#one of them lost a baby tooth and one of them noticed. his joints have started to hurt.

[nexus-nebulae]

how. how is losing baby teeth considered body horror

[shirophantomvox]

Hold My Hand- Illumi x Reader

OMG thank you! My first international fan! Thank you for this wonderful prompt! This was requested by @illucilfer .

Summary: Today’s story takes place in a 1950s diner by a frequently used Interstate; Interstate 95. We know this dinner for its delicious hamburgers, hot dogs, milkshakes, and jukebox records, but every night one Patreon never returns home. A few men who were angry about your recent arrest have shot you both. As you both stare at each other exchanging mental signals, everyone around you tries to help you to the hospital. Y/N is narrating the story. I seem to have fewer grammar errors that way. FYI, Bold and italicized font will reference a thought or flashback.

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The leaves have turned bright yellow and orange, fluttering every second to the ground. I could hear little children a while away laughing and playing in the community park; throwing up the leaves, jumping into piles, and throwing them at each other. The smell of freshly baked donuts brightened everyone’s mood. All you had to do was take one bite and your face would brighten and crack a smile. Dining at Cupid’s Kitchen will always have your heart and interest.

Interstate 95 was always heavy with traffic during this time of year. The folks of Dallas celebrated mulch annually. The “Mulch Fest” was a street fair that stretched 1.5 miles to the east that contained music, drinks, farmer panels, homemaker Q&A, and other activities that southerners enjoy. Illumi and I are only here because of an unfinished assignment. We have worked night and day for countless days trying to catch Jack “Da Hamor” Gilberton, but he was nowhere to be found. Eventually, I allowed my anger to get the best of me and made the executive decision to take a day off. I barred Illumi from searching, tracking, or any form of hunting for our target. The life of a bounty hunter and an assassin can thrill, but it can drive you insane if you allow it.

Ironically, Illumi and I both enjoy fall. It is perfect for cuddling (although he acts as if he’s too good to cuddle), wearing creative hoodies, going to pumpkin patches, and attending apple orchids. I tend to “lose my cool” when we have dates there. When I was a child, my family did not go on trips like these because they were over an hour away from our home and I had 5 siblings. But once I made money for myself, I made it my mission to go to one at least 5 times out of the year. Illumi enjoys the different fudge, hot cider, and candy apples. He almost broke a tooth on one!

“Say cheese snag-a’-tooth!”

“Stop it. It’s not funny!”

“It is! Could you imagine if you lost your two front teeth? You’d look almost adorable as you did in the 1st grade!”

“How did you know about that?”

“Duh! It happens to everyone, but your mother showed me the pictures, of course.”

“Curses!”

Illumi’s sweet tooth is just like Killua’s; both have a weakness for chocolate. Except, Killua will admit defeat while his older brother keeps denying it.

Cupid’s Dinner has been in Dallas for over 55 years. A black woman established it in 1945 by the name of Mary-Lou Benson. Since then, Mary’s family has been running the shop, making sure all of her customers are happy with the service. During the turn of each season, Cupid’s Dinner gives its customer's food options based on the season. The fall options include donuts, candy apples, different flavored cider, fudge, and hot coffee specials. As much as everything looked appetizing, I could not order it all. Our server, Little Ben, placed our drinks in front of us and handed us the menu. I could tell he was happy with his line of work, just as I was to be with Illumi.

“You all take your time. I��ll be back in five.”

Ilumi glanced on both sides of the room, scanning for Jack Gilberton, already forgetting the agreement we established.

“Illumi, what are you doing?”

“Huh?”

“You keep looking around like you’ve seen Da Hamor. Eat your donut and relax, sweetheart.”

“I cannot relax. I must stay on alert.”

“If I can relax, so can you. It’s not that hard.”

“Fine. If I die, it’s on your head… literally.”

The jingling bell rang almost every second when a customer walked in. It was a joy to everyone's ears; the spirit of Mary Lou-Benson was alive and well. An overwhelming feeling of love seemed to have overtaken the diner. After examining the bistro for quite some time now, each customer had been using their cellphones at the table instead of chatting with their families. Many traditional families hated that about this generation but they should be open to new traditions forming. Illumi dislikes using cell phones or tablets at the table unless we use them for missions. He has emphasized how rude it is to be surfing the web about utter nonsense while someone is speaking. This is a pet peeve of his, something I’ll never step on his toe about. Although I think that is overdoing it, I respect it.

Little Ben served our table quickly, leaving us with two dishes of a classic chicken sandwich, kettle chips, one chocolate, and vanilla milkshake. Milkshakes were my weakness; I nearly foam at the mouth when I see one. When I found out that Illumi had NEVER had a milkshake, I almost fainted.

“No. I’ve never had a milkshake.”

“Huh? You’re missing out, pal.”

“What’s the big deal? Isn’t it frozen milk?”

“Not just frozen milk. You can add many flavors, toppings, and whip cream!”

“Well, then. You’ll have to show me sometime.”

We thanked Little Ben for his service as he clocked out for the day.

“I have to admit these sandwiches look very appetizing.”

“You can say that again!”

Before I nibbled on my sandwich, I wanted to take a moment and adore the man before me; Illumi Zoldyck. A man full of mysteries, professionalism, skill, and talent. His enormous eyes were immersed in the large pieces of chicken in between the sourdough bread. He licked his index finger vigorously; allowing the homemade honey mustard to drip enough from the bread to the plate in between licks. Just the sight of him actually relaxing for once has blown me away. For once, Illumi Zoldyck could be himself and I had the privilege to witness it.

“Um… why are you staring at me? Do I have food on my face,” he asked; violently wiping his mouth off with a provided cloth napkin.

“Oh! Ha, ha; no reason. I wanted to see your reaction after drinking your milkshake. That’s all.”

“Why? It’s just a drink.”

“Whatever you say, babe.”

“Babe? What happened to LuLu or Illumi-Lu?”

I gasped and pretended to be surprised… although I was a little.

“I did not know that you liked those pet names. I assumed it mortified you.”

“Who told you that? That never rolled off my tongue. “What I said was” — He bent closer to the table and to me; glancing both to the right and left to ensure no wandering ears were around — “I prefer Illumi-Lu to be said in the bedroom and LuLu when we’re alone, like how we are right now.”

“Aww…. ok,” I yelled in excitement.

“Don’t blow it out of proportion, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

As we ate, Illumi hummed along to the tune that played a few times on the restaurant's jukebox. Illumi and I were born in the mid-90s, but listening to 50s music was a part of his aesthetic. I was told that he had an “old soul” which sounds romantic at first until you realize how men were during that era. His raging temper was a noticeable toxic trait, but it has drastically improved. Nonchalantly sipping on his milkshake and then eating more of his chips, he grazed the soft part of his left hand over mine as he continued to hum.

“What’s the name of this song? You seem to know it rather well.”

“Put your head on my shoulder, a famous song from the 60s. I heard my parents sing it once and since then, they have addicted me to it. Do you like it?”

“Yes, in fact, I love it. All of this is—”

“A surprise to you? Well, enjoy it while it lasts because once I find Jack Gilberton, this side of me will hide for a while.”

“Understood.”

Damn! I was just feeling connected to him again!

The music swelled; everyone seemed to be happy. Not an evil spirit insight to disrupt this beautiful moment. For once in my life, my raven-haired beauty actually held my hand tight, stole a few of my barbecue kettle chips, and gazed into my eyes harmlessly. His lips brushed against both of my hands, ever so lightly placing kisses on both sides of them. Illumi’s gentle smile warmed my heart as my lingering thoughts of hope stayed intact.

The welcoming bell jingled again. Two men in black leather jackets, stone-washed blue jeans, and tattooed all over their arms came into the diner. The men seemed to be bikers who had just left their own “spot” but one thing struck me as they continued to walk towards the staff. They both wore sunglasses when the sunset for the day. Not to mention that the lights were not dim in the diner and the moon was as bright as ever. The second man had his eyes glued in my direction. My heart beat faster as I wondered if Jack Gilberton had found us. Could you imagine?

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me you love me too

I am used to coming in contact with enemies on my hit list, but given Jack’s criminal history; I felt like I may not survive his attacks. Illumi will survive, but just barely. Both men approached the checkout, crowing over Little Ben’s sister. She was a short woman but full of might, and I could tell by the shakiness in her voice she was frightened. I wanted to step in so badly, but I didn't want to blow my cover just in case it was, in fact, Jack Gilberton. After I assume, ordering food, both men stood by the entrance, blocking it from others from entering and leaving. The sound of their old, beat up-lighters crackled as one lit a joint and the other lit a cigarette. This horrid smell ruined the atmosphere because they were not in a designated area and it drowned out the lovely aroma of the food being served.

“If you gentlemen would like to smoke, you need to go outside. There is no smoking in here.”

“What? You think you’re better than me because you don’t smoke?”

“Huh? I never said that, sir. I asked for you to go outside. Not all of our customers can deal with it.”

They did not move a muscle. The sound of their mucous laughter made everyone’s stomach turn. They laughed at the young girl and called her many slurs. Little Ben’s sister didn’t flinch, nor did she cry; she remained still, staring at the men. I had just enough of their obnoxious behavior.

“If you do not leave, I will call the police.”

“The hell you won’t.”

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won't you kiss me once, baby?

He drew a gun from his left side. He aimed it at Little Ben’s sister and demanded that she emptied the drawer. She refused. Her stone, iron will reminded me of Illumi; no matter the circumstance, they remained intact, determined to fight until the end. Bravery is always encouraged, but too much will cause your life to be taken away. Little Ben’s sister grabbed a fake till that they kept under the real one and threw it at both men. Fake money fluttered everywhere in the small diner, mimicking confetti. Gunshots rang in all directions as the imbeciles recklessly shot, aiming for Little Ben’s sister. Everyone threw themselves on the ground to avoid being shot, but luck cannot spread itself throughout an entire room of people. A young child, an older man, and another worker were shot in their lower leg. Blood reflected from the ground as it continued to seep. Ignoring injured civilians is a jackass move and continuing to deny the fact would prove that the oath I pledge to meant nothing. Sure, bounty hunters must remain hidden, but if someone is injured, I must help them.

The child was lying lifeless on the polished marble floor. He would not respond to my shaking or my silent whispers. When I rolled him over, my heart broke into a million pieces. This child had no chance of survival; a few bullets struck his chest, one just inches away from his heart. A tear rolled down my cheek.

“Why must the good die young,” I whispered to myself.

“... Because snitches get stitches.”

Before I could gain sight of who stated this utterly corny response, I felt an overwhelming amount of pain in my lower back. It felt like a million tiny needles were jabbed so far through my skin that they entered my intestine. I could still hear, but my body would not move. I tried and tried, but my brain would not signal my legs.

Move! Move, damn it!

It’s odd; I could hear myself talk, but my body would not move at all. The sound of another thudding body made my mind jump. My heart had already been pounding enough to try to resuscitate my organs to move, but a familiar semi-blurring sight of none other than Mr. Illumi Zoldyck cleared my sight. My brain went wild. I didn’t know if Illumi died or if he became paralyzed, but one thing is for sure. We finally made eye contact that felt special; something I hadn’t felt since the day I met him. Our contact felt like magnets; an unbreakable bond. Suddenly, my icy hand felt warmth around my palm and fingers. Illumi simultaneously fell in a way that connected our hands. Our unbreakable bond, the warmth of his fingers laying on top of mine, and the gaze we shared somehow made me feel like it was just the two of us alone. I could hear his thoughts loud and clear; thoughts that came from the heart.

“Please help me. Before it’s too late, LuLu,” I cried, thinking I was going insane. “I don’t want to leave if it means leaving you behind.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”

“Please! I want to live a life. Life as a bounty hunter, build a support system to our children, and a good lover is all I want to be.”

“You are a warrior and so am I. We have been through worse. This is nothing.”

Mere eye contact is all we need to exchange wandering conversations. The bond that we’ve created is something so strong that I haven’t realized it until now. The warmth emitted from his loose grasp seems to lose its effectiveness. It blurred my vision beyond recognition, leaving Illumi as a near figment of my imagination.

“Oh no. I guess this is it.”

My vision darkened. Illumi was slipping away as my lingering thoughts almost made my heart give out from exhaustion. I was ready to accept my fate, but it seemed like fate had other plans. My vision was still darkening by the second, but my sense of touch remained there. Smooth fingers outline my arms, torso, and chest. I heard muffled voices yelling and screaming about calling for assistance, but I didn’t care if they came or not. I made peace with my life’s end. Bit by bit, my breathing slowed down, but my sense of touch remained heightened. I felt a rubber glove touch my face and neck, examining it for any damage.

The jukebox continued to play Illumi’s favorite song, Put Your Head on my Shoulder. I remembered the day I laid my head on his shoulder; boy, what an endearing moment that was. It was something I took for granted, something I should have savored, for I never knew that this moment would have happened. The song grew muffled by the second verse. That verse repeated every time I tried to force myself to take what felt like my last gaze at my raven-haired beauty.

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe

You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)

-FIN.

A/N: Since you’ve made it to the end, I’ll say something. The reader did not die in the end. They were later revived at the hospital.

[someonewhowannadielol]

My name is JK (Alien!Jungkook! x Human!Reader)

PART TWO (SEQUEL TO ‘MY NAME IS 01001010 01001011′)

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Warning: Tooth-rotting fluff, Jungkook being a cutie, ok the real warning tags are Daddy kink, birthday sex, innocent reader being trained (???), lots of hicks and marking, cunt slapping, oral sex, uhh and jk being a competitive baby.

Genre: Fluff, Smut, if you squint and look closely, a little bit of humour.

Word Count: 5.6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

It had been a week since Jungkook had, ahem, dicked you down. And it has been the best week of your life so far – he showed you things you had never seen before, the most beautiful scenes that your eyes feasted upon. You both had gone to the Neon Valley, it was a vast blue-purple lake that lit up at night due to the minerals on the sand bed below, and the lilies residing there would dance every night.

They fluttered, swung and swayed – and simultaneously, Jungkook and you too, had danced – he took you in his arms and as you both slow danced to the humming of the diva-crackers, you couldn’t help but look at his gorgeous face, adorned with a smile that you’d never replace for anything in this universe. You could feel yourself falling for him, he twirled you with ease, and as you stumbled back into his arms, he lost his balance trying to save you from falling and splash! 

You both had ended up in the hot water, and despite the current situation, you both had burst into boisterous laughter which echoed across the plain field around. In the shining moonlight, Jungkook’s face was more lit up than the neon water they were in, his long hair sprawled across his forehead, as he pushed it back with his left hand, while holding your waist with his right arm.

Jungkook looked at you with such intensity, you didn’t really know how to react. both of you knew you wanted more than just cuddles on your couch that was too small for Jungkook, more than grocery shop romances, and trekking on the artificial mountain, and more than watching movies together,, more than cuddling under the tree at the main park, more than making fun of each other, you wanted each other so much more badly.

“Kiss me,” Jungkook whispered, his face getting dangerously close.

“I’m scared,” Of course you were, but you didn’t move away from me.

“Of what?” Jungkook’s eyebrows bunched up like they always do when he’s confused.

“Of falling. Of drowning,” you answered as you looked into his eyes, how could someone not fall for him?

“Well, I’m already drowning, so don’t be scared, silly,” Jungkook’s eyes formed from his usual doe eyes to half-moon crescents and, you were no longer afraid to fall.

Because he was there, he will always be there, right beside you.

Fuck. You couldn’t help but curse as you saw the red spot on your lavender sheets, they were my favorite sheets. You had really bad mood swings when you were on your period, and you were basically uncontrollable. You saw Jungkook’s figure on the left side of the bed, sleeping peacefully, his chest heaving up and down as he breathes consistently.

“Baby,” you whined, as you almost pushed him off the bed. There was no way that you were going to the pharmacy to get the goods, so he was your only choice possible.

He stumbled as he got up, sleep still swimming in his eyes, as his hands went up to rub them, trying to get rid of the slumber that had taken over him.

“Yes, princess?” he asked in his hoarse voice – which turned you on (especially a lot now, since your uterus was sad, lonely and angry). His eyes travelled to the blood on the sheets, and it would be an understatement to say that he had a heart attack.

He immediately engulfed you in his arms, “Are you hurt anywhere?” he said, unable to breathe, because fuck, if anything ever happened to you, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

The worry in his eyes was making you feel guilty; did he even know what was happening?

“Jungkook, chill,” you laughed a little before directing him to the side of the bed, telling him to sit.

“Humans – well, only females – have to go through a period of time where they bleed. From down there,” you explain, and watch him go into a slight state of shock.

The poor baby just woke up 2 minutes ago, so this was probably hard to digest.

“You… you’re bleeding… and you don’t go to the hospital?”

“Does it hurt?” he asks in the timidest voice ever, careful not to offend you. He remembers once he asked you about body hair and since it was your biggest insecurity (cue Middle School flashbacks when you were the only girl with a slight unibrow and mustache), you couldn’t help but lash out on him.

“Yeah, it hurts a lot in my tummy,” you said on your way to the bathroom, “I need my supplies though, could you get them for me?”

Half an hour later, Jungkook returned with five bags of chocolates, chips and snacks – enough to feed a small village. The entire week, he kept studying you (you swear you saw him looking at you and writing notes in his small notebook, like a detective. Sigh) and your mood swings and tendency to eat the weirdest food combinations – he couldn’t help but gag when he saw you dip a whole cucumber in peanut butter.

“Kookie, cuddle with me,” during the day you would make grabby hands at him, and get him to massage your back, but at night you’d be the complete opposite – wanting to sleep as far away from him as possible. He also noted that you were more sensitive to jokes during the week, so he kept them at a minimum, and his praises at a maximum.

“Baby, you know, you look so cute in my arms,” he cooed, as he kissed your cheek while cuddling. He didn’t miss the blush that crept on your cheeks either.

Also, despite all the bleeding, you were ready to jump his bones anytime. He hasn’t had this much sex with anyone in one week. Not that he minded it.

You were more than ecstatic when you saw your favourite-est food in the world stocked in the human section of the grocery store. Spicy Hot Korean Ramen! You still remember when eating this used to be a challenge, back on Earth.

As you stacked the basket with half the stock, Jungkook couldn’t help but look at the ingredients – what was it that made you love them so much?

He was well, more than shocked to see all the different kinds of spices that humans could barely tolerate, chili flakes, red pepper oil, habanero flavored seasoning… he couldn’t let you eat this!

“Baby, this is too spicy for you, maybe we should buy this,” he pointed to the boring chicken and cheese flavored ramen. No! You were going to buy the spicy one and that’s finalized. Of course, Jungkook looked at you, and couldn’t argue. He doesn’t think he could argue with you even if he tried to.

Back at the apartment, Jungkook bit his tongue, trying not to say “I told you so,” as you fought your tears while eating the horrendous noodles. You were positive you could never feel your numb tongue as you chugged down the glass of strawberry milk that Jungkook handed you.

As expected, Jungkook was prepared for the stomach ache you experienced throughout the night, and gave you medicine to recover.

Before sleeping, you heard him sigh before saying, “I told you so,”

Jungkook had noticed you a lot, ever since you moved in with him. You didn’t have much belongings anyways, because you were only allowed to carry 100 pounds of baggage on the space craft, so you only carried the essentials. (Yes, you brought an oven. Yes, it was 77 pounds heavy. No regrets.)

While getting accustomed to his cozy, but huge apartment, you couldn’t help but trip over furniture. At first, it was his coffee table in the kitchen, next to the refrigerator. Every time you would get something to eat, your pinky would hit the leg of the table, causing you to splutter nonsense and then cry about it.

His bed was also higher than you expected it to be, so every day, for an entire month, after waking up you would underestimate the height – and always, always fall down from it.

He was extremely shocked by your ability to ignore pain, and to continue suffering every day because of the same cause at the same place. It’s okay, because now he’d hold you as you stepped out of the bed, and moved the coffee table to the other side of the kitchen.

He also noticed that humans don’t always have a thought out sleep schedule, they did as they pleased. Last night, you were pretty much half asleep at 4 AM, as you tried to finish the last episode of the new Netflix series.

“You were so sleepy, yet you continued to watch it without even understanding what’s happening?” he asked as soon as you woke up, to which you shrugged.

Again, next week, you forced yourself to get up at 5AM in the morning, so you could go for a jog. After all, you were thinking of getting more fit, all you did was lay on the couch. But as you headed in the bathroom for a shower after the run, he couldn’t help but think that humans are weird.

The first time Jungkook heard you crunch your bones, he was so scared, you almost though he would faint. He threw his game controller on the floor, as he ran towards you – thinking you had dislocated a limb, or something.

“Kookie, I was j-just stretching,” you could barely make out the words, trying to hold in your laughter as he tried to make sure you were okay.

With a sigh, he ran his hand through his fluffy – much longer – hair now, as he headed back to continue his game, “Baby, you’re so weird,”

“But you still love me?” you asked as you joined him on the couch, laying your head on his lap.

“I will always love you. Even if your bones crack,”

Bonus: When you got up at night for a midnight snack, you were surprised to see that Kookie wasn’t in bed with you. You later found him in his office, studying about how a human’s joint makes loud popping or cracking sounds because of the gas gathered there. He was finally content to ensure that you were safe.

Of course, you smothered him in hugs and kisses, because he always looked out for you. Always.

After a few weeks of being in Corellia, you had started to well… miss Earth. It was natural to do so; you’d lived your entire life there.

“I miss the sunsets, they were so pretty,” you spoke as you showed him a polaroid of you and your sister with the sunset behind you both. You pointed towards the one sun you had, and the purple, pink and orange hues of the clouds.

In an attempt to make you happy, Jungkook gave you a chocolate, they always made you happier, and he’d read somewhere something about chemicals in it making humans happier. But he was surprised to see you dancing (terribly) to a pop song, that seemed a little annoying, but he could deal with it.

The song had seemed to lighten your mood a lot, as you danced along with him happily, and as you looked at him, you felt happier. His long, wavy hair bounced as he danced with you. His eyes were smiling, and it was so pure that you laughed along. You were happy finally.

Until two weeks later, when you came across a photo of you and your high school class, trekking up a mountain on your senior trip to the north. Jungkook saw you sad again, missing Earth and your loved ones. Some were dead, some didn’t make it here, and some lived on the hotter side of the planet.

