to find him in the first place.

“H-hey babe!’” You call gently, your voice wavering.

Eyes widening a bit, he hones in on the sound of your voice, his face lighting up as he sees you.

“Yah! There she is! Are you all done?”

You smile, adjusting your clothes and wishing that your knees were kissing the soft grass of the garden.

Nodding, you step a little closer to him, trying to avoid full-on eye contact, “Yeah, I just finished up, do you want something to eat? I was gonna make lunch...”

“That depends...” He maneuvers his head to try and catch your attention, his body bending slightly in the process, “Are you on the menu?”

He has the audacity to throw a smirk and an over the top wink your way before immediately cackling as you roll your eyes.

“Shut up...” You shake your head, trying desperately to fight the urge to smile at him but when his face lights up with laughter, you have no other choice.

“Are you????” He insists loudly as he turns to sling his shirt over his shoulder, “I’m starving.”

The way he says the last part of his sentence is less funny as there is clearly some humor disappearing from his tone but, his charming smirk remains on his lips.

As he strolls over to you and, you almost have half a mind to retreat back into the house because, your ability to keep from ogling at him is slowly fading.

“I was going to make something with the broccoli I harvested this morning...” You insist, playfully turning away from him when he tries to lean down and kiss you.

"Kiss meee...” He pleads, pouting his pretty lips, the sweat still very present on his figure, “I’ve been working really hard.”

The way he whines at you is actually kind of hot and, coupled with his slick backed hair and his shirtless torso, it’s getting hard to bring yourself to remember why you originally came looking for your husband.

You oblige, kissing the salt from his lips, indulging in the musky scent emanating from his body.

Jungkook doesn’t like to be dirty but ever since moving to the cottage, he’s fallen in love with working outside and doesn’t focus so heavily on being spotless.  

“I came out here to ask you what you wanted to eat and, now you’re flustering me in the middle of our garden all over again.” You accuse, smiling against his lips, “You need to eat something, I didn’t see you take any fruit this morning.”

He rests his forearms atop your shoulders, grinning shamelessly, “If you weren’t so adamant on feeding me, I could be doing more than just flustering you.”

Jungkook really is an anomaly.

Hours earlier, he was crying into your neck over possibly letting out the bunnies and, now he’s using his charm and good looks to reduce you to a pile of lust.

Unfair.

“Did you not get enough last night? I’m pretty sure we were at it til after 1...”

Jungkook raises a brow, his grin never fading, “Did you? You’re the one pressing your thighs together right now.”  

“No, I’m not.” You lie but, to be fair, you didn’t even notice you were doing it until he pointed it out.

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m just standing here.”

“Babe, we’ve been together for how long now? I know when you’re in the mood. I don’t know why you can never admit it.”

Because you’re stubborn.

You take one of his hands, leaving one of his forearms over your shoulder as you press a chaste kiss to his knuckles, “I don’t know why you think I’m in a mood. I’m simply asking you what you want for lunch and, its quickly turning into an interrogation.”

It’s impossible to hide the smile on your lips because, he’s completely right.

You are in a mood.

You've been in a mood for hours now.

Jungkook smiles softly, unconvinced, his thumb coming up to brush over your bottom lip, “Ok. Whatever you say. I need to shower really quick; do you need help with lunch?”

Are you disappointed that he didn’t keep at it? Yes.

Are you now left flustered and horny without a solution? Yes.

Do you still get a sense of satisfaction that your husband still tries to pursue even after so many years together? Also yes.

“Nope. I’m good. It should be ready in a half hour or so...” You lean up to press a kiss against his cheek, “Love you.”

A half smile comes over his mouth then, his eyes watching your lips, “Love you too.”

It’s later.  

You and Jungkook are sitting on your sofa, nestled under a blanket, eating homemade ice cream sundaes. The fire is crackling beneath the mounted television that is set to one of your favorite films whilst the world slowly goes to sleep outside your windows.

Life is sweet.

Literally.

“Yours looks so pretty jagi, how did you get the whipped cream to do that?”

Jungkook’s lips are pouted, his head tilting to get a better look at the perfect swirl of whipped cream atop your chocolate ice cream.

“I just swirled the can around in a circle.” You giggle, tucking your spoon into the fudgy scoop of ice cream in your bowl.

Jungkook is not satisfied with that answer at all and he looks sadly at the haphazard lines of whipped cream on his ice cream.

“Mine’s ugly...” His pout deepens, pushing his spoon around his bowl.

He’s freshly showered, his hair fluffy and damp, his skin moisturized and smelling like mint and sandalwood and now he’s pouting???

This man does not let you breath.

“It’s not ugly! It’s abstract.” You assure him, kissing the pout off his lips.

He doesn’t move even as you kiss him, his eyes eagerly looking towards the kitchen, “I wanna try again...”

The laugh that leaves your lips is unavoidable as you follow his gaze to the kitchen, “You want to try to top your sundae again?”

He deadpans, “Absolutely. I need to get this right. It doesn’t look like a sundae.”

“You’re just going to eat it babe, it’s fine. We can practice whipped cream swirls tomorrow.”

You’re still laughing a little bit and he’s chuckling too but the determination never leaves his eyes.

“No, nowwww.” He whines before pushing his bowl onto the coffee table and bounding over to the kitchen.

He plops back onto the couch, slightly out of breath with the can of whipped cream in his hands.

“Ok-” He grabs his bowl off the table and hands you the can, “Show me the motion again.”

You shake your head, smirking fondly at him whilst you set your bowl down where his was.

“Like this...”

You point the tip of the can downwards at his bowl and make a circular motion with your hand, glancing up towards him to insure he’s watching you.

“Ok- Ok I think I got it. Here...”  He gestures to the can, uncapping it before meticulously following the motions you demonstrated, and just like everything else Jungkook does, it comes out perfectly, “Yahhhhh letsgetiittttttt!!!!”

This has you in a fit of a laughter, your chest filling with joy at the sound of his excitement.

Jungkook shoves his sundae into your view, “Don’t laugh! See? It’s so much better now.”

You wipe the tear that’s forming at the corner of your eye, shaking your head at him, once more, “Yes baby, it’s so much better.”

He starts laughing again too because your joy is infectious and he is weak for your smile.

“Thank you. Your expertise is appreciated.”  

With that, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “You’re prettier than this sundae though don’t worry.”

You’re all too eager to cuddle in close with him, admiring the way he looks in his gray sweat suit and admiring the way he makes you feel even more.  

“I’m glad you find me more attractive than the sundae Jungkook.”

He just smirks, getting to work on his ice cream and as he pulls the spoon out of his mouth, he shrugs, “I find you more edible too but, you aren’t ready for that conversation.”

Although you know there is an err of immaturity to his jokes, they still affect you.

They make you feel like a giddy teenager, sick from the pure lust and attraction you feel for your crush.

The comment also sends a rush of heat to your cheeks but, you don’t say anything, you merely kiss his chest and cuddle closer to him.

He is satisfied regardless as he enjoys the fact that he can still make you blush, even if its with cheesy jokes.

The rest of dessert passes in comfortable silence.

Jungkook finishes before you and, offers to take the dishes to the sink whilst you straighten up the living room before bed.

As you’re folding the cream throw blanket that rests over the arm of your sofa, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.  

He wastes no time by slowly placing kisses down the side of your neck, his hands slowly up towards your breasts but stopping just beneath the swell of them.

“Is it that time jagiya? Can I make you feel good now?”  

His request is nearing a whisper, his lips brushing up towards your ear.

You lean back, resting your head on his shoulder whilst your hands settle over the tops of his.

After resisting him for the past 10 hours, you’ve grown tired of waiting.

“Yeah- it’s that time.” You whisper assuredly and at that, he spins you around, pressing his lips eagerly against yours.

His breath stalls a bit as your hands find his hips, squeezing gently whilst the two of you settle into the kiss.  

It’s getting too frantic for Jungkook’s liking as he has specific plans for you but, the way you’re kissing him and touching on him is getting to his headspace and he knows he has to stop you before you start kissing his neck.  

Because after that, he’s a goner.

“Come here...come sit on the couch for me.” He whispers into your mouth.

Jungkook has you on the couch seconds later, ridding you of your sleep shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

Instinctually, your arms come around your stomach.

You’re not exactly insecure around your husband but, old habits die hard you know?

Jungkook immediately kisses his teeth, bumping your arms with his hand, “Ah ah...don’t hide from me please, I want to see all of you...” He assures you, as he has a million times but it never gets tiring.

To solidify his sentiment, he spreads your thighs gently and leans over and kisses all along your lower stomach, focusing on the areas he knows you don’t like.

He drags his nose across the band of your panties, looking up at you through his hair, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful I think you are?”

You giggle, brushing a hand through his hair to reveal more of his face to you, “I think you have yeah, once or twice...”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking at the sound of your giggle, “Once or twice? Aish that’s certainly not enough...”

“Maybe more than that...” You mumble, a shivering as he runs his nose along your panties again, one of his hands travelling up towards your breast, “All the time.”

He chuckles lowly, “That’s more like it.” He hums, pressing a kiss above your belly button as his fingers brush over your aching nipple, “It’s still not enough though...that’s why I married you. So I’d be able to tell you every single day.”

Your back arches against his hand whilst he slowly rubs over the sensitive skin, bringing it to a frigid peak.

“I love you.”  

It’s all you’re able to whisper at the moment because your arousal is starting to invade your ability to form sentences and he clearly has a plan to continue fucking with that.

“I love you jagiya...” Jungkook smirks, kissing over your stomach again before sinking onto his knees, “Can I tease you for a little bit? I wanna make sure your nice and ready for my tongue. That sundae didn’t fill me up enough...”

With a shaky breath you nod, parting your legs further but to be honest, you can’t imagine being anymore ready than you are right now.

“Close your eyes for me.”

You’re engulfed in darkness then, surrendering yourself to whatever he has planned for you.

“Thank you.” He kisses the top of your pussy, allowing his lips to linger there as he inhales, “Fuck- you smell really good. I know you’re probably ready now but, I really want to make you drip if I can.”

His comment causes you to inhale sharply, your nipples hardening almost uncomfortably as begins tickling his fingers up the length of your inner legs. His hands are so soft, so delicate as they touch you, stopping just outside the seam of your panties before travelling back up to your knees. Over and over again, he tickles your skin and eventually he starts tracing the edges of your panties with his fingers.  

“Touch your nipples for me. We’re almost there baby, just a little longer.”

He isn’t controlling you.

He isn’t in charge.

He just knows your body so well.

He knows how to make you feel good.

And fuck, if he doesn’t want to make you feel so so good.  

You follow his instructions, bringing your fingers to your nipples and rubbing back and forth over the tops of them, the sensations going straight between your legs as your husband continues his teasing.  

He slides his index fingers beneath your panties now, allowing the backs of them to brush against the lips of your pussy ever so gently, ignoring the throbbing knot of nerves that needs it the most.

When he’s done there, he focuses the tickling motion just on the outside of your panties, tickling his fingers up and down.

Over and over and over and over...

It’s getting a little overwhelming and, just when you’re about to say something he gasps in admiration.

“Oh look at that jagiya- you did it. You dripped all over your panties for me...”

He sounds genuinely proud of you and, you react to his praise instantly, your eyes opening to catch the smile on his lips.

The darkness in his eyes is obvious but there is mixture of adoration and deviance in there too.

He’s going to destroy you.

“Good girl...” He tickles his fingers over your panties once more before kissing the top of your kneecap, “Are you ready to get your pussy eaten now?”

Your fingers are still lingering on your nipples, your legs twitching at his touch.

You're completely enamored with him.

His praise is addicting and you never want it to end.

“Please.” You clear your throat, brushing a hand through his hair, “Yes please.”

He smirks, almost darkly as he kisses the side of your wrist, “My sweet girl...”

It’s the last thing he says before he’s slipping off your panties and getting to work.

He starts by kissing down the length of your lips a few times but, he knows that the time for teasing his over.

You feel his tongue between your lips then, searching for your swollen clit before getting to work on it.

As he licks you towards bliss, his hands are wandering all over you, squeezing at your hips, brushing over your breasts, rubbing at your stomach.

He wants you to know how much he loves pleasing you.

He groans at the taste of you, his dick hardening almost painfully, precum staining the seam of his sweat pants.  

“I- Jungkook I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, hands tangling in his hair as he focuses all of his attention on your clit, licking at it faster and faster.

“Mhm- I know, you’re twitching all over the place for me. Let me taste it beautiful...”

The pleasure launches itself into your senses then, taking up every square inch inside of your body.

You feel your toes curling against the carpet, the back of the couch damp with your own seat as you press your hips towards Jungkook’s mouth.

When it’s over, he’s kissing you and his eagerness accidentally causes him to bite your lip harder than he intends to.

“Shit sorry- I'm so worked up right now. Eating you out makes me crazy...” He whispers shakily and you actually feel for him.

His erection looks painful beneath the confines of his sweat pants and, you want nothing more than to suck the discomfort away.

“Me too- it's ok.” You assure him, brushing his hair away from his face, “Switch me. It’s your turn.”

You don’t have to tell him twice.

He’s on the couch, tugging off his sweatshirt, which was sticking to his skin, his hair a mess as he leans back against the couch.

His body is beautiful; tan, toned and covered in little marks that are specific to Jungkook:

Little moles, various old scars and tan lines from working in the sun so much.

He is beautiful, it’s painful.

Chest heaving with excitement, he ushers your mouth to his “Please ride it, I wanna hold you.”

Who are you to refuse him when he asks so politely?

After yanking his sweats off, you’re sitting aside him seconds later, kissing his mouth like your life depended on it.

“Wasn’t our sex life supposed to go stale at this point? What are we doing right?” He jokes, his hands roaming over your back whilst you line him up with your entrance.

“There’s something in the water up here I think.” You giggle and he follows suit, nudging your nose as he tugs you closer to him.

“Oooh good theory.” He smirks and as you sink down on him, he locks eyes with you, allowing you to see his most vulnerable self.

In the midst of pure bliss...

His eyes widen as you engulf him, mouth opening at the sensation before his forehead falls against yours.

“Fuck.”  

Bracing your hands behind his head, you start a pace you know will lull him into bliss, all while keeping your eyes on him.

The gaze is so intense between the two of you but with the only sound being labored breathing and your skin slapping together, Jungkook snickers.

“Why does it have to sound like that?” He whispers, burying his face into your neck when you laugh.

“It’s not a cute sound.” You agree, giggling despite sinking feeling in your stomach.

Jungkook’s dick is a work of art and it’s more fulfilling than anything you’ve ever experienced.  

It’s going to make you cum again regardless of the unsavory noises filling the living room.  

Speaking of cumming, Jungkook seems to be getting further away from humor as you start to bounce faster on him.

“O-oh shit. Okay- fuck keep going jagi. Please keep going- like that...” He moans now, which is something he only reserves to inform you that he’s really close, “Shit. It feels so good.”

To solidify his fate, you usher his face out of your neck to lock eyes with him again.

“Yeah? I want you to feel good. Are you gonna cum inside for me?”

“Yeah...” He nearly chokes when you tighten around him, holding onto your hips for dear life.

“Let me feel it beautiful. Cum for me.”  

Using his own words against him was a dirty move but, Jungkook makes no complaints and follows your instruction.

His stomach caves in with the force of his breath as he spills himself inside of you, digging his nails into your hips as he does.

You’re not far behind and with a hand between your legs and your husband whispering encouraging words into your ear, you soon meet the same fate.

The two of you stay wrapped up in one another for quite some time before deciding to clean each other up.  

Straightening up the living room was a fruitless endeavor as your clothes end up abandoned on the floor anyway.  

You simply can’t be bothered as you usher a very naked, very happy Jungkook to your bedroom.  

Beneath the cool cotton sheets, he pulls you against his chest, humming contently.

“I wish I could marry you again- that'd be pretty cool.”

In the darkness, you smile rubbing your face playfully against his skin.

“Mmm no. This time, I’m definitely marrying you.”

He scoffs, “Uh no. You married me last time. I wanna marry you this time.”

“Um? You literally proposed to me last time so no, you married me. This time I get to marry you.”

He snickers, “Oh so are you gonna propose to me this time?”

“Yeah- then I’m gonna marry the heck out of you.”

The lack of light prevents you from seeing how big his smile really is but, you do feel the kiss he places between your eyes, “Fine. I’ll allow it but, only because I love you.”

You unknowingly return his smile, hugging him tightly, “I love you too.”  

[cherrynojutsu]

Title: Like Silver

Summary: A companion series for Like Gold.

