#now its really shorter and minty

[fruityumbrella]

hello i'm here for the wip game and i'm picking scraps!!! 👀 👀 👀

yay scraps!!! thats the one ive been working on the most lately, started off as a random snippet of a scene (the doc is called scraps bc ive got two other fic ideas there just so i dont forget them if i ever wanna explore them later. 12.75/13k of the words are for this story now 😭)

looking for an excerpt but its 90% nsfw and every sequence is very long winded, but i love robin and sanji, so here's a little scene w them that also reveals a little of what the fics about..

He’d run into her while lingering in a clothing shop a few islands ago, so fucking guilty and ashamed, and entirely caught out, that he hadn’t even gotten five words into an excuse before giving up. And really, there was no point. It was Robin. She’s smart enough to put two and two together even if most others would have chalked it up to some weird girl-crazy antic of his.

She was, as always, good enough not to pry, but she didn’t pretend not to see him and leave either. Maybe she knew that would have sent Sanji into a spiral. Instead, she ran a critical eye over the racks and pulled out a black, knee length skirt, neither flowy nor skintight, and held it up for him to examine. He had stared blankly for a minute, still trying to reorient himself to the situation but eventually calmed by her warm expression. He nodded slowly, and she smiled in that sweet way that was reserved for nakama. She added the skirt to the items neatly slung over her arm, and he accompanied her while she finished browsing. When he tried to pay she laughed him off, telling him he shouldn’t waste his budget before he’d seen the island delicacies in the market.

and ok i couldnt resist adding another short bit that's way more indicative of the overall tone here but i put it under the cut so this post isnt crazy long + its a little suggestive ig and im shy

“If I took you every time I wanted you, Cook…” he rakes his eye over Sanji with that familiar feral look, only this time it's unbridled. There's almost no Zoro left beneath the beast. He trails off with a harsh bark of laughter that makes Sanji shudder. He can’t get his thoughts together, everything spinning wildly out of his control; Zoro’s anger and frustration, the harsh reality he’s just painted, so different from how Sanji remembers things; the obvious, overwhelming desire that matches the fire in Sanji’s belly. It’s all too much to process. All he can focus on right now is keeping Zoro with him, on him, making him stay. “Then take,” he rasps. He has a hard grip on Zoro's arm, nails digging in to stop him leaving. “I'm right here. Take me.” He still has that mean glint. “Right here?”  Sanji pulls until Zoro is pressing him into the mast. “Yes. Here.”

[perseephoneee]

four times we almost kissed and the one time we did (kol mikaelson x f!reader)

warnings: slight blood sharing, mostly frusteration

a/n: unfortunately for my sanity, i have fallen in love with kol. why? i couldn't tell you. the actor drives me up a fucking wall. but the character? i am down for bad. so here ya go. feel free to request more kol or over tvdu characters!!

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[1] First meeting

Magic has existed in New Orleans for as long as anyone can remember. The prevalence of voodoo-- NOLA's most giant "tourist trap"-- originated in 1791 with enslaved West Africans who moved to Louisiana to grow a community for as many free people of color. That spirit meant that many of its inhabitants descended from that original society or were drawn here for its magical properties. Your family was one of the latter, a bunch of witches seeking solace in a place that nurtured it. Except with magic came strife, and eventually, other creatures came knocking at the door. Enter the Mikaelsons, New Orlean's resident vampire family that was always at the center of whatever drama was happening. Right now, something involving all those magically oriented. 

You made it a point to stay clear of the fight. Not because you didn't care– you did– but because it wasn't your fight to be had. That's how you stayed alive in this neighborhood; you knew where to stick your nose and when to stay clear. Besides, all the commotion with one of the Harvest girls (Cassie, you believe her name was) and the witch's distaste of vampires meant tensions were high. You could help the community from the background anyway; you didn't need to make yourself known.

At least, that's what you hoped. But things rarely turned out how you wanted, and this was one of those times. Walking through the back streets of NOLA was never an excellent idea, but it was shorter, and you just wanted to get to the metaphysical supply store before it closed. You needed more laurel leaves to create protection charms around your house, especially with the uptake in strife in the recent year. 

Which is how you came upon a witch killing three vampires in the alley.

You wanted to turn on your heel and leave, but the witch noticed you before you could. You didn't recognize him, so you were unsure what coven he belonged to. He was tall enough to probably tower over you, with golden curly hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut your fingers if you touched it. He was unbelievably handsome, and you hated that it caught your breath.

"You shouldn't be here, luv," he crooned, his English accent thick. He sauntered down the alley, coming up to you with narrowed eyes. 

"I don't recognize you," you countered, shifting your weight as you crossed your arms. It's best not to let him know that you're flustered.

"New in town," he smiled, a cocky grin that told you that he absolutely knew the effect he had on women. It left a bad taste in your mouth. "New Orleans is a big city; I'm surprised you would know everyone."

"I know witches," you said, peering up at him. 

"Ah, are you a magical thing yourself?"

"What do you think?" You arched a brow. He stepped closer, reaching up to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger. You recoiled slightly but didn't pull back. Never show fear; that's one thing this town taught you. 

"I think you're a pretty young thing," he hummed. "I'm Kol." He peered at you as if waiting for you to offer your name. You didn't. 

"Not interested," you pulled back from him, letting the hair he had touched fall back in front of your face. He stepped back into your space.

"I don't know, darling," he smiled, leaning closer so his breath fanned your face. It was minty like he had just had an Altoid. "I think you're interested." You hated admitting that this tall, handsome stranger (such a cliche) was right. And you really hated that if you leaned up slightly, you could feel the warmth from his lips. He stepped back, though, hands in his pockets. The same hands that had used magic to wrangle the undead life of the vampires behind him. You took that as a sign to start to leave, walking backward before turning on your heel and ignoring the gaze of the witch behind you. 

"Never got your name!" He chimed. You smiled to yourself.

"Figure it out yourself."

[2] Cemetery watch

Disgruntled. That's how you felt. Chaos had grown over the past weeks, but you didn't see Kol again. A sliver of disappointment, as you did find him cute, but also a relief. You know enough flirtatious bastards to not want to add more to your life.

You weren't thinking about him today, though. You were thinking about your grandmother, who lived in the cemetery right outside your block. A popular cemetery for Wiccan rituals, it made sense for your grandma (the high priestess of your family) to be buried there with heavy praise. 

You were laying a combination of roses, lavender, and rosemary for protection when the hair on your neck stood up. Feeling a presence, you soon turn around, making eye contact with the stranger who approached you. 

Definitely not a witch; his aura was too dark for that. He was tall, with tousled brown hair and eyes that lingered on you for far too long. He was cute, though, even if he was dangerous.

"Hello darling," he purrs, stalking closer. 

"Can I help you?" You sigh, crossing your arms as you peer at him with suspicion. He wears a cocky smile and a look that tells you he would love to have a taste.

"Don't remember me? I'm hurt," he puts a hand on his chest, feigning pain. You look at him closely, but the only recognition is in the pet name. Darling. Not many people called you darling. 

"Kol," you said. "You're shorter." His face had a hint of shock before settling into amusement. 

"That was uncalled for," he laughed, walking closer to you. In closer proximity, you could see that he was, in fact, very handsome, and he was definitely aware of that. 

"I'm reiterating my previous question, can I help you?"

"When my family sent me on this mission to track down the 'wisest witch in the quarter,' I was not expecting you," he looked down at you with gold-flecked eyes. "The beautiful girl who wouldn't give me her name. Except now I know it's Y/N."

"I thought you were a witch," you took a hesitant step back, trying to create space. 

"Temporarily," he sighed. "Now I'm back in my original form of vampire." The way he said it gave you pause, as if he was resigned to the fact but not happy about it. You could relate. If you lost your magic, you would be devastated. 

"You said something about your family?" you coughed, changing the subject. 

"There's someone working against them, and we would prefer if they don't kill us," Kol shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the clouds above. "People tend to hate us, Mikaelsons."

"You're a Mikaelson?" you hissed. It was because of the Mikaelsons your home was in constant disaster. "Why should I help you? Any of you?"

"For the most part, we don't want to cause trouble. It just tends to find us. Helping eliminate a threat means fewer problems in the quarter," Kol sighed, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek, delicate as if touching the grass in a meadow. "Also, you'd get to spend time with me."

"Why would I want to spend time with you?" you breathed, voice wavering slightly. Curse your damn hormones for being swayed by a vampire of all creatures. His thumb came under your chin, allowing him to bring your face closer to his. Kol smelled like fresh snow and evergreens, and you knew that if he leaned a little bit closer, you wouldn't stop him. In the process, likely offend the ghost of your grandmother who was probably rolling her eyes at you right now. Before you could offend all the ancestors with your choices, Kol stepped back, resuming his cocky grin and leaving your breath lodged in your throat. Without a second thought of the implications, you made your decision.

"Fine, I'll help you."

[3] Late night spell-casting

Late nights in the Mikaelson compound meant one thing. Coffee, and lots of it. 

You made a deal with the Mikaelsons after you agreed to help them that in exchange for your time, they had to buy you cafe drinks whenever you liked it. Elijah was the most taken aback, but Kol chuckled as if he found you amusing. Still, they found it a small price, not expecting how much you valued your drinks. Most nights, it was coffee, sometimes tea, or even hot cocoa. Quite honestly, you just liked having the power to make them run around. 

You sat at one of their many couches, a book of shadows in your lap and a notepad in your hands as you made quick notes about possible spells that could combat the evil at hand. A couple of ideas swam in your head, but you wanted to exhaust your options before risking anyone else's life with a botched spell. Still, you had been at it for hours and started getting sleepy. You yawned, feeling your eyes close slightly. Thankfully, footsteps alerting you to the presence of one of the originals had you sitting up and shaking off your fatigue. Unfortunately, that original was Kol with your coffee order. 

Kol was precisely what you thought he would be. Flirtatious, cocky, impulsive, and too attractive for his own good. You hated when murderers were cute; it made life confusing. There were moments, though, when the two of you were performing recon or pouring over spell books that you saw a side of him that only showed when his guard wasn't up. He was calmer, more academic, and a lot more unsure of himself. The only thing you hated about seeing that side is it made you like him more. 

"How's my witchling doing?" he chimed, dropping off your coffee and settling beside you on the couch. You told him that being called darling felt ridiculous, so instead, he found a new nickname, which was even worse. 

"The usual, I suppose," you yawned again, leaning your head against the back of the couch. 

"Take a break."

"You realize it's your life on the line, right?" you huffed, turning to look at him. 

"My life will always be in danger, Y/N," Kol hummed, taking your books out of your lap with a minor protest from you. "That's not going to change tonight."

"Don't underestimate me," you grabbed your cup, taking a deep sip and looking at him over the lid. 

"I would never underestimate you," he grabbed your coffee and stole a sip himself, earning a growl from you. "Half the things you say shock and confuse me."

"It's my charm."

"Let's do something fun," Kol stood up, trying to drag you with him. "Research is bloody boring."

"We have two very different ideas of 'fun,' Mikaelson," you curled up into a ball on the couch, peering up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. An idea sparked in your head, and you turned a devilish smile to the brunette. "How about tarot cards?"

You found an old deck in the compound, creating a space on the table in the central area to lay out the spread. Even though having your cards would be better, you thought you could probably make do with these. You gave Kol the cards to shuffle and watched as he spent meticulous time connecting with the cards before handing the deck back to you. You started laying out the cards on the table, forming a cross with four cards separate on the side. You tucked your legs underneath you, curling up on the floor so you were huddled by the table. Kol joined you, his back against the couch as he peered at you straightening up the cards. 

"You realize you're going to flip them over, right?"

"Shut up, Mikaelson," you chimed, finishing your organization. He watched you with a small smile, and you made the effort to ignore his stare. "We'll start with your Present card."

“Boring,” Kol sing-songed. "Tell me my future."

"I have to go in order, to give an accurate reading."

"Darling, the cards are already laid out; you can do whatever you want," Kol leaned closer to you, squinting his eyes in amusement. "I live my life in futures; who cares about the past?"

Sighing, you decided to obey the nosey vampire and flip over his cards for Future and Near Future. The two cards revealed were the Lovers and Ace of Cups, respectively. 

"In your Future is a strong romantic relationship," you start, pointing out the Lovers card featuring two swans intertwined. "This correlates to the Ace of Cups, which signifies new beginnings. Since the Ace of Cups is in your near future, you'll likely encounter someone you'll soon develop a deep, long-lasting relationship with." You turn your eyes to Kol, raising an eyebrow. "Shocking, considering your personality."

"It's not that shocking," Kol quipped, leaning closer to you. "We're here, aren't we?"

His pupils were enlarged as he gazed upon you, and his glance to your lips told you exactly where his mind was. You couldn't deny you weren't thinking the same thing. It didn't help that Kol was dangerous in an enticing way. Ignoring all rational thought, you leaned in closer, nudging his nose with yours. Your heart was beating erratically, and you heard the sharp intake of breath he took. His fingers traced up your arm, each finger leaving goosebumps in their wake. What were you doing?

"How's the research going?" a voice called from the hallway. You scooted away immediately, but Kol stayed where he was. His jaw clenched as he suppressed a growl. Freya appeared, not aware of the situation and probably not caring anyway. 

"I have a few ideas," you coughed, taking a deep breath to calm your beating heart. 

"Great, I'd love to hear them so I can stop having stressful dreams," Freya chuckled, moving over to the couch. You sent Kol a glance as you passed your journal to Freya. The look he gave you told you that what started wasn't over. And the worst part was you didn't want it to be over. 

[4] Injured after a fight

A headache. That's what you were nursing. 

A sharp ringing pierced through your ears, the lights above you blurring into a bad abstract painting. A figure appeared above you, and you slowly registered that it was calling your name. You squinted your eyes, the action causing a splitting pain as the shape of Kol formed in front of you. Worry creased his brows, and blood splattered his face. 

"Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?" Kol asked, cradling your head. You nodded, grabbing his arms to help pull yourself up. Chaos was erupting around you, and the stifling smell of magic was enough to knock you out again. That's what had happened. It was an ambush, and despite your abilities, you were blasted back into a wall, probably with a concussion and broken bones. It was times like this when you were envious of a vampire's healing skills. "I need to get you out of here."

"They need our help," you grimaced, catching Klaus ripping off someone's arms in the background. Kol caught your gaze and bothered with a slight smirk. 

"I'm sure Nik is fully capable of handling himself. Plus, my other siblings are here, and Freya called Vincent. They won't miss us."

"I'll be fine," you tried to say, but it ended in a wheeze as the effort of sitting up caused pain in your lungs. 

"You will not. Can you stand?" Kol watched you struggle for a second before picking you up. In a normal situation, you would've complained, but considering all you felt was ow ow ow ow ow you thought better than to complain. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he sped out of the scene and back to the compound. Kol laid you gently on the couch, kneeling before you, biting into his wrist and holding it to your lips. "You need to drink."

"I don't want to be a vampire," you mumbled, brushing a hand across your forehead. Your fingers held blood on them, and you became dizzy with that knowledge.

"I won't let that happen now, drink," Kol insisted, his voice having a hard edge. Considering he was a stubborn bastard, you relented. You hesitantly grabbed his wrist and brought it up to your mouth. The blood slid down your throat cleanly, but you had to suppress the urge to gag anyway since it was blood. You felt your bones click into place, and your headache dull to a memory. You finally looked up, catching Kol's gaze on you. How was it intensely erotic to have someone watch you drink their blood? There must be therapy for issues like this, but you didn't really care. How he looked at you was akin to a predator waiting to devour its next meal. You knew if you let him, he would fulfill every potential vampire fantasy one could have. He touched your cheek, touching your lips where his blood was just a second ago. He pulled away, red coating his fingers, and you suppressed a groan when he sucked the leftover blood. 

"Kol," you whispered, your voice raspy. He sat up at eye level, leaning down as if to kiss you. Of course, things weren't that easy, as his family burst into the compound right at that moment. You wanted to let out a scream of frustration but ended up being caught off guard by Klaus dropping a head by the entryway. 