He put up the same pop song again, and cuddled with you on the couch. For the first time ever, you really felt grateful to God for something. You felt grateful that you were alive, and that you had Jungkook along with you. He looked how he looked every day, wearing a casual white t-shirt and grey baggy sweatpants. You adjusted yourself on his lap, and looked at him, and looked into his brown eyes. As you traced his face with your finger, he laughed, “Princess, do you feel better?”

You smile at the word of endearment, kissing his cheek, “You make me realize the difference between a house and a home. A house is a place, made with bricks and concrete, and materialistic items. But a home, is so much different. A home is where you feel belonged, a home is a place where you get that feeling of love. You make me finally realize how Earth was more of a house for me, but here, in your arms, I finally feel like I’m at home,”

You never thought Jungkook would be an overprotective boyfriend. Or a way too over protective boyfriend. During sex, he would go crazy on your body – sometimes treat you like a china doll, fragile and easily breakable, and sometimes it would be rough and harsh, not that you minded it.

His apartment was well, more suited for Jubal people because the ceilings, the bed, and of course, the kitchen cabinets were all bigger in height and size in comparison to your apartments back on Earth. Often, without thinking Jungkook would put food on the top most cabinets, and you often either felt too embarrassed, or too stubborn to ask for his help.

Which resulted in you – dangerously – climbing on the shelf to grab your precious food. This was a routine now, so you didn’t exactly pay attention to your limbs – just letting your muscle memory do the work for you. Right foot on the counter, and then you push your left knee as well, until you’ve made yourself stable on the counter top. Then, you stand up, holding the cabinet handle. Today was the same, but Jungkook had recently scrubbed clean the shelves, so they were more slippery than usual, and there was a fleeting moment when you thought you were about to fall (which would, by the way, give you the nastiest head injury), and before you realized it, Jungkook had looped his arm around your waist.

You were still shocked – chips in hand – when he settled you on his lap, almost like a child.

“Princess, what were you thinking?” he says as he lets you turn around, so you straddling his lap.

“I just wanted some chips, Kook,” you say with an amused grin. He was obviously distressed, as he sighed while running his hands through his hair, like he would when he was frustrated.

“Baby, you have to tell me if you need something from there, okay? What if you had hurt yourself?” his voice seemed to get louder with every words, and just like that, your amused grin was replaced with a pout, as you lowered your head.

 You didn’t mean to make him angry like that.

Looking at you, he knew he couldn’t ever stay mad at you. It was physically impossible for him. He hugged you, and your head rested on his cheat, feeling his fast heartbeat morphed into a more, stable and steady beat, “I’m just always worried for you. Even if everything is wrong, it’s alright, you’re the only good thing in my life,”

It had been ages since you had gone to a festival, and there was going to be a carnival-like festival in Corellia soon. You didn’t think Jungkook would be that interested, so you were quite surprised to see him… so excited about it.

“It comes twice in a year, you have to come! I’ve heard they’ve made it more human themed this year, so you feel welcomed, but we’ll have our traditional rides too!” he spoke with a gleam in his eyes, as you both got ready.

Jungkook of course, made sure you were wearing at least five layers of clothes, two pairs of gloved, and three pairs of socks. It was night time, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you looking like a walking marshmallow.

“Baby, you look so cute!” he exclaimed, holding your hand. The dead town looked really alive tonight, as the red, yellow, purple and other multicolored lights lit the place up, to make it feel even more alive. You were really shocked at the amount of people present, but that’s what made it even more fun.

The first thing had to be food, you got two plates of fries, because, well, is it even possible or human to share food? And that too, fries? No way. 

Jungkook had recently discovered ketchup, and now he would dip everything in it before eating. Ramen, dipped in ketchup. Chips, dipped in ketchup. Bread, dipped in ketchup. And now, you saw him cover every single chip in ketchup before eating it. While you thought this was disgusting, you were still amused by his new found love for it.

You both scared a giant cup of strawberry milkshake, that looked like it was out of a romcom, cotton candy pink color, with whipped cream on top. And naturally, the cherry. Your noses touched, as you both drank at the same time, and you couldn’t help but want to live in the moment forever.

You both had spent the night, either enjoying rides that were too scary, and hazardous to experience but at the same time too fun to miss out on, or competition with each other to the next level. You knew Jungkook had always been a competitive little shit, whether it was about who would cook better and faster, or about who loved the other one more, he was always in a competition. This was no exception either, as you both we immersed in a car racing game, where you were well, obviously losing.

You had never really been the best at arcade games, and this car games was extremely frustrating, because the goddamn seat was too big and your legs could barely reach the pedals on the bottom while holding onto the steering wheel simultaneously. He laughed as you struggled to multitask, and at one point you didn’t realise you were going the wrong way until you heard Jungkook laughing so hard, he was struggling to breath. Three tries later, Jungkook had had his fair share of victories as he put you in his lap, and told you to focus on the steering only. He’d handle the pedals part. Together, you guys had broken the fastest record of the day and of course, he had to congratulate you. And the congratulations came in a form of a heated kiss – which wasn’t liked by the Jubals waiting in line to play the game.

Later, you both had way too much fun beating others in basketball as you paired up, and beat a Jubal power couple. Then came the bumper cars. The same Jubal power couple had hit your and Jungkook’s car so hard that you almost flew across the set-up, if it wasn’t for the seatbelt, and Jungkook’s arm around the waist. It was safe to say that Kook took his revenge by hitting their car repeatedly, as he shoved them into a corner. You kissed your over protective boyfriend on the cheek, he was just so fricking cute.

You both ate more food than you could handle, and as you were walking, Jungkook bought a donut and tried to feed you.

“No! No, Kook, I swear!” you tried to get away from him, but he held your waist as he pushed the donut in your mouth, smearing it over your cheek in the process.

“Kook!” you exclaimed, as he kissed you, and licked away any leftover icing.

You couldn’t help but blush when he smirked, “Sweet.”

At the end of it all, you pushed Kook into a small photo booth that sat on the other end of the carnival.

“Please? Come on!” you tried to show him your puppy eyes, and turned your lips into a pout.

“But baby, I don’t look good in photos!” he whined as you inserted the money to take a four portrait photo.

“Please? Just this once? For me?” you pouted again, and pushed him in with you, and you tried to drag his arms.

“You can’t give me the puppy dog face! You know I can’t say no to that!” he whined, adjusting you in his lap.

“Just pose, Kookie,” you said as you closed the red curtain on the side. In the first one, your arms were around his neck as you laughed and looked in the camera, and he looked at you, pouting. The second one, you both looked at each other and smiled, his hands in your hair. The third had been him grabbing your face, squishing you cheeks and bringing you closer (but because of the movement – it was also blurred, at which you were disappointed, but Kook assured you it looked good), and lastly, in the fourth one, you were kissing passionately, while Jungkook smiled in the kiss.

You both climb the small hill, where people are buying and lighting their lanterns in an orderly manner. You both buy one, and you end up writing “JK X Y/N” on it with red paint, and before Jungkook lights it, he adds a red heart, and “4EVER,” underneath which looks so cheesy, that it makes you laugh.

He looks at you, and kisses your forehead. Around 10:30, everyone lets go of their lanterns, and you both also let go of yours, letting it fly in the sky, as Jungkook cups your cheeks and pushes your hair back, before kissing you, sweet and slow.

The night had come to an end as all the Jubals were leaving too. You didn’t know exactly what time it was, but it was definitely i-can’t-walk-o’ clock, as Jungkook gave you a piggy back ride without any questions when he saw you stumbled into others. In one hand you held the teddy bear he had won from the water gun thingy, and in the other you held a cotton candy like sweet – but it wasn’t exactly cotton candy. It was blue and purple, and shined because of the crystallized sugar on it.

The last thing you remember was resting your face where his shoulder and neck met and mumbling, “This was the best day of my life,”

If someone had told you that you’d have a cook off with an alien in two months’ time, you would’ve laughed in their face. But. Here you were. Trying to cook the best alfredo pasta he would ever taste in his life.

You tried to glance on his cooking station multiple times, only to be pushed back, “Baby! It’s supposed to be a surprise!”

Jungkook really seemed to be absorbed in the cooking process, and you were starting to feel deprived of his love and adoration that he would usually shower at you when he was not working in his office.

30 minutes later, he brought you his favourite dish, the one that his mother used to cook for him when he was younger. It was orange red-ish coloured deep fried small cutlets, that smelled… amazing. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it tasted like, it was salty, but in a different way. And so, so, yummy. You were a little insecure when Jungkook took a bite of your pasta, and showed no emotion.

Oh no, you had tasted it and it felt pretty normal, juts how you’d make it on Earth. Was he allergic to something in it?

“Baby, what did you put in this?” he asked, but he didn’t seem to stop eating it. He didn’t speak anything until, well, he finished the dish.

“Can you make that for me every day?”

It had been over six months, since you and Jungkook had been seeing each other. Naturally, as a couple you both did fight – mostly over stupid stuff, like which restaurant to go to, or disagreements on what to buy etc. But you both would always sort it out, no matter what it was, he was always by your side.

It was his birthday, and Jubals never really celebrated their birthday – “Why would you celebrate this? I’m just one more year near death,” he said as you told him about ‘Earth Traditions’.

Albeit to whatever he said, you made yourself busy when he went out to meet the gang. You’d met them a couple of times before, being much closer to Taehyung because he never really questioned whatever you did, and just went along with it. You had enjoyed Jimin and Jin’s company as well (mostly because they cooked for you, not gonna lie).

As you hung up the balloons that said, “Happy Birthday!” individually, you had started to well, decorate yourself as well.

You knew how Jungkook always looked at you as if you were the most pure creature in this universe, his innocent little baby, so you decided to dress the part. Dressed in white panties, with a small bow on them, you adjusted your pink tinted, bra that came along with it. It left little to the imagination, as it was see-through, but there were small bows on each nipple, making you look like a present. You’d never really been the one to dress up in stockings as well, but here you were, tweaking your garter, as the pink shaded white see-through material latched on your legs as a second skin. Now, you waited patiently.

He finally came, around half past seven, and looked better than ever. You’d worn your silk robe that you would usually wear around, so he wouldn’t suspect anything. He looked so happy, his eyes crunched up into its usual crescent shape as he laughed while blowing the candles and eating your home-made cake. He had always loved your baking, so when you made his favourite Oreo cake, he was really, really happy. You’d made him a teddy bear – you were bad at sewing, but hey! A for effort.

“Kook, there’s a present in your bedroom too,” you said as you took his left hand and guided him in the bedroom. You had given him several gifts already, so why were you giving him another one?

“Baby, you didn’t have t-“ he stopped as soon as you dropped your robe in front of him, letting him take in the sight of you, clad in your lingerie that he had only imagined in his wildest fantasies.

The light hearted aura around him seemed to vanish, as a darker shade took over his eyes. Without speaking anything, he carried you bridal style, to the bed and laid you down softly on it.

“Gonna let me taint you, angel?” he asked, and at the sight of him, you couldn’t help but moan and nod.

“Use your words, baby,” he said as he let his fingers roam on your figure, and lit a fire in your core, making you overwhelmed.

“Yes, Daddy, please make love to me,” you whine, but he tsks on your choice of words.

“Angel, my princess,” he says as he leaves a trail of wet kisses from your neck to you collarbone, sucking on it, “I’m not going to love to you today, I’m going to fuck you, baby”

You gasp as he circles around the bow on your nipple, before ripping the thin material completely, letting the cool air hit your vulnerable skin.

As Jungkook just keeps looking at you, his long hair shadowing in front of his eyes, you can’t help but feel needy, “Daddy, please, touch me,” you whine, trying to get ahold of his hand.

He gently brings his mouth down, sucking on the little tip of your nipple, as his tongue works magic around it, and you’re already starting to get wet.

“It’s u-unfair that you’re all d-dressed up,” you moan, as you try to take off his white t-shirt. He chuckles as he takes off his shirt, letting you look at his god-like body. You were speechless when you first saw him, and you still are every time you both have sex.

His lean body, is just perfect in every way, and the way the moonlight hits his face, giving his face the shadows that come along with the highlights, you were dumbstruck at how breathtaking he was.

While Jungkook loved to mark you, mark your body, make you his, today was harsher, much more aggressive as he bit your chest, making you cry out in pleasure. He painted your body in hues of purple and bright pink, using his tongue to make each bruise feel better. As soon as he reached the hem of your underwear, he stopped, and that resulting in a whine from you.

“It’s my birthday, and you said I deserve anything on this day. So, princess,” he said, unbuckling his belt, and you swallow hard before he lets his cock free, ”let me fuck those beautiful tits,”

He pushes himself into your mouth without any warning, letting you groan and whimper as you produce enough saliva to make him sopping wet, “Good baby,” he whispers as he lets his dick between your tits.

You smiled, as you held your breasts together, and he slides his hardening member between them, “fuck baby, you’re so soft, so pretty for Daddy,” he murmurs obscene praises as you whimper in pleasure from the friction between your breasts.

He places his cock between them, and first experiments with his movements, and as time passes, he becomes faster, and messier. You both didn’t mind the mess, as his pre-cum lands on your chest, collarbone and nipples, and you can only whine in pleasure while letting him use your body.

His movements go from steady and fast to uncoordinated and stuttering, as he pulls out and pants, letting him catch his breath.

“Fuck, baby, they felt like heaven, but there’s something else, way better,” he grins as pulls himself down on your body, and looks as you underwear, directly. It makes you whimper, when you feel his hot breath through the thin material. He laps his tongue on it, and it feels so good, but not good enough, and you wish he would just take it off.

“Daddy, please, take it off,” you whine and he pulls your legs further apart and digs his face between them.

He smirks and looks at you, already fucked out as a blush stays on your cheeks. Angelic.

“Keep the stockings on, okay, sweetheart?” he says as his finger traced down your leg, as you shiver under his touch.

He comes up to you and cups your face, pressing a kiss against your cheek – and it felt so chaste in comparison to what you both had just done.

And before you could realize, he slips his fingers under the hem of your panties, and shreds them into pieces.

“What do you want from Daddy?” he stops in front of your clit, spreading your lips, waiting for your answer. He knew you were shy, too shy to speak vulgar words, but you were just so needy right now.

“Daddy, I need your tongue,” you speak, and let his tongue sit flat on your bud, it gave enough stimulation, but at the same time not enough, and you just needed more. You couldn’t help but buckle your hips into his face, and that resulted in his getting up and looking at you, making eye contact.

“You’re being ungrateful now, huh?” he says as he smacks the bud hard, where seconds ago he let his tongue rest. It’s painful, but at the same time, it just feels so, so good. He smacks it two more times before letting his teeth sink in your inner thigh, as you let lewd noises escape your mouth, as he further marks your thighs, and you knew, for sure that they would last a long time.

After a lifetime of teasing, he lets his tongue slurp the cum that escaped your pussy, as he went to town on it, eating you out as if he’s been starving for years. You let your moans escape as he slips his tongue inside you, and lets his nose rub against your clit. You were so close, just about to fall off the edge as he pulls himself away, and you whimper, grabbing the sheets as if your life depended on them.

“Your cunt is always, always so pretty and tasty for Daddy,” he smacks between your thighs again, making you gasp, “always ready for Daddy,”

His ruffled, brown hair shines in the dark of the room, the moonlight being the only source of light, illuminating his face.

He lets his dick enter you, gently, until you reach your limit and instead of waiting like he always does, he rams back into you again, letting you adjust with his steady movements, as you grab his hand and hold it. He always holds your hand when he’s being rough, to let you know that he can stop anytime. (but u is a hoe)

He slides out until only his tip is inside you, and lets himself into you all at once, fast and reckless. Wild. It isn’t long before your walls clench around him, “Daddy, I-I’m so close,” you say as your rub you clit, slowly with a continual movement.

You orgasm starts first, hot and sticky liquid, dripping down you thigh, staining your perfect stockings, and soon Jungkook follows, as his head buries in your neck, and he groans before letting himself loose.

“Happy Birthday, Kookie,” you whisper before letting him take you to the tub, where you both well, fuck again.

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A/N: It’s always so fun to write alien!jk, and I hoped you guys liked it. Also, a huge thank you to @bisoo-ausucre for supporting me so much!

Could you please help me decide what to write first? Frat boy!jk OR titanic!au with Jimin as Jack? 

As always, requests are open, and so is my inbox. See you next time!

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Can I pls request a Bucky x single mom reader? Maybe the kid recognizes him and they bond and then the reader comes and Bucky asks for her number? It’s okay if you don’t wanna write this! No pressure!! Have a great day ❤️❤️

As a child who was raised by a single mother this one was both a challenge and a joy to write. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This takes place like a week before TFATWS

Bucky Barnes x single mom! Reader

Tags: Fluffiest Fluff, mild ptsd and anxiety, Oranges.

Getting used to the modern world wasn’t that much of a struggle for Bucky, but the civilian modern world was a different situation. He still felt himself looking over his shoulder as he walked. He had locks on all of his windows and a sliding bolt on his front door. He had three phones, a burner he showed his therapist, a smartphone for keeping track of the news and talking to friends, and a third one that was exclusively for communicating with Wakanda. The last of which was a mixture of conversations with Ayo and memes from Shuri.

His therapist was pushing him to make friends and to try online dating. She later told him to ‘play tourist’ and explore what his locality had to offer. Something about it possibly introducing him to new people and at the very least ‘make you more interesting’.

So every week he went to a different place. He started with the Brooklyn Museum, having gone there for field trips as a kid. It was definitely more interesting now as an adult. The next place was the Brooklyn Flea, where he managed to get a record player and some records from when he was a teenager. He smiled fondly as the old tune played through his apartment, bringing back memories of flirting with pretty girls at the soda fountain and beating up bullies with Steve (Well, FOR steve at this time)

This is what lead him to be out in Brooklyn Park’s Harbour View Lawn on a Thursday Evening. They had this event called ‘Movies with a view’ that they did in the summer. The idea of being alone in a crowd of picnic-goers didn’t seem that appealing, but when he saw they were playing the original Dumbo, the same one he took his little sister Rebecca to see when he was 16 years old, he couldn’t pass up seeing the animated masterpiece on the big screen. Besides, if he got too uncomfortable no one would bat an eye to a man leaving an open-air venue.

He put some snacks, a drink, and a book(One of the ‘Lord of the rings’ series as he had been catching up)in his backpack and set out. He arrived early so he could sit on one of the benches. People from all walks of life arrived around him. Families both young and old, older couples searching for nostalgia, lovers looking longingly at each other, groups of friends looking to fill an evening, and so many children. The lawn had filled up so rapidly as people descended onto the grass, laying out their blankets and pulling out picnics they had prepared at home and purchased moments before from their favorite grocers. There was an undeniable excitement in the air as the sun was setting. Despite the fact it was the people watching that had him caught up, Bucky hadn’t noticed the small child walking up to him until she was less than a foot away from him, staring at him with big e/c eyes.

She wore a summer dress with a cardigan protecting her shoulders from the sun. Her hair was pushed back in a hairband. She was holding a yellow teddy bear that wore a silver t-shirt and a red cape and had gone limp from a combination of lost stuffing and age.

“Hi,” Bucky said, clearly uncomfortable. “Are you okay?” She walked up and sat next to him. He shifted away from her slightly, aware that this may look odd to any by-passers.

“I know who you are.” The little girl whispered to him.

“Do you?” Bucky asked, trying to remain calm. It was just a little kid, but she was freaking him out a little bit. For all he knew, this small child could be a member of some new black widow program. She smiled widely, revealing she was missing a front tooth.

“You’re Captain America’s best friend!” she half-whispered, half-squeaked in excitement. “Me and my brother saw you at the museum!”

Bucky couldn’t help the nervous laughter that came out of him. He felt himself relax at the kid’s excitement. “You saw me at the museum?” he faked intrigue. He knew there was a display on him in every Captain America museum.

Her hair bounced as she nodded. “There was a big picture on the glass and it said that you were dead, but my brother said you weren’t dead. And I thought he was being stupid, cause,” She looked around and then leaned in a little closer as if telling Bucky a secret “He can be really stupid. He didn’t even know how to tie his shoelaces until he was ten! But I’ve known how to tie my shoelaces since I was six!” She boasted.

“That’s amazing. since you were six? How old are you now?”

“I’m seven and three quarters.”

“Wow, you’re a big girl.” She nodded with a ‘yep’. “But you’re not big enough to be on your own, kiddo-”

“I’m not on my own, I’m with you.” She interrupted him. Following the trend of interruptions, a boy ran up to the two of them, holding a picnic blanket in his arms. He wore blue board shorts with a Captain America t-shirt and Iron man themed sneakers.

“Y/D/N what are you doing?! Mom is looking for you!” He yelled at the little girl. The two looked remarkably similar to each other.

“Look!” she ordered, pointing at Bucky. The boy looked at Bucky and his mouth dropped open, looking like a fish. Bucky wanted to laugh at how cartoonish it looked.

“You’re Captain America’s best friend.” He exclaimed though he couldn’t be heard that well over the chatter of people settling down and the movie being set up. “I knew that you weren’t dead, even before you were fighting Iron Man in Germany. That was so cool, Iron man was all pew pew and Spiderman was all thwish twish and you were in the middle all pow pow” The blanket had since fallen to the ground as the young boy got caught in his excitement and started recreating the movements with the sound effects, punching the air for Bucky’s punches, waving his arms around wildly for Wanda’s magic. Y/D/N looked on bored as he continued his display “and when the dust cleared you and Cap were gone, like dust in the wind.” He recounted epically, waving his fingers in a sideways motion.

“I told you he was stupid.” The little girl commented.

“You’re stupid!” he shot back. Before anything could escalate, Bucky gently put his arms between the children.

“Hey now, let’s not fight. If I have to call the Avengers they’re gonna be mad.” Bucky spoke. He really hoped this would work, and that they wouldn’t continue to fight in hopes of bringing the Avengers down to Harbour View Lawn. The movie started then, music playing out over the crowd rendering the crowd quiet.

“Mom is gonna be worried.” The boy stressed out loud

“What’s your name, son?” Bucky spoke to the boy

“Y/S/N.”

