#rip and flights are almost $300 again

[larentslovechaos]

i fear i might not be able to sell my louis tickets for new york either ugh omg

[captain-mj]

If youre ever in the mood for it do you think you'd write a follow up (or follow up in spirit) to this primal GhostSoap? I reread it and crave more!! (Since youre on a selkie/changeling/etc spree maybe some monsterfucking too~)

I am so sorry for how long it took me to respond to this! Also, werewolf Ghost anyone?

Soap was running for his goddamn life. He had caught Ghost with his mask off. And the man had wolf ears and giant teeth and Soap had a feeling he may or may not die.

More precisely, he had his mask shredded. A man lay on the ground, knife in hand and blood all over his body. Bite marks. Blood dripping down Ghost's uncovered face. His blond hair stuck

Soap jumped over a log and ducked behind a tree, panting softly. What the hell. What the fuck.

He looked back, not able to see anything. Who could he tell about this? No one would ever believe him. Ghost had looked at him with such malice when he had caught him. Jesus they were in the middle of the fucking woods. This was supposed to be an easy mission! They had already completed the mission and just needed to get far away so they could schedule an evac.

A growl came from far too close and Soap felt his heart speed up. He froze. Fight or flight had failed. He didn't think he could run. He definitely didn't think he could fight him. Ghost seemed unnatural.

And as he stepped in front of Soap's view, that only became even more apparent. He looked wrong. Bigger. Ears poked out from shaggy blond hair and giant teeth with blood over his mouth. It took him a minute to realize Ghost was smiling. That's why he could see them.

"Johnny." His voice sounded normal. "You alright?" He was mocking him. Soap could see the smile starting.

"Your... mask..." Soap said slowly.

"I had to take it off for a minute." Ghost moved closer and put his hand next to Soap's head, caging him in. Soap's heart started to beat faster. "I was right, wasn't I?"

Soap blinked. "What?"

"Opposite of ugly, right?"

Soap stared at him. I mean... he wasn't wrong. The ears threw him off, but when he closed his mouth and hid all of those teeth, he did look gorgeous. He flushed and swallowed.

"Johnny Soap MacTavish. Are you getting shy on me?" Ghost leaned in, his ears angling back like he was angry. He pressed his face into Soap's neck, taking a deep breath. "You smell wonderful. Always so tempting."

Soap could barely breath. He wished he could say it was from fear or being creeped out, but it was just the proximity to Ghost. The man couldn't be this big normally. His gear strained around his muscles and looked close to snapping.

"Johnny. I need you to speak to me, you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"You can get up. You can leave. Won't go after ya. We never talk about this again."

Soap stared at the sky above them for a few minutes before realizing he was being prompted. "Or?"

"Or I do some terrible things to you right here." Ghost purred.

Soap wanted this. Of course he did. He was being offered everything he wanted from Ghost on a silver platter. Just... with bigger teeth.

Taking a deep breath, for his nerves, he reached up and pet one of the ears. Both the fur and his hair felt extremely soft, almost like fleece. Ghost growled at him, baring his teeth.

"I'm not going anywhere, Lt." Soap said softly and Ghost's hands were on him, picking him up easily. With his gear, he had to be close to 300 pounds and Ghost handled him like he was nothing. He started stripping him of the gear, kissing at his neck and smearing the blood that had been on his face. Soap buried his hands in his hair and felt him bite hard, almost breaking the skin.

"You can't turn me can you?"

"Not like this, no. Don't worry, won't throw that at you." His gear hit the ground with a thump and next Ghost unzipped his pants, trying to get them off of Soap. Ghost ripped his shirt like tissue paper and attacked his chest, licking and biting at his pecs desperately. His tongue darted out to lick over his skin.

Soap was down to his fucking boxers and Ghost hadn't taken anything off yet. "Come on, Lt. At least take the gloves off."

Ghost did. Soap got why he hadn't taken them off. He had claws. They trailed his skin slightly, causing a shiver to run up Soap's spine. The skin to skin contact drove Soap's crazy but he needed more.

"Please."

Ghost's pupil dilated and he started ripping his own gear off. He balanced Soap against the tree so he didn't have to let him down.

"Do you have anything we can use?" Ghost growled at him.

"I keep oil on me. We can use that."

"Why the fuck do you keep oil on you?"

"For my hair." Soap hissed. "It's in my gear, back pocket." Ghost grabbed it and gave it to Soap to hold. He finally pulled off his top gear so Soap could see his chest. The tattoos on his arm reached over his shoulder and he had a snake wrapped around where his heart would be.

Soap put his hand on it and hesitated. "Uh.... Your claws... Might cut me." He blushed hard, shivering.

Ghost's response was to break the claws on his middle and pointer finger with his teeth so they were sharp and grabbing the oil. He coated his fingers in a liberal amount and shoved his finger into him.

"Tight. Don't do this often?"

Soap flushed and shivered. "Been in a bit of a dry spell." Ghost was rough on him, working him open rather harshly. He looked hungry. Staring at Soap's body like he was a fucking meal.

This was affecting Soap a lot more than he was expecting. He was painfully hard and Ghost was not making this easy on him. He was so big and strong and deadly fucking attractive. Soap kissed him, cutting himself on his teeth. Ghost lapped at the blood immediately.

The world became hazy and Soap only really focused again when Ghost pulled away to shift their positions. Their foreheads stayed together, their breath shared. Then Ghost was pushing in to him and Soap wailed like a wounded animal. It felt amazing but brutal.

Ghost pulled out slowly and thrust back into him, hitting where he was sensitive. Soap groaned and his back arched. "There's your bitch button." Bastard kept hitting it and Soap could only see stars.

"Si- ah- Simon."

Ghost's hips stuttered at his name and then he dug his claws deep into his hips. He pounded into him and Soap couldn't make himself shut up. He keened and scratched at his shoulders, desperate. It was too much, he couldn't string his thoughts together.

"Ple-pl... fucking hell." He buried his face in Ghost's neck, holding on to him tight. Soap bit into him hard to muffle himself as he came, legs trembling in Ghost's hands.

Ghost didn't stop. Soap's body was a toy for him and Soap couldn't even complain. He whimpered and grabbed Ghost's hair, tugging.

Ghost growled into his ear before licking up his throat to his ear. Soap tried not to cry but it was so much and he felt like he was breaking in Ghost's hands. Tears streamed down his face as Ghost just. Didn't. Stop.

"I can't... I cannae..." He felt Ghost bury himself before coming in him, panting softly. Soap trembled and felt Ghost's hand get closer to his cock.

"You're hard again."

"You can take care of it back at base. You might have to carry me."

"I am not doing that."

"You fucked me so hard I don't think I can walk. You're carrying me."

"...Fine."

[lindsaystravelblogs3]

Greenland. (Months later - 6 January 2024!)

It is several months since I wrote anything for this blog.  We have been home for three months and it has been a frantically busy time – so much so that a lot of the detail of the end of our trip (the Northwest Passage component) has become blurry or worse.  As a result, I will try to summarise the last four weeks of our trip in less detail and only describe a few things I can remember in reasonable detail.

Day 90 was 23 August and we were up well before dawn and in a taxi to the airport, flying first to Frankfurt for a few hours, and then on to Toronto, skipping across numerous time zones and arriving before noon (Toronto time) after some 15 hours getting there.

Day 91 24 August

Heather needed a haircut so she arranged an appointment at another hotel further down the road.  We asked the concierge at our hotel how to get there – could we walk?  No, no, no, nobody walks anywhere in Canada!!! – so he arranged a taxi.  We had no Canadian dollars, and the driver wouldn’t take card, so he calculated how much it would cost in US dollars and extracted an exorbitant sum from us in cash before he would take us anywhere.  Then we were off to the other hotel – maybe 300 metres, maybe less, further down the road!!!  Unbelievable and the cabbie must have been laughing his head off at his huge rip-off.  Heather then had an extremely expensive haircut, but at least it was entertaining with the two brothers who ran the salon exchanging stories and travel tales with us for at least an hour.

We decided to walk back to our hotel – a long trek and something no Canadian would ever do.  What a wonderful decision.  We walked along the verge of the highway and saw lots of wildflowers and a few interesting birds in a copse below us as we crossed an overpass.  A huge Cooper’s Hawk flew down and sat on a pylon right in front of us and just above eye-level, and stayed there so we could have an excellent examination of it – quite beautiful.

We ate a massive lunch at a diner across the road from our hotel – another great experience talking with the wait-staff and watching the world (and a few more of its birds) go by outside.  All up, Heather’s tonsorial excursion occupied close to five delightful hours, studded with entertaining and educational conversation and combined with notable flora and fauna encounters.

Day 92 25 August

We stayed at the airport hotel overnight again, and next morning were whisked off to Kangerlussuaq on a chartered flight where we were Zodiac-ed out to our home for the next couple of weeks – Aurora’s Sylvia Earle, the same ship we enjoyed in the Antarctic last Christmas/New Year.  We had 75 fellow-expeditioners to meet, and staff by the score.  We settled in, enjoyed some welcome drinks, suffered the initial briefing and lifeboat drill, and ate dinner before crashing into bed so we would be ready for the next day’s excitement.

Day 93 26 August

We moved to Sisimiut overnight and were taken on a bus trip around the town during the morning. Sisimiut is Greenland’s second largest town and has been inhabited for at least 4,500 years – one year for nearly every Greenlandic dog camped in the local dog-town.  We had done a similar bus trip when we were in Sisimiut a year or two ago, but it was still interesting, and I added a few more bird species to my list along the way.  The houses are all very brightly painted with the colours historically used to indicate of the nature of the building – red for churches, schools, and related staff houses; yellow for hospitals and health-care workers; blue for fish factories; black for police stations, and so on.

Over lunch, we watched a demonstration by a champion kayaker turning all sorts of underwater somersaults (a very strange national sport) beside the ship and there were more celebrations at the Captain’s Cocktail Party before another sumptuous dinner.

Day 94 27 August

We awoke to find ourselves almost surrounded by huge icebergs as we sailed into Ilulissat where the world’s fastest flowing glacier meets the ocean – more than fifty kilometres from its source at the edge of the world’s second largest icecap.

We were taken on a small boat to explore the edge of the glacier and skirted many of the mammoth icebergs floating in the harbour.  We saw quite a bit of wildlife on the excursion, with seals popping their heads up to examine us and lots of birds to fascinate me.  We were then bussed to the start of the boardwalk that took us down to the edge of the glacier a couple of kilometres ‘upstream’.  There is an Ice Museum there and we spent half an hour in there, but it was crowded and a bit too touristy for us, so we walked a kilometre or two along the boardwalk, exploring the plants and colourful flowers on either side, as well as spying quite a few more species of birds.  Last time we were here, we went to the end of the boardwalk, and I climbed to the very edge of the glacier, but we chose not to tackle the steeper sections this time and simply explored the rocks and natural beauty from where it was a little easier to return to the bus that took us back to the ship for lunch.

The ice in the harbour is treacherous, often blocking ingress and egress as the wind takes the giant icebergs from the glacier into the mouth of the harbour and our captain decided that it was safer to depart before the incoming ice impacted our ability to continue our voyage.

[i-am-just-a-kiddo]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

thank you, @rose-nebulijia 💜 I will also bend the rules because I’ve done a similar thing half a year ago which you can find here. I will skip the works that I mentioned there and do the few that I posted since then and then add my WIPs/unpublished ones and ten of my favourite works in general.

Recently posted: 

Wen Ning had not expected to find foreign footsteps in the snow, leading into his yard. -  walk the horizon, leave the world behind (The Untamed, Wen Ning & Song Lan, Post Canon)

Wang Zhi had never minded being on his own.  - i cut my beak against the stone (The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, Wang Zhi, Character Study)

More than three years had passed since their last meeting. - your eyes held a splinter of the moon (The Untamed, Wei Wuxian & Nie Huaisang, Post Canon)

WIPs/unplublished:

Sometimes he dreamt differently. - the blue hours that we dream (my original WIP, tiny character study of my character Vukan)

“You’re home!” - i was the smoke in your lungs (WIP, Original Sin, Lu Li/Chi Zhen, Case Fic and Post Canon)

That evening, Wen Kexing was almost sober, merely having shared a bottle of wine with Zhou Zishu. - catch me, crush my flight (Word of Honor, one snippet of my WIP Wen Kexing Character Study)

Sometimes Wen Kexing liked to think that she was born from water. - fox and tiger alike (Unpublished, Word of Honor, Wen Kexing & Gu Xiang, Pre-Canon)

I. His hand brushed past the letter, reaching for the next report waiting for him by the Lie Clan. II. Lan Sizhui’s smile was blinding. III. “I don’t know, Jingyi, it has been a long day -” - nightlight (Unpublished, The Untamed, three seperate snippets of Lan Jingyi and junior OT3 study)

10 favourite works:

“It happened again.” - blackened skies  (BTS, Taegi, Silla/Historical AU)

Nie Huaisang couldn’t sleep. -  ink stained nights, fingers, hearts (The Untamed, Nie Huaisang/Mo Xuanyu, set after NMJ’s death and before MXY’s sacrifice, Canon Compliant)

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng’s voice was daggers in his chest, glass splinters under his skin. - skin smeared with blood (The Untamed, Wei Wuxian and Wangxian, Burial Mounds study, Canon Compliant)

The whips were almost welcome. - Cold Moon, Long Nights Moon (The Untamed, Lan Wangji &  Lan Xichen, Canon Compliant, 16 years of grief)

Lan Qiren died with the golden days of late summer. - lucid lovers me and you (The Untamed, Wei Wuxian/ Lan Wangji, Post Canon)

„See you tomorrow? “asked Taehyung. -  asomatoi (BTS, Taegi, Angel/Devil AU,loosely inspired by Good Omens)

The bread was sweet and soft between Yoongi’s lips. - i can’t rip you out (BTS, Taegijoon, Hanahaki Disease AU)

The realms of the sea weren’t entirely unknown to humans. -  just breathe through me  (BTS, Taegi, The Little Mermaid AU)

Sometimes Eva was overwhelmed by how beautiful boys were. - I’m the Child of Sun and the Stars I Love (SKAM, Eva Kviig Mohn Character Study and Eva/Vilde) 

July 1993 swept over the country with a warm summer-breeze, waking tender leaves and golden crops along its way.  - The Passing of Time and all of its Crimes (Harry Potter, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Canon Compliant)

Patterns: 

I seem to love making very short first lines? and they jump into the story right away most of the time. I don’t think about how I write first lines too much because it all kind of happens naturally. most of these listed here are kind of plain, so that is a pattern as well. 

