#maybe they travel together the whole time

[adverbally]

(You Made Me Feel) Shiny and New

Written for the @steddiemicrofic January prompt “new” | wc: 517 | rated: E | cw: explicit sexual content | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female Steve Harrington, female Eddie Munson, bisexual Steve Harrington, getting together/first time, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering

I started and scrapped something like 5 different stories for this prompt, but I kept coming back to sapphic Steddie. I’m not sorry, just wish I could’ve decided that weeks ago. Deadline, what deadline?

———

It shouldn’t feel so new, Stevie thinks. Eddie is sliding Stevie’s panties down her legs and crawling between her thighs, and this isn’t the first time someone’s gone down on her but she feels like it.

Physically, the sensations are pretty similar to what she’s experienced before. The hands spreading Stevie’s legs are rough, if small. The lips trailing kisses across her skin are still slightly chapped as they travel down her neck, over her breasts, along the curves of her belly and hips. Eddie’s breath is still hot against her inner thighs, making her ache for more.

Every inch of her is abuzz with anticipation. The guys she had been with treated this as a chore, perfunctory foreplay as a prelude to fucking. But here is Eddie with her kiss-swollen lips and her electric touch and her intense gaze, looking like there’s nowhere she’d rather be than buried face-first in Stevie’s pussy.

Eddie drags her tongue through her folds like she’s relishing the way Stevie tastes. Stevie can feel the vibrations when Eddie hums contentedly and goes in for another lick, then another, again and again at the same slow pace until Stevie’s hips are twitching for more.

“Should’ve let you sit on my face, huh?” Eddie teases. She grins and braces a forearm across Stevie’s pelvis to hold her down. “Let you take what you wanted from me.”

The sound Stevie makes in response is ugly, punched out of her by the dueling pressures of Eddie’s arm against her pubic bone and her tongue dipping into her opening. She grips Eddie’s sheets so hard that Stevie worries her nails will rip right through them.

Eddie’s next pass delves deeper, close enough that her nose nudges Stevie’s clit. Another new move that steals the breath from her lungs.

“Aww, sweetheart. If you needed me inside you, you just had to ask.”

A finger slips in alongside Eddie’s tongue. It’s slow enough that Stevie feels every bit of the stretch as Eddie makes a space for herself within Stevie’s body. With each thrust, her hips flex against Eddie’s hold, already fighting for more. Stevie has to close her eyes against the sensory overload that surges through her.

“Oh my god,” she whines.

“Shh, I’ve got you.”

Even with her eyes scrunched shut, Stevie can sense Eddie’s gaze. Big eyes, dark with desire, peeking up from between her legs to see the way Stevie’s face twists in pleasure; maybe watching her own fingers— two now, so good but not enough— open Stevie up until she’s dripping.

Fuck, she’s close. She just needs a little more, faster, harder, anything, to push her over the edge.

“Eddie,” she begs.

Without missing a beat, Eddie seals her mouth around Stevie’s clit and sucks.

Stevie is dimly aware of her fingers tangling in Eddie’s unruly curls, her thighs squeezing around Eddie’s head, her whole body shaking as she comes harder than ever before.

Eddie gentles her movements but doesn’t stop fucking Stevie, drawing out the aftershocks until tears sting Stevie’s eyes. Then she asks, “Can you go again?”

Definitely a new experience.

[cozmowrites]

Trapped: Among Us

The silence was suffocating despite the vast expanse of space surrounding the ship. It was surreal, being stuck in a game of Among Us, your bodies unexplainably transformed into the very roles you'd chosen on your screens minutes ago. It wasn't a game anymore. The stakes were real.

The only way to travel back to the real life was to beat the game. And though everyone looked like themselves, they were now all in vibrant space suits to match their assigned colors they picked.

Bakugou, dressed in bright orange, was pacing furiously in the cafeteria. His arms were crossed, and his fiery scowl was even more intimidating under the fluorescent lights.

"What the hell is this?!" he growled, slamming a fist against the table. "We're not some damn cartoon astronauts!"

"Calm down, dude," Kirishima, the red character, said, trying to diffuse the tension. "We'll figure out how to get out of here. Maybe if we finish our tasks?"

You, the white character, stayed quiet, suppressing a wave of guilt. You were one of the imposters, you didn't know who the other imposter was. You didn't sign up for this either, but now, standing among your classmates, you were forced to play the role of a saboteur.

"Tasks? That's what you're worried about?" Bakugou scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Someone here is trying to kill us! I'm not trusting anyone."

"Not everyone's out to get us," Ochako, the rose-colored crewmate, said nervously. "We just need to stick together."

"I agree with Bakugou," Midoriya chimed in, his green suit matching the determined look in his eyes. "We need to be cautious. If someone's acting suspicious, we can't ignore it."

You flinched as their words pierced through you. Were you already acting suspicious? You'd managed to sabotage O2 earlier, but no one had suspected you yet. And the one person who seemed ready to tear everyone apart, Bakugou, was ironically the one who might protect you the most.

+++

The first meeting ended without accusations, but tension hung heavy in the air as everyone split up. Bakugou stalked past you as he headed toward Electrical, grumbling under his breath. You hesitated. This could be your chance to get rid of him, but the thought made your chest tighten. You didn't want to get rid of him.

Instead, you diverted toward MedBay, pretending to do a task. Jiro, the purple crewmate, entered soon after, shooting you a curious glance. You kept your head down, fiddling with the wires on the wall even though they weren't part of your fake task.

"You're awfully quiet," she noted.

"Just focused," you replied, forcing a small smile.

She didn't look convinced, but before she could press further, the ship's lights flickered. The emergency alarms wailed, signaling another sabotage. You felt your heart pound as everyone rushed to fix the issue.

+++

Later, during a meeting, the suspicion began to mount. Sero, in his brown suit, had been the first to notice Iida's blue body floating near Reactor.

"I didn't see anyone near there," he said, crossing his arms. "But someone had to do it. We can't just ignore this!"

"Where was everyone?" Todoroki asked calmly, his cyan visor glinting in the light.

You felt all eyes turn to you when Jiro piped up. "White was in MedBay. Alone."

"She's not the only one alone," Bakugou snapped, standing up abruptly. "What the hell are you saying, Ears? You think she did it?"

Jiro raised an eyebrow, undeterred by his tone. "I didn't say that. I'm just pointing it out."

"She was in MedBay the whole damn time! I passed her earlier, and she didn't even go near Reactor," Bakugou snarled.

You blinked in shock, your heart skipping a beat. Why was he defending you so adamantly? He didn't even know you were the imposter.

"Woah, woah," Kaminari, the yellow crewmate, interjected, raising his hands. "No one's blaming anyone yet! Let's chill out."

Bakugou clicked his tongue in frustration but didn't argue further. The group decided to skip voting for the round, though paranoia lingered as everyone went their separate ways again.

+++

You couldn't shake the weight of Bakugou's actions as you wandered the halls. He was relentless and harsh to everyone, yet he'd jumped to your defense without hesitation. You didn't deserve it, not when you were actively sabotaging the mission.

Before you could lose yourself in thought, you felt a firm hand grip your arm. You spun around to see Bakugou glaring down at you.

"You've been quiet this whole time," he said, his voice low and serious. "What's your deal?"

"I-I'm just trying to stay out of trouble," you stammered, your guilt bubbling up.

"Bullshit." He narrowed his eyes. "You're hiding something."

Your breath caught in your throat. Did he know? Was he about to call you out?

But instead of accusing you, his gaze softened ever so slightly. "Look, I don't trust anyone on this damn ship. But you... you're not a killer. You're too much of a coward to pull something like this."

The comment stung, but there was a strange warmth in his tone. It wasn't an insult-it was his version of reassurance.

"You're wrong," you muttered, your fists clenching. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

"Then prove me wrong," he challenged, his lips curving into a smirk. "Until then, I'll watch your back."

Your heart fluttered, conflicting emotions swirling inside you. You didn't deserve his trust, yet you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

+++

The game continued on, with the crewmates growing more suspicious of one another. Another body was discovered-Ashido, the pink crewmate, this time. You had managed to avoid direct confrontation, but the pressure was mounting.

In an emergency meeting called by Todoroki, Bakugou once again stepped in to defend you when Todoroki raised an eyebrow at your lack of alibis.

"You guys are idiots if you think she's the killer," Bakugou growled. "She's been running around like a headless damn chicken. That's not what an imposter does."

"Maybe she's playing dumb," Todoroki said calmly.

"Or maybe you're just jealous 'cause no one's on your side, Icy Hot!" Bakugou barked, slamming the table.

"Bakugou," you said quietly, cutting through the tension. Everyone turned to you as you took a deep breath. "You don't have to keep defending me."

He frowned, his sharp red eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean it," you said, forcing yourself to look at him. "I don't need you to put yourself on the line for me."

"You think I'm doing this for you?" he snapped. "I'm doing it 'cause I know I'm right. So shut up and let me handle this."

Despite his harsh tone, there was a hint of something deeper in his words. Something that made your heart ache.

You wanted to tell him the truth, to admit your role in this twisted game, but the thought of losing the small connection you'd built with him was unbearable.

For now, you'd carry the guilt, hoping that when this nightmare ended, you could find a way to make things right.