Sakura misses him so much. She misses the faint smell of woodsmoke and sage, and mismatched eyes captivating in their intensity and unfathomable depths. The Rinnegan is beautiful, soft lavender ringed by hypnotizing layers of circle and tomoe, but flecks of silver dance in his right, tiny asterisms bewitching in nature, if one gets close enough; she’d first noticed it when they were children at the Academy. She knows they're Itachi's now, a slightly different scattering of luminaries aglow in the deep pitch of obsidian, but they're still as enthralling to her as they had been back then. She dreams of that silver sometimes, recalls it any time she sees something similar in color or reflet.

Blank period, canon-compliant, Sakura-centric, some expanded plot points from Like Gold, fluff and pining, eventually becomes a smut fest with feelings.

Disclaimer: I did not write Naruto. This is a fan-made piece solely created for entertainment purposes.

Rating: M (eventual nsfw-ness)

AO3 Link - FF.net Link - includes beginning/ending author's notes

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Chapter 1/?: An Introduction to Electrocardiography

Sakura gazes out the window of her office, a pile of paperwork set aside for a poetic sort of procrastination, trying to indulge for once in a Konoha spring, though she's finding it arduous.

As pretty as it is this time of year, all she can manage to feel is wistful.

Hanami has come and gone already for the most part, though there are a few stubborn cherry blossom trees lingering at the tail end of their blooming. She can see one here from her window, up on the hillside that slopes towards Hokage Rock, clinging to the uneven land. She’s sure its roots have to be all twisted, a labyrinth of gnarled wood clinging to any scrap of land it can wind itself around as its branches and petals try against all odds to reach upwards into the open sky that she can’t take her eyes off of.

There’s a metaphor in there somewhere, but it’s one she doesn’t care to unpack.

This year was her twentieth viewing of her namesake, though Sakura obviously doesn't remember the first few. Her parents take great pride in the retelling of tales from those first few years of her life, the ones she was too little to remember. The highlights come up annually on her birthday without fail, how she grasped at the petals like they were something precious, clutched in her sticky little hands the entire day.

A framed photograph is perched on one of the built-in shelves of her parents' living room, of her and her father on her first birthday. He was holding her up on unsteady legs, ridiculously proud and pointing towards the camera where her mother had been trying to get her to look. Her short pink hair was flying absolutely everywhere, matching the fluttering petals and in-bloom cherry blossom tree in the background, chubby hands grasping upwards. Strawberry cake and frosting were smeared all over her cheeks. They’d had a picnic for her, at the park nearest to their house.

“We came home and cleaned you up, and then your father helped you water your tree for the first time, in the little pink watering pail you unwrapped earlier. You were so cute.” That’s what her mom says every year. Sakura has the sentence memorized at this point, could recite it on cue, if she needed to.

Her parents had planted a cherry blossom sapling in their backyard a few days after they brought her home from the hospital as a newborn, so the tree is around the same age she is. She used to spend time under it often, as a kid, and some of her earliest memories involve sprawling beneath it to study the heavens while her mother gardened. She would also sneak berries from the patch when her back was turned. Sometimes her dad would join in her pilferage, and they would sit beneath the tree like a couple of bandits with stained lips, though those first few years she can remember he barely fit underneath it, as tall as he is. Many a tickle fight had been had, shaded by those branches. She would read books there on nice afternoons, when she was a little older.

The tree is fully grown now, also on the final cusp of its blooming for the year, floriferous wood expanded outwards to drape her childhood stomping grounds in a sea of soft pink. They have a picnic under it every year, in her family’s backyard, when they celebrate her birthday together. Her actual birthday has come and gone, but her birthday dinner is two days from now. Her parents swung by her apartment on Sunday afternoon for a bit with outlandishly large cupcakes, but her mom had mentioned they’d do dinner and a gift on their usual night, Thursday, since it works so well with their schedules every other week.

“We have to have your picnic, under your tree, like always. It’s a tradition! My beautiful girl. I can’t believe you’re twenty. It seems like just yesterday you were only yay high,” her dad had told her, gesturing below his knees before hugging her too tightly, ruffling the hair she'd inherited from him before they left. The cupcakes were strawberry with cream cheese frosting, one of her favorite treats. They’d left her with four extra to enjoy between then and Thursday, one for each day if she wanted it, turning her birthday into more of a week-long affair than a one-day celebration.

She and Ino had demolished two of them while watching some of the terrible movies they love to hate together, later that evening. It had been a smorgasbord of strawberries, really, because they'd washed them down with strawberry daiquiris, sugary sweetness topped with ridiculous amounts of whipped cream. They'd sat on her balcony, after, sipping a little tipsily and just looking.

"You should try to enjoy your namesake more this year, Forehead. You're so busy that I'm not sure you've realized, but you've really grown into it," Ino had said, beckoning vaguely towards a Konoha beginning to bloom, renewed with a warm breeze, spring ushered in by a fluttering of pink petals. Ino likes to give compliments in roundabout ways, she’s learned over the course of their friendship; crass as the blonde can be, she does have her moments. Her words meant a lot to Sakura, so she’s trying to take them to heart, to stop and smell the cherry blossoms, so to speak. It won’t be long before Konoha crescendos into the sweltering heat of the summer.

She loves her parents and her friends. She really does.

But birthdays are weird, Sakura thinks.

Last year, Sasuke had sent her a letter on her birthday. She’s reread it so many times that she has it more than memorized; it’s stitched into the muscle tissue of her heart at this point, or maybe scarred into the lining of her aortic valve, sempiternal markings adorning the tunnels that sustain her, causing her breath to catch every time.

Sakura,

Hanami has come to the wilderness in the Land of Honey. Bees are awakening and foraging for the first pollen of the season, with which to begin again. Cherry blossom petals are everywhere, lining the pathways and floating on the water.

Happy birthday.

-Sasuke

It had been short, simple, and even a little poetic; she had cherished it, as she does all of his other letters. She’d cherished the pressed flower with it just as much; a cherry blossom, neatly flattened with a precision that screamed Sasuke, near exactly the same shade of pink as her hair.

Sakura had started crying when she unfolded the paper to reveal it sitting atop his words. His hawk had waited patiently at her office window for a response to be written and tied to its leg, perched atop the windowsill and watching the goings-on of the village below, absolutely no concept in its predator brain of how much she delights in seeing it fly, a graceful tether to the boy - now man - she has been in love with for ages.

Cherry blossom petals are everywhere. Is there a hidden meaning there, or is she making a mountain out of a molehill?

She’s tried not to read too much into the letters. She's not sure if he sends any to Naruto or not; she's too afraid to ask, because she'll either get a heart-pounding hope if he doesn't get them, or a soul-crushing disappointment if he does. She can't imagine him sending a yellow flower to Naruto, but he may very well have sent him a different gift for his birthday.

Maybe he just thought she would like a flower, which she did - it’s pressed for safekeeping, along with all of his other correspondence to her, sporadically and chronologically throughout a book she keeps on her nightstand, An Introduction to Electrocardiography. It is her take on an album of small things she holds close to her own heart, things she wishes she could read in his. Sakura didn’t want to buy an actual album for such a thing; that felt too formal, for something as ambiguous as her ties to Sasuke, overflowing on her end as they may be. So she’d settled on a book about deciphering the heart’s tells based on science only, electrical impulses and repolarization, the sizes and positions of the chambers, how to diagnose conditions utilizing one’s findings. It’s one she doesn’t need access to anymore, extremely familiar with EKGs after years of study. She’d wanted it to be something no-nonsense, all hard facts and data on how to read activity plotted over time.

Evidence-based. Are letters evidence, though? She’s not sure that would hold up as empirical proof in any of the scholarly journals she’s studied or submitted work to since beginning her research. She thinks wryly, though, based on what she has witnessed get published, that scientific verification doesn’t always matter if you know the right people.

She’s thought many times sifting through it that perhaps it is too optimistic, too hopeful of a book subject for such a thing. Sakura has agonized over it, frankly, wondering whether it was an inappropriate choice.

...But now that they’re in there, it might ache worse to move them somewhere else.

It’s the last day of March now, and she didn’t get a letter this month, which is unusual, because she’s gotten one near each month in the time that he’s been away. She’s paged through the book a few times over the past several days, rereading and admiring the preserved sakura blossom, frozen in suspended animation indefinitely on a page about precordial leads.

Sakura hadn’t really expected anything from him for her birthday, other than a monthly letter like he usually sends... but this year she didn’t even get that. She’s trying really hard to not be disappointed. She has so much to be thankful for, in the grand scheme of things...

...But the petals of the cherry blossom from last year have faded over time, she’d evaluated yesterday, sitting in her bedroom. It might be like her, always pressed in a book, fading whilst stuck indefinitely between the boundless teeth of academia. There is always more data to record, more evidence, with which one can prove or disprove their findings.

No letter this month, though. Nothing to record, no new evidence.

It might be time to move the letters somewhere else, she thinks pensively. Maybe a place where she’s not tempted to look at them all the time; their placement in the book, small scraps of paper that stick out in only a couple of places, makes it easy to go back and reread them. She’s pretty sure she has an empty shoebox in her closet that she could move them to, in a pile rather than catalogued between pages rife with information and a fragile sort of hope. Maybe she’ll do it tonight, put it up in the far right corner of the upper shelf, shoved towards the back so she can’t reach it without the stool, so she’s not tempted whenever the next bout of heartsickness slams into her like one of Tsunade-shishou’s fists used to. She needs to go by the library after work first, to return some things, but maybe when she gets home, she’ll do it. She could eat a cupcake, too; that might make it a little easier.

Sakura misses him so much. She misses the faint smell of woodsmoke and sage, and mismatched eyes captivating in their intensity and unfathomable depths. The Rinnegan is beautiful, soft lavender ringed by hypnotizing layers of circle and tomoe, but flecks of silver dance in his right, tiny asterisms bewitching in nature, if one gets close enough; she’d first noticed it when they were children at the Academy. She knows they're Itachi's now, a slightly different scattering of luminaries aglow in the deep pitch of obsidian, but they're still as enthralling to her as they had been back then.

She dreams of that silver sometimes, recalls it any time she sees something similar in color or reflet. There’s an extremely unique necklace in an antique shop she visits with Ino and Sai from time to time, and occasionally on her own, over on the northeast side of town. It’s a salt-and-pepper diamond, dark grey with inclusions, dainty and set in what must be a hand-fabricated setting. It hangs from a silver chain, towards the back of a display case filled with other vintage and distinctive pieces, but it’s the only one she ever finds herself drawn to. It is so similar to his right eye, dark smoke near black, speckled with beguiling silver startling in its clarity. The bevel cut reveals new flecks dependent on the angle at which you view it.

Sakura studies it closely on each visit, because it is so hauntingly breathtaking and it reminds her of him.

Ino has said it’s not her color, and that she should stick to warm tones and gold, for which she is better suited; Sakura has not confessed to her why it catches her eye so much. Sai has agreed with his girlfriend on the coloring note, sensitive as he is to such things, but the way he studies her every time she tears herself away from it makes her suspect he knows exactly why it captivates her so. It’s been sitting there for years at this point; she has to mentally talk herself out of buying it on each visit. It’s beautiful, but she would spend far too much time gawking at it, and it might hurt more with extended study than the gentle tugging at her heart she experiences when she’s in that old building throughout tiny fragments of lackadaisical afternoons.

Sasuke has been gone for a long time. She hopes he's finding the peace he's been seeking, that he's seeing the world with new eyes just as he'd imagined. She thinks of him every day, sends out little orisons like petals in the breeze in the hopes that they’ll find him, wherever he is.

I wonder where he is now.

Try as she does to enjoy the breath of spring Konoha is right now, and her namesake as Ino said, all she can seem to do is shift her vision to the sky, hoping against hope for a glimpse of a familiar bird-of-prey that will stay an ample amount of time for her to craft a response, before it abvolates away for another month.

Sakura smiles, then, close to laughing at the absurdity of it all, because she is so predictable. She loves this village despite its many flaws and challenges, despite the things about it she and Naruto and Kakashi-sensei and Ino and even Tsunade-shishou, off in the Land of Wind, are trying to change, but even after so many years, she’s still pining for something beyond it, something in the wilds of the sky just beyond her reach.

There’s always next year, she supposes, pupils drawn again towards the outstretched branches of the cherry blossom tree on the hill, before trailing her eyes along further. She can grow a little more to try to reach him. When she was little, she had wanted to grow tall so she could try to touch a star, like the branches of the tree in her backyard did when she and her father laid beneath them on balmy summer nights. He would tell her ridiculous stories about all of the constellations, things she knew had to be untrue, even at the ripe age of five. Precocious, he’d always called her, but in the loving, joking manner he had.

Her gaze follows the horizon, leisurely taking in the rest of her home. It really is a lovely day, despite her yearning. Spring is here again, and today's is a gentle sunset, one last little bit of sunlight with which to conclude March. The temperature is already spiking, unusually warm for early spring, but summers in the Land of Fire are always hot. She really should finish her paperwork, but it’s hard to find the motivation just yet.

Something possesses her, then, to turn her neck more, take in more of the skyline's continuation. She wants to see all of it.

And then Sakura’s eyes fall on an achingly familiar figure cloaked all in black, perched only a roof away and observing her, and she thinks she must have nodded off, because she has to be dreaming.

She subtly pinches herself in the millisecond of time that follows, but she is very much awake.

The words are blooming out of her throat before she can even process what’s happening, exultation sinking into her every vein. “Sasuke-kun!” She moves to crank her window open the rest of the way, and he hops from the neighboring roof down into her office, all nimble legerity that she still thinks has to be a mere mirage conjured from her memories. When he straightens to his full height, she muses that he has to have grown taller. The mere sound of his footsteps on the tile flooring, as familiar a refrain to her as if he’d just walked out of the village yesterday, are a treasure beyond price.

“Sakura.” His voice is a rich timbre that she has desperately felt the absence of; hearing him say her name almost makes her want to cry. She smiles wider instead, to the extent that it almost hurts, and her gaze latches hungrily onto the very eye she was just daydreaming about. A storm of soot and silver, beveled into countless fragments like some kind of dark, rustic diamond, and so staggeringly beautiful that she’s pretty sure she’s blushing just from beholding it. Gods, it's not fair for someone to be so handsome.

“When did you get back?” She asks, utterly overcome with joy. This is better than a letter or any birthday gift she could have received, brighter than any star she’s beheld.

“Just now.” He’s smiling, a small and subtle upturn of lips that is so characteristic of him. Then his words hit her, and her face must be getting redder.

Just now? As in…

“I’m sorry I missed your birthday,” he adds before she can simmer on that for too long, and she has to blink in bewilderment, because that is the absolute last thing she expected him to say. Sakura wonders how much heat can creep into one’s face before they spontaneously combust.

Then she realizes she should probably respond, as humans tend to do in conversations. “Oh! Um… it’s okay.” She folds her hands in front of her shyly, grinning like an idiot. “Thank you for remembering.”

There is a lengthy moment in which she just soaks him in, hoping he can read in her eyes how much she’s missed him. He is still so beautiful, prized eyes and aristocratic angles that have solidified a bit more into the face of a man in the time that’s passed. His hair is different now, covering his Rinnegan eye. His cloak is a little more threadbare, too. He’s tall.

His expression, normally unreadable, is calm. Content, even.

There’s a question nagging at her that she knows she needs to ask. She tries not to bite her lip as she asks it, braces herself for the possibility of not liking the answer.

“Are you… just back for a little while?”

Did you find what you were searching for?

He gazes at her for so long that she thinks he may be glimpsing her soul, peeking into her ventricles to see his own words immortalized there, seared into her core to be felt each time her blood pumps.

“...For more than a while.” And she smiles the biggest she ever has. Oh, this is so much better than a letter or a gift.

“Well, welcome back, Sasuke-kun. It’s… very good to see you again.” It feels as if a piece of her heart has been returned to her, something of the divine stitched back into her chest and full to bursting in omneity.

There is a pause, and then he’s reaching his hand out towards hers, initiating physical contact with a touch that is feather light, so gentle she thinks she is going to start sobbing.

She can’t help it; she pulls him into a hug, tinged with elation. She hopes he doesn’t mind too much; he stiffens for a brief moment, but then settles, wrapping his arm around her and settling his head atop of hers, and she could die happy right there, embracing him with feelings momentarily set free from where they’ve been whelved into her chest.

He smells faintly like sage and smoked cedar, just as she remembered. She can hear his heart thumping, a strong cadence, and it grounds her. Oh, she’s missed him.

“...I’m home, Sakura.” Soft words float above her head, and she can feel the vibration of them through his chest, right by her ear.

Oh, she’s crying.

Sasuke lets her embrace him for a long time, for which she is so grateful. She knows he’s not one for physical contact; it’s a privilege to be allowed into his space even for a single second, let alone for an extended period.

She draws back eventually, glancing up at him again through the tears still collecting in her eyes. Her face blazes when he reaches to wipe them away tenderly with a calloused hand, careful and with a lenity that she’s always known was there, hidden under the surface.

