#deep roads -> mountain vacation

[flashhwing]

every fandom i'm in i'm like "oh i'm gonna write them all just hanging out and having a good time at a mountain house" n then i never do but THIS TIME it's a PLOT POINT in the modern au so i have to (they say, ignoring the fact that they're not actually planning to write the modern au)

#deep roads -> mountain vacation #qunari invasion -> bank robbery #i have. no idea how the last straw translates #blowing up the chantry was like a reasonable progression in game from everything #but blowing up (not a chantry i am not blowign up a religious institution in a modern au) seems a bit. extreme #the last straw modern au 'justice comes to town and convinces anders to ...........' #drawing a blank here #this has been a post #dragon age modern au

[lovelyjj]

I love your writing. I’m not sure if this request is to angsty but I was thinking about jj and a reader who got diagnosed with cancer but can’t afford chemo, and she only has a small amount of time left but wants jj to move on without her. With the prompts ‘you need to move on’ ‘don’t leave me’ and ‘I can’t lose you’? It’s ok if you can’t do this one.

<3

No Goodbye

jj maybank x reader

wc: 2.8k

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(not my gif)

The day was gloomy, the clouds were a dark kind of grey casting a darkness on the land. The sun was dipping below the horizon letting only the last remaining light being seen.

JJ was in the doctors office a nervous wreck. He was worried about the results of the biopsy. If it was good news the doctor would of called but they asked you to come in person to discuss the results.

JJ was practically pulling out his hair. He didn’t know what to think. All he knew was that his girl was in there and she might be getting life altering news. All JJ wanted to do was be there for you.

JJ’s breath hitched in his throat when he saw you walk out. You looked like you have been crying but you didn’t want JJ to see that. You did your best to try and hide it. You stopped crying and wiped your face so you were able to walk out looking some what decent.

Looking at JJ who was waiting for you made your stomach drop. You were going to have to tell him the news. Your heart throbbed because you were going to break his heart, which was the last thing you ever wanted to do.

You made your way down the hall and into the waiting room. JJ smiled at you hoping that by some chance there was good news. You gave him a weak smile in return but you didn’t want to give him false hope.

JJ waited for you to speak. You took a deep breath mentally preparing yourself for the conversation your about to have.

“I have Leukemia, blood cancer,” you stated sadly.

“What?” JJ stood there mouth agape with his whole world coming crashing down.

“The cancer is in my blood.”

“Is it treatable?” JJ asked.

“Yes but i can’t afford it.”

“So what happens now?”

“Well they said I could live for many years without treatment.”

JJ was about to break. He couldn’t even begin to think about you being gone. He couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t let his mind go there. The thought of loosing you made him go insane.

JJ sucked in his tears and said, “That’s a pretty good chance.”

“Yeah. I’m sure I’ll beat the odds.”

Your relationship with JJ was very special. The two of you loved each other very much. The love you shared could move mountains. You were always together. You had a closeness like no other. JJ always showed you compassion.

Now that you had cancer your relationship only improved. JJ was very attentive to your needs and he supported you a hundred percent. He took care of you and made sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

Despite having cancer you had a positive attitude. You wanted to remain strong for JJ.

The two of you decided to take a vacation. A small one just the two you. You wanted to get away and take your mind off things. The doctors said it was ok because you weren’t going far.

You took a road trip to Myrtle Beach. It was about a 2 hour drive from Charleston. JJ wanted to treat you to something nice because you deserved it.

When you arrived at the hotel you were excited. The room was big and fancy and you were pleased.

“This is beautiful,” you commented.

“Yeah it is,” JJ replied.

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

“It’s no problem baby.”

“Are you tired? We could take a nap,” JJ offered.

“Yeah maybe.”

You and JJ decided to take a nap to rejuvenate. Afterwards you would be ready to explore. JJ held you close, cuddling you and wrapping his arms around you. You were situated under his chin, face in his chest and legs tangled together.

When you woke up you felt refreshed. You gave JJ a kiss on his cheek to wake him up. He groggily grumbled something and tightened his hold on you. You nudged your nose with his and smiled.

“Good morning sleepy baby,” you spoke.

“Good morning pretty baby,” JJ responded.

“We should get up and do something,” you suggested.

“5 more minutes,” JJ mumbled.

Of course you granted his wish, agreeing to stay in bed a little longer, and bask in each other’s presence.

You decided to go on your phone and look up attractions. You found out there was an Aquarium and a shopping mall.

“Would you want to go to an Aquarium?” You asked JJ.

“Yeah I’d love to,” JJ replied.

The two of you left your hotel and made your way to the Aquarium. It was a big place full of all kinds of sea creatures.

“Look at the sting rays,” you pointed.

“Woah those are sick!” JJ expressed.

You and JJ walked around the aquarium hand in hand looking at all there was to see.

“Are you having fun?” you asked.

“Yes i’m having a blast, but i usually always have a blast when I’m with you.”

“Your sweet,” you smiled.

“How you feeling?” JJ questioned. He couldn’t help but worry about you. He only wanted to keep you safe and healthy.

“I’m great,” you said truthfully.

“Good.”

There was a seating area that looked over a glass filled with fish. The two of you decided to sit down and gaze at the sea creatures.

JJ threw his arm around your waist pulling you close. You rested your head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent, letting it wash over you and calm you down.

The aquarium was beautiful and you were glad you decided to go.

“You know I fall more and more in love with you every day.” JJ hummed.

“Your so sweet, I love you to the moon and back.” You smiled.

JJ kissed the top of your head. The two of you looked at all the fishes in awe.

Then you got up and walked some more all around the aquarium until you saw every inch of every attraction.

When you got back to the hotel you were both tired. You decided to lay down together on the hotel bed. JJ was playing with your hair looking at you lovingly.

“Jayj?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” JJ replied.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Maybe, what is it?” JJ asked.

“When I’m gone I want you to spread my ashes in the ocean,” you looked at JJ sincerely.

“Y/n. Don’t you dare talk like that,” JJ hissed.

“What? I’m just planning ahead,” you shrugged.

“You shouldn’t be planning just yet, but your gonna make it, I know it,” JJ insisted.

“You can’t know that for sure,” you countered.

“Maybe, but I believe in you,” JJ smiled.

“JJ…”

“What?“

“I don’t want to give you false hope,” you expressed.

“Your not,” JJ replied.

“Listen JJ, I’m just trying to save you from major grief,” you stated.

“I don’t need saving I’m in it for the long haul,” JJ explained.

You sighed, deciding that you didn’t want to argue with him, so you placed a kiss on his cheek and turned around in his hold and went to bed.

The next day the two of you went shopping at the mall. The day after that you watched the sunset together at the beach. Next you took a walk on one of the golf courses. Eventually your trip came to a end and you had to go back home.

The two of you weren’t that excited to return back to reality. The vacation was much needed and gave you a nice escape from the everyday pressures. You did however have to go back to worrying about your cancer which both of you dreaded.

When you arrived home, JJ made it his mission to make sure you get to do everything life has to offer. And you got to because of him.

——————

You were at the pier after you guys got some ice cream. The weather outside was perfect. It was a nice day to walk along the pier.

“Wanna try mine?” you asked.

JJ opened his mouth you fed it to him.

“Yummy!”

After you were done with your ice cream JJ started chasing you. You giggled as you ran away from him. When he caught you he scooped you up and spun you around.

JJ set you down and you looked at him lovingly. JJ was your whole world and more. He was your safe place and number one person. He was your rock and shoulder to cry on. Without him you don’t know what you would do with yourself.

“Jayj, tell me a secret,” you asked.

“What kind of secret?” he responded.

“Any secret,” you replied.

“Ok. I’m madly in love with you.”

You couldn’t help the big smile that took over your face. “No I mean a real secret.”

“Hm ok let’s see. One time at school I went to the bathroom to smoke a joint and when I came back the teacher asked if i was high. I told her yes and then she sent me to the principals office. Instead of going there I walked home.” JJ finished his story smiling.

“Are you for real? That’s hilarious!”

“Now you got to tell me one,” JJ smirked.

“Ok,” you took a deep breath, “I’m afraid of sharks.”

“Wait seriously?!” JJ asked.

“Yep. That’s why when we go surfing I get really scared and just watch instead.”

“Oh my god, i’m so sorry,” JJ apologized

“No don’t be I enjoy watching you surf, brings me peace.” you replied calmly.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know that,” JJ laughed.

“Well now you know,” you gave him a small smile.

“You want to know what else i’m afraid off,” you began.

“What?”

“Dying.”

“Oh baby. That’s not gonna happen any time soon,” JJ comforted.

“You never know,” you voiced nervously.

“Maybe I don’t know but i’m gonna be with you every step of the way,” JJ concluded.

“Thank you,” you gave JJ a hug.

——————

Then what JJ didn’t expect so soon was your decline. You were in bad shape. You were declining and getting worse. The doctors reassured you and JJ that they were doing everything they could. JJ wanted to remain strong for you, no matter how hard it seemed.

You were admitted to the hospital a few weeks later. The hospital was far from homey. It made you feel depressed, but you tried to keep a smile on your face for JJ.

JJ was with you every step of the way. He was always there. He’d sleep in uncomfortable hospital chairs which you told him he can sleep with you in your bed. He refused something about giving you space but you insisted.

To pass the time the two of you would talk or watch TV. You were getting weaker and weaker so you decided it was time for the inevitable.

“JJ,” your voice came out pained.

“Yes baby?” JJ responded.

“I don’t want you to watch me die,” you whispered.

“Don’t talk like that, you’re going to live. If anyone can beat this it’s you.”

“I want you to live your life to the fullest without me,” you spoke softly.

“Baby please,” JJ begged as his eyes filled up with tears.

“You need to move on,” you stated firmly.

“I don’t want to move on,” JJ cried.

“JJ please don’t make this difficult.”

“I’m not trying to I just am having a hard time processing everything.” JJ choked out.

“I love you but you have to let me go.” you explained.

“Y/N please don’t do this,” JJ pleaded.

“I’m trying to save you from suffering later on,” you delicately said.

“I don’t need you to protect me. I’m in this for the long haul,” JJ expressed.

“I need you to listen to me. Please. I want you to forget about me. Let me go. I don’t wanna break your heart by dying.”

“Baby-“

“No JJ i’m serious. I want you to move on without me, please.”

“I’ll try,” JJ’s voice betraying him.

Despite what JJ said he had no intention of moving on. You were his whole world. He wanted to be with you every step of the way.

JJ was at the hospital constantly. It was like he never left. JJ went to get some food and when he came back you were asleep.

JJ went up to you and stroked your head. “My baby girl,” he whispered.

You stirred a little bit remained asleep. JJ was staring at you in awe because you were prefect in his eyes. You were his angel.

“Please don’t leave me,” JJ whispered.

JJ was thinking about what life would be like without you. He begged his mind not to go there but he couldn’t help it. He would be devastated. There would be no life without you. You were his whole world, without you there would be no point.

“Jayj,” you whispered.

“Yes, baby,” JJ responded.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Yes I should be. I should always be here.”

“I want you to move on,” you stated seriously.

“I’m not ready for that. I can’t lose you,” JJ cried.

“You haven’t lost me yet. I’m still in love with you, I just want you to move forward,” you expressed.

“I’m not going anywhere, til death do us part,” JJ replied.

“Come here,” you opened your arms for him to jump into.

JJ breathed a sigh of relief and accepted your request. He got onto your bed and slid in next to you. He tucked you under his chin and you both hugged each other.

The two of you were in your own little world, enjoying each other’s presence. JJ held onto you like his life depended on it. He didn’t want to let you go.

JJ reluctantly went home to shower and change and rejuvenate. When he came back to the hospital he was waking down the hall when he ran into your mom.

“Hi JJ,” your mom spoke.

“Hi, mrs. y/l/n, how is she?” JJ responded.

“She’s gone, I’m so sorry,” your mothers eyes filled up with tears yet again.

“No she can’t be gone I never got to say goodbye,” JJ cried.

“She left this for you sweetie,” She handed him a envelope.

It read: To my sunshine boy

It was in the same loopy letters as your handwriting and it brought JJ to tears.

To: My Sunshine Boy

I want you to know that you made my life worth while. My time spent with you was some of the best times of my life. I cherish everything that you have done for me. It was an honor being your girlfriend. I loved you more than I’ve ever thought possible. More than anything. The amount of times you brought me joy or made me laugh is uncountable.

You are a ray of sunshine on my darkest days. I will never be more thankful for whatever higher power gave me you. When I’m gone I promise to wait for you in the afterlife. Please don’t be too heartbroken when I’m gone. I hate to of made you upset.

I want you to fall in love again. I want you to fall in love with someone else and have your heart belong to them. I want you to live your life to the fullest and live with no regrets.

I hope you know how proud I am of you, for all your accomplishments. I’m proud of you for standing up to your dad. You were given a shitty deal of cards in life but you are so much more than what you were dealt. Im so grateful for having you in my life. I don’t know what I would of done without you.

You are the most driven, and hardworking person i’ve ever met. You are amazing human being who is strong and loving. Being loved by you was one of my greatest memories. I can not thank you enough for treating me with respect and kindness each and every day we were together.

You have made me the happiest girl in the world. Being with you has been the highlight of my whole life. You have been my guardian angel and I can’t thank you enough for taking care of me.

Thank you for being the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. You are the love of my entire life.

all my love,

y/n

JJ was balling his eyes out by the end of your letter. He couldn’t believe you were gone. He refused to accept it. He couldn’t let you go even though he knew he needed to.

The past few weeks have been really hard for JJ. His house was a mess, empty beer bottles littering the floor. He really let himself go. He didn’t see a point in trying anymore. What is life when the love of your life dies.

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[gretavangroupie]

Drift

Word count: 7.2k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fluff.

 “Two percent?!” you screech.

Looking down at the cellphone in your lap as you follow the winding directions you see the red battery icon and your anxiety starts to bloom. Your signal has been spotty at best and the constant in and out of service has drained your battery quicker than anticipated. With another hour to go you are starting to panic. Of course your phone would die while you are somewhere in the mountains. 

It started snowing last night, and unfortunately has stuck around. So when the snow didn’t stop this morning you knew you would be in for an eventful drive home. Six inches turned into ten very quickly, and the roads were becoming slick. Your little sedan was not equipped for this type of weather, something you were pretty sure you wouldn't experience in Nashville but boy were you wrong.  

The two lane road you found yourself upon currently was slightly off the beaten path, on the side of a mountain. Houses sprinkled in here and there, with their long winding driveways, painted white in a wintery scene. In different circumstances you would think it was quite beautiful, but right now, your white knuckle grip on the steering wheel has made you feel differently. Your windshield wipers are going full blast, further obscuring your view of the winding back road. You glance down to your phone to check the directions.

Four miles until you turn right.

As you read the directions out, you're met with a loud thump as your car moves 60 miles per hour over a perfectly placed pot hole, jostling you, your car and its contents.

“Shit!” you cry out as your head bounced back on the headrest.

Reaching down to pick your phone up off the floor, you type in your password and unlock it. But that was all it took. That measly 1% was gone in an instant. Panic swept over you, all you knew was that you had 4, maybe 3 miles now until you turn right. But what about the rest of the directions?

Okay, next shopping center I see, I will stop and grab a car charger. 

The snow is falling quickly, and the sun is setting, leaving you to only rely on the light from your hi beams. You swallow thickly as you squint to see the lines on the road. You haven’t seen a car pass you in what feels like forever. 

I knew it was a bad idea to get off the interstate.

You saw it, but it was too late. You couldn't react in time. If you slammed on your breaks your car would go sliding into the ravine. So you hit it. Whatever it was. It looked like a crow bar or some type of bent metal. That's what it sounded like too. As your car met with the object you heard a loud popping and you knew your night just got ten times worse. Your car began to limp further down the road with a metallic clatter against the wet asphalt.

You see a driveway in the distance and decide to push forward to pull into it, against your better judgment. As you pull off into the entry of the long driveway you put your car in park and immediately get out and see that your front left tire is completely blown out. The combination of the pothole earlier, and whatever that metal thing was, has left you stranded in the drift of someone's driveway. 

You get back into your car and grab your phone, realizing that it died 15 minutes ago. As you sit back into the seat you rub your hands over your face and wonder what you did to deserve this. You turn on your hazard lights and pray that someone drives by and stops. But you know the likelihood of that happening is slim. Anyone with half a brain knows better than to drive in conditions like this. 

As you wrack your brain for what to do, it occurs to you. 

Maybe, there is someone in the house at the end of this driveway…

You know that this area that you are in is home to most peoples vacation homes, tucked deep into the side of the mountain. The chances of someone being here are small, but not zero. You grab your coat out of the backseat and put it on. From the looks of it, this driveway is fairly long and the snow is piled high and growing by the minute.

Turning off your car, you grab your dead cell phone, and your keys and get out. Now that the sun had set it was dark, and the wind was cutting like a thousand knives. You lock your useless car and shove your keys into your coat pocket. You pull your hood over your head and thank yourself for choosing a pair of sensible boots this morning. 

As you walk the long snowy, gravel lined driveway you think to yourself that it must be a mile long, and uphill at that. Just as you think it could stretch on for another mile, you see a soft yellow light ahead of you. A light is on in the house. 

Oh my god, someone is here.

Knowing that the house more than likely is warm, has your feet picking up their pace and landing you at the edge of the trees, opening up to the clearing where the occupied house sits. There is one car parked outside of the house and you can hear the soft vibrations of noise from inside. The house is large, old, and wooden. You can see that there are two stories and the ivy growing on the side of the house gives it a certain type of rustic charm you don't see too often anymore. There is smoke filling the air, coming from a chimney, and huge glass windows adorn the entire front of the house.  

As you step up to the porch you brush the snow off of your coat and hood, pulling your frozen hand out of your pocket and nervously knocking on the black wooden front door.  

The large glass window set into the door has you holding your breath as you see a figure approaching from across the house. Pulling a hoodie over their torso, they peer through the glass to see you standing there and run their hand over their face, as the door opens.

“How did you get this address?” he says. 

You nervously stare back at him, “I– I didn’t…my car –I hit something. My phone is dead– I…” you stammer.

“You hit something?!” he asks, shocked.

“Yeah, it was dark, and the snow – I couldn't see. I think it was a crowbar or something.” you reply anxiously.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking concerned.  

“Yeah, I am okay. I am so sorry to bother you. My front tire blew out and my phone is dead so I can’t call Triple A…Do you think I could borrow your phone or, could you call, or…” you stammer.

“Yes, absolutely, come in. It’s freezing.” he says, opening the door. You can feel the warmth radiating from inside and graciously step into the house.

“Do you have your phone? I can plug it in?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah!” you say fumbling into your coat pocket and handing him the freezing device. 

“My god, your hands are freezing! Here, come sit here by the fire.” he says, leading you from the front door, and into the open, spacious living room. He points to the couch next to the fireplace and says he will be right back. He runs up the wooden staircase and you can hear some banging around upstairs before you see him quickly flying back down the stairs, waving a phone charger in his hand. 

You look around the house, and are intrigued by the charm of the renovated old home. The cobblestone fireplace, the wooden beams adorning nearly every inch of the walls and ceiling. It’s a split level home but it has an open floor plan, granting you visual access to almost every part of the house. Small sets of stairs lead to various rooms and loft areas. It’s a very uniquely designed floor plan, and you are interested in the history of the home. Admiring its charming old quality, your eyes flit around but stop when you see the massive windows. You are instantly taken with the wall of windows providing a picturesque view of the snowy scene outside. It’s very charming and you find yourself relaxing into the cozy couch by the fireplace, staring into the snowy sight. 

“Better?” he asks, walking down the steps into the living room, before sitting in a chair across from you. 

Realizing how you must look, you shoot straight up and fix your posture. “Oh, yeah. Yes. Thank you. This is a really cool home.” you say nervously fidgeting with your coat. 

“Oh, thank you, I moved in about two years ago now. Still fixing things up here and there. Trying to bring it up to date without losing its rustic qualities.” he smiles. “I’m Josh by the way.”

“Oh, god, how rude I didn't even ask your name before I made myself at home on your couch.” you laugh. You introduce yourself and shake his hand, which is much warmer than yours and oddly soft. The room is dimly lit by the floor lamp in the corner and the small fixtures illuminating the bookcase in the upstairs loft. The fireplace is glowing brightly behind you. You can see the flames dancing along rhythmically in his eyes. Honey brown and glossy, he must have been drinking before you interrupted his night. 

“When my phone turns on, I will call Triple A and I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” you say biting your lip.

“What in the world are you doing driving in this weather?” he asks.

“I was driving back home. I went to visit my parents for the week. The traffic on 40 was so bad, I decided to take a back road thinking it would be faster, but then I got lost and my phone was dying, then this happened... It was not a good choice in hindsight.” you laugh. 

“You’re brave. I’m from Michigan and even I wouldn’t be driving right now.” he smiles, his cheeks scrunching tightly beneath his eyes.

He is sort of…cute. Maybe in different circumstances…

“I know, it’s not too much farther…I think? I feel really bad that I interrupted your night.” you say pointing to the movie that is paused on the TV screen.

“Ahh, don’t worry about it. I’ve seen it a thousand times.” he says, waving his hand in the air.

You focus on it, and recognize the character on the screen. “Is– Is it A Clockwork Orange?” you ask, suspiciously.

He seems taken aback as he replies, “Yeah. Yeah it is…” a twinkle of intrigue in his eyes.

“Cool, that's a great film.” you say, politely.

A small smile forms at the side of his mouth, “Yeah, it really is...” he looks like he wants to say more, but stops himself.

Why do I feel like I am supposed to be here?

“Well, I should go see if my phone is turned on. I have bothered you long enough.” you say standing up, and walking up the small set of stairs into the kitchen. 

“It’s on the kitchen counter by the fridge.” he calls out to you.

As you grab your phone you see it has come back to life, and you quickly dial out the number for Triple A. You lean over onto the counter as the call rings out. You stare out the windows at the snow still continuing to fall and explain to the man on the phone exactly what happened.

“What do you mean…But I don’t…. I can’t get anywhere…. Okay. Alright. Yeah, thank you.” you end the call staring at the screen dumbfounded. 

As you stand there silently trying to figure out your next move you see Josh walk into the kitchen to join you at the counter. He leans his hip onto the countertop, facing you.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, his curly brown hair falling onto his forehead. 

You turn to face him and with a blank face you set your phone back on the counter. “No. Apparently they can’t send any trucks out until the morning after they plow the roads. The snow is too bad on the mountain?” you question.

He shakes his head, “Yeah, I was afraid of that. Listen, I don’t want to sound forward but, you are welcome to stay here until the morning. I have a guest room, and anything you might need.” he says kindly.

“Oh wow, that is so nice of you to offer, but I really feel like I am intruding. I mean, you don’t even know me.” you say. 