"Glad to see our little witch is okay," Klaus chimed, looking pretty proud of himself. If Kol were a cartoon character, he'd blow smoke out of his ears. 

"I'm alive," you sighed. Klaus walked over, ignoring his brother's glares, and patted you on the shoulder. That was the closest thing to the affection you were getting from the hybrid. As the rest of the family delved into a conversation about the ambush, you finally got up and looked at the original kneeling on the ground before you. "We'll finish this later," you smiled, pretending to ignore the slight growl that left Kol's mouth as you walked off. 

[5] Evil has passed

"I thought you would've left."

Kol stood in the entryway of his bedroom at the Mikaelson home while you stood (guilty) by his bookshelf. 

"I was returning this book I borrowed from you," you said innocently. Putting the book back on the shelf, you turned to the man before you, trying his best to plaster on a convincing smile. The threat has passed, your job was over, and yet you were melancholy. These people had caused problems throughout your home since they arrived, yet your temporary alliance ending was something of sadness. You were tired of pretending it was for any reason other than Kol. Kol started as an annoying individual who sought to drive you up the wall, but now was someone you saw a kinship with. Your long talks on history and adventures across the globe were moments where you saw his guard fall, and you loved every second of it. It helped that he was pretty to look at. 

"I guess this means goodbye then, doesn't it witchling?" Kol sighed, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. You could swear he sounded disappointed, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. 

"Depends," you crossed your arms. "I could be persuaded to come back."

"Persuaded?" Kol inquired, that mischievous glint in his eyes telling you he would ensure a way to keep you around. "Any particular reason?"

"If someone wanted me around, I guess," you smiled, a tiny grin but good enough for Kol to stroll towards you until he towered over your figure. 

"I'll give you a good reason," Kol murmured, a devilish smirk on his lips. "Something that we kept getting interrupted for in the past." He cupped your face in his hands, lowering his lips so they were a hairsbreadth from yours. 

"Don't be a tease," you breathed. Letting out a dark chuckle, he pressed his lips to yours. It was surprisingly light, not hungry like his usual personality. He tasted like a fresh snowstorm and an evergreen forest, and you know you could get drunk on that alone. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you brought him closer to you, deepening the kiss and earning a light groan from the vampire. Kol's hands tangled in your hair, one of them going to hold your waist. Every touch of his was coldfire, and you were so glad that you were finally alone to burn in him. He tilted your head back, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat that caused you let out a moan. He nipped the junction of your neck and shoulder, kissing over it until he was back at your lips again, leaving a searing kiss. Kol pulled away, glancing at you with eyes abysmal. "What took you so long to do that?" you breathed, a grin covering your face as Kol laughed, kissing the corner of your mouth. 

"You're all mine now," Kol smiled, kissing you again. "Always and forever."

[aliengirl]

new year, new me

[jkknight98]

Glattly Apparitions

I’m so tired but I really wanted to get this story out before my days get any crazier, so heres my Schlatt reader insert story that was requested of me. its a followup to my previous story so I hope you all enjoy this. Remember to drink water and eat something today~

And my minty marshmellow child I swear if you keep complementing me like that I will mentally scream 

Warning: soft vore

“ Look I don’t like this any more than you do… but I have to see what this book leads to…. And if it’s who I think it is.” You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped you as you looked solemnly into the eyes of your closest ally, it had been a long time since you had seen Quackity so shaken from receiving a random book, but you could understand why after he showed you the contents inside; even if the book said not to. You could clearly remember those nicknames rumbling around you as you were forced to stew in the gut of the previous ‘emperor of the SMP, as well as other things that were said to Quackity during that time, something that you confided to him later, and allowed the two of you to become closer while you both were subjected to Schlatts influence. 

“Are you sure it’s a good idea though, if it is him it could be a ploy to get you back under his thumb, why can’t you just ignore it?” You gently reached out to lay a hand on the shorter male’s shoulder, trying to give as much comfort as you could, but you could easily see the determined look in his eyes as he shook off your hand, he was going to go no matter what you said to him. You took a deep sigh as you walked to look out the giant window before you, looking out at the massive construction around the desert,” at least be careful when you go, you can’t leave me here to run your new country if you don’t come back.” This made the man smile slightly, but he didn’t speak as he left the building, disappearing into the unusual amount of rain that decided to fall. The weather seemed to share your unease as a flash of lightning illuminated the shape of your friend disappearing over the horizon on his trusty skeleton horse, you hoped that he would be ok.

*~*

You couldn’t help but glare in pure rage at the giant man before you as you shivered uncontrollably, Schlatt had let you out for a time to allow you to breathe some fresh air, but you didn’t expect to be tied upped and gagged on top of a giant bowl of ice cream. Schlatt only grinned at your expression,” I thought you would like this change, you always complain about being too hot inside of me, I decided I would reward your recent good behavior.” The giant spoon moved to take a portion of the vanilla mound to your left, leaving you to still sit on the mound of chocolate, the sweet smell was so strong and your skin felt sticky despite being so cold. You jerked when the spoon moved to take a portion of your seat, making you slide into the newly made duvet, making new parts of your skin freeze as it came in contact with the treat. Your body couldn’t stop shivering even when you curled up tighter, moving to ignore the ram hybrid as he continued to eat, trying to conserve your remaining body heat,” Is the ice cream too cold for you, how about I fix that..”

The words came out in that sickly sweet tone that always spelled trouble, and as you turned to look back up, you gave a muffled scream as hot fudge landed over your skin, the rapid temperature change making your skin scream in pain as the hot liquid filled your crevice. You had to strain to keep your head above the sticky liquid as the man laughed at your struggling,” aww, are you too hot now, who knew you would be so picky about temperature.” The spoon came back again and scraped away the last little bit of ice cream away and left yourself sitting at the bottom of the bowl still covered in the thankfully cooled fudge, your temperature finally equalizing to a normal temp.

Schlatt gave a low belch as he moved to set the spoon aside as he leaned back, looking mighty content with himself, which made you grumble to yourself in annoyance, but stopped when he leaned forward and placed his hand in his chin as he looked down on you with a wide smirk. “Looks like I just have a chocolate-covered sweet left, should I lick you clean and let things warm up inside, or just swallow you down into the ice cream?” He laughed as you began to curse at him again when his fingers lifted you from the bowl, leaving strands of semi-solid fudge draping from your skin,” I said I was going to be nice today so i'll just clean you for a bit, think of it as a heated massage.” 

You couldn’t help but flinch when your legs were slid into the hot maw, immediately smelling the faint scent of the ice cream that entered before you, and had to fight against the feeling of the teeth gently taking grip. The tongue was slow to begin moving across your legs, the hot and bumpy surface taking its time sliding over the skin and leaving hot saliva where fudge once laid. It moved to lick at the stupid licorice strands the asshole had used to tie your limbs so they could ‘dissolve later’ and pulled on it sharply, making you yelp as more of your body was pulled into cooler than normal maw. If your arms weren’t tied or held upwards you would have been tempted to grab a few of the black hair around the lips and give a firm yank, but that’s was the whole reason you had been tied up because you pulled this same stunt before.

You gave a low whine as your lower half was pulled out of the mouth and all of your weight was being placed on your arms still being held in Schlatt’s grasp, you could only watch the massive tongue swipe away the strands of saliva that trailed from you back to his lips as the man sighed,” Damn I can’t get enough of your taste, aren’t I lucky to have such a delicious treat just to myself.” The words were almost enough to make you flushed, but you shook your head as you just kept your expression mostly neutral to his current actions. You could only give a muffled groan of annoyance as the giant hand adjusted its grip and the giant mouth opened and your upper half was placed inside, the tongue taking great pleasure in smothering your face with its advances. The noises were just as deafening as they always were, the rumbling hums that shook you to your core, the sloshing of the tongue moving against both your skin and the rest of the mouth around you; sounds you've become used to.

You squint your eyes shut as the tongue took a extra long swipe at your face before your surroundings started to tip forward to the deep blackness of the man's throat, towards the stomach that was gurgling loudly as it processed the ice cream that came before you, but was equally happy to welcome you into its embrace. You let your body relax and your head and shoulders were gripped by the firm throat muscles as Schlatt took the first swallow. It was easier just to let the muscles pull you down without fighting, plus it didn't give your devourer any more satisfaction that he needed. You felt the goading press from the outside as you were further swallowed, but you continued to shallowly breath as you were pulled into the tighter reajon of the chest and were subjected to the booming heart and lungs.

It was not pleasant to be shoved into the soupy mixture of melted ice cream and stomach fluids with yours ams tied, the heat was just as suffocating as it normally was as the walls seemed to press into you in ‘greeting’, clenching tighter as Schlatt let out a loud belch and you could feel a firm pressure press in against the side you assumed to be the front,” It’s no fun when you don’t squirm, where's the butterfly in my stomach?” The infuriating nickname he had recently begun to use caused you to kick out against the walls just to get him to leave you alone, and from the contented sigh that rumbled your surroundings, hopefully you would get your wish. You could only let out your own sigh as you leaned back against the plush walls, closing your eyes and focusing on the warmth and actually relaxing heartbeat-

*~*

And opened your eyes to find yourself laying in your bed in Las Nevadas, your covers wrapped around you in knots, making your dream self relive one of your shrunken days with Schlatt. It didn’t help that your worst nightmares may be realized once Quackity comes back after following that note. Your hands slowly detangled themselves from the sheets and moved to press against your own face as you gave a low groan, the nightmares you thought you finally moved past were coming back in full force. You slowly detailed the rest of your body and moved to stand up from your bed, you didn’t have time to sit and mope, you had to keep doing your job.

>.<

 You brought your hand up to wipe the sweat off your brow as you looked over your handiwork, it looked like you made your own mini oasis in the middle of the desert, a spot of natural color when compared to the sands and overly bright casino buildings that were slowly forming around you, but you really needed a drink. Walking into the building you were surprised to see Quackity waiting in the center lobby, holding a very bittersweet smile on his face, “ Quackity, Why didn’t you tell me you got back,” You rushed over and gently took him by the arms, checking him for any injuries but thankfully finding none,” are you ok? “

You were shushed quickly as the man pulled you into a quick hug, shaking slightly as he took a deep breath in,” I’m fine.. I’m Fine… but there’s something I’ve got to both tell and show you..” You listened quietly as Quackity told his tail, talking about how long it was and the underground gym he found...and the subject of both your collective nightmares he found. “I agreed to a bet with him, If I won he would work for me here, but I lost..” He stopped before the doors of his office and sighed, looking extremely stressed, gripping at his hair and tried to control his breathing. You placed a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him, but he only gave you another bittersweet smile as he placed his hands on the door,” I’m so sorry” and quickly threw it open.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you took in the sight before you, sitting in one of the semi plush chairs and holding a glass full of Whiskey in a greyish hand was Schlatt. He looked every bit as you remembered him before he died, other than the monotone color scheme, but his horns were a devilish bright red. He glanced away from the window when he heard the door open, looking slightly annoyed at first, but then his eyes landed on you. His expression quickly changed as he looked you up and down, a wide smile spreading across his face as he leaned forward in clear excitement.

“There’s my Butterfly”.

[barnesandco]

Little Hands (V)

Series Masterlist

Bucky treats you to a day out. 

This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingo​ 2021. Word count: 1625. Square filled: “Lucky (Clint’s dog)”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Police. Sad child.

A/N: This is so late and I am so sorry. Let me know what you think! And massive thank you’s to anyone who is still reading this disaster.

Morning brings a new perspective, a new ease in the way Bucky moves around Ana. He pretends he doesn’t know that you witnessed the way they bonded last night, and for that benefit you don’t bring it up. It’s discussed and laid to rest with the intelligent smile you give him, one that he lets dissolve through his sternum and curl around his heart. Tendrils of soft hope, wisps of quiet connection, strengthening the friendship you’ve established and glinting with promise of something more.

Something more might have to wait, but Bucky thinks you’ve made it clear that it is there, on the horizon, awaiting you both. A future, one that, on his part, also involves the little soul that sits on top of the kitchen island, swinging her legs into the cabinets. Children are early risers, and so are superheroes, but today, on this cool morning, Anastasia has them beat.

So, it’s just the three of you. Bucky, and Anastasia, and you. You’re cutting up fruit and washing berries for the pancakes he’s making while you also remotely monitor the tea. A minty brew, warm, topped with honey and lemon, sharp enough to wake lingering drowsiness while still soothing, syrup-soft. You know your stuff, and Bucky’s glad to have a change of pace after a fast week of too much too strong too sweet coffee, even if he chooses to have it that way.

This particular change of pace would give him whiplash if not for the fact that he got a good night’s sleep, Anastasia’s nightmares notwithstanding. It has strengthened his resolve to find her a child psychologist, somebody who can help her better than he can, once this ordeal with Tobias Zola is over and they are all safe.

He needs to keep her safe. It was her mother’s – no, her final caretaker’s – last wish and request, and now that they are tied by blood, it has become his. She really looks so much like him. Her hair hasn’t developed the same brown yet, it’s still a shade lighter, with hints of golden for the lesser age, the summer sun bleaching that has yet to pass. It’s curly like his never was, likely an affectation of whatever female contribution is in her genetics.

Her genetics. Bucky shakes his head at the frying pan. He doesn’t want to sound like one of the scientists that put her into this situation, into this cruel, cruel world.

A clearing of your throat breaks him out of the thought bubble, and he flips the last pancake out of the pan and onto a plate, much to Anastasia’s delight. The ensuing giggle is the closest thing he’s heard to laughter from the kid. That’s not good. Children need laughter. He makes himself, and Ana, a silent promise to be more uplifting.

“Do you think we could leave the Compound, today?” You ask, out of nowhere, as you place the assorted fruit on the table. Ana, whose hands is halfway to the strawberries, stops as she waits on Bucky’s answer. Clearly, this is something she wants, too. Who is he to deny them?

“Sure. Fury might want us to take some security measures, but we should be fine.”

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That’s how they wind up at an ice cream parlor by 10 am, after the security has been cleared with Fury and Sam, and the only addition to their little team is Lucky, a dog apparently shared by Clint and his protégé in the city, one Kate Bishop. They’ve been told that while not a trained security dog, Lucky has sensors that will let Kate know if they’re in danger, and she can provide and send further backup. The rest of the Avengers are busy with tracking down leads to Zola.

Bucky knows he can protect you and Ana just fine, should need be, and isn’t worried about the fact that the only bodyguard they’ve been provided with is canine. Ana has bonded with the dog and walks with one hand in the fur by its shoulder and the other in his own hand, her eyes flitting between the sights of the city and her companions. Her caretakers. Her guardians.

The ice cream place is a little business that another one of Steve’s children is working at on weekends. is a head shorter than Bucky, and terrifies the living wits out of him. She’s one hell of a people watcher, she has a sweet tooth and a thing for Jane Austen, and the world is lucky her foremost interest is in dessert making and not something far more nefarious, like say, espionage.

She greets Bucky at the door with a hug and shakes both your and Ana’s hands, and lets you all sit outside so you can be with Lucky. The rusty fall sun makes Lucky’s fur shine like spun gold and light Ana up in hues of ruby and topaz, and you turn your face to the light and sigh.

For a moment, the world is quiet. For a moment, the scent of sugar crystallizes on his face like the sensation of rightness does. And when it ends, it’s not with a crash landing. It’s a gentle reorientation. You open your eyes, look at him with immeasurable affection. Ana pets Lucky. Vivien says, “Let me know when you’re ready to order, Uncle Bucky,” and puts a menu on the table.

You decide on a mango ice cream shake, Bucky wants an Oreo sundae, and Ana, of course, demands the largest dish on the menu, the one whose picture is emblazoned across a good quarter of the laminated card. A massive ice cream and berry split.

When your order arrives, Anastasia laughs for the second time. Bucky thinks he should say something, make a joke, conversation, but in this moment, nothing else could feel so forced. He’s a man of few words and many services. That’s how he chooses to love, and Ana can see that. You can see that.