Bakugou's words lingered in your mind long after the meeting adjourned. He had defended you yet again, standing firm despite the mounting suspicion around you. And you? You were starting to feel like a coward for not coming clean. The guilt twisted in your chest, a gnawing reminder that you were betraying everyone's trust-especially his.

+++

The ship's corridors were eerily silent as you wandered toward Admin. The soft hum of machinery was the only sound accompanying you. You pretended to swipe your card at the terminal, though the task was as fake as the role you were playing. In truth, you didn't know why you had come here. Was it just to be alone? Or was it to avoid having to make another kill?

You didn't have long to ponder. The sound of heavy boots echoed behind you, and you turned to see Bakugou striding toward you, his orange visor slightly fogged from exertion. He opened the visor and you finally saw his red eyes boring into you. It made your breath hitch.

"Oi, what are you doing here?" he demanded, his tone sharp but not unkind.

You gestured vaguely toward the terminal. "Doing my tasks."

"Bullshit. You're just hiding," he accused, crossing his arms.

Your lips tightened, and for a moment, you considered snapping back. But the exhaustion in his eyes stopped you. He wasn't here to berate you-he was here because he cared.

"What do you want, Bakugou?" you asked, your voice softer than you intended.

He stared at you for a moment, his crimson eyes narrowing. "I don't get you," he finally said. "Everyone else is losing their damn minds, but you're just... standing around, like none of this matters."

"It matters," you said quickly, guilt bubbling to the surface. "I just... don't know what to do."

"You survive," he said firmly. "You keep your head on straight and stop acting like some scared little kid. You're better than that."

His words hit you harder than they should have. You felt the sting of tears welling in your eyes, and you quickly looked away, ashamed. "You don't know that."

"Yeah, I do," he said, his voice unexpectedly gentle. "I've been watching you this whole time. You're not like the rest of these idiots."

Your breath hitched at his admission. He had been watching you? Defending you, even when it made him a target? Why?

"Why do you care so much?" you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Bakugou stiffened, his gaze narrowing. For a moment, you thought he might snap at you, but instead, he leaned closer, his voice low and serious. "Because you're not a killer. And if you are..." He paused, his jaw tightening. "Then prove me wrong. But until you do, I'm not letting anyone touch you."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. He believed in you-despite everything. And you? You were lying to him, betraying the one person who had your back.

+++

Later that day, the tension on the ship reached its boiling point. Another body had been found-Sero, this time-and the crewmates were growing more paranoid by the second. The emergency meeting was a cacophony of accusations and defensive shouts.

"It has to be someone who's been quiet," Midoriya said, his green suit stained with oil from a recent repair. "We can't ignore the pattern."

"All you nerds have been suspicious," Bakugou shot back, his temper flaring. "Especially you, Deku. Who's to say you're not the one behind this?"

"I've been doing my tasks!" Midoriya protested, his voice rising. "And I saw Todoroki in Reactor earlier. He could've had a chance-"

"You're pointing fingers at everyone except yourself, huh?" Bakugou interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Enough!" Iida's booming voice echoed across the cafeteria, cutting through the chaos. "We can't keep fighting like this. We need to make a decision."

But no one could agree. Once again, the group voted to skip, their collective fear outweighing their suspicion.

As everyone dispersed, you felt a hand grab your wrist. You turned to see Bakugou glaring at you.

"We need to talk," he said curtly, pulling you aside.

+++

He led you to a secluded corner of the ship, away from prying eyes. His grip on your wrist was firm but not painful, and when he finally let go, he turned to face you with an intensity that made your stomach churn.

"Tell me the truth," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What are you hiding?"

Your heart raced as you stared at him, torn between wanting to confess and the fear of what might happen if you did. "I-I'm not hiding anything," you lied, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't give me that crap," he snapped, taking a step closer. "I've seen the way you've been acting. You're jumpy, nervous. You're not fooling anyone."

Your chest tightened, and for a moment, you thought about running. But there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.

"Bakugou..." you began, your voice trembling. "I-"

Before you could say anything more, the lights flickered, plunging the ship into darkness. The emergency alarms wailed, signaling yet another sabotage.

"Shit!" Bakugou growled, instinctively grabbing your hand. "Come on!"

He pulled you along the darkened corridors, his grip on your hand tight and unwavering. Despite the chaos around you, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in his presence. He was brash and relentless, but he was also fiercely protective-something you didn't realize you needed until now.

When the two of you reached Electrical, the alarms finally stopped as someone fixed the sabotage. The lights flickered back on, and Bakugou let out a frustrated sigh.

"Damn it, this is getting out of hand," he muttered, running a hand through his spiky hair.

You stood there in silence, guilt gnawing at you. You couldn't keep this up. Not when he was putting himself on the line for you.

"Bakugou," you said quietly, your voice barely audible.

He turned to you, his expression softening ever so slightly. "What?"

You took a deep breath, your hands trembling. "I need to tell you something."

His eyes narrowed, but he didn't interrupt. He just waited, his gaze fixed on you.

"I'm..." You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. "I'm not who you think I am."

"What the hell does that mean?" he asked, his tone laced with confusion.

"I'm..." You closed your eyes, steeling yourself. "I'm one of the imposters."

The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, afraid of the anger-or worse, the betrayal-you knew you'd see in his eyes.

But when he finally spoke, his voice was calm. Too calm. "You're kidding, right?"

You shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I'm sorry," you whispered. "I didn't want this. I didn't ask for this."

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to your surprise, he let out a bitter laugh. "Of course. Of course it's you."

"Bakugou, I-"

"Save it," he snapped, his voice sharp. "I should've known. You're too damn sneaky for your own good."

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone," you said desperately. "I just... I didn't have a choice."

"There's always a choice," he shot back, his crimson eyes blazing. "You think this excuses anything?"

"No," you admitted, your voice breaking. "But I couldn't... I couldn't hurt you."

That seemed to catch him off guard. He blinked, his anger faltering for just a moment. "What the hell are you saying?"

"I didn't kill anyone," you said, tears streaming down your face. "Not because I couldn't-but because I couldn't do that to you." All this time, your partner has been sabotaging and killing. You haven't killed a single soul.

He stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving you alone in the dimly lit corridor.

For the first time, you felt truly alone.

You stayed frozen in the dimly lit corridor, your heart sinking as Bakugou's retreating footsteps echoed through the ship. The weight of your confession bore down on you, suffocating and cruel. You had thought that telling him the truth would bring some kind of relief, but now you were left with a hollowness that gnawed at your insides.

Would he tell the others? Would he vote you out during the next meeting? Or worse-had you destroyed the fragile bond between you two forever?

The alarms blared again, pulling you out of your thoughts. Another sabotage. The ship's Reactor was malfunctioning, the countdown already ticking down to zero. Your instincts kicked in, and you ran toward the Reactor, hoping you weren't too late.

+++

You arrived just as Kaminari and Jiro were frantically pressing buttons on the control panels. The two of them looked up at you, their expressions tense.

"Help us out!" Kaminari shouted, gesturing to the panel on the other side of the room.

You hesitated for a split second, then rushed over, mimicking their actions as if you were contributing. The countdown stopped with only a few seconds to spare, and a wave of relief washed over the room.

"Close one," Jiro muttered, wiping imaginary sweat from her forehead after lifting up her visor.

"Yeah, no thanks to some people," Kaminari grumbled, shooting you a suspicious glance.

You avoided his gaze, pretending to be engrossed in the panel. It was only a matter of time before the others started piecing things together. You couldn't keep up this act forever.

+++

As everyone regrouped in the cafeteria, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Todoroki, ever calm and calculating, took the lead in addressing the group.

"This can't keep going," he said, his icy voice cutting through the room. "We've lost three people already. We need to start making decisions."

"I'm telling you, it's gotta be someone quiet," Midoriya said, his green suit still scuffed from his tasks. "Someone who's staying under the radar."

"Then why the hell are you still alive?" Bakugou growled, slamming his fist onto the table. His sudden outburst made everyone flinch. "You've been running your damn mouth since this started, but you're not dead yet. Seems suspicious to me."

"I've been doing my tasks!" Midoriya snapped back, his usual nervousness replaced by frustration. "What about you, Kacchan? You're always defending White. What if you're working together?"

You stiffened, your eyes darting to Bakugou. He met Midoriya's gaze with a venomous glare. "Say that again, Deku. I dare you."

"Guys, stop!" Ochako pleaded, her rose-colored suit contrasting with her worried expression. "We're just tearing each other apart. We need evidence."

The argument escalated, voices overlapping in a chaotic mess. You stayed quiet, avoiding Bakugou's eyes as you wrestled with your own guilt.

"Enough!" Iida's commanding voice finally silenced the group. "Let's vote and move on."

No one reached a consensus. Once again, the votes were skipped, leaving everyone to scatter back into the ship's halls, paranoia mounting.

+++

The next few hours were a blur of tense encounters and mounting suspicion. You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as though Bakugou's crimson gaze was boring into your back even when he wasn't there. You avoided him as best you could, terrified of what he might say-or do-if you crossed paths again.

But fate had other plans.

You were in Storage, pretending to organize fuel canisters, when you heard footsteps approaching. Your pulse quickened, and you glanced over your shoulder to see Bakugou standing in the doorway, his orange suit practically glowing under the fluorescent lights.

"Still playing crewmate?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You sighed, setting down the canister. "What do you want, Bakugou?"

He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "You think I'm just gonna let this slide? You lied to me. To everyone."