Favourites: 

Sometimes he dreamt differently. 

I like this line because it was a huge step trying to write a character study for my original story? It was the first line I wrote in literal months of being on hiatus again. The sentence is very simple but since dreams play a big role in my story, it has a meaning that I love to explore. I only wrote 300 words but I hope I can expand on this soon. 

Thank you Vish for tagging me, this was lovely eventhough it makes me sad once again that I have nothing new going on in my writing. It makes me feel like an imposter. It was nice though to mention some old works of mine.

I’m tagging the usual suspects: @not-saying-revolution-but, @cortue, @intyalote, @the-cloud-whisperer! I’m curious to see your opening lines ❤

[muselexum]

Meet Karis

BASIC INFO

Name: Feign, Karis Epithet: God Killer Gender: Female Age: 21 (post-timeskip) Orientation: Greysexual Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Affiliations: Kid Pirates Bounty: 300, 000, 000 (murder of a world noble + subsequent crimes) Skills: Combat, flight, interrogation/torture, covert operations Devil fruit: Tori Tori no Mi: Model Griffin

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'2" (158cm) Body Type: Thin-framed Hair Colour: Dark Purple Eye Colour: Black Skin Tone: Pale Notable Features: Due to growing up malnourished, Karis is quite small and almost frail looking. Her right eye is gone and is covered by her hair. There are scars across her body and the Celestial Slave brand on her back. Style: Karis' style follows the grunge/punk theme that the Kid Pirates often wear. She is usually completely clothed, uncomfortable with showing her marred skin.

PERSONALITY

Karis is a woman of few words. Calm, cool, and collected, to others it may seem that she lacks any emotion at all which is not the case. Though her harsh years as a slave have numbed her ability to outwardly express herself, she is very thoughtful and contemplative of what goes on around her.

She has found a sense of comfort in the crew that doesn't judge her past or current actions. They are a brutal bunch that don't spare those that have wronged them, and that's perhaps what she likes most about them. She never wants to be put in chains again and has a visceral reaction whenever the threat of military or government arises. She will take whatever actions necessary to wipe out the threat to her and her crew.

BRIEF HISTORY

Backstory contains potentially triggering topics such as slavery and various forms of abuse. Mentions of an eye g*re incident.

Karis grew up on a poor island that was not under the protection of the World Government. Her and her brother grew up fending for themselves from a young age and could only rely on each other.

After Fisher Tiger freed the slaves of Mariejois, the world nobles were enraged and in need of new working hands. This led to the raiding of impoverished islands, plucking children from these lands that had no one looking out for them. Karis and her brother were some of these children, and she hasn't seen him since they were separated.

From around ten years old onward, Karis became the personal play thing of a noble boy not much older than her. He was sadistic for his age even for a world noble, physically harming her for amusement and treating her worse than a dog.

To enhance his pet, the noble boy forcefed her the Griffin devil fruit. After she was given these powers, she was ordered to stay almost exclusively in her full zoan form which took a great toll on her. He would make her fly him around and "guard" him, but worst of all he made her enact his torture of other slaves for him. Her talons and beak were often stained with blood.

When they were sixteen he tried to escalate the abuse to violate her in the only way he hadn't yet, and when he attempted to do so this was when Karis finally snapped. Enraged that she fought back against him, he gouged her eye in the conflict. Karis shifted into her hybrid form, ripping him to shreds, taking the keys to unlock her collar and shackles before flying away from Mariejois without a plan, but free.

Karis was on the run, flying far away from her former hell. She ended up in the South Blue where she then encountered the rookie group known as the Kid Pirates.

Her abilities were put on display when she teamed up in fighting off an attack from the marines, the crew eventually identifying her as the recent world noble killer on the loose that made headlines a few weeks ago.

Due to her abilities and notoriety, she was offered a position on the fresh but growing pirate crew.

Full character page here

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

BITCH YOU’RE BASICALLY AT 300 FOLLOWERS! SO GIMME PART 2 TO THAT PHILLIP ALTMAN BLURB YOU WROTE FOR ME YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH!💖💖💖💖💖

A/N: BITCH I AM SO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME THIS LONG TO PUT THIS OUT. I HOPE YOUR WHORE ASS LOVES IT @historyandfandoms50

Warnings: obscene amounts of marital bliss and fluff, pussy eating, mentions of a blow job, domestic love, appliance fucking (if that’s even a thing), large amounts of smut, slight degrading language (only once or twice), nipple play, slight pain play

(Present time)

“Holy fuuu-cccc-kkiinggg shittttt, honey!” Crying out on top of the brand new washer and dryer combo you and Phillip just had delivered not even an hour ago. 

“Yeah babe?” he thrust his twitching cock into your squelching pussy, “you like it when I fuck you on our new shit?” 

You let out a sinful moan as the warmth from the heated dry cycle added to your already overstimulated senses, “God yes Phil, honey, I love it when you fuck me on things!” 

(A few hours earlier)

It was a lazy Sunday morning, you both had woken up the average way, Phillip nose deep in your wet pussy, licking kitten stripes to disturb your dreams. It was his favorite meal of the day, as he called it, tasting your wetness built up from the almost eight hours since he’d fucked you the night before. His cock weeping at its head from the no contact for that long as well. He got his fill as you unraveled around him within minutes of his assault on your throbbing hole, looking up at your blissed-out face. His goatee and mustache glazed like a donut, licking your sweet juices from it like a salve. 

After a well-placed blowjob to rid him of his morning wood, you both had fully gotten out of bed and went along with your day. He made a pot of coffee downstairs, while you showered and did your Sunday self-care routine. Slipping on your favorite leggings and t-shirt combo, you gathered all the dirty clothes from the week, placing them in the hamper after they had been sorted. You both were excited to finally have a washer and dryer in your house instead of dragging your clothes to the dry cleaners. The delivery would be here any minute and you wanted your laundry to be ready the second it was hooked up. You made the bed, fluffed the pillows, and headed downstairs with the hampers to drop them off in the mudroom before heading to the kitchen. 

Upon descending the flight, the smell of fresh brewed coffee and omelets filled the air, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Your husband despite all of the behaviors he exhibited outside your shared home, had the best domestic side to him. He cooked, cleaned, and took care of you every second he could do so. He doted on you every chance he got to, bringing home your favorite flowers, bottles of expensive wines, exquisite lingerie, and sweets when he found your favorite vices. You were spoiled rotten by him, and of course, you treated him the same way. The love you both had for each other exceeded any kind of love you had been familiar with in the past. He was by all accounts the perfect match for you and you, to him, were his whole world and nothing more. Friends and family even saw the affections when you were around him, and they made every single point to be supportive and sometimes jealous at the sappy love you two had shared. 

You and he didn’t want to have it any other way though. He was your best friend by all accounts, and you would be satisfied if he was the only person you interacted with for the rest of your life. 

You walked into the kitchen after dropping loads of laundry off by the space for the new appliances and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet. 

“Hey babe,” he turned around, shirtless and in joggers, sipping some coffee himself, and turning an omelet over in a pan on the cooktop. 

You walked over after filling your cup and ran a hand up his enormous back, caressing the moles and freckles spotted all over the expanse of it, “hi honey,” you sang while lifting yourself on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He moved his face upon feeling your soft touch and wrapped his arm around to kiss you properly, only breaking when the eggs started to bubble. 

“Breakfast is ready, and I got a text that the truck will be here any second with the set,” he smiled into your puckered lips again, causing you to moan out in excitement. 

“Can’t wait,” you whispered, moving your hands to wrap around his thick middle, gripping the skin a little tighter than previous. 

“Oh babe,” he cooed, “is my little wife still not over what happened this morning?” he teased putting the spatula down and flipping the stovetop off bringing his large hands to grip your ass cheeks. 

“I just love you, so much honey,” you smiled running your hands up to his chest, leaving light nail marks on his tits. 

“I. Love. You. Too. Babe.” he punctuated on every kiss he left around your lips, cupping your heat in his palm. Just as things were about to get steamy, the doorbell chimed. 

(Just before the MAGIC)

“Thanks, guys!” Phillip waved off the installers while you immediately filled your new machine with the dirty darks you’d been saving. 

Flipping the unit on, you watched the majesty of your very own washer working to clean your garments, almost bawling at the thought of never seeing a coin-op machine again. 

“You like it, babe?” Phillip stood in the doorway of the laundry room, leaning to one side of it, admiring your curves as you bent down to grab the other hamper with the whites in it, easing up and setting it on the bench next to the dryer. 

Turning around glassy-eyed, you jumped into your handsome husband’s arms, “h-holy shit, Y/N!” 

“I love them, honey,” you almost sobbed into his naked neck, as he tightened his grip on your waist, causing your legs to choke his middle. 

“I’m so glad babe,” he pet your damp hair, moving it out of the way so he could pepper your perfect neck with kisses. 

His soft lips sent a shiver down your spine, causing a whimper to spill out of your mouth. He took that as a sign and began sucking perfect welts along the length of it, the colors growing darker and darker the more he trailed downward. 

“God I love it when you whine like that,” he growled into your ear, biting the delicate flesh, causing you to look up from your hiding spot. You enveloped his swollen lips in a searing kiss, his hands gripping your ass once again as your arms fell behind his head, tangling your digits in his hair. 

He moved to set you on top of the new dryer, letting go of your cheeks and moving up to your perky tits hidden behind your t-shirt. You had forgone a bra for the day, so the access was simple. He snuck his large hands around each tit, twisting your nipples in his rough fingers, causing you to cry out again. 

“Fuck, Phil,” you gasped as he pinched your hardening buds, “I need you, honey.” 

“Oh ya?” he smirked, kissing your clothed tits, taking in your scent, “you need me to do what baby?” 

He twisted them again, this time with a little more fervor, “O-oh fuck-k!” you wailed out. 

“Use your words honey, or I’ll leave you alone,” he taunted at your pained face pleading for him. 

“I-I need y-you to fuck m-me,” you said with tears streaming down your face. 

He hushed you, rubbing the wetness away, coming in between your legs to rub his hardened cock on your clothed pussy. 

“Take your pants off love, or I’ll rip them off,” as he turned the dial on the dryer, to a cycle. 

You squirmed your leggings off, baring your nude and throbbing cunt to his eager eyes, “so wet for me, baby,” licking his lips as he turned the machine on. 

The vibrations from the dryer sending shockwaves through your aching clit, you set yourself back on your elbows, exposing more of your mound to your husband’s eyes. He pulled his pants down, palming his angry cock and lining it up with your entrance. 

He grabbed both sides of your hips, sinking his dick into your wetness, the both of you collectively moaning in complete pleasure. He held himself still, admiring your writhing around from his dick pulsing inside you and the vibration from the dryer underneath. You looked utterly delicious, and his hunger to make you come spurred him into a frenzied series of animalistic thrusts. 

(Back to present time)

Balls slapping up against your little asshole, your elbows propped burning from the sensation of rubbing against the top of the dryer, you scooted yourself forward removing your top as he adjusted his angle to fit your needs. Your bouncing tits at his eye level, he took one in his mouth sucking as hard as he could. Your hands weaving into his head in a death grip as he mercilessly fucked you for all he had. 

“G-god baby,” he stammered, “I’m s-so f-fucking c-close.” 

“Fuck-k b-babe,” you moaned out over the many noises, “s-so am I.” 

His hand moved from your tit to your aching clit, rubbing his thumb in tight circles over it. Your pussy tightening around his cock as he sent you into a blissful orgasm. 

“Jesus fuckin’ C-Christ honey,” you cried out, milking your sweet nectar on his pulsing cock. He thrust in and out a few more times, the overstimulation from your hole throbbing around his member sending him into his release too. 

“God, babe,” he growled out coating your insides with his seed, “You are so fuckin’... beautiful,” he whined out on the final release of his remaining spend. 

Just then, the dryer alarm rang, signaling the end of the cycle he’d set. You both looked up connected still and looking utterly fucked, and laughed out loud. 

“Well,” you patted his back, “at least now we know how long we have until the dry cycle is over!” 

He chuckled, helping you down from the machine, and handing you your leggings, “indeed we do honey.” 

He swatted your bare ass bent over looping your feet through the legholes, to which you stood at attention and smacked his bare chest. He put his hands in the air if he hadn’t touched you ever, and you rushed into his body in a bear hug, or a ‘baby bear hug’ as he liked to call it. 

“I love you,” you kissed into his little tuft of hair on his sternum. 

“I love you most,” he snaked his arms around you, kissing your head and rubbing your back. You both left the mudroom, changing the laundry as the day went by. 

Now, the new tradition you had both agreed on was every new big thing bought for the house had to be ‘christened’, making buying things a little more fun in the future. 

You fell asleep that night curled up in Phillip’s embrace, stroking his every feature on his sweet face as he was lulled off by your presence. All you could do was smile and think about which shiny new thing you all were desperate for next. You’d ponder it more when you didn’t feel so tired from gazing at your sleeping husband. The last thing you saw was his precious freckles fade into your memories as you drifted off. 

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PHILLIP FUCKING US ON ANYTHING IS HOT AS FUCK LIKE NO CAP. I REALLY HOPE THIS TICKLED YOUR PICKLE BABE. 

🖤,

ray-nal-beads 

[highkey-lowkey-as-hell]

Watt martian au? Tell me more

!!!!! okay SO

so it was very very important to me that the finale squad be the ares 3 crew because i just needed that to be a thing so

lewis - cairo

martinez - reese

vogel - annleigh

beck - kate

johanssen - eva

watney - mattie

so mattie is, unfortunately, the one who gets stranded on mars

and then for the other four

mitch henderson - riley

venkat kapoor - chess

annie montrose - farrah

mindy park - clark

SO

cairo is the commander of the ares 3 mission, and she's also the geologist

reese pilots the mdv (how they get from the hermes down to mars), the mav (how they get from mars back to the hermes), and i think the hermes (which is the ship that takes them to and from mars, it's really big and expensive so there's only one that's used for the entire ares program)

annleigh is the chemist and astrodynamicist

eva is the computer expert

kate is the flight surgeon and eva specialist (eva stands for extra-vehicular activity, or anything done outside of an earth atmosphere)

mattie is the botanist and engineer

riley is the head of astronaut corps

chess is the manager of the entire ares program

farrah is in charge of nasa's pr

clark works in satellite imaging and he's the one who figures out that mattie is alive

(also they refer to the astronauts with their last names because nasa so technically i should be saying adekoya, roberts, o'daniel, sanchez, dalton, and wheeler, but no♥️)

the mission i think was around 200 days to mars, and then reese piloted the mdv down to the surface, where all their stuff for the mission was there in advance. in the first few days, they set up the hab (base of operations, where they live, etc), the solar panels, and checked out the mav - the ship that was sent in advance and would bring them back to hermes

on sol (mars days are called sols and they're about forty minutes longer than earth days) 6, the mission was hit with a huge sandstorm - the mission was designed to withstand up to 150 km per hour winds, and the storm was 175 km per hour, so yeah, that was very very BAD. the problem wasn't whether the hab would pop - the problem was that the mav couldn't stand up to that much wind for that long. so houston gave the order to abort and they all suited up and went out in the storm to try and get to the mav. halfway there, mattie was struck by debris (the satellite dish) and the antenna went right through her bio-monitor, showing all her vitals as 0. cairo refused to stop looking, but the mav began to tip and she had to get back, and they left for the hermes, believing mattie to be dead.