She could just stare at him for hours, she thinks as he lowers his hand. He’s still looking down at her with one of the softest expressions she has ever seen him wear. She really hopes she’s not dreaming.

It’s tremendously hard to get it together, but she tries, because she doesn’t want to spend the entire time crying, not when he's finally back. There are so many questions she’d like to ask him that she’s finding it a challenge to pick one with which to lead.

He surprises her by speaking first, quietly. “I… had something made for you.”

It takes a moment for the words to compute.

Made for me?

Her processing speed must be exceptionally slow, stuck in the utter mush her insides have become, because he adds, “...For your birthday.”

Sakura blinks, and furrows her brows in confusion. “Made… for me?”

He nods. “...I’m sorry it’s late.” The way he speaks it is cryptic, like the apology weighs more than one needed for a tardy gift. Doesn’t he know she doesn’t care? He could have showed up in July with something for her, and it still would have made her knees weak and her heart thump furiously in her chest.

Made for me? She’s still stuck on that sentiment as he breaks eye contact and turns to rummage through his satchel, beneath his cloak.

Sasuke pulls out a medium-sized flat box, a simple white, and she doesn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t that. Something that comes in a box is a lot more formal than a pressed cherry blossom, something more… permanent.

She reaches out to take it on autopilot, and is stupidly distracted by the way his hand brushes against hers, a small spark that makes something in her quake. She wonders if he felt it, too.

Sakura clutches the box with both hands like her life depends on it, murmuring softly, “Thank you, Sasuke-kun.” She’ll wait until later to open it, after he’s left; whatever it is, she doesn’t want to embarrass him, and she also isn’t sure she can tear her eyes away from him just yet, anyways.

Is it just the lighting in her office, or are his ears a little flushed? She didn’t notice that before; maybe he’s had a drawn-out journey back. She wonders how much ground he covered today, if he’s still winded. He might need to rest.

But then he mumbles, voice husky with what she assumes is disuse, “...You should open it.”

His words echo in her head again. I… had something made for you.

“Okay,” she answers in a hushed voice, so she doesn’t scare him away, shifting slightly to set the box on her desk carefully. Suddenly she is very nervous, anticipation settling into her gut.

When she lifts the lid, she swears her heart ceases beating.

The most exquisitely intricate uchiwa fan she has ever laid eyes upon is placed in the box before her.

It’s carved into a likeness of a cherry blossom tree, branches twisting lissomely into bamboo framework, impossibly fine. A different set of words is reverberating in her head now.

You should try to enjoy your namesake more this year, Forehead. You're so busy that I'm not sure you've realized, but you've really grown into it.

Made for me?

“O-oh.” Sakura is not sure what she expected, but it wasn’t this. She fights back the tears, biting her lip and wide eyes soaking it all in, enjoying her namesake in a way that is entirely unprecedented in its sheer severity. The amount of time it would have taken for someone to sculpt and bind and sew is unimaginable; every detail is finely wrought, flawless down to the silk and stitching, lacquered and carved pale wood shifting effortlessly into eighty slivers of bamboo, intricately webbing silk together with the lithe grace of gossamer. It’s a cherry blossom tree, petals and all, pearlescent thread shifting slightly, gorgeously in the light, unimaginable detail. She has stitched people back together countless times over the course of years, but even her expert dexterity would look like a child’s first embroidery stitching in comparison. The stamen within the petals are nearly more detailed and finely milled than an actual, real life cherry blossom, plexure sutured in a fashion so baronial that it’s impossible to believe human hands were even responsible for it.

The silk. Oh, the silk. The color shift bears a striking resemblance to the Uchiha insignia. This is not a gift one gives to a teammate.

Oh, she's crying.

This has to be a dream, some kind of paracosm her heart thought up to give her brain the high of a lifetime. Hope burgeons and unfolds in her chest cavity, bleeding into her extremities like the pale pink shifting into red before her eyes. She’s never, ever going to forget this, not even if she lives to be one hundred years old.

Made for me?

She picks it up with disbelieving hands, grasping it more carefully than she’s ever held anything in her entire life, as if she’s going to wake up at any moment and it will dissolve into synapse, lost in the hazy juncture of morning the way one tends to lose awareness of the contents of a dream upon coming to lucidity. To her absolute bewilderment, it stays solid in her hands, a finery made even more unbelievable by touch. The grooves of the carving are as gentle as his hand had been on hers earlier. She thinks it would have had to be commissioned at least a few months in advance, outlandishly expensive. She’s never seen silk like this. She doesn't know; she's smart, but she's no artisan. Maybe she should ask Sai. She's crying.

She adores it.

Tears won’t stop welling in her eyes; she thinks they may be escaping from a tender spot inside her chest that’s been reserved for him since she was a child, a leak in a metaphorical dam. She takes a steadying breath, blinks, almost has them conquered. Get a grip, Sakura.

Then Sasuke’s hand is on hers, gently turning the handle over.

Her name is carved into the pale wood, on the back in formal calligraphy, Sakura daintier and more perfect than she could ever write it, as if it had just been uncovered in one of the inner layers rather than whittled there manually. Sasuke presses her fingers to it before loosening his grip, and in that second it feels as though his lost hand is in the wood, caressing her from split atoms in the grooves from the other side.

The tears spill over her cheeks - she admits defeat - intricacy of the entire thing blurring out of focus but still somehow burned into her retinas for all eternity.

Made for me, made for me, made for me-

Her voice finds her after a few more tears fall. “It’s beautiful.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, overwhelmed with complete and utter awe, trying desperately to choke down a sob. “Thank you, Sasuke-kun. I… I’ll treasure it. Always.” She cradles the fan closer to her chest, her heart - maybe An Introduction to Electrocardiography wasn’t a poorly-chosen book, after all; there is much to be read from something this precious - and regards him with watery eyes. She wishes she wasn’t crying; the distortion of the tears is making it hard to see the silver she’s loved and missed so much.

His hand lifts to her face after a moment, and to her surprise, he wipes away her tears again. She barely catches the something-more in his eyes, then, through the waterworks, precious metal flashing and pouring into the words scarred into her ventricles to live there forever, fortified in silver, but he is looking at her so -

“...Always,” he agrees, voice a little breathless, sparking scintilla near hypnotizing her in their luster, and he seems so happy -

Then he leans down to press his lips gently to hers, and this is better than her heart stopping, like when she opened the box. This time, her heart soars, and she touches a star she’s been dreaming of for eons.

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My Mad Scientist

I know it's been what feel like a decade since I've released some of my work, but I'm back baby. I plan on updating every until Halloween, so hopefully I can keep that promise. I just got to fight off this writer block that's been beating my butt for months now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Remember to Comment and Like. Thank You.

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Day 243 on Sombrero's Ship

Professor went to Planet Beta to obtain a rare plant that he plans to work with to try out magic. He requested for the shipment of two other plants that he needs from Planet Xeon, but the receivers there are quite slow, so it's unknown of when they will get the message. Professor is getting quiet impatient-

"Of course I'm getting impatient," a voice yelled behind you angrily. You dropped your hands from the keyboard to tilt your head back at the voice. 

"They haven't had any connections," you teased the man. Well, I guess man would be the wrong word. 

The correct term would be a Znemorph from Planet Alpha. He was around 8 feet tall when he slouches, but could get to a height of 10'7 when he put in enough energy to actually stand up straight. His torso was humanish in a way, except his ribs expanded out more causing his waist to appear tiny. 

The skin on his body was kind of leathery with a silver holographic sheen to it. Six pair of arms extended from his torso, all thin and strangely long. The upper and lower arm had 3 thick fingers, whereas the middle arms sprouted four. He said that on his planet it meant that he was going to be something special, but you knew that was just simply him boosting his ego.

"I mean, so what? They got my call within one solar setting last time, but it's been six now," he yelled with his almond shape head twitching. His hair was styled in thick long twists of red that turned white the lower it went. On top of his head seem to be a skull mask, but was actually an evolution their body made for defense. If he feels threatened or angry, the mask cover his face, only allowing his 6 black eyes to be seen. 

"They have had non-stop fire storms that have been burning their receivers. They have to wait for them to stop in order to fix them. Then they will receive your signal," you explained slowly to him. In response, he just slowly blinks at you with a quirked circular eyebrow. "So you will have to wait longer."

A loud groan slipped from his throat as he threw himself back on your bed. The black duvet covered his upper body making his lower body stand out. Instead of normal muscular Znemorph legs, he had a pair of silvery mechanical prosthetics.

When you asked what had happened, he just simply explained that when a machine is in the red danger zone, don't continue to let it run. He also laughs really hard when in an action movie, they jump away from the explosion with their legs up above them. 

"But I want to try out magic right now. For all 509 years I've been alive, I have never gotten a chance to work with magic. And now we're at a part of the universe where it thrives and I can't do anything because their planet is dumb," he mumbled angrily.  His metal legs thrashed around as he threw another mini tantrums. 

He was the oldest creature on this ship, but somehow still manage to act like the youngest. But it was kind of adorable when he gets pouty. His cheekbones flares out in order for him to extend his tongue out of his mouth. 

"How about this? I have a lot of credits left, so I'll buy you some jello," you proposed already standing. A happy squeal came from the Professor's mouth as he tried to jump out of the bed. But in his joyous state, he failed to remember that he was wrapped up in your duvet.

A loud thump then clang followed after his body crashed onto the ground. His legs were first to move as they tried to kick the duvet off. 

"Ugh, this stupid human invention. Why can't-" his sentence was cut off as his mask slammed down over his face. He couldn't speak when the mask on, but you could see by his six eyes that he was getting more angry.

"Calm down, Professor," you sighed slowly. You took giant steps to get around your circular bed to help the Professor. The duvet had caught on a spring in his leg causing him to be stuck. An easy fix. 

"There you go," you sung out pulling the duvet from around the spring. He rolled his eyes and flipped off his back to get onto his two feet. The mask was still on his face and you could tell he was getting annoyed by not being able to talk. "So far, the key ingredient you are missing today is patience. Just be patience and the mask will go back up."

Four eyes closed leaving only the middle one. Lifting his middle left and right arm, he begin to wave them around while switching his hip. He strutted over to the duvet and in the most exaggerated motion, threw it onto the bed.

"You really shouldn't be making fun of someone who is going to be getting you some jello," you grumbled with a raised eyebrow. His four eyes slowly open before they begin to flutter at you. "Now flattery, you really trying everything in the book."

The walk to the canteen was majority you talking to him. You made the mistake of asking him a question and he went to respond but couldn't. This caused him to have another mini tantrum where he tried to shove his mask up. 

"It's going to be on there longer since you got angry again," you sighed out. You picked up the bronze spoon and bounced it on top of the jello. The two jellos sat on top of the table, uneaten, as the cold air conditioning in the room kept them in their natural state.

You didn't want to eat without the Professor. It would be quite rude for you to finish first and then have his mask come up, making him feeling like he should rush while eating. Jello was his favorite food, so he should have plenty of time to enjoy it. 

"I'm scheduled to check on Earth's veggie plants this afternoon," you whispered glancing up at him. He sat up a little and you could see his eyes starting to shine. "It's only for a little bit, so if you are free around that time you can come."

All six hands came up and started to do multiple versions of excitement: clapping, jazz hands, and a few fist pumps. His eyes were closed in happiness as he continued to so his little happy jig. He's so adorable.

A loud popping sound caught both of yours attention. You glanced up to see 6 black eyes and a flat nose. His face had a little more colour in it due to the heat from being under the mask; his cheeks had a small pink hue to it. He couldn't actually blush, since his skin was holographic, but you like to pretend that when a certain colour show up in that area that it's blush.

"Oh my gosh, finally!" he yelled quickly snatching his spoon up. In one sweep move, half of his jello was balancing on his spoon. His jaw dropped a little revealing his mouth.

They were filled with mini sharp teeth that grew blunter the farther back they went in. Two black tongues wiggled around as he tried to control his urge to snatch the jello with him.

The way Znemorph eat were quite different from humans. The can rip the food with their front teeth and use this type of acidic saliva to melt it in their mouth. In order to break it down faster, they usually shoot their tongue out to the food and wrap their tongue around it.

The Professor never said he was embarrassed by it, but it was easy to tell. When he ate in public, he tried to eat in what was deemed as 'appropriate'. But in private, he tends to do it the natural way.

It startled you when you asked him to try the human treat of jello. After a singular spoonful, his tongue shot out to the bowl and brought the entire thing in his mouth. He spent the entire week apologizing and avoiding eating around you. It took you awhile to finally coax him out of that state. 

"If you don't stop analyzing me and eat," Professor scolded narrowing his eyes. You blinked away the reverie and looked down at the food. His was completely gone, even the bowl was wiped clean. 

"How did you know I was analyzing you?" You mumbled embarrassed. You put the spoon in the bowl and brought out a small spoonful. You gently placed it into your mouth and allowed it to melt a little.

"When you are thinking real hard, your eyes gloss over and you sometimes twitch you fingers. You look like you are writing or typing," he explained waving his spoon around to drive home his point. He glanced over at your bowl of jello.

"Well," you drew out digging your spoon into your jello "I am used to taking notes of things I find interesting. So I guess you caught my attention,” you teased him with a small wiggle of your eyebrows. You pushed your spoon towards the Professor and he looked confused for a moment. “Say ah.”

He mimic the sound with his six eyes narrowed in confusion. You put the spoon in his mouth and dropped the jello onto his tongue. All movement in the Professor stopped as you brought the spoon out of his mouth. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you ‘analyzing’ my jello over there, Professor,” you joked. You put the spoon in the jello and took a small bite out of it. One thing the chef on this ship did was somehow make all food taste a thousand times better than anyone could imagine and somehow created new dishes while at it. Today, they recommend that you try out the new strawberry cheesecake flavored jello. You didn’t think the flavor and texture would mix, but they somehow made it tastes awesome.

A loud high pitched screech startled you causing you to drop you spoon on the table. You snapped your head up to look at the professor blue and pink holographic face. Why was his face so colourful all of a sudden?

The bottom right arm threw itself forward and reached towards the side of your head. Your earpiece was ripped out of your ear causing you to gasp at the cold air hitting your ear. 

“NIGONVNSOIENGRWSJGNiosrnJBNSDIOnO,” the Professor went off while holding the earpiece high above you. His hands were moving around in exaggerated movements as he continued to go off in gibberish.

Well, it wasn’t gibberish, it was just his native tongue. The ear piece he took out of your ear was an automatic translator that helped everyone on the ship understand each other. Everyone was able to talk to each other no matter where they came from or what species they were. So for you, everyone talked in English, but to them it was something totally different. 

“Professor, I know you know that I can’t understand you right now. Give me my translator so I can see why you’re throwing a tantrum," you grumbled sticking your hand out for your ear piece. He glances at your hand with narrowed eyes before hesitantly handing back your earpiece.

"Theraepjohtrs’ore-uxveodbwivbsj." You were trying your hardest to get the earpiece in your ear, but it was kind of hard when you felt rushed. Finally, the dang thing clicked into place and you felt a small electric shock tingle in your ear. "So, if you shall need me, I will be in my office."

The Professor spun dramatically on his prosthetic legs and marched off in the way of the offices. As he stomped away, you sat there confused and baffled at what just happened. 

You fed him some jello, which you thought was normal between the two of you. He always fed you food and you have had your share of throwing popcorn in his mouth. Maybe it was the flavoring that got to him. He's never had the cheesecake flavor, it was number 39 on his list of jello flavors to try. Was he mad at you for ruining his process of jello testing?

"I have no clue what just happened, but I know for a fact that the Professor was flustered." You glanced up to see the Cook walked towards you. They were a quite large purple alien with three arms and a lower body that resembled a horse. You forgot where they came from.

"You had your translator in, can you tell me what happened?" You begged bring your hands together with your puppy dog eyes out. The Cook let out a small coo and poked you cheeks. 

"Humans are so cute," they squealed pinching your cheek. You slapped away their hands to stop them from going overboard. They were like every grandma on Earth combine into one being. "Anyway, he was yelling about being embarrassed by how adorable something looked. And then I think he started to speak some poetry that compared the taste of the jello to his one true love."

You tapped your translator to make sure it was in all the way, because what they just said made no sense. The Professor is single from what he has told you, so who was he yelling about?

"I think he called the jello his one true love. I don't know. I was only half heartedly listening," they grumbled sadly looking down. You gave them a smile of gratitude.

"It was still some good information. Thank you so much," you said smiling gently at them. They couldn't really smile, so they opted for a thumbs up with their three fingers. 

"Oh, don't forget to check your Earth garden today. I have to do mines tomorrow," they reminded snapping their fingers at you. You glanced at the clock on the wall to see that it was later than what you wanted to leave for your garden. 

"Thanks, and good luck with your experiments," you yelled abandoning your jello to run for the transporter. A bunch of other aliens were kind of confused by you running through the ship, but one glance at the clocks and they're faces turned into their version of understatement. 