“Okay, Y/S/N. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Spread that blanket there.” Bucky motioned to the empty patch just a step in front of the bench he was sitting on. “and you two will stay here while I go tell the event people that you can’t find your mom.” The two kids spread out the blanket and sat on it. Bucky passed them his backpack and asked them to take care of it so they wouldn’t runoff. He found an event organizer and told them the situation, describing the kids. He returned shortly, the two kids not having moved as the movie played on a screen in front of the open water. He sat back down on the bench just behind the kids, paying more attention to them than the film.

“I’m hungry,” Y/D/N complained.

“That’s what you get for running off.” Y/S/N shot back at her.

“Do you like oranges?” Bucky spoke up behind them. Y/D/N nearly launched off the blanket as she yelped ‘yeah’ back at the man, twirling to look at him. He opened his bag and pulled out his orange, passing it to the little girl. Unprompted, the little girl asked her brother if he wanted half, which he happily accepted. “Sorry I don’t have another.”

“It’s okay, we share all the time,” Y/S/N explained, shoving an orange slice into his mouth.

You are a good ten minutes into the movie when a panicked woman is lead over to them by an event organizer. She runs to them, falling to her knees as she scoops them into a hug. “Oh, my babies.” She sobbed. “You scared me so much.”

“Mooom!” The boy groaned.

She rapidly thanked Bucky and the event organizer, who took their leave once they were reassured that the situation had been handled. “You are both in so much trouble!”

“Can we be in trouble after the movie?” The girl asked.

You were about to order them to get up and leave when Bucky spoke up. “I’ve been able to keep a good eye on them from up here, and there’s plenty of space.”

The joint chorus of ‘pleases’ from your two kids won you over. You sat down next to the man. You two could barely see each other in the dark, but he seemed nice. After all, he had reunited you with your kids.

“Thanks again for keeping an eye on them.” You whispered. “I hope they didn’t give your group too much trouble.”

“No,” he answered quietly “They’re good kids.”

“Not good enough,” you muttered. “They’re excitable, but that just means it’s never boring.” Bucky watched as Y/D/N turned around and pulled a full net of oranges out of your bag.

Watching the movie with company was definitely better. A comfortable silence fell among the four of you, only broken when you had offered him a couple of the bite-sized chocolate bars you had brought. The kids laughed at the movie, your little girl even cheering on the animated elephant. She threw her hands up in a cheer when he successfully took flight, making the two adults chuckle.

“Told you they were excitable.” You giggled.

“Me and my little sister were worse when he first saw Dumbo.” Bucky admitted. “We were on the edge of our seats the whole movie.”

“How else can you enjoy a movie!” you posed the rhetorical question.

Bucky had to admit he thought you were lovely. Just enough seriousness and playfulness rolled into one. So when the lights came on at the end of the movie and he saw how beautiful you were he felt his heart race a little. You were already cleaning up while your children told you how great the movie was. He gathered his stuff and went to slip out when Y/D/N called out to him.

“Where are you going?”

“The nice man probably has places to be-” you began to lightly chastise the girl when you finally saw who you had been sitting next to throughout the movie. “You’re…”

Bucky held his breath. It was one thing the kid’s thinking he was amazing; you were a grown adult. Someone that possibly knew of his history and most likely thought ill of him. He waited for you to say his old mantal, possibly with fear or anger. Instead, you smiled gently,

“James Barnes.” You spoke. A moment later you flustered slightly. “I’m sorry. I work at the Museum of the City in East Harlem. We just did a big-” you stopped yourself before you could ramble onwards. “I’m Y/N L/N.”

It was a breath of fresh air to have someone react to him in such a…human way. “Please, call me Bucky.” He smiled warmly as he fixed his bag on his shoulder. “Can I walk you out?”

After your section was cleaned up the four of you walked out, with the two kids walking ahead of you. Despite how late it was, they still had energy. You had been left to take care of your daughter’s stuffed toy while she chased your son around the park space. “What you said about your sister,” you started, trying to keep an eye on your two kids despite how eye-catching the man beside you was. “I’m guessing that was back in the forties?”

“Yeah. Me and my little sister Becca went to see it. Me and Steve took her to see Snow White and since then we’d see all the cartoon movies. Every time we’d run home and beg our parents for extra allowance and bunk off school so we could see it before the other kids.”

“Captain America and the Winter Soldier…loved Disney movies.” You chuckled. “It sounds like some click-bait title.”

“We didn’t even have to beg that much, looking back,” Bucky recalled, shaking his head. The memories of Steve having an asthma attack outside the theatre because they’d run so fast to get there in time. Becca would pull him in by his shirt while he was still wheezing so she wouldn’t miss the opening cartoons.

“According to the display, you two were quite the pair.” You replied. “They were probably just happy to have you off the street and not causing trouble.”

Speaking of trouble, your two kids came bounding towards you with an angry swan on their heels. “Mommy!” Your little girl shrieked. The swan had given up its chase but the two still charged, Y/D/N colliding right into you and Y/S/N going behind Bucky to use him as a shield.

“I think that’s enough wondering for today.” You passively suggested. Y/S/N agreed as Bucky put his arm around the young boy and keeping it there as you walked and talked. You came to the exit of the park. “I’m this way,” you said.

“I’m the other way,” Bucky admitted. The two kids said goodbye to Bucky, clearly sad to be parting. You thanked him again for what he had done and turned to go with your own goodbye. “Before you go,” Bucky stopped you. “Could I get your number?”

You were instantly shocked. Your mouth opened and closed limply for a moment. “Are you sure?”

Bucky was slightly taken aback at that question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I have two kids?” You said, almost sounding like a question.

“He knows that, mom.” Your son groaned. He looked absolutely bored; your daughter had newfound excitement.

“And I’d like to get to know more about you,” Bucky spoke. You chuckled nervously, looking away for a moment as you felt your cheeks flush then looked back to the tall man.

“I’d like that too.” You confessed, stepping forward. “Gimme your phone and I’ll put it in.”

Without a second thought, he pulled out his smartphone and watched you put your phone number in. “All setup.” You passed the phone back with a smile.

To say the two of you were riding on cloud 9 for the rest of the night would be an understatement.

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March Madness [Jim Mason x Xavier Plympton]

Summary: Xavier decided that for this year’s March Madness [College Basketball], he wants Jim’s attention more than ever. 

Warnings: smut, oral sex, mentions of drug use, drug use, apply more as you see fit. 

WC: 2.6k

A/N: Am I the only one who thinks aside from surfing that Jim would be really big into sports? Thanks for reading! -Juno

Jim sat on the couch, beer in his hand, jaw clenched as he tried to focus on the March Madness game in front of him. You see, March Madness was a special time for Jim. A recent college graduate two years year ago, he was a big fan of college basketball. His school, Duke, of which he was now a proud alumni, was playing Yale. Class of 2017, Jim was. Him and his college buddies got together every year , freshman through senior to watch the games. This was their first year apart. But, he couldn't keep focus when Xavier was desperately begging for his attention.

The two had been the best of friends growing up, having met online on some stupid 3D chatting game their freshman year of high school. They talked almost everyday, eventually getting each other's Skype information because they both wanted to put a face to who they were talking to everyday. And when Jim laid eyes on Xavier for the first time he couldn't help but tell him how cute he is and how he loves his blonde hair and his blue eyes. And quite the surprise for Jim, Xavier reacted the same way, but complimenting all of Jim's features head to toe as Xavier shy'd away from nothing. They left their 3D world for Skype, got each other's numbers and all the social media.

Parents were introduced over Skype, both sets being concerned to the lack of their sons appearance with the family and they all grew to love each other. When Xavier heard about Jim's parents divorce a few years later, he was there, throughout all the crying, throughout Jim's rampant drug use. No matter how gone he was, Jim made sure he saw Xavier's face before he passed out. He saved up enough money to finally visit PV by the end of his Junior year and that's when they started dating. When he met Jim's sister Medina, they instantly hit it off, becoming just as close. Xavier learned a lot about Jim as did Jim about Xavier. They knew what made each other tick, all the favorites, all the non-favorites, all the turn ons and turn offs, the allergies, you name it, they knew it. Despite the distance, as Jim decided Duke was the best for him, and Xavier decided that UCLA was the best for him, they made it work. The occasional campus visit every now and then was something they also did. And with a little bit of luck, they had their own little apart in the heat of downtown LA shortly after graduating college. Jim would do anything to stay the fuck away from PV and when Xavier came to him with the idea of getting their own place over FaceTime one night, how could Jim say no? At that point he didn't care what else everyone thought about it, aside from Medina who encouraged him to.

A few months after they had moved in together, Jim cut off all contact with his mother and father, blocking their numbers and everything else they could find him on and encouraged Xavier to do the same, especially when it came to his mother. Xavier really only kept in contact with his dad and step mother, not really wanting to talk about his biological mom for all the hell she put him through. The two found the most comfort in each other and that's all that mattered. They had their little groups of friends they made from college and they'd hang out every so often, but nothing compared to being at home, lost in each other.

Xavier, who was fresh out of the shower, walked into the living room, towel draped around his waist, taking a seat next to Jim on the couch, but laying his head in his lap and as he laid on his back on the couch, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his Instagram. His hair was still a little damp, leaving just a small pool on Jim's college sweats, but of course he didn't mind. Xavier had missed Jim who was gone all last month, visiting his sister Medina who had moved to New York City. Every march he would miss Jim too because that's all Jim focused on, was the basketball games. By the end of them he would be too tired. Quickies were the most Xav would get out of Jim.

Jim was already extremely attracted to his partner both physically and mentally. Any time Xavier was present in the room a fire burned within him. And now here he was across his lap, body glistening, the smell of Irish Spring and minty fresh tooth paste filled his nostrils. He inhaled sharply, using his free hand to place on Xavier's chest. He rubbed it up and down, knowing that drove him insane. Xavier chewed on his lip, pretending not to be affected by Jim's touch, but his chest was rising and falling faster. He chewed on his bottom lip, eyes still glued to his phone.

Physical contact was something that Jim needed and Xavier knew that. It made him always feel closer to X. If they sat together in public, they're knees were always touching, or Jim would casually place his hand on Xavier's thigh. At home it was always free reign. If Xavier was typing away on his computer at their kitchen island, Jim was there, arms wrapped around him as he rested his head against his back. If Jim sat watching tv like how he is now, Xavier was either next to him, knees touching, Jim's arm wrapped around his shoulder or completely laid out across his lap, asleep. They held hands all the time when they were out, not caring about the scrutinizing looks they'd receive from some people. Jim always stepped up when he had to and he wasn't afraid to get physical. Jim would remind them that's is 2019 and that he doesn't give a fuck what they think.

Despite his dominance in the bedroom, Jim loved being the little spoon. Most of the time he ended up completely on top of Xavier in his sleep, leading to a morning of lazy sex as the two dry hump each other, half asleep. Jim glanced down at Xavier, noticing his red eyes.

"High without me?" he asked, frowning a little bit. Xavier looked up at him, blue eyes surrounded by red streaks.

"I hung out with Chet and Ray today." he said. "You know what happens when we hang out. Plus I figured you would be smoking all while you were watching your games." Jim stayed silent, returning his eyes to the tv, taking a big sip from his beer. "I can always smoke again with you, baby."

"I don't want you to be too high."

"No such thing as too high as much as we smoke Jim." Xavier said, sitting up and looking at his boyfriend, shirtless, in sweats, hair a mess, staring at the tv. "Come on. Do you want to?" Jim turned his head to look over at Xavier who awaited his response. Smoking marijuana was something that had also brought the two closer together. It was more than just high sex. It was the interesting conversations or the ridiculous jokes. It was the endless amounts of cuddles and soft kisses as the two rode out their high, bodies floating as they sat or lay wherever.

"Yeah.." Jim mumbled at first, speaking louder. "What did we buy again?"

"Northern Lights or Mimosa Cookies."

"Northern Lights. You know I don't like Sativa before bed."

"I knooooow." Xavier sauntered out of the living room and down the hallway to their bedroom, quickly returning with his purple galaxy rolling tray and a container of weed. He plopped back down onto the couch, next to Jim. "Do you want to roll it?"

"No, you roll them better." They actually rolled them about the same. He just liked to watch Xavier roll. The way his fingers delicately broke down the cigarrillo, disposing of the tobacco in it. The way he licked the inside of the broken down wrap to get it moist enough for the weed to stick and for it to seal. Evenly packing it, he'd roll it between his fingers, bringing his teeth and lips ever so gently down on the wrap to pull it over itself. Tuck and roll. Tuck and roll. And then he'd dry it out a little bit with the flame from his disco lighter. And when he rolled joints, how he'd crumple the paper first before laying the weed down on it. How he'd roll it and tear the gum lining clean off with his teeth.

"Want the to do the honors?"

"You know it." Jim took the blunt out of Xavier's hand, putting it in between his lips, lighting it up and taking a deep inhale followed by a short exhale through his nose. As Jim loved to watch Xavier roll, Xavier loved to watch Jim smoke. He took a few more hits before passing the blunt to Xavier. They passed back and forth for about 30 minutes, really taking the time to let their new high set in.

"Care to go again?" Xavier asked, taking a huge swallow from his water bottle. "I wish there was smoking, but without the cotton mouth."

"No, I'm content." Jim answered. "And you and me both." He had cracked opened another beer from the cooler that he always kept next to him during game. Duke was up by 2, much to Jim's annoyance, but he was too stoned to get off the wall angry like he usually does about these games. He went to take a drink, missing his mouth by just an inch, pouring some of the contents on himself.

"High much?" Xavier questioned, raising his eyebrow and giving Jim a smirk.

"Maybe just a little bit." Jim responded, looking down at the mess he made, chuckling a little bit. "I'm gonna go get my towel."

"No, you don't have to do that."

"But I don't want to sit here getting sticky?"

"Who said anything about being sticky?" Jim, too high to catch on, shot Xavier a confused look, but that look quickly turned into pure lust when Xavier leaned over him, tongue slowly gliding across his chest, down to his stomach, leaving a few soft kisses behind too as he cleaned up the mess Jim made all over himself, but he didn't stop there. He reached between Jim's legs, grabbing a handful of him, semi-erect. "No underwear, Mr. Mason?"

"I'm in my own house, Mr. Plympton." Jim said, jaw clenched together, tight as Xavier just held onto him. Jim never wore underwear, underneath his shorts, sweats, or jeans whenever the two were home alone and Xavier knew that. He did it for reasons just like this, but never expected Xavier to be so forth coming during March Madness.

"Hmmmm." Xavier hummed as he began to rub Jim through his sweats. Jim let out a sigh of ecstasy as he threw his head back. He let his hands work their way into Xavier's hair, tugging at it a little.

"You know better than to distract me from one of the most important games in history, right?"

"Why do you have to allow yourself to get distracted? Just relax..." And that's how Xavier got most of what he wanted out of Jim. His voice was laced with his intoxication and need for Jim. It was low, seductive, persuasive, charming. "Just let me worry about you and you worry about Duke vs Yale, yeah?" Jim just simply nodded, as Xavier pulled his sweats down and watched as he cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach a few times before it finally settled. "Excited?"

"Mmmmph, suck me..." was all Jim managed to get out, his eyes darting back and forth between the TV and Xavier. Xavier giggled, giving Jim's beautiful pink tip a warm kiss as it laid against his stomach before fully taking Jim into his mouth, tongue swirling as he did.

"Fuck..." Jim sighed as he gently ran his hand through Xavier's hair, massaging his head as he did so. "You're so spoiled aren't you? Knowing that I can't resist you at all, no matter, fuck, hard I try." And Jim wasn't wrong. All Xavier had to do was send him a couple naughty word text messages and a simple picture and Jim, only sometimes, was out of his last class 10 minutes early, back in his dorm, and on Skype with him, getting off to the little show that Xavier put on for him.

"Mhmmm." was all Xavier said, mouth full of Jim. Jim shivered as the vibration rippled throughout his cock and body. In response, X picked up the pace, wet noises filling the room. It didn't take long for Jim to become a moaning mess from the warm wetness of Xavier around him. Pop. He popped Jim out of his mouth, doing that a few times because he knew it set Jim off.

"Fuck, you're so good." Jim said, basically out of breath. "So fucking good, so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth." Xavier's bulge was aching against the couch, wanting to Jim to fill his other hole, but not here, he wanted Jim in the bedroom. After giving Jim a few more good pops he put him back in his mouth and all the way down his throat, holding Jim there and giving him the opportunity to take control and he did, gladly. Grabbing a fist full of X's hair once again he thrusted his hips upwards, breathing heavily as he did so.

"Want me to fuck your throat?" Jim asked. "Hmmm?" Xavier nodded around him, sneaking his hand under himself  just so he could rub at his aching hard on. He didn't have to tell Jim twice before he started thrusting in and out of his throat and Xavier took it like a champ. He gripped Jim's thighs, digging his nails into them as Jim sped up, his moans getting louder and louder by the minute. Using his other free hand, Xavier grabbed Jim by the throat, giving it a tight squeeze. He knew Jim loved to be choked the closer he got to his orgasm.

"Harder." Jim said. "Choke me harder." And so he did, the speed at which he fucked in and out of Xavier's throat, now relentless. "Ohhhhh... fuck... X...."

"Mmmmmmmmmm." Xavier hummed around his dick again. Not a single tear left his eye. Not a single gag left his throat. He was such a fucking pro.

"Fuck... Fuck... babe... Im gonna"

Jim let go, all the way let go , down Xavier's throat and he swallowed all of it, popping Jim out of his mouth as the final tease.

"God, I love you."

"I love you too, Jim." Xavier said, standing up with his towel still wrapped around his waist. Jim's eyes immediately found the bulge that was about to make his towel drop off his waist if it got any harder.

"You look like you need some help. Why didn't you let me take care of you too?"

"Your game, remember?" Xavier said, pointing to the TV, but Jim wasn't even paying attention to that. He stopped trying the moment Xavier started popping him in and out of his mouth.

"Honestly." Jim began. "Fuck this game right now."

"Whaaaaat? Jim Mason saying fuck March Madness while his school is absolutely dominating Yale right now?" Xavier questioned.

"Oh so you've got jokes?"

"But..." Xavier began, pulling his loosely wrapped towel from around his waist and letting it drop to the floor. He was leaking so much pre-cum and it made Jim so happy how horny he made him. "If you want this party continue... and you don't mind filling a second hole..." Xavier turned around so that his bare ass was on full display for a drooling Jim. "Then you know where to find me, Jim Mason."

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @theneverendinghunger

[themimsyborogove]

@lemonoran Here’s that Ragnor meeting Max fic you asked for a few weeks ago.

Ao3 link if tumblr has made the formatting all weird. I’ve been having trouble with weird spacing between paragraphs recently.

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“Come by New York before you go. I want you to meet him.”

Ragnor waited until after dark, when he would be less likely to be noticed, before he rapped sharply on Magnus’s front door.

“Good grief, Ragnor, take that off. You’ll scare the baby,” Magnus greeted him, standing aside so Ragnor could come in.

Once the door was shut behind him, Ragnor pulled down the hood of his cloak and took off the mask and gloves. “We all agreed that it would prove useful if I remained ‘dead’ for a while longer. I can’t help that my warlock marks take a lot to cover.”

His coloring alone was hard enough to cover when the people he was hiding from could see through glamours, but his horns and the extra joints on his fingers would also give him away to anyone who knew what to look for, on top of having to hide his face from anyone who knew him personally. The end result of the disguise did make him look rather imposing. And hopefully a little cool and mysterious, not that he would admit that to Magnus.

Magnus rolled his eyes like he had guessed Ragnor’s thoughts anyway and held out a hand for the cloak.

Alec appeared from what had once been a guest bedroom, the baby (that Ragnor was still trying to wrap his head around Magnus being one of the fathers of) propped on his hip.

Magnus’s expression softened as he turned to look at them.

“Come say hi to Uncle Ragnor,” he said.

It had been a long time since Ragnor had been called uncle. He’d had mundane siblings, and they had had children who had called him uncle, though he hadn’t been called Ragnor in those days.

Alec deposited the wide-eyed baby into Ragnor’s arms, and Ragnor realized he had no idea what to do. He had never been good with babies. Once a child was old enough to talk and ask questions, it was like being a teacher in any other situation, but he didn’t know what to do with a baby too old to be content just being held, but too young to converse with.

Ragnor startled as the slight weight of the baby vanished suddenly from his arms. He looked down to find a small bat laying in the crook of his elbow instead.

He looked back up to see Magnus and Alec trying to hide their laughter. “I should have warned you,” Magnus said, his eyes dancing with amusement as the little bat fluttered over to him and turned back into a baby in his arms. Max rubbed his face affectionately against Magnus’s shoulder, and Magnus dropped a kiss on the top of his head.

“Do you think I’ll make a terrible father?”

The conversation they had had shortly after Magnus had rescued him echoed through Ragnor’s head. Magnus’s issues with his own fathers, both the demonic and the mundane, had been pushed down over the centuries, but never really gotten over. Having his own child had brought up long buried insecurities that Magnus had been afraid to talk to Alec about, defaulting to his usual method of trying to ignore the problem until it went away.

He and Ragnor had talked for a long time that night about what fatherhood meant when your only experience with fathers was as monsters. Ragnor had been luckier than Magnus there. Despite being the child of a demon, Ragnor’s mundane father had never treated him any differently than his biological children.

Watching Magnus now, cradling the baby in his arms and making faces down at him, Ragnor knew Magnus had nothing to worry about. No amount of bad influence from Asmodeus could destroy Magnus’s kindness.

“He’s been a little clingy since we got back from Shanghai,” Alec explained, derailing Ragnor’s train of thought.

Magnus sat down cross legged on the floor with the baby in his lap and waved Ragnor over. “Just give him a few minutes to get used to you.”

“I brought him a present,” Ragnor said, sitting on the floor across from Magnus and pulling the cat shaped keyboard out of his bag. He sat the toy down on the floor.

“Ki!” Max shrieked happily, crawling out of Magnus’s lap to bang his tiny fists down on the keys, setting off a cacophony of electronic meowing sounds.