It's why you nod affirmingly when he meets your eyes over Ana’s mountain of ice cream. You carry entire sentences in your glances, words of silent confidence, the fuel he is feeding on right now.

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Ana is happy. The world, if for a few hours, is right. He knows it cannot last, even now, walking back to the car after a morning and afternoon of joy, arms laden down with bags of new things, treats he never had but can now provide. Despite the resignation that has started to weigh on him, he reminds himself: his daughter has a home. She will be safe, and he will take care of her, no matter what it takes.

-----

The car ride back is louder than he anticipated. You give the music a go, playing something by Raveena, a sweet voice he likes but that Ana talks over, making quite the chaotic symphony that he likes even more. Lucky contributes the occasional bright bark that makes Ana laugh, pausing her incessant chatter, if momentarily.

Mostly, she talks about what she saw, the things she has now started to process, asks questions about the stores she did not previously have the luxury to, presumably because her previous guardian didn’t have the means, and besides, they were on the run.

He’s grateful to her. Irene. Before he was confused but now it is obvious: Ana is his daughter, and he wants her as much as any other parent does their child, even if the way she was thrown into her life was unconventional, to say the least.

Looking at her in the rearview mirror as she twists in her seat to reach Lucky in the back, he knows he will move heaven and earth to remove the threats in her path. It makes him dangerous. It makes him a father.

“You okay?” You ask, following his gaze, and Bucky smiles, eyes returning to the road.

“Never better.”

Your hand finds his where it takes a break from the steering wheel to rest on his knee. He twists your joined hands until he can hold yours. Squeezes it, as if to say, thank you. As if to say, we’ll all be okay.

-----

Turns out, he’s wrong, and this is why you should never rely on routines. Promises are made to be broken. When they get back, the NYPD is waiting, and not to update them on the case. He sees the waiting handcuffs, and he knows you do, too.

You make the right move, trying to usher Ana out of the room with some excuse or other, but it’s too late. Her instincts have latched onto the fact that something is very, very wrong.

The DA says, “James Buchanan Barnes, you’re under arrest as a suspect in the murder of Irene Orlov,” and Ana screams, and screams, and screams.

Bucky tries not to close his eyes, knows it’s too late to put his hands over his ears as cuffs close around his wrists. Besides, he needs to show that he understands the charges, and yes, they’re reading him his Miranda rights, and yes, he understands.

He’s innocent. And his team will prove it. But it’s no use arguing with these people, so he goes silently, even as he hears Sam, Steve and Nat going at it with the police chief in the dull background of Ana’s roar. It’s no use. The police wouldn’t be here without reason, and they’ll let him go when his team finds them reason to.

Everything is going to be okay, he tells himself. It has to. Because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if it isn’t.

Bucky sees you, tear-sodden and holding onto a distraught Ana, in the reflection of the glass doors before they slide open.

[vixenpen]

Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

[akitaauthority]

Hey Minty! I think this is my first time sending in a request so I'm glad to be here and I enjoy your blog💚! I wanted to ask for bots(doesn't have to be all of them I just don't have someone specific in mind) & Megatron's reaction to a human reader, that is a little shorter than Jack, running up and getting in front of Jack and slapping a digit away or maybe slapping his face if he's inclined to get so close. I'm talking about that episode where Megatron comes to base so they can go whoop Unicron or something? I know he didn't actually get near him really but I can imagine him getting down and probably just getting in his face maybe faking him out idk😅. They may be red n mildly sweaty but they give him a serious look when they do it. Thanks! 🙏

"I wanted to ask for bots(doesn't have to be all of them I just don't have someone specific in mind) & Megatron's reaction to a human reader, that is a little shorter than Jack, running up and getting in front of Jack and slapping a digit away or maybe slapping his face if he's inclined to get so close."

I placed them up on the balcony because I felt it would make more sense! I hope you enjoy and I apologize for leaving this unanswered for so long.

Megatron

He wasn’t going to do anything to the human at first, simply tease him and then join the others in front of the console to finish their plans. But then it had the nerve to toss something at him, so there he was, faceplate level with it so he could look him in the eye.

He stared into Jack's eyes, smirking a bit.

“So you are the one who managed to infiltrate my ships defenses.”

Jack paused for a moment, eyes wide in fear, but he took a step forward.

”W-what the hell do you want?”

Megatron scoffed, obviously entertained by whatever confidence Jack found himself riding on, he was seconds from prodding him with a finger when another squishy fleshy slammed its gross little body into his digit. He watched as it spread its arms in front of the other, panting heavily and obviously hurt from the action.

“LEAVE- LEAVE HIM ALONE!” it panted and sagged slightly.

Megatron found himself struggling to keep a straight face as it stared him down. This thing was trying to intimidate him!? Surely this can't be happening? Do these native lifeforms have a death wish?

Unable to hold it in any longer, he guffawed and drew the attention of the bots to him, all of them too busy in their planning to have noticed him before. Optimus, as expected, cleared the room in just a few steps. As he turned to face his enemy he heard the small metal door leading out of the balcony open and shut, and sneered at Optimus. A small part of him regretted having laughed so loudly, he hadn't finished interrogating the tall human! Of course, the small one raised some curiosity, what could they have possibly been thinking??

Optimus

It took a mere four seconds for Prime to clear the base floor and yank Megatron away from the balcony. He stared up into Megatron's optics, weapons systems clicking and sounding off as he tried to stay calm. Megatron took one sweeping glance around the room at everyone, then looked back to Optimus and grinned. He walked past him and back to the console with Ratchet. He began to discuss his plan as if he had done nothing potentially fatal.

Optimus huffed and turned to the balcony where (y/n) was peaking out of the door. He came to the balcony, and made sure to keep his movements slow as they came out of hiding, walking up to the railing.

They seemed to be fine, and had no problem when walking. Maybe they were just a bit shaken.

He ex-vented and leaned in, “(y/n)...while I do commend your efforts…,” he searched for the right words as he looked down at them.

They had begun to mess with the hem of their shirt, occasionally stealing sideways glances at Megatron's back and the door. He watched them for a moment before turning to go join the others.

They weren’t ready for anything he had to say about the situation.

“We will talk about this later. For now, please rest.”

They looked up at him in surprise, then quickly walked to the door once relieved. He made his way back to the console.

Wheeljack

Wheeljack had been the first to point a blaster at Megatron, specifically at the base of his helm. He had a theory he wanted to test, but before he could, Optimus had snatched Megatron away and was now giving everyone the signal to put away their weapons. The leaders stared at each other, then seemed to come to some kind of agreement as they walked away to talk in some other part of the base.

He didn't like it. His plating felt itchy.

Looking back toward the balcony, y/n had sent Jack back through the door into the innards of the base, but they stayed behind looking for something. Eventually they seemed to find it, but then they just sat there and stared at whatever was in their hand.

Wheeljack sighed, knowing that he’d have to be the one to say something. The itch in his plating increased as he approached.

“So…what were you lookin’ for just now?”

Y/n looked up at him “huh? Oh um,” they held up Miko and Jacks phones, “their..their phones they… God.” They put their head in their hands “He nearly died because of a fucking phone.”

Wheeljack decided to stare at their forehead rather than their eyes. Yeah. That might help with the awkwardness he was feeling. “....lucky you were there then huh?”

Y/n looked at him, making a confused noise.

“Well I mean,” he motioned to the spot that Megatron had just been in. “If you hadn't said anything, no one would have known he was over here, right? We were all trying to put resources together for this plan so Jack would have been on his own with Buckethead.”

Y/n sat in silence after that, obviously thinking about it. Wheeljack thought he might leave but it just didn't feel right.

So, after a pause and a brief in-vent, he pulled up a schematic of his ship.

“So uh, listen, I’ve finished doing a few upgrades to my ship and uh….I might need a second opinion.” He was absolutely slag at this. When the following silence carried on too long, he began to think about just walking off.

Luckily, they looked up from their phones, smiling just a bit.

“yeah….yeah lets do that.”

[cosmicbash]

3 for the kiss prompts please

3. Drunk sloppy kiss

"Goddddd I fucking love this bed-" Colson's face is rubbing back and forth along their blankets like a cat. Cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss while he hugs the bed spread.

Usually such a cute action would warm Marshall's heart a little, maybe pull a forced eye roll and a little scoff from his mouth before he nudges his boyfriend for being so dramatic.

Tonight all it does is make him scowl, hands twitching up and down in concern while he figures out the best way to get his mess of a boyfriend off the bedspread before its ruined. "Yeah, you've said that....twice."

Colson's drunk. Full on plastered, in a state that Marshall hasn't seen in months, not since when they first started hooking up and definitely before they officially decided to call their ever increasing phone calls and sexy reservations something more than just "getting it out of their system".

They're only about two weeks into this whole boyfriend name change and Marshall really didn't think the blonde could make him want to second guess it this quick.

"I know, I know, but, it's just- just sooooo fucking comfy babe. Like laying on a clouuuuud-" Rolling onto his back Colson stretches his arms out even farther. "So big too-"

Marshall's just relieved to see the front of his boyfriend's tight jeans still dry.

Before they'd stumbled their way inside and Colson had thrown himself onto their bed the blonde had probably told him about a dozen times how badly he had to piss. Near whipping his dick out right in front of their room door to relieve himself on the wall.

When he sobers up they're definitely going to have a talk about that, and how his friends can't just deposit the drunkard on their hotel's doorstop and hope for the best.

For now they at least need to get him up and to the bathroom. "Alright. Well appreciate it from afar, before you turn it into a rain cloud."

The best option seems to be pulling the other man up by his arms, so Marshall goes with that. Eyebrows furrowing and mouth scowling at the short bout of resistance Colson gives before finally allowing himself to be pulled forward. "But I'm so comfortable? Come onn-" His whining voice is quickly becoming the source of a headache. "Rainclouds are sick as fuck too, all like gray and lightning-y and- and...wet-"

"Lightning-y?" Marshall grunts, his arms locking tight around Colson's middle as the drunk leans his weight heavily onto his shorter body. "If you some how electrify our bed with your piss I'm calling an ambulance-"

"Piss?" That word at least seems to rouse some life back into the younger rapper. Colson's bloodshot eyes blinking back open and meeting his in an uncomfortably long gaze. "I have to piss."

"Really? Never would have guessed."

Maybe it's because he's sober, maybe he just doesn't have the patience to take care of a partner in this state, Marshall just can't pull more than blunted snark and bit back retorts from his mouth tonight.

A wet kiss being planted on his mouth is the absolute last thing he's expecting though. The sharp taste of vodka and who knows what other alcohol immediately tingling his lips and tongue when Colson unskillfully tries to shove his inside the surprised rapper's mouth.

There's a sudden heat behind the kiss out of nowhere that Marshall can in no way meet, but a quick shove against the brat's sternum breaks them apart. His cheeks flushing a lighter pink that his partner's and his irritation skyrocketing. "Fuck, Colson! Don't kiss me with that nasty bar mouth-" He can taste the alcohol on his teeth. It's disgusting. 11 years of sobriety and the first real taste of vodka he's getting has to be from his trashed boyfriend. "God, gross. Brush your fucking teeth."

He almost wants to punch Colson, and honestly the fact that his brain immediately disregards the suggestion is something he's really gonna need to sit down and think on.

Not tonight though. He can contemplate his feelings AFTER Colson makes it through the evening without pissing on him or any of their furniture.

"Mmm, Sorry baby-" the blonde’s face is ducking down again. That long neck of his almost succeeding in connecting their lips for a second sloppy kiss. If not for the light shove Marshall gives again. "Hmm? Oh. Alright, alright-"

That finally gets Colson standing up right. His glossy blue eyes steeling Marshall with a long stare before the drunk abruptly pulls away and makes his clumsy way towards the bathroom. Every sway and bump into a wall or the doorway testing Marshall's dwindling concern.

This wasn't how he had expected their night to go.

Rolling his tongue in his mouth Marshall can't help but scowl at the empty bed. He's gonna have to brush his teeth too now thanks to that brat. "Fucker."

Shaking his head the brunette gives the room a quick once over and wastes some time fixing the blankets and knocked into furniture before he follows Colson into the bathroom. Fingers crossed the other man doesn't have his head ducked inside the toilet bowl by now.

Seeing Colson swaying in front of the mirror with a toothbrush stuffed in his mouth is a pleasant surprise to say in the least.

"I fucking love this toothpaste-"

"I'm starting to think drunk you loves everything." A smile is tugging at his lips.

"What?" Colson's eyes roll over his way, white foam bubbling around his mouth almost comically. "No I don't." Marshall can't help but snort, even as Colson looks away with another eye roll. "This tooth paste is fucking fire."

"Pretty sure that's just gingivitis."

"You're ginger- jin- ginga......you're a prick."

"Yeah. I know." His feet are carrying him over to his boyfriend. Their bodies bumping softly as his fingers reach out to grab his own toothbrush. A smile officially broke out on his face. "Unfortunately I'm yours though, so you're gonna have to put up with it."

"That's okay." Colson's body bumps him back, toothbrush scrubbing a few more hard times before he spits. Eyes meeting Marshall's gaze in the mirror with a shrug. "I love you too so it's okay."

There's a pause. Both of them staring through the reflection with Marshall's heart suddenly racing in his chest.

"Fuck-" The regret is immediately visible on Colson's flushed face. "Holy fuck I just said that out loud didn't I? Holy shit. I love you, ah! No, I mean, I do, but-" Marshall can practically hear the gears turning at a frantic speed inside the blonde's head while he panics as much as his wasted state will allow. Red eyes widening and sluggish movements growing a little jerkier. "I said that wayyyy to soon. Wow. WOW. I'm like- so fucking sorry dude, Holy shit."

"You love me?" The older rapper can't help but ask to hear it again. Even if it's just some drunk slip up from a boy who he has no doubt will just as quickly pledge his undying love to their showerhead in a few hours.

Colson's voice and expression sobers up for a few seconds though. Body twisting to properly look at him as he answers affirmatively. "Yah. Yah I really freaking do." There's a twinkle of terror replacing that drunk bliss now. Cutting straight through Marshall to his core. "I love you. I deadass love your weird bitchy ass."

They haven't even been dating for two weeks.

He's only just gotten used to calling the toothpick his boyfriend.

He-

"I love you too."

He's once again getting yanked into a sloppy kiss.

At least this time it tastes more minty

[songofsaraneth]

Ok now that I have time/space to breathe again, I wanted to do a writeup on the unusual reaction I had to the second Covid vaccine dose. I debated posting this, because I don't want to go against the "I was vaccinated and it's fine!" encouragement train. And I 1000% encourage EVERYONE to get vaccinated if possible. But I have not seen much documentation of the averse symptom I got, except in some case studies I specifically looked up so details below. Big TMI/gross warning however. 

Mostly I'm posting this because I had to do SO much self-advocating/arguing with the Dr at my urgent care clinic, and if you're not as read up on weird medical issues as I am, you might not be comfortable doing that. But IANAD, just describing my experience and what I read, which ended up being very long because it was awful and I have a lot to complain about I guess, sorry.

Basically: for me the vaccine triggered an inflammation response, which in itself is normal. The usual muscle aches/joint pain/slight fever. It also triggered an outbreak of ulcers in my soft tissues. Basically, a bunch of canker sores in my mouth/throat. I am already prone to getting these when I get sick or stressed out, so no biggie, annoying and painful but I could handle them. Canker sores are distinct from cold sores in that they form inside the mouth as crater spots, usually around the size of a pencil eraser (though can be bigger or smaller), and will develop a white film across the crater as they develop and start to heal.

An unfortunate fact I have learned: the mouth is not the only exposed��“soft tissue” of the body. this group also includes genitals.

So 2 days after the vaccine I noticed a "burning sensation"/rawness downstairs, which turned into a sharp pain, especially when going to the bathroom. I obviously knew this was abnormal and because of what was happening in my mouth, had a pretty firm idea of what was happening, but was ready to brace myself through the healing process. However by day 5 I had 8 red, crater-like sores on the tissue of my vulva. Essentially they are open wounds, and urine is an acid, so you can imagine the hell that using the bathroom had become. Even just sitting hurt.