The thing was that every person on this ship was a scientist in some sort of field. Everyone on the ship got tired of calling eachother Doctor, so you guys just started giving each other nicknames.

Since the Professor was the oldest on the ship and was always going off on a tangent about something, he earned the nickname of the Professor. 

The Cook was an alien who had a hobby for making different dishes from around the galaxies and never wanted to use any of the food teleported in. So most people usually could come to the canteen and find them in the midst of cooking. They even began to take orders. 

"Um, Human," someone whispered tapping your shoulder. You turned around to see the Professor standing next to the transporter. His eyes glanced at you before bouncing back to the transporter. “You going to the Earth garden to tend to it, correct? Good, than I should follow you.”

“What the hell was that in the canteen, Professor? You yank out my ear piece, scream something, and then stomp away. And you expect me to act like nothing happened," you snapped at him pointing an accusing finger at him. He took a startled step back with his arms coming up in defense. A blue tint started to spread up his neck and covered his face. 

“I didn’t mean to make you upset, human. I was startled and I let my emotions get the best of me," he muttered out avoiding your gaze. He reached his top left hand and started pulling at his twists, a nervous habit that he grew into. "I said some stuff that I didn't want you to hear, because it would have ruined our relationship."

You raised an eyebrow at him at the last statement. But the cook said that he was talking about being embarrassed or being in love with...the jello? You've seen the Professor in all types of situations, so him being flustered or embarrassed is something you're use to. So, what did he say exactly?

"Next time, just talk it out with me. I hate that shock the translator give when you put it back in," you grumbled rubbing your ear with the translator. The Professor's eyes soften as you saw his forehead crinkle from regret. "I won't hold it against you this one time. But if you do it again, you will be punished."

A shiver went through him at your little threat. The alien here know about humans and their history, so a few aliens fear you, even though you can barely reach half their height.

The ping from the elevator startled you for a second and broke the weird atmosphere. The doors slide open revealing a circular pad that worked as a teleporter. 

You stepped on it quickly and turned to the front. The Professor went to take a step too before he stopped. He glanced hesistantly at you and back at the pad.

"Come on in," you huffed out rolling your eyes. He let out a small happy squeal ad he jumped into the pad. He seems to be vibrating with excitement at the thought of seeing Earth's vegetation.

Three solar settings has past since that incident, which is close to a week in Earth time. The two of you never brought up the incident and just continued on with your work. It's been pretty normal, well as normal as it can get with the Professor. 

That is until one day in the middle of your sleep, you get a call. The flashing blue lights and annoying ringtone going off instantly put you in a bad mood.

You rolled over and slammed the button to answer the call. Whoever it is better have a dang good reason for calling you at 4 in the morning.

"Human! So, I have good news and bad news." You let out a long groan as you heard his voice. He had to sleep a lot less than you, but he knew how important a good night of sleep was to humans. "Which would you prefer first?"

"Good news," you grumbled rolling over to turn on the light. A soft pale yellow filled the room allowing your eyes to slowly adjust. 

"So, I grew restless waiting for Planet Xeon to stop setting it self on fire, so I decided to work with what I got. And guess what," you didn't even get a chance to breathe before he was talking again," I was able to use some magic. I made a spell and casted it."

Your body tensed up. He used magic by himself, most likely unsupervised by the ship's AI. Please, don't let him have burned down half of the ship.

"And the bad news," you hesitantly asked. You prepared to launch yourself to the nearest transporter to stop whatever damage he may have caused. The Professor may be the wisest thing on this ship, but he's also the dumbest. 

"I somehow casted a truth spell on myself. I thought I could substitute some of the ingredients for this one spell and yeah, it didn't work out."

You sat there for a moment and let all of that sink in. 

"Are you okay? Is your body feeling fine? Is there anything on fire? Are you on fire?" You asked slowly to him. You heard a slight giggle come from him. 

"No, my cute little human, I am in no way in any harm. I think it's absolutely adorable how you worry for me," he hummed out with a small laugh at the end. You blinked slowly for a second before glancing over to make sure it was the Professor calling you. 

"Well, if you're okay then I'm going to go back to bed. You can call me if something goes wrong, but please don't if you just simply want to chatter," you grumbled turning back off the light. You waited for him to say good night, instead you were met with silence. "Professor?"

"Sorry, I'm having an internal turmoil on how I should respond. A part of me wants to wish you a pleasant dream, because you deserve it and you look like an angel when you sleep. But then there's a part of me that wants to lie and say I feel off, so you can come over and we can watch a scary movie together. Then I can pretend to get scared by something and have you wrap your arms around me and I can spend the rest of the night in your hold. I do believe that is my favorite place in the entire your universe, in your arms."

Your mouth hung open as you looked at the communicator in shock. "What?" You yelped in surprise. 

"I would ask if you had your translator out of your ear, but with each passing millisecond, that hope is burning faster than Planet Xenon is right now. So-so, this is very awkward and-and I'm going to hang up," he sputtered. A bunch of crash and bangs came from the other side of the line along with some curses from him. "I'm fine. I'm okay. Nothing's on fire other than my face and dignity! Bye!"

A low tone beep told that he just ended the phone call. In the darkness of your room with cold air nipping at your skin, you sat there more confused than ever in your life. You wondered if he accidently made a hallucinatory drug instead of a truth spell. 

But that was a morning problem you were going to have to deal with.

Day 251 on Sombrero's Ship

Professor has casted a truth spell on himself late yesterday. It seems to have affected him mentally more than physically. The spell makes him speaks what's on his mind rather than answering the truth to the question. Talking to other scientists that have worked with magic before, they believe the exact name of the spell is 'Release the Mind'.

You shut down the tablet and glanced at the door in front of you. The air in the lab section of the ship was always cold and dry. Luckily, the lab coats produced thermal heat to keep your body in top condition.

The small communicator on your arm buzzed for a few seconds before pulling up a holographic message that showed you had 30 minutes before you needed to return to your experiments.

Whelp, here goes nothing.

You placed your hand on a pad next to the door and pushed your fingers into the squishy fabric. The pad glowed a low orange before turning red. Access granted.

The Professor only gave you accessed to his lab because he got tired of having to constantly open the door for you when he wanted to show you something. So, he just put your fingerprints in and now you're able to go through whenever you feel like.

"Oh, I knew I forgot to do something," a voice grumbled. You looked around, but didn't see the Professor anywhere.

"Professor?" You asked scanning the room once. It was a pristine white room that held little colour in it. The white counters in the back held tubes that were slightly bubbling over. A movable silver table was haphazardly turned in the corner with a bunch of books open.

Filled with curiosity, you walked over to the books and took a tiny peak at what pages they were open too. These had to be the references he used for the spell.

'Reversal Spell'

'How to undo a spell for beginner'

'Baking Substitute'

'Human Appearance Spell'

'How to look more huma-'

Before you could get a good look at the last book's page title, it was slammed shut by a silver holographic 3 fingered hand. The hand was quick to snatch the book off the table before 4 other hands snatched up the other ones.

"Really wished you didn't see that and wished you weren't here," Professor gasped, struggling to hold the books in his arms. A book flipped out of his hand and started diving for the floor. But you were use to the Professor's clumsiness, so it was a natural movement to catch the book before it could crash.

"Sorry for being a bother Professor. I'll leave ASAP. Only wanted to check in on you," you said in a mannerly professional voice. It was there to cover up how hurt you were by the Professor saying he didn't want you to be here. He most likely did feel uncomfortable with you, a human, around while he wasn't in top shape.

"Oh, you're sad. I made you sad with my previous statement. I believe you interpreted it incorrectly," he rambled running around the room. His 6 vantablack eyes searched the room feverishly as he seem to be struggling to focus.

"I was not saying that I did not crave your presence, I always do. That's the reason I gave you access so I could discreetly ask for you to be next to me. Just you being near is enough for you to brighten my entire life. And that's not even including that god like beauty of yours. Anyway, I was saying I wish you weren't here because my mouth is like a volcano that constantly erupting stuff out of it and it isn't under my control. I mean, look, in the last 50 seconds and 23 millisecond and counting, I have poured out way too much information that should have been hidden in my mind. On that note,how was your day?"

He spun on his prosthetic and slide on a random paper. Luckily, he was capable of grabbing the metal table with his arm and pull himself back up. The skin on his face became more colourful as he spun away from you.

You tried to express any emotion other than shock, but you were struggling to. You just stared at him with a wide mouth as he moved around the room with his eyes cast down.

The Professor gave out compliments, just not as intense as those. It almost seems like he was-

No, don't even go down that path. He is a professional creature and wouldn't even go towards that area, especially in the workplace.

"Oh-oh-um it was great. Got a chance to work with Chef on some ground samples this morning," you stuttered out trying to remain cool. A wave of heat flooded up your neck as you saw him glance back at you with those black eyes.

"I love the chef, truly do. But I don't appreciate how close they try to get to you. Did you know they tried to make you their assistant when you first got on the ship?" A loud snort escaped his mouth that was followed by cute low pitch giggles. The Professor rarely giggles until something he finds really hilarious. "As if I would allow that to happen. Having six arms really came in handy to fill out all the required paperwork for you."

"Wait a minute, you said having six arms restrict you from doing paperwork because you mix up your arms," you exclaimed pointing an accusatory finger at him. A bluish tint began to form over his skin exposed from his lab coat. He turned around and pretended to busy himself by putting the books up.

"I...don't...recall...that," he spoke extremely slowly. You let out a scoff of disbelief at his obvious lie. That is some bull and he knows it.

"Professor," you growled stomping over to him. He jumped at your tone and you saw fear wash over his face. He ran to the rolling table and held it between the two of you. "Do you know how much paperwork I have done for you in the 251 days I've been under you?"

He flinched at you and covered his face with his upper hands. "I'm sorry. You just look so cute!"

All your anger dissipated for a single second as you thought about it. The Professor thought you were cute. You, a human, deemed cute. It's been so long since someone has called you cute, excluding the Cook.

But then your anger came back in ten folds. "So you gave me extra work because you thought I was cute. How does that make any sense?"

"No, well yes. It made sense to me. When you're working, you have that cute little human tongue poking out or you would drop those cute little eyebrows. Or the way your eyes would look at me when you needed me to confirm something. It didn't help my crush on you, but it made me so happy to spend so much time with you."

Wait a minute.

"Did-did I say the c word?" He stuttered out dropping his grip off the table. A pinkish tint started to take over as his body froze up.

"Yep, you used the c word," you spoke in an airy voice due to your shock. The Professor has a crush on you. The Professor that always threw tantrums in the silliest of ways. The Professor that can go on two hour rants on the randomest of subject. The Professor that is so in love with jello that he almost threw an alien across a ship for touching his jello. That Professor has a crush on you.

"Why won't this mask go down when I need it to?" he hissed gripping the top of his mask and trying to pull it down. The mask seems to be immovable as the Professor pulled the mask with all his strength.

"So, you like me? Like, like like me?" You asked just to be sure. Maybe there was a glitch in the translator and the words weren't getting translated correctly. The english word probably isn't crush, it could be something else.

"Like? In my opinion that words seems to weak for how I feel about you. I would say maybe enraptured or maybe even love. But I know that that word is very serious to your kind and I just dropped it on you right now. Oh boy do I wish this mask could go down right now. I am so scared of the rejection to come.".

"So would you like to go on a date?"

You dropped the question. You did it. My gosh you actually just asked the Professor on a date. When was the last time you asked someone on a date?

What if this is all a prank and you just put yourself out here on the line? All the scientists could kick you off the board saying you were trying to take advantage of the Professor because you thought he wasn't in the right mind. What if the spell the Professor casted was an opposite spell, so he's saying the opposite of what he thinks? He must be disgusted by you. Oh gosh, why did you ask?

"Date? Wait!" He stuttered out as his head twitched for a split second. You felt your face heat up at him repeating the word date. His blue tongue slide out and flickered around as he struggled to say something.

"I mean you don't have to if you don't want to. I was thinking maybe a scary movie or going to the Stargazing deck. I mean, we can also go as friends if you would like," you stumbled out feeling worse as he just stared at you. "You know what, never mind. Guess it was a weird translation and this is so awkward now. I'm going to go."

You spin around quickly and briskly walked towards the exit. You were a fool to think you could be romantic with an alien. They barely saw you as a friend and here you are overstepping their boundaries. Who would want to be with the creature that has a history of being cruel and brutal to their own kind? You just have to accept this lonely life your species has laid for you.

A startled cry along with the scraping of metal on the ground caught your attention. You turned in time to see the Professor running towards you with his arms reaching towards you. One of prosthetics legs' spring caught on his lab coat and didn't come forward in time.

Almost in slow motion you watch as the Professor's face filled with even more panic. Moving around frantically, his arms tried to grab something, but nothing was there. Well, unless you count yourself.

All the air in your lungs was knocked out of you from the impact of hitting the ground and some of the weight of the Professor landing on you, he stopped most of it by sticking his arms out.

"Are you okay?" He yelped using is upper two hands to check your face and body. All of his visible skin was turning into a dark blue with small hues of green appearing. It reminded you of earth, a little.

"I'm fine, Professor. How's your leg? The spring got caught again. You really need to get that fix," you scolded him with a small glare. He has been putting off going to the Torch, the engineer scientist, for a while. His excuse being he didn't feel like having to roll around in a wheelchair.

"Forget about that. I just want to say that I would love nothing more than to go on a date on you. I like you human. No that's not it. I lo-"

You watched as his mask slammed down over his face. This thing really does have the worst timing in the world.

"Calm down," you spoke softly already knowing where this was heading. The Professor pushed himself off you and sat on his knees. All six hands went to the mask and started pulling at it with such vigor that you were worried he would break it. "Professor!"

You sat up then crawled as quickly as you could over to him. You couldn't hold down his arms, so you went for the next best option.

You placed your hands over his. It was almost like you froze him with how still he got. You brushed away his hands and rested your fingers on his cheeks. His eyes begin to soften as he leaned more into your touch.

"I don't want any part of you getting hurt, no matter if you find it annoying. I want every part of you. From your childish ways to your serious dorky self. I want all of it. I want to be with you," you spoke from the heart. This was the first time you made yourself vulnerable in front of the Professor.

His black eyes started to shimmer as tears started building up in his eyes. You couldn't see his lips, but you knew he was smiling by the crinkle in his bottom eyes.

Then a loud beeping noise interrupted the moment between you two. You glanced down at your watch to see that it was time for you to head to your lab to check the experiments. Had 30 minutes really passed so fast?

The Professor's eyes narrowed down at the watch that was still beeping. You clicked it off and glanced back up at him. He widen his eyes extremely and begin fluttering his eyelashes.

"I'm not about to be late to my experiments; it could cause the data to be messed up," you grumbled looking away from those hypnotic eyes. If you keep looking at them, then your resolve would break.

The Professor jumped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist. You fell backwards again, but fell to the ground a lot gentler. The Professor's almond head dug itself into your neck allowing you to feel the coolness from his mask.

Lifting your arm, you ran your fingers around his twist and massaged his scalp. His body seemed to melt into yours at the action. Note for the future, the Professor loves to have his hair massaged.

"I have to go," you whined tapping his shoulder. He tighten his grip and shook his head. Letting out a small sigh, you stopped petting him. "How about this? I'll take the rest of the afternoon off after I check my experiments and we can have a small date in my room. I've received a new shipment of Earth's scary movies that we can watch them I'll even get us some ice cream and popcorn."

He was quick to jump off of you then. He started flickering all of his hands at you with playfully narrowed eyes. "Now you want me to leave."

He stopped the movements for a second to shake his head. Then he started them back up. So he didn't exactly want you to leave. He just wanted you to quickly return.

"Meet you in my room!" You sung out skipping out the door. The AI opened the door for you and you slide out. Before he closed it behind you, you turned around and blew the Professor a kiss. You wished he didn't have the mask on so you could see his face.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life," the Professor whispered. You glanced down to see his eyes were still trained on the tv.

This is how it has been for the last 2 hours. When you returned from work, his mask was back up and he has been sputtering out compliments randomly.

You were sure he could feel how flustered you were by your body temperature. Everytime you would get a chance to calm down, he hits you with another line.

"When will this spell wear off?" You asked looking back at the movie screen. The main character managed to get away and decided it was a great idea to hide in the abandoned house. You've watched plenty of these to know where this was going.

"About 3 hours ago," he grumbled snuggling more into you. You froze as you realized what he said. So, it wasn't the spell causing him to say these things. It was just...him.

"Oh," you whispered in shock. He rolled over a bit and looked up at you. His twist flopped over his face and only allowed for half of his face to be viewed. The red from the tv was reflecting off his skin, making him seem as if he was glowing.

"Do you wish for me to stop?" His voice was barely a whisper, but was so deep. A small shiver went through your body from the intensity in his eyes.