Magnus and Alec looked at each other with identical expressions of horror as Max gleefully pounded away on the keyboard, and Ragnor grinned at his success. He didn’t know anything about modern mundane children’s toys, but he had asked Catarina for advice on what the best toy he could give Max that would also annoy the hell out of Magnus.

Catarina, always more than happy to indiscriminately join forces with either Ragnor or Magnus to prank the other, then let them take the fall for it, had contacted a former coworker at the hospital who had small children. Catarina had then given Ragnor a very long list of toys her friend would never allow in her house. Which was now Ragnor’s shopping list for all gift giving occasions for the foreseeable future.

“Perhaps I should change it from a cat considering the power he has,” Ragnor mused, gleefully watching Magnus wince every time Max’s chubby blue hands hit the keys, setting off more meows.

“If you change that thing into a bat that plays amplified echolocation sounds, I will end you,” Magnus said, and Ragnor roared with laughter.

They watched Max destroy their eardrums for nearly a quarter of an hour before he lost interest and crawled away from the toy to investigate Ragnor instead.

He prodded Ragnor’s leg experimentally, then looked up at Ragnor’s face. After a moment Max broke out in a huge, four toothed smile that Ragnor felt obligated to return.

He climbed into Ragnor’s lap like a cat, and Ragnor lifted a hand to ruffle his navy curls. He paused, then ran a thumb over Max’s temple again to be sure. “He’ll have a fine set of horns,” Ragnor said.

“Will he?” Magnus asked, leaning over to run his own hand over Max’s head to feel the very slightly raised bumps that Ragnor had noticed hidden in his hair.

“They must have just started coming in,” Ragnor said. “Mine came in right after I turned two. Mother said I was exceptionally cranky during the process.”

“I can’t possibly imagine you as cranky,” Magnus said dryly. Ragnor ignored him.

Max yawned hugely and rubbed his eyes.

“I think that’s my cue to leave,” Ragnor said, standing up and handing baby Max back to Alec while Magnus walked him to the door and handed him his cloak. He wished he could stay longer, but he had an appointment in the New York Shadow Market later to establish his new identity and start building contacts.

He ruffled Max’s curls again, wondering when the next time he would see him would be.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

doomed wips

Okie dokie dudes,,,, this is,,,,,, approximately 3k words of uh,,,, my rlly raw bad unedited wips i dont have time for anymore lmao. ft. some poly denki content There is nsfw but it has a warning, read at ur own risk!!!! 

If u rlly wanna see one finished send in an ask!  dropping a tip on my ko-fi nd leaving a message w the one u want wouldnt hurt either

i also included a description w most of them 

This was from the prompts lmao (nsfwish)

Aight so denki and reader ARE dating but they don't know how Yan our boi is,,,, then they like bust him jerking off to their underwear and they're like what the FUCK

Omegaverse!!!!

 “I swear  just did laundry, why is this draw so empty?” You huffed, closing your underwear drawer with more force than you’d intended. “Are they in Denki’s room? He does do my laundry sometimes… omega instincts or something…” you turned back towards the door, the two of you were meant to shower and get ready for bed before he’d come to your room. Surely it wouldn't matter if you just popped in to look around, you were mates after all. Yeah, it's be fine. 

The dorms were relatively quiet, everyone else was outside or out with people enjoying the day. Still, it was weird to just… walk through the halls and not hear anyone. Lost in thought, you barely paused before you pushed open Denki’s door, taking a few steps into the room before you heard a whimper. Your first thought was fear, was Denki hurt? Had someone attacked him? You were rushing to his side without thinking, all but jumping on the bed to see if he was okay. 

Another prompt one!!!

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.”

“This world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”

“God, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”

Dragon kiri has been watching the reader for a while and like dropping gifts bc courting and then uh the village find out they a witch and try to sacrifice them and kiri shows up to the rescue!!! 

You'd come home to another package on your doorstep, bound with a red string and adorned with the red scale you were so used to. Smiling as you bent down to pick it up, you were too preoccupied to notice the red eyes that lit up. The packages had been coming for almost a year, and you’d accepted them as a part of your life now. None of them had had gold before, your eyes went wide when you opened it. It was a golden… talon? Tooth? That was your best guess, rested on pure white fur. Where on earth did this come fro? You’d never seen anything like it! 

Yu’d ended up tying the gift around your neck, tucked undereath your shirt and resting close to your heart. It was comforting, you didn’t know why. You were walking home now, you’d just helped a woman with an unwanted child. The village had been your home for three years, and you’d done your best to help everyone you coulod, particuarly the women. However, the men of the village didn’t care for you, and they often glared when you’d pass by. You weren’t magic, you’d just… studied plants your entire life! 

“Well what a surprise! The witch is wandering the forest, all alone.”

“And at night too, haven’t they heard that’s dangerous?” 

Speak of the devil, who else would be out except drunk men,well… and you. 

“I don't want any trouble, I just want to go home.” You kept your voice even despite your mind racing to come up with possible plans. You had a knife in your bag, but you really didn't want to use it. If you did anything it would only make things worse, you needed to try and diffuse the situation. 

“You leaving is the only way that'll happen.” One of them smirked, reaching out to grab your arm. His skin touched yours and you felt your necklace burn, searing your skin as you yelped and jumped away. The men were about to continue their advance when a growl rang out, it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It was followed by a man walking into the light, hair as red as his eyes and all you could say was damn. Good to know you had your priorities sorted, Y/n. The man turned to you first, mouth set in a grin that revealed how sharp his teeth were. 

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you!” His eyes went cold as soon as they looked away from you. 

“Now, why don't you guys move along, huh?” 

“Who the hell are you?” The men looked wary now, and it sent a wave of satisfaction through you. You didn't even question who the redhead was, or why he was calling you his love, but you could deal with that later. 

“I’m Eijiro!” Oh, so that was his name.

I came up w this at three am while i was stoned asf  pls let me live (Nsfw)

Reader goes to the bathroom to uh smoke a joint,,,, denki nd shinso come in nd start fucking and reader like whaaaaat oh my god,,,,, take another hit,,,,, then denki like I think I'm bi and shinso was like uh yeah I guessed as much w my dick in ur ass and reader laughs and gets found out and threesome,,,, bonus if they already friends and toshi yan,, toshi like fucks trhe reader through denki

A sigh left you as you sat down in the toilet stall, wasting no time reaching into your pocket to pull out your lighter and the joint you’d been saving. Denki had slipped it to you when you’d complained about stress and being out of weed, and you’d never been more thankful for the blonde. You’d waited until after school to dart into the most private bathroom on campus, somewhere you came often, if you were being honest. You did your best to stay quiet, listening to music as you smoked through one earphone, keeping an ear out for anyone coming. You were over halfway through when the door opened, making you freeze as you heard two familiar voices. 

“Are you sure this is safe?”

“Yeah man! Y/n showed it to me!” 

Oh. Oh no. You couldn’t believe this was happening, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you heard the moans. Your face was bright red, taking another hit because you couldn’t deal with Denki and Shinso doing this. They were your friends! Denki was your best friend, you didn’t want to witness this! But even as you told yourself that you couldn’t deny the heat that bloomed far too low to be innocent. You tried to drown it out, honestly! Focusing on your music and smoking, but god seemed to hate you today, and your phone died two minutes later. Fuck, you were just going to have to wait this out, weren’t you?

 So, here you were, locked in a bathroom stall, stoned, horny and having to listen to your friends fuck each other. It wasn’t just moans and skin slapping, either, they were filthy honestly, and you’d heard some things you didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget.  

“I-I ah, think I might be- mmm- bi!” Denki spoke, well, gasped would be more accurate, and you had to stop yourself laughing, only that idiot would say something like that.

“I guessed as much, my dick is in your ass, Denki.” 

“Oh my god.” You couldn’t help it, you laughed, and that would be your undoing. It was silent for a few beats, and you were beginning to think you’d gotten away with it when the door was ripped open, revealing a livid Shinso and a curious Denki. You could tell they’d been fucking, and that sent another wave through you. Shinso smirked when he saw it was you, Denki’s face breaking into a grin as he leant on the taller boy. 

“Uh, hey guys! Fancy uh, seeing you… here?” You tried to break the silence, ignore how hungry Shinso looked, ignore the way Denki looked you up and down, ignore that they were both still hard. 

It didn’t work, and before you could react hands were grabbing you and pulling you closer to them. You ended up standing between them facing Shinso and with Denki far too close behind you, if he moved a centimetre he’d be pressed up against your ass. 

“Fancy it indeed, tell us, what were you doing here, Y/n?” Shinso’s tone was lazy, his hand rubbing up and down your arm and making it much harder to think.

“Uh I uh… came here to smoke? And then uh… you guys came in and-”

“You decided to listen to us fuck like some pervert?” 

“No! No that’s not it at all.” You tried to defend, throwing a look for help at Denki. He ignored you, golden eyes dark and fixed on SHinso. 

“It’s okay, Y/n, Denki’s a slut anyway, he doesn’t mind.” You blushed at his words, hoping against hope that this was it and you could run back to your dorm and uh… relieve some stress. 

“Now, back to you, hmm? You look quite flustered.” 

“N-No, I’m just uh, Denki?” You looked away when you felt arms wrap around your waist, Denki’s head resting on your shoulder. It would have been fine, if his hands didn’t travel lower, lower, lower-

“What are you doing?” You couldn’t stop yourself yelping, hands flying to Denki’s to try and pry them off. 

“Giving you what you want, wasn’t that clear baby?” Shinso moved closer, you were still distracted by Denki’s hands. 

“You need us as bad as we need you, there’s no point denying it.” 

“Shinso, I don’t-”

“Call me Hitoshi, won’t you? My last name is far too formal for our… relationship, don’t you think?” His hand came up to caress your cheek and you couldn’t speak, your mind stopped working and before you knew it Denki had one hand down your pants.

“Huh?!” You tried to squirm away, letting out a whimper as Hitoshi held you in place, unable to do anything except feel Denki’s fingers slip under you underwear, brushing your clit as he felt around. 

“You’re already so wet Y/n! That’ll make this so much more fun!” You could feel him grinning against your neck, sigh of relief leaving you when he pulled his hand back.

“What do you mean Denki, you need to stop this is-”

Hitoshi cut you off, finger pressed to your lips before it was replaced with his own. Denki seemed content kissing up and down your neck, and you were losing yourself in the sensations before you could stop or pull yourself back. It was a lost cause as soon as your arms wrapped around Hitoshi’s neck, fingers tugging purple strands and that had him moaning. Not one to be left out, Denki let his hands trail over your body, sliding up your stomach to lightly grab your chest before trailing down to your hips. Hitoshi finally pulled away, throwing a smirk your way before he turned you to face his blonde companion. 

“D-Denki?” You stuttered, throughourly breathless and turned on. They just thought you were so cute.

“Wanted you for so long Y/n, love you so much.” He already looks fucked out, if that was possible, babbling as he leant forward to kiss you. You could only kiss him back at this point, let Hitoshi begin tugging your underwear down, moaning as his finger circled your clit. 

“We’re gonna take real good care of you.” You got one last look into purple eyes before you and Denki were moved and shoved against the wall, yelp leaving you as your back made contact. Then lips were on yours again, your hands tangled in golden hair and you moaned as a finger entered you. 

Arranged marriage w shoto who a cold bitch and show no interest,,,, so reader hits it off w dabi,,, shoto get jelly and then threesome smut

This had been your destiny, your fate, ever since you’d turned five, to be wed to the crown prince Shoto, head of the high coven, on your eighteenth birthday. Despite trying to be open minded, and making the best of this situation, your ‘husband’, was making everything much, much hardere than it needed to be. And not in a good way. It had been months, and he’d barely said a word to you in all that time, despite the fact you shared a room, and slept in the same bed. Was it because he was a vampire, and didn’t see it fit to… be open with someone like you? A half breed demon with an affinity for poison? Maybe he thought you’d kill him. You never would, you were nice, despite your heritage despite what people would assume. You’d taken to wandering the castle since then, doing your own thing, even if it was rather lonely. 

You’d never been to this part of the castle before, it wasn’t bad… but it left an odd feeling in your stomach, something you couldn’t quite place. There were paintings on the wall, colours bright and vibrant, but still… wrong. A door sat at the end of the hall, curiosity winning you over as you walked towards it, some strange pull urging you on. The bite on your neck tingled, the mark that proved you and Shoto were… bonded. Bonds were meant to have all sorts of things attached, magical things. None of that had happened to you, however, maybe there was something wrong with you? The door loomed, pulling you out of your thoughts because now your hand rested on the knob and it was hot. It creaked as you pushed it open, your eyes curious and darting around the room, only to land on-

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You covered your eyes, you didn’t know someone was in her, someone hot and shirtless!

“It’s okay doll, look all you like.” His voice was nice, nice enough that you lowered your hands to look at the man. He was tall, lanky, but that didn’t hide the fact he looked strong. And the… you didn’t know what to call them, scars? Only added to his image.

“What uh, happened?”

“Long story doll, but to cut it short? I stood up to a tyrant, and he didn’t like it one bit. You can call me Dabi.” He seemed to read your mind, leaning back against the wall and letting his eyes wander over your form. A blush spread through you at his gaze, you weren’t wearing much, just a small red dress that seemed far too inappropriate for the occasion. 

“I’m uh, I’m Y/n.”

“Oh, so you’re the one married to my little brother, huh? How’s he been treating you?” Blue eyes burned into you, and you couldn’t stop the truth spilling out.

“Oh, fine… it’s just… he’s a tad cold. We haven’t really… clicked.” You shrugged, eyes downcast as you stared at the floor, missing the sympathy mixed with desire that flashed through Dabi’s eyes. 

“”Yeah, that's Shoto for you, he’s never really been one for people.”

Dabi and you had grown… close over the months. You’d leave for his quarters early in the morning, and only returned to yours when you needed to sleep. You hadn’t let him… bite you… but things had happened, just kisses here and there, but enough to make you feel guilty.  Shoto and you didn’t speak, but his eyes seemed to be on you more than before. You were walking back to your room, humming to yourself as you were lost in your thoughts, you’d be lying if you said they weren’t about Dabi. He was so nice, and attentived, alwasy listening and showering you in compliments and… you really did feel something for him. 

“Where have you been?”

“Shoto?” Your eyes widened at your husband sitting on your bed, scowl fixed on his face.

I wish i could finish this lmao,,,, ;((((

Aight so they in an,,, established relationship,,, denki nd reader were together nd then both were like ooooh shinsoooooo,,,, reader was gettin flirted w but is uh,,,, a lil obliviousd,,,, they fuck,,, in the dorms,,, reader was like,,,, a lil stoned thanks to denki

Shinso class b nd denki nd reader r class A

Classes had been… even more exhausting than normal. You were excited to be graduating soon, of course! But damn, the teachers couldn’t go easy on you? Denki had been uh, dealing with the stress in his own way, which was smoking a lot of weed, you did join him from time to time, today being one of them, but hey, at least he liked your cooking? You’d collapsed on your bed as soon as you’d gotten to your room, too relieved to even wonder where your boyfriends were, they were usually here before you. Somehow managing to stand up, you changed into something more comfortable, brows slioghtly furrowed as your boyfriends still didn’t show. The door opened just as you were reaching for your phone, revealing a rather flushed Denki and oh.

“Sorry I took so long babe, Hitoshi got me first.” He grinned, making a beeline for you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You let the blonde lead you back to your bed, a giggle leaving you when the two of you fell onto the bed, Denki kissing along your neck in the way he knew you loved. 

“Where is he now?” You pushed him off briefly, brows furrowed. You missed Hitoshi, Denki and you were in the same class, but Hitoshi was in 3-B, so you didn’t see him as much, something that bothered all of you.

“He’s coming, just had to pick something up.” Denki was more focused on kissing you, and you were happy to oblige now you knew Hitoshi was on his way. 

You were on top of Denki by the time Hitoshi got back, Denki’s shirt and your hoodie were thrown somewhere on the floor, and his hands were on your ass. 

“Glad you two are enjoying yourselves.” He leant back against the door, smirking as you tried to untangle yourself from Denki. 

“Toshi! You’re finally- ah- here!” Denki didn’t let you go, arms wrapped tight around your waist to stop you moving.

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When Does a Puppy Become a Dog? 7 Signs Your Puppy is No Longer a Puppy

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Everyone wants their puppy to stay little forever, but unfortunately, they have to grow up finally ! As pup mature into dogs, their needs change ; you need to be able to keep up with what those changes are in order to keep Fido felicitous and healthy . If you expect to accommodate all of your puppy ’ s needs as he grows up, you need to be able to recognize the signs of adulthood. nowadays, you are going to learn about what the signs of adulthood in dogs are and how you should adjust your life style to take proper worry of your doggo !

#1: He calms down

Puppies are just about always bouncing off the walls with exhilaration, ready to play at a consequence ’ south notice. They have a lot of energy to expend as they grow, but that all changes when your frank reaches maturity. An adult cad ’ south behavior and demeanor becomes more reserve and calm over time. Of class, this is not true for all dogs, as some breeds like aureate retrievers stay more active than others, but it is still something to keep in mind as you watch your pup become an adult.

Reading: When Does a Puppy Become a Dog? 7 Signs Your Puppy is No Longer a Puppy

What you need to do

As your frank becomes less active, you may be relieved. last, he isn ’ t beg to play fetch every hour ! It is approve to be barely a short happy about this, but you placid need to encourage him to play regularly, and keep promote socialization. Just like humans, dogs become insalubrious when they lead a sedentary life style. This leads to several problems when they get older. For case, a sedentary frank may suffer from :

Obesity

Joint problems

Heart disease

Diabetes

These issues can become fatal if you do not address them quickly. Play with your doggo every day to make sure he stays healthy and quenched. As an add bonus, it encourages you to be more active as well !

#2: He loses all of his baby teeth

One of the first signs you will notice to signify that your puppy is becoming an adult is that he will have lost all of his baby tooth. As dogs grow, they will need a stronger plant of chompers to chow down on tougher food and clasp sticks and toys better. When those modern teeth come in, your puppy is not going to be a puppy for much longer !

What you need to do

A dog ’ s teeth need regular care if you want them to stay in his pass. Rotted teeth are irritating and when they fall out, your chase will have a difficult time chewing his food. In order to prevent this from happening, get his teeth inspected and brushed by a vet whenever recommended !

#3: He does not eat as much

Young dogs are highly active agent both at heart and out, so they need to consume more calories than an pornographic andiron does. When maturity is reached and they stop changing physically, they will not need a much food to be satisfied and healthy .

What you need to do

What you can do to ensure the health of your growing dog is to monitor his food intake close and feed him a balanced and healthy diet. not indisputable where to get started ? Ask your vet ! Your whelp ’ randomness sophisticate can tell you what food he needs, how much he needs, and what you should look out for angstrom far as his consumption goes .

#4: Destructive behaviors will become less frequent

Puppies quite frequently perform destructive behaviors like chewing on furniture, shoes, pillows, etc. This is separate of what they do based on instinct and climate, and they should stop doing these things ampere often as they senesce. vitamin a long as you are giving your cad enough exercise and attention, he will stop trying to destroy the sign of the zodiac when you are gone.

Read more: Why is My Dog Acting Weird? 6 Potential Reasons & What to Do About It | Hepper

What you need to do

Keep doing what you are doing ! Play with your andiron every day, give him lots of love, and spend time prepare. If he is concern and content, he probable will not turn to your prize possessions to play with .

#5: His adult coat will come in

Puppies have different fur than adult dogs do. Puppy fur is short and fuzzy while adult fur is frequently coarse and at least a little longer. Fido will finally shed his puppy fuzz when he begins to mature ; this generally occurs somewhere approximately six months of historic period to a year .

What you need to do

Brush your dog ’ second coat much. This will keep it glazed and healthy and will cut down on the sum of shedding, leaving you to vacuum less frequently and relax with a book more. If his coating is longer, you may want to consider seeing a professional groomer for the best results .

#6: Sexual maturity occurs

When your cad reaches sexual maturity, that means that he/she is able to impregnate another dog or to give parturition. They partake that in common with other mammals like us ! think of it as reaching puberty. When your male cad shows more interest in sex and your female frump begins to have bloody dispatch, you will know that they are reaching intimate maturity .

What you need to do

intimate maturity in dogs often comes with a lot of erratic or excited puppy behavior. Spend enough of prison term with them to tire them out and help them calm down. If your cad become agitated, use any calming techniques that you have used in the past to help them .

#7: He stops growing

When your puppy stops growing physically and he is already sexually matured, this is a sign that he is no longer a puppy, but alternatively a full adult. This normally happens between one and three years depending on the size and breed .

What you can do

All you have to worry about is giving your doggo enough space to run and play ampere well as giving him a comfortable shelter. Dogs who feel cramped or uncomfortable may begin to exhibit destructive or agitated demeanor.

Read more: Dog Wheezing: Causes and Treatment Options

Whatever challenges growing up brings for your whelp, you will be able to handle them without breaking a sweat ! With a small love and worry, your puppy will grow into a glad, healthy, and all-around adult . Bringing a newfangled syndicate addition into the home is highly excite ! Becoming a new puppy parent comes with a long ton of new joys, challenges and responsibilities. PupBox was created to help new puppy parents like yourself, by providing all of the toys, treats, accessories and training information you need, when you need it. CLICK HERE to learn more about PupBox .

And remember, puppyhood is fast and is gone before you know it. Make certain to savor the time when your puppy is young, and take lots of pictures along the way !

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[aquatictimes]

So, this is why I’ve been kinda absent for the last couple of weeks: my boy, Theo, got very, very sick at the beginning of the month. The kind of sick where the vet can’t make any guarantees. 

I’d noticed that he was a little quiet; off his food, but while I was concerned, I wasn’t overly worried. Theo was diagnosed with Calicivirus as a kitten (despite having had all his vaccines), and short periods discomfort from inflamed joints, mild stomach upsets and lack of appetite are not uncommon. Usually, I keep a close eye on him, perhaps give him something to relieve any discomfort (prescribed by the vet), and he’s back to normal within a couple of days. 