As someone healthcare-averse, even I knew this was untenable, and went to Urgent Care for the first time in my adult life. I told the NP what was going on, how they matched the canker sores (NOT cold sores) in my mouth in onset/form--and she immediately, without even looking, diagnosed me with herpes.

Lots of people have herpes or other STIs, and that's fine. I know I do not have any, and wanted to pursue treatment for what I was sure they were--Non-sexually acquired genital ulceration (NSGU). I had even found three case studies of COVID patients who had developed them. I had spent several harrowing hours on google images making sure that the sores I had did not match any STI I may have magically acquired during a year of social distancing. I even brought up multiple case studies, including a woman who had them as a Covid reaction in a neighboring state. Didn’t matter. She looked at them and went “Yikes! Herpes!” and prescribed me: 

1) an antiviral, which I said I did not think would do anything because the trigger for this was a vaccine not an illness. She said it was probably a herpes flare up already in my system. I reiterated that I have had similar sores in my mouth since childhood and that all my past doctors and dentists agreed it was not viral but something related to an immune response. She said the antivirals should clear them up in a few days.

2) a topical 5% lidocaine ointment, aka an oral grade numbing gel, which was essentially what I was after anyway.

I would have preferred a steroid course to the antiviral, but agreed to start taking them until she got the results of the bloodwork I needed to come in the next day for. I asked how many days after taking them I would expect to see a difference/if she would reevaluate treatment if they didn’t have an effect in a certain amount of time, and she said if they hadn’t cleared up by Monday then she’d look into other causes (spoiler, they did nothing in that 4 day span). to her credit, when she saw me pick up my bike helmet (because my car had been at the mechanic for a month by then), she was properly horrified that i was having to bike everywhere with this situation and printed off some coupons/called all the prescriptions into the grocery store pharmacy next door instead of the CVS my insurance likes a mile away.

So eventually I got home and took my pill & went to put on the ointment so I could use the bathroom for the first time in 8 hours. I’ll spare you the details but suffice to say I had an extremely, overwhelmingly painful 10 minutes of application. Like absolutely awful burning feeling. However once that faded, I was indeed actually numb, and so I figured it was worth it. Got my bloodwork done on Friday (biking there & home again). On Saturday, I thought that you know, maybe a prescription anesthetic shouldn’t be doing that or at least have some sort of warning? And read the details on the jar.

Good things about lidocaine: it is a powerful numbing agent and lasts pretty well for an hour or two.

Bad things about lidocaine: you cannot get oral grade lidocaine without added mint flavoring.

I happen to be EXTREMELY sensitive to mint. Like I still can’t handle breath mints or mouthwash, and used bubblegum flavored toothpaste until I was 14 and found a brand with half as much mint flavoring as is typical. Even if you’re not, mint has no business being anywhere near genital tissue. Even on an average person that could cause awful burning. to make a long saga shorter I had a very frustrating back-and-forth with urgent care involving many rerouted phone trees, visit in person, unhelpful receptionists, and attempts to find over-the-counter alternatives. All were fruitless so I just  suffered all weekend until the urgent care Nurse Practitioner called me back on Monday and was suitably apologetic/outraged about the mint thing, and looked up every OTC product that might work as a substitute, since she couldn’t find any prescription level without mint. On Tuesday she called back again having found this:

It’s 4%, so just below prescription strength, while not oral grade, it’s actually fine for soft tissues as long as not fully ingested/internally applied. And most importantly, ABSOLUTELY NO ADDED FLAVORINGS. there is also a spray version that comes in a bottle, which under no circumstances should you try because it uses alcohol as a propellant and I had a very bad 5 minutes after testing that one. But the cream one is fine and brings blessed numbness in around 5 minutes with only minimal contact pain--they are still open wounds after all. 

I use this for the next 7 days. By this point the sores have gotten worse and larger, and then started to heal and shrink again. Mouth canker sores go through a similar ~2 week process, so this is about what I expected.

Finally the results of my bloodwork came back, and I was negative for all STIs. The NP was dumbfounded and apologized, and agreed to look up more information/treatment options for cases like this in the future. I’m not surprised her reaction was to assume herpes as it IS very common, but I’m sure other women experience NSGU’s and receive improper treatment. If you look them up, they’re even mentioned as being predominantly a problem for “young or prepubescent women” which, reading between the lines--it’s not that these become less likely if you’re older or sexually active. Doctors just make assumptions and don’t always look past the easy answers.

So if you or someone you know ends up with these--from the Covid vaccine or as a complication of upper respiratory infections in general (as they ARE an immune response and can just Happen to you)--here is what works as treatment. If you can see a doctor you trust, still do that. But if they don’t listen or if for some reason you can’t seek treatment, here is the course of action I recommend: 

Pick up that over-the-counter Pain Relief+Lidocaine NON MINTY numbing cream ASAP. Sores go from “annoying” to “excruciating” in only 3 days, so it’s best to get in person or with rush shipping. Sit in front of a mirror and gently apply with a q-tip, and wait 5 minutes for the medicine to take effect.

Pat gently dry with toilet paper, don’t make wiping motions. If you don’t feel clean enough, pat more with a wet washcloth and rinse it out, or hope in the shoer for 5 min just to rinse.

There may be pus or reside from the ointment that doesn’t go away with just rinsing. Every 2 days I made a half-strength bath of epsom salts, NUMBED FULLY, and then took a 10 minute bath to fully cleanse the area. the salt will sting terribly if you wait any longer, so I recommend standing and rinsing after this time.

The vulva is more exposed to air than the mouth. this may cause the sores to crack/bleed as they dry out. to avoid this, after using the restroom and cleaning yourself, you can apply a thick coating of Aquaphor on top of the sores. It will need to be rinsed off before you apply more numbing cream however, so if that is too many steps I recommend just using the Aquaphor overnight.

You may think its ok to get up in the middle of the night to pee without the numbing cream bc you have to go really bad and just once will be fine but it is NOT you will REGRET IT.

Unfortunately if you have sores on both sides you may develop what is known as “kissing sores”, aka sores directly opposite each other that touch when the area is not spread open. this means that after an extended period of time (overnight), the sores will try to heal into each other and opening the area back up painfully rips the tissue apart. INStEAD of ripping them apart, take a washclosh, run it under warm water, and do a hot/warm compress on the area. this will loosen the sores back up and separate them painlessly.

This is not exclusive to people with a vulva, they can also happen on scrotal/anal tissue. However it does seem to much more frequently affect people with typical XX sex organs. 

If you develop these, PLEASE fill out an averse reaction form or your country’s equivalent. Also, I’m so sorry and if you need emotional support or have questions please feel free to get in touch.

Most likely, these will not happen to you--the vast majority of vaccinated people have not had this as a side effect. But it IS popping up more and more, and it is good to know about it in advance so you can be prepared to deal with and treat it without as much anxiety and all the hoops I had to jump through to get good care. Overall I’m still glad to be vaccinated, but if I had known this was a side effect, as someone already prone to canker sores I would have waited to vaccinate until my car was fixed a week later a the very least :|

[dewitty1]

He Who Must Not Be Normal

lettered @letteredlettered

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy

Summary:

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t. Instead it has Indian takeaway and a blue jumper and people wanting a whole lot of what they can’t have, discovering themselves as they discover each other.

Excerpt:

“Molly Weasley used to have a kitchen like this,” Potter said, walking over to the sink. “When they lived in The Burrow. There were always Charms going in the sink, and pots stirring on the stove. It always smelled like—”

“I’m not going to have sex with you,” Draco said, finally finding his voice.

Potter swallowed a little cough.

“That’s why you’re here,” Draco said.

“Oh,” said Potter.

“I’m not going to. We’re not going to shag.”

“We’re not?”

“You’re Harry Potter.”

“Oh.” Potter looked down at his boots—his thousand galleon dragonhide boots. “I thought you didn’t care about that?”

“I don’t mean that you’re too good for it.”

“That’s good.” Potter looked up. “I’m not.”

“I know you’re not.”

Potter’s mouth curled in that sad, strange way. “Honestly, I’m just like anyone else.”

“I know that. You think I don’t know that? You put on a show, you give them your dramatics, but it’s all false, a façade. You’re a fake, an arrogant pretender—you try, but you will never be the god they worship, the ideal they idolize. I know you. I know you right down to the core, and I know that you’re not a saint. You’re just—you’re just some boy with a scar who can’t comb his hair.”

Draco let out a breath. That had come out of nowhere, because he wasn’t supposed to care. He didn’t care about Potter or his whole stupid world, the Ministry and its heroes and everyone who had won.

Potter was staring at him, just staring. Then, very slowly, he wet the corner of his mouth with his tongue. “Are you sure about the shagging?” he asked, his voice cracking a little. “Because I’d—I’d really like to kiss you now.”

“Yes, I’m sure!”

“Oh.” Potter took a step forward. “Are you still certain?”

“Yes,” Draco said uncertainly.

“Quite sure?” Another step.

“Quite!” Draco backed up.

“Not even a little bit?” asked Potter, and he’d always been a bully. He was crowding Draco against the wall of the kitchen, still not touching him but there wasn’t any room; there wasn’t any room to breathe, and it was shocking that Potter wasn’t really any taller than him. If anything he was shorter, but his presence was so imposing—big shoulders, strong arms, and Draco wasn’t turned on; he wasn’t—

“Maybe just this once,” Potter murmured, and snogged him.

Draco didn’t know what to do. It was Harry Potter, and Draco didn’t want to be used, but Potter was kissing him and he smelled fantastic. He felt fantastic; he tasted fantastic—clean, like some kind of minty mouth potion, as though he had prepared for this, as though he had known it would happen—and of course, he’d known it would. He was Harry Potter; he could do anything he wanted.

He smelled so subtle, like some perfect kind of cologne that caught at the very edges of Draco’s senses, and Draco wanted to lick him all over just to chase the scent. Potter’s cloak—that expensive cloak—was in Draco’s hands and it was soft and warm, so smooth, and Draco didn’t even know this fabric. He always knew the fabric and he didn’t know this; it was wool but it wasn’t; it was softer, some sort of magical vicuna and Draco didn’t know. He didn’t know. He just wanted to roll up in it and die.

Potter pulled away.

“I still don’t think you’re anything special,” Draco told him.

♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡

[angstyaches]

heyy so you know that I honestly love everything you write buuuuut if you have time and motivation to work on a request I'd really love to see some sick elliot again but maybe just something really mundane? like just a fever and neausea and Felix being the cutest boyfriend? loaaads of fluff would be amazing since it's been so much angst lately haha - but please write whatever you want honestly

-em

Whoa, what’s this? Flick getting back to posting requested fics?! 

Thank you once again for requesting my boys, @justmeandmysickies; I’m sorry it took so long for me to get around to!

C\W: nausea, fever, general discomfort, slight anxiety, emeto, vampire emeto so there's blood mention

 _

It truly was a myth that vampires – even full-blooded ones – couldn’t stand daylight. In fact, Elliott loved daylight, and even chided Shayne for keeping the curtains shut in his room all day, much to his cousin’s annoyance.

Today, however, Elliott had created a shadowy cave for himself, a haven where he could curl up and bask in a certain level of sensory deprivation. At least, he would have been basking if he had been conscious. The last time he’d moved had been when Felix had gotten up to leave, and he’d blacked out again shortly after feeling a goodbye kiss on his cheek. The fever must not have been too bad at that point, if Felix didn’t wake him to check if he was okay, but it was most definitely soaring now.

His head was fuzzy now, as he peered out from under the sweat-soaked sheet. He shuddered and recognised the vaguely unpleasant sensation as oversleep, and he pawed clumsily for his chunky analogue watch, which was sitting on his bedside locker. It took his eyes a lot of blinking and a rub with the side of his hand before he could make out the time. Almost two in the afternoon, which was mildly horrifying for someone who usually rose shortly after dawn. 

How the hell had he managed to sleep for so long?

Elliott tried to sit up in bed, and his answer hit him like a punch to the gut. A little too much like a punch to the gut, in fact. His body must have knocked him out so he wouldn’t have to deal with the nausea.

He pressed one hand to his mouth and the other to the side of his head, the gold strap of his watch cool against his cheek. His stomach felt like it had leapt six inches closer to his throat, pinching in on itself and its heavy contents, which didn’t seem to have moved at all since he’d laid down last night.

As he sat there, his upper body swayed slightly. He let his eyes fall shut again, letting the waves of nausea that were thrashing about in his belly to settle down. As they did, the fuzziness in his head began to clear, too. 

Elliott gulped in tentative relief and slipped out from under the blanket. He’d gone to sleep in only his boxers, and as soon as the air in the room hit his skin, his muscles clenched. He was almost bent double as he shuffled to the wardrobe and pulled out the fluffy grey dressing gown and slippers that Felix had bought for him the previous Christmas; they had been intended as a joke present, but Elliott had used them more times than he could remember now.

The body spasms eased a little as he sank into the soft fabric and tied the sash. His shoulders were tight and achy and he kept his hands in the deep pockets as he made his way downstairs, which probably wasn’t the safest or wisest thing to do, considering how shaky and woozy he felt. Luckily, he made it to the front hallway without falling and breaking anything.

The house seemed quiet and settled, besides the low whooshing of the kettle being boiled in the kitchen. The further along the foyer he got, the better he could make out the sound of someone singing softly to themselves. The door was halfway-closed, and he bumped it the rest of the way open with his hip.

Relief tugged at his gut when he found Felix alone in the kitchen. No Shayne, no Ryan, no Nancy. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t confused.

“Where is everyone?”

Felix casually glanced over his shoulder and smiled. He was still in his fur-hooded jacket as he got a cup ready to make tea, meaning he’d probably only gotten home a few minutes ago. Maybe the sound of him closing the front door had been what had woken Elliott from his foggy sleep.

“I think Nancy dragged Ryan and Shayne shopping. Noteworthy feat, or what?” Felix turned around and fully observed his boyfriend’s hunched shoulders and heavy eyes, as well as the dressing gown. His gentle smirk melted into a frown. “Have you only just gotten out of bed, darling?”

Elliott nodded. He could feel the contrast between his internal body temperature, and the floor tiles separated from the soles of his feet only by the slippers. He shuddered at a sudden wave of vertigo, feeling his stomach roll inside him.

“How come?” Felix asked softly. “Are you feeling well?”

“No?” Elliott muttered, looking up and across the kitchen at his boyfriend again.

“What’s the matter?” Felix’s gaze didn’t waver as he stepped around the counter and pulled Elliott into his arms.

However, Felix hugging Elliott with no cooperation was about equal to him pressing his body up against a slab of concrete he couldn’t quite get his arms around; Elliott had to fish his hands from his pockets and lift his own arms, giving Felix access to his waist, so that he could embrace him properly.

“Darling?” Felix urged, his voice muffled from having his face pressed into the front of the dressing gown.

“I don’t – I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I just – I woke up this morning feeling exhausted,” Elliott droned. “But now I’m even more exhausted, and I feel like shit, and I can’t stop bloody shivering.”

Felix hugged him tighter at that. Elliott let himself melt into the hug, his insides feeling a little less pinched as he inhaled the scent from the top of Felix’s head. He could never pin down why, but Felix’s natural scent always made him feel like he was in a meadow surrounded by wildflowers.

He knew that if the nausea got any worse, the slight pressure of Felix’s torso against his would make him prickly and irritable. For now though, he genuinely felt steadier and safer in Felix’s arms. Even if his minty head was only as high as Elliott’s sternum.

“Gosh, you’re so warm,” Felix mumbled against his chest. It was unclear whether he was concerned about the fever, or just enjoying the cosy temperature.

“Well, soak it up while you can,” Elliott sighed. “Soon the fevers are gonna go away, and you’ll be stuck cuddling a walking corpse.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that.” Felix tried to pull back and get free, but Elliott kept his arms looped around him. “No, stop; you don’t get hugs when you talk about yourself like that.”