SURPRISE!! mattie is not, in fact, dead!

the antenna also ripped a hole in her, but the angle at which she landed and also the blood created a weak seal, so her suit was okay. she stayed passed out while the co2 filters were expended, the suit backfilled with nitrogen, and then eventually the oxygen alarm went off because the suit had to backfill with pure oxygen, and the concentration was about 85% which is very bad. she got up, got back to the hab, fixed her wound, and began to figure out what the fuck to do.

the primary comm system was in the satellite dish, which, as mentioned, definitely wasn't functional. the secondary and tertiary comm systems were in the mav, which the rest of the crew took up to the hermes, so clearly those were gone too, so mattie has no way to get in contact with earth or hermes. and in the case of an abort, hermes would only stay in orbit for 24 hours, so by the time mattie could fix the satellite, they'd be long gone.

the surface mission was only for 31 sols, but for redundancy, nasa sent 56 sols worth of food. since they got 6 sols into their mission, mattie has 50 sols of food for 6 people. since she's only one person, she has 300 sols of food, which if she rationed it, would stretch to 400 sols. except she has four years before ares 4 is supposed to launch, and 400 sols of food won't reach there. but!

the surface mission was during thanksgiving, so nasa's psychologists were like "hey, maybe they should cook a meal together for bonding" and so mattie has twelve non freeze dried potatoes. and! she's a BOTANIST! and because of that, she has some stuff for plant experiments - some earth soil! the only problem with mars soil is that it doesn't have the bacteria that is needed for plants, but mattie can mix her soil with mars soil in the hab and have enough to farm a bunch of potatoes. potatoes plus vitamins can help stretch her food supply!

so she grows potatoes. except water is a problem. so she figures she can make water using liquid oxygen, and then gets hydrogen from leftover hydrazine fuel, by running the hydrazine over an iridium catalyst and separating the nitrogen and hydrogen, and then burning the hydrogen and oxygen to make water. except she miscalculated and accidentally filled the hab with hydrogen and made a bomb. so she burned the hydrogen off little by little, forgot to calculate the oxygen she was breathing, blew herself up, and then tried again and eventually fixed her hydrogen problem. so after a lot of effort, she had a way to make water for the potatoes.

the whole time, she's been bored as hell because she left her own entertainment usb stick on the hermes, to focus on the mission, but now she's super bored, so she rifles through the other crewmembers' stuff and finds medical journals in kate's stuff (nerd), nothing in reese's stuff, annleigh's stuff is in german, agatha christie novels in eva's stuff, and disco music and 70s tv in cairo's stuff. so she's losing her mind listening to SO MUCH DISCO.

back on earth, chess is begging the director of nasa, teddy sanders, for some satellite time to take pictures of the ares 3 site, because she figures that since they aborted so early, there's still almost an entire mission up there and she might be able to get funding for an ares 6 mission, she just needs pictures of what the site looks like and the damage from the storm. teddy keeps denying the request because nasa is a public domain organization and has to release all the photos they take within 24 hours, and teddy doesn't want astronaut wheeler's body on the front page of every newspaper in america. eventually, chess convinces him to give her the satellite time, and clark is assigned to take her pictures. when he does, he notices that the solar panels are clean, one of the rovers has been moved, the mdv has been disassembled (mattie needed the hydrazine), and he can't find mattie's body. so he calls chess and they realize shit, mattie is alive. farrah, being the pr manager, is tasked with telling the world that mattie wheeler is alive, which is a disaster, and they work on getting in contact with mattie. riley says "shit, we have to tell the crew" but teddy and chess veto it, because the crew still has ten months of space travel ahead of them, and they need to focus on their mission. riley is pissed, but there's nothing she can do.

in the meantime, mattie figures that in four years, she needs to be at the schiaparelli crater, where ares 4 will land, which is really far away from acidalia planetia, where ares 3 is. so she needs to drive like 3400 kilometers to schiaparelli. as a test, she modifies the rover and spends three weeks driving 1500 kilometers to the site of pathfinder, a 1996 probe that nasa lost contact with in 1997. she gets pathfinder, brings it back to the hab, gets it working, and nasa realizes what she's doing and sets up the old pathfinder computers. mattie hacks the rover, and BAM, she can talk to nasa!

since she has her potatoes, that stretches her food supply a bunch, which gives nasa time to hopefully build a probe to send her supplies to help her last until ares 4 arrives. now that there's a viable rescue plan, riley is cleared to tell the crew.

back on the hermes, eva just got the data dump and she's dispatching personal emails to everyone's laptops when she notices a video file for all of them, and cairo calls the whole crew to come watch. it's riley, saying that mattie is alive and they're going to try to rescue her. mattie stresses that it wasn't the crew's fault every time it comes up. annleigh, reese, kate, and eva are all thrilled that mattie is alive, but cairo is devastated that they left her behind.

mattie has been using airlock 1 every time she leaves the hab, just because that's the one she uses, but the constant use has put a lot of wear and tear on the seams and one day, it's too much and as she's in the airlock, the hab pops, blasting her about 100 meters away, still in the airlock. her faceplate gets cracked, and after 24 hours in the airlock, she manages to fix it, but it's super leaky and it'll only last 4 minutes. so she rolls the airlock back to the hab, goes back in, manages to have just enough time to grab reese's suit's helmet and patch kit, and then escapes to the rover. she gets back in contact with nasa, says she's okay, and fixes the hab, but being exposed to mars's atmosphere killed all her crops, shortening her food supply significantly. so the probe nasa is going to send needs to be a whole lot faster.

nasa builds iris in about 46 days, but they have to cancel inspections to save some time, and the launch fails, and they don't have another booster, so mattie is totally fucked.

nasa's psychologists have mattie write emails to each member of her crew, just in case she doesn't make it, which is becoming more and more likely. the emails (summarized):

to reese: if i die, you need to be the one to talk to my parents. they'll wanna hear about mars. it won't be easy, i know, but i'm asking you to do it, because you're my best friend.

to eva: you're a nerd. seriously, i had to do so much computer stuff to connect pathfinder to the rover and how the hell can you stand it oh my god, you're such a nerd.

to annleigh: chemistry is boring, i hate it. also you are a chemist with a base on mars, you're some sort of mad scientist supervillain.

to kate: okay so i don't have to follow mission rules anymore so: dude... you gotta tell eva how you feel or you'll regret it.

to cairo: it wasn't your fault, okay? you did the right thing, you saved everybody else. don't blame yourself. also why the FUCK do you like disco so goddamn much???????

so it turns out that china actually has a booster that isn't public knowledge, so if nasa could build another probe, china could supply the booster. they agree to it, in exchange that the ares 5 crew will have a chinese astronaut. an astrodynamicist named rich purnell realizes that it would be so much more likely to succeed if they sent the hermes back to mars, so he plots a course that could have china's booster, the taiyang shen, resupply the hermes, and then the hermes would go back to mars, do a flyby, and mattie would meet them in space using the ares 4 mav. the problem is there's only one booster, so they can either build iris 2, which has a high chance of killing one person, or do the rich purnell maneuver, which has a low chance of killing six people. teddy decides to go with iris 2, but riley is furious and disagrees and secretly sends the ares 3 crew the instructions for the rich purnell maneuver.

on the ship, annleigh has a personal email from her family that has a jpeg attachment she can't get open, so she goes and finds eva, who realizes it isn't a jpeg, it's a plain ascii file. annleigh recognizes it as a maneuver for the hermes and explains it to the whole crew. cairo says that if they were to do this, which is something that nasa expressly rejected, it would be mutiny, so it isn't her decision to make. they all have to unanimously agree. obviously, all of them immediately agree to go back and save mattie.

riley gets in trouble with teddy for sending the maneuver, but she has no regrets.

nasa tells mattie the plan for the flyby, and she's cool with it - after all, she already had a plan to drive to schiaparelli eventually.

nasa launches the taiyang shen, and it goes perfectly, resupplying the hermes as expected.

back on mars, mattie is modifying the rovers for the trip to schiaparelli. part of this involves drilling a hole in the roof of rover 1, so that she can fit the life support machines she needs in it during the trip. she accidentally leans the drill against a table, and accidentally sends 9000 milliamps through pathfinder's system, which is designed for 100 milliamps, and totally fries it so she can't talk to nasa anymore, which is bad. she decides to proceed with the plan as intended, and once she gets to the ares 4 mav, she'll be able to talk to nasa again.

back on the hermes, reese complains that the cooling system by her room isn't working, and it's basically trying to cook her every night. mattie's room next to hers has the exact same problem. so she's been sleeping in airlock 2, but that's very dangerous for very obvious reasons. so cairo says "okay, you can sleep in kate's room, and kate can sleep with eva." kate apparently took mattie's email to heart, and they've been trying to be subtle, but it's a pretty small ship and everyone knows they're together. cairo says she doesn't care, since this is already a pretty crazy mission, as long as it doesn't mess with their duties.

back on mars, mattie begins her 100 sol drive to schiaparelli. the problem: there's a dust storm, and her rover is powered by solar panels. it's not as violent as the one that forced them to abort the mission, it's just a huge cloud of dust she can get stuck in. but she manages to figure out how to get around the storm and continues on her merry way to the schiaparelli crater.

when she reaches schiaparelli and begins to descend into the crater, her rover hits a soft spot on the ramp and flips over. she's fine, and it doesn't take too long to fix, so eventually she continues on.

and now she has reached schiaparelli!!!! she gets back in contact with nasa through the mav, and nasa lets the hermes and mav talk directly - not a call, just emails back and forth, but they get to have a conversation and the hermes is so close to earth at this point that they're only a couple light-seconds away, so there's barely any delay.

problem: normally, the hermes would orbit mars for 31 sols and then the mav would bring the crew to low mars orbit and dock with the hermes, but the flyby won't let the hermes go into orbit, so mattie has to basically gut the mav to make it light enough to get up into space entirely. part of that involves removing the entire front of the ship, and the control panels, so mattie won't control the ship - reese will pilot it remotely. everything is good to go, and they're ready for launch.

the day of the rescue comes, and because mars and earth are 12 light-minutes apart, if the ares crew asked a question, it would take 24 minutes to get a response, so they're entirely on their own with no help from nasa. the plan is for reese to fly the ship, eva sysops the ascent, and kate literally has to go out in space, catch the mav, and bring mattie back while annleigh is their backup. reese launches the ship, and mattie had to cover the hole with hab canvas, which rips in the ascent and throws mattie off course. they're 68 kilometers apart, which is way too far. they use the attitude adjusters to get closer to the mav, but then they're going 42 meters per second, which is way too fast. to slow down,,,,, cairo has annleigh build a bomb and they blow a hole in the vehicular airlock, which helps them slow down enough that kate can catch mattie.

kate goes out, gets mattie out of the ship, and annleigh reels them in. cairo reports six crew safely aboard, and there's worldwide celebration.

kate brings mattie back to the medbay and bandages her ribs, and it ends with mattie sitting in the medbay, sore, exhausted, starving, vision blurry from acceleration sickness, and so goddamn happy that she's going to live. she reflects a bit on how many people came together to save her life, and how that's basic human nature, and she's just really glad to be on her way back to earth.

[kimberly-spirits13]

For Wandering Dreamers (Pt. 2)

 Synopsis: After hearing your parents argue about something for what feels like the zillionth time that night, you escape to your books and comics for some escaping of reality. Just as the argument ends with slamming doors, a note and locket landed on your bed. Inscribed on the note was a promise of new adventures and a better life awaiting you.

Notes: Y/F/D= Your Favorite Drink  Y/N= Your Name   Y/N/N= Your Nickname   Y/F/P= Your Favorite Playlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1979

          You woke up to the sound of someone trying to wake you up and small beams of golden sunlight peaking in through the curtains of your bedroom.        

           “Y/N, it’s time to get up.” You rolled over and rubbed your eyes to see Damian stepping back. His emerald green eyes sparkled in the light and you smirked some siting up and taking your hair out of the two braids that it was in, revealing wavy hair

           “What time is it?” You mumbled yawning.

           “it’s 9:15 in the morning. Alfred has breakfast prepared downstairs.” He informed you as you rolled out of bed fixing your shirt.

           “Thank you. I’ll be downstairs shortly.” You said, “Wait, where is the kitchen?”

           “So, you can make your way to the Batcave and the Fortress of Solitude but not the kitchen?” He chuckled, “You surprise me more and more every minute.”

           “Well, I have seen blue prints on Google of the house but it was how someone imagined it so I cannot guarantee that that is actually how to get downstairs.” “And also, you will find that I am in fact very impressive in multiple ways.” You smiled getting out one of the outfits that you packed.

           Running into the bathroom as Damian waited outside on the bed for you, you changed into your favorite colored thinner hoodie, denim jacket, dark grey ripped jeans, black and white Adidas, and you put your hair up. After that you brushed your teeth and then headed out to go downstairs with Damian.

           “Try and take the lead.” He challenged, “Just see if you can make it to the kitchen.”

           “Fine.” You replied walking down the hallway, eventually to a set of stairs.

           “Oh, what floor are we on Damian?” You asked.

           “Just the second.” He answered.

           “Cool.” You walked down the flight of stairs which seemed never ending and then to a double staircase that led to the massive living room and to the side, the kitchen.

           “It wasn’t that hard.” Damian remarked behind you.

           “Mhmm.” You rolled your eyes getting a small laugh from Jason who was leaning on the counter.

           “So, you must be Y/N?” Jay asked.

           “Yep.” You answered, “Oh Jason, just for your information, all of Tumblr wants you to know that you’re awesome.” “It’s a social media platform where I’m from.” You explained, “I don’t know if you guys have it.”

           “Finally, some recognition around here.” He threw his hands up in exasperation, “And what does Tumblr say about the rest of the crew?”