But this time, I realised that something more serious was happening - he would remain in one position for hours at a time, wouldn’t show even a little interest in food and, worst of all, his breathing was shallow and laboured. I got him to the vet and was told that this was likely a chest infection and that his temperature was very high. He stayed with them, tests were performed, over 150mls of bloody fluid was removed from his chest cavity and he was hooked up to IV antibiotics. We were all very worried.

Later that day, I saw his chest x-rays - his lungs were barely visible, had been crushed inwards by fluids, and even his heart and diaphragm were obscured. Again, the vets said that this was very worrying, particularly because none of us were sure of the cause. There were no wounds, and we keep our cats indoors to lessen, in part, the risk of exactly this sort of thing happening. They have an outdoor run, too, but this is always supervised. 

The first two days of treatment rendered a little improvement, but it was too early to get hopeful. By the third, things really did seem to be looking up, and I was feeling a lot more positive when I went to see him. Of course, that’s when everything started to go massively downhill. 

His IV medications had been administered about 5 minutes before I got there, and he suddenly just...went limp. He was almost totally unresponsive, cool to the touch and had dilated pupils, but his heart was strong and his breathing still improved. The vets had never encountered anything quite like this, particularly because he’d been doing so well that day - the only thing they could think of was that he’d gone into anaphylactic shock. He was given steroid injections immediately, despite the risks that this could encourage a resurgence in bacterial growth, but there really wasn’t any time to worry about that. It was two hours of seeing my boy barely alive, cold and unmoving on a surgical table. 

Amazingly, though, he started to pick up. It was just the odd twitch, at first, but then there were little leg-shakes, blinks and eventually he even managed to wobble to his feet and bury his head in my chest. By 9 in the evening, he was almost back to how he’d been that morning, albeit still a little shaky. None of us were comfortable with him being away from the vets overnight, though, and were worried that taking him to the hospital would cause a great deal of stress and might even end up being too much for him. I still can’t believe their generosity, but the vet offered to take him home for the night to keep watch. Whilst watching him drive away with someone else was horrible, it meant that he’d be receiving excellent care from people he was comfortable with, and I wouldn’t have changed it for anything.

He made it through the night. I was so relieved.

Over the next few days, he continued to improve, even with fluid still building up in his chest and a high temperature, and was now only having his antibiotics injected, rather than dosed intravenously. After a full week of constant care with the vets, general anaesthetics, x-rays, IV fluids, antibiotics, biopsies and a million other treatments, he was allowed to come home for the full weekend. 

And then he started playing. And grooming. And purring. 

I can’t begin to describe how happy that made me. We’re another week-and-a-bit into treatment now, and he’s back to eating well, knocking things off shelves, play-fighting with his cousin and racing me up the stairs (he wins every time. Big surprise.). It looks like he’ll be fine.

We’re still not certain of the cause - the biopsies turned up a ton of both aerobic and anaerobic bacterial strains, but no cancers or other conditions - best guess is that his cousin might have nicked him with a tooth, which would have allowed infection to set-in. Still only a hypothesis. 

This kind of situation is terrifying to any pet owner - these are our babies, and we’ll do anything in our power to keep them happy and safe. Theo, though, is also an emotional support animal. He doesn’t know it, but he has been one of my only reasons to wake up every day (this is before I kept fish, but the point still stands) and has pulled me through some of the darkest times of my life. I’m honestly not sure what I would’ve done if he hadn’t made it, and just considering the possibility makes me want to throw up. Again, I’m sure loads of people can relate to this. 

If I hadn’t taken him to the vet, I would have lost him. I’m not sure he had even 24 hours left in him, and his initial (visible) deterioration had only taken place over a couple of days. Just goes to show that you really can’t be too careful - if something’s up, don’t wait. Get them to the vet.

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Takes One To Know One Chapter 3

Negan ate his fill, and what I couldn’t finish of my own. I offered to call for more, but he refused the offer.

“Well, you can’t refuse me everything,” his eyes widened and so did his smile, but I rolled my eyes and took up a walkie talkie I had tucked in a drawer. Batteries, even the rechargeable ones we used, were sparse so we used this form of communication sparingly. Calling down to the laundry and getting an affirmative that they heard me, I asked for a full change of clothing, eyeing the lanky man sitting comfortably in front of me. “Yes, skin out,” I smiled as Becca repeated my orders back, confirming the order before asking if she should have a toiletry set gathered as well. “That would be great, and-” I stopped and tilted my head as I bit my lip, shaking my head. I had to admit there was ONE thing I would be at a loss to guess the size of his outfit. “Shoe size?” He gave me a size and I told Becca. “Have Greg or Max bring those up, please?”

Once I’d signed off, tucked the walkie back into the drawer once it was put in standby mode, I gathered our dishes. “Does this mean I won’t be spending the night in the clink?” I chuckled.

“We don’t really have a jail,” I shrugged. “If we don’t trust you, you die or you get put back outside the gates.” Either way was a pretty permanent end. “You won’t have free reign,” I warned, in case he got the urge to go for a stroll during the dark hours. “But you will be in the same wing as my advisors.”

“And you?” Another shake of my head as I piled everything on the tray. “You don’t stay in the same area as your ‘advisors’?”

Licking my lip I looked up to see that he was studying me. “I wasn’t disagreeing with you, I was thinking that you’re incorrigible.” Handing him the tray, I picked up my weapon and nodded toward the door. “Yes, we share the same wing. Everyone has their own space, you’ll have your own room, but I don’t think wandering is in your best interest.” He carried the tray while we moved back down to the cafeteria where the second shift of dinner was being served.

When we came into the room, no one kneeled, it wasn’t required during meals. But a few of the little ones did stop eating to come hug my knees as Negan moved toward the kitchen to return the dishes. When he turned back he saw me surrounded by tiny people who were telling me all the things they were learning in school.

“Your ABCs sound amazing, Abigail,” I rustled the redhead’s curls as she smiled up at me with a huge gap where she’d recently lost her second front tooth. “Even with that missing tooth.” The blond haired, blue eyed boy who was tugging at my free hand, demanding attention had Negan grinning at the sight. “Yes, Caleb?”

“Who’s that?” His eyes focused on Negan, far filthier than even our current gardening group and I knelt down beside the little one to whisper in his ear.

“He’s not scary, I promise.” Caleb’s hand was tight on my fingers and he nodded as I reassured him of his safety. “If he makes one bad move, we’ll make sure he doesn’t make another, alright?”

“OK, Meg,” he turned and kissed my cheek then hugged me tight around my neck. Then the others gave me hugs in turn before returning to their dinners before they grew cold. I was smiling at how normal and simple it seemed, the kids and their happiness, before returning to our newest member.

“Come on,” I turned back to take him toward the living quarters, back upstairs but on the opposite side of the building, where I had taken residence and John, Greg, and Max all had rooms. “One of the guys will bring up your things, well your newer things, but I can give you the tour of your space.” Negan didn’t find it difficult to keep pace with me, his legs were longer than mine by miles, but he also didn’t make it seem like he was doing me a favor either. “There are more rooms than we use, all over the grounds honestly, but that’s because people make bad choices.”

He snorted, and I knew he understood. “Even with the young ones coming fast and furious?”

“I guess you noticed that we have a few more buns in some ovens,” I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. “Yeah, while we have our fair share of idiots, we also have good people who understand that we’re fucking lucky as hell. They take advantage of our safety and our abundance of supplies and life keeps coming.”

“How bad is the mortality rate?” I sighed. Even before the world went to shit, maternal and infant mortality wasn’t great, but now? “That good?”

“It’s actually about the same as before,” I bit my lip and thought about how hard I was working to figure out how to work past it, to end up with mother and baby every single time, healthy and happy. “Thousands of years of evolution and we have NEVER figured out how to make it safer.” I was shaking my head when we came to the hallway that the men had claimed for their own. “Here we are, the testosterone territory.” Negan chuckled as I pointed out their rooms, separated by at least one other room between each, and with plenty of extras available. “Any preference?”

“You letting me pick?” I could tell he thought it was a test of some sort, but I shrugged. Why did I care, I didn’t live on this stretch of corridor. Negan studied the rooms that were available and I watched him, considering each from his point of view, as if it were my own in his place. I’d pass by the ones occupied by the other three men, which he did without so much as a pause. While it would be tempting to pick the room nearest the entrance of the hallway or the one at end, that would also poise you to be the first or last in the line of defense and make you on edge or on watch, personally. The bathrooms were joint, every two rooms shared, which was another reason the three men who lived along the path didn’t live close together, so I’d pick a room that wasn’t shared with one of them on that basis as well.

In the end he chose a room somewhat midway down the hallway, with no one to share his bathroom with, where he could see both entrance and exit. A room I would have felt as comfortable in as I thought he would.

“Each room has two twin beds, since they were set up for college students, so you can push them together to have a bigger one.” I offered, walking in to show him around. “A desk, a chair, the usual. The bedding is clean, but if it needs to be aired, just take it off and we can walk it down to the laundry tomorrow.”

“Are you gonna be my babysitter, Megan?” I rolled my eyes again. “Don’t think I EVER had a babysitter that looked like you-”

“Hey,” John’s head popped around the doorframe and I turned to see him glancing around the room as if he was expecting to find me naked and Negan doing who knew what. “Greg’s bringing up the bath shit, but here-” He came in with a load of clothes and a pair of newer boots. “Becca asked me to bring these up when I happened by.” He set them down on the nearest bed, careful not to toss them or show aggression, since he knew I wouldn’t appreciate it with Negan being given a room so close to the three of them. “I should hit the shower.” His eyes met mine and I nodded. A clean John was a far more appreciated John. “I’ll find you-”

“Later.” I promised, and his face, so serious when he came in with Negan’s new clothes broke into a smile that could light up a room. He left and Negan’s soft laugh reminded me of our audience. “As I was saying,” I went on, flipping the light switch beside the open door. “You have electricity, no limits, but we’re on solar and we try not to go nuts with any of our shit.”

“Just gonna pretend like your boy there didn’t rush off to wash his nuts so he could fuck you senseless later for a reward?” I leaned against the wall and waited for him to get whatever he needed to off his chest. “Damn, was I that fucking-”

“Are you finished?” I had shit to do before John could come claim his prize, as it were, and the tour of Negan’s room was taking longer than I planned. He’d stopped talking so I went on. “The bathroom has the same ‘rules’, water’s hot and it’s safe, but we try not to go for the hours long showers or baths.” He was staring at me and I moved on. “Your toiletries will have soap, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, and washing cloth, plus a towel. Toilet paper or what amounts for it is in the room there, and while we all pitch in, your rooms are YOUR responsibility. You clean up after yourself. I’ll show you the ropes for that tomorrow, while I’m babysitting you.” I turned to go, but I stopped for a moment. “I really hope that you aren’t here to try something stupid, Negan, cause it would suck balls to have to kill the male version of myself.”

“I don’t get to see where the much hotter version of myself sleeps?” He shot back as I walked out his door, I didn’t answer, just laughed as I shook my head and left him to figure out how he planned on making his new room his own.

I was still amused when I got to my rooms. Negan was an interesting distraction so far, I’d give him that. And I hadn’t been completely teasing when I told him that I hoped he wasn’t holding some sort of dual purpose that would make his life forfeit. Taking down my hair and brushing out the kinks that came from keeping it piled up during the day so I could relax my scalp and change into something a little more comfortable for John to take off of me, I thought about what I could allow Negan to ask for without having his brain matter ruin my boots.

If he was lying and was a member of another group, a group that needed to barter supplies or wanted to merge, we could negotiate, possibly. I considered our vacant spaces and our surplus of supplies along with our greenhouses and our gardens, not to mention our livestock. I had a number, population wise that would be workable. While I hated lying, this new world of ours seemed to make it necessary.

I knew there was a slight chance that he wanted my place at the top, that he was a true threat to me and mine, but something told me that if Negan wanted to reign supreme he wouldn’t be subtle. He’d come in and take what he wanted, but then again, he might be subtle and use that charisma that I’d seen peeking out during our time together. I didn’t have plans to let him run rampant and free, at least not until I could feel him out better. He could shadow me for a while, at least until I had a better idea of what his plans were.

I changed out of my functional and day clothes into a nightie that was anything but battle ready. Black, satin and lace, it came to just above my knees with thin straps and hinting at the curve of my breasts, I shook out my long loose hair and flexed my bare feet on the soft rug that the former resident had left behind. I was pouring a drink when the sound of John’s knuckles against my door announced his arrival and I sighed, thinking that at least now I could have some enjoyable distraction.

John had gone back to his room, pouting once again that I wasn’t willing to let him spend the night, but I liked to sleep alone. And I had explained to him, and the other two, that our situation wasn’t love or a relationship in the traditional sense. It was a mutual agreement. If John, or Greg, or Max wanted more then they could go find it. Somewhere else.

I was back in the nightie, pouring a second drink, when another knock came to the door. I sighed heavily. John had done a marvelous job of relaxing me, but I knew that Max expected his own fair share of reward and Greg probably thought he’d get his own ‘gold star’ as it were. Dealing with another needy male ego wasn’t something I looked forward to, but ignoring the knock would only lead to something more unpleasant.

Taking my drink with me, I opened the door fully prepared to tell whoever waited on the other side that I was far too tired to play another round of praise for the good boy, but when I opened the door I came up shorter than usual.

His eyes were crinkled with mirth, and he bit his lip as he took in the black satin that barely covered me. Negan, leaning against my door frame as if he did it every night, smelling like soap and mint and looking like he was hungrier than he had been during dinner.

“Is that hooch?” His eyes landed on the glass in my hand and I shook my head and huffed out a breath. “Damn, you really do have everything here, don’t you?”

[alexiela73]

Hi, I'm kinda new here so idk if you've gotten this kind of request for hc/short fic before but here goes nothin I guess. How do you think junkrat/roadhog, mccree, hanzo, and gabriel help out a disabled/chronically ill s/o on a bad flare day? (Btw I've been reading what you write and I really enjoy it :) ..)

I have not gotten one specifically for this yet. I hope these are okay. And thank you! XD While i like writing for myself, I find more satisfaction in writing for others, so I’m glad you enjoy what I’ve posted

Junkrat:

Is aware you have diabetes

One day he comes over for the day to hang out

The two of you were going to go out and go to the junkyard in search for scrap parts for his next big invention

Except when he gets to your room, he finds you sitting at the table with your head in your hands

Immediately concerned, the junker drops the dirty sack meant for the parts on the floor by the door and hobbles over 

“Ye okay, darl’? Ye look a bit pale,” Junkrat says, noticing your pale complexion and the way your eyes seemed a bit distant. Carefully he kneeled on his peg leg, watching you with concern

Giving him a tired smile, you noted his face was dirtier then usual and reached up to gently wipe at his face with a napkin from the table

“Your so dirty,” you whisper, sighing heavily and feeling bad.

Catching your hand, Junkrat presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, before pausing.

“Have ye taken yer blood thingy with the needle jabber ye have?” Junkrat asked, looking at you with concern now. He’d seen you with low blood sugars but obviously it was a bit worse then usual.

Giving an exhausted nod, you brush your finger tips across his cheek. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I just don’t have the energy to go to the scrap yard today. I feel like I might topple over, honestly,” you said apologetically, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed.

Shaking his head, Junkrat stood and straightened his back, showing his true height as he towered over you. Then he leaned and scooped you up, causing you to squeak. Despite having a wiry thin frame, the man was well built and seemed to have endless energy and strength, you once noticed.

“Don’t mind me, darl’,” Junkrat said, plopping you down on the couch. He got your fuzzy slippers for you, before rummaging through the cupboards and fridge. He brought back a can of pop and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels for you, before sitting beside you.

 “Here. Movie day is just as good, as long as it be with me best girl,” he said with a goofy grin.

The look of adoration you gave him made today all the worth it. “Thank you,” you said gently, before snuggling to him for the day as he worked on raising your blood pressure with you and letting you relax to get your strength back

McCree

The two of you were out for the day 

Despite having heart disease, the two of you ended up buying a ranch half a year ago

The place is a lot of work but usually your good about not working on your bad days and being honest about them

Today you weren’t. The two of you were going to go for a ride through the meadows and have a nice lunch out. Wanting to very badly, you didn’t tell Jesse about how your chest had been hurting since you woke up.

When you found yourself a bit short of breath during the start of the ride, Jesse noticed. You insisted you were fine and that your horse’s speed was a bit rough today

Jesse didn’t believe it. Butterfly rode like a dream. 

The two of you were almost getting to the spot when suddenly, the pain in your chest intensified. Pressing a hand to your chest, you gasped for air and felt blackness at the corners of your vision.

“Y/n!” Jesse gasped, turning his horse around and hurrying over just as you fainted. You were lucky, he caught you from falling off the horse just in time.

When you woke up, the pain was a dull ache in your chest. You were laying on the couch in your living room, and you blinked hazily as you struggled to remember exactly what had happened last.

Jesse sat on the edge of the coffee table, holding your hand and looking to be both angry and relieved.

“Jesse-” you croaked but he cut you off.

“You can’t do that, y/n. We agreed when we got the ranch that you would take it easy. You should have told me you weren’t feeling good,” Jesse said, clutching your hand desperately. He had been so worried, and you know it scared him, the thought of anything happening to you.

A slow smile tugged and your lips, and when he saw it he rubbed his eyes. “Why are you smiling?” he growled, but was silenced when you reached up to caress his cheek.

“Your right. I’m sorry, Jesse. I just…I’m so grateful to have someone who cares so much,” you say softly, the look on your face serene as you squeeze his hand. For a moment he just looks at you, as if considering whether or not to let you off the hook. 

Finally he rests his forehead on your shoulder and lets out a long sigh.

“I love you, stupid,” he mumbles, before pressing a kiss just before your ear.

Letting out a soft chuckle, you relax.

“I love you too, you goofball,” you murmur.

Hanzo

Today Hanzo had woken and noticed that you had been a bit difficult to wake up

When you did, you had been really tired. It didn’t take you long to realize your lupus was acting up but you refused to admit it

Touching your forehead, Hanzo had immediately noticed the hot fever plaguing you as you attempted to insist that you would be fine

Your joints were really aching this morning, and Hanzo could tell by the way you winced whenever you moved.

Hanzo ended up sentencing you to bedrest for the remainder of the day, even though it was the day of one of japans biggest festivals

You had been so excited to go…it broke your heart that you would have to miss it, but you knew as well that you couldn’t go out in your condition.

You tried to tell Hanzo to go, but he just gave you a look that left no room for arguements. Instead, Hanzo put himself to work making food for you while you laid curled up in bed

Hanzo always stayed home when you weren’t feeling good.

Around lunch time, Hanzo walked in with a tray. There was homemade stew for you, as well as freshly made juice and biscuits.

You couldn’t help the soft smile that touched your lips. Hanzo always took excellent care of you, going above and beyond to ensure that you would at least be happy while you were recovering. 

“Thank you,” you murmur as you take the tray, watching as he carefully sat beside you. “How lucky I am, to have such a beautiful nurse,” you tease gently.

A smile tugged at his lips. “You really are, aren’t you,” he says quietly, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your hair.

Watching you while you ate, you noticed Hanzo looked a little more lost in thought then usual, more troubled. Usually he went to meditate when he was troubled, but instead he sat there, tracing circles on your knee as he thought.

“Are you okay?” you murmur, before taking another bite full of food.

Blinking, after a moment Hanzo gives you the barest smile. “Nothing to worry about,” he says softly. “I just…get quite worried over you. I am afraid of there ever coming a day where I might have to wake up without you at my side…” 

Stunned, you put down your almost empty bowl of soup to stare at him, realizing what he was worrying over.

“Hanzo Shimada! I am not dying now, nor any time soon. I’ll be damned if if we don’t grow old together!” you said determinedly, wishing he could try and be as sure of it as you were. You’d fight tooth and nail to live as long a life you could with this man you loved.

Eyes meeting yours, Hanzo hesitated before a real smile touched his features. “You are right. You are a fighter,” Hanzo murmurs softly, watching you with adoration evident in his eyes. “It will be okay. You’ve never been wrong before.”

With a laugh, you playfully punched his shoulder. “As if,” you murmur, before returning to finish your delicious soup.

Gabe:

It has been two days since you two have spoken

The last time you two had been together, your heart disease had acted up unexpectedly when the two of you had been out shopping. You’d blacked out in public, and when you woke up he’d taken you to the doctors to have a check up, worried for you

This has happened a couple times this year, or at least situations that were similar

Gabe didn’t like to be avoided, so he decided the best thing to do was to come to you. 

Marching up the front steps of your house, he walked in without knocking. Immediately he went upstairs to try and find you, only to see that you were curled up in your bed with your back to the door

For a moment, Gabe contemplated leaving, wondering if maybe you were just sleeping. Then he realized that you were shaking lightly, and slowly he walked over.

“Y/n..” he said softly, reach down and rubbing your back gently. At your touch, you let out the barest sob. It broke his heart.

“Move over,” Gabe urged gently, and you moved over. Crawling into the bed, he snuck himself under the covers before spooning you and burying his face in your long hair.

Silence ensued for a few minutes as he just held you, fingers rubbing soothing circles into your arms as he cradled you against his body. He didn’t want to pressure you to talk, especially when you were upset.

Finally though, you spoke. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes. There was once more a dull ache in your chest. The pain had been evident since the last time you’d seen him.

“Don’t be, baby,” Gabe said softly. “I was just really worried, is all. I just…tell me what’s wrong, baby. Please. Tell me what I can do to make it better.”

At his words, another sob engulfed you. How long would he say that, you wondered? How long before he tired of your episodes too?

“Make it stop,” you whimpered. “Make it go away, Gabe. I’m…I’m so tired…I’m just so tired of it. I can’t do this anymore. I never know when its going to be a good or bad day and I’m so sick of it. I’m just holding you back from having a normal relationship…”

Honestly, you had depression too. This disease was eating at you alive, not just your heart but it was ruining life for you. You felt like it was impossible to enjoy yourself knowing you had this illness.

Gabe would be better off with another girl, you thought, who didn’t faint in public and gasp like a goldfish out of water..

Turning you around, Gabe stared hard into your eyes. “I don’t want to hear that nonsense, y/n. I love you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I love YOU. You aren’t holding me back. You are who I want to be with. None of this can stop me from wanting you. So unless your trying to get rid of me, stop thinking such nonsense and just tell me you love me.”