"I-i never said I didn't like it," you sputtered out turning away. You ran your hands through the back of his hair and pushed his head back down.

"Good, because I think it's so cute when you get flustered." You rolled your eyes to try to seem like you weren't that flustered. But there he goes calling you cute again. He's being too adorable. "Wait, can you take out your translator for a second?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but nonetheless did what he said. You placed it in your left hand and looked at him expectantly. He pulled himself up on his forearms and looked down at you. The skin on his face was turning into that beautiful shade of blue and pink.

"SIvnwofuwbfoqbaivne diwocb sjfiwnxo. I…….love…..zu." The smile that came onto his face as he spoke the phrase made your heart swell so much. The way his eyes shone from the words made you believe them that much more.

"I love you too," you spoke gleefully. You leaned up and pressed your foreheads together. Feeling his cool skin embrace your warmth was a sensation that made you feel like you were on cloud 9. And knowing that this feeling will always be here because you will be able to be with him.

How did you get this lucky?

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The Birthday Surprise

From: @airplanesandcookies

To: @leahlisabeth​

Rating: G or T

I was so happy to write a fic for leahlisabeth.  We have the same soft spot for Bakery AUs and this was a joy to write.  I hope you enjoy your Bitty Valentine.  

A little girl with the biggest blue eyes Bitty had ever seen, stood in front of his cash register, pulling out folded dollar bills from the bottom of a very large and orange piggy bank. 

Bitty could feel his heart expanding like a balloon in his chest.  

After pulling out what he could only count as a jumble, she pushed the money towards him and pointed towards the display case.  “Is this enough for that cake?”

Even if it wasn’t, Bitty was going to give her the cake just because she delighted him so.  His heart couldn’t take this much cute in a morning before his second cup of coffee.  It was too much.  

“Absolutely.  Do you want me to write anything on it.”  Bitty asked as he pulled out a small chocolate cake and placed it delicately into a box.  

Little blue eyes bounced on her bare tiny toes that Eric noticed from under her pajama pants.  “Happy Birthday, Daddy!”  And can you draw a Falcon on it.  He’ll like that.” 

Children usually came into the shop, maybe not with a piggy bank, but always with shoes and an adult.  

“Honey, I can’t help but notice, where is your grown-up?”  Bitty asked carefully, reaching over to grab the white frosting to write the message.  

The girl leaned towards the counter.  “He’s still sleeping.  Now I get to surprise him!”  She said, conspiratorially.  

“Oh!  I see.  You know, I would be very worried if I woke up and my kiddo was gone.”

She blinked owlishly at him for a second before adding.   “I left him a note, just in case.”

Bitty cast his eyes over to the front door.  The clock hadn’t moved much since this very small child rang the little bell over the door by walking into his shop. 

“I’m a little nervous.  Do you think we can call your dad now and let him know where you are so I can feel better about you being here?” 

The little girl’s eyes grew even larger and misted over.  “But, the surprise?”  

Oh my god.  Eric thought.  This was it.  His paternal instincts were activated.  Abundance of affection, overflowing.  Bitty was going to be a dad now.  

Bitty sighed.  Logically he knew that he could not adopt a little lost girl like a kitten, but that didn’t stop his overactive imagination from planning out a lifetime of first days of school and making her cookies when she was sad. 

Who could possibly lose this precious little angel of a baby child.  Eric was not going to cry.  He was going to be the grown-up that she needed until he could locate her grown-ups.  And if he couldn’t find them, then he would immediately adopt her and rename his bakery, ‘Bitty and Bit’s Bakery.’  

But he didn’t have time to even contemplate pulling out his phone to call the police before a very large and very muscular man went running frantically past the shop door, before skidding to a stop, pivoting and yanking open the bakery door.  

He was blue eyed and barefoot, just like the little girl standing stock still at his register.  

“Ava!”  

“Daddy!”

Mr. Tall and beautiful scooped up his child and spun her into a tight hug.  

“You scared me.  You can’t just walk out of the apartment like that.  It’s not safe.”

Ava clung to him, her little voice squeaky with tears.  “I’m sorry daddy, but I wanted to surprise you.”

Eric lip quivered as he watched their reunion.  He was not going to cry like this was a corny Hallmark movie.  Not until they left and he was recounting the story to Lardo. 

To distract himself (and to keep himself from staring), he finished writing the birthday message and boxed up the cake.  

Ava’s father cleared his throat and Bitty looked up, not noticing that he had walked up to the counter and good grief, this man was as hot.  Magazine cover worthy, farmer’s market hot, and thick, Eric was going to expire right here in his shop.  

“I am so sorry,” the deep voice said and every thought in his head went out the door.   “I had no idea she had left.”  He waved a sheet of paper between them. “Glad she left a note.”

The “note” was a picture drawn in crayon of a roughly brown box with an arrow pointing towards the first floor.  It took a second, but Bitty recognized that the circle drawn next to the arrow was a picture of the pie from his Bakery’s sign. 

“Can I have it?  I want to frame it and hang it on the wall.”  

Jack handed it over with a smile and Bitty took it reverently enjoying the little details like the yellow sun in the top corner and the big blue planters with strawberry plants sticking up.

When Bitty finally spoke again, his voice was a little horse.  “I’m so glad you got here so quickly.  She was only down here for a few minutes.  I was going to try to call you and then maybe the police.”

The man nodded.  “Makes sense.  I’m Jack.  Ava and I live in the condos upstairs.”

“That makes sense.” Eric said, looking down at Jack’s bare feet.

Jack wiggled his toes.  “I panicked.  I may have forgotten my shoes.”

“It’s good that I’m the owner.  I can waive the no shoes, no shirt, no service rule.” Eric said, knowing that he sounded like he was flirting with a married man.  But he didn’t see a ring.  “I’m Eric, but everyone calls me Bitty.”  

Jack blushed, the pink coming over his cheeks under his morning stubble.

Ava pushed up onto her toes and moved the box over to Jack.  “Daddy, happy birthday!”  

Jack picked back up his daughter and looked over at the box.  “This caused all the fuss?”

Eric’s pride bubbled up, “I’ll have you know, it was worth it.”

Jack smirked as he met Eric’s eyes and opened the box.  Now that the anxiety was gone, his smiles came easily.  “Oh my gosh!  Thank you.  Nice Falcon!” He said kissing her head. 

“You told me not to turn on the stove, so I couldn’t make a cake.  I’m sorry I scared you,”

Jack hugged his child.  “I understand.  Next time, we’ll make different choices though.”

Eric fussed, pulling on the sleeves of his shirt and straightening his apron.  

“How much do I owe you?” Jack asked.

Bitty waved the picture at him.  “It’s your birthday, no charge.  Plus, this counts as my first commissioned picture of my bakery.”

“That’s no way to run a business.” 

“Good thing it’s my business.” Eric lobbed back, smiling and pushing the box and the wadded up bills towards the family. 

Ava, who had been oddly silent pipped up.  “Daddy, he’s really nice, you should ask him out on a date.”

Jack’s eyes went wide.

“You already said you thought he was cute.  And he makes cake.  He could be my new dad.” 

Bitty’s eyes went wide.

Ava beaconed towards Eric with her finger.  “Do you like kids?” She asked in a very loud whisper.  

“I love kids.”  Bitty whispered back.  

“Do you like hockey?”  Ava countered. 

“I played in college.  I was captain my senior year.” Bitty replied. 

“Bitty’s a hockey nickname?” Jack said, not really asking a question.  

“Okay. This is the most important question.”  Ava said, looking intense, “What is your favorite breakfast?” 

“Pancakes.”

Ava turned to her dad.  “Marry him.”  

Jack’s mouth gapped open and then closed without any sound coming out.

Bitty tried not to laugh, but failed.  

Ava smiled serenely. 

“You are a handful.” Bitty finally said, handing the cake box over to Jack.  He pulled out a business card, flipped it over, and scribbled down his phone number.

“I close up shop around 4pm.  Call anytime.”  Bitty said with a wink.  

Jack took the card, carefully read the number to himself before putting the card in his pocket and backing up from the register. 

“So, if you aren’t busy after 4pm, I was going to order take out and eat this awesome birthday cake my daughter bought me.  Would you like to join us for dinner?”  

Bitty smiled.  “That sounds like a lot of fun.  Can I bring anything?”

“More cake?” Ava said, eyeing the strawberry cupcakes in the case.  

“Just yourself.”  Jack said pulling his daughter out the door while balancing his cake.  “I’ll text you the details once I have my hands free?”

“You know where to find me.”

Jack and Ava beamed matching smiles before turning and walking out the door. 

Bitty only got through displaying out a few more cookies and scones for the lunch rush before his cell phone beeped.

<<Hi, it’s Jack. We live in Apartment 4 upstairs.  In case you couldn't guess, I am a single parent to a very independent 6 year old.  I really do hope you can make it later.  If you can't, let me know now so I can stop cleaning.>>

Bitty texted back.  <<I'm definitely coming.  I wouldn't miss it.>>

After a minute, he added a wink face because he was definitely flirting.

Jack winked back.  

4pm couldn't come fast enough.

[buckybarnesbingo]

The amazing results of last night’s game, “3 Prompt Summary”!

Everyone threw in three prompts, and then let loose on the prompts and created fanfic summaries based on the prompts!  There are a lot of VERY INTERESTING ideas in this bunch!  

Here’s the first example round...

Prompts from LLightz - soulmates, Steve/Bucky, dog

Summary by @rebelmeg​ - A dog. His soulmark was a dog. Which was no problem, Bucky liked dogs. But... a dog?! A golden retriever with a smiley dog face and a blue collar. Go figure.

The rest are under the cut!  There are a lot of them, and they are so cool!  There’s an amazing mix of characters, prompts, angst, fluff, crack, and everything in between.

Prompts from @magicadraconia - Cloak of Levitation, Stark Expo, butterfly kisses

Summary by @fightingforcreativity​ - How Strange lost Levi was beyond him. But he assumed it had to do with the smitten Super Soldier and Engineer. Somehow Levi had it in his mind that those two needed some help. So, Strange knowing that they were to be at the next Stark Expo opened a portal. Finding his cloak planting butterfly kisses on Stark's cheek was something he didn't expect at all.

 Prompts from @rebelmeg​ - coffeeshop AU, glitter, Sam Wilson

Summary by @themadhalewrites​ - When a pride parade ends up in Bucky’s Coffee Shop he ends up not only having to clean up the glitter but now his glitter soulmate mark that matches up with the parade leader Sam Wilson makes sense.

 Prompts from LLightz - Enemies to Lovers, Highlander, Stucky

Summary by @fightingforcreativity​ - Being alone for so long has hardened Bucky's heart. He had lost everything back then. His friend, his brother, his lover. All to another Highlander going by the name Captain America. What a travesty. Since then Bucky had tried to hunt him down. His sworn enemy with eyes so similar to his former love.

 Prompts from @dreaminglypeach​ - Pepper, only one bed, kidfic

Summary by @rebelmeg​ - Bucky didn't understand it. The entire Stark Lakehouse, but there wasn't a single couch or guest bedroom open? At least, not unless Morgan Stark was willing to give up her bed, which, given the obstinate expression on the little girl's face (and WOW did she look like her dad), she was not about to share. Luckily, Pepper comes to the rescue. Albeit, in a kind of weird way...

 Prompts from @rebelmeg​ - coffeeshop AU, glitter, Sam Wilson

Summary by @dreaminglypeach​ - Sam hates coffee. Like, really hates it. Won’t drink it, can barely even stand to smell it, even talking about it makes him feel vaguely queasy. Why, then, does he work in a coffee shop? That, my friends, is a long story, involving glitter, puppies, and the incredible stubbornness of a dumbass named Steve Rogers.

 Prompts from @themadhalewrites​ - Lost, Hidden Love, Mystery Child.

Summary by @fightingforcreativity​ - Oh the f*ck Tony managed to get lost in this freaking forest was a mystery. Just like the child with brown hair, and steel grey eyes following him, hiding in the trees now and then but always there. Tony could feel it on his skin. How should he know, that the child, was the man, Tony had loved so fiercely but has had to hide it for James was not of the same standing like him.

Prompts by @fightingforcreativity​ - Love at first sight, missing, one date

Summary by LLightz - They'd had just the one date... Nat and Clint had set them up... pretending it was a chance encounter at their local gym, but he would have noticed the gorgeous brunette with the soft wavy hair and sky blue eyes if he'd ever been there before... It had been love at first sight... but he hadn't shown for their second date, and the number he had been given for him kept going to an invalid number…

Prompts by

@rebelmeg​ - Sam Wilson

@themadhalewrites​ - hidden love

@dreaminglypeach​ - Pepper

Summary by @magicadraconia - Pepper had always had a thing for boys in an Air Force uniform (her crush on Rhodey had lasted for years), so it was natural that that would expand to include the newest Avenger as well. It was just such a pity that Sam Wilson was now a wanted fugitive and hiding out from the world somewhere. Oh, well, she was about due a vacation anyway. Perhaps she'd try Wakanda this time…

Prompts by @rebelmeg​ - coffeeshop AU, glitter, Sam Wilson

Summary by  @fightingforcreativity​ - Glitter. It had to be glitter. Now he had glitter in his hair, glitter in his clothes, probably also in his underwear and glitter in his coffee. He was so done. Sam wanted nothing more than to smack Bucky for this. And he would, if Bucky wasn't the cutest and hottest barista in town.

Prompts by @dreaminglypeach​ - Pepper, only one bed, kidfic

Summary by @fightingforcreativity​ - Pepper was a godsend. No one and nothing would ever convince Tony of something else. Even though he was a bit miffed that he had missed out on the end that was fun. No Steve, James and Tony had to get deaged to their kid years. All included. And dang, considering the pics, the three of them had been clingy at hell, sharing everything after they had to share one bed, because Tony hadn't put in more than one guest bed in the lake house.

Prompts by

@fightingforcreativity​ - love at first sight

LLightz - highlander

@Magicadraconia - butterfly kisses

Summary by @rebelmeg​ - It had been like something out of a period film, or a romance novel, the moment he appeared out of the mist. His shoulder-length hair was damp, and tiny droplets even clung to the stubbled on his face, the jawline so sharp it was like glass. And it was utterly unfair how amazing those legs looked in a kilt. But that? Had been nothing compared to the way it felt when he reached out, his palm calloused, leaving the softest of touches on a warm cheek. Like butterfly kisses... Love at first sight wasn't supposed to be a real thing. It wasn't. And maybe this wasn't it. It could have been something else that sent the heart racing, goosebumps rising up over every inch of skin, a swooping sensation in the stomach that spun like dizziness. Could have been something else. Right?

Prompts by  @fightingforcreativity​ - love at first sight, missing, one date

Summary by @themadhalewrites​ - Stephen had only briefly caught sight of the man during the absolute carnage that was the Battle of New York, but just that glimpse was enough to make his heart race for a different reason than the adrenaline that had been pushing him until now. But he was never able to find the man; it was like he'd vanished into thin air. It isn't until he becomes the Sorcerer Supreme - with the ability to travel the multiverse - that he's able to find the man again. Now if only he could muster the courage to ask for a date…

Prompts by

@themadhalewrites​ - Mystery Child & Lost

@magicadraconia - Cloak of Levitation

@dreaminglypeach​ - Pepper 

@rebelmeg​ - Glitter & Coffeshop

Summary by LLightz - He should never have taken it off in the coffee shop, but he'd been trying to shake off all the damn glitter that had caught on it from all the paraders outside, and then he'd been distracted by the long-legged strawberry blonde who'd brought him the iced mocha... and now the priceless cloak of levitation was missing! That mysterious kid had run past so it was possible he might have snatched it, but there were so many people around that he didn't know where to start looking... Strange was going to kill him !!!

Prompts by @rebelmeg​ - pet fic, bakery AU, crack

Summary by  @fightingforcreativity​ - Iron Mouse was supposed to be a joke, not a thing. Rhodey was snickering madly while Sam grinned mischievously. Tony hated his friends and coworkers. He was a god damn baker, not a pet caregiver. Well... until now apparently.

Prompts by  @fightingforcreativity​ - Love letter, grieving, dancing

Summary by @themadhalewrites​ - He never expected that while we was grieving the death of a Tony, he would recieve a video love letter from Tony where he was drunk dancing to horrible music.

Prompts by @magicadraconia - Stars, "Oh, a wise guy, eh?", chicken soup

Summary by @fightingforcreativity​ - "And there you can follow the line of Taurus, then there is-" 

"oh you're a wise fella, huh?"

"What-" 

The brunet came closer and Tony saw that it was indeed the super soldier. "Mind if I sit and listen? Ma used to tell me about all the stars but I can't..." 

Tony didn't need that sentence to be ended. He knew what Bucky was about to say, and he didn't want to hear the hurt so he interrupted with: "Only if you make that chicken soup for me and Morgan you did the other day."