           “It’s pretty unsurprising really.” You answered, “Dick is the mother hen, you’re the awesome one that everyone loves, Tim is the sleep deprived little bean,” you laughed some and continued pulling up a link on your phone, “According to this, Damian is a small deadly cupcake, Cass is an amazing and beautiful person who everyone would seriously die for, Steph is a waffle queen, Babs is just a queen... no a goddess, Bruce is the mom jeans dad, and Alfred is superior to all. Oh, and Kate is a badass, Duke is the sane one, and seriously at the end of this it says that the writer would die for every one of you guys.” “So yeah, you guys are pretty popular.”

           Jason was wheezing laughing at Tim and Damian’s description and Dick was slightly offended before be introduced himself. You guys talked a lot much to what seemed to be the to the jealously of Damian for some reason. You wouldn’t admit it but Damian was your favorite Robin. You had had a crush on him but you know, that didn’t need to come to light.

           You sat down at the table and was talking to Damian again who was seated next to you as everyone sat down. They were asking questions and introducing themselves little by little. It was just as you had imagined it on the nights that you dreamed of leaving home or scrolling through some sort of fan fic. The breakfast was amazing and was enough to make you remember that you actually had a life outside of this. Plus, would Bruce pay for education? You weren’t really expecting that but it was the summer time so you assumed that there was no need to worry about that yet.

A few weeks later...

           You were walking around Gotham with Damian the day after the third gala that you had attended. It wasn’t hard to become fast friends with Cass, Babs, and Steph seeing as how they were literal queens of the entire Batfam and the rest of the family welcomed you with open arms, but recently you and Damian haven’t been spending as much time as the two of you would like to. It was something that he had “voiced” after kind of ignoring you for a few days which led to some interrogation on your end, plus some slight teasing.

           Finally, you guys were doing something that didn’t involve six other people, even if those *other people* were very much welcomed. The two of you walked down a sidewalk into a coffee shop where you proceeded to grab a table for the two of you and Damian got the drinks. He came back and smiled some, sitting down and passing you Y/F/D.

           “Thank you.” You said taking a sip from the drink.

           “Anytime.” He answered before the look of an idea graced his face, “There’s a book store not too far from here that you’d probably like.”

           “Is it a Barnes and Noble or just corner/ local shop?” You inquired.

           “It’s a corner shop just down the street. Trust me, it’s better than any Barnes and Noble you’ve ever seen.” He answered.

           “Wanna bet on it Dames?” You chuckled some.

           “Only if you’re prepared to lose Y/N/N.” Damian challenged, “If this is the most impressive book store you’ve ever walked into, I get to take you out on a date Friday night.”

           “Well, then, I might purposely lose, Wayne.” You smiled at him some, the look of brilliant trouble glazing over your eyes, “And if I win, you can take me out and kiss me after the store.”

           “I might do both regardless.”

           You raised a brow, “Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s go see this awe -inspiring book store.”

           You guys walked down the street, swarmed by the media and paparazzi as they were getting pictures of Gotham’s newest unconfirmed couple. The two of you stopped in front of a store that read, “Corner- Shop Books.”

           “Straight to the point I see.” You said sarcastically as you guys walked inside.

           “Mhmm.” Damian looked to see your reaction which was almost immediate.

           The shop was bigger than you expected. There were shelves everywhere and a small sitting area near the middle of the store. In the back, there were stairs that lead to another floor of books and the seemingly infinite sea of literature drew in anyone that gazed into its glass doors. You were still for a second, admiring the large room and then walking around some, leaving Damian behind for a few seconds.

           To Damian, watching you was like watching a kid in a candy shop. You gently ran your fingers over some of the intricate spines of the books, making your way to the classical literature, and then myths, history, and up the staircase to where the fiction and fantasy was.

           He smiled as you looked so at peace in the world. It was the first time that he had really seen you this comfortable aside from some of the moments where you two were alone in the library reading or out in the gardens having conversations on whatever subject or topic you were interested in discussing. The thought that you guys might be here for hours crossed his mind, but was quickly brushed away once he saw the excited look on your face as you found something that was interesting enough to grab hold of your ever -wandering attention.

           “What is this one about?” He asked referring to the hard -back book with a beautiful pale pink and gold cover, and what looked to be part of a castle on the spine.

           You were reading the synopsis of the book before answering him, “It’s a book about a princess that comes from a lineage where the first of the family was a “god killer” of sorts. He defeated the goddess of death when she decided to take over the land and now the goddess, 300 years later, is back to reclaim her throne.” You stopped for a second, “It’s also got a male character who acts as an assassin for the king and may or may not be the romantic interest of the trilogy.”

           “The boxed set is right there if you’d like it.” He picked it up and handed it to you.

           “I’d like to not spend a ton of money on books until I find a job or something.” You said putting the book down.

           “I’ll get it for you. Just get what you’d like, the bookshelves in your bedroom are looking empty as of late except for the few you managed to bring. I can see how you stare at it sometimes with the look of dissatisfaction during some of our conversations.” Damian offered, joking some at the last part.

           “Dames, it’s okay I-“ He cut you off.

           “I insist Y/N.” He said handing you the box of books.

           You gratefully smiled at him and offered a thank you before continuing along in the store to hunt for more books. It was maybe three hours before you guys left. You had a few bags of books and thanked Damian profusely. He insisted that it was totally fine and you kind of stopped once you reminded yourself that he was, in fact, the son of a billionaire.

           Once back in the manor, you had run upstairs to start organizing your shelf, you know, as any book worm might. It wasn’t long before you got a knock at the door and you were pretty sure you knew exactly who it was.

           “Come in.” You turned off Y/F/P and waited for the person to come in.

           Damian walked into your room and shut the door, “So, about the bet.” He asked, “Was it the most impressive book store you’ve ever seen?”

           You thought for a moment, “Well I mean, the one in New York was really cool that one time, oh there was that one from Jersey...” You looked up and smiled, “Just kidding. And yes, it was by far, the best bookstore I’ve ever seen.”

           He smiled and walked to you, putting his hands on your waist, “Then I hope that you will keep your end of the bargain and accompany me to dinner Friday night?”

           “I will.” You replied, your breath hitching some at how close you two were, “I am slightly disappointed that you didn’t lose though.”

           “And why is that Y/N?” He asked.

           “Because now, you don’t have to kiss me.” You smirked some as he stared you intensely.

           “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” With that, he pulled you into a long kiss, you ran your fingers through his hair at one point, and he pulled you dangerously close to his chest.

           Once you broke apart he spoke up, “Y/N, would you be my girlfriend?”

           “That’s an offer I cannot pass up.” You answered, “100%.”

           “Well then beloved...” You smiled at the name remembering it from the fan fics, “I hope you have something to wear for our date.”

           “I’ll find something.” You looked at your stack of books debating whether or not to start shelving them.

           Your thoughts came to a stop when you heard that dinner was ready, you would just do it while Damian was on patrol. You were a night owl anyways, so it wouldn’t matter.

Ya’ll I’m dying I haven’t had literally any sleep but here we are lol. I hope that you guys had a great Easter and are doing well. If you have any requests, please send them in. I hope that you guys are staying safe and are well have a good day and keep sane! 😊

[rebelliouslala]

For You

Jimin x reader :3

genre: modern western, cotton candy fluff with some language and alcohol consumption, angst if you lean in reAAAAAl close partner

1.5k words I surprised myself there whoa there

The chirp of midnight birds and the tune of grasshoppers are the background music that everyone chatters over. The entire turnip field, now plucked and withered, had the weeds crushed by the wheels of trucks and cars. It was a week before college, and even though you had a flight tomorrow, you wanted to make a bit of extra cash.

You and your friend operate the first booth at the entrance, a small tailgate, all on your friend’s dusty green truck. Your other cousin, Nami, counted how people were going to be in the field and paying for their entry, waving people off. You, simply, hum and take off your hat and wipe the sweat from the humid evening.

“Y/n, this idea was great! Three bucks each for a ticket and five for the couples? We made almost 300 bucks!” Your childhood friend, Hiram boasts to you. You smile and bend down with him, picking up the popcorn machine that had broken fifteen minutes earlier.

Your other friend, Lily smiles and she comes out in her roller skates, wearing a hoodie and long, boot cut jeans, “Hiram! Don’t lie to her, it’s a fuckin’ mind blowin’ hustle!” She winks at you, before your cousin pushes you, and she skates away.

Before you can make the next round of orders with them, your cousin pulls you away and hisses to you. You sigh, “Nami, you almost burnt me! These biscui—,”

“There’s a huge group. They don’t count as anything, and—,”

“Ma’am?”

You look over to see seven young men in flannels, one wearing a wife beater underneath. They all sit in a truck, one of the men rolling down his window while the others in the back grumble. He smiles warmly, two holes poking in his cheek. “Pardon us, we wanted to pay twenty for our presence. I know we ain’t couples,”

“Okay first of all you can go suck a bull’s—,” says one of the boys in the back, but another one cuts in. “Shut up!” Hisses the driver, a broad shouldered man, pushing his light brown hair back as his lips pucker out in annoyance.

“Twenty sounds perfect!” Your cousin says, nudging you as you take the tall man’s currency, and the other man who drives the kids nods at you, however there’s some chatter.

“Grab us some grub.”

“Why me—?”

“GET. The food.”

The man stumbles from the truck as he flips off the truck that drives around the field, ruining the disturbing weeds already growing.

“Hi! Would you like anything?” You smile sweetly, seeing that Hiram can now operate the popcorn machine again.

The man groans, rubbing his temple and he leans on the table, eyeing you, his flannel open with enough buttons for you to see his toned chest. He says softly, his voice laced with exhaustion of his friends, “Mind pourin’ me a drink? It’s gonna be a long fuckin’ night if I gotta deal with these boys.”

He had a nearly guttural voice, if it wasn’t how smooth he let the words slip out he was. You turn around and quickly fix drinks as Hiram helps him with the food.

“So, you.”

Hiram beams are the handsome man, “Yes—?”

“Not you. Although you’re a cutie. I meant your friend. Are you in charge?”

You turn around from organizing the drinks to the man.

“Uh, yes?”

He pauses softly and he smiles, “Ain’t you tired from this? It’s nearly school season. Why aren’t you gettin’ ready or somethin’?”

You open your mouth before Hiram cuts in, “Listen, if you if you’re trying to hit on my bestie I think, you gotta relax and just grab your shit and go, little man.”

The man stares up at him, smirking slightly before his gaze lands back on you, taking the drink you poured for him.

“Sir, the drink, including the snacks, it's five dollars.” You fib quietly, pursing your lips.

“Y/n—!” You hush your friend and pout at him. Turning to the man, you look up and smile, “It’s just so I get some extra cash before I go, for good.” You take a deep breath and smile, “You know what I mean?”

He leans in, taking in a sip of his alcohol and he continues to smirk softly. “So you are the genius who organized,” he gestures around and leans on the table, around the pretty country view, “this?”

“I am, thank you.” You say simply, helping him with a small and easy take away bag as you shrug, “Nami just likes to take control. She’s organizing everything, even though, it was my idea.”

“Mm,” he takes it and he sighs, “So do my other friends.”

You chuckle and lean forward, smiling at the man in front of you, “Perhaps, we should take control tonight.”

He watches your hand and he takes a sip of his red cup filled to the brim with booze, “Hmm, perhaps.”

You look up and smile, “My name is Y/n, by the way. I have control on that.”

“Jimin, but you can take any alias for me.”

You giggle at his little joke and lean in, “Hmm, anything? How about Jiminie~?”

He laughs, his laughter sounding like the chime of light cowbells ringing in for home.

Making you feel at home.

You giggle with him, and he winks at you, “I like the sound of that, dollie.”

You sigh softly when he waves goodbye. This gives you time to work until the twenty minute mark, at the most boring part of the movie, when the charming young man comes from the back, and knocks on the bar of your booth, his knuckles rapping against the steel bars.

“Jiminie?” You ask softly, making sure Hiram doesn’t see you slack. Even though he’s probably reading a comic.

“Doll, you seem bored,” he says softly.

“Yeah, the crowd is dying down though. What’s up?”

“How about you and me grab some snacks, sneak on the truck, and watch the movie there. No one but you and I.”

Your gut churns, however, you can protest, he smiles, his eyes curving upwards as you softly say, “What about the booth?”

“Well it’s on a truck, darlin’. We can sit on the roof and wait there. Watch the movie and lay on the back. Your friend will be here, and your friend Lily can see us too. My friends won’t know, and I can’t stand them making fun of me.”

You giggle and turn to where he is, ruffling his hair and smiling too. The both of you start giggling like sugar high children, “Then that sounds great, Minmin.”

You follow the young man up, holding the brown bag and soda cans close to you, when he lifts you up to the top of the truck.

From the front of the drive in, the screen is a bit of a distance away from how the first people of the drive in can see the movie, yet you didn’t mind. You shiver from the sudden breeze of the night.

Jimin takes off his flannel and wraps it around you, smiling and rubbing your arms to give you some warmth before he widens his eyes. “Oh, shit, sorry I didn’t mean to—,”

“It’s fine, I’m cold anyways. What a gentleman.”

He smiles, and even in the dark night, you can see his crimson face, “Well, I got the caramel popcorn. It’s my favorite, I love it when it sticks to your teeth, you know?”

You laugh and take a piece, chewing and sighing, your body relaxing at the first piece of food in five hours. “Mm, so good.”

Jimin drinks more and wraps his arms around you. and leans on the roof a bit more, “Almost as sweet as you huh?”

You chuckle at his joke and nod, gently wrapping his flannel around you and buttoning it up. You were almost surprised yet not with how he smells. Like a cloudy day but humid day in the countryside of peaches. You gently sniff his collar and that smelled like the peach had been ripped apart in front of your naked nose and you smile, “You smell good.”

“What a nice compliment, I’ve never gotten that one before, darlin’.”

You laugh and look up, as he starts to snicker softly, “You’re a strange man.”

“And you’re a strange person who let me have a mini date with you.”

“A mini date? Does that mean I gotta walk you home!”

“At least back to my truck, please.” You giggle and lean on him, watching the stars and listening to the old Western voices as he whispers, “Either way, I think this night is the best one I’ve had in awhile.”

You exhale and relax in his arms as he chuckles, and he shakes his empty can once he sips the rest. “Uh, do you mind pourin’ me another one?”

“Maybe, if I get a peck.”