“The alternative is what? You sleeping in your freezing cold car? No. I know we don’t know each other, but I am a human being and from one human being to another, please. Stay. You can leave as soon as you’d like in the morning. They should have the roads plowed by 7:00.” he says, scratching the back of his neck. 

You stop for a second to think, but something is pulling you to stay. 

“Are you positive that I am in no way putting you out?” you ask, hesitantly.

“Absolutely not. Glad to lend a helping hand. I mean, you must be alright if you knew I was watching A Clockwork Orange.” he smiles.

You nod your head, agreeing and his face lights up with a smile.

“Should we… finish it?” he asks. You bite your lip and stare at him. You know his brown puppy dog eyes have never been rejected in his life. You can feel it.

“Okay, I guess we could. But can I use the bathroom first?” you ask.

“Oh, of course. If you step through that guest room, it’s in there.” he says pointing across the kitchen. 

“Thank you.” you say nervously.

As you make your way into the bathroom, you quickly relieve yourself and wash your hands, noticing the eclectic artwork hanging on the walls in the bedroom. He has very interesting taste in furniture and decor, but it kind of fits the feel of the house perfectly.  As you make your way back into the living room you step down into the warm space, and see Josh waiting for your return sitting on one side of the couch with his feet crossed on the coffee table. 

“All good?” he asks, he has noticed you have removed your coat and grants you a smile.

“Yeah, thanks. I am sure you didn’t see your night going this way.” you laugh as you sit down on the opposite side of the couch. But you feel it. A magnetism to be closer to him. 

What? You don't even know him…

“You’re right I didn’t but I’m kinda glad it did.” he smirks with sultry eyes.

Maybe he feels it too…

You feel your cheeks blush as he unpauses the movie, and it roars back to life. 

You spend the next hour talking instead of watching the movie, discussing the theories surrounding it and even further discussing Stanley Kubrick. You have a lot of the same opinions on his work and career. Josh is super knowledgeable about film making and even tells you how it was always his dream to be a filmmaker himself. Your heart warms at the fact that he is passionate enough to tell a complete stranger about his dreams.

You talk until the fire in the fireplace dies down and you find yourselves sitting in a dark living room, lit only by the small lamps on the book case. 

He looks over at you and stares for a second, “Let me go grab you some clothes for you to sleep in, I'll be right back.” 

“Oh, that's not necessary, I will be okay, really. I can just sleep in this.” you reply.

“Please, I insist.” he says standing and walking up the stairs, his bare feet padding up the wooden steps. 

You stand awkwardly in the living room, waiting for him to return. You walk over to the windows and stare out at the snow, still falling. You walk back into the living room, and notice the bookcase on the second floor loft. You look around to see if Josh is coming back and when you see that he isn't, you make your way up the stairs and over to the full book shelves. 

Browsing the titles you see a lot of classics. You run your index finger over the spines, stopping on names you recognize. The leather bound books are beautifully displayed and lit with tiny sconces on the front of the shelves. Bending down to look at the next row of books, you are surprised when you notice Josh standing next to you.

“Well, what do you think? Any good ones?” he laughs.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn't mean to pry. Well, actually. Maybe I did.” you smile. “But yeah, all the classics, you are well read.”

“I spend a lot of time traveling, and books are a great way to pass the time. I pull a lot of inspiration from these old books.” he says. He reaches a stack of clothes out to you and your hands brush his. You both recoil and look at each other like you have been zapped by lightning.

Surely he felt that?

You grab the stack from him, and look down. “Thank you.”

He bites his cheek like he wants to say something, but again, doesn’t.

“Come on, I will show you the guest room and get you some blankets.” he says, gesturing for you to follow him.

After a few minutes he has retrieved a few blankets for you and provided you with an extra phone charger, handing them to you with a soft smile. In the dim lighting you can see the dimple that forms in his cheek, perfectly situated above a tiny scar.

“I will turn the heat on a little warmer, sometimes it gets cold because of the windows. If you need me, I’m at the top of the stairs to the left.” he smiles, and shuts the door behind him.

You sit on the bed examining the pile of clothes he has so graciously brought you. A long sleeve white tee shirt and a pair of well loved sweatpants. You peel your clothes off of you, and slide into the much comfier attire. Maybe he was right, this will be warmer.

You plug your phone into the charger and spread the extra blanket over the twin size bed. You flip the switch on the wall and climb into the bed. You lay there hearing the wind whip against the old house. You think about your evening and how it went so completely different than you imagined. You are sleeping in a stranger's bed? The room is quiet except for the sound of the snow falling on the windows. You drift off to sleep and think of the beautiful curly haired man sleeping right above you. 

You wake yourself up shivering. Your eyes open and you're met with total darkness. The light from the alarm clock long gone, the air growing colder by the second. The distant whirr of the refrigerator reduced to nothing. The power must have gone out. Your feet are frozen, hands too. Trying to pull the blankets closer to yourself you realize they are already as close as they could be. Your body shivers under the sheets. If only you had some socks you could make it through until morning. 

You lay there for a few minutes trying to rub your feet together to create some warmth, but nothing was working. Your brain remembers the fire in the living room. It had been a few hours since it had gone out, but surely the hearth was still warm. You grab your phone, and turn on the flashlight, illuminating the floor below you. You quietly twist the door knob on the old door, and tiptoe through the hallway into the kitchen. Looking around, you see that the power is definitely out. Walking quietly down the small set of steps you find a place on the hearth of the fireplace, only to find that it too, has grown cold.

Rubbing your freezing cold hands together you think back to what Josh told you. ‘If you need anything, I’m up the stairs to the left.’ You think about going up there to ask for socks but quickly talk yourself out of it. As you look out the large windows it seems the snow has finally stopped falling, but it has accumulated quite a few inches. More than likely making the power fail. 

You scroll through your phone on the couch, but your service is weak. You can't get anything to load. Tiredness begins to creep in on you as the stinging stiffness in your hands and feel remind you of their temperature. 

Okay, just do it. Just go ask for some socks. Tell him the power is out. He will understand. 

Setting your phone on the coffee table you swallow deeply and quietly make your way up to cold wooden stairs. When you reach the landing you turn to his door, which isn’t a door at all. There is no door, it’s just an open archway. The sight in front of you nearly takes your breath away. He has a fireplace up here, and it is still glowing with embers. Your legs carry you over to it where you place your hands and are greeted with the feeling of warmth. 

Inadvertently you release a sigh as you feel your extremities warming. You hear the bed rustle behind you and you flip around, not even fully realizing that you are standing in this mans bedroom. He leans up on his arm, and you can see his eyes slowly opening as he sees you standing in front of his bed. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks, his voice light and groggy. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just– the power went out, and I was so cold I was just going to come ask you for some socks…” you stammer. “But then I saw the fireplace from the doorway, and my legs carried me here. I thought maybe if I could just warm my hands and feet I would be okay.”

He peels the blanket off of himself and stands up pushing his hair out of his face. His body clad in only his black boxer briefs, showcases his chiseled torso, glowing in the fireplace embers. You have to peel your eyes off of him as he walks across the room. 

He returns a minute later with a pair of wool camping socks, “For your feet.” he says, handing you the socks. You reach out to grab them and his hand brushes yours sending that same electricity through your system.

“My god, you are freezing!” he says. How long have you been awake and cold?” 

Bending down to pull the socks over your feet you answer, “I’m not sure, maybe twenty minutes?” 

“Why didn’t you come up here sooner?” he asks, grabbing your cold hands in his warm ones, rubbing them together to attempt to warm them. 

“Well, you were already nice enough to let me stay here, I didn't want to wake you up too.” you say bashfully. Your eyes travel down his body and back up. “Aren’t you… cold?” you ask.

“No, I’m a warm sleeper.” he answers.

“Ah, that sounds nice.” slips from your mouth before you even can register what you’ve said.

You clamp your hand over your mouth in regret and he smiles, a giggle almost leaving his chest.

“You know, I figured I would lose power. I’m not surprised. How about this… why don’t you stay up here? I will throw another log on, and we can both be warm.” he says, with innocent eyes. 

Your eyes travel to the bed behind him, plush with white fluffy duvets and blankets. 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as he goes to speak again, “It’s a big bed. We won’t even touch. I just won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re down there shivering.”

He bends over and tosses another log onto the embers, poking it with the fire poker until it lights. Feeling the warmth on your back, you look back to him. “Okay, but only because I am freezing.”

“I know. I’ll get you warm, don’t worry.” he smiles. 

He walks over to the other side of his bed, pulling back the blankets and gesturing for you to slide in. He pulls the thick blankets over you and nods his head as he tucks you in.

Wow. 

You can’t even think of a time when someone took care of you like this. It’s kind of sweet.

He walks back to the fireplace and prods the log making sure it won’t roll off, and closes the mesh divider. 

He makes his way back to the bed, returning to the warm spot he left only minutes ago, sighing in relief as warmth washes over him as he pulls the duvet back over his now slightly chilled body. 

He rolls to face you, though you are on your back, eyes cast to the ceiling. You can feel his eyes staring into the side of your head, so you turn your head to look at him. The room is dark, the only light coming from the small flames in front of the bed. The orange hues dance across his cheeks, highlighting his cheekbones, and producing a sparkle in his tired eyes. 

“Do you feel it?” he whispers.

You feel your heart leap in your chest as your breath catches in your throat, “What?” you ask, nervously.

“The fire, do you feel it?” he asks.

God…

“Oh, yeah, I do. Thank you… for letting me stay up here. This is beyond…hospitable.” you reply, turning your body to face him in the bed. 

“Are you warming up?” he asks, the log crackling in the fireplace. 

“Yes, I’m starting to. I think it will take longer for my hands and feet.” you giggle.

“Here,” he says, reaching across, grabbing your hands and clasping them tightly between his. “Mine are plenty warm.”

You feel the electricity traveling through your body, and from the look on his face, he feels it too. A light hum leaves your chest as the warmth of his hands works quickly to heat your own.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, you are positive that he can see the pink blush creeping across your cheeks as you stifle a nervous smile.

“Yeah, it does. You’re lucky you’re so hot.” the words falling from your lips before you can stop them, something that seems to be happening far too often. 

A smirk flashes across his face as you stumble trying to correct yourself. “Warm, I meant warm. Not hot. I’m sorry... But, not that you aren’t hot, you are. Really. But–I meant…I’m not making this better am I...” you sigh.

“No, you know what? I think it’s perfect.” he says, his hand gripping yours, thumbs gently exploring the valleys and peaks of your knuckles.

“You do?” you ask quietly.

“Mhmm…” he hums. The rumble from his chest sends a shiver through your body.

You can feel your body temperature rising, but it isn’t from the fire. Josh’s hand releases yours and your eyes flick down as he pulls them away. He notices your furrowed brow and looks up at you.

“I told you we don’t have to touch.” he smirks, rolling to his back, positioning his hands behind his head. You roll back to your back, mimicking his actions. 

You both lay there in silence for a few minutes. You can hear the wind whipping against the windows, the thought causing you to shiver. You let your eyes travel the length of his body under the sheets and you bite your cheek as you meet his bare chest moving slowly up and down with each breath.

Pursing your lips together, you let your foot wander across the bed until it makes contact with his. You let the tips of your toes trace the curve of his ankle, as you watch a small smile play upon his lips. 

He turns his foot to meet yours, rubbing slowly over the top of yours as he twists his body to face you again. He places his hand next to his face on the pillow, pushing down the fluffy feather filled fabric, “So you do want to touch?”

You turn your body to face him, letting your foot slide up his leg, feeling the soft hairs tickle you. “Maybe a little…” you answer.

“You feel it too, don't you.” he asks. But this time, you know he isn’t talking about the fire. 

“Feel what, Josh…” you say in a playfully sultry tone.

“This.” He grabs your arm and pulls you as close to him as possible, his bare chest pressed directly to yours. 

Your legs intertwine with his as his hand cradles the back of your neck. Yours rests on his warm chest. He really wasn’t kidding about the warm sleeper thing.

Your fingertip traces the line of his collarbone as your eyes flick up to his, “Yes…I feel it too.”

You feel his breath on your forehead and you sink into him, as his body heat warms you quickly.

Feeling bold, you press a barely there kiss to his throat, stretched taut over your head. You feel his Adam's apple bob against your lips as your lips connect with his skin. His legs twitch against yours and you feel a warmth creeping down your center.

A closed mouth groan rumbles through his chest as his grip on you tightens. You have never made the first move, but tonight wasn’t a normal night. He was a stranger. A beautiful, warm stranger and you had already taken the first chance by knocking on his door.

You feel him hardening against your stomach and you smile up at him. His eyes have grown dark with want and you know yours probably look the same. “Josh…” you ask.

“Hmmm…” he hums into the top of your head.

“You know you could have just started a fire downstairs… I could have slept on the couch.” you say.

“You’re right. I could have, but I knew both of us weren’t going to fit on the couch.” he replies, voice soft as velvet.

“So you did want me in your bed…” you tease.

“From the second you asked me if I was watching A Clockwork Orange…” he says.

You crane your neck, lips furiously in search of his. You would be lying if you said you didn't catch yourself staring at his plush pink lips all night as he spoke of his passions. Thought about how they would feel, how they would taste. You thought about kissing the tiny scar you noticed on his cheek in the guest room. But nothing you imagined came close to how he actually felt. How he actually tasted. His tongue slides across your bottom lip as it begs for entry into your mouth. Slightly parting your lips he slides in, his tongue searching for yours.

You twist your fingers into his curly hair and it’s softer than you imagined. His lips pull away from yours and you whine at the loss of the heat of his tongue against yours. His lips connect with your jaw and neck as you scratch your nails against his scalp. You feel him hum against your neck as you pull on his hair, begging him for more. 

“You like that?” he murmurs against your skin. 

“Yes… kee– keep going…” you beg.

“God you’re sweet. I have to know you.” he says, as his kisses travel further down your neck. You feel his warm hand slide underneath the hem of the borrowed white shirt. His hand radiates heat across the sensitive skin of your stomach burning a path as it travels up. 

His eyes look to yours for permission, and he takes your deepend kiss as a yes as his hand connects with your hardened nipple. A moan leaves your mouth and travels into his and he rolls the taut flesh between his thumb and forefinger. 

He releases it as he grabs a handful of your breast, massaging the pliable skin. Sliding your knee upwards between his legs, you feel his full erect length straining through his boxers. You press your pelvis into his causing him to groan and pull you in tighter. 

“I want you to know me Josh, all of me.” you say, reaching down to grasp him in your hand. 

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You detach your lips from his neck as you respond with a nod, “Didn’t you say you would warm me up?”

“I did say that, didn’t I…” he teases, lifting the hem of the shirt to pull it over your head. As you lay there next to him, the orange glow of the fireplace reflects onto your skin.

“Shit, you are…for once I don’t have words.” he smiles.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you laugh.

“Good. I always have words. My brothers give me shit for it all the time. But you have me speechless…” he says with a smile.

You blush, and you're positive that even in the dark room he can see it. His dimple shows through and you pull his neck down to connect your lips with his once more. 

Your hands travel down his sides, feeling his soft smooth skin beneath your hands. Supporting himself with one hand next to your head, the other hand skims to the top of the black sweatpants, teasing the sensitive skin across your hip bones.

He hooks a finger into the waistband and tugs downward pulling them to rest at your knees. You kick them the rest of the way off, leaving you bare beneath him.

“I can’t believe you got a flat in front of my house. I can’t believe I was actually here.” he says as if thanking God for his good fortune. 

“Why wouldn’t you be here?” you whisper.

“I travel a lot. I’m not here probably six months out of the year.” he answers.

You know you want to dive deeper into that at a later time, because right now, you need him. Like you need air. Lungs burning from not having him. 

You look directly into his beautiful brown eyes as you quickly rid him of his boxers. He kicks them off and your eyes travel down his chest to see the outline of his length glowing in the fire light between you.

He drops down to place wet kisses over your stomach and hips. Stopping and looking up at you as he presses a kiss to the mound between your legs. His tongue slips out and licks a warm path up your center causing you to breath sharply at the contact. Your hips flex backwards as your body silently begs for more friction. He pushes your legs apart slightly as he repeats the same motion, a sigh releasing from your chest. 

His tongue pointedly circles around your clit, you groan becoming more audible. His hand reaches up and grabs yours placing it on the top of his head. He wants your hands in his hair and you willingly oblige. 

Weaving your fingers through the curls you find yourself instinctively pressing down on his head to bring him closer. A growl racks through his chest. 

“Josh… I….” you whine.

His lips detach from you, “I know beautiful, give it to me. I want it.” he demands.

His tongue begins to furiously swipe against you and within seconds you are free falling into your release bucking your hips up into his mouth. The moan from your chest echoing through the silent house. As you float there in the darkness you feel his mouth leave you, and once you’re fully back, you feel him pressing kisses to your thighs. 

“Josh…I want you.” you say, pulling him up to hover over you. 

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, “You can have whatever you want, as long as you keep making pretty sounds like that.”

Gripping his dick in your now much warmer hand, you pull him to you, pressing him against your soaked core. 

You let go as he takes the lead, slowly sliding into you with a whispered ‘fuck.’

You adjust to him quickly, almost as if your body had been waiting for him since the minute he opened the door. His curls hang down his forehead as he sets a steady pace moving back and forth inside of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you as your lips find his. You can taste yourself, but more, you can taste him. His essence. You can smell his earthy scent, pouring from his skin. Like a mix of damp wood and sweet vanilla. 

He rolls his hips into you eliciting a moan from your mouth. He does it again receiving the same response and a smile crosses his face. His thrusts become harsher, hitting the spot you so desperately need him to hit, and he does. Flawlessly. Your moans fill the air in the room. 

“I have heard so many things in my life, but god damn if this one isn’t my favorite.” he says, punctuating the sentence with the most sinful groan and you tighten around him. 

“Fuck… just like that gorgeous.” he says pressing deeper with each thrust.

“Josh, fuck…” you whine.

“You gonna give me another one baby? I want it…Need to feel you cum on my cock.” he pants. His hips begin to falter, thrusting wildly and inconsistently. You can tell he is close and you’re not far behind him. 

You squeeze around him as your fingernails dig into the soft skin of his back.  “Please, harder.” you beg.

Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he bites his bottom lip, thrusting into you harder than he has been, the smack of skin ringing through the vaulted ceilings. “Fuck, you want it hard baby? God you’re fucking perfect.” his hips snapping into you repeatedly like a rubberband. 

You toss your head back as you feel your stomach tightening. 

“Ahhh… fuck you’re squeezing me so fucking good… I won’t last much longer, I need you to cum for me angel. Let me have it.” he begs.

His words send you spiraling into your second release, tensing around his cock so hard, that he meets his own ending. You feel him pulsing inside of you. Groaning with each spurt your name falling from his lips like a prayer. 

His breathing is erratic as he collapses onto your chest, his messy curls tickling your face. You giggle as you push them away from your nose. He rolls off on you and onto his pillow, turning his head to face you as his breathing evens out. 

He pulls you close to him, your head laying on his chest. You listen to his heart beating and feel the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers run through your hair, occasionally twisting a strand around his finger, feeling the silkiness of it between his digits. His fingertips massage your scalp practically putting you to sleep.

“You live in Nashville, right?” he asks, finally breaking the silence.

You nod your head against his chest. “I do.”

“Good.” he replies.

You kiss his chest and he places a kiss on the top of your hair, letting his arm fall loosely around your back. Sleep overtaking both of you, finally warm.

When your eyes open, you see daylight. It is bright, brighter than usual. The sky is gray and heavy with snow clouds, an ominous reminder of what looks to be another snow storm impending. Sitting up, you find yourself still in the king size bed in Josh’s room. You see now in the light of day, the entirety of the wall of windows that overtakes the back portion of his home. His bedroom opening up to the bright light of the day as soon as the sun would begin to rise. You see that he has gone from next to you, and you bite your lip, wondering if he regrets what happened. 

You pull yourself out of the warmth of the bed and redress yourself in the borrowed clothes flung onto the floor with haste last night. You make his bed, a gentle thank you, for him to find later, before you step out of the doorway and make your way down the shiny wooden steps. 

The power is back on, evident by the smell of the coffee pouring out of the kitchen. You look around the house but you don’t see Josh. Where did he go?

You walk to the coffee pot situated next to the stove, and begin opening the cabinet doors looking for a mug. Settling on a blue mug with the state of Michigan on it, you pour the steaming hot liquid into the mug, breathing in deeply the invigorating scent. 

You carry the hot mug into the guest room, setting it on the bedside table as you change back into your own clothes. A few minutes later as you reemerge with the empty mug, you see Josh standing at the counter. He has on a sweatshirt and pants, and his hands are dirty. His cheeks are flushed pink from the cold outside air.

“I was wondering where you went.”  you say sheepishly, placing your mug on the counter. 

“I woke up and decided, ‘Who needs Triple A’... I can do it. So I went and dug your car out of the snow, and changed your flat. I have to admit, I haven’t had to do anything like that in a while. Probably since I was home in Michigan. It may have taken me longer than it should but … it was kinda nice. But I will admit it was hard to peel myself away from you this morning.” he smiles.

“You didn’t have to do that!” you implore, “Gosh I feel so bad, I already feel like I have imposed so much!”

Peeling his hoodie off, he rushes to you. “You weren’t an imposition. You were the unexpected surprise I needed. The best surprise.” he says, grabbing your hands. “Last night was…perfect and I want to see you again. In fact I don’t even want you to go.” he says shyly.

“Really?” you ask, nervously.

“Yeah, but I understand you probably need to…” he says looking down to the floor. Your heart clenches realizing how nervous he is, and that’s when you decide.

“I actually have nowhere to be… but… I do need a shower and I’ll probably need some clothes.” you smirk.

“You know…I think I can help with that.” he smiles.

You peer out the window behind him, snow flurries just beginning to fall as you ask, “Have you ever seen 2001: A Space Odyssey? I feel like you’d like it…”

He shakes his head in amazement as a smile spreads across his face, making way for his perfect dimple. With his look suddenly turning to a devilish grin, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you up the stairs, laughing the whole way. 

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[cosmicpuzzle]

9th House and How you Travel ✈️

Aries on 9th : Travel plan is made quickly and you could like travel by roads and deserts more than planes. If plane, you may prefer chopper and mountaineous travel.

Taurus on 9th: You like to travel in luxury, you probably enjoy food on plane, leg space and may be wine and cookies on your plate.

Gemini on 9th: Your travel needs to be short -not more than 2-3 hours. You like to purchase that novel or Encyclopedia or learn French in 30 days at the airport.

Cancer on 9th: You will probably take home made food during your trip. You may like cruises more than airplanes. You will help old people with their seat belts or luggages.