Prompts by LLightz - Lake, Mythical creature, Parachute 

Summary by @rebelmeg​ - Okay, so jumping out of a plane had been unplanned, but that's what parachutes were for. And now, Bucky was basically just having a nice, lazy float down, watching the world rise up to meet him with idle interest. At least... until he realized that he was drifting rather closer to the lake than he'd like. And, um... was there supposed to be something huge and MOVING in there?!

Prompts by @themadhalewrites​ - Lies, Baby bottles, "These aren't mine"

Summary by @dreaminglypeach​ - “I can explain, Pep!” Tony gushes, desperate to get the words out before she comes to her own conclusion about what’s going on here. “I know she said it’s mine, but it isn’t, I swear, there hasn’t been anyone but you for months, it’s a practical joke or something, I don’t know, just please, Pep, you have to believe me!” 

Pepper, goddess that she is, just sighs, takes the baby from his arms, and proceeds to make it actually drink from the bottle Tony’s been trying to give it for twenty minutes now. “Okay,” she says. “We can figure this out.”

Prompts by

@fightingforcreativity​ - Dancing

@themadhalewrites​ - "These aren't mine"

@dreaminglypeach​ - Alcohol

Summary by @magicadraconia -  It had been a really good beach party, lots of booze, lots of pretty young women - and men - to dance with, but now Rhodey was trying to help him find his pants so he could go home. Ah, those looked like his! "Hey, wait a minute, these aren't mine!"

Prompts by @themadhalewrites​ - Lies, Baby bottles, "These aren't mine"

Summary by @fightingforcreativity​ - Sometimes, in the depth of the night, Steve just needed something that would remind him of better days. Of days he had dreamed about being his everything. Those nights Steve took out a carton, filled with baby things, bottles, nappies all kind of stuffed animal things. Lies, beautiful lies in a beautiful box. Because Steve never had that. A baby. A family. How could he? He had been to sick to have a dame and when he wasn't anymore, he was in the war. "These aren't mine and yet..." And yet the blond wished for nothing more than to have buy those things for his own babe.

Prompts by 

@fightingforcreativity - Grieving & Love Letter

@dreaminglypeach​ - Alcohol, Dystopia, Nat

Summary by LLightz - She didn't think she could sink any lower than this... sitting on the blood and dirt stained floor at the foot of some stranger's bed, reading through their crinkled long-forgotten love letters with a quarter-full bottle of Vodka in one hand, a torn up kitten plushie tucked against her chest, and tears silently staining her face... she hadn't ever experienced any of this for herself and here she was, at the end of days, vicariously grieving through someone else's heart.

Prompts by @dreaminglypeach​ - Alcohol, dystopia, Nat 

Summary by @rebelmeg - "Here's to us," Natasha reached over and clinked her chipped mug to Bucky's, very nearly clumsy in her movements. Which, considering who she was, meant she was probably so drunk she could be lit on fire and used as a torch, her blood alcohol content was so high. 

"Lone survivors in a dead wilderness." Bucky intoned flatly, focusing very hard on not slurring. "Yay us." 

"You think there's anyone else out there?" Nat nodded out, towards the ruined landscape outside the cave they'd taken shelter in. 

With a shrug, Bucky finished off his drink and leaned back, bracing his weight on his elbows. "Who cares? This is all gonna be gone by tomorrow anyway. All that matters is that we get and stay drunk between now and then."

(And the commentary, because it’s too good)

Prompts by LLightz- Lake, Mythical creature, Parachute

Summary by @fightingforcreativity​ - Springing out of the plane without the parachute, again, wasn't the greatest plan Steve had in a while. Everything arched, because he landing in the lake. How water could be so hard and hurt like a bitch was a mystery to him. How he hadn't drowned when he fell into it, because he froze, plagued by flashbacks, was another mystery. And who had that beautiful man been? the one how embraced him and... saved him?

Prompts by @dreaminglypeach​ - Alcohol, dystopia, Nat

Summary by @fightingforcreativity​ - Nat was the last Avenger standing. Well, she didn't do much standing these days, nor fighting. But she was still there. Still inspiring a sense of fight in the youth. Being the last Avenger had hurt so much, she could understand now how Tony, who had lost everything over and over again, had lost himself in the bottle in the end. She did the same until she didn't. until Morgan and Peter and Harley and Shuri got to her. Helped her, inspired her to be the role model they needed to win. To finish the evil, the dictator who had ruled and burned them all for the past 10 years. She finally got up again, leading a war against Hydra, against Captain Hydra.

Prompts by

@fightingforcreativity​ - grieving

@dreaminglypeach​ - alcohol

@themadhalewrites​ -  lies 

Summary by @rebelmeg​ - Was an ex-Hydra supersoldier assassin supposed to be cute? Especially when he was sitting on the floor, clutching a bottle of vodka like a teddy bear, and sobbing like a baby. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." Sam muttered. "This has to be a joke." 

Steve just shook his head as he facepalmed. "I reeeeeally wish it was." 

"You LIED to me!" Bucky wailed, kicking out at Steve with a sniffle. "You LIAR. I hope your pants catch on fire IN YOUR SLEEP!" 

"This is ridiculous." Sam swatted away Bucky's hand that was tugging at his pant leg. "Stop it. You are being stupid." 

"HE'S A LYING LIAR WHO LIES!" Bucky bawled, taking another swig of vodka. "I DEMAND RESTITUTION."

(i have no idea what the lie was, but bucky is GRIEVING and it's VERY SERIOUS, SAM)

And more priceless commentary!

Prompts by @rebelmeg​ - pet fic, bakery AU, crack 

Summary by @rebelmeg​ - Shuri cooed at the black panther cub in her arms, tickling it under the chin and beaming when it took a swipe at her hand. "I'm just SAYING, you'd probably get some really good business if you made treats for pets too. It's hard to find a good treat for cats." Bucky barely graced her with a glimpse of his resting murder face before turning away. "I am not making you gourmet cat treats for your illegal pet." "He's not illegal!" Shuri protested, cuddling the panther cub to her chest like he had insulted it.

"Does T'Challa know about it yet?" 

The teenager blinked a couple times. "That's beside the point."

Prompts by 

@rebelmeg​ - pet fic, bakery AU, crack

@magicadraconia - Stars, "Oh, a wise guy, eh?", chicken soup

@themadhalewrites​ - Lies, Baby bottles, "These aren't mine"

LLightz - Lake, Mythical creature, Parachute

@dreaminglypeach​ - Alcohol, dystopia, Nat.

Summary by @fightingforcreativity​ - Bucky had loved the dog next door when they had been kids. He had tried to argue with his ma over and over and over how he would take good care of a pet if he ever got one. but money was tight and his sisters and Steve's health were more important than having a pet. So one of the things Bucky did when he remembered and was 'fine' was looking for a dog. He hadn't expected to find a cat, but he loved her dearly. Bucky was stable for a while, had a cat, had a job at a local bakery and some odd jobs here and there. At night he would look in the sky, trying to figure constellations seeing the stars differently then he faintly remembered. 

At the same time on one of those stars far away, a star named Earth, Tony Stark held his baby boy, feeding him some stardust with a bottle. Whispering, "One day you know you're the world. One day you know, you are a wise guy. But wisdom comes with age and until then you are smart." 

Natalia was with him, in the back looking onward, knowing things she shouldn't. She had tried to drown the foresight with alcohol, it never lasted. Flashes of their world, their planet destroyed, burned and scourged plagued her since she was a small child. "These aren't mine" she had said over and over when the doctors viewed her mind, when BARF showed Tony her innermost secrets. 

Beside Tony everyone judged her though. Believing her to be cruel and wanting this. But she didn't. The boy in Tony's arms proof of that. On silent soles she made into the kitchen cooking the chicken soup her mother taught her. 

A side glance to the parachute they had rediscovered. The parachute of their friend and lost lover. It had floated on a lake not far away. And.... If myths were to be believed it would lead to a world beyond. To a star far away. A star Tony was looking at. A star Bucky hopefully now lived on. amongst the mythical creatures, cats.

AND THAT’S A WRAP, FOLKS!  Leave our contributors some love, they deserve it!  And you never know... maybe some love will get an actual fic!

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Expecting Part 2

This is Part 2 of the Expecting series featuring the reader being married to Kozik and pregnant with their first child. The reader is also Tig’s sister so you can guarantee there’s lots of bickering. Part 1 can be found here. This chapter is a lot of fluff so be warned! ;)

Prompt:You’re married to Kozik and pregnant with his and your first child. Tig is your twin brother. You’re in your first trimester and dealing with the effects of severe morning sickness and have become a bit of a recluse. Your brother and husband convince you to come to the clubhouse for a party to get you out of the house. You’re excited to get out of the house but that changes quickly when drama ensues at the party.

You wiggled your hips back and forth trying to squeeze into your favorite pair of jeans. No matter how much you danced around the bedroom, you couldn’t fit into the pants. You sighed in resignation and stuffed them back in the dresser, instead choosing to slide on a pair of comfortable stretchy black leggings. Stopping for a moment, you looked yourself over in the full length mirror on the wall. Your hair hung loose around your face, still damp from your morning shower. You wore a simple cotton gray bra that fit snug on your growing bosom. What caught your attention was your abdomen, and the small bump that seemed to appear almost over night. You placed your hand on your stomach, spreading your fingers across the expanded skin, marveling at the little life growing inside of you. The sound of shuffling feet brought your attention to the bedroom door and you smiled at your husband who was standing there smirking.

“Enjoying the show you perv”, you teased Kozik while reaching your arms out towards him. He quickly closed the distance between the two of you, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around you, placing his calloused hands on your exposed abdomen. Gazing at your body in the mirror, he hummed in appreciation, pulling you as close to him as possible without squishing your belly.

“So perfect”, he whispered and placed soft kisses running from the side of your face down your neck. You placed your hands on top of his, and turned your head so you were looking him in the eye.

“Do you notice anything different about me”, you asked him, your face beaming with happiness.  

“Hmmmm”, he murmured, “Haircut? New outfit? Either way you look goooood baby”. He gave you a quick peck on the forehead, and then walked across the room to pick up his phone from the bedside table. You turned around, placed your hands on your hips, and stared at him incredulously. You didn’t believe that he didn’t see your swollen stomach and stalked across the room behind him. Kozik heard your agitated footsteps coming up behind him and he smiled to himself. He knew exactly what you were talking about, hell he had felt your new bump that morning as you laid together in bed, but he likes teasing you and continued to play dumb.

“Baby”, you whined while bouncing back and forth from one foot to the other, “you’ve got to notice something different about me”. He turned around and made a show of placing his index finger on his lip and circling slowly around you with a pensive look on his face. After circling you twice, he shrugged his shoulders, and walked across the room to grab his kutte and slipped it over his shoulders.

He began walking out of the room but was interrupted by your now loud and exasperated voice shouting, “Unless you’ve gone blind this morning, you’ve got to have noticed my stomach has seemed to have grown over night.” Your husband stopped where he was walking and slowly turned around coming face to face with you, his tiny fireball of a wife.

“Baby”, he chuckled, “when has it ever been in my best interest to tell my old lady that she’s getting a belly". He bent over, kissed you on the forehead, and then turned around to leave the room. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he trodds down the stairs to start making breakfast.

“Damn you Herman Kozik, tell me I’m getting fat”, you mockingly demand as you chase him down the stairs.

About a half hour later you were perched on one of the kitchen stools, head in your hands, having a stare down with the pile of large nutrient pills and prenatal vitamins. They tasted disgusting and you absolutely dreaded this part of your morning but you knew that in order to keep the little peanut growing inside of you healthy and strong, that you needed to swallow the mountain of pills. By the time you had finished gagging your way through all 7 pills, your handsome husband was heading your way with the breakfast he had made for you both. You sat up so you could plant a thank you kiss on his lips. You had normally done all the cooking in the house as Kozik wasn’t exactly experienced in that department, however with your severe morning sickness rearing its ugly head, you weren’t able to cook without running to the bathroom to vomit. It was a struggle at first, but your old man was a quick learner and was now whipping out delicious meals like a pro. You wished that you could fully enjoy this culinary side of your husband however your stomach could only handle bland and plain foods with the rare craving for something rich and delicious. The doctor also had you on a diet rich in vitamin B6 which was supposed to help alleviate your symptoms. This meant for the past few weeks you were on a steady diet of lean meat, avocados, spinach, dried fruits, ginger, and sunflower seeds with the occasional popsicle or jello cup if you were feeling daring. The two of you began eating your breakfast when you suddenly heard the front door swing open. Kozik reached for his gun in his waistband and stood up quickly but when he saw who had walked through the door, he put his gun away and plopped back down in his chair rolling his eyes.

“Ever heard of knocking asshole”, your husband shouted before taking a large angry bite of his breakfast.

“Ever heard of not being a dick you...what the fuck (Y/N), put a damn shirt on. What do you think this place is, a nude beach or something”, your visitor exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and took another bite of your breakfast before standing up and strolling into the laundry room. You grabbed a clean shirt from the dryer, slipped it on, and quickly returned to the two men in the kitchen. Your husband was exactly where you left him, trying to avoid eye contact with your brother who was lifting a bag onto the counter. You were going to scold Tig for coming over so early until you saw that the bag he had brought you was filled with your favorite strawberry popsicles. You skipped over, kissed him on the cheek, and grabbed the boxes of popsicles to put them in the freezer before they melted making sure to grab one out of the box to suck on right away. You settled yourself back on your stool as your husband continued to chow down on his breakfast and your brother helped himself to a cup of coffee.

“So what are the big plans for today?” Tig asked as casually as possible.

“I don’t know”, you mused, “I was thinking of just hanging out here today, maybe get some cleaning done”. Both your husband and your brother suddenly looked at each other as if waiting for the other to say something.

Kozik finally broke the silence, reaching over and grabbing your free hand and proposed, “How about we do something out of the house today. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to show off my girl”. You quickly shook your head, sucking on your popsicle to give yourself a minute to come up with an excuse.

“C’mon (Y/N), you’ve barely left the house in weeks. Everyone down at the clubhouse has been asking about you”, your brother chimed in. You dropped your half finished popsicle on your plate and hopped up from your stool. You trudged out to the living room, collapsing your body onto the couch and crossed your arms. Both men followed you into the room. Kozik sat beside you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you and kissing you on the side of your forehead. Tig sat in an armchair across from the two of you, leaning forward with his hands folded and elbows resting on his knees. Both men understood why you were so hesitant to leave the house. You hadn’t exactly been able to enjoy these early weeks of your pregnancy as you’d been to the hospital twice from dehydration and then when you were home, you were vomiting off and on throughout the day. You not only didn’t feel well physically, and you didn’t think that you looked good either. You were self conscious about the way you looked and you were terrified to be more than ten feet from a bathroom.

There was a long awkward silence. You could tell that the men wanted an answer from you but you didn’t know what to tell them. You were normally a much stronger and confident woman, however this illness had done a number on you physically and mentally. Tears started to well up in your eyes and you pulled your legs up on the couch, wrapping your arms around them and putting your head down on your knees to hide the tears. Your husband wrapped his arms tighter around you, and your brother got up from the chair and sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“Listen sis, I get that you’re scared and stressed but it’s not healthy for you to be locked up in the house all day. There’s a small party going on at the clubhouse tonight. The Tacoma charter is in town. So we’re just showing them some good old fashioned Charming hospitality. I think it’d be a good idea for you to stop by. Everyone would love to see you”. You raised your head from your knees and peered up at your brother first, then your husband.

Before you had a chance to shut down the idea, your husband chimed in, “C’mon baby. It will be fine. You can dress up, visit with everyone, and besides if you start feeling too sick, we can always go rest back in the dorms”.

Your brother groaned and rolled his eyes, “C’mon man, that’s how she ended up pregnant in the first place”. You let out a small laugh which seemed to make both men relax.

“There’s that smile I love”, your husband chuckled while moving his arm from around you, grabbing your hand, and bringing it to his lips planting a kiss on your knuckles.

“Now”, he began, “I’m going to go clean up breakfast. Why don’t you hop in the shower. I can even join you if you want”. He squeezed your knee and then quickly hopped up off the couch and sauntered in the other room, before you or your brother had a chance to respond. You blushed and shook your head until you were interrupted by the loud noises coming from Tig. You looked towards the angry man who had just hopped up from the coffee table after driving his fist into it.

You raised your eyebrows at him, and he put his hands up in resignation and declared, “I don’t want to hear it. I really fucking don’t. You all are fucking nasty. I got to go...somewhere...anywhere”. You quickly uncurled from yourself and stood up from the couch. Placing your hands on your hips, you cocked your eyebrow at your “big brother” and shot him your best death glare. No matter how big and tough he was, Tig knew not to mess with you or your fiery temper. He leaned his head back and let out a loud groan before walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

“I love you (Y/N)”, he sighed.