"I didn't have a choice!" you snapped, your voice trembling. "I didn't ask for this. I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Then don't," he said simply, crossing his arms. "But if you think I'm gonna sit back and watch you screw this up, you're dead wrong."

You blinked, taken aback. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm not letting you lose," he said firmly. "If you're gonna play this stupid game, you better win."

You stared at him, your heart pounding. "You... you're not going to tell them?"

"Tch. What's the point? They're all idiots anyway," he muttered, looking away. "Besides, if you're the imposter, that means I'm your only damn ally."

His words left you speechless. After everything, he was still on your side. You didn't deserve his loyalty, but you couldn't deny the relief that flooded through you.

"Why?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you helping me?"

He hesitated, his jaw clenching. "Because... I trust you, okay? Don't make me regret it."

Your chest tightened, a mix of guilt and gratitude overwhelming you. "I won't," you promised, though you weren't sure if you believed it yourself.

+++

The next sabotage was a blur of chaos and adrenaline. The lights went out, plunging the ship into darkness once again. You stuck close to Bakugou as the two of you made your way to Electrical, your footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence.

When the lights flickered back on, a scream pierced the air. You and Bakugou ran toward the source, arriving in the cafeteria just in time to see Kaminari standing over Ochako's lifeless body.

"I-I just found her like this!" he stammered, his yellow visor fogging up from his panicked breaths. "I swear, I didn't do it!"

The others quickly gathered, their faces pale and tense. Todoroki eyed Kaminari suspiciously, his calm demeanor unnerving.

"You're the only one here," Todoroki pointed out. "How do we know it wasn't you?"

"I didn't do it!" Kaminari insisted, his voice cracking. "Someone must've vented!"

"Or you're just a bad liar," Bakugou muttered, glaring at him.

The emergency meeting that followed was the most heated yet. Accusations flew across the room, with Kaminari at the center of it all. You stayed quiet, letting the chaos unfold around you.

In the end, Kaminari was voted out, his protests falling on deaf ears. The room grew tense as his body vanished, replaced by the cold, hollow words: Kaminari was not an imposter.

The crewmates' morale plummeted, their paranoia reaching new heights. You caught Bakugou's gaze across the room, his expression unreadable. He gave a small nod, and you knew what it meant: Keep going.

+++

The final moments of the game were a blur. With only a handful of crewmates left, the pressure to act grew unbearable. You managed to sabotage Reactor again, splitting the group and creating the perfect opportunity to strike.

When the meeting was called, Todoroki was gone, leaving only you, Bakugou, Midoriya, and Jiro. The tension was palpable as everyone stared each other down.

"It has to be White," Midoriya said, his green eyes narrowing. "She's the only one who hasn't been cleared."

"Or maybe it's you, nerd," Bakugou shot back, stepping in front of you. "You've been pointing fingers since this started."

"I've been trying to help!" Midoriya protested, his voice rising. "You're the one defending her. Maybe you're both imposters!"

"Enough!" Jiro snapped, her purple visor glinting. "Let's just vote."

Your heart raced as the votes were cast. You knew what you had to do. With a heavy heart, you cast your vote for Midoriya, sealing his fate.

The words appeared on the screen: Midoriya was not an imposter.

Silence fell over the room as realization dawned. You were the last imposter-and you had won.

+++

As the victory screen flashed, you turned to Bakugou, expecting anger or betrayal. But instead, he smirked, his crimson eyes gleaming with something that looked almost like pride.

"Told you," he said, his voice low. "If you're gonna play, you better win."

For the first time since this nightmare began, you allowed yourself to smile. It wasn't the ending you had hoped for, but it was an ending nonetheless. And maybe, just maybe, Bakugou's faith in you wasn't misplaced after all.

And suddenly, you felt a tingle as both you and Bakugou glitched and disappeared from the game. Everyone was back in the common room, sitting, alive, unscathed.

You bursted into tears, apologizing to every single one of them and Bakugou watched silently.

[innorris]

Crossed Destinies – Part 2 🧡

Y/N hadn’t expected to hear from Lando again. After all, he was a busy guy, constantly traveling from one country to another. Their conversation in Monaco had been unexpected, easy, and fun, but Y/N assumed it was just a fleeting moment—one of those chance encounters that leave a warm memory but nothing more.

That’s why she was surprised when, a week later, a message popped up on their phone.

Lando: Monaco was fun, but I think I prefer talking to you without all the noise. How about a rematch?

Y/N stared at the message, a small smile creeping onto her lips. She hesitated for a second before typing back.

Y/N: A rematch? Were we competing?

Lando: Everything in life is a competition. And right now, I’m losing because I haven’t seen you again.

A few days later, they met in London. No fancy event, no crowd—just the two of them at a quiet café tucked away in a hidden corner of the city. Lando was more relaxed than Y/N had expected. Without the cameras and the spotlight, he was just a guy who loved to joke around, tell stories, and listen just as much as he talked.

They spent the entire afternoon together, walking along the river, teasing each other, sharing little pieces of their lives. Y/N realized that Lando wasn’t just charming—he was genuine. There was something about the way he paid attention, how he asked questions that actually mattered, how he made her laugh so easily.

As the evening cooled, they sat on a bench overlooking the Thames, the city lights reflecting on the water. Lando leaned back, hands in his pockets, then turned to Y/N with a thoughtful expression.

“You know, I’m usually the one being chased,” he said, smirking. “It’s kind of nice meeting someone who doesn’t care about the whole racing thing.”

Y/N chuckled. “Maybe I should start pretending I’m impressed. Might boost your ego a little.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I like this better. You make me feel… normal.”

A comfortable silence settled between them before Lando glanced at Y/N again, this time a little more serious.

“So, do I get a third round of this… non-competition?”

Y/N pretended to think for a moment, then smiled. “Depends. Are you willing to lose again?”

Lando grinned, leaning in just slightly. “With you? I wouldn’t mind.”

And just like that, what had started as a chance encounter in Monaco was turning into something neither of them had expected—but neither of them wanted to let go.

Part 3 published!!

[luckymousey]

Thought about Ace's dream (parts 245-248) (mostly things I liked)

THEY FINALLY UPLOADED ACE’S DREAM BABYYYYYYYYYY

First of all, to be honest, when I first saw the snap in Tumblr I thought: wait, didn’t the Stitch event end already?🤨 and then I realized it was his dream.

Let’s start!

⚠️ English is not my first language, and there are spoilers⚠️

There might be some spelling mistakes

Cater filming everything with his phone through the whole ride, I just love how he’s still himself (Honestly, I feel that not a single student of Heartslabyul would feel dizzy because of the traveling, yk, they’re based off Alice in Wonderland, and Alice fell through a hole, I’m sure they would feel dizzy by others things, not something that’s similar to a roller coaster ride) and then he says: ah, but Grimmy was shouting too loudly and the wind is annoying, I need to put music to hide it 😔

I also love the fact that he takes photos of everyhting even knowing that the photos aren’t in his real phone (I hope they find a way to recover the photos for Cater)

When Sebek asked if Ace is from Sunset Savanna I was like: wait, weren’t they friends? How could he not know? And then I realized i had been looking at too many fanarts of the first year gang *slaps forehead*

Honestly, I’m impressed by how much knowledge this guys have, when Deuce said that Ace lived near the capital of the Kingdom of Roses, Leona started talking about how it was not possible for them to have an ocean near (maybe I’m too dumb to know things like these, maybe not)

Grim getting disappointed that it was a dream, he really wanted to have holidays the 365 days of the year 😂 (my baby son is so cute)

Cater saying that he knew skateboarding and surfing, I don’t know, I just LOVED that fact, even more, I’ve a headcanon of the TWST actor AU I wrote some time ago that says that both Leona and Cater use their brooms like surfboards while filming because they go surfing together during summer.

I love that we got to know more about Cater

Idia’s comment right after Cater explained why he liked those hobbies, he’s like a narrator inside the book, but instead of talking to the public, he talks to himself

AND RIGHT AFTER THAT HIS OWN BROTHER SNITCHES ON HIM, HAHAHA, I just couldn’t stop myself from laughing when he said Idia also made himself a small boat (the video I saw was in Spanish and it said “barca”, which means boat in English, I’m not sure if the game referred it as a literal boat tho)

And Idia’s wish? Riding a shopping cart through a home goods store? I also wish for that, Idia, a lot of people wish doing that, you’re not alone, my man.