Jimin leans down, and he smirks. You gasp quietly, almost mutely, as his plump lips softly make contact with your cheek, letting a quiet smooch sound echo in your ear, “Just for you, dolly,”

[fangirlfiction]

Born to Ride

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually)

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: part 1 of the Born To series. A mystery man shows up on your doorstep, and your job, and your doorstep again, to make you an offer you have a hard time refusing. things go well, but only for a little while.

Warnings: some mentions of violence, some fighting. maybe some language. this chapter is pretty mild. this series as a whole is angsty though!

A/N: hello hi hey! so, I wrote a lil 4 part mini series! and this is the first part! the next part will go up on the Friday of each week (for the time zone people, this is my Friday, so whatever time this is going up for you is when the next parts will go up!) also, if you want to be on the taglist for this series or any of my writings, just send me an ask and I can tag you ♥ thank you for being so patient with my sporadic writings, things have been kind of tough the last few months, but I’m trying. okay, I love you all! 

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You sigh as you pull up to your trailer.

As you put the car in park and put your name tag in your cup holder, you think about the long bath you plan on taking, and the equally long nap that will inevitably follow. You exit your car and step through the front door, rolling your eyes when you are instantly greeted by your boyfriend yelling at the TV down the hall. You kick off your shoes and move to the cabinet where you keep the box of tips from your job at the diner. 

You dig through the cabinet in frustration. “Danny, where is the money box?”

His voice rings out from down the hall, “I don’t know. Somewhere.”

Narrowing your eyes at his tone, you slam the cabinet door closed and stalk towards the only bedroom in the small trailer. Your boyfriend is sprawled out on the bed, eyes focused on the T.V. as he smashes buttons on the controller in his hand. “Danny, what do you mean ‘somewhere’?”

He sighs and pauses his game, turning to you. “The guys were here, and we got hungry watching the game. What was I supposed to do?”

“Where. Is. It?”

He uses his head to gesture to the corner of the room, and your eyes land on the small box you use to hide the extra cash. Lid open, and lying on its side. Empty.

You walk over and grab the box, and hold it up. “What the hell did you buy? There was at least $300 in here!”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, okay. But it was my turn to host and we needed the money.”

“That was weeks worth of tips! Do you know how many shitty days at the diner I had to put in to make that?”

“It was just laying around in the box. You never spend it anyways.” He turns back to his game and picks up the controller. “I don’t know why you don’t race anymore. The money you were making there would have paid for anything we could have ever wanted.”

You resist the urge to scream as he resumes his game, and you turn and leave the room, box in hand. You step into the small bathroom and close the door, leaning against it and letting out a long breath. As you feel your blood pressure return to normal, you reach into the pocket of your uniform and pull out the wad of ones from your overnight shift and place them in the box. You hear your boyfriend yell in frustration at his game and you check that the door is securely locked before you kneel down and open the lower cabinets. You quietly push the cleaners and soaps to the side before finding the loose spot in the paneling. You wedge your nail into the tiny gap and pop the panel off, revealing a small hole, only slightly larger than the box sitting next to you. 

With one more glance at the locked door, you reach inside and pull out the cinched bag, and tug it open to reveal a gun, and a relic from your past that you wished you could forget. The buckle wasn’t big, just the right size to fit on any standard utility belt. It was the only uniform you had from your old life, a requirement for any standard suit, for ease in identifying the others that were like you. Your fingers trace the hourglass shape, the red outline glinting at you in the light of the bathroom. 

A distant knock draws you from your thoughts, followed closely by your boyfriend’s voice. “Babe, can you get that? I’m busy!”

You roll your eyes and return the gun and buckle to the bag, before returning the bag, and now the money box, to the hole. As you reattach the paneling and hide the location, you yell out, “Coming!”

You close the cabinet doors softly, flush the toilet just in case, and leave the bathroom, making a beeline for your front door. When you approach the door, you are surprised to see a man in a suit with a pair of dark sunglasses, and not your boyfriend’s loser friends as you were expecting. Your brows draw together as you open the door just enough to step outside, and turn to face the man. “May I help you?”

The man clears his throat and answers with your last name, and you give a small nod. “Yes?”

“I have a job for you.”

You tilt your head to the side, eyeing the man. “I’m sorry?”

“There’s a dirtbike race on Saturday. We need you to win it.” 

You shake your head, “You must have me mistaken for someone else, I don’t race.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a news article, one with your smiling picture largely printed on it. You give him a regretful look. “Anymore. I don’t race anymore.”

He glances behind you at your trailer, before meeting your eyes again. “We’ll pay you.”

You pause, but recover immediately. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

You turn and slip back inside, locking the door as soon as you’re inside. Your boyfriend walks into the room, curious. “Who was that?”

“No one. Just some solicitor.”

He shrugs and grabs a beer from the fridge before leaving you to your thoughts. 

-

The man shows up three more times before you finally hear him out. Once at your trailer, and twice at the diner. You finally agree to talk to him three days after his initial visit. You convinced yourself it had nothing to do with the pile of overdue bills on the table at home. 

You plop down in the booth across from him, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Alright, let’s hear the pitch.”

“There’s a race this Saturday, in Boston.” He slides a flyer to you, but you only glance at it briefly before meeting his eyes again. “We need you to win it.”

“Who is we?”

“An interested party.”

You raise a brow. “Why do you need me to win?”

“Can’t tell you that.”

“Why me?”

He shrugs. “Because we heard you were the best.”

You shake your head. “I haven’t ridden in years. I don’t even have a bike anymore.”

“We will provide all the equipment, and pay the entry fees. All that we require is that you race, and win.”

“And if I don’t?” He looks at you, confused. “Win, I mean.”

He gives you a grim smile. “Let’s just say it would be in your best interest to come out on top.”

You take a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “And if I win, I get the prize money?”

“Of course. The $2,000 reward will be yours. Along with an $8,000 thank you from the interested party.”

You let out a low whistle. “$10k? You’re offering me $10,000 to show up and win a race?”

“Yes.”

You eye him suspiciously. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. We need a job done and you are the most capable to do it.” He eyes the diner, a faint look of disgust passing over his features. “And $10,000 can change your life.”

You sit silently for a minute, weighing the options. You were almost certain that something illegal was involved, but you had been on the wrong side of the law before. And $10k would be enough to get you away from the life you were living, at least. It could easily get you away from Danny. Without another thought, you look up at the man. “Yes.”

He simply nods, and slides a phone to you. “All communications will go through this phone. After your final payment, destroy the phone and any other records you may have.” He then passes you a duffel bag. “Inside this bag you will find a plane ticket, along with the keys to a storage unit in Boston, which is where you will find any and all gear you may need. If there are any other problems, contact us.”

You take the phone and the bag, and you nod. The man stands, and gives you one last look. “We’ll be in touch.”

As he walks away, you check the plane ticket, and you’re shocked to find that it’s slated to leave in a few hours. Without wasting another second, you leave the diner for what you hoped was the last time and headed to your trailer. You were relieved to find that Danny was out with his friends, making it easier to pack and leave without any issues. The mystery man had included a second ticket for Danny, but you rip it to shreds and toss it, before leaving a note taped to the fridge.

Visiting my sister in Kansas. 

See you soon. 

xo

-

The flight came and went without a hitch. Well, there was one hitch. 

Danny.

As you step off the flight and check your phone, you are shocked to find dozens of texts, missed calls, and voicemails. You look at the phone in annoyance, realizing it is your last lifeline to the most recent chapter of your life, and to Danny. And that realization makes it that much easier to drop your phone and smash it under your heel, before discarding it in a nearby trash can. You gather your bags and head to the storage facility, pleased to find a dirtbike just like the one you rode a few years back. There’s gear too, all decked out in a familiar shade of red and black, with a photo taped to the side of the helmet. You look down at it, realizing where they drew the gear inspiration from. The picture is from your last big win, a grin stretched across your face and a trophy tightly gripped in your hand. Your other hand is intertwined with none other than Danny, your bike mechanic at the time. You quit one week after this picture was taken, while you were getting bandaged up in a hospital room. You shudder at the memory, as the worst of it comes back in flashes. Two men, dressed in all black. The sound of gunshots. The feeling of fire as it tore through your body. You absentmindedly rub your shoulder.

You shake your head and fold up the picture, before tucking it in your pocket. With one final check of the gear and nothing left to do, you head back to the hotel and do the only thing you can do. 

Wait.

-

Race day comes slowly. You spent the few days leading up the race doing some light practice and feeling ready. But now, as you stand at the start line straddling your bike, you start to panic. You haven’t raced in years. Hell, you haven’t even ridden in years. And looking at the others around you, you were starting to become acutely aware of that fact. Before you can spiral any further, a familiar voice yells your name from behind you. You turn and groan as Danny runs up to you, pushing a bike. Your bike, from years ago.

“Danny, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing! I thought you were done with racing until the end of time.”

You roll your eyes, “I was. But then… Wait, how did you find me?”

“Margie heard you talking to some guy at the diner, said you agreed to go to some race in Boston. And then I found the ripped up ticket in the trash, and I knew this is where you’d be.”

He steps closer to you, looking ready to kiss you, but you step back. “I thought maybe you were too nervous to tell me about the race. In case you lost and didn’t get the prize money.”

You suppress an eye roll, and nod. “Uh, yeah. That was it.”

“Anyways, I brought your old bike. It was still on display at the garage and they let me tune it up and bring it to you.”

You feel a small surge of affection as he gestures for you to take the bike so he can take the new one. “Thanks, Danny.”

“Where’d you get this one from, anyways?”

“Uh, they loaned it to me.”

“Huh.” He leans down to inspect the bike. “Looks like it cost a pretty penny.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” The loudspeakers crackle to life around you, urging racers to move to the line so the race can begin. You glance at Danny. “Guess that’s my cue.”

“Good luck, and win us at that money!”

You turn and push your bike back to the line, hopping on and firing it up, smiling at the familiar feel. As the announcer reads the rules, you pull your helmet over your head and nudge the visor down, before wrapping your hands around the grips and getting ready. Seconds later, you hear the horn ring out, signaling the start. Everyone jumps into action almost simultaneously, sending dirt and mud flying. 

You manage to beat the bulk of the pack, pulling ahead and starting in 10th. As you fly around the track and the laps add up, you move closer and closer to the top. At the start of the last lap, you find yourself in second, right behind an all blue bike. You inch closer and closer to him, trying to find an opening to take first, and smirking when you see the turn in the lap up ahead. Knowing this is your best shot, you ease to his left, preparing to pass him on the inside. As the turn approaches and you start to overtake him, a sudden movement to your right causes you to look over at him. The driver is turned to face you, a gun in his hand and aimed right at you. You resist the urge to scream and hit the brakes instead, putting distance between you and the still moving driver. He seems to temporarily forget, and then remember, the bend in the road and he tries to swerve to avoid it, but the jerky movement sends him flying into the trees instead. You recover from your temporary shock and take off again, quickly passing the fallen driver and flying through the course. When you pass the finish line and see the wave of the checkered flag, you feel no joy, no pride. Only shock. You drive straight through the track, past the reporters, past the celebrating crowd, and past Danny, who is yelling your name. 

You finally come to a stop outside of your tent, and you grab your things and take off again. Just as you enter the parking lot, the mystery man in the suit stops right in your path. You swerve to avoid him, narrowly missing, before jumping off your bike and turning to face him. “Congratulations. We knew you could do it.”

“What the hell was that?!”

“What?”

“The blue driver pulled a freaking gun on me!”

He frowns, “When? I didn’t see anything.”

“Right before he crashed! He could have killed me.”

“I never saw a gun.”

“But he-” You cut yourself off. “I have to go.”

“What about your-” He stops mid sentence, and you realize that the sound of footsteps behind you have steadily grown louder. You turn and find Danny, and for the first time in years, you’re actually happy to see him. “Danny, let’s go.”

“But what about-”

“No, let’s. Go.”

He shrugs, “Okay.” before taking the bike from you and leading you to his truck and trailer, and you glance back at the mystery man as you put space between you. “I’ll just load this up with the other one.”

You whip your head back in his direction, “Other one, what other one?”

“The bike you had before I brought you yours. I talked to the registration group and no one knows who it belongs to, so I’m taking it with us.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“C’mon, we can sell it! It’s practically brand new.”

You turn and look back at the mystery man, shuddering when you see that he’s gone. You turn back to Danny. “Okay, whatever, can you load quickly so we can just go?”

“Yeah, yeah, calm down. I’ll be done in a second.”

You walk off and move to the passenger door and climb in, before immediately locking the doors. As promised, Danny is in the car and driving away in a matter of minutes. You are down the road and navigating your way to the freeway before you know it, and as you watch the buildings fly by, you finally let yourself feel some relief. That is, until you hear the explosion.

-

part two here!

[defiblover27]

Finishing the Job

Emma laid unconscious in her ICU room.  She had just come out of her second surgery as they attempted to repair the internal injuries that were inflicted by the stabbing.  Emma’s family lived across the country and were trying to get a flight as soon as they could.  Emma was hooked up to a respirator and the room was filled with the beeping of monitors and the wheezing in and out of the respirator.  Emma was covered by the blue polka dot hospital gown that covered up her bandages.  A white blanket covered her legs and she had IVs in both of her arms giving her pain medication and fluids.  Outside of Emma’s room was a police officer who sat and protected her.  It had been two days since the attack and the police department had no leads on the attacker.  As the police officer finished his lunch a young man came running up to him in a panic.  “Please sir there’s a man with a gun, I think he’s gonna kill somebody.”  the man pointed in the direction and the officer used his radio to call in back up as he ran down the hallway.  The medical team began to split up as they heard what was going on.  As the chaos began the young man slipped into Emma’s room.  He closed the door behind him and slowly walked toward her bed.  He looked Emma up and down and stroked her long hair.  “Wish I could make you mine... But the world made different plans for us.”  The man said.  He took some oxygen tubing from the crash cart that was place next to her bed and wrapped it with his two hands.  He then wrapped the tubing around Emma’s neck and began to tighten it.  The more force he put on the tubing the tighter that it got.  Emma’s wind pipe began to close up and she started breathing erratically.  The choking made her wake with a startle.  Her eyes flew open and shew stared into the eyes of her attacker.  She became increasingly panicked and began thrashing around on the bed.  The attacker just made it tighter and tighter.  Emma tried to scream but the tube that she was intubated with made it impossible.  Her heart was pounding as she gasped for air.  She began grabbing at the attackers arms in any attempt to break free.  After a few moments she began to lose her strength and her body began to slow down.  Her heart had raced and the monitors beeped at a high rate.  Slowly her heart rate slowed and her breathing became shallow.  She gasped for air one last time as her eyes rolled backward and her arms fell to her side.  Her entire body gave away and she laid limp on the bed.  The attacker strangled her for a few more moments to ensure that he completed the job.  The monitor alarmed as the green line went flat across the screen.  As he let go the dark red and purplish mark from being strangled showed on her neck.  He left the tubing around her neck and kissed her on the forehead “Goodbye my love” he said as he slowly left the room.  