Leo on 9th: You like to travel in grand style, you may prefer business class just for the status it brings or may fancy sitting nearby a celebrity. You will buy something just to show you can afford.

Virgo on 9th: You like planes that are compact and clean. You probably like to pack everything in one suitcase. You will be worried about using the restroom on the plane and possible bugs on seat.

Libra on 9th: You will probably like to travel for your honeymoon or vacation. You like to travel with some company preferably the opposite gender. You may watch the movie on your seat board. And yes you will check out all the air hostess and try to strike a convo.

Scorpio on 9th: You will be worried about the Bermuda triangle while travel. You may also read about missing planes before your trip. You could look at the deep oceans from the plane and fear what if the plane sinks deep into the ocean.

Sagittarius on 9th: You will probably travel a lot for sake of travelling abroad. You will probably travel to all countries. You will exaggerate about your travel as if you are the first to travel all over the globe.

Capricorn on 9th: You will probably travel only for work. You will book economy class and reimburse the business class amount. You will be thinking of the free food and coffee you could get on the plane.

Aquarius on 9th: You will probably try to sneak in the cockpit while boarding or exiting to see how the pilots operate the plane, the electronic boards and technology behind it. You will check if internet works in the middle of a desert.

Pisces on 9th: You will probably sleep during the trip or drink a lot of water. You will probably imagine about aliens, outer space and your mind will wander until you land and come back to reality.

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[feeder86]

The Feeders’ Forecast

Devon smirked as he saw the car waiting for him at the airport. He was certainly getting the special treatment; having walked the short distance escorted by two handsome young men who had been assigned to look after him from the club.

“Everyone is so excited to meet you tomorrow,” gushed Tom; a handsome trainer for the soccer team Devon had been flown out here for. 

Devon nodded apathetically, appraising Tom’s beautifully toned body, noticeably built thighs and strapping chest; although he was sure it was the guy’s deep, soulful eyes and pretty face that most of the girls fell for. 

“We’ve never had someone as qualified as you come to our club before,” Lewis agreed. “Your reputation is incredible. The clubs you’ve worked with… the players you’ve coached! I feel like I should be asking for your autograph!”

Devon smirked, pleased that his alleged career garnered him so much admiration as he went from one athletic venue to another, never leaving a single sportsman untouched by the Feeders’ Formula. “You’re both going to be there tomorrow, I hope?” Devon asked, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist using his formula on these two guys as well. Lewis was so athletically toned, slim and light on his feet; built for agility and speed. That would all have to go soon! He sat in the front passenger seat, as Tom climbed in to drive them all, feeling that familiar buzz of excitement once he’d found his latest prey. How would these two fatten up once the formula was inside of them? Could he wait until tomorrow to do it to them alongside everyone else? Or would he have to fatten them tonight?

“The manager has a vacation spot in the mountains we’re taking you to tonight. Then we can drive on to the club tomorrow,” Lewis explained, like an overexcited puppy from the backseat.

“Oh, so you boys are going to be staying with me tonight as well?” Devon chuckled, thinking of his good fortune. He could smell the young men’s arousal starting to build as they were exposed to him for longer. “We’ll have to make it a night you’ll never forget then…” he teased them both flirtatiously, knowing for certain that both of the boys would be at least four hundred pounds of pure fat by the time the sun rose again.

Devon knew how to make conversation with air headed boys. It was clear that Tom and Lewis lived and breathed sport. It pumped through their veins and mapped across every inch of their brains. But as the winter night grew darker and the snow continued to fall, Devon picked up on the anxiety coming from Tom as they ventured further into the mountains. Even inside the powerful vehicle they were travelling in, the roads looked increasingly dangerous to be going along and it was a relief when they finally pulled up at a picturesque lodge, barely visible with the headlamps on full beam and the swirling snowstorm in progress. 

Devon was sent in, with the boys kindly insisting that they take all of his cases inside. From the moment he stepped over the threshold, he took a deep breath and could smell that the handsome boys had stayed there the night before as well, on the way to pick him up from the airport.

“That storm is really getting bad out there!” Lewis panted; finally getting inside, carrying Devon’s largest and heaviest suitcase and placing it down. They closed the door and locked themselves in with the feeder.

“Well, well!” Devon grinned, surveying his newest victims, shut up in here with him for the night. “Why don’t you boys run and get changed, then come and join me for something to eat?”

Devon checked his watch, timing his dose to the second. One dose was all that was required and in precisely four hours, the formula would rip into action, transforming the boys into exactly what Devon wanted. Measuring precisely, he dropped the dose onto the first cookie and began timing again. He pictured the scene in his head, having one of the boys watch the other fatten with rapid speed. He wanted to see the fear in their eyes, not knowing what was happening, before their own dose activated and the formula began to take them too.

However, as Devon waited to drop the next dose onto the second cookie, he felt his cell phone buzz and gazed at the network message. He had little reason to speak with the other feeders outside of their annual conference, but when he came within range of one or more of them, their shared network messaging system buzzed into life.

‘I see you’re in the mountains. Bad snow forecast for tonight and tomorrow,’ the message simply read. ‘Don’t expect to be going anywhere anytime soon.’

Devon huffed, knowing that the message was more about the other feeder gloating than them being helpful; after all, Devon had been benched for at least a couple of days; unable to go about his wicked business as every feeder felt compelled to do. Another feeder responded seconds later, outwardly mocking Devon for his predicament.

Grinding his teeth with frustration, Devon gazed down at his cookie, wondering how to prolong the fun, given that he was likely to be stuck with the two idiot boys for longer than he had expected. He knew how his formula worked, spreading itself into every atom of the cookie, lying dormant and waiting to be activated. Maybe now would be the perfect opportunity for him to answer the question he had always wanted to know…

“Where’d you get the cookie from?” Tom asked, sliding into the kitchen with a flirtatious grin on his face.

“It’s for you!” Devon smiled back. “I’m thinking of launching my own brand of protein cookies,” he lied. “I’m always on the lookout for feedback.”

Devon wrapped a napkin over the cookie and snapped it in half as a hapless Lewis followed in shortly afterwards. Half a cookie; half a dose. 

Devon grinned as he watched them chew, his heart beating with excitement. Two handsome, innocent boys. Just how would the formula work this time?

Checking his watch as the seconds ticked by, Devon looked up as the four hour mark arrived. By now, the sweat would have been leaching out of their bodies and the formula would have furiously raced into action. However, right now, the two athletic guys were still as they had always been. With only a half dose, the formula had failed to find its ignition. 

It was fascinating, wondering how it would work now. This was entirely new territory for Devon. It might still be hours, or even days before the tiny amount of formula built up enough strength to overpower their bodies. However, he had no doubt that it would. It was potent, like no substance in the entire world; and it was now inside them, waiting.

“I’m sure your girlfriends will be worried about you, staying up here in the mountains?” Devon asked, always loving how guys squirmed at the mention of their girlfriends. It killed the mood when they were trying their best to flirt with him.

“I’m one hundred percent single,” Tom declared confidently, staring into Devon’s eyes as they sat by the fire. He’d removed his shirt some time ago, claiming that the heat from the fireplace was getting to him. His strong chest shimmered in the light of the crackling flames, just as he wanted Devon to admire him. “Lewis has a girlfriend though,” he went on, hoping to ruin Lewis’ chances with Devon whilst furthering his own. “He’s engaged to his high school sweetheart!” he chuckled mockingly. “They’ve been together since they were sixteen!”

Devon looked across at Lewis and nodded. Of course Lewis was the good one of the pair of them: faithful, loving and not tempted by all the women that would undoubtedly have come his way over the years. It was almost sweet, Devon thought, chuckling to himself, knowing that even with all those morals, he could still seduce the pathetic boy in a heartbeat. And. somehow, perhaps it would make it all the funnier to see his inevitable transformation. 

“You seem a little quiet?” Devon asked Lewis, noticing how the boy had let Tom talk for a surprising amount of time without cutting in.

Clearly a little spaced out, Lewis brushed his quietness off and, despite the increasingly obvious flirting going on, Devon merrily ignored it all and took himself up to the master suite alone. He felt wired, waiting to see what the formula would do, and he knew he wouldn’t sleep with the breathless anticipation he was experiencing. Instead, he went online, checking out the pictures of the handsome men he was scheduled to work with this week; such stunning examples of naturally good looks and hard-earned athleticism. Devon couldn’t help but laugh as he saw the tight, pert butt cheeks of one of the guys in his fitted soccer shorts; getting aroused at the knowledge that he would be watching those glutes swell and soften into grotesquely oversized, flabby butt cheeks very soon now.

Having left his bedroom door ajar, Devon heard the unmistakable sound of rustling from the kitchen and his nose picked up the scent that one the guys was out of bed. He sniffed deeper. It was Lewis; no doubt about it.

“What are you doing up at this time, rifling through the kitchen cupboards like a little piggy?” Devon asked playfully, knowing that the young guy would never appreciate the irony of what he had called him. He’d deliberately taken his shirt off before coming down and he smirked, seeing Lewis jump first, before his jaw dropped and his eyes tried desperately not to stare at his stunning physique.

Lewis guiltily rubbed the back of his head, still trying to look away. “I didn’t hear you coming,” he smiled once he was over the shock. “It seems like such a long time since we had dinner. I’m feeling pretty hungry for some reason.”

Devon nodded knowingly, watching as the boy went back to searching in the cupboards, turning his cute little ass to him as he did so. There was a scent to him now; the familiar smell of a guy with the formula bubbling away in his system; a formula that was searching for an ignition point; something that could set it off. Perhaps it was craving calories to power up; perhaps it was just making Lewis restless as he tried to sleep. Either way, the guy’s sweet little butt cheeks were about to be transformed forever.

“You know,” Devon smiled, picking up a jar and pulling out a spoon from the drawer, “I’ve always found peanut butter to be a great little midnight snack.” With that, he dipped the spoon in deeply and piled it up, holding it tantalisingly towards Lewis’s pretty lips as he turned around to listen to him. “Give it a try,” he offered seductively. “Go on. Open up!”

Captivated by him, Lewis did as he was told, maintaining eye contact with Devon the entire time. One spoonful. Two. Three. 

“I think you’re enjoying this,” Devon teased, pleased that Lewis seemed to be appreciating the eroticism of the situation. He put down the jar after filling up the spoon one more time and slowly backed away, making Lewis follow him. He stopped at the foot of the stairs and giggled lightly as Lewis’ mouth took in the spoon. Lewis’ eyes communicated all he wanted to say: his lust, his admiration, his unending love. “Do you want to come back to my room?,” Devon whispered, not wanting to wake Tom. He held out his hand and smiled wickedly, tempting the loyal boy like he had never been tempted before.

Without a second thought, Lewis’ hand reached up and gently placed itself inside Devon’s. Then, leading the way, the feeder took his prey back to his room and shut the door.

Almost immediately, Lewis’ lips fell upon Devon’s as soon as they entered the private space. Hands flew everywhere in lustful appreciation, but Devon’s purpose was to undress the guy as soon as possible. There was that beautiful sweat that occurred in the short time before the formula would activate, beginning to glisten across his athletic body. Without a word said, Lewis had dropped to his knees and expertly taken in Devon’s erection; sucking on it like a lollipop and desperate to please; moaning like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

“What a greedy little fella’ you are!” Devon grinned, enjoying seeing the pathetic guy on his knees, taking the feeder’s hardness as deep into his throat as he could. It was always so thrilling, seeing the empty clothes scattered around, knowing that the sweating guy would never be able to squeeze himself into them again. He sniffed  deeply, trying to track the progress of the formula as it tried to overpower Lewis’ body and begin to take effect. But, like a motor that just couldn’t fully engage, Lewis just didn’t seem to show any further signs of progress. 

Devon slid his hand under Lewis’ jaw and pulled him gently back up to his feet, excited and frustrated by the formula in equal measure. He kissed Lewis some more, using all his senses to identify just what might be happening inside his victim’s body. He cupped Lewis’ small, tight butt and played with the cheeks before they would begin their transition.

“I want you to fuck me!” Lewis whispered, suddenly captivated by the idea after his ass had been played with. “Please!” he begged, spinning around, putting his elbows on the chest of drawers and presenting his cute, pert little ass.

Devon chuckled. He’d seduced countless unsuspecting straight guys in his time, but very few had ever wanked fucking right away like this. It was always the quiet ones like Lewis who turned out to be the most kinky. Even so, he could smell the lust coming from Lewis. The guy really did want it badly. Perhaps it was because he’d been so loyal and stayed with the same girl since high school; practically a virgin, wanting to be taken for the first time.

Inspecting the tight little buns, Devon smiled as he realised that he would be the last person to ever gaze upon them looking like this. He rubbed his hand over them, then whispered into the submissive twenty-something’s ear. “You sure? You’ve seen how big I am.”

Lewis nodded keenly, then braced himself with a stronger pose against the chest of drawers. Always prepared, Devon got himself ready and was soon nudging his oversized hardness into the tight little hole. He heard Lewis gasping slightly, but the horny guy was pressing himself down on it, wanting it deeper inside of him. Finally, Devon was fully inserted, and that was when everything changed.

Lewis moaned with pleasure and raised his shoulders to stand slightly more upright. Suddenly, the scent of the formula inside him became extraordinarily potent and at the end of his deep moan, an unexpected, long and guttural burp erupted from deep inside of him, letting Devon know that the formula had started to take him.

“Mmm! That’s it!” Devon sighed, feeling Lewis’ hips starting to rock and push against him even more. “Give yourself over to me!”

As Devon looked down, he started to see a little fluttering of skin as Lewis’ butt bounced in and out of his crotch. Some swelling was already happening. He looked across to the mirror at the side of them, where he could get a better view of Lewis’ whole body. It was as if his dick was pressed up against some sort of pressure valve inside of Lewis, allowing the formula to swallow him up without any resistance at all. Suddenly, his butt and thighs were starting to look rather thick, then a spreading softness began to fill the lower part of his stomach and even spread itself into his hips a little. From behind, Devon couldn’t resist touching it and feeling the emerging softness. He lifted his hands up, feeling as the nipples began to grow more pointed and he witnessed the blubber beginning to fill his chest. His skin was moist and sweaty to the touch, making him as slippery as an eel, and, despite how good it felt to be inside a fattening guy, Devon retracted and sat himself down on the bed to watch the next stages of the transformation; his hardness sitting bolt upright as he observed the formula in action.

“Atta-boy!” Devon smirked as he saw how doughy Lewis was getting in his stomach; the beginnings of a smiley belly and bulging love handles. He’d never witnessed a guy fattening on less than a full dose before and the sight was nothing short of fascinating. Lewis’ eyes seemed consumed with pure lust, even as he tried to turn and face Devon, as the feeder sat waiting to be entertained. The boy grabbed at his own concrete erection; his hips swaying from the natural motion of the formula and the lower part of his stomach now starting to spread with fat. Now Lewis’ pretty, slim face seemed completely at odds with his increasingly blubbery physique. Devon laughed as he saw the hips widening so early and he could see in the reflection in the mirror behind Lewis that his butt had already packed on a considerable amount of lard, making him surprisingly pear-shaped for someone so athletic. In fact, the more Devon looked, the more it amused him: those toned shoulders and arms, sitting above the portly little belly and nipples that were starting to become pointed and jiggly.

With only half the usual dose, the formula was definitely working to its own timescale. Each change was more gradual than usual and, unbelievably, the horny young guy seemed entirely oblivious to how much he had changed. Usually, the formula ripped through the body, stretching the skin and creating an apparent bloating pain in the stomach. It meant that, by now, the poor boys usually had the most delicious expression of fear, shock and panic in their eyes that always lit up Devon’s brain like a Christmas tree. In fact, even as Lewis’ stomach expanded to the size of a true, jiggly belly, pushing out a little way from his rib cage, his eyes were still firmly planted on Devon’s tall, strong and wide erection, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

Finally, only after a decent, blubbery gain of no less than sixty pounds, did Lewis begin to show the effects in his handsome, pretty little face. Bloated-looking hamster cheeks started to swell up and a small puddle of fat began appearing underneath his strong jaw. His toned arms were starting to lose their definition too, as a thin layer of fat began making its presence known. As Lewis continued to stroke his dick, the side of his hand began squishing into a bulging pad of fat within his groin. But it was only when his hand caught the underside of his outpouring belly that he finally looked down at himself and his eyes visibly bulged.

What a thrill! Devon thought to himself, watching the handsome guy realise what was becoming of him. He stood, swiping his strong arm over Lewis’ shoulders and guided him towards the mirror. “Isn’t it wonderful?” he whispered teasingly into the boy’s ear once Lewis was able to see his entire body in the reflection. “Look at yourself! You’re just a disgusting little fat boy!” he laughed, stabbing a finger into the squishy dough that was now dominating Lewis’ middle.

Somehow, the formula managed to tighten its grip even further on Lewis. As if it was alive and witnessing its progress and getting the boost it needed from seeing its own progress. Lewis was far too far gone to try and fight it. His whole body started to shake with considerably more force and his legs threw themselves out to widen his stance and keep his balance. 

Devon whistled in appreciation as he stared down Lewis’ back to see the great masses of swollen glutes building even more. “Wow! You really need to see this!” he teased. “I haven’t seen a squishy butt like this in at least a couple of weeks!” Then, with that, he took a strong hand to one of those oversized cheeks and jiggled as furiously as he could, watching the way the fat rippled through it, across to the blossoming love handles and down the thickening thighs. “What a fat ass!” he cried in sheer joy. “Pure, one hundred percent lard!”

As Lewis’ chubby cheeks made his eyes appear to sink back into his face, Devon delighted in making him watch every second of the change. He stuck his thumb into the deepening navel and grabbed at a giant roll of flesh that was now encircling Lewis’ waist, rippling it in demonstration. He reached up to his nipples, jiggling those in turn. He even stroked under his chin, like a pet cat, trying to highlight just how insanely out of shape he had become in such a short time. Yet, even as he did so, each part of his body became ever more extremely overweight, and the tiny clothes Lewis had not long slipped out of seemed ever more ridiculous beneath his feet.

All the while, Lewis’ chubby fingers kept a tight grip on his own dick as his hips swayed and it remained every bit as hard as it had been before. If Devon had wondered whether the end result would be less impressive with only a half dose, he was quite mistaken. He could see by the way that the boy’s stomach was exploding outwards into a great mass of belly fat, that he was going to hit at least four hundred pounds. “Come on!” he whispered, willing the formula to keep going, even as the groin fat and puffing arms made Lewis’ hand slip so that only the tips of his fingers were still holding on to his own hardness. Devon had to hold his freakishly strong arms out to stop the pathetic boy from toppling over from the strange new shape he had acquired. “Steady, little piggy!” he called, unable to contain his triumphant laugh. He could tell that Lewis had never cheated on his girlfriend before, yet now look at him! 

As the formula finally began to tail off, Devon could tell that Lewis was going to be one of those lucky pigs that were given a grand finale. He started moaning and almost wincing with the force of the orgasm he was being given. “That’s it, Piggy!” Devon whispered, taking the guy’s free hand and making it clench around a roll of his own belly fat. As the formula was rounding off, it was leaving him with an almost five hundred pound, lardy physique that would have been almost impossible to imagine only ten minutes ago.

Lewis’s whole body tensed as the pleasure spread through his now enormous form and Devon guided him back into the bed, where he would sleep for a good few hours to come.

“Good morning!” chirped Devon as he held his morning coffee in his hands and watched as a strapping Tom came in from the snow outside. “You’ve been busy!”

Tom pulled down his snow-speckled hood and sighed with admiration at Devon’s body, dressed as he was in only a pair of workout shorts; his broad, chiselled chest completely bare. “Yeah, I was trying to clear some of the snow so that we could leave. But as soon as I clear it, it starts getting covered over again. The roads look absolutely treacherous.”

“Oh, never mind!” Devon smiled, having already accepted that he would be stuck there for at least another night. “Those boys will just have to wait another day for me,” he grinned, knowing that he would get them all in the end. “Come and have a coffee with me,” he insisted, pushing the mug across the counter to a cold Tom, who had removed his shoes and was now taking off his jacket to hang it up by the front door.

“That’s exactly what I need!” Tom grinned, heading over without hesitation and taking the warm mug into his chilled hands. “I’m guessing Lewis isn’t up yet?” he asked, seemingly pleased to have Devon to himself.

“He had a rough night,” Devon smirked.”He’s catching up on his sleep. I don’t think we’ll see much of him this morning.”

Like a five year old, Tom was unable to hide his delight that Lewis wouldn’t be disturbing them; looking across at Devon and seeming very pleased with himself. ”Well then… I wonder how we’re going to keep ourselves entertained…” he pondered flirtatiously.

“I feel bad for not having helped you with the snow,” Devon lied. “How about you let me make it up to you by cooking a nice big breakfast?” he suggested, already opening up the cupboards and refrigerator to see what was in. It would be easy to make something delicious from all of this. Cooking was no more than chemistry, and he knew exactly how to play to a dumb jock’s tastebuds.

“You really don’t need to do that,” Tom countered, waving his hand in refusal of the kind gesture.

“But I really want to,” Devon replied, pretending to look disappointed. “Let me do something nice for you…” he smiled, knowing that the stupid, horny boy would never deny him what he wanted.

A short while later, Tom was sat at the head of the large dining table, already starting to taste some of the many dishes Devon had whipped up for him. “I’ve never had anything like this before in my life!” he gushed, picking from one plate to another. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

Devon smirked. “I may have picked up a few tricks over the years.” He stood behind Tom, monitoring his scent for any sign of the formula beginning to emerge. The food on the table was packed tight with calories; perhaps giving the boost needed to kickstart it into action. He placed his hands onto Tom’s large shoulders and began massaging the muscles, as if to pamper him further. The man sighed as he chewed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as if he was the most relaxed he had ever been in his whole life. “I’m on the road so much, I never get to cook for anyone like this. I forgot how much I enjoy it!” Devon explained smoothly.

“You could cook for me anytime you liked!” Tom replied, relaxing so much that the faintest whiff of the formula inside of him rose to greet Devon’s nostrils. 

“If only that was true,” Devon sang longingly. “I’d love nothing more than having a man in my life who loved my cooking. Someone I could spoil and pamper to my heart’s content.”

“I can’t think of any man alive who would say no to that,” Tom shot back, unaware, or perhaps just not caring that his boner was pressing fiercely against the material of his pants; the scent of the formula becoming a little more potent.

“You really mean that?” Devon asked, turning to face Tom properly, as if he had said something deep and profound. “You like my cooking that much?”

Tom winced, his hand instinctively reaching for his stomach; a short groan escaping from his throat. Devon looked on with wide eyes. Was this it? The moment that the formula would take him, just like his idiotic buddy upstairs?

“What’s the matter?” Devon asked, barely disguising the excitement in his voice.