When Idia got scared because Cater reminded him of the time when he kidnapped Riddle and others with a smile, he just started stuttering, so cute (his actions weren’t cute tho)

ACE MAKES HIS APPEARANCE, YES BABYYYYYYYY (I love him so much 😭)

Idk why, but I just love when the characters shout at people, like calling them from afar, and Ace nailed it

It seems like the Lilo and Stitch event doesn’t happen in the original timeline, because everyone was so surprised (even Yuu has the option to make a comment about his shirt or his sunglasses)

Honestly, I never, EVER, thought about the fruit that was on Ace’s shoulder until Grim pointed it out, I swear to you all that I started laughing once I imagined someone having to walk with those and couldn’t stop until I remembered I still had to watch the episode (and now I got another headcanon for the actor AU 😈)

AND NOW RIDDLE APPEARSSSSSS

I loved when he went like: “don’t overdo it, got it, Ace?” And then everyone was like: “YOU ARE ALREADY OVERDOING IT!” I think they thought Ace’s imagination was too powerful

When Cater pointed out that Riddle was showing his bellybutton, it reminded me of that meme of: SHOW US YOUR ANKLE, SHOW US YOUR ANKLE (we’re talking about Riddle here, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got flustered about naked skin)

I realized that Riddle is kind of naive, because he says: “Ace told me this was a formal attire for an island” and he just did as he was told, my poor boy, one day, you’re getting pranked

And then he slowly approaches Cater and whispers (which made him look sooooo cute) him if he looks weird (NO MY BABY, YOU DON’T, 10 OUT OF 10, YOU’RE SLAYING MY QUEEN), HE LOOKED LIKE A BABY ASKING HIS OLDER BROTHER FOR ADVICES

Considering both Silver and Sebek are in the same club as Riddle (in one of Ruggie’s cards, Sebek even got punished by him while doing club activities) their surprise is understandable

One thing I didn’t really like is that we didn’t get to see fake!Trey or fake!Cater wearing new outfits 🥹

I know they all wear makeup, but for someone reason my eyes couldn’t stop looking at their eyes, they are all so fucking gorgeous, ugh

Honestly, does someone here knows if Cater is rich or not? Because they also mention that Cater was the one who rented the private island (I know it’s a dream, but who knows) maybe it’s because of his father’s job?

And Cater immediately getting into his role, he knows what he’s doing, he’s so smart, I love him.

When Ace suggests getting changed because he doesn’t like seeing the school uniform Leona said (I’m not quoting from the game): “we’re BUSY” I felt it was more like: “I want to get over this bullshit and take a nap”

THE WAY ACE WAS SMILING WHEN HE ANNOUNCED THE REASON OF THE CELEBRATION, that is the same smile he has when something good happens to him, but knowing what’s going to happen next, I just couldn’t help it🥲

I also realized how much I like when a lot of characters shout at the same time, it’s nice to hear

The part where Ace denied when Trey said how they would get sad talking about Yuu leaving, I know you’re just a tsundere, accept it, Trappola I’m still not prepared for that part

In the video Idia says: “I could be hit by a extroverted lighting” I’m just loving everyhting Idia says

I got sad when Ortho said there was no point in attacking him, I wanted to see Ace getting bullied (don’t hate on me, it’s just karma doing its job)

I would’ve loved if Jack and Epel were there too

Ace was talking like a salesman: “we got pink shirt here, and then a yellow one, and then a blue one” I just can’t with him 😂

We can’t see what is really happening between the characters (like, two characters could be hugging but we aren’t able to see it because this is not an anime, yet) but I believe Grim took Ace by his hair, pulled it and shouted in his ear to make him clear they were in a dream, YOU’RE DOING GREAT BABY, SHOW HIM WHO THE REAL BOSS IS

Aaaaand, we made it until here, no matter how many times I say it, I’m not prepared to reach that part

[killuasskateboard]

A/n: sooooo i just made a random story heh ! I hope you guys like it, enjoy reading (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧!

Killua x reader !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Endless journeys, endless us.

The world was vast—far too vast to stay in one place for too long.

That’s what Killua had told you when he first asked, "Wanna come with me?" His silver hair was tousled by the wind, his blue eyes glinting with the thrill of freedom. "Alluka and I are gonna see everything. It’d be cool if you came too."

And, of course, you said yes.

Now, here you were—running through cobblestone streets in a foreign country, your laughter mixing with Alluka’s as Killua grumbled behind you.

"Quit running ahead! We don’t even know where we’re going!" Killua called, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he jogged after you.

"That’s the fun part!" Alluka beamed, spinning around to face him. "Besides, y/n and I are just checking out the cute little shops!"

Killua sighed but didn’t argue, because deep down, he liked seeing you both happy. He’d never admit it outright, but the way his lips twitched upward was enough for you to notice.

Every day was something new. One day, you were hiking through misty mountains, Killua teasing you for getting tired too fast. The next, you were on a sunny beach, Alluka building sandcastles while Killua lounged in the shade. Sometimes, you found yourselves in bustling cities, tasting street food while Killua stole bites from your plate with a smirk.

And at night, under countless different skies, you’d sit together, trading stories, laughing, feeling the world move beneath you.

One evening, as you watched the sunset over an unfamiliar horizon, Killua sat beside you, unusually quiet.

"You ever think about stopping?" you asked, glancing at him.

He tilted his head. "What, like settling down somewhere?"

"Yeah."

He was silent for a moment, then leaned back on his palms. "Maybe someday. But not yet." His gaze flickered to you, something soft in his expression. "As long as you’re here, I don’t really care where we go."

Your heart skipped a beat, and Alluka, who had been listening the whole time, giggled. "Ooooh! Killua, that was kinda romantic!"

Killua immediately flushed, scowling. "Sh-Shut up, Alluka!"

You just laughed, nudging him playfully. "Guess we’ll just have to keep traveling forever then."

Killua smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "Fine by me."

And so, with the world ahead and the people you cared about beside you, you kept moving—one adventure at a time.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I made this in rush so sorry if there are any grammar mistakes! English isnt my first language (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠).

I hope you have a great day/night ! Thank you for reading! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[beautifulterriblequeen]

would love to see Runaan retire from assassining and take up something softer. Maybe being a ranger like the other guardians of the Silvergrove, as they're called in the Xadia game. Especially since he's soft for animals, and sometimes you get rangers with animal companions as they move through the wild.

What does he range around for? Just Silvergrove defenses? Nah, not our boy. He's got Guilt! He loves Xadia and he still wants to protect it, and he's also got all these precision violence skills. How to use them effectively without continuing the Cycle, though?

Well. There are all these horrible nighttime ghosts flitting around every night now. And arrows can strike them, as we've seen. And the Xadia game had a whole plot arc centered on what happens when restless spirits return (hint: you kill them a couple more times, really good and dead for suresies). And I think Runaan would be pretty good at such a job.

It's got angst and sorrow - he'd have to range all over Xadia, whether Ethari comes with him or not (he's coming with him), and spend his time dwelling on those who died violent deaths and had unfinished business - things Runaan's assassin job directly contributed to. His hands really could make his amends, by putting to rest these angry spirits to protect the living, and looking his past deeds in the eye while he does it.

Some of the spirits he encounters may be people he killed, even. And that's where things get interesting. In order to save people from avenging spirits, he'd have to shoot someone he already shot. And that's pretty angsty. Will he still be hard enough not to hesitate? Or will he get caught up in the guilt and shame of his place in this grand engine? Would he let them hurt him, would he even be able to stop them if they tried, if they recognized him specifically? Ohoho. Ohohohoho.

*steeples fingers* Yes good, I would deeply enjoy seeing ghost hunter Runaan and wardcrafter Ethari taking on a seemingly endless array of tormented souls armed with what I can only imagine are truly inspired haunt-proof trinkets and weapons specifically tailored to control and take out ghosts.

Not least because it would mean Runaan gets a new outfit. 😇

[turtledotjpeg]

@hxhbigbang24 time!!

I drew for this fic which made me SAD and also made my HEART WARM!! I will not say too much to avoid spoiling future chapters, but I illustrated a few moments from this scene near the end of the story that I loved!

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry AU time travel but with a twist

— where Tom and Harry are best friends but Harry ends up falling for Tom — and Tom? He rejects him. Because Tom isn't ready. Because he thinks relationships are a waste of time — and believes what he and Harry has is better. And, Harry? Though hurt, accepts his answer. Though there is some residual awkwardness — they go back to being friends.

But— now, Tom is more aware of Harry. Now, that he knows Harry is okay with having a romantic relationship with him, he starts noticing things that he hasn't before. He starts thinking about Harry more than he did before (which basically means he thought about him every second now, back then it was one thought per ten seconds but anyways—) and having realizations about himself that he has been ignoring before due to always thinking about the future. After all he is a busy man with a grand plan — he was just too busy to have time for something mundane like introspection, am I right?

Unfortunately, though before Tom could do something about his emotions derailing his plans — Harry dies. For him. To save him

Tom being Tom, through his all consuming grief and regrets — breaks time conventions to save Harry and ends up travelling back on the day Harry came to Hogwarts. And as Tom tries to make amends for his mistakes by trying to befriend Harry, who is the new transfer student earlier than before, he realizes how strange Harry used to be.

How he would act skittish around Tom or glare at him with so much hatred that would make him stumble. Because Harry never did that, or did he? That didn't matter though, because Tom would win him over anyways — because he is the one whom Harry loves loved. So, he is one who would end up winning him anyways — not Black or Longbottom for that matter.

So this au is basically time travelling harry and time travelling tom but both of them from different points of time, trying to do their best — trying to save the world (for Tom, it's Harry and is that my way of implying Harry was his world? Yes.)

[bluuscreen]

working on my own little “the master doesn’t die and joins the doctor after lotl” au so here’s voyage of the damned outfits if i got to do the costume design [plus a couple silly bonus sketches under the cut]

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[bonksoundeffect]

The born in Eastern Europe curse of knowing you were doomed from the start

[ambagel]

Wait hold on, in his anniversary video Barbatos mentions the mc being the brother's attendant?