“Oh, no-no-no, I’ll be quiet,” Elliott smiled, though his voice came out with only a little of the playfulness he intended to put into it. “I’ll be good. Please hug me, boo. Everything hurts.”

“Everything?” Felix chuckled; his voice was tinted with sarcasm, because surely everything couldn’t be painful all at once, right?

Elliott swallowed and lowered his nose to the top of Felix’s head again. His eyes fell shut, but it did nothing for the tension in his neck that was starting to creep deeper into his skull. His body was being held, but it did nothing for the chill that had set up camp in every one of his bones. And the inevitable was finally happening, probably brought on faster by the tightness of the hug; his stomach was starting to churn, making his skin break out in goosebumps and his teeth grind together.

“Yes.” He sighed as softly as he could when all he wanted to do was groan. “Everything.”

Felix pulled back, just enough for him to look up at Elliott’s face. The shorter boy’s yellow eyes flicked back and forth between Elliott’s, his face paling as he tried to assess how worried he should be.

“It’s not like I’m not in agony or anything,” Elliott admitted, longing for that frown to disappear, “but everything – everything feels wrong. Uncomfortable. And it’s – it’s like I can’t get it right anymore, you know? I don’t drink enough blood – sick. I drink too much blood – sick.”

“I know, darling,” Felix sighed. “It’s unfair, I know.”

Elliott wriggled in reaction to the rich taste of blood mixed with bile burning in the back of his throat. He put his hands against Felix’s arms and directed him back slightly, so he had a little more room to breathe.

“Oh, I’m... sorry,” Felix murmured. He seemed to tighten in on himself, shoulders tensed within Elliott’s grip.

“No, no, I’m –” Elliott closed his eyes and pressed a fist to his mouth as a hot, sticky burp slipped up his throat. “I’m sorry, Fee, I – I feel sick to my stomach.”

“Oh.” Felix inched back a little more, despite still being held by his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have squeezed you so tightly, if I’d known –”

“I know.” Elliott swallowed against another wave of nausea. “It’s not your fault, gorgeous. I wanted you to squeeze me, remember?”

As he tilted his head, one side of Felix’s mouth twisted up into a sympathetic smile. “Do we need to move you closer to the sink?”

Although he wasn’t too certain himself, Elliott shook his head. The motion made the inside of his skull swirl, but the feeling in his stomach felt more like a low burning than an immediate wave ready to break for his mouth.

“Let’s go to the sofa, then, darling,” Felix suggested. “I want you to be comfortable.”

Elliott nodded obediently and let Felix take his hand, even though his palm had gathered a thick sheen of lukewarm sweat, both from the fever and from being wrapped in the less-than-breathable dressing gown fabric.

They usually wouldn’t get to sprawl across the sofa in the main lounge without Nancy yelling at them, so just being able to lower himself onto his back and stretch his legs across it felt like luxury. Elliott’s muscles sighed, as though they’d been upset with him all along, for moving from the bed in the first place.

Felix put a hand on the back of the sofa and leaned slightly over to kiss Elliott on the forehead. 

Felix’s eyes practically changed colour when he smiled, like there were a hundred tiny golden fireworks going off in each one. Elliott knew this wasn’t strictly true, or even possible - eyes didn’t change colour based on simple emotions but rather primal instincts - but he liked to imagine it anyway. Felix was small, and his little mint-coloured pigtails made him look so sweet, but Lord, he was majestic.

Elliott felt smaller than him now, felt shielded by his closeness.

Unfortunately, he also felt yesterday’s blood feast stirring around in his belly again, so he had to jab Felix away from him. His brain felt like it was burning with anger that he couldn’t seem to voice, just from imagining the sensation of being touched. It made him squirm on the sofa until he could assure himself that Felix knew to give him space, and wouldn’t try anything unless he asked.

And Lord, was it hard not to ask for another hug. It was nearly impossible to simply watch Felix slink back, grabbing a cushion from the reading chair so that he could set himself up on the floor next to the sofa.

“You want me to get you some ice or something? Try to bring down your fever a tad?”

Elliott rested a hand over his ribs, feeling the acid and blood bubbling in his belly, and shook his head. “Ryan says it’s better to let it run its course, unless I’m on the verge of passing out.”

“I just wish I could do something to help.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Felix rested his chin in his hands. His eyes seemed to have dulled slightly. “What are you thinking of right now, darling?”

Elliott kept his lips closed as he groaned, preparing to say something.

“No sugar coating,” Felix added.

“I was thinking how – how my body is more in control than I am,” Elliott heard himself say. “Like I - I don’t even get a say anymore.”

Felix nodded a little mechanically; he’d heard all of this before – albeit paraphrased, and in a not-so-calm manner. Elliott’s ears pricked and picked up a slight hitch in his boyfriend’s breathing as he sucked in a sob.

“Sorry,” Elliott mumbled. “I just don’t – I don’t know how I’m still going to be me when this is all finished.”

“You –” Felix nodded with a little more purpose this time, smiling despite the glistening in his eyes. He was trying hard to keep himself together, for Elliott’s sake. “You know I’ll still wanna keep you, right? No matter what happens?”

“I know, boo.”

“And who knows?” Felix added. “When you’re finished transforming, maybe you’ll be reborn as someone with fashion sense from the century you’re actually living in.”

All Elliott could do was grin to himself as a weak roll of laughter took hold of his achy shoulders and back. 

Well… maybe the roll went a little deeper than his shoulders, and maybe the burning was actually –

Felix yelped in surprise as Elliott suddenly sat upright, curling his legs up towards his chest. He retched dark brown, sticky vomit down the front of his dressing gown, accompanied by a wet cough.

“Oh, gosh!” Felix squealed, leaping to his feet. “I didn’t know you were about to - the white sofa – gosh, are you okay? Are you – did you get any on the cushions? Never mind, are you okay? Oh, no, Elli, they’re going to kill us –”

Elliott gulped around another peal of laughter, clapping one hand to his mouth and flapping the other in Felix’s direction. The sudden onslaught of nausea gripped tightly at his stomach and throat, but Felix being Felix was enough to distract him from the pain.

“Bucket? Bucket, I should get you a bucket,” Felix gasped, trotting back towards the kitchen and almost tripping over the cushion he’d placed on the floor himself.

Elliott coughed as he sat forward, eyes watering from the nauseous burps that he couldn’t keep down anymore. The laughter had him trembling all over, had his abdominal muscles clenching around his already churning stomach. He extended a hand as soon as he saw Felix bounding back, grabbing the bucket from his hand and letting a string of thick liquid fall from his lips.

He belched deeply over the bucket before bringing up another wave of sick. When he felt his lips pull back, he was no longer sure if he was grinning or just grimacing at this point. His jaw felt as heavy as it did when he was unbearably bloodthirsty, which felt like an impossible similarity, seeing as his stomach was begging to empty itself rather than be filled.

He glanced up, sensing Felix hovering close-by, craning his neck and wringing his hands.

“S-sofa’s fine, Fee,” Elliott coughed out.

“That so? I see – alright.” Felix backed off a little, still fidgeting with his hands purely because he didn’t know what he should be doing. “Shall – shall I get you some clean pyjamas or something, darling? Why – Elli, why the heck are you laughing?”

“It’s n-nothing,” Elliott whispered weakly, the nausea attempting and failing to deflate him again. 

He glanced up at Felix’s soft, yellow eyes and swallowed hard despite the scratchy ache in his throat. There was an idea forming in his mind as he watched Felix fret about him, one that he realised might have been there for a while now. 

“I’d like...” Elliott’s voice was deep and scratchy from the vomiting he’d already done, and the vomiting that was still to come. “I’d like to keep you forever, if I can. Would that be okay?”

“Sure,” Felix replied. He smiled a little stiffly, clearly still bewildered at the level of giddiness that Elliott seemed to have reached. “That would – that would be nice, darling.”

[kawaiikichi]

Were We? (Saiou Week Day 7)

@saiouweek

Surprise, surprise, I actually managed to write something for Saiou Week! I feel like it could also fall under the prompt “Past Life” for Day 2 but because the past life in this references to them during the killing game and their present life is something completely different, I decided to just post it under free day.

I hope you all like it! :D

Title: Were We?

Prompt: Shuichi’s Birthday or Free Day

Summary: Shuichi has spent over three hundred years as a Grim Reaper, roaming the streets of Tokyo and leading deceased souls to the afterlife. One day, he runs into a purple-haired male whom he has seen in his dreams and it makes him feel emotions he hasn’t felt in god knows how long.

One-Shot Notes: Inspired by the Kdrama Goblin with Shuichi as the Grim Reaper and Kokichi as Sunny; their past life is them in the killing game while their present life is with Shuichi as the grim reaper and Kokichi as a human

Warnings: A sprinkling of angst, NDRV3 spoilers; read at your own risk!

Read on under the cut!

Shuichi walked along the sidewalk, the crisp autumn breeze ruffling his black hair and making his long, black trench coat flutter with each step he took. He stuffed his leather glove-clad hands into his pockets, hoping to warm them as he walked to his destination.

He had no souls to collect and take back to his tea shop until the afternoon, so he decided to take a walk and get himself some coffee before heading to the first accident that was supposed to take place. He also wanted to get away from Rantaro, the immortal goblin that he’s been rooming with as of late. His singing was obnoxious, anyway.

Upon arriving at the coffee shop he frequented, he was met with the warm and comforting smell of baked sweets and freshly brewed coffee. The barista at the counter greeted him, a wide smile on his face. Shuichi greeted him in response as he grabbed for an empty medium-sized cup.

“Americano with no sugar and no cream, correct?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s correct. You know me well, Naegi-kun.” Shuichi told him.

“Well, you come here so often that I know your order by now!” Makoto slid a small plate with a cream cheese danish on it across the counter. “Here’s your danish as well, Saihara-kun.” he said.

“Thank you.” Shuichi replied.

After paying, he went to sit at the window bar. He nibbled on his danish as he watched passerbys walk the streets. He let his mind wander, and just like it usually did, it went to a male whose face he was unable to see.

Recently, Shuichi has been having dreams involving him. They always took place in what the grim reaper assumed to be a school, but it gave off prison vibes and it rubbed Shuichi the wrong way. But what happened between him and the male in that prison-esque school building could only be summarized as eventful and fun.

The male seemed to be a pain in the ass at times, lying all the time and pulling pranks on other people that were at the school, but the times they spent together were nice. They played games in the dining hall, hid away together in the casino, and read books in the basement library until they fell asleep on each other, blankets wrapped around each other with the male’s head on his shoulder and his head resting against the male’s.

These dreams were filled with happiness and love confessions whispered against each other’s lips as they pressed against each on the couch in the AV room, the film they were watching long forgotten. The Shuichi in those dreams was overjoyed and he looked at the male in his arms with love, which confused the grim reaper when he woke up from that particular dream.

Never in his three hundred years of life had he felt such an emotion so raw and passionate.

Fueled by his curiosity, he looked forward to these dreams. He wondered about how the Shuichi in his dreams interacted with this male he was dating and if these two were able to get out of the school that held them captive and away from the black and white robotic bear that played them like a fiddle in this killing game they were thrown into, living happily ever after.

But what the grim reaper dreamed of last night was anything but nice. In fact, it resembled a nightmare. Everything was smeared in darkness and steeped in the pungent, coppery scent of blood. There was mourning over the execution of a guy named Gonta, whose heart was made of gold and who wouldn’t dare hurt a fly (literally). There was screaming, shouting, tears, and words that pierced through the heart like sharpened blades and spilled blood everywhere without mercy, the dream eventually ending with images of a bloodied hydraulic press.

The way the dream ended last night unsettled Shuichi. Those images were still fresh in his mind as he took a sip from his Americano. Bitterness coated his taste buds, but it wasn’t the pleasant kind that he was accustomed to. Instead, it made his nose crinkle and his body tense from the intensity of it.

He didn’t bother finishing this coffee this time and wolfed down his danish before heading out, hoping that the subtle sweetness would overpower the bitterness that lingered in his mouth.

He eventually found himself strolling along a bridge, which seemed unusually quiet for a Monday morning. Well, save for a nearby jewelry booth that he spotted out of the corner. His eyebrow twitched.

Is that even allowed? he asked himself.

He shook his head, clicking his teeth before sighing.

“Whatever. It doesn’t concern me.” he said.

He started to walk past the booth when the owner of the booth called out to him.

“Hey, Mister Handsome in Black!” a chirpy voice called out.

Shuichi came to a stop, wanting nothing more than to tap on his watch and disappear from her sight.

Can’t anybody let me be in peace today? he wondered to himself.

He shot a glance at the owner, who turned out to be a girl in her twenties with wavy black hair and sparkling amber eyes. Her red lips pulled upward into a smile.

“Are you in need of some new accessories?” she asked.

Shuichi turned his body more, lowering his gaze to the sparkling jewelry and then up to the girl, who continued to beam at him.

“These kinds of accessories aren’t my style.” he told her.

Besides, you can tell at first glance that they’re cheap ripoffs of the real thing, his mind supplied for him.

This only made her giggle.

“Oh, no worries! Then, you could get one for your girlfriend. I’m sure it’ll please her very much.” she said.

“I don’t swing that way.” Shuichi told her.

She blinked her eyes, shooting him a dumbfounded look as he continued.

“I have a preference for guys, so buying something for a so-called girlfriend would be pointless.” he told her.

“I see...well, maybe your boyfriend would like something from here!” she said.

Shuichi got ready to tell her that he didn’t have a boyfriend, but she was already reaching for a purple rope bracelet with a simple puzzle piece charm on it.

“Here, you could buy this. It’s simple, but quite cute.” she told him.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.” he said.

She puffed her cheeks out.

“Come on! It doesn’t even cost that much. I’m sure you could give me a couple yen.” she said, growing more persistent with each word she spoke.

“Really, I’m fine! I don’t want to buy anything—“ he stopped, gold eyes landing on a checkered scarf.

It was just a simple checkered scarf and yet, Shuichi felt a tug in his heart. It was like the scarf was calling his name, begging for him to pick it up and buy it.

His hand started moving on its own before he could stop it. It inches further and further towards the checkered fabric, the tug at his heart growing stronger. His finger brushed along it as another hand appeared in his vision, snatching the scarf up and abruptly snapping him out of whatever trance he had fallen under.

“Oooh, this looks cute! This is totally my style. How much is it?”

Shuichi blinked, looking to his right and locking on a male wispy purple hair that stuck out in all directions. He was shorter than him, making him about five foot one, if he had to guess. The male wore a black and white sawtooth pattern coat with dark denim skinny jeans and black ankle boots.

Almost as if the male knew he was being watched, he turned away from the girl running the booth and locked eyes with Shuichi. The grim reaper felt the wind being knocked out of him the minute it happened. The male’s eyes were a deep shade of purple that sparkled like precious gems in the morning light.

Then, it happened.

Snippets from the dreams he’d been having came slamming into him like a truck, accompanied by a chirpy voice.

“Saihara-chan, let’s play a game!”

“Nishishi! It was just a lie. Or was I lying about that being a lie? The world may never know!”

“I...like you too, Saihara-chan.”

“Ew, I don’t think I can understand why you like black coffee so much.”

“Come oooooooon, Saihara-chan! You promised we’d go swimming!”

“Saihara-chan!”

“Saihara-chan!”

“Saihara-chan...I’m sorry.”

“...I’ll always love you, Saihara-chan.”

Before Shuichi could process what was happening, a single tear trailed down his cheek. He could only stare at the male with a dumbfounded look on his face.

The male peered at Shuichi curiously, brows furrowed and lips pursed.

“Why are you watching me like that? I saw this first.” he waved the scarf around. “You hear me? I saw it first. First!” he shouted.

However, Shuichi didn’t respond. The male arched a brow as he continued to look Shuichi up and down.

“Wait a minute...are you crying?” he leaned in closer. “Oh shit, you are.” he said.

Minty breath tickled his lips and the minute Shuichi realized how close his face was, he immediately jerked back like he burned himself.