As the police officers moved through the hallways they realized that there was no threat at all and the man hade made it all up.  Fearing for Emma’s safety they rushed back to her room.  The found a nurse along the way and escorted her back to the room.  When they swung open the door they were horrified by what they saw.  Emma laid motionless with her hospital gown half ripped off revealing half of her torso.  There was oxygen tubing wrapped around her throat.  The nurse rushed over and pressed the code button above the bed. “Code Blue ICU Room 7 Code Blue” the speaker system relayed around the hospital.  She ripped off the rest of the hospital gown exposing Emma’s now nude body with bloody bandages wrapped around the majority of her torso.  The nurse centered her hands between Emma’s breasts and started pounding away.  Just seconds later a team of nurses and doctors rushed into the room.  The moved the bed away from the wall slightly and removed the head board.  The nurse in charge of ventilations attempted to bag her after removing the tubing around her neck.  Dr. Abby was running the code and tried to hear if the ventilations were working or not.  “I don’t hear any breath sounds, let’s try to intubate instead.”  Dr. Abby took the largynscope in one hand and the tube in the other and attempted to see her air way.  “Her chords are completely crushed and unable to be intubated, I need an endotracheal intubation tray stat.”  one of the nurses uncovered the tray and Dr. Abby made a small incision in Emma’s neck and proceeded to intubate her that way instead.  She secured it with the straps and gave the nurse the bag.  After doing a few tests breaths they were able to confirm that the air was inflating her lungs.  Emma’s bright blue eyes stared blankly toward the ceiling and her face had a look of horror and fear on it.  Each compression made Emma’s entire body shake on the table.  A round of drugs were given and after being in asystole for the first two minutes of the code Emma converted into V-fib. “Let’s get the pads charged to 300 and prepare to shock.” Dr. Abby said as she placed the pads onto Emma’s bare chest.  Everyone backed away from Emma and the shock was delivered.  Emma shook on the table and came to a pause.  The shock had no result and a large male nurse took over compressions.  The force of the CPR made both of Emma’s arms to fall off the side of the bed and her bare legs to shake.  The nurses large hands covered up most of Emma’s breasts.  After a few moments the pads were charged to 360 and the second shock was delivered.  This time Emma’s head lolled to the side as her torso came off of the bed slightly.  The nurse at the head had to reposition Emma’s head in order to continue giving ventilations.  The shock converted Emma into asystole as the nurse resumed CPR.  “Let’s attach the autopulse please and given another round of epi” Dr. Abby asked her team.  They stopped CPR momentarily as they lifted Emma up slightly and slid a board under her torso.  They attached the white strap on one side and draped it over her breasts.  The device automatically tightened and with the push of a button began squeezing Emma’s chest delivering artificial CPR.  “How long has she been down?” Dr. Abby asked the recording nurse.  “We’ve been coding her for 8 minutes with unknown downtime before she was discovered.”  the nurse responded.  Abby became considered that they discovered her too late and that she was already gone when they found her.  “V-fib on the monitor doctor.” one of the nurses announced.  “Charge to 360 again please.” Dr. Abby responded.  After the unit charged they paused the Zoll Autopulse and delivered the shock.  Emma’s arms twitched inward as the shock coursed through her body.  The shock left her in V-fib and it was charged to 360 once again.  The next shock was delivered moments later, this time Emma’s wrinkled feet jumped off of the table slightly and her legs shook along with the rest of her body.  The shock still had no effect so the autopulse was restarted.  Each compression caused Emma’s bandage ridden abdomen to extend slightly even though she was so skinny.  The defibrillator was charged to 360 again and as the shock was given Emma’s ribs showed predominantly as her best came off the table but was restricted by the autopulse.  This shock was met with a flat green line on the monitor.  The autopulse began compressing her chest again as Dr. Abby took out her penlight and shined it into Emma’s bright blue eyes.  Her blank eyes stared back at her as they were fixed and dilated.  The autopulse was paused as Dr. Abby removed the stethoscope from around her neck and began placing it on different parts of Emma’s bare chest listening for a heartbeat.  The nurse in charge of ventilations also checked for a pulse as another nurse squeezed Emma’s wrist and felt for her femoral artery.  They all looked at each other and almost at the same time said the same words.  “No pulse” they said with a disappointed tone.  Dr. Abby looked up at the wall and read the clock “Time of death 11:17 pm. Thank you all for your help.”   All of the nurses began to clean up the code.  Dr. Emma took off her gloves and threw them away as she walked out.  The nurses removed the autopulse and defib pads once again making Emma’s still chest completely bare other than the electrodes that were stuck to her.  A nurse carefully shut Emma’s eyes.  They turned off the monitors and removed the pulse ox from her left pointer finger.  One nurse placed Emma’s hands on her body as the other wrote out the name tag.  They draped the tag off of her toe and then covered her body with a white sheet.  

Emma’s parents arrived a few hours later to receive the terrible news and the killer slipped through the police departments fingers once again.  The killer got away and started stalking his next victim

[carrietrekkie]

“But you stay?”

Hey!

Some words before I leave you this here. I´ve not much written some like the scene at the end of this part, certainly not in english, I´m more the “tease it on and leave the rest to the imagination of the reader” person but for those both I got the feeling I want to write some “more” and so...here it is.

Warnings: Sexual content along with romance, fluff,...

The evening starts here: You know, I was right.

@bold-brave-courageous @allthetrek @reeselivesforeverinmyheart

"Oh, thank you, my love." I put another load of dirty dishes into Mama Pike's hand and she let it disappear in the replicator. "But you really don´t need to do that." She smiled brightly at me, that certain note in it that only a mother could get. That look she gave me since Chris introduced me to her. "I would like to do it." "Unnecessary. Go, Chris is outside. " "I know, but I don´t want to bother there."

I glanced through the wide-open French doors. Outside, Chris was sitting with his brother, two other Starfleet Captains, his father, and a friend he had known since childhood. They laughed and I was sure the bottle of whiskey was not the first one they emptied. By now it was almost midnight and most of the guests had said goodbye. The evening had been wonderful, I had met many crew members and their families. Many had stopped by for a short while, others stayed longer. Chris's sister Stephanie had left very early to bring her children to bed, Una had thrown the towel half an hour ago. She had introduced me to her husband, an incredibly charming man and at least as well-endowed. Boyd's husband had tried to pull everything out of my nose and we had talked so well that an hour had passed in flight. "He likes you." A coffee cup was placed in front of me. "He likes you very much." I squinted in the direction of Mrs. Pike, she smiled at me, again that look in her eyes and I didn´t know what to say. "You don´t need to say anything about it." She put a hand on my forearm. "He wrote to me and from time to time had a video call with me and even though he tried to hide it, I've noticed a change in him in the recent years that I didn´t like. He was closed, introverted, something had changed in his eyes and he couldn´t hide it, even if he tried." I knew what she meant, but I also knew it was confidential.

"I've had enough to do with Starfleet to know I'm right. Something terrible had happened." She raised her eyebrows, then looked at me. "And then I saw him looking at you." I tried my best not to show what was going through my mind. "Mrs. Pike." "Mary." She put a hand on my shoulder. "Kick his ass a bit." She winked at me and I laughed. "You've always had to nuzzle him with some things." Mary tilted her head slightly to the side. "And I think that's the way it is with you, right?" "Maybe." I closed my hands around the cup. The warmth was good, the dress I wore was not necessarily warm and in the future it was still cold in the desert at night. "I still have something to do here, but I'm afraid of it."

"Unfinished things?" "I don´t know if I would call it like that." How much I wanted to talk to her about it, but I was not allowed to. "I'm not from here but still there's something here that keeps me from starting a new life." "Can you change it?" "I intend to find out tomorrow." I pinched my lips. "And then?" "Yes and then." I took a sip. "Find out. Let me know how it goes out." She smiled at me again. "I would like it if we meet again." "Yes, me too." I nodded slightly in Chris's direction. "Do I need to know something?"

"About Chris?" Mary laughed a little. "He is the one you see. He was never interested in pretending, exaggerating, or fooling anyone. Least of all if he was in love. " She surprised me by hugging me, then said goodbye and gathered her husband. Now left behind Chris and Mike, his childhood friend, in fact, there was no one else out there and after it was already so cold outside that you felt it inside the house, I grabbed two blankets and went to the men.

 "Oh hey, we get company." Mike grinned at me, then Chris turned and smiled as well. "Well, you two." I looked at them. "Either you need some blankets or you should go in." "We should quit." Mike came clumsily to his feet. "Angela rips off my head if I don´t get up with the kids tomorrow." He clapped Chris on the shoulder, a heavy blow, but the two just laughed. "And if I remember rightly, you have to be on such a crazy dance party tomorrow." He swayed a bit and I pushed him back to an upright position when he threatened to topple over.

"Thank you Cathrin. Where did I stop?" "Party." Chris chuckled slightly. "By the way, you are cordially invited." "Are you crazy? That would mean I would have to squeeze myself into the suit, which I certainly will not fit in anymore. " "Angela would love it." "She would not stop joking about me." He patted his little stomach. "Not everyone looks as good in a suit as you do." "You're going to wear a suit?" I looked at him. "I thought uniform was dress code?" "Well, I mean this uniform suit thing." "Gala uniform." Chris raised a finger to emphasize that. That he was quite taciturn, I took the indication that he had more than enough. "I mean that. So, in any case, I think it is expected that you to look like you're being pee-peeled, and you cannot do that if you're not asleep. " "You have to know it." Chris smiled at Mike, he returned, then swung out of his chair and the two hugged each other. "Do not make yourself so rare again." Mike patted Chris on the back, he returned it. "I try it." "Of course." Then he looked at me. "Cathrin, it was a great pleasure." "For me too, Mike." I smiled at him, then he turned around and left the garden on foot. "He's walking?" I turned around as I heard Chris plump back into his chair. "Will he be okay?" "Mike?" Chris made a strange noise. "He finds his way home blindfolded. In the dark, if it needed. " "That's nonsense." I laughed as he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap. I swung my arms over his shoulders and wrapped my hands around his neck. His hand was on my thigh, his thumb lightly stroking the fabric. "Chris." I leaned against him, close enough that my nose touched his. "Yeah." The word had an unusual length that made me grin even wider. "You're drunk." "I know." He smiled widely, started to speak, but he did not get very far. "And you should go to sleep."

 His eyes wandered from mine to the house, his head following. He sighed. "My bed is so damn far away." I slipped off his lap. "Hey, where are you going?"

"I'll bring you to bed." I grabbed his arm and pulled it without much effect. "You cannot sleep in the garden, when the fire goes out, it gets freezing cold." "Could be." "Come on." I pulled again and finally he let himself be pulled out of the chair onto his shaky legs. "How much did you drink?" Heartily I pulled him with me, up the steps to the porch and into the house. The doors closed behind us and immediately it got warmer.

"I'm afraid it was a bit more than I intended." He stopped, pulled my arm and I fell back into his arms. "And I left you a little bit alone." "I was not alone." I grinned at him. "I had 300 close friends as a company and talked a little bit with your mother." "Ohh." He looked at me. "Do I want to know that?" "It wouldn´t matter if I told you now, you forgot it tomorrow anyway." I pulled him to the stairs and pointed to the steps. "Do you remember how to use them?" "It's been a while, but I think I can handle it." He grinned and then actually came up the stairs accident-free. I still held him by the hand and pulled him to his bedroom. "I planned that a bit differently." He rolled his eyes a bit. "I thought you were not planning." I grinned at him. "Well, maybe a little bit." He held his thumb and index finger slightly above each other. "About that much."

"You are so drunk." I laughed. "Hey that's mean." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. "I didn´t laugh at you then and you were done after two glasses." "I know." I felt his forehead against mine. "And that was very cute of you." "Mmh, I'm cute." He blew a kiss on my lips. "But not as sweet as you." His lips continued to move to my ear. "But sweet is not necessarily the word I'm thinking of." I closed my eyes, my hands wandering through his hair.

"Chris." I bit my lip as his fingers sneaked under the straps of my dress and he slowly began to stroke it off my shoulder. His answer was a small growl that didn´t make the following easier. Neither did he just start dragging me to the bed. "Okay." I pushed him a little from me and looked at him. "You're drunk." There was a glimmer of desire in his eyes and exactly what I wanted, except that I lacked the foggy veil. "And I hate myself for saying that now."

"Then don´t say it." He kissed me again and I couldn´t help but return the kiss and for a moment I allowed myself to lose control. I wrapped my leg around him, he grabbed it and pulled me even closer to him. His hand on my skin, his fingers slowly moving up my thigh, made me forget more and more that I really wanted to stop him. I put my hand against his cheek and pulled away from his lips. Breathing heavily, we looked at each other, then he blinked very slowly and I pushed my face so close to his that my lips brushed against his skin as I spoke again.

"I really want to sleep with you." I looked up into his eyes. He still looked at me with a passion that blew over me and I knew that every spark in it was about me. "You don´t believe how much I want that." Again he opened his mouth slightly to kiss me, but before he could do it, I recoiled a moment. "But not today. Not when you're so drunk that you may not remember it tomorrow."

"I don´t think I could forget that." He stroked his cheek over mine. "But I know what you mean." He put a kiss on my cheek, near the end of my lip. "But you stay?" "I'll stay." I hugged him again. "For nothing in the world would I leave this room."

 With a smile, he pushed me to his bed and when I bumped against it, I dropped back and we tipped on the mattress. Chris kissed me, I took the opportunity, pushed me out from under him and turned him on his back. I put my head on his chest and looked at him. Even though he had been up to something completely different, he suddenly now had to struggle to keep his eyes open.

"Did I mention that I had planned it differently?" He made a strange noise and I frowned. "I should have said no when Mike opened that weird bottle." "Yes, you should have." I smiled at him, then gently stroked his nose with my finger, he slowly closing his eyes. "God, I could kick my butt." He grabbed my hand and breathed a kiss on my fingers. "I don´t think so." I closed my fingers around his. "You're just hurting yourself." He chuckled a little. “Mmh, I deserve that." "Do you need anything else? Water, aspirin, bucket? "I let him pull me closer into his arms. Somehow he managed to open his eyes a bit to look at me.

"I have everything I need."