“You better”, you retorted.

“Watch it little sister”, he chastised you, “You’re sounding more like me, and with that beer gut of yours, you're looking more like me too”.

You feigned offense and smacked his arm while shouting, “Hey at least somebody noticed my bump”, packing on the sarcasm for your husband in the kitchen.

It was many hours later and you had just gotten out of the shower for the second time. Kozik had kept his promise to meet you in the shower earlier that day which the two of you spent a good amount of time enjoying, until the water ran ice cold. You then moved to the bedroom, where you had round two and three. While you always found your husband incredibly sexy, the hormones raging through your body had you constantly wanting to jump his bones and he sure wasn’t complaining. Eventually you sent him off so you could get dressed without any temptation. You had blow dried and straightened your hair which always took much longer than you expected. You settled on simple makeup, just some eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. You accepted the fact that none of your pants were going to fit you, so you resigned to wearing another pair of dark black leggings, that were comfortable but also clung to every curve of your every growing body. You pulled on your favorite teal camisole, adjusting the material trying to find a way to have both your bump and your growing cleavage covered. You grabbed your favorite leather jacket. It fit snug and you knew that the zipper would not close, but it gave you a sense of normalcy so you decided you would wear it anyway. Finishing off your outfit, you slipped on a pair of socks and black ankle booties. You stood back to stare at yourself in the mirror. You ran your hands over your body, turning from side to side and looking at your larger form. You knew that your body growing meant that your baby was growing, and you should be thrilled about that and you were but you were absolutely dreading standing next to the tiny little crow eaters at the party. You walked downstairs to find your husband, flipping through the channels on the television, waiting for you. You cleared your throat to get his attention and as he turned his head to look at you, you saw his eyes go wide.

You quickly felt self conscious and cried, “I know I know, I look…”.

“You look sexy as fuck baby. I don’t know if we’re going to make it to that damn party”, he interrupted you while quickly hopping off of the couch and striding over until he was standing directly in front of you with a devilish grin across his face. He wrapped his left arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his body before sliding his hand down to grab on to your ass with his large rough hand. His right hand found the side of your face, pulling your lips to his and kissing you with a fervor that took your breath away. You reached your hands up, and grabbed him by the kutte, pulling him even closer if that was possible. Your arms then slid around his neck before quickly finding themselves balled up in his hair. You felt him smile against your mouth, and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue between his lips. He groaned in response and pushed you back against the wall. His right hand moved from your face, sliding down your body, palming your breast before eventually resting on your belly. Then as quickly as it started, it ended as your tease of a husband took a step back from you. You whined at the loss of contact and pouted, wanting nothing more than to bring this back to the bedroom and forget about the whole party. Sensing your frustration, Kozik chuckled, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips while his eyes hungrily roamed your body.

“Don’t worry baby, we will definitely be finishing this later”, he drawled while still trying to catch his breath, “now let’s get going before my phone starts blowing up with texts from your brother”. You groaned in response, but eventually relented, pushing yourself off the wall and grabbing his hand before walking out the door.

You had been at the party for a little over an hour and were surprisingly having an amazing time. The guys weren’t exaggerating when they said everyone missed you and you were practically swarmed when you got to the clubhouse. The first person to see you was Chibs who was outside smoking with a couple of prospects when you arrived. He quickly handed his smoke to one of the younger men and then ran over to the two of you, slapping your husband on the shoulder before enveloping you in a big hug. You hugged him back, excited to see the man who was equally as protective of you as your brother as the two of them had been the best of friends for as long as you could remember. When you walked into the clubhouse, your best friend Lyla Winston quickly ran into your arms, bubbling with excitement that you had decided to come. You couldn’t lie, you were thrilled to see her too and couldn’t wait to here all the clubhouse gossip you had missed while being stuck in the house. Your husband was thrilled to see the two of you interact as it was the most excited and upbeat you had seemed in weeks. He stood back and watched the exchange with a content smile on his face. Suddenly, a large thump from across the room caught your attention and you saw an angry looking crow eater sitting on the ground in front of your brother. She had been occupying his lap and his attention until you had walked into the clubhouse. When he saw you arrive, he had quickly stood up to greet you, forgetting that she was on his lap and she had unceremoniously tumbled to the ground.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Sandie...Sadie….Susan. Damn, I’m sorry doll I can’t remember your fucking name. Can one of you guy take care of this”, Tig stammered as he took a swig of his beer and directed one of the other guys to take care of the angry crow eater now trying to get up off of the dirty floor.

“The name’s Sandy you fucking ass wipe”, the angry woman grumbled as she yanked her arm out of the reach of Juice who had been trying to help her up off of the floor. Tig paid her no mind however as he was ecstatic that his baby sister had arrived and was jogging over to wear you had walked in.

“Excuse me darlin”, Tig interrupted you and Lyla. She smiled, stepping aside allowing your brother to wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up, spinning you around causing you to laugh. He gently placed you back down on the ground and looked you over with a look of concern.

“How are you feeling (Y/N)”, he questioned. You smiled and nodded your head, indicating that you were feeling alright, much to your own surprise.

“Well that’s good”, your brother responded, “because I made sure the prospects stocked up on plenty of vitamin B6 to make sure we had good food for you and my future niece or nephew. We’ve got lots of dried fruit, sunflower seeds, and even your favorite strawberry popsicles. I told them that if anyone eats them, I’ll cut their nuts off”. You smiled at your overly protective older brother and stood on your tip toes, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you for the snacks and for ditching that skank for little old me”, you teased, “Now why don’t you two go find Jax. I’m sure he needs to fill you in on what’s going on with everything, besides, we’ve got some gossip to catch up on”. You linked arms with Lyla and smiled up at both men, showing you were being truthful and that they could go check in with their president. Tig smiled and pulled you in for a quick side hug before running off. Kozik grabbed you by the shoulders and looked you dead in the eye.

“You have someone come get me if you need anything, you understand”, he instructed.

“Yes sir”, you retorted while giving a salute with your free hand. He let out a deep breath and rolled his eyes, giving you a quick peck on the lips before running off to find his brothers. Lyla pulled you over to one of the few free couches and caught you up on all the gossip you had been missing while stuck at home.

Another exciting side effect of pregnancy was the fact that you had a bladder the size of a peanut, so it wasn’t too long before you had to excuse yourself to run to the bathroom. You knew enough to avoid the “public” bathroom and decided to use the bathroom back in your husband’s dorm. Making sure to avoid the full length mirror on your way out the door, you quickly exited the room, excited to get back to the festivities. As you rounded the corner in the hallway, you were stopped in your tracks when you heard your name coming out of the mouth of the same croweater who had been occupying your brother’s lap earlier in the evening.

“That stupid fucking cow”, she snarled, “She pisses me off so much. It’s bad enough that she took over all of Kozik’s attention and then got her slutty ass knocked up by him….but now she’s got Tig at her beck and call too”. The smell of cigarettes turned your stomach as you listened to the two women.

“Don’t worry about it”, another crow responded, “He’s going to get tired of her eventually. He’s going to get bored of the same old bitch day after day, especially with her body after she has that damn baby. Just a waiting game, and soon you’ll have both her brother and her husband wrapped around your finger”. You heard both women cackle and walk away, back to the party to see which biker they could attach themselves to for the evening. You stood there holding your breath with tears spilling over your eyes. Your hands began to shake and you wrapped your arms around yourself, gripping onto the sleeves of your small leather jacket. You felt your stomach begin to churn, and for once it wasn’t because of the morning sickness. You needed to get out of there and quickly. Not wanting to cause a scene, you grabbed one of your husband’s hoodies from his room and pulled it on over your body after discarding your jacket on his bed. You pulled the hood of the sweatshirt up around your face so nobody could clearly see who you are. You stayed on the edge of the room, following the wall as you slowly slipped out the door, walking out of the parking lot and into the night.

You had been gone for all of 10 minutes when Lyla had gotten up and decided to come looking for you. She checked the bathroom, Kozik’s room, Tig’s room, and all of the other rooms in building. At this point she was running around the building in a panic as losing her pregnant best friend was about the worst case scenario she could think of this evening. She knew the men were busy catching up on things in the chapel, but as it was an emergency, she decided to quickly knock on the large doors. Bobby answered the door with a look of annoyance, but when he saw the panicked look on Lyla’s face, he quickly ushered her into the room. Seeing the panicked look on his wife’s face, Opie quickly stood up and walked across the room, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and encouraging her to explain what had happened. Lyla explained that she had gone to look for you after you had went to the bathroom but couldn’t find you anywhere. Both Tig and Kozik cursed and jumped up from the table quickly walking out the door and heading towards their bikes. Kozik decided he would head back to your house to see if you had gone there. Tig said he would drive around looking for you as well. He instructed one of the prospects to figure out what the hell had happened to cause you to leave. Your brother drove from place to place searching for you first stopping at your favorite diner, then your favorite book store, and then your favorite bakery. His mind was going a million miles a minute. He couldn’t understand why you had left or what had happened. They would have noticed any signs of foul play so he knew you had to have walked off on your own somewhere. He sat on his bike for a moment trying to figure out where the hell you could have possibly gone. Suddenly an idea came to him and he hopped on his bike, driving as quickly as he possibly could. Driving the familiar roads towards your childhood home, he passed by the old dilapidated house before rounding the corner to the local playground. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you sitting on the swing sets and took out his phone to text your husband informing him that he had found you and that he would bring you back to the clubhouse. 

Slipping his phone in his pocket, he hopped off his bike and strolled over to the swing set. You wouldn’t meet his gaze, instead looking at the ground and wringing your hands. Tig sighed and sat on the swing next to you, pushing his feet off the ground so that his swing lightly tapped yours in order to get your attention. You finally looked up from the ground and looked your brother in the eyes.

“Are you mad Alex”, you questioned.

“Fucking pissed (Y/N)”, your brother responded while reaching out his hand to grab yours, “Why the hell would you just run off by yourself. For fucks sake you know you have to be extra careful being married to a Son and being a sister of a Son. That’s not even taking into account your health issues. (Y/N), you’re pregnant and have been getting sick so often. What if something happened and you passed out and we hadn’t found you”.

“Well you both would have been better off”, you murmured while pulling your hand from his, wrapping your arms around yourself, and letting the tears escape from your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Your brother quickly shot up from his seat on the swing next to the one you occupied.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean (Y/N)”, he responded heatedly. His entire demeanor quickly changed when he saw the tears falling down your face. He moved his body so he was standing directly in front of you before squatting down on the ground. He grabbed both of your hands from your sides and held them in his own.

“Please don’t cry sweetheart. I was just worried about you that’s all. We all were. Now just tell me what the hell happened that made you leave in the first place”, Tig begged. You looked into your brother’s deep blue eyes that matched your own, not wanting to tell him about the crow eaters from earlier but you knew he would be relentless so you took a deep breath and decided to tell him what went on. As you told him about what the catty women had said, you could see the rage boiling up inside of him. When you finished telling him what happened, you breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have gotten it out but nervous to see what your brother’s reaction would be. He took a deep breath, pulled out his phone from his pocket and sent a quick text. He then stood up off the ground, pulling you up with him, and making you look him dead in the eye while placing a hand on both of your shoulders.

“Listen baby sister”, he reassured you in a calm but but steady voice, “You can’t listen to those bitches. They’re just jealous and pissed off that they’re not getting attention at the moment. All they do is chase kuttes and now there’s two less men giving them attention”.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my brother and you love me but I feel terrible that I’m taking up all of your guy’s time and attention. I feel like a needy bitch”, you whisper woefully.  

“(Y/N) nothing’s further from the truth”, Tig responded, “You’re my baby sister and I love the shit out of you. I would literally do anything for you and I am so beyond excited to have a little niece or nephew to spoil rotten. Plus as much as your husband pisses me off on a regular basis, he loves you like crazy baby girl. You’re giving him a gift by having this baby and he wants to be there for you to help you, the both of us do. Who cares if you’re needy, cause we like being needed by you. We’re going to be here to help you every step of the way because we love you”. You wiped your eyes and smiled at your brother. He was relieved to see a glimmer of happiness return to your face and he pulled you close to him, wrapping you in a tight hug.

“How did you know where I would be”, you questioned, surprised that he was able to find you so quickly. 

“Are you kidding me (Y/N)”, he replied with a laugh while stepping back and running a hand through his thick curls, “I remember when we were 9 years old and you got in a fight with mom because she wanted you to get rid of half of your doll collection. You were so mad that you decided you were going to run away but you only made it as far as this swing set here because you got scared so I came and got you and brought you home. Speaking of, how about we get you back to the clubhouse. Don’t worry about those bitches. It’s being taken care of as we speak”. You raised your eyebrows at him but shook your head, knowing that sometimes it was better not to know. The two of you walked over to his bike. He handed you a helmet, the two of you hopped on, and you drove back to the party.

The two of you walked into the clubhouse and within seconds your husband was at your side. Your brother excused himself to fill in his brothers and Lyla across the room. Kozik looked you over, making sure that you were indeed alright and had not been injured. He grabbed your face between his hands and pulled your lips to his, kissing you roughly and possessively. You leaned into the kiss, relishing the feeling of your husband’s lips against yours. When you broke for air, you both rested your foreheads against one another while catching your breath.

“Never again”, he panted with an authoritative tone to his voice. You nodded your head in agreement, reaching your hand up and stroking his face, a silent apology for the stress you had put him through that evening. Before the two of you could continue your conversation, a commotion drew your attention from across the room. You both looked over where the noise was coming from and saw your tiny spitfire of a best friend storming across the room towards the two crow eaters from earlier. She walked right up to the women and slapped them both across the face. Before they had a chance to retaliate, she grabbed both of their hair by the scalp and pulled them down to her eye level.

“You two bitches made a mistake, a big fucking mistake”, the small woman growled, “You didn’t just mess with the sister of a Samcro member. You didn’t just mess with the wife and Old Lady of a Samcro member. You messed with my best friend, and if you so much as look at her funny ever again, it’ll be the last thing you do in your slutty little lives”. The two women raised their eyebrows and stepped towards her. However they were quickly interrupted when Opie walked up behind Lyla, draping an arm around her shoulder. Tig and Chibs flanked the large man.

“It’s time for you to leave girls”, Chibs told the women. They looked at the men incredulously but before they had a chance to respond, your brother interjected.

“Get the fuck out”, Tig shouted, “You’re not welcome here. Leave and don’t even think about coming back”. Chibs directed two of the prospects to show the women out of the clubhouse and off the property. After the women were shown out, you ran over to your best friend and wrapped your arms around her, thanking her for sticking up for you.

“Not a problem babe”, Lyla replied with a wink, “Besides we all know I’m the toughest one here”. That caused all of the men to laugh as Lyla feigned offense while showing off her muscles. All of a sudden, the laughter was interrupted when your stomach let out a monstrous sound. This caught your husbands attention quickly and he looked at you in concern.

“Let me send one of the prospects to grab you a snack from the kitchen babe”, your husband offered, “I know we’ve got your favorite popsicles int here plus some dried apricots”.

“Well actually”, you replied with a shy smile, “If the prospects wouldn’t mind going a little farther, I’m actually craving a cheeseburger. Do you think one of them would be willing to run to the diner for me”. Everyone in the group, especially your brother and husband, had a look of shock at first but then broke out into huge smiles.

“I’m on it little sis”, your brother responded with a salute while running outside to catch up to one of the prospects to send them out to get you something to eat. You smiled to yourself, placing your hand on your stomach, thrilled that you were starting to feel like a human again. You hoped that now you could begin enjoying your pregnancy and maybe even start planning your baby shower, but that was a thought for another day. 

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Portugal- Places to Visit While You Are There

KNOW MORE ABOUT LISBON, ALGARVE & LAGOS - PORTUGAL

In the northwestern tip of continental Europe, Portugal is an old college region. In the following informative article, we now take a look at Lisbon, Lagos, and the Algarve.

Lisbon

Lisbon may be the largest city in Portugal and is found on the Atlantic coast in the middle of the country. I have been around Lisbon for 3 days, but only for a day or two each moment. Every time that I come away with the impression of sophistication.

Inspired by train, your very first preference of Lisbon will be when you walk out of the rail channel right onto the shore of the harbor. Since you visit the ocean, the title"bay area" immediately springs to mind. Mountains rise up on both sides of the mouth area of the harbor and then there is the bridge. Running across the mouth of the bay can be a bridge that looks for all intensive functions including the Golden Gate Bridge at San Francisco. I've never really had a chance to research it, however, there has to be an associate.

As you head into Lisbon, what's clean and relaxed. You will find walking just roads with cafes and garden areas. Needing to mind San Francisco back, there are cable cars running through the guts of the town. I can not tell you, however, Lisbon can be just a rather low-stress town on both your head and your wallet. Yep, it is cheap and also a superior destination for funding travelers.