“H-Huh?” he stammered out.

“You were crying just now.” the male pointed out.

“What? I wasn’t—“ Shuichi reached up to touch his cheek and immediately felt the wet tear trail on it.

He dabbed at it in surprise. He couldn’t remember the last time he shed a tear, let alone if he actually did during the amount of time he’s been alive. Just what the heck was going on?

The male continued to eye him.

“Do you want it? The scarf, that is. I wanted to buy it because it looked neat, but if you want it…” he murmured.

“Uh...I…” Shuichi trailed off.

“Hm? Are you speechless? Is it because I’m so drop dead gorgeous that you can’t say anything?” the male teased.

“Wha…?!” Shuichi gawked at him in shock, cheeks flushing red.

“Nishishi! Aw, you’re adorable when you’re flustered! It makes me want to kiss you.” the male said.

The blush on Shuichi’s cheeks deepened, which only made him giggle more.

“But seriously, do you want it? Because if you do, I’m not gonna give it to you for free.” the male held his hand out to him. “Give me your number.” he said.

“My...number?” Shuichi questioned.

“Yeah? I’m going to need to contact you in regards to this scarf, you know.”

“I don’t have one.”

The male blinked twice.

“Wait. You’re telling me you don’t have a phone?” he asked.

“I don’t have one.” Shuichi replied.

“Why not?”

“I don’t need one, that’s why.”

“How could you not need one? We live in the twenty-first century! Of course you need a cell phone!”

“I just don’t see why I need to have one.”

“Because…!” the male heaved a deep sigh. “Okay, I can’t be doing this right now. I guess that means this scarf will be mine.” he said.

He moved to tie the scarf around his neck, but Shuichi spoke, effectively stopping him.

“W-Wait! Set the scarf down. Write your number down and place it there with the scarf. I’ll call you.” he proposed.

“Weeeeeeell…” he proceeded to twirl some hair around his finger. “We should at least exchange names if that’s how you wanna do it.” he said.

“Okay...well, my name’s Saihara. Saihara Shuichi.” Shuichi told him.

“Saihara-chan? I’ll make sure to remember that, then. I’m Ouma. Ouma Kokichi.” Kokichi introduced.

He reached his hand out for Shuichi to shake. The grim reaper could only stare down at the hand quizzically before redirecting his gaze to Kokichi’s. The purple-haired male watched him expectantly, waiting for Shuichi to shake it.

“If you don’t want to shake it, then that’s fine.” Kokichi turned back to the booth owner. “You said it was thirteen hundred yen, right? I’ll take it.” he said.

He began to fish through his pocket, mumbling to himself about where he put his wallet. Shuichi sighed, reaching into his trench coat and pulling out his wallet. Flipping it open, he pulled out a few bills and handed it to the booth owner.

“Here, I’ll pay for it.” he said.

Kokichi gaped at him in surprise.

“Wait! Saihara-chan, I can pay for it—“

“I already gave her the money. Just let it be.”

The purple-haired male pouted as the girl giggled.

“Aw, how sweet! By the way…” she leaned in closer to Shuichi, which startled him a little. “This scarf costs way more than thirteen hundred yen. The cost for it is...quite hefty, if I do say so myself.” she whispered lowly.

“How much does it cost, then?” Shuichi asked.

“Hm...maybe someone’s memories?” she hummed out in response.

Shuichi eyed her warily, but she only smiled at him brightly as she accepted the money from him. He sighed, withdrawing from her as Kokichi spoke.

“Well, since you bought it, I guess I should let you have it for now.” he handed the scarf to Shuichi along with a slip of paper. “And here’s my number.” he said.

Shuichi took the scarf and paper from Kokichi, examining them. As he did, Kokichi continued to eye him. Upon feeling the set of eyes on him, he glanced back at Kokichi.

“Yes?” he said.

“You know...the more I look at you, the more I feel like I’ve seen you before.” Kokichi commented.

Shuichi’s eyes widened in surprise as Kokichi leaned in towards him, purple eyes scanning him.

“I wonder...were we lovers in a past life or something?” he mused aloud.

“Were we...what?” he questioned, wondering if he heard him correctly.

“Lovers. Maybe we were lovers in a past life.”

“Were we?”

Kokichi shrugged.

“The world may never know.” the sound of a phone ringing reached their ears. “Ah, that’s mine. I’m going to need to go now.” Kokichi said.

He pulled away from Shuichi and began to walk past him.

“I’ll be waiting for your call, my beloved Saihara-chan!” he called out over his shoulder.

“My beloved…?!” Shuichi squeaked as he turned, watching Kokichi wave his hand as he headed down the steps and disappeared from his sight.

Shuichi sighed deeply.

“That was...interesting.” he murmured.

He looked down at the scarf, running a thumb along the fabric before focusing on the piece of paper that had Kokichi’s number on it along with his name and a quick doodle of himself. As he continued to stare at the two items, Kokichi’s question rang in his mind.

“I wonder...were we lovers in a past life or something?”

The bits and pieces from his dreams resurfaced as he thought back on them. This time, the mystery male had wispy purple hair, purple eyes, and a mischievous smile. He gripped the scarf tighter.

He couldn’t help but wonder if these dreams he was having were merely dreams or if they were something. Maybe they were pieces of his memory from his past life that he was told that he shouldn’t remember at all costs.

But if it were indeed those memories that stayed buried within him, locked in Pandora’s box...then Kokichi might be onto something.

[hortensemitchell]

Into the Woods: Chapter One

After Big Time Rush, their lives seemed to only get more hectic. So on the rare chance their schedules lined up, they had to make the most of it with an epic camping trip for the ages.

Rating: M

Pairing: Kendall Knight/Carlos Garcia/Logan Mitchell/James Diamond

Words: 1889

The morning light drifts through the cracks in the curtains, shining directly onto Kendall’s face. If it were any other morning, he would turn over and groan into his pillow desperate for five more minutes of sleep. For once though, he could stay still and enjoy the quiet hum of the city outside his window and the soft snores from the man still asleep against his chest.

Kendall rarely had the time to stop and fully appreciate how beautiful his boyfriends were. Life was so chaotic when they were in a band together, and somehow it became even more so as they each chased their dreams. But here in the early hours of the morning, he was free to stare till his heart was content.

Carlos was still fast asleep, completely unaware of the morning light. When awake Carlos was like a hurricane, boisterous and barreling through the world at breakneck speeds. But while he snoozed, Kendall got to appreciate the softer side of him.

He carefully raised his hand to trail his fingers across Carlos’ cheek, feeling his morning stubble and warm skin. The man was practically a heater, which was wonderful when they visited Minnesota. Back home, he, James and Logan would go into an all out war over who would get to share with Carlos. And the shorter man reveled in the attention he received. The arguments usually ended with them attempting to crowd into one bed like they would when they were younger.

Every time they did that though, they would wake up with back pain and achy limbs and promise they would never do it again. But it never took long before they broke their promise and made the same mistake again.

In LA that warmth was practically a death sentence. Pair it with Carlos’s tendency to attach himself to you like an octopus, and you had a recipe for a sweaty disaster. Fortunately Kendall found that if he kept to sleeping with just a sheet and a box fan, he and the other boys could make it through the summer nights.

From downstairs, Kendall could smell the pot of freshly brewed coffee and the scent of bacon Logan was no doubt frying in the kitchen. The other men would be expecting them to stumble down the stairs sometime soon.

He laid his hand against the small of Carlos’ back and began rubbing slowly as he trailed his hand up and down coaxing the other man awake. Against his chest, he felt Carlos begin to stir and watched as he blinked the sleep from his eyes.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty, did you sleep well?”

Carlos glanced up at Kendall with his warm brown eyes. “You know I did”, he said with a soft smile. He leaned up slightly in an attempt for a kiss, but was kept in place by Kendall’s hand on his shoulder.

Kendall turned his face to the side, “Ah- no, I’ve totally got morning breath.”

“And I totally don’t care.” He replied, moving impossibly close into Kendall’s personal space. “Now let me give you your morning Carlos Kiss.”

Kendall sighed before leaning in and meeting him for a chaste kiss. If Carlos wasn’t too upset about the state of his breath, then there really wasn’t a point in worrying about it. He did make a mental note to brush his teeth in the bathroom before going downstairs though, just in case.

Beside him, Carlos suddenly jolted upright in the bed taking the sheets with him. “I smell bacon.”

“You smell bacon every morning, why is this any different?” Kendall replied sitting up as well. He begins to stretch his arms, trying to regain feeling in the left one that was under Carlos all night.

“Because today is our mini vacation and I figured Logan would sleep in.” Carlos was already up and heading for the door. “But if he’s awake that means I’m late on giving him and James their morning kisses.”

With that Carlos was out the door and Kendall could hear his heavy footsteps heading down the staircase. He leaned back against the headboard taking a moment for himself. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it.

After a quick stop to the bathroom to make sure his breath was minty fresh, he finally made his way downstairs. In the kitchen Logan stood at the stove frying an egg. Carlos had his arms wrapped around him from behind while he rested his head against his shoulder and watched him work.

Kendall stepped into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to Logan’s cheek as he passed. He pulled the blender from the top cabinet and began the necessary steps to prepare a smoothie.

Their morning routine almost moved like clockwork. James was the first of them to wake up, his beauty rituals took a surprisingly long amount of time. Before he took off for the bathroom though, he’d always start a fresh pot of coffee for Logan.

Logan was the next awake, although awake was a generous term for it. He generally had a hard time falling asleep, so in the mornings he operated like a sleep deprived zombie until he was at least halfway through his second cup of coffee.

Once he came back into the world of the living, he’d start frying up breakfast for Kendall and Carlos. Both of them had pretty physically demanding jobs, being a professional hockey player and police officer. And Logan would often lecture them about the importance of a well balanced and hearty breakfast.

The smell of bacon was usually enough to pull Kendall and Carlos down the stairs, and they would take up their usual tasks. Carlos would begin setting the table for breakfast and Kendall would start preparing James’ breakfast smoothie.

With their crazy schedules, morning was the one time they all could just relax and enjoy the company of one another. Sometimes it made Kendall long for the days of Big Time Rush where they spent so much time together that they got sick of it. But then he would take one look at his boyfriend’s faces as they accomplished their dreams, and he realized the time apart was really a small sacrifice.

Besides they made the time count when they did find time to be together. Kendall chuckled to himself as he remembered their last day off together. What was supposed to be a relaxing day turned into an all day affair of playing knights. He’d been given the role of ‘Evil Eyebrow Wizard’ who had kidnapped the fair prince Logan. They hadn’t played like that since they were small children, but damn if he hadn’t had fun.

His thoughts were interrupted as the bathroom door creaked open, letting a hefty amount of steam into the small kitchen. Kendall glanced over and took in the sight of a freshly showered James, clad only in a towel. His skin always seemed to glow after his routine and Kendall had to tear his eyes away from a stray water droplet as it made its way down James sculpted stomach. It was sort of unfair how in shape he was considering Kendall was the pro athlete, but James did put the work in and certainly showed.

However, Kendall had some pride and refused to let James know he’d been staring. Instead he turned back to his work chopping up some bananas for the smoothie. He shot a smile in James' direction before asking, “Would it kill you to wear some clothes?”

“No, but you guys seem to appreciate all of this so much,” He said, gesturing to his body. “I figured why hide it.”

Kendall rolled his eyes good naturedly, as he watched James make his way to the kitchen table. Carlos was hot on his heels, obviously on his quest to secure his final morning kiss. Left on their own, he and Logan were able to work together to finish preparing the rest of their breakfast. And soon they were able to join their other boyfriends at the table.

Kendall glanced down at his plate and noticed how the food was arranged in a happy smile. The orange slice eyes, the egg nose, and bacon smile were impossibly adorable. From the way Carlos was eagerly scarfing down his food, Kendall doubts he noticed the plating. Still he leaned over and squeezed Logan’s knee, flashing him a small smile to let him know his extra effort was appreciated.

A comfortable silence began as the men worked on finishing their breakfast, and Kendall let his mind drift off with the sounds of the forks clicking against the plates. He was quickly brought back to the present though as Logan pulled a binder seemingly out of nowhere, and slammed it onto the table.

Logan looked around the table to make sure he had everyone's attention before flipping open the binder. “Well now that everyone is here, we can quickly go over a couple things.” He reaches into a flap pulling out a stack of paper, passing copies to each of his boyfriends. “I took the liberty of making not only a packing checklist, but a safety protocol for our trip.”

Kendall had to admit, the amount of organization was pretty impressive. But he also knew Carlos and James, and there was no way they were going to follow any rules or regulations. Especially on what they deemed a fun trip.

James leaned forward, placing his hand on top of Logan’s across the table. “Listen, Logan we love you, and clearly you put a lot of time and effort into this. But camping isn’t about lists and protocols, it’s about winging it and making it through the cold unforgiving wilderness with only your manly instincts.” He looked over to Carlos for some backup.

It took a moment for Carlos to finish his mouthful of eggs before he joined in. “James is right! Today is all about reckless adventure, that’s why people go camping in the first place.”

Logan squinted his eyes, throwing an analyzing look at the two men across from him. “You guys haven’t started packing, have you?”

“Yes we have! We just- we needed some last minute supplies.” Carlos said with an innocent smile. It was almost believable if James didn’t look so confused. He gave James a sharp elbow to the rib cage in an attempt to get him on board. “Remember?”

James' eyes opened comically wide, feigning remembrance. “Yeah the- the supplies. Now I remember.” He pushed himself away from the table. “I’m just gonna go check, make sure everything we packed is there. You coming?” He held out his hand to Carlos, who happily took it and the pair took off for the stairs.

“Hey, don’t worry. If you and I follow the packing guidelines then we’ll have enough to share when they inevitably forget something important like water or deodorant.”, Kendall said as he cleared the dishes from the table. “And if worse comes to worst? We’ll have a doctor on call all night.”

Logan shook his head as he helped Kendall gather the rest of the mess. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t get that far. It’s our mini vacation after all.”.

Kendall came around to the other side of the table, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist. “It’s going to be perfect, I promise.”

[aboutafox]

WIP Time

I started writing “Far From Home” sometime in the summer of 2019 and I honestly didn’t expect it to take so long to finish. I probably thought I would be done by Christmas. Haha. Yeah, that one didn’t work out so well.

Since the writing process has been going on forever, I started several other WIPs in the mean time (because that makes total sense).

Anyway, I read over one of those WIPs last night and I still really like it. It has this rainy afternoon mood to me and is a much smaller beast (even though it’s still a multi-chapter fic) than FFH. I hope I can finish it, once I have the other story out of the way.

For some unfathomable reason, I decided that I wanted to write a story about the No.1 Bangel trope aka “What if there were certain consequences to IWRY?” last year. At the same time I watched the PBS documentary Vietnam and somehow this ended up making one story. The plot unravels on two timelines. One that goes forward from an inciting moment in chapter one, and one that goes backward from that moment through different flashbacks all the way back to Thanksgiving 1999. I don’t know if that would drive readers crazy. Probably. In my head it seems cool XD.

Here’s the first un-betaed chapter.

Someday

Fandom: BtVS/AtS Pairing: Buffy/Angel, Willow/Tara, Wesley/Fred Warning: None, IWRY Trope Supreme (in case you are averse to that) Wordcount: ~ 1800 (in this chapter) AN: Don’t get confused by the time frame and ages. I said the plot was a bit more tangled than just not remembering what happened on a day that wasn’t.

Chapter 1 - The First Time You Met

October 2007

It's dark outside when Buffy and Willow return to the castle. The estate is shrouded in a cloak of purple and onyx-grey. The lights in the windows glow like signal fires on the stone facade. Buffy puts her hand on the iron handle of the ancient double doors, and a slight tingle passes through her fingers. The metal warms under her grip, and with a creak and a sigh, the lock opens up, ready to give way to the building. The entrance to the castle is old; the spells not so much.

"I should be used to this by now, but home-automation-magic never ceases to amaze me," Buffy says.