“It’s just…” Tom grumbled, rubbing his middle. “It’s just a little stomach ache I’ve had since last night.” He groaned a little more, as if pushing something away. Then the moment passed and he looked up at Devon with a small smile. “It’s nothing to do with your cooking, I promise.” Then, with that, he picked up another item from the dishes before him and began chewing.

Devon slid behind Tom once more and looked down at the man in disgust. He’d never seen a guy come so close and resist the overwhelming power of the formula before. It may only have been half a dose, but this buff boy was clearly stronger than pathetic Lewis had been.

Capitalising on the flirtatious tone of the morning, Tom sat there, transfixed as he watched Devon set to work on a batch of cookies, as well as several other tasty treats. He had that typically besotted face that Devon was well accustomed to seeing on the men he seduced. The kitchen grew warmer and, clearly in an effort to impress, Tom removed his shirt and sat at the table, looking just as shirtless as Devon was.

“Tell me what you think of these…” Devon insisted, pressing a warm cookie to Tom’s lips. The boy didn’t raise his hand to stop it, but seemed to revel in having Devon hand feed it to him, moaning with pleasure as it dissolved on his tongue. “Oh, I can tell you like that one!” Devon whispered smoothly into his ear.

“I love all of it!” Tom replied, so drunk with lust that he barely seemed to comprehend how full his mouth was. Devon brought his lips closer and Tom quickly moved to meet them; settling into the most relaxing and gentle kisses of his life. “Oh my…” Tom sighed once the kiss was over, not daring to open his eyes in case it had all been a dream. “That was…”

“Shh…” Devon whispered, pressing a finger to Tom’s lips. “You haven’t tried my pie yet…”

It was amazing how easily food lent itself to eroticism. Within a short time, Devon literally had a horny Tom eating out of the palm of his hand. His mouth was smeared with all sorts of different foods and the tiniest bloat was pushing against the handsome boy’s abs. The scent of the formula began to leech once more from the boy’s skin and Devon kissed him excitedly, waiting for it to overpower him.

Tom’s head lowered as he pulled out of the kiss and he growled a little, clutching his stomach. He seemed to be holding his breath, pushing back against something. Then, even more suddenly than it had come upon him, the moment passed and Tom was looking up brightly at him again.

Devon huffed and backed off, unable to hide his annoyance. That was the second time he’d witnessed Tom overcoming the formula; two more times than anyone else he’d ever done this to.

“What’s the matter?” Tom asked, sensing Devon’s change of mood and reaching his hand out to catch his sweetly. 

Devon breathed in deeply, deciding to continue his patient approach and resist feeding Tom the second half of the formula. After all, he still had the rest of the afternoon if he needed it. He turned back around with a large smile plastered on his face. “Isn’t this lovely?” he sang. “Just you and me, secluded in the mountains with nowhere to go.”

“It’s perfect!” Tom agreed, looking completely lovesick. “I want every day to be just like this for the rest of our lives!”

Devon laughed and perched himself on Tom’s lap, wrapping his arm over the man’s strong shoulders. “Every day just like this?” he teased. “Me cooking and overfeeding you like this? I think you’d be getting a little pot belly on you in no time!”

Tom shrugged. “Don’t worry, I’d work out for you,” he offered kindly, pumping his pecs in a way that must have impressed the girls.. But as he spoke, Devon picked up the scent of the formula once more; as if it were alive and listening with intrigue into their conversation.

“Want to know a secret?” Devon pressed on, determined to keep the conversation focused on whatever it was that was firing the formula up again. He leaned in closer and placed a hand on Tom’s small bloat. “I actually think you’d look cute with a little belly on you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Tom replied, finding the thought to be somewhat amusing as he was kissed passionately.

“Would you let me grow a little belly on you?” Devon whispered. “If that was what I wanted?”

“I’d let you do anything you wanted!” the horny guy replied, completely besotted by the feeder as he went in for another kiss. 

The stench of the formula was now filling Devon’s nostrils and, as he looked down afterwards, he could see the tight little bloat on the boy staring to flutter, as if it was being replaced with fat. He kissed the guy deeper, revelling in the excitement of it all. By the time he pulled out, there was an undeniable little paunch sprouting on Tom’s athletic physique.

“Shall we take this upstairs?” Tom asked, enjoying the passion of their kiss and how obviously aroused Devon appeared to be, getting up to see to his baking.

Pulling his pastries out of the oven, Devon’s mind was buzzing, wondering just how the formula was going to work this time, given that Tom appeared to be back in control of himself. The formula was undeniably expressing itself, but hadn’t yet found that final spark to bring Tom down entirely. However, Devon moaned with pleasure as he felt the handsome boy sneak up and embrace him from behind; that new little paunch pressing ever so slightly into the small of Devon’s back and his erection as hard as ever, pressing up against Devon’s butt. 

“Try some of this…” Devon smiled, turning himself around whilst grasping a small wedge of pie that he popped effortlessly into his victim’s mouth. “Is that good?” he asked, unable to resist rubbing Tom’s freshly fattened middle that put at least twenty-five pounds of pure fat on his muscular frame.

Tom nodded as he chewed, looking greedy and overfed as he ate, now that he’d gained a little extra chub. “It’s delicious!” he exclaimed, wanting more than anything to please.

“I’m so glad you’re not like most of those other guys, constantly counting calories. So what if you’re carrying a few extra pounds, huh?” he grinned, tapping the small softness below Tom’s belly button. 

Devon watched keenly as Tom’s gaze drifted down to look at his stomach. The shock, although only momentary, was always such a thrill to see. “I… I guess I just like my food too much to care about all of that…” he mumbled, as the formula began to rearrange his entire image of himself.

“You certainly are a hungry boy! With a hungry little belly!” Devon delighted in saying, as he cut another small wedge of pie and fed it into Tom’s mouth. “Such a good little eater!” he whispered, stroking the hardness that formed a tent in the guy’s pants. He listened as the guy panted and chewed, experiencing the greatest pleasures of his entire life. His stomach gargled and visibly swelled a little more, forming a plush ring around his middle, developing the start of love handles and, from the slight squeak of the straining stitching of the pants, invading his tight, muscular butt cheeks at long last. The dad-bod had thoroughly set in, as Tom’s six packed stomach was now replaced with the most devastatingly handsome little starter belly; firm-looking and shapely, as if it had always been there. But as Tom groaned with the strain of the formula trying to ignite properly, he seemed to overcome it once again and the changes stopped once more.

Both Devon and Tom looked up as they heard the heavy footsteps of Lewis upstairs. Slowly but surely, the massively obese guy plodded his way down the old oak staircase and suddenly appeared in the kitchen, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Devon grinned, seeing the boy in the large clothes he had left for him and delighting in the tight fit of the t-shirt that allowed a devine sliver of fat to hang out of the bottom. “Good afternoon, Handsome!” Devon called out, looking at his watch. “You feeling better now?”

Lewis shook off the brain fog and tried to refocus his eyes. “I think so…” he mumbled, captivated by the sight of Devon’s perfect torso.

“Come and sit down,” Devon ordered, pulling out a kitchen chair far enough so that Lewis could manoeuvre his enormous rear into position. “A strapping boy like you must be starving by now!”

Watching from the corner of his eye, Devon smirked as he observed the irritated look on Tom’s now clean face as the large, blubbery Lewis invaded their private space and he put his shirt back on, not seeming to notice how tight it was across his middle; a deep dish shape forming into the cavernous belly button. Devon plated up a good half of the pie as well as many of the small pastries that had cooled sufficiently to be served and patted Lewis on his broad back as he served them up to the glutton.

“I hope your fiancée is a good cook?” Devon asked deviously, standing over the gorging boy and admiring the thick wedge of fat that bulged from the back of his head and into his neck. “She’ll have her hands full keeping a handsome boy like you well fed.” It was all Devon could do to keep a sober face. He wanted to laugh so much as he thought about Lewis going home to his high school sweetheart. How would she even begin to handle a pig of this size?

“I don’t think she likes cooking all that much,” Lewis pondered aloud, spoon feeding himself part of the large piece of pie.

“Oh, she’s definitely going to have to learn!” Devon smiled, rubbing Lewis’ back soothingly.

“Why don’t you take your food upstairs with you, Lew?” Tom grumbled impatiently. “Devon and I were just in the middle of something before you came down!”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” Devon countered smoothly to Lewis. “I’m enjoying having you here. I was just telling Tom how much I adore cooking for others and seeing them enjoy it all,” he smiled, reaching a finger out to stroke the side of the guy’s enormously puffy cheek. “You stay right where you are. I’ve got another batch of cookies coming out in a moment. I don’t want your fiancée thinking you’re not being looked after.”

“I’ll have some of those cookies when they’re ready,” Tom interjected, in a rather blatant attempt to get Devon’s attention back on him. “And some of that pie, if it’s going?”

Devon danced a merry tune, plating up more for Tom and serving it to him at the table. “Oh, Lewis!” he called out laughing, as the fat man dropped the oversized spoonful of pudding onto the shelf of his huge belly. “I’ll have to try and get that stain out right away! Come on! Get that shirt off for me.”

Obediently, Lewis raised his blubbery arms and sat up a little as Devon pulled the shirt up and over his lardy frame: the formula’s work unveiled in its full glory. “Have you always had a good appetite like this?” Devon asked Lewis as he poured cold water over the stain and dabbed it gently with a sponge. 

Detesting that fat Lewis was monoploising Devon’s attention again, Tom ate quickly and purposefully. “Can I have another slice?” he jumped in again, desperate to keep himself as the focus. “That was amazing!”

Smiling broadly Devon chuckled in delight and nodded, cutting into the second pie he had baked and serving up almost a full half of it for Tom with great scoops of ice cream. “I must say, Lewis…” he grinned, massaging Tom’s shoulders from behind as the jealous boy began to dig into the pie, “...your friend here has really been impressing me with his big appetite this morning.” His voice was so silky smooth that he could feel Tom relaxing even more as he worked those large shoulders of his and he kissed him dotingly on the back of his surprisingly sweaty head, even in front of Lewis. “In fact…” he went on mischivously, bending down to whisper into Tom’s ear at a volume that Lewis would also hear. “Shall we tell him?”

Tom swallowed and looked puzzled; unsure of what Devon was referring to, despite loving the attention.

“You might be noticing some changes in your buddy Tom here soon,” Devon went on, sliding his hands down Tom’s strapping chest and eventually resting them on the swollen paunch below. “He’s decided that he loves my cooking so much, he’s going to grow a nice, big, fat belly for me. Aren’t you, baby?” Devon teased, kissing Tom on his cheek.

A sweat formed on Tom’s brow and the scent of the formula rose once more. He seemed jittery, as if he was experiencing several conflicting sensations at once.

“Don’t be shy!” the feeder teased, pulling up Tom’s shirt entirely so that the little round belly could be seen beneath his powerful chest. “Tell Lewis what I’m going to do to you…”

The sweat on Tom’s torso was now giving his skin a greasy shine and, despite continuing to feed himself from the plates in front of him, Lewis looked on curiously, knowing that something was wrong. Meanwhile, Tom now seemed too overwhelmed to even try to feed himself. 

“Devon and I… we want to be together,” Tom mumbled to Lewis.

“No, no no…” Devon teased, reaching a little lower to unbutton Tom’s pants. “Tell him what I’m going to do to you with all this food,” he pressed, grabbing a wedge of the boy’s belly fat as if reminding him; a spark of energy buzzing beneath the skin; waiting. 

“He’s going to feed me,” Tom tried again, as if every word took a great deal of effort to piece together and produce. “He wants me to grow a big, round….” he stumbled as a stomach ache took his breath away.

“That’s right!” Devon cheered triumphantly. “This little porker is going to grow a big, round belly for me!” he sang into Tom’s ear as the man clenched his teeth from the overwhelming pain in his stomach; a pain that Devon had decided he would not allow him to overcome any longer. “With love handles, tits, big flabby arms, a ginormous butt, and the most hilarious double chin! Aren’t you, Piggy?” he cried, knowing the formula was tipping itself beyond the point of no return.

All of a sudden, Tom burst from the seat, like someone had just punched a sharp pin in his rear. He braced himself with his two hands on the table and then burped, loud and long straight at Lewis’ shocked face.

Devon laughed, his eyes dancing with a fire of excitement. He stood behind Lewis, pushing his shoulders down firmly as he tried to get up and help his friend. “I want you to see this too!” he stated wickedly. “I want you to see what I’m going to do to every single guy at your soccer club.”

Tom’s body began to rock with shocking speed, as if the formula was more keen than usual to set to work. Devon stepped over and pulled the guy’s pants and underwear down, unable to resist giving the padded glutes a final pat before the formula set to work on them properly. He stooped down and pulled Tom’s foot out of one side of them, allowing the guy to naturally spread his feet a little wider and brace as he felt his body shaking with the power of the formula. His belly was bloating and swelling, fat migrating into his chest and puffing up his pecs until they too grew more pointed and lardy.

“Isn’t it wonderful!” Devon chirped, returning behind Lewis’ chair and playing with the boy’s hair as he watched on in horror. “Another little piggy for you to play with, Lewis!” He could see Tom’s eyes boring into him; that mixture of shock, lust, love, betrayal and confusion that he found so incredibly intoxicating.

“What’s happening?” Lewis cried.

“That same thing that I did to you,” Devon laughed, not taking his eyes off Tom for a single second, as his face puffed up and the fat began to swallow that striking definition in his arms and shoulders. He stepped across again, sneaking behind Tom to see how wide and bulbous his rear was getting. With such large thighs, it had always been obvious that his ass would do well with the formula inside him. Now, even with his legs spread apart, his fat, trunk-like thighs were beginning to press together. “He’s going to be huge!” Devon whispered in awe. He stooped once more to inspect the changes further. “Bye-bye!” he waved to Tom’s hardness as it began being engulfed by the fat that spread throughout his groin and thighs. He placed a hand on the outermost protrusion of Tom’s gut and the other on his butt, simply marvelling at the width that was forming and continuing to grow as he held it. “That’s it!” he called out to Tom. “Show me what a big, fat pig you really are!”

On and on he swelled in full view of a terrified Lewis. Tom was unrecognisable with such a broad face and large neck. Leaned over the table, his enormous gut began pushing against the edge of it until even that started pushing back against him, grumbling with the increasing load it was having to carry. His gut had knocked over his plate of dessert, smearing it over one side of his gigantic, flabby gut.

Devon didn’t stop laughing until the whole thing was over and an enormous, over five-hundred pound Tom was guided back down on the chair with his head back, sleeping. He watched as the fear on Lewis’ face melted into confusion and then relaxed further; as if nothing at all had ever happened.

“Are you ready for some more pie, Lewis?” he asked sweetly. 

Lewis looked down at his plate, seeing that it was empty and he nodded politely.

Smiling, Devon turned to get more, seeing the sunlight streaming through the window. The snow storm was over at last.

“You’re here!” smiled the soccer manager the next morning. “I heard on the radio that the mountain roads are still iced over.”

“I’m a pretty skilled driver,” Devon boasted, handing the keys over as the two large, sluggish forms of Tom and Lewis pulled themselves out of the vehicle. The coach looked over at them both with disapproval and even disgust written across his face. “I sent those two to look after you. Not the other way around,” he growled. 

“Never mind them,” Devon stated dismissively. “Are the other guys all warmed-up and ready for me?” he asked, rubbing his hands together and eager to set to work. 

“Yes, yes… everyone is ready for you,” the manager nodded. “They’re keen to meet you.”

Devon grinned, clutching a bottle of the formula inside his pocket as he spied one of the athletic players jogging energetically around the field. Those tight little shorts really did give them such a cute butt, he thought with delight. He knew all the young guys by name already, having studied each one beforehand and plotting how he would seduce and fatten every last one of them “Good!” he nodded. “These boys are in for a treat!”

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Winter Whiskey [KSJ]

❆⟶ Winter Whiskey [Jin x Female Reader] ❆⟶ Genre: Established Relationship | Fluff | Smut | 18+ ❆⟶ Warnings: use of alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (reader has IUD), oral (m), light praising, light dirty talk, multiorgasms, creampie, a surprise at the end!, etc ❆⟶ WC: 13k+ ❆⟶ Summary: Taking your annual friendcation with your loving boyfriend, Jin, the two of you share heartwarming memories together while resting and relaxing. ❆⟶ Beta: Miss Dee Dee @sugakookitty​ was so lovely in taking this beta request. Thank you so much my dear! ❆⟶ Author’s Note: A connective story based in the “Pinehurst Cabins” universe. Collaboration created with nonother than lady @jeonjcngkook​! This took me much longer to write than I had anticipated, but I hope people enjoy this nice little cute fic!

It’s taken you and Jin only a couple of hours by car from your cozy apartment in the country's capital, Seoul, to the luxurious cabin estate known as Pinehurst Cabins near the Taebaek Mountains. An annual winter vacation spot, flooded with many years of memories with drunken laughs and competitive games shared among the tightly-knitted group you’ve grown to learn and love. The vast majority of the group comprises at least fourteen people, some years there were more and some very few less. 

Not once has the main group, consisting of seven rambunctious men of all sorts of personalities, miss their chance of a getaway. Especially when the holiday serves as a time to relax, catch up, and create new precious times among another. 

You, the gal who’s been beside Jin for just shy of nine years, has joined the routined trip. Making your place amidst the casuals of the squad. You’re a seasoned veteran at the cabins, longest woman survivor as well. But it is all thanks to your loving boyfriend who’s given you the blessing opportunities of being a part of his life and shared friends. 

Perhaps that’s why you’re so eager upon arrival at the snowy mountain retreat; the anticipation of needing this time away from the real world and in the company of a group of warm hearted friends is the exact medicine you crave. 

Jin’s begging for you to play some of his favorite upbeat songs as he drives his gray jeep Cherokee up the steep, snow-covered roads, fades from your ears as you zone out at the scenery around you. 

The light from the sky shines brighter off the fresh white snow. Blanketed tree tops and fences call your attention, hidden colors of green and beiges stick out from underneath the quilted coldness. Calm and clear skies have no trace of any clouds, just blue and soft light from the sun. 

“Honey,” Jin chimes louder, refusing to remove his hand from the wheel to tap your leg. “Are you listening?”

You hum, blinking around before turning your head to acknowledge your boyfriend. 

“What’s up?”

A soft pout forms on his lips as his eyes remain trained on the road ahead, “I was asking you if you can put on ‘Jjin-iya’ for me.” 

“Jin, we’ve already listened to that song three times!” 

He begins to laugh with a shake of his head to adjust his fringe, “and you’re going to hear that song at least five more times this trip. You know it’s a great song and I listen to it every time I shower!”

You chuckle back, “Oh, I know. Trust me. I’m positive our neighbors even know the song by now.”

“They have wonderful taste!” 

The small crossover SUV slowly rolls up to its last bit of land, edging itself to a respective parking spot in one of the two lots provided at this estate. Two gorgeous log cabins rest nearby, one quite larger, for more group activities, and the smaller one seated next to it. The land stretches far beyond the towering trees, a nearby crystalline waterfall is only a trail-walk away and the higher you walk up the mountain, the more options you have of pivoting your skis or sled and slide down the snow. 

Snow crunches under your boot as you descend down from the car, taking in your first deep  breath of chilled mountain air and stretching your body from its cooped up position from the car. It’s customary, more of a role provided by Jin, to bring the majority of groceries and deliver them to the main cabin (which in fact is considered a lodge by the size of it). 

It’s honestly a beauty. Great for a large family and customized with three levels integrating multiple rooms. The main floor consists of the kitchen and dining, a great room, foyer, and one master suite. The large deck wraps arounds the back to the left side while the covered front porch calls welcome to you as you step up with arms full of food containers and Jin towing away a wheeled cooler. 

You recall the second floor having an open loft right as you step up from the stairs, the remaining three bedrooms (one being another master suite) reside up there. The large gaming room is found in the basement, leveled with the slope of the outside to where you can easily bring the fun and games to the snow. Most nights into the early mornings, after hours of drinking, does the group tend to huddle and spend the majority of their time there. 

There’s been countless times where you’ve woken up finding out that the competitive nature of a few of the men got the best of them and they’ve lost count on what round they are on in a game. Losing sleep over the sweet, savory victory among another will be something you will never fully understand – but whatever makes them happy is all that matters to you. 

“Namjoon?” You call out the second you step foot through the door and hold it open for Jin, “We’re here!” 

There is brief silence in the lodge as you shuffle your snow boots across the boot-tray. A few sets of shoes lay inside it, indicating that some of the pairs have arrived inside of this house (if Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s cars outside didn't notify you of that already). 

You and Jin already make a direct path to the kitchen, plopping down the bags on the extended bar and heaving the cooler to the center of the room. The two of you are quick with filling up the empty cabinets and fridge, in sync with another after years of doing the same act. 

Just as you begin to wonder where Namjoon and his loving partner Rose could be hiding, you hear soft footsteps coming from downstairs. You turn the corner out of the kitchen to enthusiastically greet the first person you see, which happens to be the one and only – and to your surprise – Min Yoongi. You give him no moments notice before your arms come around his body, squealing his name and shocking the man out of his somber state. 

“Aish! Y/n!” his eyes peel open. Yoongi returns the hug fast, patting your back before asking, “How’ve you been?

You ruffle up his sweater with excitement before pulling away, tossing a call to Jin over your shoulder before looking back to the jet black haired man in front of you. He looks paler than usual, dark circles formed under each of his eyes. 

“I’ve been great! How are you? You look a bit down, is everything alright?” You give him a concerned look, eyes scanning over his slacken posture. 

Jin steps out from the kitchen to give Yoongi the same treatment, a warm hug and excited laughter soon to follow. “Yoongi, bro! How are you doing my friend?” 

“A bit of a head cold,” he admits. “Haven’t slept well for the past three nights and been overworked. I’m sure this trip will fix it right up.” 

Jin is already wrapping his arm around the smaller man and ushering him to the growing display of foods that litter the kitchen, slowly taking over the room with his own touch. “We’ll get that cold fixed up with some nice whiskey. Y/n bought two fifths of Corryvreckan just for this occasion. Anyone want a round of shots?” 

Both you and Yoongi laugh at the energetic party vibes Jin displays, knowing he is only half kidding about the proposal of alcohol this early into the night.

“I think I have some head medicine in my purse,” you offer as you look down the stairs to the basement. “Namjoon and the others downstairs?” 

“The whiskey will do nicely,” you hear the clink of two shot glasses before catching the sight of both Jin and Yoongi tilting their heads back. With the burn running down his throat he nods at you and gives you a pensive gaze, “I appreciate it, Y/n. Thank you. And yes, they’re all downstairs trying to fix the furnace. Which is why I originally came up here…” Yoongi quickly looks around the kitchen drawers, “Namjoon said there might be a screwdriver up here somewhere.” 