You couldn’t help the tiny smile that pulled at the corner of your mouth when he got pushy. It was a little cute. You had trouble believing it though. How could he…

“Y/N,” he said seriously when you hesitated. “I will never leave you. I promise you.”

You stared back into his eyes, hesitating, wanting to believe him so badly. Gabe didn’t tell fables, you reminded yourself. You couldn’t get better if you continued focusing on all the bad stuff…the voice in your head strangely reminded you of things Gabe had said to you many times over.

Hesitating once more, you hugged him tightly. 

“I love you,” you whispered, sniffling and you couldn’t help being grateful for the gift that was Gabriel in your life.

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The More Things Change...

Disclaimer & Masterpost

Summary: Asuma is probably laughing at them from the Great Beyond.

AN: So, as I promised, I will finish my NarutoWeek2017 fic prompts...even if they are unforgivably late haha. Hm, I should probably put them all in one place, huh?

The sun is just reaching its zenith on an lamentably cloudless day when Shikamaru steps foot in the dining area of the YakinikuQ and glances around in search of his friends. They aren’t there yet, which makes him groan and try to decide if he should bother getting a table now or just come back in a little while.

It’s a rare day off for him, and he doesn’t feel like wasting it inside more than he has to.

It turns out, there’s more that goes into being an advisor to the Hokage than he expected. Shizune is a relentless (and unnaturally organized) taskmaster, with a certain lack of patience born of working with a temperamental woman like Tsunade. Most of the work is tedious enough that he could do it in his sleep, but whenever Kakashi decides to do something unpredictable, every bit of planning gets thrown up in the air.

Considering Naruto is about a hundred times more unpredictable, Shikamaru suspects his future is going to be one long, unending game of shogi.

That in mind, he doesn’t feel like spending his diminishing free time waiting around for his late comrades.

Turning to leave, he pauses when he notices the back booth of the restaurant, and the occupants therein; Kurenai is sitting there, obviously trying to fight off laughter, while Gai sits in his wheelchair beside her, balancing baby Mirai on his lap. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, Shikamaru wanders over.

“Hey,” he says when they both notice his approach, and nods at Kurenai. “I haven’t seen you out in a while.”

“Mirai finally finished cutting that first tooth,” Kurenai tells him, pride and exhaustion plain in her features. “Today was the first day in a week she’s been pleasant enough to go out, and so I took a chance. Then we ran into Gai at the park and he insisted on treating us to lunch.”

“Motherhood is a most arduous trial – you need to keep your strength up,” Gai agrees. “You will be a most excellent example of fortitude to your daughter! Even now, I can already feel the great strength she possesses!”

He indicates the death-grip the baby has on one of his eyebrows.

“Also, it means I don’t have to cook,” Kurenai says in a lower voice. “Or worse – microwave.”

“You should have said something,” Shikamaru reminds her. “I can bring you food. My mother always cooks too much these days.”

It’s been difficult adjusting to his father’s death. He’s not sure what’s worse – the constant barrage of reminders that hit him at odd moments of the day, or the way his tough and snappy mother sometimes breaks down crying apropos of nothing.

Kurenai’s eyes soften in understanding.

“I may take you up on that,” she tells him gently. “Mirai will no doubt have more teeth coming in soon, and I won’t be able to take her anywhere for a while.”

Shikamaru nods stiffly at this.

“Shikamaru, you’re a man now – you should join us for a drink,” Gai suggests. Kurenai coughs, and he amends, “Well, me. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with drinking tea – in fact, we should all have some tea together and drink as comrades!”

“Thank you, but now,” he says. “I’m supposed to have lunch with Ino and Chōji. Assuming they show up. Everyone’s so busy lately, they might just cancel.”

“Ah, I know that feeling,” Gai says, gently catching Mirai’s grabby hands with his. His expression turns uncharacteristically sober. “I never even see Kakashi anymore unless I have an appointment. It makes engaging in youthful competition difficult.”

Shikamaru snorts, because of course Gai sees the only obstacle to his ridiculous contests as being Kakashi’s busy schedule – not his own damaged body.

“At least everyone is just busy,” Kurenai points out thoughtfully. “You know that once the reconstruction is over, things will be back to normal.”

“Will they?” Shikamaru challenges before he can think better of it.

 “As normal as they can be,” Kurenai amends quietly.

They are all silent for a tense spell, everyone thinking of their own losses. It is Gai who breaks that lull.

“I may not have lost a father as you did, or even a husband…but my students are the closest thing I will ever have to children,” the taijutsu master says. “Losing Neji was like losing a son. And I don’t know if he ever knew that.” He fixes Shikamaru in a firm gaze, for once free of his over-emotional tears. “Mark my words, young Shikamaru, you must savour the people in your life – and tell them how important they are to you – while you are youthful enough to do it.”

“Uh…sure…”

“And on that note – you should sit with us and drink! To the past and to the glorious, vigorous future we all have ahead of us!” Gai shouts.

“Hey! Shikamaru!”

He is saved by responding to find Chōji and Ino across the room, being led to their usual booth. Ino looks as coifed as usual, albeit a bit paler than he’s used to her seeing, and Chōji is at his skinniest.

“Excuse me,” he says to the other shinobi, earning a nose-crinkling smile of understanding from Kurenai. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your meal.”

“We shall! And afterwards, I will challenge my new erstwhile opponent to a feat of shouting!” Gai declares. “Go on, young Mirai, show off your commitment to youth!”

Mirai puts her fist in her mouth.

“Do you see? Kurenai, look at that resolve!”

Shikamaru rolls his eyes and leaves Kurenai to deal with Gai. He has a feeling that teething or not, she’s probably rethinking her need to leave the house again anytime soon…

“He never changes, does he?” Ino asks as he sits down, her eyes on the exuberant green-clad man. But there is no repudiation in her voice, and rather than a mocking smirk, she smiles fondly. She has come a long way from the judgmental kid she once was.

“Unlike us,” Shikamaru agrees.  “When was the last time we did this?”

“Well, it’s not like we haven’t been busy!”

“Don’t I know it,” Chōji groans.

The three of them collectively exhale in exhaustion.

“I’ve been working non-stop with my dad on reconstruction missions,” Chōji complains as soon as their rather lengthy order is given to the waitress. “The whole clan keeps being farmed out to other villages that were damaged by the Zetsu army. Every day, just because I can ford rivers and build bridges and fix dams – it’s never ending! This is the first real meal I’ve had in a month!”

“I think you’re exaggerating – you were at my place just last week,” Shikamaru interrupts.

“Well it feels like a month! I’m practically living on soldier pills!”

“Well at least those keep your health up,” Ino bemoans. “I should probably start taking those myself…”

“You sell flowers,” Chōji points out.

“Yeah, and it’s more tiring than you’d think!” Ino snaps. “Do you realise how many people come in for flowers every day? Everyone’s lost someone, so everyone wants to bring flowers or send them or make displays. And always with the messages of sympathy and condolences, and half of them are crying when they get me to fill those notes out and…ugh, it’s just depressing.”

Her shoulders sag. Shikamaru blinks, having not considered the emotional toll of her family business in the wake of the war.

“And it’s not like I can ask Mother to do anything,” she continues with a sigh.

“How is she?” Chōji asks softly.

“She has good days and bad days. I know it’s been a few months, but she’s still in shock,” she explains sadly. “Which means I have to handle all the clan business, because my uncles and cousins are morons. And on top of that I’m picking up Sakura’s slack because every week she’s off playing nursemaid to Sasuke.” Ino crosses her arms and glowers. “Grr, it’s playing dirty, is what it is! All because she has ultra high clearance – as if that would impress Sasuke! I could totally have that clearance if I wanted to. My dad ran the place!”

Shikamaru and Chōji face fault.

“You have seriously messed up priorities,” Shikamaru informs her.

“Excuse me?” Ino demands. She holds up a hand, and begins ticking off fingers. “Grieving villagers, helping my mother, my clan being idiots and Sasuke. I think I’m prioritizing things very well, thanks!”

“I guess she has a point,” Chōji sniggers. “When we were twelve, Sasuke would have been at the top of the list.”

“Oh, yeah, she’s totally grown,” Shikamaru snorts.

“Are either of you looking to spend quality time stuck in the body of a frog?” Ino asks sweetly. “Because I can make it happen.”

“If it means not eating soldier pills anymore, I’m in,” Choji decides, glancing around impatiently. “What’s taking so long? You’d think with so few people in here they could make it snappy!”

“I guess it’s one of the reasons this place is going out of business,” Shikamaru shrugs.

“What?” Ino demands. “Why?”

Chōji has gone pale and looks like he’s incapable of speech.

“According to the zoning records I read earlier, they’re opening another restaurant here instead. Something about a hamburger joint.”

“A what?!” Choji hisses, expression turning dangerous.

“Oh, yeah, there are some of those in the new part of town,” Ino remarks mildly. “Apparently they’re really popular out west – ahhh! Chōji, what the hell are you doing?!”

The scion of the Akimichi clan has jumped to his feet and actually flipped the table. The few guests in the restaurant cry out in alarm – Mirai, now once more in her mother’s lap, laughs and claps her hands in amusement.

Oh, yeah, she’s definitely Asuma’s…

“This – must – not – stand!” Chōji yells, breathing coming out in the usual huffs and puffs that preview his using an expansion jutsu. “Come on, Shikamaru! Ino! We need to have a chat with the managers! We cannot let the sacred sustenance that is barbecue be sullied by something as…as barbaric as hamburger! Think of the legacy we’re supposed to leave our future children!”

And he stomps toward the kitchen.

“Way to keep your mouth shut, moron,” Ino tells Shikamaru dryly.

He sighs.

“We should go stop him from demolishing the place…what a drag…”

つづく

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Transformer X OC scenarios: It’s an earthling thing.

(Idw)

Sleep: Drift/Yuki :this was before they got together

The first time Drift ever saw an organic sleep was quite a nerve wracking one, he walked into his hab suite and noticed it was eerily silent "Yuki?" he called usually she greets him or is sitting on her makeshift bed reading. but, not today...he scanned the room cautiously; keeping his hand on his sword in case something happened, when a tiny form laying on his berth caught his optic, Drift felt his spark sink when he realized it was Yuki.

He rush over to his berth reached for his small friend; only to freeze when she suddenly whimpered and rolled over, he watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest every time she took a breath; she looked very calm almost like she were meditating , he frowned before comming Ratchet who said she was napping or Micro-charging, When Yuki woke up she nearly had a heart attack seeing Drift staring at her.

"D-Drift, what are you doing?"

" watching you sleep, you looked very tranquil."

"I noticed, why were you watching me?"

"Because you weren't moving and I thought you were hurt."

The brunette felt flattered that he was worried about her, though Drift was curious about something else "But, here's a question for you," the white swords-mech said watch her stretch "Why in my berth?" he smirk as he watched her ears turn pink.

Rodimus & Kid!Amber: Lose teeth

(this takes place when Rodimus was still on earth and acted Amber's guardian/foster parent.)

Rodimus frowned from his desk as he watched his little charge stare morosely at her apple slices, "Sweetspark are you alright?" he asked, the little girl nodded staring down at her plate "Amber Rose-Roderick, don't lie to me." the 7 year old flinched when he full-named her.

"I know something's bothering you haven't spoken a word today and barely eaten anything" he pointed out her odd behavior then narrowed his eyes "...is someone bullying you?" the blue eyed girl shook her head he got up went to her little area.

"Are you sick?" he put a digit to her forehead only for the little girl to swat it away, shook her head again, and muttered something, he hummed then leaned "Come again?" Amber growled "I sthed em Phine!" she lisped before the flame colored mech could say anything she grabbed one of the slices shoved into her mouth; then started chewing then froze when she felt her gums hurt and something hard in her mouth.

"Amber?" he heard something crunch that didn't sound like a an apple, she spat into her plate and Rodimus's optics widened when he saw a tooth laying in the tiny puddle of saliva,energon and chewed up apple he looked back at his charge then,

back at the tooth, Amber, tooth, Amber, tooth, {Computer dial up sounds,,,}*Bing* "Ratchet?!?!..." in the end Rodimus ran into Carly on the way to the med bay; who explained it was normal for children to start losing their baby teeth at Amber's age he skeptical, but took her word for it.

Present day

19 year old Amber cringed as her boyfriend told the story of how she lost her first tooth, her face a lovely shade of dark magenta as the bots giggled; "I still have a few of her baby teeth." he said causing her to look at him mortified. "Why?" he shrugged "Carly gave me a little box and said should keep a memento of the occasion." then he remember something "Oh speaking of which you seen when she got chicken pox, it was adorable!~" as the bots snickered at her as she screamed in horror and ran out of Swerve's "Babe where you going?"

Brainstorm&Sybil: Cracking Joints

It was a pretty quiet day on the lost light, very slow to, when Brainstorm decided to visit his favorite, little E-type, well he got to her room, she answered looking frustrated and tired her mismatched eyes found and lit up when she saw him when she but, it seemed forced as she let him in.

"Hi stormy! what brings you here?"

"Oh, just a slow day on the Lost light, figured I'd see how you were doing?"

"I'm fine except for this damn kink in my damn back..."

"Kink?"

He walked up to her, curiously and Sybil awkwardly told him were to put hands, and she inhaled held her breath "Okay push!" he pushed into her spine as the sandy haired girl exhaled, Brainstorm nearly jumped out of his armor when these loud pops came from Sybil's back causing her yelp then sigh contently before the mech grabbed her shoulders,

"What was that sound? did I hurt you?" he asked panicking looking for any signs of pain. "Nope, just popped my back in the right place.~" she said rubbing her neck then stretched, Brainstorm's  worry was suddenly replaced, Need  watching her body tighten up, and the fact she wearing nothing but a sports bra and tiny shorts probably on her way to the training room before he got there. "You since you're dressed for it, I have a work out we can do,~" he said slyly bringing his servo up to one of her butt cheeks and squeezed as Sybil's face turned bright pink.  

Prime

Prowl and Janis: sight

"Gah!" Prowl jumped back in shock as he was his mate remove some weird clear thing from her optic, "What's wrong?" she asked in shock, as he looked at the odd covering then at his mate "What is that?" he frowned she looked at the cover on her finger tip, "My contact lenses?" she said as the police mech tilted his head incredulously, "They help me with my vision." she explained blinking a few times as she took the other one out.

"I'm near sighted."

"You're...blind?"

"No,not like that! Everything within 39 inches of my face is blurry, it worse in my right eye."

"How long have you had these... contact lens?"

She blushed rummaged around one of her boxes and showed him a photo, Prowl tilted his helm as he looked at the younger girl in the photo she had longer hair and wore glasses "is this you?" he asked she nodded think I just about to graduate middle school and Ai Lin and Ryann dragged me the eye doctors and told to try them," she flinched at the memory...

Mini-flashback

"But I like my glasses..." Janis said looking at her friends as they stood in front of the optometrist, "come of Janis it'll be fine, you been wearing glasses since elementary, wouldn't you like to change?" Ryann said the blonde shuffled nervously as Ai butted in,

"And you don't have to risk them being stolen or broken and wiping them off every time you walk into a warm building." Janis went to protest about what if she lost them or forgot to take them out, but the two girls had already dragged her inside. Janis was escorted into the exam room.

while her two friend sat in the waiting room, then heard Janis freaking out the exam room opened and a whimpering crying Janis came out wiping her eyes, as the doctors handed her prescription, as Ryann and Ai Lin nodded and thanked the staff before walking to a coffee shop, when they got inside;

Janis's glasses fogged up and she took them off to clean someone knocked into her back causing her to drop them, the hazel eyed girl heard Ai Lin and Ryann yelling at someone before finding her glasses and winced he right lens had a perfectly round pea sized chip in the bottom corner.

"Guys I think I'll reconsider those contacts...."

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"Had them since," she said putting on her reading glasses as Prowl faced turned neutral she looked at up at him, "Though I'll freaked out that forget to take the out that's stupid, eh?" her bot still didn't say anything, Janis stared at him concerned "Prowl?" the police mech fans kicked on, :: | By Primus she's hot! :: | he mentally screamed before glitching out.

Megatron & Temperance: hair

"augh...I need to cut my hair." Temperance mumbled it was getting too long, and was becoming a hindrance to take care of, she walked down the street and into a hair dressers about ten minutes later one of the vehicons pulled up, to building and a man with a purple buzz-cut red sun-glasses and black suit, got out he walked in,

"Miss Monroe? Lord Megatron has...what?" he awkwardly stared as Temperance finished paying the hairdresser, then looked at Steve who looked at her shock "what happened to that stringy stuff on your head?" he asked looked at her now shoulder length hair.

"I cut it off, What does Megs need?" she asked the vehicon looked sick awkwardly as gestured to his alt-mode still staring at her shorter hair oddly, needles to say Temperance did turned a few helms as she followed Steve to megaton's quarters, then they got there Megatron nodded at them then did a double take when he saw Temperance and mass displaced.

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your hair! it's short!"

"Oh, I had it cut."

The warlord gave her the same look Steve gave her, "why? why would you do something like that?" he demanded as he awkwardly used one of his claws to examined her side swept bangs, "Because it was bothering me, and expensive to take care of?" she said with shrug while Megatron seemed to be looking, for something,

"I just don't understand why you would mutilate yourself like this?" he said running he claws through it carefully Temperance was floored Mutilate, why would he think...oh; they all must've thought her hair was literally a body part and she just amputated it "Oh, no no! It's didn't hurt."

Megatron looked very confused. "besides it'll grow back." his red optics widened, "It grows?!" six months later, sure enough her hair was almost back to it's original length, thought Temperance still trimmed it from time to time to the war-lord dismay as he was still a little skeptical about it.      

Bayverse

Lambo twins x Witwicky twins: Heartbeats

It was a slow day for the lambo twins they were in holo-forms sat on the bleachers watching watching Kendra's track meet, a few people cheered as the runners made passed the finish line. Kenny nearly fell over before being picked up by Sideswiped,

who gave her a sly grin "Good job. Kenny" the out of breath girl gave him a tired smile and hugged him to her before he could protest about her being sweaty, "whoa!" the bi-color eyed girl blinked and pulled away thinking she hurt him,

only for Sides to hug her tightly to him causing her to wrap her legs around him from the sudden action "Side-duh Sydney!? what are you d-doing? she said as people giving them odd looks, and sly grins and few jealous glances, he just purred as Sunstreaker and and Billie came up behind them

"Bro? what are you doing?"

"Her spark...."

"Huh? she doesn't have... what about it."

"It's making a sound...a nice sound..."

Kendra's face started to heat up"It's getting faster..." the red haired twin said as""Sunder"" saw her ears starting to change color, and threw a towel over her before anyone saw her true colors(1), while Billie did crowd control "yeah, yeah nothing to see here.." just a Sides put Kendra down "hey I'm gonna go shower real, quick see out front" she kissed Sideswipe on the cheek, Billie followed her as Sides look at his brother curiously "what?" Sunny hissed "aren't you little bit curious, to hear it?" the blonde avatar tsk'd and walked back to his alt-mode.

A few hours later

the Lambo's now massed displaced sat in the Witwicky's basement Sides and Kenny were playing video games while Billie was working on an art project, before taking a break to get a drink when heard a growl of protest then, she vaguely remembered a weight on her and though it was Mojo or Frankie, But nope it was a shrunk down Sunstreaker with his helm to her chest, the older Witwicky twin felt her face heat up, as the marigold mech purred cuddling closer to her chest, Sideswipe was right it is a nice sound...

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[deathbyyoongi]

Ternary (M)

BTS; Jungkook || V/Taehyung

Genre: Smut 

Word count: ~6.5k

WARNINGS: Graphic smut, threesome, breathplay, oral, also a surprise in there that I don’t want to give away tbh (It’s nothing like rape or blood or anything like that, but if you don’t like surprises I’m sorry)

A/N: Shameless, sinning porn with Taekook. Good luck to you all. Sorry there is no description, but there is literally no plot to this what-so-ever. Haha. This is for my good friend and roommate @jeonjeongwhat / @aegyopop 

It all started with a dare.

“Taehyung!” Hoseok declared as he rubbed his hands together deviously before grabbing an empty beer bottle off the floor. “I dare you to kiss whoever this bottle points at for five seconds.”

Taehyung chuckled and grabbed the bottle from Hoseok before setting it on the floor and spinning it without even saying a word. You watched the bottle twirl into a blur until it slowed down and your eyes could properly focus on it. While it spun, Taehyung took another hit off the joint that was being passed around as he awaited his fate. The bottle came to a complete stop and everyone’s eyes moved to the person it had landed on and who’s jaw was on the floor. The small crowd of people roared in laughter as Jungkook’s face turned downward in disappointment.

“Jungkook—ah!” Hoseok laughed hysterically as he slapped his back repeatedly.

“Really guys? Can’t we just move it over one more spot to Daeyoon?” Jungkook whined, but everyone riled up even more, spouting out rules to him and how he must just be too scared to do it.

Ultimately, he leaned over to you and whispered, “Are you okay with this?” like you were going to have a problem with him kissing Taehyung on a dare. Not likely because this was something you had to see. You gave him a smirk and nodded slowly, much to his dismay and he rolled his eyes then downed the rest of his liquor before moving closer to the middle where Taehyung was taking another extra long drag on the same joint from earlier.

Taehyung didn’t seem very phased. More like he accepted it as his dare and it was what it was so why make a big deal out of it, in fact, he might as well make it extra just like everything else he did.

Jungkook sat on his knees in front of Taehyung, waiting for all the smoke to leave his lungs until he leaned slightly forward before cringing and looking around at all the eyes that were glued on the scene including yours. You couldn’t deny the fact that Taehyung was probably the next hottest guy there, only falling second to your boyfriend and the thought of them kissing was getting you a little bit riled up. The numbness in your brain did nothing to help that either. You could only watch them as they inched together slowly, wishing they would hurry up and just do it already.

Their lips were a few centimeters apart before Jungkook closed his eyes and awaited the embarrassment. Taehyung’s plan was suddenly initiated as his hand wrapped around the younger’s neck and smashed their lips together as he closed his eyes, but Jungkook’s snapped open in horror as he pulled back slightly, but he was trapped by Taehyung’s hand. Cat calls filled the large room as Taehyung let his hand loosen a bit so they could break apart.