"Psh." Willow waves her hand dismissively. "It's actually a really simple spell."

“Buffy raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

For some people, at least," Willow concedes.

Buffy humors her friend, although she knows the spell is incredibly complex. It took Willow, Tara and three powerful Elder-Witches of the Devon Coven two entire weeks to set it up. It isn't just a protective charm, but an enchantment that recognizes the people who live in the castle as well as their intentions. Only those considered friends are allowed to enter, and only as long as no force or coercion is involved.

Buffy holds onto the handle a moment longer, chanting her personal incantation. "Please be asleep. Please be asleep," she murmurs.

"You don't really believe that, do you?" Willow teases.

"Hope dies last? It's after ten and he’s been in preschool all day. If he's still up, he'll be completely exhausted tomorrow." Buffy pushes the door open at last.

They tip-toe into the entry hall of the castle. Not that it makes a difference, but it feels like anything louder would unnecessarily jinx Buffy's luck. The foyer is only dimly lit, the few wall lamps are dousing the room in a soft and sleepy light. On the ceiling above them, small dots twinkle. A magic night sky has appeared on the vaulted arches, complete with stars and crescent moon, mimicking the firmament outside. A soft murmur resonates from somewhere upstairs, quiet footsteps pad along a far off hallway. Everyone who's scheduled for patrol or a mission tonight has already headed out, and a peaceful slumber has enfolded the building, the castle a sleeping beauty itself. 

Buffy gives Willow a hopeful smile.

Her friend raises her hands thumbs up. 

They exhale.

Then the hectic splat-splat-splat of gripper socks on worn-down sandstone tile shred the calm apart. A figure whips around a corner and crosses the entrance hall in a jubilant victory run. Blonde hair flying. Eyes wide open. A grin stretched from ear to ear, one tooth missing in the front.

"Mom! Mommy! Mom!" The shouts echo from the stone pillars and the walls and the noble lords and ladies in the baroque paintings seem to startle a little at the exuberance.

DJ jumps forward as Buffy kneels down and opens her arms. It's a practiced routine, their welcome ritual.

Willow laughs, "Told you. Nobody puts our baby in a corner."

Skinny arms encircle Buffy's neck and hold onto her tightly. Whatever she has hoped for a few minutes ago, being welcomed home like this is well worth any extra effort tomorrow. They have only been apart for two days, but now a wave of missing him and the pure joy of being together again washes over her. She kisses his forehead and nuzzles the side of his neck, and he squeals. DJ returns her affections with a big wet kiss on the cheek. He smells of minty toothpaste. The soapy scent of face wash. The clean cotton freshness of blue dinosaur PJs. And a whiff of Eau Sauvage. 

Buffy freezes as the fragrance hits her. She hasn't noted the scent in years, but the flood of images that it releases, drowns out all other thoughts in her mind.

This isn't right.

"Mommy! Are you listening?! He fought a dragon! A real dragon!"

"What? What baby? Who fought what?" Buffy tries to focus, to pull her thoughts back to the here and now.

DJ fidgets in her arms, widely gesticulating with his hands. Pulling on her jacket. Punching the air. Making roaring sounds. Telling her of dragons and a man, no not just a man, a hero, who battled monsters in a mystical land beyond the night with his ragtag gang of misfit champions. 

Buffy can’t keep up. Which one of the Watchers has told DJ such a lurid tale? He is anything but tired and bedtime slowly but surely creeps further and further away. 

"Buffy?" Dawn appears from the same hallway as DJ, her face is frozen stiff in an overextended smile that usually belongs to car salesmen and Tupperware ladies. "Hi guys," Dawn greets them again in a hushed, placating voice. "Good trip?" She continues without waiting for an answer. "So Buff, Buffy, before you freak. Let me explain. DJ and I ran into him in town this afternoon, when we were shopping. Like during the day. Oh my god. I almost had a heart attack." She moves her hand over her heart. "I don't even know how DJ found him. But he like zeroed in on him right away. It was totally crazy. And he's actually here to...well he can tell you himself. But I said he could come over and stay the night. We have so much room. I didn't think you would mind. And...I hope you don't." Dawn whispers and rattles down the sentences at the same time.

"Dawn? I didn't get a thing you said. Who did you meet? Why would I be mad?" Buffy looks from Dawn to DJ, trying hard to decide who to make sense of first.

"Err, Buffy…" Willow has taken a step closer to them, and her hand grabs Buffy's shoulder, pinching it tightly. "Really, don't freak because I kinda am."

Buffy looks towards the hallway that leads to the common rooms for a third time.

Another figure has appeared in the dark corridor. He makes no sound as he walks down the hallway in slow, measured steps. His movements fluid and lithe, a living shadow, no motion in excess. Even without seeing his face, Buffy would recognize that walk a thousand times over. Could tell him apart from a row of a hundred men.

Blood starts to rush to her head. Her chest constricts. She feels dizzy. It can't be. He's dead. He's long dead and never coming back. She accepted that fact years ago. For a moment, she thinks she will throw up right here and now, or faint, but then her slayer-senses kick in and help her get a hold of herself. She takes a slow breath and pushes all feelings down.

A small cloud that covered the moon in the magic ceiling sky moves, and a dusty ray of reflected light breaks through. 

He steps into its muted halo.

"Angel?" Buffy whispers.

DJ struggles and squirms in her embrace. "Mommy. That's too tight." She drops her arms and lets him go.

"Sorry. Buddy. Sorry." One of Buffy's hands moves up to cover her mouth, as if it was trying to hold in all the ghosts of emotions that suddenly want to escape.

"Hi," Angel says. His voice raspy as if it hasn't been used much as of late.

"You're alive." She can barely turn the thought into a phrase, fearful that he will vanish if she says the words out loud.

"Well...not entirely."

"Yeah, but you're..."

"I'm here."

She gets up from her crouch, trying to suppress the shake in her legs. Moving into a standing position takes forever. She doesn't know if someone is talking to her. If there are still other people in the entry hall or if everyone has left.

He looks exactly the same. His skin pale. His eyes deep dark pools. His cheekbones high and slightly gaunt. Everything is exactly as Buffy remembers. Except for his hair. His hair is different. It is shorter on the sides and combed somewhat over. It's a different side-part. Or maybe it's always been like that. She's so occupied aligning her mental image of Angel with the man in front of her that she forgets they were having a  conversation. 

From the corner of her eye, she sees Willow moving past her in slow motion. Willow's arms lift and move around Angel at a glacial pace. Willow hugs him and calls his name out loud. Her voice surprised and delighted. 

And with that, the world around Buffy snaps back to normal speed again.

"Angel. Wow. You are here. How are you? How long has it been? Five years?" Willow exclaims.

"More like six here?"

"I -- wow -- How are the Phantom Forces? Or what do they call them? The Ghost Brigades?"

Angel shrugs and smiles and politely answers all the questions he's asked. He's fine. It's been longer for him than for them, how much he doesn't know. Time passes differently in other dimensions. They have recently gained a major victory against the demon armies of the Old Ones. So he's on leave. Angel seems attentive, but his gazes wanders from Willow over to Buffy, and then to DJ. There's confusion in his eyes and maybe something akin to disappointment.Then something else flutters across Angel's features like the wing beat of a moth, barely detectable, but when it has come and gone, it has drained all emotion from his face. Buffy knows that look. The ramparts are raised, and all the walls are up. She remembers the expression from the times when she asked too many questions about his past. From the months after he came back from hell. From their meeting right after she came back from the dead.

Buffy herself hasn't moved. Her feet and her legs are made of lead. She can't take a step, even if she wants to. She has played this moment over a million times in her mind, but now her brain is only white noise and static.  

Another moment passes that feels like an eternity.

Then Dawn sweeps in and picks DJ up. "Alright, time for bed," she calls.

There are squealing protests and calls for more dragon stories that only subside when Dawn lets him ride piggy-back up the ornate wooden staircase.

"Good night, guys! See you tomorrow." Dawn shouts when she reaches the landing that leads to the first floor. "Angel, Buffy, and Willow can show you where the guest rooms are if you don't find them again."

[beeshavethrees]

A/B/O-verse Worldbuilding

Since I've recently gotten back to writing for my A/B/O fic Peppermint Perfume, I wanted to share some of the biological side of things that isn't heavily touched on in the fic, especially because some things differ from your standard A/B/O AU. This isn't at all necessary to understand the fic, but it's always fun to worldbuild, so I figured I'd share! :) Also, please don't take this scientifically, as I am not a biologist. I did my time in biology/lab, and now I'm out and do not want to go back; I'm also fairly sure I retained absolutely nothing from that experience outside of a vivid memory of the sensation of slimy agarose gel covering my hands. As such, this does not reflect anything actually rooted in science, haha. It's just a take on your standard A/B/O verse.

Check it out under the cut!

In this AU, the A/B/O designation serves as a secondary determination (I'm using "phenotype" because that's how I've seen it described before by other fanfic writers, and how it's used in my fic, but that's not exactly the proper term for it) beyond sex for an individual, with such characteristics really only arising with puberty. Alphas get an extra boost in their muscles, for example, as teens -- although it is worth noting that omegas don't usually begin their heats until around their early twenties when they're mostly physically developed.

Alphas, betas, and omegas all have slightly different scents and senses of smell that counteract the other's. Alphas have earthier, herbal scents and are generally better at picking out some particular pheromones from others (allowing them to pick up fear, etc. better), part of the reason why they're naturally protective of others as they can sense when something is wrong, but this also makes them good at sizing up their competition. They're also instinctively protective in any case -- if they have the ability to protect others, why shouldn't they? In general, they also are more likely to have a stronger sense of smell than others, but Thomas' case is still quite the outlier. This is in part why they're stereotyped as being a bit overbearing, but serving as good leaders and protective mates.

Omegas, conversely, have very sweet and fruity scents. They're still capable of picking out pheromones like alphas can, but are better at picking up the scents associated with fear and pain as a protection mechanism. Overall, they are also very good with picking up unrelated environmental scents, making them both good therapists and good with food-related jobs. This is also why they're stereotyped as working best with other people, particularly children.

Finally, betas have a notably minty scent to themselves and actually have a worse sense of smell than alphas and omegas; their pheromones also naturally cancel out those of others, making them good in jobs that require them to be quick-thinking, unbiased, and level-headed. Many go into health-related jobs! This leads them to be stereotyped as more intellectually-oriented than some others.

A lot of this ties back into the nature of omegas and their heats. As mentioned earlier, omegas have their first heat in their early twenties, usually after a few cycles in the months prior of having short pre-heats (periods leading into a heat where an omega will exhibit some symptoms of their body prepping for heat). For female omegas, their heats will occur a few times a year when they're more fertile, and can affect her menstrual cycle for that month.

For male omegas, their heats will often correspond to when their partners are more fertile (if their partner has such organs that they have a menstrual cycle -- for simplicity, I mostly use "female" for this, although there are always cases such as intersex individuals and those who have wacky situations due to genetics being weird); if their partner does not have regular cycles, or doesn't ovulate for whatever reason (they're a male, or otherwise they have something preventing this), their heat cycles will usually fall to occurring at a predictable time every few months, but can still change with their partner's situation. If nothing else influences them, some omegas will have shorter but more frequent heats, and others might have very few longer heats a year. Although a female is fertile more frequently than an omega would normally have their heats, they won't suddenly have more common heats; those heats simply serve as a back-up to ensure they're more likely to parent children at some point.

Omegas who are unbonded have stronger and longer heats from their bodies basically saying "come fuck this!" and physically respond more to the scent of an alpha, although heats are physically taxing and as such only occur a few times a year. In the case of male omegas, they're more likely to have a submissive attitude towards sex, and are biologically more capable of being on the receiving end (so to speak) than males of other phenotype -- and to some extent, this has its roots in biology (checking that other males are able to perform, for example, or even helping to reduce competition and infighting). Because of an omega's heat and how they work, in the modern day there are viable products that create synthetic chemicals that mimic alphan pheromones, particularly as this makes heats shorter and easier. Omegas who have been with an alpha for some time will in fact fall into cycles of having much, much milder heats (such as spending a few days tired and slightly more horny) simply because they have a mate and can take matters into their own hands from there, so there's no point in undergoing a taxing cycle for no reason. For omegas in relationships with betas or other omegas, again, synthetics are available, although regular sex does to some extent help in any case. Similarly, something similar to birth control exists to help inhibit cycles by providing doses of the hormones produced in response to being with an alpha, although some omegas have difficulty getting this without some sort of partner (laws are in place to protect those who are asexual or have a reason to abstain from intercourse/have medical issues that necessitate medication). The specifics vary between male and female omegas, but they generally will impact heats, and for female omegas, can be specially manufactured to also stop them from getting pregnant.

Male omegas cannot get pregnant, although female alphas can; both male omegas and female alphas are born slightly less commonly than female omegas and male alphas. Male omegas are still stronger than female omegas, and male alphas are stronger than female alphas (betas falling in the middle). In terms of the evolution behind this, male omegas had many of the benefits of being omegan (promoting copulation through heats, having a better sense of smell for sensing sickness or rotten food) while still being strong enough to provide protection for other omegas and those caring for the young. Conversely, female alphas would also provide some strength and protection even if being down for the count from childbirth. Female omegas and male alphas are generally the most fertile.

Again, betas fall somewhere in the middle of everything, and are very good at falling into empty roles to fill them, when it comes to actually reproducing. However, day-to-day in society, betas still maintain their more clear cut roles and areas of expertise. There isn't exactly a hierarchy -- an omega is not below a beta or an alpha -- but each phenotype will trend towards certain roles in society and can have harmful stereotypes associated with that, hence why you have cases where omegas are turned down simply because they won't "fit" in the environment of working a particular condition.

This got really long, oops. It's also not very organized. But I just wanted to throw out some thoughts, in case someone found them interesting, or just as future reference for myself. I also pulled all this together from my own ideas and a few different fics I've read in the past, so I hope it's an interesting take, but one that's still rooted in familiarity. ^^

[sarahegerton96]

practice

Warnings: Smut

an: sorry its long, also one if the paragraphs is quite long it wont let me separate it into shorter one sorry, hope you enjoy, sorry if you don’t enjoy I’m only starting out with smut :)

Summary: Y/N and Taron have been paired together to do a sex scene, little does Taron know that Y/N has been infatuated with him since he starred in the TV series The Smoke and never in her wildest dreams would she ever had imagined that she would meet him let alone be casted to do a sex scene with him in his latest movie, when he notices her obvious nerves after finding out he invites her to his trailer to try and comfort her, she declines his offer but somehow finds herself there by the end of the night, when all her fantasies finally come to life...

"Ugh" I groaned leaving the office after our production meeting had finished this evening, I have just been informed that the filming of me and Taron's sex scene is due to start tomorrow, I know what your thinking why was I so bummed about it? Well in actual fact I wasn't 'bummed' at all I was frustrated, you see I have had a little crush on him, oh who am I kidding a HUGE crush on him since I laid my eyes on him in The Smoke and now I was less than 24 hours away from having to do a freaking sex scene with him, when I had been offered this role I didn't expect to have to do a sex scene let alone with one of the hottest welsh men I had ever laid my eyes on, I rubbed my temples as I made my way towards my trailer to try and prepare and get some sleep for my impending intimate scene that was to take place in the morning.

Apparently Taron had noticed my groaning and mood change after the meeting as he approached me as I was heading towards my trailer, "oh great just what I need" I thought to myself " the very last person I needed to be approached by right now,this isn't going to help my nerves at all right now" "Y/N are you okay, you seem distracted after leaving the meeting?" he said as I turned around to answer him we were standing inches apart I could feel his warm minty breath on my face, my head was spinning all I wanted to do was grab his face and pull his lips to mine in a very heated kiss, "oh god Y/N concentrate" I shook my head ridding it of the thoughts I was having, obviously realizing how close were he took a step backwards and cleared his throat, " yep,just tired" I said trying to sound convincing knowing all to well that he wasn't buying it, what else was I supposed to say " that I just spent the last hour in that meeting fantasizing about having your face between my thighs?" "you sure that all that bothering you?" he asked amusingly "oh shit, I was doomed" I thought to myself as his words went straight to my core his accent was so god damn sexy, "Mm hmm" I nodded my head hoping he would believe me.