“Isn’t there a storage-craft space downstairs?” Jin questions as he returns to placing frozen groceries in the freezer. “Wouldn’t it be in there?” 

Yoongi blinks, dumbfounded with himself and Namjoon, the half-owner of the cabins. “Listen, I told you that I haven’t gotten much sleep lately, right?” 

Both you and your boyfriend smirk at each other, tsk-ing at Yoongi although forgiving him at the same time. 

“Don’t sweat it,” you smile sweetly. You wave him back over to head down the stairs, calling back to Jin, “I’ll be right back. I just want to say hello to everyone and then help you with the rest of the food and luggage from the car!” 

You hear the sounds of the television blasting from the basement, a handful of the group all playing – what seems to be – Mario Kart. A true game that really can end friendships if played too competitively, and in this case, you fear the competitive nature of at least three of the ones sitting on the long sectional couch as you descend down the staircase to the room. It warms your heart seeing everyone so comfortable and content with another. Some of the group enjoy light mingling and bonding activities while others go off to do their own individual things.

Over the course of the days spent at the fabulous mountainous cabins, you’ve taken part in pastimes such as snowshoeing, sledding, and even building a sculptured snowman with Jimin and his new friend, Naia. You’ve gone head to head with your own significant other in a heated game of table tennis, the loser had to prepare the night's entire dinner. 

Sadly, that ended up being you who has suffered the cost. However, Jin doesn’t allow you to struggle for too long. He can’t handle knowing you had to prepare such a large meal all on your own. But he doesn’t pass up the opportunity to let you know who the number one winner is as he cackled throughout the cabins.

“Stop making a mess where I just cleaned,” you laugh as you throw a dirty towel at the back of Jin the second he places a new plate down on the counter. He’s preparing side ingredients for the large bowl of bibim naengmyeon, chopping away and leaving random pieces around as he diligently works his magic. 

“But everyone’s been waiting for hours,” he whines with a pout. “I’ll clean it right up, I promise!” 

“Jin,” you drawl, sighing the second another piece of food lands on the floor. 

The two of you bend down hastily to grab the fallen food, accidentally knocking heads in the movement. A dull pain lingers on your forehead, rubbing at it with your palm when you wince away. 

“Ah, hon! I’m sorry,” Jin’s hands shoot out to grab you to inspect your wounded head. Without hesitation his plump lips peck over the sore area, lightly running his thumb over it to make sure it doesn’t form a bump. “Are you alright?,” he questions with a soft voice. 

You stare at him with displeasure, huffing when you keep your lips in a firm line, “The mess, Jin!”

“Yeah, yeah, I will get it in a second,” he laughs. “Is your head good?” 

You can’t help but melt at his concerns, humming as you assure your man that you’ll live with minimal damage. Jin gives you a soft smile, patting your head lightly before pinching your cheek between two fingers. 

“I’ll give you more eggs than anyone else! Why don’t you help finish setting up the table with drinks and utensils while I put the rest of this together?” 

“Would you like me to take out the whiskey again?” You give him a knowing look with a smug smile, “Seems like it would be a good choice with naengmyeon.” 

“I would love that!” Jin exclaims with a wink. He gives you a quick chaste kiss to your lips before turning back to the counter, but not before his hand makes soft contact with your butt – giving you a sense of encouragement. 

You can tell how fulfilled your friends are when scarfing down their portion, or two, of dinner. Slurping and munching loud to express their eager happiness. It warms your heart with how satisfied they all are, how they get along in one way or another, and continue to make so many bonding memories together. For the vast majority of all of them, their friendships are unbreakable! 

Taehyung and his significant other, Maggie, offer to help with clean-up duty, seeing as the two cooks (you and Jin), deserve to take a load off from all your hard work. Jungkook and his beautiful dope of a dog are play-fighting on the ground with a squeaky toy as you watch the entire other side of the table participate in a drinking game – slowly eyeing the way that expensive whiskey starts disintegrating from its bottle. 

“Would you like some?” you hear a low whisper from your left. Yoongi, who has a small glazed over look to his eyes, shifts a shot glass down the table in front of you. 

The loud giggles between Namjoon and Jin distract you momentarily, making you glance over to pick up on the conversation they are having. Yoongi nudges you with his elbow, clearing his throat to regain your attention. 

“Y/n, I swear. Just take the shot. The point of these trips is to let loose and have fun. Stop worrying and being cautious. We all have each other. Plus if you don’t drink it, I'll just pour more shots until you have a full line of them ready.” 

Yoongi’s gruffness makes you laugh, seeing how he’s edging himself closer to his tipsy mood. But before you could politely decline the offer, Yoongi is already standing up to gather himself the proper materials for more shots. 

“Wait, no!” You call out to him, shaking your head frantically and gripping your fingers around the glass in front of you. “I’ll drink it! Don’t grab more!” 

To prove your point to him, you tip your head back with the glass raised to your lips. The burn stings only momentarily as the dark liquid slides down your throat into your esophagus. You match the satisfying smile Yoongi gives you with one of your own. 

“Ay! That’s the Y/n I know! But I'm still going to grab more because we’re all taking one together. So prepare for round two,” he laughs with crinkles in his eyes. 

“That man is devious,” you tell yourself.

Glass by glass, Yoongi places a straight row of shooters on the table. Whiskey pours out of the rim of the bottle, filling each borrelglas to the brim with the assistance of Dia – Yoongi’s partner in crime. The same girl you have known for almost as long as Jin. Peculiar and precise. She’ll easily become your best friend or worst enemy (in a friendly manner of course) depending on the subject of interest. Just like her boyfriend, Yoongi.

Jimin is the first one to reach out and grab two glasses, handing one over to his lady before interlacing another's arms together in a cross-cup toast. It’s adorable how locked in with their honeymoon phase and sickeningly sweet whenever Jimin’s public displays of affection get too rowdy for their own good.

“I’d like to propose a proposition!” Yoongi shouts with his glass held high. He squints while surveilling the crowd around him. Both Naia and Jimin freeze just as their lips touch their glasses. Jungkook is pulling his lucky lady, Jords, closer to him by her wrist while Rosie and Namjoon side-eye another with suspicion. 

You raise your eyebrows with concern as you look at Yoongi while you see Hoseok and his partner, Kat, already slipping out of the side door before the argument is presented.

“It’s every man for themselves!” Yoongi shouts in a cheer. In an instant, the house shouts with either approbation or groans. Some newcomers have absolutely no idea what is happening while the excitement bubbles with the rest of them. 

Each person eventually takes their shot; down the hatch it goes. Among clinking your glass back to the table you dart your eyes directly to Jin who already has his hands out in submission. 

“I know, I know!” He quips up with a higher pitch voice. 

“I still remember what happened last year! Don’t you pull that stunt again!” You warn him with a mischievous grin. You’re not angry at the man, only showing more of a fun-loving attitude with a bit of spice. Practically telling him not to pretend you two form an “alliance” only to knock you out with a snowball to the back of your head to win the game after you finished off the third to last person standing.

You still have nightmares of that snowball fight. 

“Everyone has 10 minutes to put on their gear and prepare outside!” You hear Yoongi speak as he begins moving his way up the stairs. 

Each person scatters frantically, the ones who sleep in the other cabin nearly trip over another to rush out the doors to the deck. Taehyung and Maggie bicker briefly over the dishes, trying to figure out the proper time to conduct the chore while the urgency of the death-match is present. 

You hear Maggie mutter something about Yeontan as well, but Taehyung is already rushing up the stairs after Yoongi in a fit of giggles to even care. You follow her, patting her back as both you and Jin leisurely follow suit. 

“The dishes can wait,” you chuckle. You lean in closer to her ear, smiling as you look back at Jin. “If you want him out early, trick him. He’s definitely a competitive one, but he’s got a soft heart. Use it against him!” 

“That’s just cruel,” Jin speaks from behind you, having heard your words. 

You whip your head around fast the second you reach the top of the stairs, stopping Jin mid-step. “You are one to talk!” you accuse with a pointed finger, his words provoking you instantly. “I’m going to get you back!” You alert him with confidence. 

Jin shakes his head with a smile, raising his voice just as you do. He’s only doing it to get a fiery reaction out of you, making the two of you laugh at the act. Once he steps to you, he’s already ushering you with his lead into your respective shared room with laughter. 

You peer down through your window shades to the backyard, noticing the first few bodies collecting themselves in the field. It is difficult to tell who is who at the moment given the darkness of the night and the yard only being lit out by the overhead moon and the outside porch lighting. 

“We need to hurry up!” you say as you're slipping on your second sweater over your head. “They’re already prepping!” 

Jin tosses you a smile over his shoulder as he begins exiting the room, “I’m already ready!” 

You chase after him as you struggle to put on your last sock, hopping your way over to the stairs before flying down them. You shove on your thick boots fast, securing the straps tightly around to prevent any fallen snow powder from falling inside.

You stagger outside the sidedoor, stepping hastily into the deck and gripping the first clump of snow in your gloved hands. Packing the material tight in your palm, you create your first snowball of the night. 

Scanning over the expanse of the yard, you notice the spaced out heads creeping deeper into the field. Everyone eventually finds their own shelter and space to prepare for the onslaught of the night. 

Besides you, who stands rather confidently and out in plain sight as you attempt to measure the footprints in the snow. Like tracking a lonely prey in the dark, you are trying to figure out which direction your lovely boyfriend has run off towards. 

“One minute left!”

You hear the shout of one of the men in the distance that alerts you of the time. It makes you react quickly, shooting for a straight line toward the other cabin only a few yards away and taking your own path into the trees behind the building. The deeper you go, the less footprints you see. 

Which is good and bad for you.

You drop yourself down in a squat, clumping snow together into a palm-sized ball that you store into the side pockets of your jacket. You can fit two in each and one snowball in each hand, giving you six snowbullets to work with. 

Again, you hear another alert. This time indicating the game is officially started and you must find your leverage. You peek around the tree, squinting your eyes around the corners of the cabin and watch for any movement. 

In the dim light you can see a body moving along the edge of the wall, their jacket matching the snow so well that if they lay flat against the ground they could blend right in. Their long hair pulled back into a ponytail gives them away when their hood falls off their head. 

It most definitely is Kat. 

You watch her pathing, admiring the stealth technique she uses. Once her body disappears from sight, you wait approximately 10 seconds before copying her footsteps along the same track. In a way, you are covering up your own trail by using others. 

Working in the shadows is the best decision you assume, so you maintain your drive. You have no desire to be the overall winner or take out the most people. The only thing you want is to sneak attack Jin and get him back for last year's scrimmage. 

But you hope nobody else doesn’t get to him before you. 

You notice Dia walking back to the large cabin, arms crossed over her front as her knees hoist high to accommodate the piled up snow. Based on the way she seems, you deem that she is already out of the game and she’s going back inside to get warm. Far out to the right of you, you hear the shrieks of others. You cannot recognize if any of them are from Jin, but you do see Bam running after somebody at high speed before tackling them down. 

Stepping further into the snow covered grassland, a small chirping noise makes you freeze. You turn your head toward the call, waiting for the noise to happen again. Once you hear the distinctive whistle again, you prepare your arm for the first throw. 

“Pst, Y/n…” The deep voice sounds more like a murmur, “up here!” 

You find yourself staring at an evergreen tree under a full sheet of white snow. One branch begins to move slowly, directing your attention toward it. Slowly you creep your way closer, making your way under the canopy it provides. 

“Tae?” You question the second you notice a pair of legs hanging off a branch five feet above you. “What are you doing up there?” 

You begin to ready your throw until Taehyung shoots out a hand, gesturing you to halt your action. His face tells you he is in the defense, not trying to start a fight. 

“I’m hiding,” he laughs lightly. “Not really trying to go all in. I’m playing it safe.” 

Jumping assumptions, you tilt your head as you question him, “Hiding from Maggie?”

“Actually… not really,” he huffs. He looks off through the branches, trying to scope out the main field of play. “I’m not scared of her. I’m scared of Namjoon more than anyone.” 

You begin to step away the second you hear noise closer than before. Both Taehyung and you become dead silent. Ducking your head, you look from below the limbs of the tree for any movement but fail to see anything. 

“Looking for Jin?” Taehyung mutters.

Glancing back up to him, you notice the way his arm is outstretched with his finger pointed. His eyes continue to peek through the tree, set on something you cannot see. 

“He’s currently lurking around the fencing by the bigger cabin. I can see his green hat from here.” 

You pivot in place, not giving it any second thoughts before going back into the field of war. Your mind is so dedicated to getting your revenge that you almost forget to thank Taehyung for not tagging you out and ruining your plans. 

Unaware of who all has been knocked out and who all is still currently in the game, you take your leisurely time walking around as silent as possible against all trees and housings. Quickly stepping closer to the larger cabin and hopefully finding Jin near the same area that Taehyung previously mentioned. 

You’ve made it as far as the lonely shed right besides the larger establishment where you need to sit for a minute and take a breather. The heavy clothing certainly keeps you as warm as possible, but it weighs you down drastically. It is a whole work out just walking in shin-high snow. 

You yank your scarf higher up your neck, tucking the loose frayed pieces into your jacket and cozying yourself against a small corner besides a secondary storage unit and the back of the shed. You watch the puff of air form a cloud out of your mouth the moment you sigh, finding it entertaining as you sit back. 

The sound of crunching footsteps drawing near the side of you alerts your senses. You grip a snowball in each hand, holding yourself impossibly closer as you risk any movement. Fearing the moment you go to kneel or stand that you will end up being too loud. With patience, you listen hard at the approaching steps. 

They must be coming from the right, giving you the slight advantage of being hidden around the corner of the storage space. It eases you momentarily, although the proximity closing in riles your anxiety up. You got lucky with Taehyung’s niceness, you can’t assume everyone else will pass up on the opportunity. 

You’re literally a sitting duck. 

It all happens in a blur. To your surprise, you see Rosie stumbling over herself in a frantic state. Nearly faceplanting herself into the snow as she rounds the corner and is completely oblivious to your whereabouts. She’s trying to escape the presence of another. 

She huffs and puffs, turning around fast to haul a snowball directly behind at her assailant. Rosie falls with her throw, landing straight on her bottom as she stares with horror inflicted eyes. Seconds pass as you see a snowball land right on her in full force, nailing her arms as she raises them to guard herself. 

You remain preserved against the building, not moving a single muscle until you see a green hat come into your view. Jin walks brisky over to Rosie with a smile and hands out, ready to help her up from the ground. Completely walking right past you and not seeing you in the small corner you’re cooped up in. 

Your breath halts, heart beating firmly with excitement as you impulsively dart your body forward and chuck both snowballs at Jin. Hoping that either of them will smack right into him.

And they do. 

Jin and Rosie both turn in bewilderment, eyes wide and confused. You lay there, arms forward from your throw and stomach on the ground with a wicked smile on your face as you smile up at Jin. 

“I got you back!” you begin to laugh, closing your eyes to relish in the moment. 

Roise is the first to join you in your tittering, and shortly after, Jin as well. 

“I didn’t see you there!” Rosie points after getting up, “have you been here the whole time?” 

Jin plops himself on you, trying to attack you for getting him out of the game but also giving you a tight hug. 

“I haven’t! I literally just came here, sat down, and next thing I know the two of you showed up!” 

You play-fight back with Jin, mushing snow into his face as he tries burying it in the crook of your neck. The two of you giggle, yelling at another for the attempts of tickling. 

“Where were you!” Jin smiles after pinning your arms down with both his knees, his body on top of you. “You know I've been searching for you the entire time.”

“Oh you know, here and there. Trying to stay clear from everyone and looking for you!” 

Rosie begins to step aside, aiming to head back into the house, but quickly jumps back behind the shed. She whispers quickly, notifying both Jin and you of another person coming toward the group. 

“Y/n! You’re still playing! Yoongi’s coming!” 

From the corner you see a suit all in black arrive on the scene. Instantly, a snowball pegs Rosie where she stands, her displeasure in her words telling Yoongi she is already out is very evident. She points over at Jin, blaming the culprit for her defeat. When Yoongi turns his head to see the position both you and Jin are in, he cannot help but let out a loud chuckle. 

“What’s going on here?” He gestures with his covered hand. 

Jin sits lightly on your chest, knees still holding down your arms as you kick with your legs behind him. You wiggle your best, trying to escape the trap you’re in. 

“Well you see,” Jin begins with a cheery voice, “I had gotten Rosie out, and this little sneaky she-devil was hiding behind this shed. Nailing me with both her snowballs at once the second she saw me.” 

You tilt your head to view Yoongi, nose and cheeks kissed with the coldness of the night. You narrow your eyes at the man who wiggles his brow at you, a creeping smirk growing on his face.

“Yoongi,” you warn, “remember who brought you the whiskey.” 

He steps closer to both you and Jin, crouching down next to you with a curious tilt to his head. His bottom lip juts out as he ponders the situation, scanning your face. 

“I want to win.” 

His voice comes clear as a whistle, tone completely monochromic with nothing but seriousness. Above your head he holds a snowball, dangling it in front of your face as he laughs at your struggles. You tut and bark your fury at both him and Jin, demanding to be let go and given the chance to run away. But sadly, you are not obeyed. 

Gravity allows the clump of snow to drop from Yoongi’s palm straight onto your forehead. Tagging you out and reigning Yoongi as victorious in this unfair mini-battle. He begins counting on his fingers all the people he has tagged and seen leave the premises. 

“There’s still a few lone wolves out there,” he turns back the way he came and begins stepping away. “Wish me luck!” 

You grumble in submission, begging Jin to get off your body and allowing you to stand back up. He helps dust off the pieces of snow that have gotten stuck to your jacket, smiling to himself as he wipes away the pieces that have fallen into your hairline. 

“You’re so mean,” you pout. Turning on your heels, you go to follow Rosie back towards the large cabin before Jin’s hands grab you. 

“But you got me, hon! How does that make me the mean one here?” 

His gleeful smile is infectious, making you smile like a complete duffus back at him. He shimmies himself in place, an attempt to make you feel better.

It works, but only slightly. 

“How about I take you back inside. Get you warmed up with a nice hot bath. How does that sound?” 

It’s cold outside but even colder inside as piece by piece you strip yourself of each layer of clothes. The warmth they hold against your body dissipates fast into the air. The running faucet of the bath cuts abruptly, turning your head to notice Jin finishing off the last bits of the tub with extra epsom salts. Small candles are lit on the one corner, flickering in the air as Jin moves skillfully around. 

Jin does have a knack for making things seem more than ordinary. 

His pants remain on, for now, but everything else is bare. His back is so inviting with the way his muscles flex over his bones. The moment he stands up straight from his hunched position your arms slink around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind and pushing up your nude body against him. You leave a soft, tender kiss to his spine, right between his shoulder blades.

“I love you,” you whisper. For no reason other than to tell him your feelings. Sometimes in the most random moments of the day you just want to express your adoration. 

His hands rub over your arms, loosening up your grip and twisting in your hold. As Jin faces you he’s already scooping up your chin with his fingers and placing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“You’re cute,” he grins. 

Jin’s eyes never leave yours, even with the temptation of staring down at your body from his height. He is solely focusing on the way you glow with mirth. 

“Let’s get in,” you mutter as your hands find their way to his waistband, ready to tug the leftover clothes down his body. “I bet it’s nice and warm. I love the added touch with the bubbles and candles.” 

“You go ahead, I want to grab us a drink first.” Jin spins you around, walking you to the side of the bath and leading you with his hand. One foot at a time, you step in slowly. The tingly sensation of heat nips at your frigid skin, instantly warming you up. He waits until you’re fully seated, submerged to the tops of your clavicle before heading downstairs. 

“I want to get the good wine,” he mentions as he heads out the door. “You can turn on the jet system if you want, just watch out for the bubbles!” 

You sigh deeply as you recline back onto the porcelain tub, running your hands over the goosebumps that have risen across your skin. It feels comfortable and much needed. The water is doing exactly what it needs to do to keep you nice and warm. 

The second you feel like you’re drifting away, even tilting your head back around the edge of the tub, you hear Jin coming back into the room. He steps around the area, two small tumblers in his hand along with a freshly popped wine bottle in the other. 

Your eyes watch the fabric of his bottoms drop to the tilted floor below, admiring the expanse of your boyfriend’s lengthy legs. Jin swiftly pours each of your glasses before entering the bath with you, stepping beside you and nudging your body over with his foot. 

Being with the man for over nine years makes life so much easier. There’s no more awkward first interactions, no risky or scary moments where you feel embarrassed or shy. It’s ultimately and domestically comfortable for you. You don’t even bother having to sneak a peak over at his hanging ball sack, he purposely exposes it openly for you to view. 

“How does it feel?” He questions as he takes a seat beside you, handing you your glass. “Will you let me sit behind you?” 

You take the wine glass with mirth, excited to sip leisurely at the darken liquid poured from the bottle. Jin drags you back by your shoulder after submerging himself, pulling you right against his chest so that you can lean back and enjoy the relaxing position. 

“I’m so happy you managed to snag one of the master bedrooms, mainly because of the bathroom,” you laugh as you tilt your head back for a swig. 

“I’m happy that you’re happy,” he responds, humming a sigh as he sneaks his arms around your front and casually teases the round of your tit. His fingertips ghost over your nipple, blaming the bubbles obstructing his perfect view.

The mixture of alcohol plus the heavenly heat of the water feels as if you are in complete serenity, floating away into the ultimate comfort zone. Carelessly, you draw lines up his thigh with your one hand as the other keeps your glass above water. 

“I love you,” you repeat again. This time it earns a chuckle behind you, the water rippling as his shoulders shake. You turn around to look at him with a frown, saying an elongated “hey!”

Jin is quick to place a kiss to the side of your face, peppering them the longer you scowl at him for the rude response to your confession. When he sees you not cracking your act, he softens up a bit. 

He places his glass on the side of the tub before enveloping you completely with his arms, squeezing you tight against him and molding his face against yours. Slowly, he sways the two of you with the water. It eventually earns a creeping smile from your lips. 

“I love you too, honey. Don’t be upset with me when I find it funny that you casually blurt it out. It’s funny in a ‘cute’ kind of way,” he admits. 

“You keep calling me cute,” you huff. “I am more than that, I’ll have you know!” 

Your boyfriend uses his palms to rub over your arms, compressing the muscles under his fingers as he lightly massages you. 

“I know you are!” he whines back, a teasing tone laced in his voice. “You’re beautiful and smart. Sometimes even a little rambunctious when you need to be.” 

Jin’s lips meet the shell of your ear, the smile he wears is evident in his words he speaks. He gently nips at your lobe, sprinkling his luscious lips over the skin across your neck. 

Goosebumps rise and fall across your body again. The sensation is so intimate it makes you feel vulnerable under his ministrations. Even a small moan escapes your mouth as you lean into him. 