“Hey! That wasn’t five seconds,” Hoseok chirped up.

Taehyung smirked at Jungkook, his eyes flicking over to you then back to him, “Your girlfriend seems to really be enjoying this.” Jungkook glanced at you as well, noticing your stiffened posture as you held your bottom lip between your teeth subconsciously. He knew that look. Were you actually getting turned on by this? He raised his eyebrow at you before turning back to Taehyung and relaxing slightly at the feeling of the hand on his neck. “What do you say we give her a little show? Maybe you’ll get a little extra tonight for this,” Taehyung whispered. Jungkook nodded, then looked at you one last time before tilting his head and pressing his lips to Taehyung’s.

Jungkook’s hands came up to rest on Taehyung’s shoulders as their lips started moving together slowly, both of their eyes shut and just getting lost in each other. You pulled your knees to your chest and bit down on one of them hard, trying with every ounce of willpower to compose yourself. You were honestly shocked at Jungkook’s sudden change in demeanor, but who were you to complain when a fantasy of yours, that you didn’t even know existed until now, was unfolding right in front of your eyes. The way Taehyung’s fingers pressed into the back of your boyfriend’s neck, holding him closer as he took control of him so easily with just a few simple words and touches. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly Taehyung could do to you if he had this sort of effect on Jungkook.

All sounds from the surrounding crowd were silent as Taehyung broke from Jungkook’s lips, then immediately stood up. “Well guys, I’m completely faded so it seems as if its time for me to go to bed before this game really gets out of hand,” he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and smiled as he turned on his heel and was heading down the hallway to his room. All eyes turned to Jungkook as he sat there, probably still a little in shock at what he had just done too.

You shifted and stood up after hearing Taehyung’s door shut, breaking the silence, “Yeah, so… we are going to go to bed too.” Most of the boys chuckled as you nudged Jungkook with your foot to make him get up.

“Yeah, we all know what you two are going to be up to, you don’t have to lie,” Jimin spoke up and all Jungkook did was flip him off as you two entered the hallway.

As soon as the door was shut behind him, you pushed him up against it, looking up at him with a fire in your eyes. “What?” he questioned as he looked down at you with a smirk.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jeon?” All he did was twitch his eyebrow upward and look down at you, lust filling out his coffee irises. “I know you did that on purpose,” you slid your hands up his torso, feeling every muscle clench as your hands ran over the surface.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for that, babe,” he mumbled as he leaned closer to your face and held your waist in his hands.

“Neither did I.” You gripped the front of his shirt and stood up on your toes, putting your lips next to his ear. “But I can’t get the image out of my head honestly.” You mouthed at the piercings on his ear, making him shudder as you pulled him off the door then pushed him back onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs and he leaned his body back up to meet your upright position, capturing your lips in an immediately heated kiss. His hands traveled down your body and landed on your ass as his tongue found its way in to tangle with yours. He squeezed his hands, earning a low moan from you as you pressed your core down onto his growing hardness that you could feel through his sweatpants. Your fingers threaded up into his hair and pulled as his soft tongue laved over yours so hastily that you nearly forgot to breathe. He explored every inch of your mouth, running his tongue along every tooth as he caught the whimpers that escaped your throat each time you ground yourself onto him with need. Your fingers tugged desperately at his tresses to feel him as closely as possible, the buzz of alcohol and weed still flowing heavily through the both of you, intensifying each feeling.

You broke the kiss then reached down to tug Jungkook’s shirt off his back hastily before shoving him so his back hit the bed. “You know,” you licked your lips as you rolled your hips into his once again. “You were very bad to tease me like that baby boy,” you stared down at him as his teeth sunk into his swollen bottom lip. Your fingers ran down his chest, tracing over his defined stomach until you got to the ‘V’ at the bottom then they went back up to his chest.

“N—noona… I don’t know wha—“ a light slap to his chest and your stern look stopped his words.

You leaned over him, kissing the pink of his chest where your hand hit, then pressed kisses on the way up to his neck before whispering against the skin, “Don’t lie to me baby.” You ground yourself into him harder this time, making him whimper as he squeezed your thighs in his hands. “You and Taehyung planned that didn’t you? I saw you both looking at me before you kissed him the second time,” his breathing started to speed up as his heart thumped against his chest so hard that you could feel it. “What did he say to you? Or do I need to go ask him myself, hmm?”

“He said that I would get a little extra tonight from you,” he gave up Taehyung without a second thought, feeling your body against his he just needed to give it up so he could feel you instead of teasing.

You sat up then moved off him to walk over and rummage through your backpack, making him whimper at the loss of contact. You pulled out your phone, then frantically started typing away before setting it on the nightstand next to Jungkook’s bed. You looked down at him with a smirk then caressed his pouty face. “I’m sorry noona,” he sat up next to you and kissed your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him. “I can make it up to you,” you felt his smirk on your neck before he pressed open mouthed kisses on it and moved down your shoulder as if trying to coax you back to your prior position.

“Oh, I know you will. The both of you will.”

Before Jungkook could retort, a couple knocks sounded through the room and you jumped up without a second thought, bounding over to the door in pure delight as Taehyung appeared as soon as you opened it. “Good evening Tae,” you spoke as he walked through the door and you shut it behind him. “A little bunny told me that you like to be a fucking tease,” you raised your eyebrows at him, arms folded across your chest and staring him dead in the eyes until his eyes ripped away from yours to look at a very flustered Jungkook laying uncomfortably on the bed.

“Is that so?” he spoke as he looked back at you. “Jungkook, you are such a little sub. I can’t believe you gave me up.”

“Yeah, so you two are going to make it up to me, by doing whatever I want.”

Taehyung let out a laugh while taking a step closer to you so he was towering over your form, a dark look covering his features. “You may be able to boss him around, but you won’t be telling me what to do if I stay here and do this, princess, and that’s a promise.” A chill ran down your spine at his words. You and Jungkook switched roles fairly often, but never have you felt this much dominance radiate off Jungkook. You swallowed hard as his stare only intensified with each passing second.

“Okay,” you said meekly, and his gaze shifted to Jungkook’s, silently asking permission to which he smirked and nodded.

Taehyung cupped your face with his large hands and pulled you forward until his lips were on yours. His movements started out slow, but rapidly changed in a second making you grab onto his arms to keep yourself balanced. His mouth hungrily devoured yours, his tongue roughly pushing past your lips to tug on yours sloppily. His hands moved to the back of your neck, pressing you harder against his lips as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, making you mewl and dig your nails farther into his biceps. After a few more moments of his rough kiss, he broke away, lips coated in a thin sheen of saliva. His breaths were heavy, and his stare intense still even after putting you on a cloud with just his lips.

“Now what is it you want us to do to make it up to you, hmm?” He spoke lowly as he swiped his thumb across your cheek. “If you ask nicely instead of demanding, I might be able to make it happen.”

You glanced over at Jungkook, who still sat on the edge of the bed, looking needy as ever after watching you kiss another man. You chewed at your lip as you flicked your eyes back to Taehyung, softening them as much as you possibly could as if to silently beg him for what you wanted.

“Well if that’s what you really want, doll,” he sighed and moved you to sit on the bed before leaning over Jungkook and getting closer and closer to his face, making the younger man back up slightly. “You do know what she wants, don’t you Jungkook?” Taehyung chuckled as he watched Jungkook look over to see you squirming where you sat at the sight of them so close to each other. “What do you say we make her beg for it, huh?” Taehyung winked at Jungkook and he smiled at the proposition, because he honestly loved it when you begged him to do something.

Taehyung cupped Jungkook’s jaw and pulled him close enough to where their lips barely touched, making you visibly stiffen your body. They heard you shift and both glanced over at you, making you feel like deer in the headlights. You let a whine escape your lips before you could hold it back then Taehyung spoke up. “You better be patient or I’m not going to touch him at all,” he scolded, making you poke out your lip slightly and lean back against the wall again.

“Please,” you spoke under your breath.

“That’s better, princess,” Taehyung praised, then turned back to face Jungkook. Your breaths sped up slightly as you watched them stare at each other for a good few seconds before Taehyung leaned forward more as Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut when Taehyung’s lips pressed against his own. Your heart leapt in your chest at the contact of the two boys in front of you. Taehyung started moving his lips against Jungkook’s slowly, giving him a chance to warm up to the idea, until he started shifting more forward. Jungkook pushed himself back to give Taehyung room to lean onto the bed as their lips still moved in sync, both of their eyes closed now. You tried your best to keep your shaky breaths hidden from them as to not distract them.

Taehyung pushed his hand to the back of Jungkook’s neck as his lips sped up slightly and he leaned more over the younger man. Jungkook’s body noticeably relaxed and Taehyung must have felt it because he then swiped his tongue along Jungkook’s lower lip to which he allowed access so easily it shocked you. Their tongues danced along with each other as Taehyung tilted his head slightly to get a better angle into the kiss. Jungkook grabbed onto Taehyung’s back as he leaned back against the bed and Taehyung shifted forward so he was in between Jungkook’s legs. Taehyung grinded his hips down into Jungkook’s, making him let out a small moan into the kiss. Your jaw dropped as Taehyung’s hips kept rolling into Jungkook’s so fluidly and you could see Jungkook’s fingers digging into the flesh of Taehyung’s bare back.

You rubbed your eyes, and tried to make sense of this. There must have been something in that weed Namjoon bought because there was no way this was actually happening. You watched as Taehyung moved the hand on Jungkook’s neck so it could trail down his chest and abs to palm him over his sweats. Jungkook’s stomach contracted each time Taehyung squeezed around his length and small sounds of satisfaction left his throat to mix with the wet kissing noises. The arousal you were feeling was more intense than anything you’ve ever felt, your mind in a million different places, your eyes trying to take in every little detail and you were so lost in it that you didn’t realize you were rubbing your thighs together.

“Oh, fuck…” you moaned and then everything stopped. Both the boys looked up at you, swollen, wet lips,  glazed over eyes and all.

“Look at her rubbing her thighs together like that,” Jungkook chuckled to which you shot him a stare that could have killed.

“She does look really cute like that, doesn’t she?” Taehyung joined in to the banter. “Why don’t you come here?” He gestured to you and you wasted no time moving up the bed to sit next to them. “You’re being awfully quiet now, sweetness. What’s wrong? Feeling neglected?”

You nodded your head as you bit onto the inside of your cheek and Taehyung sat up then moved toward you. He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your neck. He whispered against the flesh in between pecks, “Jungkookie, I think your girl needs something, what would you suggest?”

“Maybe we should taste her a bit, hyung,” Jungkook admitted to him, making your legs shake as Taehyung then looked over you and licked his lips. Your breaths came out shakily as both the men shifted from their spots so Jungkook was behind you and Taehyung was in front of you still. Taehyung put his hand on your shoulder and guided you backward so you landed against Jungkook’s chest to which he held you closely. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides as Taehyung leaned down onto his elbows to level himself with your clothed core. Taehyung’s hands roamed up your thighs, rubbing the insides of them gently as Jungkook pressed light kisses to your neck and held your waist in his hands. Taehyung hooked his fingers around the hem of your sweatpants and started tugging them off causing you to whimper in anticipation and all he did was smirk up at you with hooded lids.

“Relax noona,” Jungkook cooed in your ear. “Tae is gonna take great care of you.” His hands slipped under your shirt to tug it off, leaving your top half completely bare for the both of them. Taehyung watched you as he sucked small marks onto your inner thigh as he made his way upward, closer and closer to your core.

“Tae,” you moaned, barely able to take the teasing anymore. “Please, please. God I need something,” you pleaded with him and it seemed to be good enough for him as he dragged your panties down your legs then hooked his arms around your thighs and pressed his tongue flatly to your slit. Your head fell back against Jungkook’s shoulder as Taehyung flicked his tongue across you again while Jungkook kneaded your soft breasts in his hands.

“Fuck—Y/N,” Jungkook moaned against your skin as he pressed hot kisses to your shoulder and collar bone while Taehyung started sucking on your clit. You let out a strangled moan at the feeling of both their hands and mouths on you, feeling all will to control yourself leave your body. Your fingers laced into Taehyung’s hair, pulling at the roots desperately and he hummed into your core as he was satisfied with your actions then he continued drawing shapes into you with his tongue.

Taehyung moved one of his hands over to your core, pressing two fingers into you slowly, making you gasp and lean your head up off of Jungkook to look down at him. Taehyung flicked his eyes up to yours as he continued sucking harshly on you then pumping his fingers tauntingly slow. Jungkook began rolling your nipples between his thumb and fore finger gently as he began nipping at your back and shoulder. Your other arm reached up and around to tangle your fingers into Jungkook’s hair, holding on for dear life as Taehyung sped up his ministrations on your core. You felt your stomach clenching as you were getting dangerously close to your orgasm.

“Tae—ah, fuck. Please don’t stop, please,” you begged him as you felt him slip a third finger into the mix, making your eyes flutter shut and start bucking your hips up to grind against his tongue. Jungkook used one of his hands to turn your head so you were face to face with him. He pressed his lips tenderly to yours and lingered for a few seconds before pulling away.

“It’s okay. Come for us, Y/N,” he rubbed his thumb over your jawline as you panted and squeezed your eyes shut at the pressure that was ready to snap in your lower abdomen. Taehyung gently nipped at your bud before sucking again while running his tongue over it, thrusting his fingers relentlessly as he felt you tightening over him with each passing second.

“Oh god! I’m— oh fuck , Jungkook!” your voice nearly gave out as you came on Taehyung’s tongue, stars flashing behind your eyelids as the high filled up your entire body. Your hips bucked shamelessly onto his face as he slowed his movements to help you ride out your high and Jungkook’s kisses to your cheek and down your neck burned into your flesh, spreading heat across your skin with each one. Your hands released the boys and Taehyung backed himself up before sitting up, your arousal dripping down his chin and to his neck which made your mouth start to water at the erotic sight.

“Sorry Jungkookie,” he said apologetically. “I was going to let you have a turn, but damn, she just tasted so, so good. But here, have a taste if you want.” Taehyung lifted his fingers right past your face and to Jungkook’s mouth, where Jungkook took his fingers right in and sucked them as he hummed in satisfaction, making your jaw drop.

Taehyung pulled his fingers from Jungkook’s mouth and they both chuckled at your expression. “Hey, Jungkook?” Taehyung smiled at the boy and Jungkook hummed in response. “You think we can make her even more soaked than she already is?” Jungkook smirked at him and nodded. “Come here then.”

Jungkook did as he said, shifting you off his lap then pressing a kiss to your temple before sitting on his knees in front of Taehyung. He leaned more forward as Taehyung whispered something in his ear to which Jungkook leaned back and gave him a look of confusion. “Trust me, Jungkook. It’s not that bad, and she will love it.” Jungkook looked at you all curled up in your corner of the bed and remembered that this was all about you. Plus he loved the way this teasing was affecting you. Jungkook winked at you then turned to Taehyung who was leaning against the wall.

Jungkook straddled Taehyung’s thighs then started pressing his lips against Taehyung’s throat and slowly moving down his chest as his hands held the elder’s hips. You stuck your palm into your mouth to keep your noises at bay from the scene that was unfolding in front of your eyes. Was he going to..? What was he going to do? You flicked your eyes from Jungkook to Taehyung where you met his eyes and his smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and he loved it, but so did you if you were being completely honest with yourself. You had never experienced anything so hot in your life and it was only about to get that much hotter.

Jungkook leaned down on the bed, kissing at Taehyung’s hips as he pulled feebly at the fabric of his basketball shorts. Taehyung lifted his hips, helping Jungkook and pulling them off along with his boxers, allowing his erection to be fully exposed and Jungkook stared right at it in shock of how large it was. All you could do was stare, also in shock at what you thought was about to happen. You saw Jungkook swallow hard before grabbing Taehyung in his hand and start pumping him slowly, making Taehyung suck in a deep breath through his teeth. Your legs started to quiver as you watched Jungkook’s hand move up and down Taehyung’s shaft, squeezing it so Taehyung’s breaths would become more ragged.

Jungkook looked over and saw you staring intently as you bit down so hard on your hand that it was almost breaking the skin. His hand slowed, then he lowered his mouth toward Taehyung’s throbbing member before flicking his tongue against the slit of it then encasing the entire head of it between his lips. You couldn’t help the groan that left your lips as you watched him sink down onto Taehyung, taking him farther into his mouth. Taehyung growled at the feeling, his fingers digging into the sheets next to him as Jungkook took him deeper into his throat.

“Jesus fuck, Jungkook,” Taehyung moaned as his head fell back against the wall behind him.

You leaned forward slightly, wanting to reach out and touch them to make sure this wasn’t just happening in your head, but after everything else that had happened, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were actually passed out drunk in Jungkook’s bed and dreaming the entire thing then when you woke up you would be so horny and have to explain to Jungkook why of course; he would never let you live it down.

You were brought back to reality at the sound of Jungkook coughing lightly as he attempted to sink deeper onto Taehyung and you couldn’t do it anymore.

“S—stop, oh my god please stop. I can’t take it anymore,” you scooted toward them, Jungkook looking at you with swollen, saliva and precum coated lips and Taehyung with his chest heaving. The scene just made a shudder run through your body and you shifted closer to them. Your hands threaded up into Jungkook’s hair before pulling him down to kiss you, your tongue automatically wrapping around his and his hands pulled you into his lap. You could taste Taehyung on his tongue, making you moan into the kiss as your grip tightened and you pressed your core into him.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your lips as his fingers dug into the underside of your thighs. Realization hit you that he hadn’t even been touched yet so one of your hands left his hair to trail down his body until it slipped right past his sweats to grab his rock-hard length in your hand to which he gasped and pressed his forehead to yours.

“God, you have been such a good boy Jungkook,” you whispered as you pumped up and down slowly, squeezing him just how he liked it and all he could do was whimper in response. His pants started to fill the air, as you sped up your hand. “You want me to ride you right here in front of Taehyung, baby? Make him watch you fuck me while all he can do is ride his hand?”

“N—no, noona,” he moaned as his hips tried to buck up toward your hand. “I—fuck… I want you to get hyung off before me.” You were a little shocked at his words and Taehyung looked a little baffled as well. You slowed your hand on him to a stop and made him look at you, the poor thing looking so fucked out you weren’t sure how much longer he would last.

“Are you sure Jungkookie?” Taehyung questioned before you could ask the same exact question.

Jungkook leaned closer to you, pecking kisses up your neck before whispering right next to your ear, “Let him fuck you, but make him beg for you to let him come, babe.” He pulled away with a smirk and you kissed his lips one last time before pulling off him and moving over to Taehyung.

Before he could even say anything, you positioned yourself as Jungkook was before you pulled them apart and took Taehyung wholly down your throat, making him moan out a fuck. You dragged your nails down his thighs as you started bobbing your head slowly, feeling him hit the back of your throat as you choked around him and you could feel his legs start to quiver already as his hand raked over your scalp and wanton moans of your name left his lips over and over again.

“Yes—Oh god, yes. Just like that princess,” Taehyung groaned. Your tongue pressed harder to him and you hallowed out your cheeks, sucking him deeper into your throat and moving quicker than before. You lifted off him to swirl your tongue over the swollen head of his cock and digging your tongue into the slit until he was whimpering.

“God, Y/N, I need to come so bad,” Taehyung gasped through his heavy breaths.

“You better ask her nicely, hyung,” Jungkook smiled as he ran a hand over your back when you went back down on Taehyung. “Isn’t that right, noona?” You nodded slightly as you slowly lowered yourself on Taehyung, breathing carefully through your nose then swallowing around him, making his hips buck up to hit the back of your throat, making you gag even more than you just had and tears started to run down your cheeks. Jungkook’s hand still soothed over your back as he cooed at you about how well you were doing. Taehyung gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control his hips because your pace was just too slow for him to reach his high. He was so close, but every time he thought he was almost there, you slowed again.

“Okay, fuck. Okay. Please—I need to come, please,” Taehyung’s words were like music to your ears. Your mouth left him before you climbed on top of his lap and grabbed his length in your hand and positioned it at your entrance. Taehyung growled and rolled himself so your back fell against the bed and he was hovering over you, his arm muscles clenching as he slipped himself into you all in one thrust, making you slide up the bed slightly as you cried out. Taehyung was longer than Jungkook, but not thicker so the stretch wasn’t bad, but where he hit inside you automatically was magical.

“Jesus, you are so wet,” Taehyung waited for as long as he could before he felt himself going crazy at the way you pulsed around him. He started moving at a slow, but rough pace, slamming into you as you held onto his shoulders and whimpered, biting down on your lip. Jungkook sat next to you on the bed, staring down at you as your face contorted in pleasure. Your chest heaved as you felt the buzz inside you start to take over already and one of your hands left Taehyung in favor of grabbing Jungkook’s hand then moving it to your throat. You swallowed hard as soon as you placed it there and looked up at him, telepathically telling him exactly what you wanted.

“Is this roughness getting to you noona?” Jungkook smirked as his hand tightened only slightly, making you gasp. Jungkook leaned over and kissed your forehead as he tightened his grip again a little and moaned lightly in your ear.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Taehyung groaned as his movements sped up. “Choke her really good, Jungkookie,” he encouraged as he felt his high approaching.

Jungkook saw his fingers pressed hard into your skin and he watched as your eyes teared up and your mouth starting to gasp for more air. You felt yourself toppling over the edge at the feeling as more and more air left your lungs. You were losing control of your movements as your hips started bucking up to meet Taehyung’s.

“Come on, Y/N. Tae needs you to come for him,” Jungkook encouraged lowly as he gave one last hard squeeze then you lost it. You let out a strangled moan as you came around Taehyung, your walls clenching him so, so tightly. Jungkook let go of your throat and you gasped, letting the air fill you up.

“Shit!” you cried out as Taehyung continued thrusting into you a few more times before he pulled out and pumped himself in his hand until his cum came out in streams all over your stomach and chest. Taehyung laid himself on the other side of you, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Holy fuck… I haven’t came that hard in so long,” Taehyung sighed with his eyes squeezed shut.