I smiled, then leaned over and kissed him. He replied softly and when I looked at him again, I had to smile even wider. He had fallen asleep. If he didn´t look so cute, I would have been mad at him. So I just looked at him and enjoyed the feeling of being here with him. Even though I couldn´t quite turn off the soft voice, telling me I still had something to do before I could get involved completely. But there was still time tomorrow. I cuddled closer to him, took a few deep breaths, then closed my eyes.

*****

The next morning, I was awakened by a draft that drew through the open windows of Chris bedroom. Reluctantly, I let myself out of the pleasant comforting feeling that I still pull around and found that it was raining. Quiet but steady, the raindrops pounded against the roof and onto the balcony, in the distance I could hear quiet thunder. I felt like a trembling shivered through me. The last storm had changed everything in my life. I quickly opened my eyes and rolled over. The bed next to me was empty. I curled my nose and looked around, but I was alone. His bedroom had the same decor as the rest of the house. Opposite the big bed, there were two double doors leading to the balcony. In the corner stood a chair, a dresser on the wall and a few pictures. Missing only the owner.

"Chris?" "Yes." I saw his head appear in the door. He seemed to be in a bathroom because his hair was wet and a towel was everything he wore. He smiled brightly at me. "Slept well?" "Yes." I pulled my legs up and rested my head on my knees. "How are you?" "One of the benefits of the 23rd century is that there are actually one or two effective hangover killers." His smile widened. "If you stick to the rules." "Which of us hardly came up the stairs yesterday?" "Touché." He disappeared briefly, something clattered and he appeared again. Unfortunately, I found that he had swapped the towel for boxer shorts and shirts.

"Who said you could get dressed?" I tilted my head slightly to one side. "I didn´t know that I had to ask for permission?" To my chagrin, he passed the bed and closed the windows. "Some plans?" "Not really." A fat lie, but right now I didn´t want to think about it, I looked at him, then I got up and went to him "You?" "I actually intended to show you something of the area here." He grabbed my hand, turned me over and closed his arms around me from behind. "Then we could have had a picnic." I felt him breathe a kiss on my shoulder. "Or we could have gone for a ride." Slowly his lips moved up my neck. I closed my eyes and leaned against him.

"No." "No?" He stopped, leaning forward so he could face me. I opened my eyes slightly and squinted at him. "You will not get me on a horse in this life." I grinned at him, he returned it. "I like to see you but."

I didn´t get any further. He put his hand to my cheek, leaned against me and kissed me. Without hesitating, I returned it, turned around so I could put my arms around him and let him pull me tightly into his arms. I let my fingers prance through his slightly damp hair. I closed my free hand around his, whereupon he broke away from me so far that he could look at me. He glared at me passionately.

"Do you remember the advice you once gave me?" He pressed a kiss to my earlobe. "Mmh, which one?" I leaned my cheek against his. "That I should make the next few years to the best of my life." He ran his nose along my chin line, then put his forehead against mine. "Yeah, I remember that." I nudged his with my nose. "I think I should not lose time anymore, right?" "No, you shouldn´t."

He pulled me closer to him. I smiled at him, then slid my fingers over his stomach, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, then slapped my arms around him and we sank in another kiss, more violent and more passionate than before. I felt his hands brush against my shoulders, toward the zipper of my dress. Slowly he pulled it up. His hand slid under the fabric, stroking the skin on my back, and he began gently stroking it with his fingertips. Goose bumps hit my body, making me sigh softly, and before I knew it, he picked me up and carried me to his bed.

I don´t remember how we got there, but I remember being nervous when he started to undress me, that every touch made me wish he would never stop kissing me again. My hands wandered over his skin, his scars, felt the firm muscles and his breath brushing over the thin skin on my neck as he sighed softly into my ear. Each kiss carried us on and I wanted to get lost in the here and now and I wanted to do everything that he felt the same way.   I groaned as he slid his fingers into my panties and pulled the last bit of fabric that was between us from my body. It almost drove me mad as his lips slowly tormented their way up my leg. I reared up as his finger slid briefly into me, his tongue following, and I whimpered softly as he withdrew from me. When he kissed me again, I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him press against me. Before we merged our lips again, we looked each other in the eye.

The desire of the other was read in it and I knew that he could not wait any longer, just like me. We sank into that kiss that took us away, and when I felt him penetrate me, I threw back my head and gasped. His tongue gently brushed against my neck before I heard him softly whispering my name. This totally freaked me out and I let myself fall, merging in a rhythm that carried us further, feeling the heat swelling between my legs, spreading across my body as I neared my climax. I slipped my hand into his hair, clawing at it, pulling him closer to me.

I whispered his name as I came and felt seconds later how he followed me. His hand found my free and our fingers merged, as we, into each other. Breathing heavily, he buried his head in my neck and blew a series of kisses on it before he put his forehead against mine and looked at me. Still overwhelmed, I slowly opened my eyes, kissed him, then smiled at him.

He returned it, then lay down next to me, pulled me to him and I snuggled up to him as closely as possible. He kissed my neck again, my eyes closed. I wanted to include every second, every moment in my heart. I grabbed his hand and pulled his arm around me. I leaned my head back so I could look at him. I loved the look on his face as he looked at me, his fingers gently brushing my upper arm. It flashed outside and shortly thereafter, followed by a violent thunderclap. Involuntarily I winced, then turned around and he pulled me back against him.

"Fear of thunderstorms?" "Not really." I took a deep breath. "But the last storm I experienced was a very unusual one." Chris grinned. "This only prevents us from leaving the bed." "Mmh." I also had to grin. "I think I can live with that." And that's exactly what we did. The rest of the day we spent in bed, interrupted only by a trip to the bathroom, where we found out that his bathtub was not just suitable for relaxing in it. At some point in the late afternoon, I did something that you didn´t actually do. Chris had just fallen asleep. I gave him a kiss on his lips, then I got up, got dressed and went through the next door. There was my ball gown and everything else I needed for tonight. There was one more thing in front of me, something that I had to get through before I could fully say yes to my life here.

I opened my communicator, asked for a transport to the Enterprise and with a heavy heart, for the time now, let me carry out my dream.

Masterlist

[petty-revenge-stories]

Bad Manners on a Flight? Prepare to spend the next 6 hours in discomfort.

I flew home to North America from Europe yesterday, after spending a month abroad. By this particular leg of the journey I had been awake since 2am and had only had 3 hours of sleep the night before. Suffice to say I was cranky, but dealing with it. Our flight was 10.5 hours.

Anyways about 1/3 of the way in they serve lunch (dinner?). My partner and I had been snaking on Pringles from the big container and I stuck the container inside the cup holder on the tray and put my dinner tray next to it, with my glass of wine on the tray. The flight attendants politely reminded everybody to put their seats up for the comfort of other passengers and all was well.

Until the douche canoe in front of me decides to recline his chair into my lap, knocking the Pringles container off the tray and almost pouring the glass of wine into my lap. I was immediately pissed off so I pushed forward on the chair to prevent destruction of my tray/lap. He pushed back. I tapped on his shoulder and he says "what?" - I very politely asked him if he could keep his chair upright until the meal is finished. In response he pulled his torso forward and then rammed it back into the seat, slamming his chair all the way down and pissing me off beyond belief. I hit the call light but the FAs were serving the other 300 passengers (we were in the 2nd row so got our meal very quickly) and nobody came to tell him off.

What also pissed me off was that with his chair down he was still fucking sitting up and leaning forward over his tray! But when I picked the Pringles container up from the floor some inspiration came to me:

I used my neck pillow and slowly fed it underneath my tray and on top of my lap. With fucko sitting forward I was able to discretely push the seat up to get some slack and slid the Pringles container into the cup holder and wedged it underneath the ledge for the entertainment system. Then I put my feet flat on the floor, which moved his seat into about a 100 degree angle (by virtue of pushing the tray up which pushed the Pringles up and pushed the seat forward). With the bean bag neck pillow between my leg and the tray all I felt was a tiny bit of pressure.

We finished our meals and the FAs came to collect. Immediately buddy seems confused that his chair is now upright and keeps trying to put it back. He's pulling forward and ramming back, shifting, trying to apply gentle pressure, fucking around with the button on his chair and complaining to his girlfriend, who keeps looking back at me (unable to see the pringles container at her angle) and commenting "she's reading she isn't doing anything to it" as my smile is getting bigger and more filthy. This went on for 6 hours and on the (very full) Flight he spent a ton of time standing up in the aisle complaining his back was sore. He even swapped chairs with his girlfriend and my partner did the same thing on his own tray to prevent the guy from getting a good recline. I was a bit worried about the effect of the pressure on the tray/seat, but it held.

Anyways on descent the FAs asked everybody to put their seats upright and fold in their tray. He was again in front of me with his seat jammed and the Pringles container holding against a lot of pressure. Before he could move I quickly ripped out my neck pillow, causing him to fall back an inch and then I ripped out the container, making him fall back the entire way and scaring him in the process. I let out a loud "OOPS OMG THAT WAS STUCK THIS WHOLE TIME AND THIS POOOOOOOR MAN COULDN'T RECLINE HIS SEAT" and watched as he bitched to his gf about it.

The best kicker was that the door was behind us, so upon landing he shot daggers into my backside as we exited the plane before him.

Don't be rude/inconsiderate next time!

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[eleanor-writes-stuff]

slide into my DMs [ficlet, ii/iii]

Ben’s made the first move of shooting his shot. Now it’s Rey’s turn to show that she’s DTF.

On a related note: do I sound hip with the kids yet?

PART I | PART II: HEY, DTF?? | PART III

This was never supposed to happen, but here we are anyway. 1000 more words of this silly little story below the cut, now featuring 98% less Twitter shenanigans.

Also available on AO3.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant I’m here. Take your time, I’ll wait.

Rey parts her curtains and sneaks a glance outside, and sure enough she’s greeted by the sight of Ben leaning against his car, head bowed and phone in hand.

He’s here. He’s actually here.

Backpack in hand, she takes one last look at her room to make sure she hasn’t forgotten any essentials. Toiletries? Check. Phone charger? Check. Her one set of actual pajamas? Check.

Granted, they’ve got a variety of breakfast eggs and terrible puns printed all over them, but Rey figures it beats her usual nighttime attire of an oversized tee featuring a truly impressive number of rips and holes.

Besides, if all goes as planned, she won’t be lounging around in the cami set Rose bought her last Christmas for long.

endless pit @reyofsunshine on my way, romeo

She hurries down four flights of stairs (because of course Plutt refuses to fix the elevator too) and steps out into the cool October night to find Ben waiting for her in sweatpants and a shirt that’s at least two sizes too small. It’s the most dressed down she’s ever seen him, and Rey can’t help but comment on it as he opens the door for her and ushers her into his car.

“Nice PJs, Solo,” she says with a tiny smirk, bumping her shoulder against his arm before she slides into the passenger seat.

“Oh, this isn’t what I sleep in,” Ben tells her before he shuts the door, and she turns to his side of the car with an expectant look as he gets behind the wheel. “What?” he asks when he realizes she’s staring, hands stilling in their motion of putting on his seat belt.

Rey considers her next words for a moment, knowing exactly where this road leads to. But then again, she’s in his car on a Friday night with every intention of going back to his place. They’re not just headed down that road; they’re already on it and speeding recklessly towards an inevitable endpoint.

So she tilts her head at him and asks, “Then what do you wear to sleep?”

A part of her almost hopes he’ll say nothing, but that’s not Ben, is it? Especially not after tonight, not after the way he’s made it so clear that he won’t do anything to pressure her or make her feel uncomfortable.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he says with a shrug as he pulls away from her building, and damn if she doesn’t feel a jolt of anticipation race up her spine. She knows that nothing has to happen tonight, that Ben would go to bed perfectly happy even if they don’t do anything more than cuddle while they watch TV – which is exactly why they’re not going to stop at cuddling, not if she has any say in this.

And Ben’s made it pretty clear that she does.

Rey leans back – of course he’s got the most comfortable leather seats she’s ever sat in – and watches him drive in silence for a while, smiling back at him when he catches on and turns to her with a shy little curve on his lips. “So, to recap,” she says as they reach a red light, “the plan is to go to your place and for you to make use of that fully-stocked fridge of yours while I use up your hot water, right?”

“Yup,” Ben replies, and she shouldn’t find the way he pops the p and accompanies it with a tap of his fingers against the wheel as endearing as she does, but even now, even when he thinks that’s all there is to this evening, his excitement is palpable.

So she takes a deep breath and throws all caution to the wind. “Okay, great. Here’s what’s actually going to happen: I’m going to wash this delightful eau de Cantina off me, we’re going to have dinner, and then you’re going to show me just how comfortable your bed is.”

The light turns green, but Rey’s too busy trying not to laugh at Ben’s wide eyes and dropped jaw to focus on that. She leans forward and curls two fingers under his chin, closes his mouth for him while Ben continues to blink at her as if she’s just told him the sky is red.

“Go, Ben,” she tells him when he fails to snap out of it, and it takes a pointed look at the traffic light before Ben gets the message and jumps back into motion.

“So, um,” he mumbles as he turns onto the street both he and Poe live on. Thankfully Poe lives two buildings away, making it extremely unlikely that she’ll run into him tomorrow morning. “What you said, about the bed…”

Rey could put him out of his misery, but it’s so much fun watching him flail for words – especially compared to his usual snarky attitude and quick wit. Besides, as far as she’s concerned, she’s made herself perfectly clear.

“It’s just,” Ben gathers up the nerve to say as he pulls into a spot across the street, “I mean, I think I know what you’re talking about but I don’t wanna be, you know, presumptuous or anything–”

God, this is too much for her heart to handle.

He puts the car in park, and the second Rey’s sure he’s not going to accidentally floor it, she grabs a fistful of his shirt and pulls him in for a kiss.

Ben’s too stunned to do anything other than freeze up at first, but the little noise of protest that rips past his lips when she pulls away is enough for Rey.

“What if I want you to be presumptuous?”

“Oh,” he mumbles against her lips while Rey wraps her arms around his neck and slides her fingers into his hair. “Oh. Okay then,” Ben says, trying for casual and failing miserably, and Rey can’t help but laugh at the strangled note in his voice.

But then he’s lunging forward to release her seat belt and pull her across the console and muffle her laughter with his lips, and Rey’s last coherent thought is thank god for Twitter.

Okay, first things first: this was originally meant to be a tiny 300-words-at-most bonus scene, and I didn’t realize it’d turned into a full-blown chapter until after I finished writing the damn thing. So please, go easy on it.

If you enjoyed this, you have your fellow readers to thank for planting the idea of more in my mind. Special thanks to @shadesofstubbornness for the breakfast pajamas idea!