“We just got in the bath,” you warn – regretting the second you even say it. 

Jin takes it as he needs to stop his actions, so he pulls away. He contently sighs, admitting that you are absolutely correct and that the two of you should enjoy the water while the heat lasts. 

“Can I at least massage you a little bit?” 

“You’re really asking for it, huh?” you tut back, laughing the second he begins to smile. 

You nod, leaning off of him to sit up. Reaching back, you tap on your trapezius (right above your shoulder) to urge him to place his skillful hands there. Jin commits to the request, arching both thumbs into your back as the rest of his fingers hook around to anchor himself. 

Steadily, he rubs circles into your back. Pushing firmly against the muscles that lie underneath. Very small knots can be found in the right areas, he just needs to experiment a bit more to find them all. 

Together, the two of you sit there in perfect harmony. The longer his fingers press into your back the further your head begins to swim. With the way your body continues to stay warm, rising the temperatures around you – you don’t even question the way you fall head over heels for the man right behind you. 

You bite back the want to tell him that you love him, knowing how it probably will end if you do. So instead you turn in your spot abruptly, disturbing his course of actions with a request.

“Can I suck you off? You’ve been so good to me,” you stare at him with not a single care or fear of judgment. 

Your boyfriend is minorly caught off guard from the way you so nonchalantly ask him that he nearly chokes on his own spit. However, he doesn’t miss the way his cock twitches under water from the sound of promising pleasure. 

The thought process is very simpleminded of him, quickly shaking his head in approval. 

“Let’s get out of the bath,” he beckons you with both hands. 

You giggle at his eagerness, grabbing a washcloth off to the side and quickly running it over the parts of your body that needs scrubbing. 

“You go first,” you smile at him. 

From your spot you watch the way he shakes a towel around his body to soak up the water droplets. He’s dipping his hands in the bathwater quickly before running them throughout his hair. Jin’s eyes look at you with caution, curious why you refuse to move as fast as he is.

“I’ll be right there! I promise. Just give me 5 minutes and wait for me on the bed.”

His fingers tap under your chin quickly as he agrees. You can see his cock already hardening as his mind races with a thousand thoughts.

“Hurry,” he beckons as he stands up. 

After Jin pads his way out of the bathroom, leaning over the tub to make sure he’s out of view completely, you unlock the drainage system for the tub. Rushing out of the pool of water, you’re careful to not slip on the tile below you as you scurry around the bathroom. You close the door momentarily, only to get to the small closet located right beside it. 

You secretly have stashed something for Jin in here on the first day you arrived. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to use the item. 

Tonight is that exact opportunity you need.

“Hon?” you hear the muffled voice of Jin through the otherside of the door. 

“I’m coming!” you shout back in an instant.

Your hands travel down the length of the piece of clothing you managed to throw on quickly. Smoothing out the creases and checking yourself over in the mirror above the two sinks.

You are not sure why you feel a hint of nervousness. Maybe it’s perhaps that this is the first time you are doing something like this. Surprisingly, you’re not sure why it hasn’t happened already. So you take that one deep breath you need to help steady your heart. The handle to the door twists with ease in your grasp as you rotate your wrist to unhinge the large wooden plank standing in the way between you and Jin.

With one swift motion, you reveal yourself out of the bathroom. Even taking your first few steps into the bedroom with confidence as you find a pair of eyes glued to you. You stop in your tracks when you can’t fully read Jin’s expression, sending a signal of doubt to your head.

“Oh no, does… does it look bad?” 

You shrivel up where you stand, at least that’s how it feels to you, as your hands grip at the loose fabric piece flowing over your body. Standing less than 10 feet away from Jin who is propped up on his bed, with a proudly standing erection in his hand and legs spread out, you feel as if you were in the wrong for whatever reason.

Jin blinks at your attire. Eyes wide like a milk saucer pan, frantically scanning over every single inch of your body. His lips part slightly, breath hitched in his throat as he struggled to gulp down the saliva gathering in his mouth.

“Holy hell,” he looks at you in awe. “Holy – Y/n. No! Not at all! How’d you – Why…” he struggles to even form a straight sentence with you. 

He nervously cuckles, heat rises to his face as if he is a child caught red handed. Jin’s grip tightens around his growth out of frustration and excitement.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/n. Hold on now,” he smiles with astonishment.

Jin stares at you in the most disrespectful ways. The small babydoll light pink slip you managed to sneak on completely throws him off guard. It’s satin and sheer, see-through in the areas across your stomach and teases his eyes with the lace spread across your breasts. But Jin is appreciative to no end. He cannot help the way his tongue comes out to swipe across his lips, coating them with a gloss of his spit.

“Thank you,” you smirk with praise.

You stand there with a bashful smirk. Feeling heat from embarrassment but also the feeling of achievement from Jin’s reaction. There’s accomplishment swelling up inside of you, so much that you have no clue what to do with it yourself.

“Shit… do a little twirl for me, I want to see it all.”

You obey naturally as you try to cover up your smile with your fist. One slow spin helps give Jin all the imagery he craves. It urges him to run his fist up his cock enough to tease himself, just as you stand there looking like a whole dessert.

The slip flows with your movements with elegance. It compliments each and every edge of your frame just how you always wished. The more reactions you see out of the Jin the more trust you have in yourself.

“So…” you hum with a quiet giggle. “May I help you with that?”

You give Jin’s dick a pointed look. Noticing how he’s struggling to keep his pace slow. He nods happily; even his entire face lights up with the way you get closer to the edge of the bed and begin kneeling on the mattress.

“Where did you get that?” he leans further back into his pillows as he releases his cock. His eyes never leave your body, they can hardly meet your face with how tantalizing you appear right here – right now.

“I did a little shopping,” you say in a teasing manner.

You crawl up closer to Jin’s side, smiling down at him as he aimlessly reaches his hands to touch you. He wants to feel the material for himself, but also he wants to feel how the material feels on you.

He loosely cups your chest, running his fingers around the lace trimmings. Jin presses into your flesh softly, enjoying the way his palms cuff you. 

As you take his cock in your hand, you hear a stifled groan out of Jin’s throat. He’s heavy and thick, even the base of his shaft begs you for friction as it twitches in your hold.

“Hm, can you keep the dress on for me?”

You nod your head as you lean closer to him and plant a kiss on his lips. Whispering slowly, you take in his bottom lip between your set of teeth.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

You run your palm up and down his shaft, jerking him slowly as your lips come in contact again. Soft huffes come fanning out on your face as you make-out with your boyfriend. His breath shortening by the minute.

His hands come to lather themselves over you. Touching you anywhere and everywhere. Rubbing softly and delicately over the curves and edges of your body as far as he can reach. You pump him with the same pace, flicking your thumb over his cockhead to spread the leaking precum oozing from the tip.

You take the lead, planting kisses and trail them down the side of Jin’s jaw towards the column of his neck. Your plush lips press into him teasingly, continuing down his exposed chest as you shift yourself down the bed. The goal is to level yourself comfortably above his cock, mouth parted and ready to suck.

Gently, you angle his cock towards your face. You admire the angry tip with smudged arousal glistening the top of it like a glazed pastry. Bowing your body, you purposely leave your ass lifted in the air as you bend down toward his lap.

One kiss. Two kisses.

By the third heavenly kiss to the tip of his dick, you poke out your tongue. Wetting the area in a teasing fashion. You slide it over the slit that leaks his juicy precum, tasting it on your tastebuds as your eyes look up toward him.

“Mmm,” you hum with a smile. Letting the man know you fully value how delicious his flavor is.

“God, you’re so gorgeous like that. With those eyes staring up at me,” he comments with a huff.

You thank him kindly by sinking your mouth on him. Allowing yourself to hollow your cheeks out and forcing the size of him inside. His cock lays across your tongue as you flatten it, allowing the girthy appendage to sweep past and inch closer to your throat.

Pulling back, you continue the rhythmic motion of bobbing your head down on Jin. Taking him in more by each gifted inch. Every time you pull back, you suck in – harder. More forceful with the next grind down on him.

You try your very best to keep contact with the lustful eyes staring down at you. His jugular bobs as he swallows thickly, chest rising to keep up with his beating heart. Jin leers down at you with mirth radiating from him.

His hooded eyes twinkle with excitement and carnal desire. Even in the heat of his feverish delight, his palm can’t help but run over the side of your head and brush away the strands of your hair.

“Oh, Y/n,” he moans out loud. He sets his teeth together as if they can hold back another noise, but it fails.

He encourages you to go faster with how prominent his hand is on the top of your head. The way he gradually begins pushing you down with your movements, a silent plea for you to take him all in.

You cover his entire shaft with your spit; allowing it to leak down and touch onto his pelvic area. With everything in you, you focus on breathing calmly. Even when Jin’s cockhead presses firmly against the back of your throat with his next firm push against your head.

Battling with your esophagus, you open it up graciously to allow him to shove further. Heat pools in your stomach as arousal gathers in your panties. You want to reach down, touch yourself to please your body, but you’re not granted that opportunity when Jin’s force makes your hands reach for his hips instead.

“Look at me, hon,” he nearly pants out. “Look at how you make me feel.”

He shifts himself up, thrusting his pelvis into your mouth as he holds your head. You groan and nearly choke out around him, gagging as his cock plunges further into your throat and forcing your mouth to widen further.

Tears draw near the brims of your eyes from the pressure; a reaction from your body when you cannot catch a breath for yourself. You stare up at him with determination, yet all Jin can see is how filthy your mouth is wrapped around his cock.

“You’re beautiful in that little dress of yours,” he compliments.

Jin pulls your head up abruptly, allowing your sucking to ‘pop’ as you are discarded from his dick. A string of saliva connected from his cock pulls and snaps from your lips as you hover in your spot right above Jin’s throbbing member. You gasp for air as if you came up from underwater.

“Jin!” you retort, but you’re met with a coy smirk.

“You’re so good to me, Y/n. I just want to keep doing that. I can cum so fast when you have me deep in your throat like that.”

Jin’s breath sounds slightly labored, yet you feel as if you’re doing all the hard work here. But you want to please the man you’ve been with for years on end. The one you could never replace. The same man who helped you grow as you helped him.

You point at him teasingly with a glint in your eyes. With a small wiggle to your eyebrows you agree to Jin that you accept such a request. Your wrist wipes away the remaining droll that escaped your lips before you dive down once again.

Slowly, you begin to descend. You tilt your head as you look up toward his flushed out face. He has a small crease between his eyebrows from the concentration he radiates as he stares down at you. His fingers comb through your roots, pulling your hair by the base and keeping them away from your face as you dip your head down on him.

With the way his fist forms in your strands, you realize how dedicated he is in wanting to control the pace. The pressure of his palm makes that certain.

“Fuck,” he slurs his word over the intoxicated way his head feels from the way your lips pinch around his cock. “Yeah, just like that. Just like that.”

Jin encourages you. Tingling your ears and fueling that small admiration you secretly always crave. It makes you feel worthy. 

Accomplished.

As if you and only you can make him feel this way. You hold onto this notion, keep it close and secure right next to your heart as your mouth and throat are at war with his cock. Jin ignores the small gags of desperation you give off the more he pushes your head down, he knows you can take him.

After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve pleased the man orally. 

But just how Jin’s motivating words fuel you, make you feel like such a good girl for him – your whimpers and tenacity charge him! Boosting that competitive and pampered ego of his, making him feel on top of the world when you’re breaking down around him in the most lustful ways.

“I’m close,” he warns through his soft pants. “So close, honey. You’re right there. Keep doing that. Fuck, you’re so good.”

His cockhead presses against the back of your throat as he holds you down on him with the purpose of shooting his load to the back of your mouth. Jin grunts softly, holding his breath the moment his orgasm hits him.

He twitches inside your mouth, you can feel it around your lips and throat. His cum lobs out in spurts; you hardly get to taste any of it with how deep it shoots out.

Your throat closes around him, trying to swallow him whole. You want to make Jin proud of you, as always. When you sense the way he begins to unwind down from his high, you slowly pull yourself off of his cock. Each receding inch gives you more room to breathe once again.

You hum; a lopsided smile sits on your face as you look over him. You watch the way his stiffened cock slaps down on his lower abdomen in defeat. Spent from its blissful release. However you give Jin hardly any time to recover.

You move up his body one more time, hands sliding up his bare skin until your fingers hook around the edges of his shoulders.

“How was that?” you speak with a bit of hoarseness to your voice.

Your leg swings over his lap, giving you the chance to straddle on top of Jin as you move your body closer to his. Knowingly, you hover your center directly above his sensitive cock that still spasms with aftershocks of his orgasm. But before you drop yourself onto his lap, you give Jin the fair warning with the way you link your lips back together with his.

Plunging your tongue past his teeth, you force him to taste himself. It doesn’t bother him one bit.

Jin hums a noise of brief protest, but you ignore it entirely.

“I want you inside of me,” you whisper against his kiss-beaten lips.

“Please,” you hum as you push your body against his.

Your boyfriend traces his palms across your exposed skin; up your arms, over your smooth thighs and under the loose fabric of your baby pink slip. He touches you with greed, pulling you with him as he feels your crotch come in contact with his dick.

Jin chokes out a moan, the friction so sensitive to him that he cannot help but be vocal with you.

“S-Shit,” he huffs. 

His fingers find their way between your thighs to graze over the sheer fabric that barely covers your pussy. Even from the first knuckle he uses to touch you, he can feel how graciously wet you are through the material of your thong.

You push into him once more, intentionally rubbing yourself against his cock. You grind down as your hands slither up the sides of his neck to grip at the back of his head. Holding him where you want him; kissing him how you want to kiss him.

“God, Jin. Fuck me now,” you beg with another dry hump. “Fill me up,” you speak in your most alluring tone.

Jin chases your mouth with his as he grunts back to your dirty spoken words. He lightly chuckles to himself in between kisses, a growing smile stops you from returning the last kiss.

“You’re seducing me you little minx,” he chuckles.

“It’s working,” you comment as you tug on his locks. “I’m so wet right now,” you whisper as you nose against his cheek. “So hurry and fuck me in this little dress.”

Without hesitation, Jin obeys the call of his beautiful lady. He hooks his arm around your body before swapping places with you in one swift movement. Your back lands on the mattress faster than you can count to 1. Jin’s already lifting the skirt of your slip to pool it around your waist in 2. His fingers pull away the thin material of your panties in 3 mere seconds.

He looks down between the two of you, eyes focusing right at the apex of your thighs that you willingly spread open for him. Opening yourself up wide to show how much you truly are glistening for him.

Heat rises with how close Jin places his body to yours. The alcoholic beverages you have drank surely does help with your temperature – even the nice warm bath helps keep you nice and toasty. But the way both you and Jin radiate such a hotness between each other, skin on skin contact, your body begins simmering like water in a pan. All your blood vessels rushing throughout your entire being in excitement and anticipation.

That’s what has you beginning to feel like you’re roasting over an open fire. Though, you are technically under that theoretical fire.

Jin.

“Beautiful,” he comments with adoration.

His fingers continue to spread your panties to the side, holding the fabric there as his body edges closer to you. Cock securely in his other hand to help guide him to your entrance, not before he leisurely runs his tip up and down your folds to gather up your slick.

Jin smiles to himself the moment his cockhead dips into you, pushing open your walls with a hasty movement. The two of you equally gasp for air as if your lungs were finally released from a tight squeeze. All the pent up elation and eagerness built such fever between the two of you, that the initial moment of Jin entering inside you feels even more intimate.

Once Jin fastens himself in a position to where he’ll be able to thrust into you, he lets his urgency take the better of him. You are top priority to him, and the gravity of the matter is heavy to his heart.

Your chest rises and falls the deeper he sinks, sitting his lap flush against your cunt and forcing a loud slap of skin to resound in the air. Jin anchors an elbow down into the mattress beside you as his free hand runs down your inner thigh to your knee – pinning that leg onto the bed. It grants him the beautiful angle to look down your entire body, ogling the scene before him as his cock rams into your body.

“Mmf,” you moan through your nose.

The pleasure feels so heavenly to you, you cannot help but flutter your eyes from how your body grasps onto the way Jin drags his cock along your wet walls. Lust energizes you to touch yourself by folding your chest. You grope and tug on your chest, kneading your tits between your fingers while you let out mewing groans of delight.

“Ah,” – you smile with a bright gleam – “More. More!”

Even when Jin angles his head closer to your neck, sucking kisses into your skin around your clavicle, he makes sure to maintain his sight down the length of your body.

Sloppy wet squelching noises echo in the room from Jin’s onslaught of thrusts. It only shows how shockingly wet you are for turning on your man.

You feel him fill you up completely before pulling back, only just to do it all over again. Jin rolls his hips expertly into you, knowing that you need and want nothing else but that. Your body twitches for him, involuntarily, as you chase his thrusts with your own.

“Jin,” you moan soft enough for only his ears to hear.

Your body becomes restless, unable to relax as your pleasurable high eggs closer towards the finish line. You can feel the way your cunt clenched tighter with each passing second.

A higher pitched moan escapes your throat when he picks up speed. Jin’s breath fans out across your neck as he lowers his angle, positioning himself deeper into your cunt in the process.

“You like that, Y/n?” he huffs out between the shortness of his breath. “I wish you could see how pretty you are with how hot and horny you look right now. God, I want you so much.”

His thrusts are quick and shallow, but they work overtime. Each time his hips rail into you, so does his pubic bone. It rubs and slaps your exposed clit in the ways you need it to. Brushing that itch of nerves that beg to be set loose.

“I always love it,” you admit in a breathless confession.

The knot in your lower stomach begins to tighten while your legs shake around Jin’s slotted frame. Your hands run all over your front, unaware of where to actually place them as you find something to hold onto. You’re hit with a rush of warm tingling sensations the second your orgasm appears, sending luscious jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

Your baby pink slip bunches up in your fists as you toss your head to the side while chanting Jin’s name like a mantra. He fucks you through your release, slapping his pelvis into you as his palm continues to pin you down frame underneath him.

The feeling of your orgasm clenching around his girth, holding him with a vice grip, has Jin screwing his eyes shut. Control entirely out of hand, lost into the abyss of the world; his thrusts gain speed but lose accuracy. Jin chases his climax as your breathless moans ring in his ears.

Your name is the only word he manages to sing through his guttural moan as he spills his entire load deep into your pulsing pussy.

Jin’s hips halt against you, cock completely submerged and cramped against your walls. Light perspiration gathers around pieces of your body to help cool you down. But, Jin pays no mind to the salty taste of sweat when his lips latch onto the underside of your ear after collapsing on top of your body.

A soft chuckle leaves his throat while his arms slither their way under and around your frame. He holds you close to him, skins sticking against another.

His breath fans out in small puffs. He smiles with each small peck of a kiss to your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers softly.

Slowly and shallowly he ruts himself against you. Sensitivity for the both of you are very high.

“I love you too,” you smile with a laugh.

Your arms envelope around him, so do your legs. Embracing Jin in a naked koala-hug.

Moments of silence don't bother either of you. It’s comforting actually. You want nothing more but to snuggle up against your boyfriend, regardless of his softening cock still lodged deep inside of you.

Jin finally leans up with what room he’s allowed to, arm propping himself up as his free hand runs over his forehead to push back his dampened hair. He looks down with you, a smitten look dressed all across his features.

“You got a little drool running down your chin,” he comments as he scans the corner of your lip.

You blink at him as you prepare to respond matter-a-factually.

“I got a little cum inside of me too.” You raise your eyebrows at him, “I think a little drool isn’t my first concern here.”

Jin bites back his laugh while he nods. He slowly readjusts himself, dragging his cock out of you as steady as possible. The emptiness makes you miss him instantly, however you thank the small sting of pleasure reminding you that he was once there.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes with a bit of worry behind his eyes. “I know normally I ask ahead of time… I just got a bit carried away.”

You unravel your limbs from him, giving the two of you more breathing space. Together you sit up on the mattress, still leaning toward another as you keep your eyes connected.

“You’re ok, Jin. The clean up is a bit annoying but I don’t mind. I’ll just be in the bathroom for a little longer than usual. You know I have an IUD so at least that isn’t the problem,” you reassure your boyfriend as you straighten out the wrinkles in your slip.

Jin’s fingers come up to grip around the strap hanging on your shoulder, pulling it slightly back into its respective place.

“This dress… I blame this,” he smirks.

Yip! Yip! Yip!

“Would you stop scaring the birds away?”

Yip!

You roll to your side, away from the burning sunlight peeking through the narrow blinds. The constant noise of Taehyung’s six pound Pomeranian, Yeontan, barking up a storm outside stirs you awake. The voice of his girlfriend, Maggie, hushes the ambitious dog each and every time the furball speaks up.

Confidentially, you gauge the time to be far too early for your liking. Much too early to be awake at this hour. And too damn early to be smelling the beginnings of something so scrumptious, something so delicious, wafting into your room. 

It’s cruel how the scent urges you to stay awake. Calling to your senses enough to have your hand searching the other side of the bed for your boyfriend. 

The fabric feels cool, empty without the warmth of another body. If your intuition is correct, and typically it usually is, your best guess is that Jin must be cooking to his heart's content to accommodate the company of the houses with breakfast.

You give yourself a big long stretch, the type that nearly bone-pops your entire spine and pulls each muscle taut against another. Gingerly, you step yourself over to the bathroom, sliding on your boyfriend’s extra pair of fuzzy slippers and sliping each of your arms through the deep purple faux fur robe. It came as a couple’s set, no doubt Jin must be wearing his matching one seeing as it is missing from the hook. It serves to keep you as warm as possible in the early morning bitterness.

Your vixenous nightgown slinks over your curves, reminders of last night still replaying in your mind as you stare yourself in the mirror above the sink. The places his pillowy lips lingered far too long left small bruised spots on your skin. How his hands gently graced over the cups of your breasts, outlining the soft flesh before grazing over the tops of them. How his legs slotted themselves between your thighs, using his body to pry you open wider for him. 

Even the recurring thoughts about it makes your nipples harden and your body excited. 

You clear the small morning crusts from the tear ducts of your eyes and pick at the suspicious growing bump near the bottom of your chin before turning the faucet on. The moment your hand dips to test the running tap water, your eyes catch sight of something shiny slunk around your fourth finger. 

A deep furrow digs itself a permanent residence on your forehead as you analyze the silver band. Sitting comfortably on top of the piece of jewelry is nothing but a solid diamond rock, cut in the shape of a delicate snowflake and surrounded with two lines of matching small clear jewels. 

The water continues to run in the background as you zone out in confusion. Seconds easily turn into a lengthy minute of you just staring at this mysterious ring on your finger. It’s an obvious impression, a statement if anything. You are a fool if you think otherwise. 