Jungkook turned over to lean into you, kissing your temple as he pulled you to his chest then mumbled, “We don’t have to babe, if you’re too exhausted.” His hands pushed your hair back off your face as he pecked at your forehead. You were relishing in the moment as you cupped his face with your hand then sat him up against the wall and kicked your leg over his lap.

“There is no way I’m not fucking you after how good you’ve been, Jungkook,” you said as your hands pushed the hair off his forehead then you pressed your lips to his gently. You began rocking your hips into him as you kissed all over his face, moving down to his jaw. Your hand moved down his body and wrapped around his member, pumping it a few times which caused him to moan a little. You smirked as you started to suck on his neck when you positioned him under you then sank down slowly.

“F—fuck, noona,” he groaned as his head fell back against the wall, leaving you more room to work over his neck and collar bone as you felt the pleasurable stretch.

“That’s right baby. Keep going. Tell me how it feels,” you spoke lowly into his neck as you nibbled at the flesh.

“So wet, and so fucking warm. God, I love stretching you out. You take my cock so perfectly, Y/N.” With that you started rolling your hips as he let out a low moan. His hands held your waist roughly as your nails dug into his shoulders with one hand while the other tugged on his dark hair. Your tongue swiped across the vein in his neck as he tried to start moving with you.

You lifted your hips then dropped them back down quickly as you let out a whine. The sounds of his breaths did nothing to calm you down so you repeated the action, rolling yourself onto him as his pants of desperation sped up. His hands tried to gain more control, slamming you down onto his member each time making you gasp at the pleasure that shot through your body each time. You couldn’t focus on marking his neck and chest anymore so you moved your face up to press your forehead to his.

Taehyung shifted to move closer to the two of you so you looked over at him, but kept up rolls of your hips into Jungkook.

“Sorry, I know I already had my turn, but god this is so sexy,” he groaned as he turned to you, grabbing your chin and pulling you forward as he kissed you, his tongue rough in your mouth within the first second of contact. Your tongues tangled together heatedly until he bit down on your lip and pulled it as he moved away.

Before you even had time to open your eyes back up, he was turning to Jungkook, grabbing his chin with the same roughness and pressing their lips together. You watched as their tongues slid together, Taehyung’s obviously taking over full control as he growled into Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook moaned as your hips lifted once again and dropped back down on him. Fucking yourself onto him was the only type of relief you could find as you watched their tongue intertwining. The whines coming from Jungkook as Taehyung took control of his mouth plus you moving your hips over him had your mind spinning.

Taehyung pulled himself away, leaving only a trail of saliva to connect the two boys. Jungkook opened his eyes slowly, looking completely overwhelmed at the amount of sensuality coming from all three of you. Taehyung sat back in his spot, not only happy at what he had contributed, but also happy at his self satisfaction.

“Babe. I’m close already,” he panted as his nails sunk into your skin, leaving crescent shapes in their wake.

Suddenly he moved you both forward, bringing you back to reality, and leaned down so his back was against the mattress. He pulled you forward with him so you were leaning over him, your elbows right next to his head as your fingers still threaded through his hair and your foreheads pressed together. He thrusted his hips up and let out a strangled moan when he hit deep inside you.  

“Jungkook—ah god!” you cried as he repeated the action and you felt the coil in your stomach ready to let loose with every single thrust he drove into you. Your breathes mingled together at the closeness of your bodies. Jungkook held your face as his grunts became louder with each passing motion.

“I need you to come, god please, noona,” he begged and you thought that you couldn’t. The coil had just held up too long for you to actually be able to experience the ecstasy once again.

You shook your head, “I—I don’t know if I can.”

Jungkook’s hand slid down your body where he pressed his middle finger to your clit and rubbed circles in sync with his thrusts. He pecked your lips then mumbled through his heavy breaths, “I know you can honey.”

He pushed his hips up harder to hit deeper inside you and before you could even moan out his name you felt the ecstasy rush through your blood, through every nerve ending in your body as you came around him. He kept pumping into you as he chased his orgasm and you clenched so tightly around him he could barely breathe.

“Jungkook… come on baby,” you moaned as you pressed your hips down to his to try and urge him on, pulling on his hair and pecking his lips through your pants.

“Ah—god!” his hips sputtered sloppily then he stilled in you, his warmth filling you and he moved again for a few more seconds until he couldn’t ride it out any longer. Your limbs gave out and you landed on top of him, pecking his lips over and over as your fingers ran through his hair.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips through your kisses and all you could do was smile.

Taehyung moved off the bed and found his shorts before sliding them back on.

You sat up a little, watching him then spoke in a low voice, “Tae, you can stay, if you want…”

To that he chuckled and walked into the bathroom, then came back a few moments later with a warm cloth then sat on the edge of the bed. You moved off of Jungkook and leaned toward Taehyung, grabbing the cloth and wiping yourself and Jungkook down before grabbing a shirt and slipping it over you and throwing some clean boxers at Jungkook.

You laid down next to Jungkook and Taehyung laid on the other side of you. You smiled at him, then turned to lay on Jungkook’s chest, snuggling in your overwhelmed body for a good rest.

“Well, we should do this again sometime,” Taehyung chuckled to which you turned to him and glared.

“Not likely,” Jungkook mused. “Unless of course, we get this messed up again…”

You turned back to Jungkook and all he did was raise his eyebrow and wink at you before pulling you into his chest as all three of you dozed off.

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Into the Strange - A Flash fiction collection, from drama to horror to sci-fi… A collection of 20 flash fiction stories, ranging from science fiction and horror, to drama and humor.   BuzzNet Tags: drama,life,death,family,violence,space,monster,killing,

Flash fiction collection, from drama to horror to sci-fi…   A collection of 20 flash fiction stories, ranging from science fiction and horror, to drama and humor.   Tags:   BuzzNet Tags: drama,life,death,family,violence,space,monster,killing,flash fiction,space battle,twist ending,short story,scary stories       1st Pages Sep. 03, 2013 Series CA-16 BCRS ratings? Learn more           A Collection of Flash Fiction   This work is published under a Creative Commons license (Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0). To view this license: storywryter@hotmail.com http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/m_ramon     I see them every day now. I think of them as the Smile Zombies. They seem to enjoy each other’s company more than the company of us unenlightened folks. I guess they don’t want anyone around harshing their buzz. No wet blankets allowed, thank you. It gets to the point where you can’t stand to see their stupid smiling faces. If what they’ve got is happiness, I want no part of it. Me and my misery are doing just fine. It’s hard to believe that that damn gadget only hit the market six months ago. They said it was guaranteed to make all of your worries disappear. In the weeks leading up to the public release of the Smile-A-Tron the press couldn’t stop talking about it. The fawned over the new wonder gadget. They marveled at its slim, sleek design. It looked kind of like the old smartphones they used to have back in the Stone Age. They called it a “retro look”. It’s enough to grate on your nerves. It’s enough to make a fella want to climb a clock tower and start picking off every smiling person they see. I would do it myself if I weren’t such a coward. It started with a light in the sky that lit up the night. It seemed like the whole neighborhood was outside within minutes, all looking up at the bright nighttime sky in wonder. We didn’t know. I don’t know why I’m writing this. Who will ever read it?    

 THROUGH THE VOID

So the joint team from Riyadh and Abu Dhabi went out into the waste land to dig. They had hoped to found a great underground city, but they found instead a large network of underground caves and tunnels. There were a few artifacts to be sure, but mostly there were just barren rock walls and dark passageways leading to nowhere. The excitement that had been stirred up by the apparent discovery of an ancient lost city waned, and curiosity turned to indifference. Were it not for the persistence of one eager young student from the Royal University the scrolls would perhaps have not been found at all, and what followed after may have been avoided. The portal was built on the grounds of the University of Kapfenberg, in Austria. It was delicate work, and it took three years to complete. Perhaps the strangest piece of all was the peculiar “battery” used to turn the portal on. It was of a design never seen before, and all that it needed to work was an electric current. How the long-dead people who had left the scrolls had managed to harness electricity is unknown; the scrolls did not contain any information other than the instructions and warnings. And then It came. When It emerged from the light there were a few shocked screams from those in attendance in Kapfenberg, and perhaps from some people watching on their televisions as well. People saw It and knew all at once that everything had changed, and all that we thought we knew of our universe was a lie. It let out a penetrating, ululating sound then; to call it a roar would not be quite accurate, but it is closest to the truth. At the sound of this cry those most esteemed attendees in Kapfenberg broke as one into a scream, an utter denial of the sight and sound of this horrible thing that could not be, and should not be, but was. And then It fed. When Mr. Porter’s wife left him for her old college flame and left town, people said they saw it coming. The whole neighborhood had heard the late-night shouting matches that had been an ongoing source of gossip for the two years previous, and had seen the former Mrs. Porter’s clothes strewn over the yard on the day that Mr. Porter found out the truth about his wife and her “old friend”. When Charlie and Stephanie--the Porter children--withdrew from their friends and from school activities, people said that it was normal for kids whose parents were divorcing to take some time to adjust. Stephanie was in my fifth-grade class. I watched her sometimes in class; she had been a Chatty Cathy before, but she got very quiet after. She looked sad. That was the year I lost my last baby tooth. When Stephanie got busted in a prostitution sting people said it wasn’t a big surprise. Weren’t there all those rumors about what she had done in high school, about that fabled party? Any girl who would do those things clearly had no self-esteem, they said. Look how her brother turned out. He was in prison on an arson charge after he burned down the Burger Shanty after he got fired for missing work. Luckily no one was hurt, but it was still awful. I leaned all of this from phone conversations with people back home. That was the year I started my senior year at Northwestern, and the year I fell in love with the girl I would marry three years later. saw her, and I recognized her for who she was. She was smoking a cigarette and staring off to her left. Then the light turned green and the driver in the car behind me was honking. Stephanie took no notice of the commotion. I took my foot off of the brake and drove on, leaving the ghost from the past behind. This is the year my second daughter will be born; she’s due in December. We’re hoping for a Christmas baby.    

 LUNCH

You’re a stupid face,” Jill retorted. No way,” they said in unison; it was unintentional, and the children looked at each other for a second before breaking into laughter. “It’s a surprise.” “Thanks, babe. Shee ya aroun', shweetheart.” It was very good, Hank.” “Have a good day, ya rugrats,” Hank said as he headed for the door. “We’re just joking around, Mom.” “Jill, where are you going?” June asked. “You two are going to be late for your bus.” I was saying goodbye to Frank. I told him I would come down and see him again after I get back from school.” “Hurry now, both of you, before you miss the bus. Don’t forget your lunch.” Bye mom,” Billy echoed. “Frank was awake. When she walked into his basement room he lifted up his head and looked at her. He tried to lift himself up on his elbows, but the straps held him down. Sometimes he forgot they were there. “Please…,” he managed. “I know she’s very headstrong, and she’s going to come down here no matter how many times I tell her not to, but you’re the adult; you should have enough sense to send her away.” “A tear spilled from one eye, tracing a path down the man’s cheek. “She looked him over. He was lying on a metal table in the center of the room. The table had gutter-like grooves around the edges, and stood at a slight angle, the combined effect of which was that blood would be directed to the bottom edge of the table, where a hose then directed it into a drain. Both of the man’s legs were gone; the stumps had been cauterized. A bloody red bandage on his flank covered the spot where today’s lunch had been carved. “She struck him on one cauterized stump. He screamed in pain, the sound coming out deep and raw from his parched throat. “REPORT #34895-22 xxx9987xxx   Despite all of this we feel that colonization of this planet (listed in the Codex of Unknown Planets as X-11283) would be a poor venture indeed. Our careful observation has revealed the existence of a master species like no other that we have seen. This master species has apparently enslaved what would otherwise appear to be a dominant species. This latter species will heretofore be addressed as the “servant species”. They’re everywhere. I’ve been fighting them for so long, and I’m tired. I don’t know how much longer I can fight the good fight, especially when everyone else just thinks I’m crazy. I tried telling them, but they all laughed. Well, they laughed at first, and then they grew “concerned”. That was when they sent people to talk to me, people who called themselves doctors. Who knows what they really are? I think they’re full of shit. They eventually brought me here to the “hospital”, although it doesn’t look like any hospital I’ve ever been in. The doctor just passed by my room. The blind fool. Why do I put myself in danger for people like him? I should just take the “bed sheet exit”. But I can’t; I have too much pride. So I’ll keep up the battle until one of us gives up, me or them. But there are just so many of them. It’s not a fair fight at all. There they are now, floating in the light streaming in through the window. I can imagine them laughing at me, taunting me, “Go ahead, asshole, kill us. There are plenty more where we came from.” I’m gonna kill them, and then I’ll kill their replacements. I guess it’s sort of my job to save the world. Yeah, it’s an important job, but sometimes I just get so tired.    

 DOLL

The bus leaves in ten minutes. I look around; she’s not here. It’s a nice day, bright and sunny with a light breeze. Out of cigarettes, out of time. Well, almost out of time; the bus leaves in nine minutes. A woman on crutches is boarding the bus, working her way slowly up the steps. I think about helping her up, but instead I search my pockets for a cigarette and find that--wonder of wonders--one hasn’t magically appeared where there was none before. The exhaust from the bus is giving me a headache. Seven minutes and she’s still not here. She promised. We leave town heading west. There’s some nice open country around here. I guess I never took much notice of it. The woman with the crutches is in the seat ahead of me. I feel guilty for not helping her on the bus. The guy in the seat next to me is reading a book; I can’t see the title. I really wish I had called Tommy.    

 UNTITLED

He stood up. He looked at all the tables. Half-eaten meals, half-finished cups of Coke, Dr. Pepper and diet root beer. Several of the big windows were gone, shattered into a thousand twinkling jewels by gunfire. There was a crowd gathering outside, concerned citizens rubbernecking, a news crew broadcasting live, another news crew just setting up. They were vampires, all of them; they fed on misery. Vance nodded in agreement. Yes, it was a mess. It was human wreckage. It was wasted promise, and pain without reason. What strange god could watch over this? What higher power could allow it? “The red and blue lights of cop cars flashed outside, turning the interior of the restaurant into a garish light show. Vance looked around again, taking it all in. He saw the sheets that covered the bodies. Shapes on the floor. His eyes stopped when they came to the smallest shape. He stepped over to this shape, bent down and laid the teddy bear beside it. “It is a cold November morning, a week before Thanksgiving. Fred wakes and goes downstairs to make a pot of coffee while his wife is still asleep. Eventually she comes down and they drink their coffee while seated at the kitchen table, talking about small things like the bake sale at the Church last Sunday, and the weather for next week. When they finish Helen takes the cups to the sink to wash them and Fred heads for the front door to get the morning paper from the stoop. He opens the door and looks down, but instead of finding a bundled up newspaper he finds a man lying on the stoop. At first he thinks the man is asleep, but then the man opens his eyes. It’s been a long time,” Fred speaks. “The man just smiles. “The two men go into the house then and the door closes, and after seeing this little bit we pass out of their lives forever.    

 A GOOD WORKER

Like I said, my job is boring. It’s more boring than what the ganics do, I can tell you that. I just enter data into a computer all day, every day. I work even after everyone else has gone home. I work on weekends and holidays. But do I complain? No. I just do my job. So what’s so funny about replacing my bottle of joint lubricant with a bottle of window cleaner? Ganics--I just don’t understand them.    

 LETTERS FOR THE DEAD

Some of these letters are bills, some are letters telling them that they have been pre-approved for a credit card. Some are letters from distant friends or relatives who haven’t gotten the news, some are from their auto insurer telling them that they can get even more coverage for just a few dollars more. Whatever they are, and regardless of who sent them, these letters will never be read by the person they were sent to. There will be no reply. There will be nothing. Every day these letters for the dead make their way across the country. I found one in the mail today.    

 ALWAYS A MESS

Something hit him in the chest; it felt like someone had slugged him in the chest with a baseball bat. He went down on his behind, and from this lower position he could see through the brand new hole that had been blown in the closet door. The door swung open and a man stood before him in silhouette. Sam tried to raise the revolver up, but it was so heavy and he felt so tired. The silhouette lashed out, knocking the gun from his hand. The silhouette reached up, pulling the cord hanging from the closet light, and the bulb flared to life. Sam looked up into the man’s face. Sam’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “The man placed his own pistol against Sam’s forehead and pulled the trigger. Then he cleaned up the mess. There was always a mess.    

 RIMFIRE

The strikers paid attention to nothing that didn’t stand directly in their path, even passing many opportunities to turn and engage our own fighters as they began picking off the intruders. The M-class fighters seemed to be doing nothing all, content to fly on while letting the strikers take fire for them. They closed in on the giant ship and we all waited for the beast to strike out and rain hellfire down on the interlopers. What happened instead was the M-class fighters fired off torpedoes that trailed strange purplish lights behind them. Blue steaks of electricity dance along these purple tails like some kind of fantastic and mysterious light show. The torpedoes themselves moved with an eerie sluggishness, unlike any torpedo I had ever seen. The FS Pulsar, a Proctor-class cruiser, was named our new flagship, and we left behind the burning, wasted hulk of the Rimfire. As we moved on, headed for Starbase Alpha, each one of us had to come to terms with the fact that with the destruction of the Rimfire, and the confirmation of the existence of a weapon we had thought a mere fantasy, the balance of power had shifted drastically, perhaps irrevocably. For now, however, the war goes on.    

 DEATH’S DAY OFF

Yesterday I was trying to relax with a book, and some old broad decides to go for a drive even though she’s as blind as a bat, and there goes my afternoon. On top of that a guy with a bum ticker decided to go for a run when it was almost a hundred degrees outside. What do I have to look forward to? Well, some asshole in Africa is planning a raid on a neighboring village, and that’s gonna keep me busy for a while. I’m sick of it. Can’t you people just act like adults for a little while. You know, give me break? No, you don’t care. You can all go to Hell. Speaking of Hell, it’s not that bad, you know; it just gets a bad rap. You ever spend some time in Phoenix in the summer? It’s about the same, only there’s a better music scene. He cut across the empty parking lot of the old Pearl’s Grocery, but stopped in his tracks as something caught his eye. At the edge of the parking lot closest to the street there was a lighted phone booth. Ricky thought it strange; he remembered a phone booth being there back when he was a kid, but it had been taken down after the ubiquity of cellphones had made it obsolete. Why would they put a new one up? Hello?” he said tentatively. Again there was no reply. He was about to hang the phone up when a voice finally responded: “Cat got your tongue?” the Voice spoke. “Ricky waited to see if the caller would elaborate, but they didn’t. “Ricky hung up the phone, picked his jacket up from the floor and put it on. It was still quite wet, and rainwater dripped off of it to the floor. He decided that he had heard more of that voice than he cared to, and he was going home. He tried to fold the door open, but it was stuck. He leaned into it; still, it didn’t budge. The phone rang behind him. He turned around and stared at it. It rang again. He picked it up and put it to his ear. “You want to get out? Simple. But first you have to make a choice.” You or your brother; who will it be?” “Go fuck yourself.” First you must make your choice.” “What are you going to do, then?” “Hey! Help me! I’m stuck in here!” He picked up the phone again. The voice buzzed at him again, and he thought he heard a certain merriment in it. “You’re a naughty boy, Ricky. A very naughty boy. It’s been fun, but I am tired of playing with you. Choose now, or I will take both of you.” “Tick-tock, Ricky. Make a choice. You or your brother.” “Take my brother,” Ricky said. The voice was gone. He hung up the phone and turned to the door. This time when he tried it it opened easily. He stepped out into the rain, not bothering to pull his jacket up over his head. He walked away from the phone booth, sparing one last look back at it. When he looked at it the light was off, and the booth stood dark and empty in the rain. But then he heard it. He did not hear his brother’s voice, or the sound of someone breathing on the line. He heard the sound of a thousand flies. No words this time; just random buzzing. He hung up the phone, knowing that it was too late. He stayed in bed. He stayed in bed when Elise called him again an hour later, leaving another message on the machine. He stayed in bed when his mother called a half hour after that, leaving a message that she was worried about Bobby, and could Ricky please call her. He stayed in bed. When he finally fell asleep he dreamt that he was in a dark room, and the only sound was the buzzing of flies.    

 ACROSS THE GREAT BLUE SEA

Now his latest obsession. He has become convinced that if someone were to sail east on the sea, and just keep on going, that eventually they would reach the Island again from the west. He says that he saw it in a dream. I reminded him that he had seen the flying wings in a dream as well, but he says that this is different. This time he’s sure the dream was true. Where’s Mark-John?” I asked. “He’s too scared to come with us. He thinks we’ll run into a sea monster and get killed.” We had already stocked the boat with our supplies--dried meat, fresh water from the Holy Spring, some of old Sara-Jane’s blue salve in case we got any cuts or scrapes along the way. We put our shoulders against the boat and pushed hard. Slowly the end of the boat moved across the sand and into the water. Then we both jumped up into the boat. Jack -Jack grabbed the oars and started paddling us out farther from the shore. I smiled for his sake, although I was still scared. I kept looking back at the land we were leaving behind. The Island got smaller each time I looked. Eventually I couldn’t see it at all.    

 THE BAD THING AT THE END OF THE ROAD

It was Grandpa who warned me not to go near Chester Road any time after dark. He said that it was fine to play there in the daytime, but not when it was dark out. At first he wouldn’t give me a reason; he just said that he’d better not catch me or he would tan my hide. I obeyed and stayed away from Chester Road after dark, but I kept pressing him for a reason. Finally, after about a million years, he told me the story of the time he measured the road with a yard stick soon after it was abandoned and left unfinished. He had told me the story before, but there was one part that he had always left out. And I saw. I ran all the way home, jumped into bed and hid under the covers. It was terrible; take my word for it. I thought about telling Grandpa that I had seen it, too, but I knew he would get mad at me, and maybe even make good on his threat to whup me good. You know how these old geezers are; they grew up with whuppings, and they don’t see anything wrong with it. So I kept quiet about it. I didn’t even tell my friends. knewSometimes I think Grandpa might suspect something. I see him giving me weird looks sometimes. I think I’d better lay off for a while. No more taking anybody to Chester Road until the heat dies down. I don’t think Grandpa will say anything to anybody. And if he does? I guess I’ll have to try and find a way to get him out to Chester Road.   Click to Post