But in the other videos, it's implied that they don't remember the mc leaving (which is actually something im very disappointed about and really hope isnt the case in the actual story)

In these two specifically, it seems like they aren't aware of the mc's presence in the past/alternate timeline/whatever it is. The only other person who seems like they know is Lucifer

Which also lines up with the end of lesson 40, where he's the only one who says welcome back? So like?? Do only him and Barbatos know? Did they not tell anyone?? Diavolo would probably know as well but I haven't seen anything to show that yet. Anyways I don't really like where this is going, I would really prefer they not make everyone forget the mc disappeared

[tennessoui]

omg time traveler ahsoka au! she gets obi-wan to leave the order for satine in the hopes that he’d be weird with someone else but anakin gets sent on a mission to mandalore and wow there’s this handsome duke he has to look after. what a shame he’s married and definitely wouldn’t leave his wife for this jedi he feels immediately weird about

hmmmmmmm this is one of Ahsoka’s closest attempts because obi-wan’s personal sense of loyalty wouldn’t let him cheat on his wife, and he’s spent so long building a family and a life on Mandalore that he would never toss it aside to be romantically involved with a kid (read: 22yo) that he doesn’t even know even though he feels a very strong pull towards him….obi-wan is adept at lying to himself

It gets easier to lie to himself when he realizes that Skywalker is also married, though secretly…..it offends part of Kenobi, but that’s just because Skywalker is making a mockery of the Jedi order with his secret marriage!! Kenobi is no longer a Jedi of course but he still has great respect for the Order!!!

That’s the only reason he feels so strange when he thinks of Skywalker’s marriage even long after Skywalker and the senator he was guarding as she came to a celebratory feast on Mandalore leave again.

(Ahsoka tenses on her reset button as anakin makes his way back to mandalore a few months later, but they’re being….normal…this anakin requests to study ancient mandalorian and Jedi texts that are housed in the capital city and it’s weird because he’s never really cared about history but he’s being very…respectful….and master obi-wan is also being very respectful if a little stand offish….he accompanied him down to read the texts and they spend hours down there together but as far as Ahsoka can tell there is nothing inappropriate happening —she has gotten very good at telling when something inappropriate is happening between her old masters—they really are just…talking and reading and they’re being…sort of weird…but sort of normal….it’s the closest they’ve come to the original timeline in fact…Ahsoka relaxes on her reset button)

War breaks out anyway of course and obi-wan lasts only a month or so after anakin is pulled to the front lines before donning an old beat up and anonymous suit of mandalorian armor and flying to fight with him. The Duchess of Mandalore offers no comment. The official story is that her husband is sick in bed from a nasty case of Flafu flu. No one knows that it’s the Duke of mandalore in the red armor, supporting Skywalker’s troops.

Ahsoka wonders if Anakin knows, up until the moment some droid gets a lucky shot in and obi-wan goes down on the battlefield and anakin levels an entire field of droids to get to him looking half out of his mind with worry and rage….then she knows he knows and maybe that he’s always known

She’s tensed up over the reset button again, but after obi-wan’s been seen to by the medic, anakin sends him back to his wife on mandalore and, miraculously, after 2 years fighting to be by anakin’s side, obi-wan…stays, but he looks so beaten down over it, so without half his heart, like he’s suddenly aged 20 years and lived in a desert for all of them. But he stays.

The war ends eventually and the Jedi triumph. Ten years later, leia runs through Anakin’s study with an old red helmet over her head as Luke runs after her, playing war. anakin gently takes it off her and sets her on the ground. He cradles the helmet though in battle worn hands, but thankfully before either of them can ask, padmes speeder arrives and they shoot off to go welcome their mom home - anakin stays for a second longer, just staring at the helmet with such a naked expression of wistfulness longing heartbreak and acceptance that Ahsoka almost wants to turn away. Before she does she sees anakin touch his forehead to the helmet’s once before rising and putting it away, turning instead to go greet his wife

and it leaves Ahsoka with such a WEIRD feeling in her own heart that she’s pressing the reset button before she can think it through because she wants them to be apart and she wants the Jedi to win the war and everyone to get their happy endings but…but not like this…not if they’re not happy….she gets 1 reset where she gets to be selfish ok she’s gone through thousands now probably.

[phagodyke]

ykw actually I am angry + disappointed w them. I've been pushing how I feel aside and trying to make it my own fault so it's all contained but I think theyve just been mean. and they really should know me better ik I try to pretend I don't expect more from them so I feel less hurt when they do things that upset me but we've been friends for years by this point. like come on.

[brunchable]

𝙄 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 [ 2 ]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Themes: Friends to Lovers. SMUT: Touch Hungry Bucky, Kiss Hungry Bucky, Bucky just not getting enough of you, fingering, cunnilingus, Oral [M&F], unprotected piv, creampie. Just PURE making love, no kinks. Summary: It's only been a few hours since you've become official and Bucky want to show you just how much you mean to him. A/N: 2 of 2. And I must say. . . JAYSUS. BON APETITIDDIES.

Part One

You were stiff. You were sore. Your arm was asleep. And you felt fucking fantastic.

Maybe in the movies people woke up entwined in each other's arms after a night of spirited lovemaking, but for you, reality was much more awkward. Your head had somehow become wedged behind Bucky’s shoulder, and both his legs were about to slide off the couch altogether. You untangled yourself as best you could, looking down at him as you moved his limbs out of the way.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully, his dark lashes lying flat against the skin beneath his eyes. They fluttered slightly as you pulled free of him, and he stirred.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled, and turned over so he was facing the back of the couch, still caught in mid-slide towards the floor.

You tried not to laugh. God, he was adorable.

You sat up, arching your back to stretch out the sore muscles. Then your breath caught. What time was it? Holy hell, I’m going to be late.

You stood up quickly, and was seized by an ache between your legs so unfamiliar that you nearly sat back down again. Holy crap. It had been way too long. You almost felt like a virgin again. You rose again shakily, noticing that your whole groin felt sore, and so did your hips—probably from throwing your legs up around his waist. God, what a wanton hussy you were, you thought happily.

You went quietly towards the bathroom, checking the clock on the stove as you walked by. It was nearly eight-thirty. Crap. You were supposed to be at work by nine, or nine-thirty at the latest. you'd  have to make the shower a quick one.

You stood under the hot water, letting it pour over your sore muscles. You washed out your hair, lathered up your body and massaged your sore hips as random images from last night invaded your thoughts. Even now you weren't entirely convinced it hadn't all been a dream. Has it really happened? The soreness was real enough. And so were the images flashing through your mind.

Bucky’s body on yours, looming over you, holding your wrists, kissing you with abandon. Taking each breast in his mouth, teasing you with his fingers. Sliding into you, tilting your back and thrusting deeper, faster, harder.

Suddenly a blurry figure appeared on the other side of the glass door. The door slid open and he stood there, looking disheveled from sleep but adorably sexy. And naked, too.

"Hi," he said, a seductive smile curving his lips. His eyes traveled down your naked body, pausing at your breasts and then sliding down to the between your legs where rivulets of water coursed and ran together.

You flushed at the frank inspection but willed yourself not to try to hide from him. You shifted your weight, jutting your hip out provocatively and smiled.

His eyes returned to yours, desire glinting in them. "May I join you?"

You pushed the door back and invited him in. Bucky stepped in and crowded you, not unpleasantly, until your back was up against the tiles. He braced his hands on the wall behind you, and let the water flow over him as he leaned down and kissed you.

You opened to him and kissed him back, winding your hands around his waist and sliding them down his ass, squeezing appreciatively. He smiled into the kiss, enjoying your wandering hands, then pushed forward so your bodies were pressed together, the water slick and warm between you.

"So," he murmured in your ear, his voice barely a whisper above the sound of the water. "So much for that idea."

"What idea was that?" you whispered back, kissing his ear.

"The idea that we could ever be just friends," he said, catching your jaw with his lips as you turned your head. He covered your neck with slow, lingering kisses, trailing his mouth down your and cupping your breast with his hand.

"Oh, I don't know, I think it's a great idea so far," you said coquettishly. "Besides," you joked. "I do this with all my male friends."

He mocked a scowl at you, and gave you  that smile that had always melted you. "Well, that's going to have to stop. You're mine now."

He kissed you slowly, his tongue tangling with yours as he teased and tasted, enjoying your mouth.

You kissed him back, licking and tasting and enjoying him until you felt rather than heard a hum of desire, of pure carnal lust, vibrating through him. He was growing hard against your belly, his cock pressing against you urgently.

He lowered his head further and took your  nipple into his mouth, licking the soft nub until it grew hard beneath his tongue. Pleasure shot through you, and he turned to lavish the same attention on your other breast. You writhed against the cold tiles at your back, arching into him and sinking your fingers into his hair to hold him to you. He smiled as you moaned with pleasure, and laughed softly when he took your nipple between his teeth and made you suck in a sharp breath.

His cock was as hard as it had been a few hours ago, and it surged in your hand as he took your breasts. You gathered some suds into your palm and grasped him again, feeling the iron-hardness of him beneath the silky skin. You began to stroke, gliding fast and smooth, and he groaned from the pleasure of it, collapsing against you and kissing you between his soft, low sounds of pleasure and need.

You kept stroking and teasing, gliding over him in a steady rhythm, and felt yourself growing warm and slick at how hard he was beneath your fingers. You loved that you were doing that to him, making him want you so much. He groaned, his breath jagged and shallow. He tried to kiss you through his mounting pleasure but he had to break off to breathe, to lose himself in the sensation.