The marvelous piece sparkles, shines. It is crafted so beautifully that Persephone would even be envious. Each microscopic edging refracts the light so gorgeously that you wish it is the reason your eyes begin to tear up. 

You stumble out of the bathroom, across the master suite littered with last night's residue, and down the descending steps of the overhead loft area toward the first level of the cabin. Hard on your heels, you pivot the moment you land off the very last step. You come face to face with Jin at the entryway of the kitchen, his hands full of tongs and spatulas. An apron covering his robe and slicked up bedhead hair. 

“Y/n?” He questions you with confusion and a look of concern across his face. 

The sound of your frantic pattering down the stairs, nearly losing a slipper in the rush, must have notified him of an urgency. To his own surprise though, it is you who meets him instead of any other residence from the second floor. 

“Jin?” Your voice comes out raw. It feels heavy in your throat, a harsh scratch straining against your vocal cords as your emotions begin to take over. 

Both of you stand there with wide eyes and shock, for several reasons all at once. Jin is confused as to why you’re up already and if his plan has ultimately been ruined. He cannot read the reason for the tears running down your cheeks or the small hiccup in between your breaths. You’re just trying to maintain every fabricated nerve inside your body to stay as sane as humanly possible. 

But the moment you catch the hint of kindness, the look of full blown sincerity through Jin’s deep chocolate brown eyes… you lose all rational thought.

Your vision blurs the next time you blink, left hand raising up into view. It physically shakes as you attempt to hold it still, flashing the bright rocked jewelry toward your boyfriend. 

“What is this?” You sob. It comes out ugly; a horrible clogged up voice that barely breaks into the air. 

With no hesitation, Jin drops down the cooking utensils to the nearest counter and his hands immediately snake around to envelope you. His palm softly pushes your head into him, holding you close as he leans his against yours. He shushes you, but it only worsens your state. 

“Honey,” he speaks into your hair. His voice is calm, but he, too, sounds different. 

You use the cloth covering his chest as your tissue. His arms are your safe-haven. Everything surrounding you feels like flooded warmth, comforting you like a thick blanket.

“You were supposed to be asleep,” he lightly chuckles after sniffling. He reassures you with his hand slowly rubbing along the length of your back. “I’m making you croffles… your favorite.” 

“Y-Yeontan woke me up,” your voice comes out muffled as you bury your face further into his chest. 

Every hush, every calm and sweet word that Jin speaks only makes you weep more. It only confirms the realization of everything that almost starts feeling like a delusional dream.

“Look at me,” he taps your head lightly. 

You're reluctant at first, not wanting him to see your reddened eyes. But, you listen to his guidance. His thumbs swipe away loose tears that broke out, eliminating their existence as you try your best to look anywhere but directly at him. 

“Y/n.” 

“Is this… are you being serious? Is this what I think it is?’

“Look at me, please,” he pleads softly. 

You meet his heartfelt eyes, they glisten with moisture. Emotional, just like you. The sizzling and crackling of the pans on the oven momentarily remind you of his cooking. You attempt to direct his attention to it, afraid his food will spoil if left unattained. 

He quickly pulls you closer to the counter, stepping you aside to turn the dials down on the stove and lifting the pans away. A waffle frier dings simultaneously just as the bubbles of another pan begin to boil over the rim. 

Standing there against the edge of the counter, you timidly hold your arms close and across your body. The snug heat Jin provides your body disappears instantly as he swiftly manages the kitchen before coming back to you. Noodles, eggs, and various breakfast goodies linger about the area. Prepared well for whoever wishes to eat. 

“I’m so sorry, Hon. It was supposed to be a surprise.” 

He speaks, tone broken and saddened. His hands come to hold yours in his, fingers soothing over your palms. Jin steps closer to you, dropping everything to make you as unconcerned as possible. 

“I was going to wake you with breakfast in bed.” 

His eyes flicker between yours, watching the way they redden further as you silently sob. It breaks down his walls as he switches to his gentle nature. He feels the way your body trembles, how anxiety is riddled throughout your body and watches the way your bottom lip quivers. 

Jin’s eyes begin to match yours, coating lightly with a layer of tears. His fingertips never stop rubbing light circles into your palms as he leans closer to you. Voice caught in his throat and chest heavier than a weighted iron.

“Jin 一”

“一 I love you,” he confesses through a shaky breath. His hands squeeze yours tighter in his. A single tear rolls off the corner of his eye, mouth forming a soft yet weak smile. He’s trying his absolute best to improvise without direction, especially how his original plan goes right out the window. 

“I… I…,” he steps closer with a lump in his throat. His voice lowering, softening, as he continues to speak words he’s recited in his head for months. “You are everything I have ever wanted and more. I could never imagine a life without you and I selfishly want to keep you to myself. These past nine, joyous, years have been the best years of my life and I want to secure more.” 

Each detailed and pronounced syllable rings through your ears. Edging you further to the tender, vulnerable places of your heart. 

Both you and Jin sniffle with a trembling laugh. A small shed of light onto such a heavy and sudden conversation. 

Slowly, Jin drops himself down to one knee with his fingers interlacing with yours. The glistening of the snowflake ring catches both of your attentions and Jin wastes no time planting a chaste kiss to your knuckles. 

“Y/n… You are the love of my life. Through everything we’ve ever been through, I can happily say with my entire heart that I am more than grateful to have spent all those times together. I love 一”

“一 Yes!” You chirp up with as much voice you can muster. It surprises him, making him blink up at you with astonishment. “Yes, yes, yes! A million times yes!” 

Your hands are tugging him from the floor, urging him to stand tall once again and surround you with his arms. Tears stain down your cheeks as you’re seeking your lips for his. 

“I love you so much, Y/n,” Jin says between kisses. His hands cup your face, swiping away all the water lines even though his own are dripping down his cheeks. 

“I love you too, Jin. So so so damn much,” you exclaim as your hands grip onto his shoulders. “I wouldn’t want any other person out there, only you!” 

The two of you start lightly laughing at the hysterical cries you each release, overwhelming feelings taking over your bodies. You’re equally a mess, trying to regain normality of your bodies but the high of something new, wholesome, sweet, and heartwarming blasts you with an immense amount of blissful joy. 

You stand there trying to clean another up with fits of laughter and sniffles and snorts as happiness radiates between the two of you. A mysterious glow, innate charm shining around each of you as you accept the step step of your lives together. 

Too distracted with another, neither of you have noticed the sound of the outside sliding door opening and closing. Nonchalantly, the voice of Taehyung’s girlfriend begins walking past the view with a riled up and snow covered Yeontan in her arms. A thick fur coat covers her only to her knee caps and two large snow boots horde heat to her feet. Clearly the attire is thrown on to maintain the little dog for a morning potty break.

“You just had to go into the snow piles that are taller than you and now you’re covered with large clumps of snow,” she scolds Yeontan as if he truly can understand her. “I’m going to need to towel dry you, you furry fiend!”

Maggie notices the smell of food, her nose lifting in the air until she connects her eyes to the area of the kitchen. However, she immediately fixes her attention to the state of dismay you look to be in and her eyebrows shoot straight up to her hairline. 

It’s only when she steps closer as she questions if everything is alright, does she notice that Jin also has watery-eyes but with the largest grin on his face. Embarrassment flushes over you, too many emotions running amok in your body, that results in you nuzzling your face further in Jin. He gestures to Maggie with a thumbs up, letting her know things are perfectly fine 一 more than fine, really.

They’re great! 

You hear the hushed steps of Maggie walking away before Jin’s voice is requesting you to come out of hiding. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes looking down at you through long eyelashes. 

“I had this whole, sweet thing planned out to propose to you. Sizing your finger whenever you were fast asleep and spending eons on trying to pick out the most perfect ring that suited you. I hope asking you something like this is acceptable. I don’t ever want to let you go. Even though you’ve already said it, I need to ask it. Will you please marry me?”

“I just need you, Jin. I don’t need anything but you. Thank you for putting in so much hard work for me. To make things the way you wanted it and I'm sorry they didn’t pan out the way you anticipated. I would have said yes regardless of whether it was a ring or not. I love you with my whole heart, Jin.”

You kiss him, lovingly with warmth. The plush of his lips melt perfectly into yours, soft and gentle just like his natural demeanor when it comes to you. 

“Of course, I will marry you!”

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[claybefree]

Tulip Poplar

Sorrow is my own yard

where the new grass

flames as it has flamed

often before but not

with the cold fire

that closes round me this year

William Carlos Williams- The Widow’s Lament in Springtime

Every spring I have to ask for the name again. Tulip poplar, Saucer Magnolia, something like that, you’d think I wouldn’t be surprised by her anymore. Whereas last week empty arms cast veins of silhouettes across a cold carpet of previous year's leaves, today I’m able to come home from a long day of work, and face her canopy of flowers, half open like teacups, and that is miraculous news. I take it as further evidence that after two years the sucking wound in my chest has finally closed.

Each March was a celebration, a maelstrom of pink hung beneath the blue, pinks so dark along thick shouldered leaves, almost purple, and then bleeding out rapidly to porcelain white, there was no ignoring it. I notched one end of an eight foot pallet we brought home into the main cluster of stems, six feet up and propped the other end with a door. Of course the kids never climbed into the blossoms, but we did.

Now everyone’s gone but me and the whole yard creeps more every year, abandoned gardens filled with weeds crawling out of their beds, privet’s relentless march choking everything in between. A cold wind brushes the tulip against the rafter tails outside my bedroom, waking me. Limbs resting on roof shingles, a stitch of yellow rope left from a swing I hung years ago cut deep into the bark like a tourniquet. Her blooms will turn brown and slimy and clog the already rusted gutters. Neither tree nor house belong to me but as far as I’m concerned, I’m the steward of both, for now.

So I spend sixty dollars that I do not have on a bright orange pole saw from Lowes which I run up into underbelly pierced with morning light, trying not to focus on saw teeth tearing past bark into white flesh, or sap raining onto my cheekbones. I’m grateful for the strength I have in my arms for this work today but I worry I got started too late in the season and the half dozen or more wounds I’ve left will become infected and kill her. Despite all this I work for the better part of a morning, and pile up branches tall as me in the burn pit in the middle of the yard. In the fall I’ll light it up and likely scare the new neighbors. The blossoms lining the crooked pile go for broke and open their white faces wide to the sun.

The days are consistently warm enough and the new tires on my motorcycle beg to be chewed up, but my heart’s not in it. Not yet. One morning soon I’ll blast out 64 sometime before eight thirty, get away from the Florida interlopers that keep trying to kill me and hit the Blue Ridge Parkway and adjacent counties on this side of the mountain- Nelson, Rockbridge and Amherst.

The best road out there is also the most dangerous, and yet with half a dozen ways up to the Parkway, I still find myself on route 56 more often than not. A million years ago I guess, before someone gave it a name, the Tye river cut a gorge out of the mountains, twisting impossibly through the rocks and at some point homesteaders ran a road alongside and named that 56. Highly technical, it’s not the curves that will dump me. Every rental cabin and vacation home has a driveway cut into the shale and sandstone hills which provide, after every good rain, an opportunity for gravel to spill out on the tarmac. If I’m not on top of my game that’s what will kill me.

But before all that, when it breaks off from the Rockfish Valley highway, 56 passes through a couple thousand acres of farmland on one side, and the Tye river on the other. For some reason I think a good bit about the people who work that land. Last year the fields appeared to be left fallow, two years previous, in the fall, thousands of pumpkins were left scattered and rotting on the vine, collapsing into orange pulp. All I could think was that the pumpkin patch contract fell through.

I want to find the old timers and see if anyone will talk to me about August 1969, when Hurricane Camille dumped two foot of water in three hours and drowned birds in trees. When the Tye jumped its banks, broke the back of every bridge that dared cross it and cut the census of Massies Mill nearly in half.

Sometimes I see the pictures they post and get jealous of my friends who travel abroad, but I’ve decided what I need is to ride a motorcycle entirely too fast through the middle of some fields in Nelson county every three months and do that in perpetuity. I’ve been in that valley headed home late in the day with the sun low under the clouds turning everything golden, worried that I’m too far out. I’ve encountered the Tye river in a spring flood, washing across 56 nearly to the point where I had to turn back and find another route. I’ve ridden it half frozen in a driving rain, tucked behind the fairing with a mother of three on the back seat holding onto me for warmth.

Back in 2022, at my lowest, whenever I talked about tulip flowers or graveyard moss carried home from a chapel where it crosses over the mountain and heads down toward Vesuvius, my closest friends would encourage me to move out. They’d point to the marks on the door casing in the kitchen chronicling each child’s growth, five years worth, both hers and mine, and yeah, I got it. My argument was I’d have to find something else just like it- a shed for my tools, a garage for my bikes, somewhere to write. I dunno, man, I would say, it just feels like I belong here.

One of these days, instead of waving to them on their harvesters, I’m gonna pull over and talk to one of these guys. Yeah me, a wild eyed weirdo biker from the city rambling on about something I don’t know if I could even put into words. The idea of the two of us having a shared language with a place, a connection, whether it be on a tractor or a motorcycle, bound by both sorrow and joy. The connection running deeper because you’ve seen it flood, seen it bake, seen it come alive every year in a blaze of green.

Clay Blancett, 2024

#my writing #mine #motorcycles #massie mill #clay blancett #flash nonfiction #Fuck Denver Lol

[speaker-of-the-void-cats]

Final attempts to understand before the Shape is unveiled

What is the Light?

Matter. Creation. Complexity. The Light is all these things, and in all things. Look up at the Sky. Light reveals. Light blinds.

What is the Traveler?

A manifestation. A generator. A projector. A computer and storage drive for one form of existence. A cage. A source. A wellspring. A Gardener seeking to sow. A half-truth.

What is the Veil?

A manifestation. An enigma. A blueprint. A mirror. A cocoon and a web. A matrix. A devourer. A reaper. A recycler. A chalice. A xenotaph. A prism. A prison. A black box. Katabasis. Minds; yours, mine, ours. Its. Rivers. All-in-one and one-in-all. The other half.

What are we meant to be?

Not soldiers given orders by the general of a grand campaign of conquest. Not warlords granted power to rule over the weak. Guardians, vested with a singular, true purpose; protect this reality and those passing through it in mortality. See them safely along the path so they may realize their potential. Steadfast sentinels, insatiable explorers, mindful truth seekers; a trinity that ripples across the ocean of life itself.

What are the Ghosts?

A Guardian's guardian. A link. A proxy. A go-between. A stopper on death.

When one dies and vacates their form of Light, the soul is reclaimed to the bottle from which we all once poured... all except Guardians. Guardians remain because another soul stands in the way, one already taken from life but torn back from death and given a new shell. A ghost, holding the reaper at bay. For now.

What is the Witness?

Not the Shape, but the shadow of one. The first child, the first knife to carve flesh and stone. Not the pyramidion, but the block supporting it, lifting it up, making it possible. Many in one, an aspirational reflection of that which was seen darkly beyond the Veil. A seer. An observer. A summoner. A false prophet. A thorn. A witness to the end, to the true Shape.

What is the Darkness?

Thought. Memory. Emotion. Consciousness. Collapse. The mirror's image. A byproduct. You. Me. The universe. The Deep.

What is the Final Shape?

Beauty. Fear. Sorrow. Majesty. A winnower to shape the garden, to give it ultimate purpose. A singular mind with a singular vision and a singular purpose which is what it is because it is all it ever could be. A force of nature yet shaped by a hand. Created to devour you, me, everything and everyone we know. The pyramidion. The peak. The pinnacle. The inevitable.

Choose the form of the destructor.

What is the truth in the Darkness?

Light casts shadows. The shadows dance upon the cave wall, lies projected to convey the truth, the meaning; there is no meaning. We are all the same.

We are all pinched silhouettes impaled on the twitchings of infinitely long spiderlegs.

All the while I thought on the truth of Bashaarat’s words: past and future are the same, and we cannot change either, only know them more fully. My journey to the past had changed nothing, but what I had learned had changed everything, and I understood that it could not have been otherwise. If our lives are tales that Allah tells, then we are the audience as well as the players, and it is by living these tales that we receive their lessons.

— The Merchant and the Alchemist's Gate by Ted Chiang

V. What the Thunder Said After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shouting and the crying Prison and palace and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience Here is no water but only rock Rock and no water and the sandy road The road winding above among the mountains Which are mountains of rock without water If there were water we should stop and drink Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand If there were only water amongst the rock Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit There is not even silence in the mountains But dry sterile thunder without rain There is not even solitude in the mountains But red sullen faces sneer and snarl From doors of mudcracked houses If there were water And no rock If there were rock And also water And water A spring A pool among the rock If there were the sound of water only Not the cicada And dry grass singing But sound of water over a rock Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop But there is no water Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman —But who is that on the other side of you? What is that sound high in the air Murmur of maternal lamentation Who are those hooded hordes swarming Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth Ringed by the flat horizon only What is the city over the mountains Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air Falling towers Jerusalem Athens Alexandria Vienna London Unreal A woman drew her long black hair out tight And fiddled whisper music on those strings And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings And crawled head downward down a blackened wall And upside down in air were towers Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells. In this decayed hole among the mountains In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home. It has no windows, and the door swings, Dry bones can harm no one. Only a cock stood on the rooftree Co co rico co co rico In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust Bringing rain Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves Waited for rain, while the black clouds Gathered far distant, over Himavant. The jungle crouched, humped in silence. Then spoke the thunder DA Datta: what have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment’s surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed Which is not to be found in our obituaries Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor In our empty rooms DA Dayadhvam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus DA Damyata: The boat responded Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar The sea was calm, your heart would have responded Gaily, when invited, beating obedient To controlling hands I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie These fragments I have shored against my ruins Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih

#trace the vermicular path #make your own fate #I can feel the Unveiling building to a crescendo #might come back and update this later but i wanted to get my thoughts out before the big showdown #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny lore #d2 #destiny2 #destinythegame #the veil #lightfall #the final shape #the witness #the winnower

[angel-gone-south]

SM - Ink Black

【☆】★【☆】

You were the least excited for your family’s annual vacation. Sure, you usually went somewhere great, but you were getting so sick of your parents lately. They weren’t problematic, to say, just overbearing. They kinda… babied you.

“You got everything, pumkin?” Your mother asked, and you sighed.

“Yes, momma.” Your annoyed tone flew over her head.

“Great, let’s go!” She buzzed excitedly. Your father was loading the car, but beamed when he saw the two of you approach.

“Hey gang! We all set?”

“Yes dear.” Your mother giggled, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. You groaned. Their streaks of hair had started to fade lightly into an array of silver hues. They’d gotten tattoos, borders around their wrists, almost like a bracelet announcing their soulmates to the world.

You loved your parents, but the car ride was killing you. Their sickeningly sweet comments were boring a hole and pouring acid into your brain. You popped in your earbuds, blasting a medley of The Cure, Arctic Monkeys, Specimen, and Killing Joke to drown out your small world.

Your car pulled up a long, empty road. Through the snow you went, and eventually into a small valley between two or three mountains, where stood a town of prissy, upper-middle class charm. You rolled your eyes. Tourist trap.

Once in the hotel, and settled into your room, you immediately separated from your parents. You found a teen room, which was virtually empty. The place was pretty swanky, a television with a Roku and a dock for a Nintendo Switch.

The beanbag in the corner you slunk into was wonderful- as were the sour gummies you’d swindled the vending machine out of. You sighed happily, one earbud in and one out as you doodled in your sketchbook.

You nearly jumped five feet in the air when an equally aggravated teenage boy flopped himself in the beanbag across from you.

He was broad. Tall dark and handsome, you could put it. His skin was pretty pale, and he had a bit of muscle tone in his arms and neck. His Adam’s apple and collarbone were pronounced, and as you gazed down, you noted his stomach seemed soft above his defined legs clad in skinny jeans.

He was fairly ‘goth’; shaggy bleach blonde hair adorned with a dark beanie, swimming blue eyes encircled with eyeliner, silver chain hanging down to end in a small pentagram charm on his ribs. Tattoos peeked from under his sleeves, leading down to wrists adorned with bracelets and painted black fingers sporting rings that made your head spin.

He finally lifted his head from its spot on his shoulder to size you up, much like you had him. After what felt like forever, he gave you a nod of approval. You held out the bag of gummies, and he gratefully accepted some, taking the snack as a sign it was okay to start talking.

“Hi. I’m Stan.” You chuckled a little at his name, somewhat unbefitting for him.

“[Name]. Nice to meet someone my own age here.”

“Right? Aspen is always filled with such old, prissy people.”

“Yes, oh my god!”

The two of you had hit it off. Your tastes in music, clothes, and snacks aligned almost to a t. Come the time for dinner, neither of you dared separate from the other.

It wasn’t until your families sat together, and your parents started to talk, that you looked at your wrist. You glanced between it, and Stan. Couldn’t be him, right? His hair was blonde. But then, why were neither of his parents?

“Stanley,” His mother scolded. “Hats off at the dinner table.”

“Aw, but mom, we aren’t even home!”

“Stanley. Marsh.” Her tone was a warning. He quickly removed his hat, tucking it into his back pocket. You let out an audible gasp at the sight of his grown roots that were a deep, inky black save for a patch of [color].

He looked at you funny, but you just scrambled for his wrist, beaming at the sight of your initials. You placed yours next to his, pointing out the streak of black that separated your hair like a line of motor oil.

He blushed, but there was an undertone of green in his gills that made you giggle as you ate together happily.

Your vacation would be a whole lot better than you’d thought.

【☆】★【☆】

oh my god why is this long

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[darknesseddiem]

𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥: 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 |𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰|

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Ramses Thothmes, a wealthy Egyptian magnate, extends an invitation for a new excavation, promising untold secrets hidden beneath the desert's surface. As you convene with Thothmes to discuss the venture, a new figure emerges from the shadows – the enigmatic Colonel Duncan Smith.

Under Smith's watchful eye, the expedition sets forth into uncharted territory, where ancient ruins conceal dark secrets and lethal perils.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: +18 MDNI, mentions of dead parents, none.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓,𝟓𝐊

𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: The first chapter has arrived! The taglist for the series it's still open.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

You smiled along with him, your eyes drifting to the sleek black folder nestled in your backpack. Intrigued, you reached for it, flipping it open to peruse its contents.

"Thothmes must've had his coffee this morning," you remarked, flipping through the contents of the folder with a wry smile.

"What's in it?" Steve leaned over, his curiosity piqued.

"An excavation permit signed, site details, a list of available machinery and vehicles, info on our elite team... you know, the usual drill," you replied nonchalantly, snapping the folder shut and diving back into your meal.

As he perused the contents of the folder, you indulged in the divine feast before you, savoring each flavorful bite.