Algarve

The Algarve is your northwestern tip of Portugal and borders on either Atlantic and Mediterranean oceans. This is definitely an interpretation in my area because a few believe the region just addresses the beaches to the Mediterranean Ocean. Regardless, the Algarve is still an assortment of beach cities that remind me of Southern California from the 1940s. No, I'm not that outdated. I'm just counting on family members' tales and graphics. Jeez, give me some credit! One of the many highlights of the Algarve is Lagos.

Lagos

I grew up in North Park, California. It is really a remarkable place for always a young child and an adult. The single gripe I have is a lot of individuals appear to feel the same. The people have exploded beyond view, freeways are busy on weekends and housing prices moderate roughly $500,000 to get a deluxe cupboard without a push. It's nice, but I've started to think about shifting. Should I actually do, Lagos can be my vacation spot.

Lagos is just a tired beach group with only about what you could want in paradise. White shores, private beaches, grottos, wine climbing, a playful nightlife, contemporary comforts and just about the best people you have at any time met in life.

You can stay in a hotel while in Lagos, however, this is a mistake in my opinion. As an alternative, head towards the rail station and book a room with a family. Chemicals in towns all over the world achieve so, but Lagos is different. The family you stay with less or more adopts you personally as one of the own. They'll pull you over town, introduce you to other sailors and normally give you a genuine taste of Portugal. For veteran vacationers, almost nothing could possibly be even better.

Rating

For a total evaluation, I offer Portugal and Lagos that the maximum rating of"bar." I loved it much, I wanted to stay and almost bought a bar by blackmailing, bribing and begging that a buddy in California on the phone. Alas, his spouse did not think it had been such a superior idea.

Hey, What about you personally? We might probably still receive a good deal!

No, seriously.

MOST TOP EMERSION IN LISBON PORTUGAL

In the event you really go holiday and also do the standard tourism around the city, then you are going to see lots about Lisbon history, then listen to the interesting narrative of this earthquake at 1755 and start to see that the effects with the disastrous occasions much though lots of amazing and intriguing monuments still continue being. However, also for somebody that has achieved similar holiday with this town along with many others round it such as Porto, Fatima, Faro, and Albufeira, there's just another significant part Lisbon Portugal at which you might also know its own history, present, and past. Why don't we dip into the hot realm of wine along with its particular foundation?

Lisbon Portugal along with its particular wines

About the outskirts of all Lisbon, you can find just four grape developing places. On the west, only a tiny northwest of Estoril could be your place named Carcavelos. The wine, such as lots of different wines from Lisbon, gained its very good standing because of the alliance with the English. It's just a wine using a flavor that is striped using the following flavor of nuts, in fairly to semi-sweet. 

Colares, moving in direction of the northeast, which makes a few of their absolute most unusual perfumes round. The metropolis is situated involving your mountains of Sintra into the west and also west Atlantic shores to the west coast. The number of this grape utilized, a tiny dark blue, has increased from the plantations of the Atlantic Ocean. Since you are able to picture, the procedure is just a rather tough one as the origins need to have been implanted inside the Mesozoic coating of clay. As a result of the mild and thick kind of property, the grape-vines which can be used now endured the plague that struck Europe from 1870. Hence, the wines and plants are only since these were just 100 decades in the past. Notice just how many records you may find! All these perfumes are both half-bodied and then depart from orally with a flavor that is concentrated. 

For an even longer nicer and floral odor, a cleanser and dryer flavor even using a small marked acidity, then proceed to get a Bucelas wine. These wineries are approximately 25 km north of Lisbon, staying expanded over the clay Hill Side and at the earth nearby the shore of this River Trancao. Nearly all those wines have been young folks or spend time but are also remarkably popular along with other countries of their European neighborhood. Thus, it's all up into this traveler to come across that a goos obsolete Bucelas. The one that's spent a couple of a long time in freshwater pine barrels earlier it was brewed, rendering it even have a profitable and additional unique flavor. The elderly kinds are thought to be on the list of most effective white wines in Portugal.

Thanks to Oporto

The Hindu blossoms have been famous due to this oporto wine in Porto, their distinguished ambassador that has been made as 18 30 with all the cooperation of their British. Using a lengthy and intriguing heritage, the Oporto wine has gained its own place one of the other amazing sweet wines such as Sauternes, Tokai along Madeira. It's a fortified wine whose grapes are cultivated from the mountainous and rocky terrain of this substantial Duero. It might be white or red, even though it's the reddish wine that has been awarded celebrity. If a wine has been reportedly fortified, this usually means the pure ingestion of these sugars from the blossoms I have been ceased in a predetermined moment as soon as the accession of Portuguese strawberry liqueur was additional. This inclusion raises alcoholic attention between 1-5 and 24 percent, which makes it a lively and reasonably sweet wine.

Traveling out of Lisbon to Madeira

even when you aren't accustomed to ingesting lots of diverse wines, then you are unable to help but to really have found out of Madeira wine during buddies, in an assembly or over the tv screen. By the sixteenth century, the island of Madeira has been blindsided by sailors which makes their prolonged travels into the newest universe and utilized Madeira because of stopover, to unwind in its own paradisical setting and why not drink its own domestic item. You can find just four different types of wine: Sercial that's the driest, light in color with a mild human body and also drunk using the appetizer. Verdelho is really a moderate dry wine additionally employed for sandwiches or using soups. Malmsey wine would be your most loaded using its plump twang, candy and hence most useful using desserts. And it's Bual having a smokey savor, medium-bodied and marginally sweet therefore that it goes with sandwiches or desserts. Madeira wine is aged in barrels everywhere from a few to four 3 years, therefore, they are sometimes categorized to labels too antique. Antique blossoms are simply produced by the many select blossoms and thus the current weather also has a vital part in just about every many year's calibers.

And right after done your wine course, traveling down into the absolute most southern place into Faro or even Albufeira to absorb several beams putting to the terraces of the most useful hotels whilst the elements are normally quite agreeable a lot of months of this year. Or see the neighboring city of Tavira, certainly one among the earliest & most enchanting spots from the Algarve location, only a stone throw off from Lisbon, Portugal.

BEST BEACHES FO PORTUGAL

I acknowledge it I'm ashore enthusiast. I really like travel to shores all around the entire world due to the fact, if you ask me personally, every shore has a unique persona, nonetheless, have the exact identical caliber that I like -- that the capability to exude immediate serene. That is correct, although people rugged, rugged shores with all the waves that are hard on the stones could instill immediate tranquil.

Someone asked me another day when I needed to select only 1 shore to go to, that you is it? Even the Algarve in Portugal appeared in my mind. Ok, it truly is perhaps not a single shore, it truly is a location (the southern part of Portugal to be accurate ), however, the Algarve is therefore varied, but it offers whatever shore will match my disposition.

Very first, Tiny heaven. Going west, the western suggestion of this Algarve may be that the ending of continental Europe. The truth is that in early situations the location has been believed to become the advantage of earth. Thus, as soon as you are setting up sunlight in the shores of this Algarve, it truly is interesting to merely imagine your self in the border of earth.

You will find around 100 kilometers of beaches at the Algarve! Thus, whichever form of all beachgoing experience-you would like is certainly found. Starting about the west shore there really are the windward shores with big plantations. This equates to unbelievable browsing. In the event, you want cove-type shores which tend to be more scenic, try out the southern shore.

Among my own favorite beaches at The Algarve lies south of Lagos in the western shore - Dona Ana, and it really is a bunch of coves. Dona Ana is still only an ideal spot to receive lost from the great thing about the Algarve. I could only sit and await hrs. And, when I am throughout sitting down, it really is interesting to research the various caves and grottos which energies this location.

In case you are contemplating an excursion to unwind, then '' I recommend The Algarve, Portugal. Your spirit will undoubtedly be happy you made the excursion.

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Arplis - News: My 22 Goals for 2019

Goal #1 — Spend More Time Doing What I Love Just look at that forecast! Fall has finally arrived and before you know it I’ll be wearing my beloved puffy coat and snow will be on the way! I couldn’t be more excited. And those nighttime temps! I’ll need to bring Miss Lemon in. Goal #2 — Garden, Garden, Garden The HH broke out Manny yesterday after he dug up a beautiful 18″ planting space for my baby gem boxwoods and muscari border. We added a few bags of compost to the spot to help the plants get established. We will probably need to expand the planting space in a few years once the boxwoods get a little bigger, for now, scale wise, everything looks as it should. I’ll do a proper post later in the week and show you the new boxwood border. If you haven’t ordered your spring bulbs yet, I ordered 400 tulip bulbs and 500 muscari bulbs from Van Engelen Wholesale Bulb Company and the bulbs were fantastic. The bulbs arrived in about a week and were packaged very well. I highly recommend them. Goal #3 — Plant an Orchard {Calling it Quits on this one.} Lemon is about ready to have babies!!! Two of the Meyer lemons have gone from a dark green to a pale lime green color over the past few weeks and I don’t know for sure, but I think we have another week or two to go until it’s time to harvest our first two Meyer lemons of the year. HOW EXCITING! It will have to be a home birth though {as opposed to an outdoor one} because temps are dropping below 50 tonight {and for 6 of the 7 days in the upcoming forecast} and the lady at the nursery told me when outdoor overnight temps are consistently below 50 degrees at night, that’s when you know it’s time to bring your citrus trees in for the winter. Luckily we have the perfect sunny indoor spot plants, so all is well. Goal #4 — Gussy Up the Potting Shed Done! Goal #5 — Grow Enough Extra Vegetables, Eggs and Flowers to Earn $1500 at my little roadside vegetable stand. It was totally my intention to grow a ton of fruits and vegetables to sell at the farm-stand when I made my list of goals for 2019 last winter, but then we moved. So, that whole goal was sort of a bust. The new peeps wanted the vegetable stand, and we were happy to leave it for them since it was made specifically to match the front of the house, so hopefully the tradition will continue. Goal #6 — Finish Every Single Unfinished Rug Hooking Project in My Pattern Bin + 10 Things from back Issues of Magazines/Books I’ve Been Meaning to Make.  I was able to hook 3 small pieces last week {2 from my pattern stash} and once I get the backing on the make dos and finish the back of the rug I’ll add them to my Etsy shop {hopefully in the next two days}. 73 rugs in my pattern bin {now down to 32} 183 hooked flowers {finished 133, now down to 51} 10 “things” from back issues of magazines {finished 0} Goal #7 — Create 12 New Rug Hooking Patterns {with at least half of them being large ones} DONE! So far this year I’ve added 12 new rug hooking patterns and 13 beginner rug hooking kits to my Etsy shop. New rug hooking patterns I’ve created and added to My Etsy Shop this year: Tullia and Thomas Turkey Double Nantucket Whale Runner Miss Henny and Penny Miss Penny Simple Kitty Primitive Flowers 2 Fat Cats Annabell’s Big Day Old Fashioned Double Tulip Fat Brown Hen Busy Little Bee Queen Bee Rug Hooking Kits Busy Little Bee {in 2 different colors} Folk Art Heart Small Nantucket Whale Primitive Crow Miss Robin {in 2 different colors} Simple Kitty Primitive Flowers Sunflowers A Basket of Spring Posies Fat Brown Hen Chicky’s Garden Goal #8 — Split and Stack 2 Cords of Wood for Next Winter  All that firewood! We sold it. 😉 Goal #9 — Do Something with the 5,002 Photos on My Phone Current number of photos on phone is 11 million. Goal #10 –Lose the Muffin Top Actually doing well on this goal and fully expect to fit into my pants by the end of the year. Apparently living in the city and walking for pastries is an excellent workout regimen. Who knew? Goal #11 — Run, Walk or Crawl a 5k, 10k, Half Marathon and Marathon I have signed up for both a half marathon and a 5k! 🙂 Looks like this baby will be checked off around Thanksgiving. Goal #12 — Read or Listen to 26 New Books {17 down, 8 to go} This past week I listened to I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron. It was okay. The first half was basically a {funny} list of complaints, but the second half was much better in my opinion. The audio version was short {around 3 hours I think} and so it passed the time as I painted a closet. If it was in paper form would I sit down and read it all the way through? Probably not. I did enjoy her book, I Remember Nothing much, much more. Currently on Request: Mr. Churchill’s Secretary by Susan Elia MacNeal The War That Saved My Life by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley Books I’ve Read or Listened to So Far This Year: Marilla of Green Gables #1 Still my favorite The Great Alone #2 The Aviator’s Wife #3 Before We Were Yours #4 Secrets of a Charmed Life #5 Where’d You Go, Bernadette #6 Carnegie’s Maid #7 The Gown #8 Unbroken #9 The Alice Network #10 The Shape of Mercy #11 Will’s Red Coat #12 Big Little Lies #13 I Feel Bad About My Neck Bunny Mellon  {Doesn’t count because it was my second time} On Writing {Doesn’t count because it was my third time} Walden Finder’s Keepers Delicious! Following Atticus Goal #13 — Try 52 New Recipes. 24 down, 30 recipes to go. OCTOBER. October is going to be my month for cooking! Goal #14 — Clean Up 52 Old Recipes on the Blog 9 down, 44 to go. I’ll get crackin’ once fall {and cooler temps} come around. Goal #15 — Fill 100 Canning Jars 48 down, 52 to go. Anyone ever canned quince jam before? Using quince from an ornamental bush rather than a tree? Gaaaa. These suckers are ROCK hard and tiny {1″ – 2″} and I’m not even sure I’d have enough to make the effort worthwhile. {I’d need about 2 pounds of quince for a batch of jam}. I mean I like jam and all, but I’m not sure I want to go through all the trouble. Any advice would be AWESOME. So far this year I’ve I canned: 7 jars Peach Jam 7 jars of Strawberry Jam 15 jars of Carrot Cake Jam 15 jars of Spiced Pear Jam  4 jars of Almond Pears. Goal #16 — Finish Furnishing Our House A couch and two chairs have been ordered! Once we get those in place I’ll order a rug {I’m not 100% sure on the size we need yet} and then I’ll paint the walls and create some artwork to hang up and we’ll be good to go. I am SO looking forward to getting the family room all done up in a beachy, nautical theme. Classic New England, that’s what I’ll be going for. Weeeeee. Goal #17 – 52 Dates with the HH {29 down, 23 to go} Bakery dates are the best! Goal #18 — Take One Adult Education Class Done {I’ve taken 3!} I’m keeping the first class I took with my neighbor top secret for now {Mel know’s what it is though} 😉 Spoon Carving Class with Heather. Mini pottery lesson {I loved it! and now I want to sign up for a full class} Goal #19 — Secret {for now} Holiday Project The big reveal will be on Friday, November 1st. Goal #20 — Create 12 Wowie Zowie Party Platters 5 down, 7 to go. Cooler temps mean CHEESE. Right? 😉 I’m looking forward to making up another platter this week. Goal #21 — Visit 12 General Stores 8 down 4 to go. So far this year we’ve visited: Chase’s Daily {I think it should count} Squam Lake Marketplace Harrisville General Store Dodge’s Store in New Boston, New Hampshire Zeb’s General Store in North Conway, New Hampshire Dan and Whit’s in Norwich, Vermont Hussey’s General Store in Windsor, Maine Goal #22 — Compete with Carole….. Get on My Front Door Game On While I currently have a bundle of Indian corn hanging on the front door, once we get closer to Halloween I’ll hang Mrs. HB’s beautiful wreath she made me up on the door. Have you ever seen the movie You’ve Got Mail? You know the part where Meg Ryan is walking through the downtown area in the fall with her pumpkin and just soaking up the city? Well that’s how I feel right now. I still cannot believe we bought a home in a walking downtown area. I’ve think we’ve met at lest 75% of our immediate neighbors already. The house is much smaller than we’re used to, the lot is small too, but I can walk to the bakery, to the farmer’s market to buy a pumpkin and get an entire garden section planted in a day. And you know what… I kind of like it. I don’t even mind all the people walking their dogs past my door {probably because there is no HOA}. Man oh man, what a difference that makes. Change is good. Front Door Bling I’ve Made So Far This Year to Compete with Carole: Late January : Valentine Heart Late February : Shamrock Late March : Giant Carrot May: White wave petunia hanging basket June/July: Tin Star and Flag Bunting August : Sunflower September: Indian corn and pumpkins ************** How about YOU? What are your goals for 2019? If you told us about them HERE, check in! We want to know how you are doing. Because seriously, it’s so much easier to get those goals checked off your list when you have people rooting for you! 🙂 Have a great day everyone, Mavis You can read more about my 22 goals for 2019 HERE. Have a Great Day! The post – Week 39 of 52 appeared first on One Hundred Dollars a Month. This content was original published at One Hundred Dollars a Month and is copyrighted material. If you are reading this on another website it is being published without consent.          Comments Mavis Congrats on the move! 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