"God, baby," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "So good."

You tried not to focus on him calling you baby, knowing it was only his arousal talking. You focused instead on the intense pleasure that was making him say it. You continued stroking him, changing your hand position so that you pulled up with each stroke, teasingly pulling his skin up over the head each time and sinking down to the base, pleasuring every inch of him. Your other hand cupped his balls and caressed him, gently rolling him around in your fingers as he tensed and surged and seemed to fight against you, against the unbearable pleasure you were causing him.

After a few torturous moments he stopped your hand, his breathing so fast and ragged that he could hardly speak. 

“You—don't want—this to end too soon, do you?” he warned, kissing you in between breaths. “Because, my God, you could make me come in seconds if you wanted to.”

“That might be fun,” you said, kissing the edges of his mouth, licking at his lips and his tongue when he opened his mouth to you again.

“For me, yes,” he breathed, breaking away from you. “But I'm not nearly finished with you yet.”

He slipped his hand into your hair and held your head, kissing you with such raw passion, such naked need that you felt a surge of warmth flood between your legs in spite of the cooling effects of the water. He had wrung a soul-shattering orgasm out of you just a few hours ago and yet here you were again, eager for him again. Wanton hussy indeed.

"Do you remember that night, two years ago?" he asked, his voice low and deep. "At the party, when I played that song on the guitar for you, and you asked whether it hurt my fingers to play the steel strings?"

He was watching his own fingers trail over your breasts, over your tightened nipple, down past your navel, as the water trickled over you both.

"Mmm hmmm," you murmured, your eyes closed, lost in the sensation of the water coursing down your body and his hand moving over you.

“And you touched my fingertips…”

Of course you remembered; you'd run your  fingers over the roughened pads of his fingertips, and had watched in delight as he'd twitched a little, and then trembled, just a little, at your touch. You'd kept your touch feather-light and soft, drifting over his fingertips and down his fingers a little, feeling the shiver of heightened awareness in your  own hands.

Maybe you'd been a little too suggestive, a little too lingering, whispering-touching those parts of him that were supposedly hardened against such sensations—but you'd been unable to stop yourself. His hands had been warm and strong and eminently male, and when he'd stiffened and held his breath, as if willing himself not to react to your seductive touch, you'd felt that shiver of awareness deepen into an intense desire.

Such a seemingly innocent touch, just a friend examining the time-worn calluses of a guitar player's fingertips. . .and yet in that moment, even amongst their friends, even with the music playing loud and the laughter soaring above it, you'd felt like it had been just the two of you in that room, touching each other intentionally for the very first time, your hand tentatively reaching out for his, and his reaching to meet your half way.

“You drove me wild.” he said, leaning to kiss your neck. “I got so hard, I was afraid to move. And after that, I kept thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you with these fingers.” He slipped his hand between your  legs and caressed your folds, parting them gently and sliding inside you. “Like this, for instance.”

You moaned and leaned your head against his shoulder, letting him touch you wherever he wanted. His fingers explored you, caressed you, possessed you, expertly as though they, too, knew you were his.

“I just had to touch you,” you breathed against him. “And believe me, this is what I was thinking about too.”

“You stopped me last night,” he murmured, dragging his mouth along your neck. “I wanted to feel you come for me. To finish what you started that night.”

You groaned at the sound of his voice, so low and sexual, so heated with his own desire.

“Let me feel you come for me, baby,” he whispered into your ear, licking your  earlobe. “Please.”

He gripped your hip and lifted you up against the wall slightly, positioning you so he could slide his fingers deep inside you. He held you firmly around the waist, bracing you against the wall, and thrust into you gently, with first one finger, then two, sliding deeper and deeper each time, stretching you, mimicking the size and power of his cock. His thumb played over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you as he pressed his forehead to yours and gazed down into your  eyes. You gasped and cried out from the overwhelming pleasure of it even as you squirmed beneath his fingers and ached for more.

He braced you against his thigh and pressed against you while his arm steadied you from behind, holding you completely in his grasp. Bucky had such a way of holding you, letting you know that you were going nowhere, making sure you had no desire to be anywhere but in his arms. You felt safe, and secure, and above all, worshiped.

Bucky bent down and kissed you, sliding his fingers into your with a wild, sensuous rhythm that matched the increasing speed of his thumb as it stroked and rubbed and swirled around your aching clit. His hand was so strong, his fingers curving inside you to caress you, to find that super-sensitive inner spot even as he plunged and drove and took. With his thumb circling your clit in a relentless rhythm and his fingers deep inside you, stretching you, claiming you, you felt completely owned by him, by the hand that possessed every inch of you.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, matching the rhythm of his fingers, swirling, tasting, mutely revealing that he had had another  fantasy, too. The thought of his mouth on you, his tongue tasting you, torturing you, swirling over your clit as you writhed beneath it made you go weak in the knees.

Bucky broke away from the kiss and began trailing kisses down your neck, your breasts, lowering himself to his knees in front of you  while bracing your hips against the tiles with his strong hands.

"Did I mention what it did to me the first time your tongue touched mine?" he whispered devilishly.

He looked up at you so intently, his beautiful blue eyes blazing as the water streamed over his shoulder and down the contours of his chest. You gazed down at him, and for the second time this morning questioned whether  all this could actually be happening. This gorgeous, virile man gripping you, kneeling before you, gazing at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It couldn't be real, could it?

Then he lowered his lips to your and you knew it was.

Sensation tore through your touch, so delicately gentle at first, and you arched against the wall with a startled cry. You reached down and gripped his shoulder, steadying yourself on one foot as he brought you to your leg up slowly, gently and eased it over his shoulder. The sight of it alone nearly made you come. He moved so languidly, so sensuously, positioning you better so he could enjoy your all the more.

He closed his mouth over your clit and kissed it luxuriously, his lips moving as though he were kissing your mouth. His tongue swirled over you in large, sensuous circles and he groaned against you, tightening his grip on your hip as you moaned against the sudden overwhelming pleasure of it. The tip of his tongue darted out to flick against your  rapidly as he looked up at you again, watching your pleasure, his eyes smiling at you as if he knew precisely how good he was making you feel. Then he fell on you again, his tongue roaming over you, tasting you, luxuriating in your folds and dipping to lap at your entrance.

“Oh my, g-god. Bucky—”

You bucked against him and cried out as his tongue slipped into your and pulsed there, gently, savouring you. Your hand sank into his wet hair and as you gripped his head, you were rewarded with a muted chuckle and a more intense forward surge of his tongue inside you. He liked the moans he wrought from you. He liked being able to make your  cry out and seize him, your head thrown back in agonizing pleasure.

And fuck did you like it, too.

"Oh God," you breathed, your heart thundering in your chest. "My God, that feels so good..."

He withdrew from your and slid his tongue up to torture your aching clit, and just when you began to miss the feel of him inside your he gently pushed his fingers into your again and began to thrust.

Pleasure soared through you and you cried out even louder, and the leg draped over his shoulder began to tremble. His tongue circled your clit again, deliciously slowly, as his fingers slid into you over and over again, a sensual, primitive rhythm that made you  want to grind your hips against the pleasure.

“I'm coming,” you whispered urgently. “You're going to make me come…”

His fingers thrust deeper and faster and he began to lick you so quickly, with such a throaty groan of pleasure that you felt your  orgasm rise, terrifyingly fast and sharp, making you cry out in increasing, panting breaths until you shattered, coming violently around his fingers and that sensuous, irresistible tongue. You shuddered with an aching cry and trembled from the spasms he sent rippling through you. Your body curled forward as you gripped him tighter, your  fingers pulling on his hair from the pressure.

He removed your leg from his shoulder gently as you continued to shudder, feeling aftershocks of pleasure shiver through you. He got to his feet and helped you stand, pressing himself against your  and nuzzling your neck.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, your voice shaking. your  whole body shaking. “That was incredible.”

“That...was just the prelude,” he whispered, kissing you. “I haven't even started pleasuring you yet.”

God, he was going to kill you. Death by orgasm, you thought happily. What a way to go.

He leaned to turn off the water, but he stilled his hand. He looked back at you with a questioning expression, and then understood. You pulled him back towards yourself and he went willingly, stepping back under the stream of water, kissing you deeply, his hands roaming greedily over your  body.

You weren't done with him. He had made you feel like a goddess, worshiped, cherished, adored.

You broke off the kiss and began trailing your  lips down his neck, his collarbone and chest, enjoying the warmth of the water trickling past your mouth. His chest muscles tensed as you kissed them, and as you moved your  lips slowly down his abdomen you felt his whole body go rigid with anticipation. You sank to your knees in the tub and brushed kisses along his navel, his hip bones, and he put his hands on your shoulders to steady himself. Water coursed over both of you, and you delighted in it, closing your eyes against the spray.

“Baby,” Bucky said softly, barely audible above the water.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He was about to say something but you smiled and glanced away, focusing instead on the head of his cock, hard and urgent in front of you. He was thick and beautiful, and still as hard, maybe even harder, than he had been when you'd teased him with your  hands.

“I want to taste you,” you said playfully. “All of you.”

You leaned forward and gently licked the swollen tip of his cock. He inhaled sharply, his whole body tensing, and you smiled up at him, letting him know this was for your  pleasure as much as for his. You swirl your  tongue around the head, taking it into your  mouth and suckling gently, teasing it. The skin was soft and smooth, stretched deliciously tight from the hardness of his erection.