"C'mon Y/N I can tell there's something else bothering you,your not your usual bubbly self, why don't you come to my trailer and we can talk about it, yeah?", " thanks but no thank you" I politely declined " I think I'm just going to have an early night" I said smiling "Okay well you know if there's ever anything bothering you, you can always come talk to me, my trailers always open" he said, " thank you" I said smiling, god he's gorgeous and sweet, "no worries, I remember what it was like filming my first movie let alone having to do a sex scene in it too, it was always good to have someone to talk or vent to, I cant imagine what its like for you having to do a sex scene in your first ever movie" he said as he smiled genuinely I smiled back at him, "well goodnight then Y/N sleep well, I'll see you in the morning" he said as he turned around "goodnight Taron, you too" I said as we both walked in the direction of our trailers.

"why can't I just do this without letting my feelings get in the way" I sighed to myself as I rid myself of my clothes stepping into a hot shower hoping that it would help me relax so I could get a good nights sleep and be focused for tomorrow, images of Taron flashed in my head as I shampooed my hair "well this isn't helping any" I murmured rinsing the strawberry scented shampoo out, turning the shower off after thoroughly shaving all my appropriate parts in preparation for tomorrow, I wrapped myself in a towel stepping into the small bedroom section of my trailer drying off, moisturizing with my coconut body lotion(which left my skin feeling and smelling amazing) and getting into my silky pj shorts and tank top, slipping into bed hoping that I would soon be drifting off to sleep, 45 minutes later I was still laying there wide awake consumed with my nerves and worries about tomorrow, looking over at the clock on my nightstand it read 11:45pm, I wonder if Taron would still be awake I thought to myself, no harm in checking I said as I stood up pulling on my matching gown and slipping on my slippers, I grabbed my phone making my way out the door locking it behind me and shuffling across the set to the door of Tarons trailer, I knocked lightly hoping it was enough for hum to hear, what am I doing I thought to myself as I was about to walk away when the door to Taron's trailer swung open to reveal him standing there in nothing but a towel hung very lowly on his hips, my eyes were level with his waist I couldn't help but stare and the bulge that was present, my eyes trailed up his body taking in every detail of it from the v that traveled under under his towel to the toned muscles of his abs and up over his pecks that had a small amount hair covering them, his body damp from the shower he had obviously just gotten out of.

"Oh hey Y/N, what has you here" he said surprised to see me standing in front of his trailer after declining his offer earlier in the evening, "H-hey Taron, s-sorry for interrupting your evening, c-can we talk?" I stuttered out "don't be silly your not interrupting, of course we can,come in" he said moving to the side to let me in, I stepped in looking around his trailer it was surprisingly clean and tidy for a man to be living here I thought to myself, " please sit down" he said gesturing towards the sofa, I made my way over sitting down, "I'll be back in a few,I'm just going to pull some clothes on, make yourself at home" he said as he disappeared into the bedroom, I sat there nervously waiting for him to come back out wondering how I'm going to proceed, do I just come out and tell him how I feel about him? oh god I should have never came here maybe I could just sneak back out quietly while he's getting dressed, I was interrupted from my thoughts by the sound of a door opening and Taron stepping back out pulling a t-shirt over his head and down his torso, "shit there goes my plan of sneaking back out" I thought as he walked towards the fridge pulling out a beer "would you like one Y/N?" he said holding the bottle towards me, "Yeah please" I said nodding, he popped the cap off handing it me grabbing another one for himself and sitting down next to me, "are you okay Y/N?" he said placing his hand just above my knee, my skin immediately heating up from his touch, I cleared my throat and took a deep breath before speaking, " I-I-I " I stammered unable to get out what I wanted to say my mouth going dry,"Hey,hey it's okay relax there's no need to be nervous" he said soothing me rubbing my leg gently trying to calm me down little did he know it wasn't helping at all. his touch was like fire against my skin sending nothing but arousal straight to my core, "why don't we try that again, hmm?" he spoke softly. I just nodded clearing my throat once again hoping I could get out what I needed to say this time,downing my beer, Taron's eyes went wide as he just witnessed me practically down a bottle of beer in one, " I-I'm  just so nervous about tomorrow, I-I've never done anything like this before, the most intimate I've ever gotten on screen was making out with someone" I blurted out letting out a sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding, Taron just nodded his head acknowledging me, "listen Y/N I completely understand where your coming, I was a nervous wreck the night before I had to film my sex scene with Richard, it's completely normal to feel this way, I was that bad I went out and got absolutely smashed the night before" he confessed letting out a small laugh to lighten the mood, " really?" I said feeling relieved knowing that I'm not just overreacting, "Of course, it wouldn't be normal if you didn't feel somewhat nervous, your getting naked in front of cameras and only god knows how many people and pretending to have sex with someone your bound to feel vulnerable" he said, god how can one man be so intimidating but yet so caring,soft and understanding, I couldn't help but just stare into his gorgeous emerald green eyes, getting lost in them only to be snapped out of my daydream when I heard Taron speak, "How about something stronger, to help you relax?" he suggests, I nod my head "the stronger the better" he laughs standing up walking over to the press and pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses walking back over setting them down on the table in front of us pouring the liquid into the two glasses I grab mine downing it in one I shiver at the feeling the warmth of it running down my throat setting the glass back down for a refill, looking over to Taron who now had a cheeky smirk playing on his lips, what was he thinking?

An hour and almost a a full bottle of Jack Daniels later we were sitting there talking about anything and everything that came to our minds, my nerves were non existent at this stage and my body felt so relaxed although that probably had something to do with drinking nearly a full bottle of Jack Daniels between myself and Taron, "Oh god, is it just me or is it hot in here" Taron said as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, my eyes went wide as I eyed his toned chest and abs up and down hungrily, I could feel the wetness pool in my pants, "Mmm" a moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it, "Oh crap" I thought to myself, "like what you see babe?" he said with his eyebrow cocked slightly obviously my moan not going unnoticed by Taron, " what the hell, was this really about to happen" I thought to myself, biting my lip I nodded my head slowly looking into Tarons eyes they were dark with lust, I gulped watching him move closer to me, his lips parted ever so slightly his tongue darted out to lick them, "why don't we get some practice in for tomorrow babe" he said as he brought his lips to mine in a hungry yet passionate kiss, our lips moved in sync with each others, I moaned into the kiss as he deepened it one of his hands dropping to my waist to pull my body flush to his the other hand going up to the back of my head his fingers tangling themselves in my hair, I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, he tugs on my bottom lips earning a moan from me, slipping his tongue into my mouth as he pulls me into his lap straddling him, I instinctively grind my hips against his feeling him harden against my pussy I grind harder trying to relieve some of the throbbing between my thighs, which earns a almost growl like moan from Taron, his hands move to the tie of my robe tugging gently as it comes undone, sliding it down my arms I shiver as I feel his hands brush against my now bare arms as the robe pools in a ball on the floor, we break apart gasping for air, it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room,I arch my back my chest pressing against  Tarons as his lips attach themselves to my neck sucking and nipping as he makes his way down my neck stopping as I suck in a sharp breath when he hits that spot on my neck "Ooh" I moaned he continues his assault, "Mmm you tastes amazing babe, can't wait to see how the rest of you tastes" he mumbles against my neck, mentally patting myself on the back for choosing to put on my coconut body lotion after my shower earlier on, Taron pulls his lips from my neck with a pop, licking and kissing over the spot where he left his mark to soothe it, knowing that I'm going to be questioned on the whereabouts that mark came from in the morning, "Taron I'm going to be questioned about that mark tomorrow and the whereabouts is came" you groaned as his hands made there way down your back and cupping your arse and harshly squeezing it earning a  growl from you, " well then tell them where it came from babe and wear it with pride because when I'm done with you, you'll be limping to the set tomorrow and that mark will be the least of your problems" he growled as he stood up lifting you with him, his hands having a firm grip of your arse you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he makes his way through to the bedroom.

Falling onto the bed with you on top of him his hands sneaking up the front of you pj top as he cups your breasts in his hand he moans in satisfaction to discover your not wearing a bra, " Mmm naughty little slut not wearing a bra" he says as he squeezes you breasts and pinching your nipples causing them to harden under his touch, you arch you back and grind your hips into his erection through his shorts at his actions, his hips thrust up against your now very damp center, he grabs the hem of your top pulling it up over you head, biting his lip and throwing his head back in pleasure as your naked chest is revealed to him, " Such beautiful, plump perky breast you have" he say as he leans up taking you nipple in his mouth sucking and biting on it while playing with the other, moving to the other one to give it the same attention, flipping you over without warning, so your back is now against the soft mattress, staring hungrily at you he dips his head down kissing over the swell of your breasts , down between the valley of them, grabbing them and bringing them together with his face between them motor boating you, " just the perfect size, and a nice handful" he moans against you and he leaves sloppy kisses down your stomach stopping just above the waistband of your shorts, you squirm beneath his as his fingers trace teasingly sown your sides and hooks into the waistband of your shorts and panties dragging them down your legs in one swift motion dropping them to them, you gasp and arch your back as the cool air hits your now dripping pussy, Tarons face is now between your thighs admiring the sight of your arousal dripping down your thighs knowing that its him causing you to be this wet has him palming himself through his shorts, you can feel his hot breath against your pussy, "Taron please" you began to beg but before you could finish your sentence he brought his lips to you pussy licking a strip from your opening up to your clit and sucking harshly on it, he pinned your hips to the bed to prevent you from thrashing around under him as he continued his assault on your clit, a combination of nibbling and sucking had you a moaning mess beneath him, "Shit" you cursed as you felt him plunge two fingers deep inside curling them and brushing against that spot inside you, your orgasm crashed over you without warning pulsing around Tarons fingers he continued to moved his fingers  in and out of you while still sucking on your clit until you went limp from the pleasure you had just experienced,"Oh shit babe that was so hot, I almost lost it while watching you", he said while staring at you his lips glistening with your arousal, "Hmm babe you taste so sweet" he hummed bringing his fingers to his mouth to clean them off,bending down kissing you, you could taste yourself on his tongue, you whimpered at the loss of contact as he stood up from the bed ridding himself of his shorts, his cock sprung free standing proudly oozing with pre-cum, he wasn't wearing any boxers underneath his shorts, you sat up reaching your hand out towards his throbbing erection, he hissed at the contact when your hand grasped him pumping him slowly, your thumb ran over his slit collecting the pre-cum on your thumb and bringing it to you mouth sucking it off, " Hmm you taste delicious babe, exactly how I've always imagined you would" you purred, watching him gulp slowly and shudder at your words you loved the affect you had on him,"So you've fantasized about me hmm?" he mused watching you intently, "Only since you were in The Smoke" you confessed which earned a smile from him,"Well babe I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about you as well from the very first day you stepped foot on the set, why'd you think it's you who's doing this sex scene with me hmm? I haven't been able you get you out of my head, I've lost count the amount of times I've jacked off to the thought of having you bent over moaning my name as I pounded into you" he confessed your eyes went wide at the thought of Taron personally requesting that it was you who had to do the sex scene with him, before you could process anything further he had flipped you over onto your stomach and pulling your arse towards him, "As much as I'd love to feel those gorgeous plump lips around my cock babe watching as I face fuck you it'll have to wait for another time I can't take it anymore I have to feel that delicious tight wet pussy around my throbbing cock" he whispers as he teases the opening on your pussy with his tip, you back against him trying to push him inside of you, he pulls away, " Now now patience babe, bad girls get punished" he whispers in your ear you were about to protest when you felt his hand come in contact with your arse, "Aah" you moan out the pleasure more overwhelming than the stinging pain, "Ooh you like that you kinky little slut" he said as he slammed into you without warning, "Oof Jesus Christ Taron you fill my tight little cunt so good" you moan out as Taron starts to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace,"H-harder, F-faster Taron" you stutter out, with that he starts to pound into you relentlessly, reaching down between your thighs he begins to rub your clit in circles applying the perfect amount of pressure, "I-I'm close" you moan out not caring who hears you, "Me t-to babe" he growls out, "cum for me babe" he says pounding into you, your sure the trailer is rocking and anyone passing by knows whats going on inside, you feel your pussy begin to clench around waves of pleasure course through you body as you are overcome with your second orgasm of the night, your orgasm sets off Taron's as you feel his movements slow down he stills in you as he spills him cum in you the after waves of your orgasm milking him of every drop he has to offer "Shit Y/N that was even better than I could have ever imagined" he moans as he pulls out of you, falling down beside you on the bed pulling you into his chest as his arms wrap around your waist nuzzling his head against your hair inhaling the scent of your strawberry shampoo humming in contentment, you wince slightly as the loss of him the pain now beginning to set in but are on to much of a high to even care, you had just has the most mind blowing sex with thee Taron  the man who you've been in love with for years, Taron pulls the duvet over the two on you as you drift off into the most relaxing amazing sleep in the arms of the most amazing man.

The next morning you wake up your eyes flutter open taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, until you realize that what happened last night was not a dream you had actually had sex with Taron, you smiled happily to yourself rolling over seeing Taron sprawled out snoring lightly, with his hair messed, yet again another smile breaks out on your face that you cant help, you sit up slowly trying not to wake Taron, "Ooh shit" you hiss at the pain between you legs, Tarons words from last night ring through your ears, "Well he was right I will be limping onto set today" you laughed to yourself as you lay beck down not able to stand up, Taron begins to stir in the bed beside you, he groans as his eyes open slowly you watch as he tries to adjust to the brightness, "Morning babe" his voice is raspy and oh so sexy in the morning, " good morning" you say, "I thought I the most amazing dream then I woke up to discover it wasn't a dream it was reality" he says as he pulls you towards his chest kissing your hair, you wince as he pulls you to him, " Oh shit babe are you okay?" he asking guilt and concern laced in his voice, "just a tad bit sore" you say laughing, " I'm sorry babe I didn't realize, you should've told me I would have been more gentle" he says, " don't you ever apologize for making me have the most earth  shattering orgasms, that was amazing last night and thrust me it's worth every bit of pain I'm feeling" you say genuinely rubbing your hand up and down his jawline feeling his stubble against your hand, "Happy I could be of service to you" he smirked, "Now why don't we get washed up and grab some breakfast" he said, you nodded he helped you up out of bed carrying you to the bathroom running you a nice hot bubble bath helping you in and slipping in behind you, you sigh as you relax against his chest enjoying the feeling of the water and bubbles Taron washes you and helps you out and helps you get dried slipping your pj's, robe and slippers from last night back on you lay on the bed watching him get dressed and he helps you to your trailer to get dressed

As you's step out of his trailer there's a few people around who turn to you's whistling and cheering as they watch you limp towards your trailer with Taron's arm wrapped around your waist helping you, your blushing so hard your sure face is a red as a tomato Taron just laughs and helps you into the trailer, he gets your clothes out for you and helps you get dressed, 45 minutes later your ready and yous begin to make your way towards the hair and make-up trailer, yous walk on set hand in hand passed everyone who yet again start wolf whistling and cheering at yous, you hear comments like "Jesus Taron be careful with her next time you don't want to brake her" you's walk up to Dexter "I see yous two must have done some practicing last night for your big scene today, judging from the way Y/N's limping and that Mark on her neck" he said with a wink while laughing, "Oh god" you groan putting your head into Tarons shoulder to try and hide your blush, "It's okay babe don't worry, there just jealous that  know how to make my girl feel good" he said as he pulled you in for a kiss it was a sweet kiss nothing like the hungry ones last night, " your girl?" you say question him, "Yeah my girl, that's if you'll have me?" he says smiling widely at you, your heart could burst your so happy right now, "Of course I'll be your girl" you say and he kisses you smiling into the kiss, nothing could take the smiles off your faces right now :)

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