I’ll see you guys tomorrow for the epilogue, which is literally just five hundred words of text messages. Until then, thank you for reading and please don’t hesitate to like/reblog/comment!

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[byebyemyblues]

A badly written note

It's a Monday and it's 5 am. I've only had 3 hours of sleep. The sun's barely out. I can feel the cold breeze from outside the window I always leave wide open at night. My roommate's still asleep. She has a class at 8 am, mine's at 1 pm. I stare at the view outside my window. I fall asleep forgetting about the handouts I have to read, the problems I have to solve.

It's 7 am and I'm awake again. The sun's out but it's still cold. I can hear my roommate shuffling around the room. Maybe she's making herself breakfast, a cup of warm milk with oats or maybe she's putting on some make up like she usually do. I turn to her and confirm that's she's doing the latter. I turn my back from her and feel myself drift back to sleep. Brushing away all the thoughts about my papers, the formulas I have to remember, and the theories I have to keep in mind.

I wake up again and it's 9 am. The sun is high up and the air is warm. I get up and fix my bed. Turn on the kettle and prepare my breakfast. A cup of warm milk with oats. Sometimes with a slice or two of banana bread. I hear the kettle turn off, I fill my cup with warm water and rip a packet of milk. I sit and stir. It's noisy outside, I can hear kids from the nearby elememtary school but it's still noisier inside my head.

I sit and stir and sip and then it's all gone. So I turn to my bed, stuff from last night's study session all over it. I grab a book and read. Suddenly, it's 10 am and I have to prepare myself for my classes that will start in a few hours.

It's 11 am. I take one last glance at the mirror. I'm all done. Make up on, a nice pair of flats, shorts--my review school is just a few blocks anyway. I grab my sweater and leave, not forgetting to close the windows, unplug the cords, and lock the door.

Three flights after, and I'm out. The street is busy. There are kids and parents walking home from school. I walk my way to the convenience store. Walking past my landlord's store, some stray dogs, a tattoo shop, and a dormitory.

I pull the door, smiling at the staff inside. Sometimes I wonder if they already recognize me from my countless visits. Sometimes I think they pity me.

I pick up my lunch and pay and grab a piece of banana to make my meal quite healthy. I smile again at the staff, not forgetting to thank them.

Another hour slip by and I'm full, I think. I throw my garbage near the door and push past it. I walk straight ahead. Four to five blocks after, I'm in front of my school building.

I walk to the entrance and the security guard hands me another pile of papers. Another set. Maybe a lesson, theory questions or problems.

Third floor, Room 4, Row 8, Seat 7. It's still early theres only a handful of students, including me.

It's around 1 pm and there's almost 300 people inside the lecture. The AC's on so it's cold. I sit for 4 hours straight, looking at the white board. Oftentimes, I listen to the lecture. I participate in the discussions. Other times, I stare blankly at whoever is talking in front, mindlessly copying whatever's on the board. My head's asking me why am I doing all of this. I stop and stare and then continue, not knowing the answer to that and not understanding anything I'm doing.

It's 5 pm and the day's over. I can finally go. I walk back to the convenience store and grab some dinner. I eat at other places too but the convenience store is where I'm comfortable dining at. I finish and walk back to the apartment.

Fourth floor. Room 402. I unlocked the door and see my roommate bent over her work. She's furiously pressing her calculator. She sees me come in and smile. She then goes back to her work.

I take a shower and change into some comfortable clothes. I head to my desk.

Read. Write. Solve. Read. Write. Solve. Read. Write. Write. Solve. Solve. Solve. If you can't solve a question, you're dumb. If you can't apply what you've read, just go ahead and read it again.

It's 2 am and I'm exhausted. I leave my notes on the desk, put the books at the side of my bed. I fix the curtains and lay down. I fall asleep without anything in mind.

It's a Tuesday and it's 5 am. I've only had 3 hours of sleep. The sun's barely out. I get up early, open my books. I read a few paragraphs and write down notes. My mind wanders off and my eyes are staring far off. It's 5 am. The sun's barely out. It's cold. I go back to sleep thinking about where the purpose of my life went.

[the-salamanders-xo]

Humans Are Space Orcs: A Mash Up

My first post has over 300 notes, and given I have like, 9 followers (hiya peeps!), that's great. Gonna try for a short (ish) story thats been rattling around my head for a bit, see how it works out.

This may have several parts, so hold on to ya butts!

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Karry huddled in the corner of the cramped compartment in which she had spent all too long. Outside the sealed doors the drag of inhuman feet drifted and echoed through the vast emptiness of the ship, and she knew from painful experience that very, very few of their owners where friendly.

Only a few days before she had emerged from relative safety to seek water and food, driven by the pains in her belly and brain and the instinct to survive. Food and water had been found, but so had the owners of those echoing noises.

The ship, once the palace-ship of some Collector's race, stuffed with samples of riches and flora and fauna of a thousand worlds, now in a period of weeks reduced to drifting wreckage, the original owner's bridge their tomb.

They had picked her up in the alley of some trash-strewn city on Earth, half frozen and starved, a homeless urchin of the streets and suburbs. At first she was grateful to be saved from certain death, but gratitude soon soured to resentment as she realized that they had no intention to let her go her own way.

She did not know what had caused the other prisoners to burst their bounds, or even what had allowed them to. Only that the ship had shuddered, the lights dimmed to near darkness, and no food or water had ever made their way to her small prison.

When hunger drove her out to search for necessities, the skills and habits learned from life on the streets served her well. Hiding in the shadows, listening to the sounds of the new rulers of the ship as the restlessly patrolled, and memorizing the way back to her sanctuary, it was four days before she saw her first true alien.

It was a corridor ripped and shredded by something Karry couldn't have even guessed at. Pipes and wires were exposed, and foam hardened by air marked where emergency systems had detected atmosphere leaks and engaged automatically.

She carefully contorted herself to avoid the wires and jagged metal shards, and so deep was her concentration that she almost didn't hear the sibilant hiss of the striking predator before it struck.

A sticky tongue of yellow and purple shot from the darkness of a section of enlightened corridor, catching the corner of her eye, and she twisted her head painfully to avoid the spikes and barbs that coated it's slimy membrane. It caught on a fallen plate of alloy, and pulled back with savage speed. The plate flew with it, whipping around and cracking against Karry's temple with a dull thud, spinning her to the deck. She fumbled for a handhold as she lost her footing and her vision with the blow, pulling a length of pipe from the wall with a groan.

Through tears of pain, her fingers cupping the side of her head, and the blood that began flowing sluggishly from beneath her hand, she saw the creature begin. To glow a sickly phosphorescent green as it crawled from hiding. Its glow revealed what remained of what ever victims it had already claimed as the metal plate dropped to its previous meals, great shells of keratin or bones and skulls from nothing Karry recognized. The alien, a great purple gelatinous mass of limbs and glowing organs, opened a great wide maw to strike at her again.

She raised her arm to protect herself, and the tongue struck the up raised long like a bat. Spines and barbs penetrated the thin jumpsuit she wore and into her flesh, binding and searing, before dragging her back towards a hungry maw. Her right arm clung to the bent pipe in the wall with desperate strength, even as she screamed from fear and pain and surprise and oh Lord the Pain! Adrenaline courses through her veins as the barbs tore and ripped her skin, and some sick venom poured I to her blood. The tongue lost it's grip just as the pipe separated from the wall with a loud clang, and Karry scrambled up from the deck to flee, swinging the pipe as a staff to part the wires.

In the corner of her eye the creature seemed to pause and it's light dim, and for a second she thought it would give up on her, but it's wide mouth opened again and it shot the tongue out again. This time it caught her foot, throwing her to the deck like a sack of potatoes and dragging her back toward the horror.

Twisting around she tried to hit the thing's appendage with the pipe, in hopes of releasing herself from it, but it did not seem to noticed her panic filled blows. With no other option, she kept swinging and a scream she later realized came from her echoed down the corridor. The pipe clanged against the deck again in her struggle, and again the creature lost it's grip on her and it's light dimmed. Now it was but a silhouette in the shadow, and Karry's brain connected the dots.

Sound. Sound was her key to escape.

Slamming her weapon to the deck, the metallic clang of sound definitely produced a reaction. The creature dimmed more, until only the cavernous mouth with it's sickly tongue could be seen retreating.

She struck the deck again and it retreated farther back. She slowly limped back the way she had came, blood and pain making her footing uncertain, but the metal pipe and it's noise kept the thing at bay.

Rounding the corner she hurried as best she could back to her small compartment, to the jury-rigged lock and door she had pried open in search of water and food, every sound and vibration making her freeze in place. Finally reaching safety, she collapsed against the sealed door, as panicked strength and wet tears dripped from her like rain. She didn't know how long she lay there, but when she finally stood, she nearly fell again from the pain.

The barbs and venom of the tongue had tore deep into her left arm and foot, and for a few terrifying moments after she had torn off strips from her suit and bound them over the wounds and the continued to bleed she thought she would die then and there from the loss of blood. But sure enough, the blood flow slowed and she slowly slumped against the bulkhead, too tired to even drag her self the few feet to the flat hard bed in the compartment. There she sat, silent tears of pain and fear, the fear of dying alone and far, oh so very far, from the only home she had ever know. Silently those tears fell, but before long they were joined with real sobs, the first sound besides panicked screams and pained breaths she had made since who knew when, before consciousness faded and she slumped down in sleep.

~~~

When the ship had been built, it was designed purely for the comfort and pleasure of its possessors. Denizens of a dying world, rich beyond measure and proud, so sickly proud of their race's superiority, they sought not only to escape the pull of the entropy of their civilization, but to deny such a thing had ever occurred. They wanted comfort, their bread and circuses, and so they fled.

At every world they came across, they stole a piece. A citizen, a gem, a new pet to amuse them, in their arrogance they did as they pleased, forever fleeing and denying their flight.

This was their end.

They made the mistake of abducting the four alien troops on a lonely outpost on an equally lonely moon, soldiers and warriors of a 'empire'. They laughed at the thought; how could something named a Klingon presume such?

When those Klingons voiced their objection to their imprisonment, they laughed. The second time, their so-called playthings did not give them the chance to do so again. They stormed the bridge, and decadent as they were they fought to the last, slain for their insult, the last of a meaningless breed. There, too, the Klingons perished, satisfied with their honorable deaths and in their revenge.

But as the automated systems remained. As parts and section walls failed, killing vital components and releasing the former playthings, the ship dropped out of its FTL drive. It drifted through the interstellar medium at a velocity humanity could never have dreamed of seeing, making Karry the first human to have traveled at anything close to relativistic speeds.

But no ship, however expensive or vast, nor the importance of purpose or lack thereof, is immune to physics. In the weeks after, eventually it began to pass through the very edges of a star system, and even in the vastness of space collisions happen.

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An acrid smell wafted through the compartment, accompanied with a guttural language whose sharp tones pulled at Karry's ears. Bright lights instantly illuminated her face with unbearable intensity, and she blinked up at them.

"W-what? Who's there, what do you want?"

The ceiling chirped, and the voice spoke again. "Language verified: Terran, Eng-leesh. Repeating message. Attention all occupants: collision imminent. Please enter your designated crash-couch or rest-zone immediately. This is not a drill."

The ceiling chirped again as the voice, computerized and cold, fell silent, and the wall dislodged a panel, tilting down and opening. A bed, or something like it, like a tube or giant pipe. For a minute or two, Karry just stared, until the chirps came again.

"Please enter the rest-zone." The voice, now sounding slightly impatient, jarred her from her daze. Limping to the now-open capsule, she swung her injured leg up and in, laying herself down on the foam pad. She lay there for a moment.

"So, now wha-" Midway into her sentence, a sleeve of some rubber-plastic material for itself over her uninjured arm, and from the bottom of the enclosed space an amber gel spurted up, starting to enclose her legs and lower torso. "What?! Hey, the hell is going on? What is this stuff?"

A different voice, slightly deeper and slower, answered.

"Please remain calm. You are being monitored for elevated stress levels. To prevent injury, an anti-ballistic gel solution will enclose sufficient body mass to secure you. Do not be alarmed."

"Oh, right" Karry snapped. "Like being abducted, fighting off goo monsters, and being trapped in a coffin is going to do anything else!"

Silence ensued. Then:

"Medical scans indicate toxins in your system. Suggest immediate medical care. To stabilize your condition until such can be provided, you will be injected with a universal neutralizing agent."

Karry pounded her fist against the glass 'view plate' above her head. "How about no? Does that stuff even work on me? You're aliens! Or, maybe I am, but whatever!" She slammed the glass again. "Don't just pump me full of that crap!"

What ever it was, the computer charged with her medical care didn't seem to listen. The sleeve around her arm tightened, and a sharp prick told her that it was indeed injecting the agent. All she could do was fine in silence. The silence stretched on and on, with occasional chirps from the computer and a growing sense of dread. Imminent collision? What the heck was going on? Obviously no one was really controlling the ship anymore, it must be on autopilot or something.

And if they hadn't hit anything by now just how far away was this collision? Why hadn't it happened yet?

Every moment was a torment, but what came next was even worse.

"Attention," the computer said. "Collision in t-minus 30 seconds. Cyro-freeze initiated.” Karry felt sudden heat and cold flow from the sleeve and the needles jabbed beneath her skin, and the air was pumped out. 

“Wait, I can’t breathe-” The air left her lungs, just after the various compounds and chemicals flooded her system, shutting down every organ and microbe. Still trying to shout and pounding at the glass, Karry was left a statue frozen in cold-hardened gel, nervous signals frozen.

~~~

Moments after the ship wide shutdown, the ship and comet collided. Both were fragmented upon impact, shards of hull plating and chunks of icy rock scattered into the void. Karry’s compartment was left open to space, peeled like a fruit by the explosive decompression, and Karry’s unwilling refuge only meters away from cold space. 

There she floated, moving faster than most anything Man had ever flown, almost halfway to light speed, for how long she would not know...

Until the wreckage eventually found its way into another distant solar system, and the automatic distress beacons in her pod were heard by a lonely soldier among the stars.

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So ends Part 1. My first try at sharing something of my story telling with someone besides a sibling, I hope it works just as well outside my head as in.

This will cross into Star Trek, mostly the DS9 and Next Generation stuff, and I’ll be trying to put in some stuff I’ve seen in other fiction. None of this is meant to violate copyright, it’s just fanfic and my mental musings, so hopefully this covers my butt if any lawyers come calling. 

Next part should be up within the month, so like, share and reblog if you like, cause that is my best motivation here.