You let your tongue play over it, dipping into the opening, making him moan. You drifted your tongue along the ridge, and down to the sensitive skin just beneath the head, licking and tasting, nipping and kissing.

You looked up at him, and his dark eyes were wild with desire. You smiled, and ran your  tongue up and down the length of him, ending at the head and flicking at it delicately, teasingly. He moaned softly, his breathing starting to grow rapid. You rose up slightly to take the whole length of him into your mouth and sucked him, long and hard.

He let out a gasp and braced himself against the wall with one hand, his other  hand gripping your  shoulder.

“Oh fuck—Baby...”

You slid your mouth over his shaft, deeper, deeper, and slid back up the length of him. Your hands came around and gripped his ass, pulling him towards you. He staggered forward slightly as you took him into your  mouth again, luxuriously taking in his entire length, sucking, licking, tasting as you went. The sensation of him in your mouth was almost as overwhelming as his first entrance into your body had been, so unfamiliar but so right at the same time.

You caressed his balls with one hand as you played your tongue over his cock. He groaned, his breathing jagged now, his cock harder than ever. His hand moved from your  shoulder to sink into your wet hair, and he gripped your head with barely restrained urgency. Gently he guided your head closer to him as you sucked. You lowered yourself onto him and slowly sucked your way back up, your mouth gripping him, your cheeks hollowing, as your tongue slid over him with each pass.

His hips began to move as he started to match your rhythm, thrusting into you, meeting your mouth. Bucky gripped your head more firmly and held your head still, driving into you gently.

You let your hand fall and you sat back on your haunches, enjoying the feeling of him sliding in and out of your mouth, controlling his own pleasure, taking what he wanted, and what you were so willing to give. Yet you could tell he was holding back, wanting to thrust harder and faster but restraining himself and settling for a smoother, slower pace.

For you. Bucky was holding back for your sake. This passionate, soulful, virile man was holding back his own pleasure because he wanted to be gentle with you.

The very thought of it excited you, and you increased your own rhythm, encouraging him, moaning with pleasure as he drove into you. You sucked harder, faster, turning your  gaze up to him with an urgent plea in your  eyes. Faster. Deeper. Now, my love.

And he understood.

Bucky groaned, and stepped forward. His hand clenched in your hair and he began to move, faster and harder, plunging deeper, holding your head as he thrust into your  mouth with urgent, rhythmic strokes. He slid in and out of your mouth as if through warm honey, and you felt and heard his pleasure mounting with every ratcheted breath and every desperate moan that escaped his lips.

His eyes watched your with rapt adoration and abject lust, and you could tell that the sight of your taking him fully into your mouth, of your sucking him with pure, greedy abandon and complete acceptance, was pushing him closer to the edge as much as the intense pleasure of your tongue on his cock was. Or more.

He tensed as his rhythm grew faster, his breathing harder, until you felt him tighten and strain so much that you felt certain he was going to spill himself into your mouth. But at the last moment he cried out and pulled back, his cock slipping out of your  mouth quickly. He stood still, breathless, his eyes closed as if willing his orgasm to retreat. Water sliced down his neck and chest, and finally he let out a slow, jagged moan of a breath and opened his eyes. He looked down at you wildly, and reached for you,helping you to your feet.

“Jesus,” he said breathlessly, staring at you as he tried to catch his breath. “I can't...I can't believe how goddamn good that felt. You brought me so close, so fast, I almost couldn't stop it.”

“Why did you?” you asked, running your  finger along his jaw. “I wanted to feel you come for me.”

He groaned against you, his hands roaming over your  body. “I told you, I'm not nearly done with you yet.”

He kissed you hungrily, his cock surging against your violently as your bodies met. you could feel him moving against you, his cock rubbing against you,and you knew how badly he wanted to be inside you again.

As badly as you wanted him inside you again.

He stepped back, his breath still ragged, and pressed his forehead to yours as he closed his eyes and tried to breathe.

“You're not done yet, huh?” you teased gently, letting your fingers sink into his wet hair as you kissed his neck.

“Not nearly.”

“But I have to go to work. Maybe if I'm lucky you'll be here when I get home?”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

He reached to turn off the water and stepped out of the shower, turning to help your step over the wall of the tub. You threw your robe on and cinched the belt as he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. You caught him grinning at you, and it was so clear what he was thinking that it made your  laugh.

“What?” you demanded, squeezing the excess water out of your hair with a hand towel. “What are you smiling at?”

Bucky wetted his lips with his tongue, “Fuck it. You're just going to have to be late for work. Come here…”

“Hey!” your eyes widened playfully, jumping away from him. “Are you trying to kill me? Stop!”

Bucky untied your robe and you yelped, trying to slap his hands away. He just kept advancing on you, grinning devilishly. You turned and scampered away from him with a squeal of delight.

He followed behind, still grasping for the robe. You shrieked and laughed and ran towards the bedroom, and he followed, catching up to you and pushing you onto the bed with a resounding crack of the bed frame.

You laughed as he tumbled on top of you, but he silenced you with his mouth, kissing you hungrily as he impatiently pushed your robe aside. His breath was ragged as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, his need too great for the slow, sensual lovemaking of last night. He held his cock against your entrance and smoothly thrusts into you and moaned against your mouth, and you wrapped your legs around him to draw him deeper.

He plunged into you, covering your body and your mouth with the same hungry possession. You were still so warm and wet, so exquisitely ready for him that he filled you easily, driving you relentlessly as he tasted your tongue, your lips, your neck, and groaned from the pleasure your body was giving him.

You tensed around him and he moaned breathlessly, a throaty, male sound of pure ecstasy. He pounded into you, falling into a steady rhythm born of raw, primitive need. Your body tightened around him with every thrust, and waves of pleasure rippled through you, building in intensity up to an almost unbearable pressure, a delicious heat that made you moan into his mouth as he kissed you.

He rose up, his arms braced beside you, to look down as he stroked and withdrew and breathed out his pleasure while his eyes glowed pure heat. He grabbed your rear, tilting one hip up towards him, entering you  on such an angle that a new kaleidoscope of pleasure bloomed throughout you. He gripped you possessively, driving you deeper and faster and harder. His eyes burned, glowing like obsidian, hot and wild and almost frenzied with desire.

“Baby,” he groaned, his eyes pinning you, claiming you, as though he were branding you with your heat.

You're mine...

You're mine...

Your first time together had only been hours ago, but it was as if you had been lovers for years...every fluid flexing of his hips against you hit just the right spot, every deep, powerful thrust of his cock stretched your pussy with a familiar, almost expected surge of pleasure.

“Yes—oh god yes, Bucky—fuck me,” you breathed.

Two simple words and suddenly he was on the edge...buried so deep inside you, thrusting, plunging, your breasts pressed against his chest, the pleasure roaring through his body.

Suddenly he wanted to take you, hard. He wanted to fuck you with abandon, the eyes-closed, head-back, moaning-out-loud kind of sexual abandon that he had so rarely experienced in his life, but which was crashing through his body and mind right now.

He wanted this woman...he wanted to own you, to take you, to claim your body as his....he wanted to fuck you until he'd emptied his balls into you, feeling your pussy clenching and spasming in orgasm around his cock as he came, as you came, as you came together.

He withdrew from you quickly, barely able to catch his breath, and, as if you could read his thoughts, you turned onto your stomach just as his trembling hands guided your hips over. Your hair spilled over your bare back and your ass curved out so seductively it was all he could do not to cum right there, all over your smooth skin. But his cock knew what it wanted, and he pulled you forward to slide into the heaven of your pussy, so wet and tight and swollen for him.

He cried out when he took your again, his cock parting your folds and filling you so completely. The feel of him stretching you, the crest of his head pressing against your  from this new angle...you felt a tremor of pleasure ripple through you and knew you were close, as close as he was. When he leaned over you and began to kiss your  shoulders you shuddered, and when he began to thrust you buried your face in the pillow and moaned.

Your moans of pleasure filled the room and he squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to last, begging his aching cock not to explode just yet. . .this pace, these quick short strokes as his hips slapped against your ass, your body moving with his every thrust. . .It was almost too much to bear. Bucky buried his faced in your sweet-smelling hair and let his cock plunge as it would, faster and faster, making him shake, making him breathless, making him feel like nothing but a desperate cock as he fucked you.

And fucked you. And fucked you, as you had begged him to...

You could only whimper now, lost to the pleasure of his man taking you like this, fucking you so wildly, almost savagely. The pleasure he was taking from your body, his moans and groans and the growls of pleasure you could feel against your back and in the warm breath at your ear. . . it was pure, primal lust.

You felt worshiped beneath him, as if every thrust of his hungry cock was a tribute to you, every growl and sharp breath an oath. He was fucking you, mindlessly, and yet every part of him was attuned to you, touching you, adoring you.

As his pace grew even faster, his thrusts shallower, you could sense he was about to come, and you felt your muscles tighten around him to heighten his pleasure and hers. His thrusts were so powerful that you felt the orgasm rising in you and you closed your eyes, lifting your head back so he could slide his hand into your hair, gently holding your neck and kissing your jaw with breathy, open-mouthed kisses.

“Oh, God Bucky...I'm coming,” you moaned. “I'm coming.”

“Yes...cum for me baby....cum on my cock.”

“Cum with me....please....I want you to cum inside me, please....please....”

And he could withstand it no more.

Pleasure detonated through him as his orgasm spasmed throughout his body, wracking him with wave after wave of euphoric release. He cried out your name as he thrust and bucked against your flesh, driving his cock deeper and deeper as he came and came and came. It felt like he would never stop cumming, and when he felt your orgasm tear through your pussy and clench his cock in waves, he thought he might black out from the sheer ecstasy of it.

You slammed back against him as the first spurts of cum began to fill you, and felt your  ravaged pussy begin to spasm again and again, milking his cock, pulling his cum deeper into you, flooding you with ripples of pleasure. You moaned and writhed, riding the crest of one orgasm only to feel a second one begin to climb and then crash over you. Breathless, almost sobbing from the pleasure, you let him hold you as he continued to pound into you, draining his balls into you at his will, lost in the utter bliss of a man taking a woman in the most primal way.

When he could bear it no longer, when his exquisitely sensitive cock throbbed within you and the pleasure bordered on pain, he stilled, finally, and shuddered. Sharp spasms of pleasure shot through him as his cock surged one last time within you, his aching balls emptying every last ounce of come. Bucky was almost lightheaded, his chest heaving, sweat glazing his skin as he withdrew his hand from your hair and ran it down the center of your back, needing to touch you, needing to feel your heated skin. You were breathless too, your back moving beneath his hand as you lay your head down and tried to catch your breath.

You felt him withdraw from you, and your  pussy rebelled, clenching to keep him there, as if pleading with him not to go. Bucky groaned softly against your ear as he pulled out and fell on the bed beside you, his arms surrounding you and pulling your back against him. You fit perfectly together, and every muscle in your body relaxed as you snuggled into him and breathed out a contented sigh. You felt his lips on the shell of your ear, kissing softly, felt his slowing breath against your skin as his soft sounds of contentment and pleasure hummed in his throat.

This is heaven, you thought. Pure heaven. your pussy twitched and tingled as you felt his warm come beginning to slip down your  inner thighs. His strong arms surrounded you, his soft lips murmured and whispered and kissed, his spent cock nestled against the curve of your ass.

“There was something I wanted to tell you, remember?” he murmurs, his words brushing warmly against your skin as he kisses a path down to your shoulder. “Last night… something I wanted to say to you. Something I wanted you to know.”

You shift slightly, turning to look at him, your heart pounding as you search his eyes, barely able to breathe. 

“Tell me,” you whisper, your voice almost a plea.

His gaze softens, an unmistakable warmth filling his expression as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. 

“I love you.”

The words settle between you, simple but perfect, like they were always meant to be there. Your heart feels like it’s soaring, every nerve in your body alive with the thrill of it, of finally hearing what you’d been aching to hear.

You break into a smile, biting your lip, feeling giddy and light, and without a second thought, you lean forward, kissing him softly, your hand finding his as you whisper back, “I love you too.”

And as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that feels like home, you realize that, for the first time, everything feels right.

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[tanadrin]

And God said, "Behold! I have created the fourth primordial force: the weak interaction!"

And the angels all clapped and nodded politely, and there was a long silence; and finally Verchiel, the Angel of Grace, spoke up and asked, "Er, what exactly does it do, O Fashioner?"

And God said, "What do you mean, 'what does it do?' It's the fourth fundamental force of the universe."

And Verchiel said, "You mentioned that. Um. But it's just that the other three sort of have a brand, you know? Gravity helps build large-scale structures, acts over vast cosmic distances, shapes time and space. The strong force is secret, hidden, binding together quarks and all that. Electromagnetism, very cool stuff, somewhere in between. We're all big fans of the whole magnetic monopole double bluff, very clever. But, er. What does this 'weak interaction' do?"

And God said, "It mediates radioactive decay. Sort of."

And Verchiel said, "Radioactive decay? All radioactive decay?"

And God said, "No. Just some kinds."

And Zephaniel, the Chief of the Ishim spoke, and he said, "A whole independent force just to mediate some kinds of radioactive decay?"

And God said, "Well. Not totally independent. Technically it's related to electromagnetism."

And Zephaniel said, "Wait, it's not even a real force?"

And God said, "It's totally a real force. It's just that it's one aspect of a combined electromagnetic and weak force. An electro-weak force, if you will."

And Metatron, the Celestial Scribe, scratched his head at this, but said nothing.

And Cambiel, the Angel of Transformation, said, "Maybe you can walk us through it from the top."

And God Sighed an immense Sigh, and said, "All right, fine.

"So the way it works is that all of space and time is permeated by a field that has imaginary mass."

And Cambiel said, "Imaginary mass, O Generous Provider?"

And God said, "Yes, imaginary mass. It's tachyonic, d'you see?"

And Sarathiel, the Angel of Discipline, said, "Wait a minute, I thought we agreed nothing was going to travel faster than light? All that 'c' business and the whole Lorentz transformation thing. What's happening with that?"

And God said, "Let me finish. The field is tachyonic. The particles in the field all move slower than light."

And Sarathiel had to think about this for a second.

And God said, "The point is, a field with imaginary mass has a non-zero vacuum expectation value."

And this really gave Sarathiel trouble, since he had never been very good at math.

And God, seeing this, went back to explain. "Most fields, like the electromagnetic field, have no effect when they are at their lowest energy state. It's like they're not there at all. If you give a field imaginary mass, then it vanishes only when it's at a very high energy state, and at a low energy state, it has a nonzero value everywhere."

And Sarathiel nodded, but he was confused, because he didn't understand why God would create such a thing.

But Verchiel thought he saw where God was going with this, and he was amazed.

"Truly, you are cunning beyond measure, O Only One Certainly Sound and Genuine in Truth! Only now do I understand your design! For in order to make the universe homogenous and isotropic, it is necessary that all large-scale fluctuations in temperature and mass must be evened out early in the history of the cosmos; and therefore, you have designed a field which will rapidly expand space after the Big Bang, many orders of magnitude in brief moments, and then swiftly and spontaneously decay as it gives up the energy it began with, giving rise to radiation and particles of all kinds as it does, which will condense into the material universe! It is a wonder to behold."

And God said, "What? No. I mean I did, but this isn't the inflaton field I'm talking about. This is something else."

And Verchiel said, "Wait, it's not?"

And God said, "No, I'm going to use a different field to drive cosmic inflation. The properties of this field are totally different."

And now Verchiel was also confused, and lapsed into silence.

And God said, "Like I was saying, this field is a scalar field with imaginary mass, and it does spontaneously decay to a ground state with a non-zero value. But it's not the inflaton field. Instead it combines with the W1, W2, W3, and B bosons."

And Metatron began to flip back through the pages of the Heavenly Record trying to figure out where he'd lost the thread.

And Zephaniel said, "The what bosons?"

And God said, "The W1, W2, W3, and B bosons. I'm sure I mentioned them. You know, the massless bosons?"

And Zephaniel said, "I'm pretty sure we only talked about the W+, W-, and Z0 bosons. All of which you said were going to have mass, O Owner of All Sovereignty."

And God said, "Yes, but this is how they get them, you see. Once this field acquires a nonzero value everywhere, the massless bosons interact with it and get mass. Well, some of them do. They turn into the W+, W-, and Z0 boson. And the photon."

And Zephaniel said, "…and the photon, O Accepter of Invocation?"

And God said, "Well, I did say I was going to unify the electromagnetic force and the weak interaction, didn't I? This is how. Above the critical temperature--right now I'm thinking 10^15 K, but I'm open to feedback on that one--electromagnetism and the weak force act as a single unifying force. Below that temperature, the field gets a nonzero value, you get three massive bosons to mediate the weak interaction, and the photon pops out seperately."

And Zephaniel said, "That seems… a bit overly complicated, doesn't it, O Reinstater Who Brings Back All?"

And God said, "No, it's exactly what we need. Look, that way the W and Z bosons have something to do, but the weak interaction still only travels short distances. Gravity is still the star of the show on cosmic scales, as it were. But now quarks and leptons can swap their flavor!"

And Zephaniel said, rather weakly, "Their… flavor, O Source of Good?"

And God said, "It's this new quantum number I'm trying out, to give the three generations of matter more unique identities."

And Cambiel said, "Three generations of matter? Now I'm really confused."

And God said, "I'm sure I mentioned this. You've got the lightest quarks and leptons, and then two heavier versions of each that can decay into the lighter versions."

And Cambiel said, "What do they do? New kinds of chemistry, is it?"

And God said, "Well, no. Mostly they just decay in a couple microseconds. Or even faster."

And Zephaniel began to rub his temples, and Cambiel sniffed.

And Cambiel said, "This all seems a bit ad hoc to me. Not really the stuff of an elegant and obviously ordered Creation. Why not have four generations of matter? Why not a trillion?"

And God began to grow irritable, and said, "Well, that's not really up to you, now is it? We're going to have three generations of matter, and the electroweak force, and that's that!"

And Zephaniel said, "As long as we are unifying fundamental forces, perhaps we could somehow also unify the electroweak interaction with the strong interaction, or even gravity."

And God hesitated saying, "Well, I haven't decided about that yet. I'm not sure I want gravity to be quantized, you know? Seems to take some of the geometric elegance out of general relativity."

And now it was Zephaniel's turn to sigh, and he bowed his head. "As you wish, O Possessor of Authority of Decisions and Judgement."