"Seems like it's the same old song and dance," he remarked, tucking the folder away into his backpack. "So, what's on the agenda for today, boss?" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Back to the hotel to tackle a mountain of mundane tasks—endless phone calls, a deluge of emails, and compiling a laundry list of necessities. I want everything squared away by tomorrow," you declared, finishing off your drink and signaling for the bill.

"Whoa, easy there, tiger," he joked. "I still want to enjoy my vacation a bit. Can't it wait another... five days?"

"I'll strangle you if it's not tomorrow," you replied, handing the Egyptian pounds to the waitress and getting up with him.

"Be gentle with me, sweetheart, I'm delicate, you know?" You playfully nudged him and exited the restaurant together.

Back at the hotel, your afternoon resembled a bustling marketplace of phone calls, list-making marathons, email exchanges, and deep dives into research into the cozy five-star room.

The walls are adorned in rich tones of chocolate brown and sleek black, exuding a sophisticated ambiance that immediately captivates the senses.

At the center of the room stand two queen-size beds, each adorned with crisp white linens that contrast beautifully against the deep hues of the walls. The bedding is accented with delicate cream-colored details, adding a touch of refinement to the inviting sleeping quarters. Plush pillows and sumptuous duvets promise a restful night's sleep, while the meticulously made beds beckon you to sink into their welcoming embrace.

Between the beds, a sleek bedside table stands, its polished surface gleaming softly in the ambient light. Against one wall, a spacious wardrobe offers ample storage for your belongings, its dark wood finish complementing the elegant decor of the room. Inside, plush bathrobes and slippers await, promising indulgent comfort and relaxation during your stay.

"Finally, I thought that day would never end..." The guy dramatically collapsed onto the bed, limbs splayed out like a starfish.

"We need to double-check everything before sundown, Stevie," you announced, stifling a laugh as he protested like a petulant child.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road." He snatched up a sheet of paper eagerly. "We'll dispatch three REO M35 trucks as advance scouts, loaded with the gear to establish our campsite. Another trio will accompany the team and transport our machinery; each truck's capacity should more than suffice." You outlined the plan as Steve diligently scribbled down the details. "Then we'll send in four more trucks stocked with provisions and water, followed by a lone Jeep for us to navigate the terrain and carry any additional essentials." He nodded in agreement, his excitement matching yours for the upcoming expedition.

"Our security detail boasts a robust lineup of 25 individuals, poised to lend a hand until we arrive," he remarked, his eyebrows shooting up in mild disbelief. "Quite the pampering we're receiving, isn't it?"

"Stay on track, Steve. We're expecting new equipment to kick things off, so keep a watchful eye on the team while I delve into our location research," you concluded with a weary sigh.

"About time, too. I was beginning to feel like I needed glasses from all this fine print," you shared a laugh, easing the tension of the moment.

"Found something interesting while digging into the location," you announced, making your way to the bed and flopping down.

"What? Some sketchy website?" He waggled his eyebrows mischievously, earning a pillow tossed his way.

"Gross," you wrinkled your nose in disgust. "It's an ancient legend about that desert, reminded me of a tale my folks used to tell me," you settled onto your side, glancing at him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #dark!eddie munson #eddiemunson #demigod!eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst

[beck-a-leck]

Writing Patterns/First 10 Lines Tag Game

tagged by @thychesters Thank you!!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

(I might break the rules a little bit, because a lot of my most recent fics are multi-chaps, and long running ones at that, or they're prompt collections. So I'll be taking the most recent opening lines, as opposed to the very first lines and I'm going to take from pieces posted within the last year. I'm also gonna repeat one fic, since I started posting it last year and it's been my most active WIP since then.)

1. Little Runeys - Ch 16 (The RF4/SW AU): “Dank farrik!” Frey swore sharply as she narrowly avoided taking a hit right up her thruster. “These Imps just can’t cut a girl a break.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder. “How are those guns coming, Lest?” 2. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 14 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo woke, she was burning up. Someone had draped an extra blanket over her while she had been sleeping, but considering the chill in the air, she shouldn’t have sweat beading on her forehead. It was dark, must have been the middle of the night, Bilbo couldn’t see anything around her except the shadows of whoever was on watch against the low glow of the fire, but from the snoring she suspected nearly everyone else was asleep. 3. Home For The Holidays (Grand Bazaar): Despite the bone deep exhaustion, the heavy pack on his back, the feet that ached with every footfall, and the remnants of a cold lingering in the back of his throat and sinuses, Lloyd still got a spring in his step when the familiar landmarks of Zephyr Town came into view. With renewed vigor, he hitched his pack up a little higher on his shoulders and hurried down the road. His heart seemed to lighten with every step forward, and a small smile began to curl across his tired face. 4. Earth and Rebirth - Ch 20 (Trio of Towns): Summer was in full swing, painting the mountain in shades of green as the plants spread out their broad leaves to soak up every bit of the hot sun as possible. Life was getting busy on the farms and in all three towns, as the first of the summer crops were ready for harvest, and tourists were flocking to the picturesque mountain for vacation. Holly was kept plenty busy herself. 5. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 1 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo Baggins left the Shire in the company of Thorin Oakenshield, she had not known she was pregnant. The thought of it being a possibility hadn’t even crossed her mind. 6. Adored (Rune Factory 4): Frey pushed blindly into her room. It was late, her heart was heavy, her soul weary. Tonight was her last night in Selphia, and as exhausted as she was of dealing with people, Frey so desperately did not want to be alone. Perhaps it was why she lingered so long with the others until she had to listen to Volkanon's good sense and turn in. Otherwise, she would be utterly exhausted tomorrow, and she would need to be sharp, embarking on this next journey alone. 7. At The End Of All Things (Spiritfarer): Buck didn’t see his death coming. 8. Our Dear Empress - Ch 9 (Rune Factory 4): Frey woke up early. Early enough that the sun had not yet risen, and she couldn’t even hear the quiet stirrings of life in the camp. She was accustomed to waking at the break of dawn, but even this was too early for her. She lay there in the dark, listening to Forte breathe steadily from her bedroll on the ground beside her. It would be wise to sleep some more, but even as the thought crossed her mind, Frey knew she was not going to slip back into slumber again. 9. Seedlings and Sprouts - Ch 29 (Animal Parade): Perry wasn’t expecting to be awake at this hour, but for reasons unknown to him, when he had laid down to sleep that night his mind refused to quiet, and he could not relax. So with restless body and mind, he got out of bed. If sleep was not coming to him, there was plenty of work he could do. Perhaps sorting through old church records would bore him to sleep. 10. And Omega Remains - Ch 2 (The Bad Batch): “You might know me better than you think.” The woman crouched down and removed her glasses. Brown eyes met identical brown eyes. "We’re sisters, Omega."

It looks like most often my opening lines are spent doing some scene setting and getting into the POV character's shoes. Occasionally I'll drop right into the action or pick up where a canon scene left off. But for the most part I get pretty quick to answering Who? Where? and Why? Not surprising for the prompt collections, where I'm usually getting right to the point of the prompt. And in the multi-chaps it's a good way to show that some time has passed between where the last one ended and the new one picked up and catch readers up. A lot of character action happening in the first sentence or two. And a lot of characters waking up 😂

I think the biggest exception to this trend is the opening lines of "Road" which is a succinct 'this is exactly what the story is going to be about' opening line.

Oh man I guess I should tag some folks. How about @jessi-08, @durotoswrites, @emeraldhazeart, @lookforanewangle, @jake-marshall

And if you want to play along and I didn't tag you, feel free to say I tagged you. My brain goes instantly blank any time I need to tag people in games like this and suddenly I don't know anyone who writes 😂

#tag games #becky writes things

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 25:

"You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave."

Storm | buried alive | "they're not breathing!"

Fandom: mha

Prompts used: All

Alright so I know I always put Denki is storm situations, its tradition at this point. But this ones slightly different! Anywho the thing at the end that seems random- I'm rewatching Danny Phantom so its a reference to a character in that. So yeah :){

TW for Temporary character death, Avalanches, Injuries

…

The snowy mountain was beautiful, if not freezing frickin cold. Sero huddles closer to the fire, closer to his friends' sides, because he was not made for cold thank you. Though from everyone's shivering, he thinks none of them were, even Kirishima had bundled up this time round.

It was supposedly a training retreat, though it was turning more into a vacation. Their teachers had a schedule, but as soon as they'd arrived, Denki had twitched. They'd long since learned what Denkis fidgets meant, and that twitch indicated too much charge in the air.

A storm was brewing.

Of course, the roads were already a mess, they'd hunkered down as the Pro's called for back up, Denki wrapped in an insulated blanket, as they simply waited. It had been calm, shivering around the fire as they had been. Peaceful almost.

As is their life however, an attack is always imminent. One moment they're huddled around the fire, the next, they've been split off from their classmates and are running for their lives. One wrong move could have an avalanche or slippery slope, or any number of bad things.

"Just one trip!" Sero calls, chest heaving puffs of white fog.

"I don't think they are up for a chat about scheduling their attacks, Sero." Mina calls in return, the best of their group with the slippery terrain.

"Unless the next words out of your idiot mouths are helpful to our situation, shut up!" Bakugo's yell is far quieter than usual, eyes on the snowy mountain peaks above them.

"Yeah, You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave!" Denki adds, a smirk in his voice despite the trembling undertone, his hair sticking up with static.

"Lame Kami!" Mina boos, teasing quality lacing it.

"I was talking about Kirishima." With an added tongue sticking out, Denki has the three laughing, Bakugo only deigning a rolled eye- which was basically a laugh!

Their fun is halted as Denki does a full body shiver, arms jerking as sparks dance along his skin before he reigns them in.

"Storms coming in fast!" He warns, the villains- floating on some weird holographic disk above them, fling another flurry of green blasts at them.

"I don't think they care, Denki!" Sero dodges to the left to move the blond as well, narrowly missing getting fried.

The sky and mountain seem to rumble as one, the villains cackle as a wave of white begins its tumble down the mountain.

"Shit."

Bakugo blasts a dent into the powder they stand on, they roll into the alcove moments before the avalanche, they lose sight of each other and everything else as white and darkness descend on them.

Panic hits first.

They're alone, the alcove apparently being big enough for them to be divided.

There's frantic digging, only accomplishing the packing of the snow to give them a little space, but any further and more snow falls through the hole. There's feet of snow on top of them, and more coming as the storm lies overhead.

"H-hello!?" Minas voice is faint, there's a tremble to it, fear settling deep in her gut.

The others' voices rise to meet hers one by one, Kirishima, Sero, and Bakugo, with varying levels of their own panic. Bakugo would sound angry to anyone who didnt know him, but in the cold where sweat was near nigh, and in an enclosed space to boot, well they were all freaking out.

Denki listens for only a moment, he carefully sets his own panic aside, something large and heavy was weighing on his legs keeping him pinned, he had barely been able to carve a space for his head. With a trembling hand, he reached up to his head piece, he had to hope that the excess amount of charge he'd built up while they waited would be enough to fuel this thing until help arrived.

There's static for a moment, then voices cutting in and out, he doesn't put in the energy to listen, carefully spaces his words as he relays their situation. He keeps the flow of electricity steady as he finally calls out to his friends.

"Well I suppose this will have to be our snow fort for now."

It falls short, even for him, but he keeps the tremble from his voice and hears his friends' panicked rambling cut off.

"I feel like we're in Brother Bear 2." He adds when he gets no response, "the one with the little baby raccoon? Anyway, they are on a mountain at some point and shit goes down, but they make it out okay, bonded stronger and everything. Could go for some smores though, I don't really do roots…" he trails off, wracking his brain for something else to talk about.

"Denki. We've literally been buried alive, and you're thinking about Disney and food??" Sero sounds incredulous even through the dense snow.

"What else am I gonna talk about? The weather? Sports??? Have you met me? I could be singing right now but I'm sparing myself the headache that will come from your yelling, you should be thanking me!" Denki winces as the thing on him shifts, he grits his teeth to hold off the shout of pain.

"I like Brother Bear… Kenai was so manly." Kirishima sounds signifigantly calmer, and Denki thanks whoever doesn't hate him up there.

"If a fuckin bear finds us, we'll have other things to worry about."

Denki would never say it aloud, but hearing the Bakugo Katsuki sound petulant was still so astounding to him. He was honestly honored to be one of the few to hear it. And he would definitely take it over his panicked breathing any day.

"~Tell everybody I'm on my way…~" Minas soft voice fills the space, and one by one they join, singing a bit louder to cover Bakugo's voice lest he drop out of the bonding moment.

Denki tries to keep talking, to keep them all grounded, but his lungs refuse to feel full. He has his hands pressed into his arm pits, most of his focus is on keeping the charge going to the headpiece, he wonders idly if his dwindling shivers are a bad thing.

"Denki… does your comm work?" One of them- he can't tell which- asks. The first person to mention the device.

"Ye… bad signal… but they should be… coming." He has to take too many breaths to complete the sentence.

"Are you okay?"

"F…fine. Just… cold." He'd lost feeling to his toes at some point, the fingers that weren't numb before this trip have gone stiff, despite his best efforts to keep them warm.

His body tingles, his quirk is being weird in the poor conduction known as snow. He's surprised a signal got through at all, especially since air seems to escape him.

"Hang in there Denks, try and move around, motion will create friction!" Sero tells him helpfully.

Denki would love to move, if he was able.

"R-right. T-thanks." He falls quiet again, the others murmurs surround him and he finds his eyes slipping closed.

The body will automatically try to shut down to conserve or protect itself…

Hm he wonders if he got that from a book…

"Denki?" Kirishima's voice shakes, they'd had no response for a while now. Bakugo had started digging, in the vague direction they assumed he was in, but with so much snow piled on top of them, he was only succeeding in making his hands cold- despite the special gloves he wore.

"fuCK!" Bakugos frustration is palpable, they were sure the mountain would be rubble by now had he been able to sweat.

Mina's acid had only dropped the temperature of her little hole, the single drop had been enough to convince her to stop, she had just gotten her shivers back to a milder teeth chattering.

Sero felt useless with his tape, he had taped the gaps of his winter gear to trap as much heat as he could, but with no way to do the same for his friends, and no way to use it in an escape, he felt a loathing that burned in his gut.

Kirishima was glad for the gear he'd been convinced- re; forced- to wear. He'd be a popsicle by now otherwise. He wanted nothing more than to pound through this snow, but the dangerous rumbles of the weight on top of them kept him still. He was tempted to test it anyway with Denkis lack of response though.

As they all debate doing just that, a brief heat warms their heads.

"Did… you guys feel that?" Sero calls, anxiously wondering if this is how death starts.

"Yeah… so unless we're all dying-"

"Someone's above us, using fire!"

They let it sink in for half a second, before they're shouting with what little energy they have. The heat comes again, water drips on them as snow melts above, but they could care less as finally light peeks into their dugouts.

When they have freedom to move, they dig, towards the space they know has to be Denki's, fervent movements stiff but quick as they look for blond.

"Here!!!" There's a shrillness to Minas voice, her digging taking on a gentler motion.

They convene, digging-

Hands hit something solid.

Mina uncovers his face, they find his torso, a rock- a boulder- lays on top of his legs.

Despite that, his face is rather serene, tinged blue, his arms crossed over his chest-

"He's not breathing!"

Todoroki has hopped into the hold, Aizawa behind him only a couple paces. They move into action, Aizawa barking orders to get the teen freed, for Todoroki to warm him as slowly as possible, to start chest compressions.

They thank their hero training, as they fall into auto pilot, a blankness hitting them as they simply do as told- because if they lose h… if Denki doesn't… he has to be fine.

He has to be-

Several agonizing minutes.

A spark that shocks everyone touching him, a gasp,

"'Hills like White Elephants'!" The hoarse call startles them, barely a voice at all, but so Denki it hurts.

He was okay.

#whumptober 2023 #no.25 #“you're not delivering a perfect body to the grave!” #lyric #storm #buried alive #“they're not breathing!” #my hero academia #fic #temporary character death #avalanche #injuries #angst #denki angst #bakusquad #mina angst #sero angst #kirishima angst #bakugou angst

[flashhwing]

modern au the "deep roads expedition" is just a vacation the gang go on for Bethany/Merrill's spring break to Varric's family's mountain house. Bartrand "forgets" they're there and "accidentally" locks everyone out. Carver gets food poisoning

#dragon age modern au #dragon age #this has been a post

[stardragongalaxy]

Library of Illusions: Introduction

Pairing: none

Genre: Fantasy au, some realism

Wordcount: 1059

Warnings: mentions of death. That's it, I think. Let me know if I missed anything

AN: Let's get this started!!! Credit to @cafekitsune on the banner. It's turned out to be a favorite!!

Disclaimer: All depictions of idols are more of face claims than the actual idols themselves. The actions here are no way, shape, or form true basis of the idols themselves.

Do not re-upload, steal, plagiarize, or translate my works. I only post on tumblr. Thank you!!

If you liked it, consider commenting or reblogging as tumblr runs on reblogs to get to a wider audience. Thank you

Taglist: @abiaswreck @choisanshine @cultofdionysusnet @sanjoongie @kitten4sannie @anyamaris @pyeonghongrie-main @kwanisms @thelargefrye @drunk-on-hwa @hipster-shiz @flowerboykun @yoonguurt

Rubbing your face in frustration after looking through myths and legends of the Library of Illusion that was said to appear at certain times of the year especially in the foggy weather in the woodlands of the mountains in a state park, not too far from where you lived. Thankfully, you took vacation time from work to dedicate yourself to not only finding the Library, but to find traces of your mother, who disappeared mysteriously around the same area years prior along with a treasure that seems to grant wishes to all who are able to find it. Truly, was it real? With the determination and courage in your burning soul, there was only one way to find out.

Unraveling the map hidden in the journey you examined the areas thoroughly with foot notes of the moon phases when it could appear to navigate better. From what you calculate is the next two days are the best timing. Taking a deep breathe and a groan, holding your temple, looking at the time. If you were to begin early you needed the rest for the journey ahead, knowing you packed a few things for the trip ahead in the vehicle. Getting up from your desk, you go to get ready for the night.

Beginning the next morning after getting ready, getting food, and checking in with everyone. You grab the journel with the map, your keys, and anything else needed heading off to your destination, having your close friends and family house sit while you were away. Driving nearly an hour, mostly up the mountain from a back road pulling over near a barely used hiking trail, putting the vehicle in park. Eating a little while examine the map to see if it’s the exact trail that the rumored library would appear. Smiling, seeing it was the exact trail you looked up looking at the serene surroundings, but clouds rolling in. Getting out of the vehicle with only a backpack of supplies and the map, locking up, you start heading up the trail ready to take on anything, but grounded enough to know the dangers. Going for a while, and deeper into the woodlands, the clouds start to become more visible around you feeling light drizzle. Checking your phone on the time, your eyes widened. Three hours?! It didn’t even feel that long. Looking around, the visibility is becoming shortened in distance. Good thing you heard running water as you followed the sounds to a small stream. Sighing in relief, knowing it was a good sign to find a stream especially when it can lead you back to the road where your vehicle was stationed. Following down a little ways, you stopped dead in your tracks seeing a building of sorts. You couldn’t believe it. You found it! You turned direction and headed towards the library instead quickly seeing the gold and white steps ahead. You looked up, gasping seeing something familiar. You move quickly to what you saw. Bending down, you picked up the ring your mother had before she disappeared. Putting it on your ring finger, you were more motivated to find out what happened. Moving forward, up to the doors before the rain started to pour making you rush.

Running through the doors to the mysterious library out of the rain so not to get soaked. Taking a few steps further inside, having the doors close shut. You take a closer look seeing the gold embroidery on the walls and seeing the rain pelt any windows visible. Lanterns hanging from the shelves, lights above, and lamps on tables gave the library various light, but bright enough to make sure shadows couldn’t hide Enamored with its beauty as a whole, you failed to notice the presence nearby until you hear someone clear their throat. Moving to turn then look quickly where the noise had originated. Noticing the gorgeous male with pink hair, sporting an ice blue hanbok, and holding a rather peculiar brush at his side putting a book away. Seeing talismans above, behind, and around the desk you figured he was the one who held the secrets and managed the hidden library you stood in.

“Hello. I didn’t mean to intrude. I was in search of my mother and the treasure that is hidden here”

“You aren’t intruding on anything. There is treasure here and you seek answers in your journey. I will help, but I don’t have all the information you need” The male spoke gently, but calmly, standing up holding the huge brush over his shoulder heading over to his desk.

“Who are you and what information are you willing to help me with?” You question, feeling a need of answers and introduction before proceeding with anything else.

“My name is Seonghwa. I am the keeper here. Now, with what you seek. I have seen her as she was in search of the treasure. I sent her to get the other keys for me, but after entering the restricted area. I haven’t seen her since. You’ve traveled for a while. Set your bag down and rest.”

You nod, taking a step and setting your bag down on a chair, stretching out, looking back at him. “If I’m to get to the restricted area for both answers and the treasure. I have to get these keys. How would I go about that?”

“You need to head to each section, which are Sci-fi, fantasy, historical, adventure, horror, and Mystery. To do that, you need to fall into a dream like state. Once you have accomplished getting all six then you return to me”

Nodding, determined to start the journey to find what you seek. “I’m ready to begin!”

Seonghwa smiles, intrigued by your vigor and the fire in your soul. He leads you to through some rows of bookshelves to a mirror with talismans around it. He lifts the brush, creating calligraphy over the mirror. He turns to you, holding the handle with the brush to the ground. “Enter when you are ready and begin your journey. I’ll be waiting”

You nod, looking at the mirror. You turned, looking back as it was a straight shot back to the desk on your return. Turning back, you take a deep breathe heading to the mirror. Lifting your hand and closing your eyes, touching the mirror, ready to begin.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #cultofdionysusnet #event: Library of Illusions #18+ only

[dramamelon]

For Polyship Week 2023! 💖

Completing the Connection

Day 1: Road Trip Rating: E (overall, but not until day 5) Chararcters: Drift, Ratchet, Rodimus, Thunderclash Pairing: thunderdratchrod XD Fandom: Transformers (IDW1) Tags: Minimal Editing, Romantic Fluff, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Polyamory, Flirting Fic Summary: As a still newly-minted foursome, they've come closer to one another, but one connection hasn't quite fully cemented itself just yet. A surprise retirement announcement from Thunderclash has Rodimus suggesting one last tour on the Exitus for all of them. Really, it's a chance to for a bit of vacation time with his partners on Cybertron's shanix. And maybe it might spur on a little more action between Thunderclash and Drift.

AO3 link in reblog! Sequel to Closest of Friends. :)

When Thunderclash casually mentioned over dinner at the country house that was now home to all of them that he felt it was time to retire, let someone else explore the deep reaches of the galaxy, even Rodimus met the proclamation with silence. Only for a short moment, though. Before Drift or Ratchet could summon words, Rodimus jumped on Thunderclash, battering him with questions about why and when and how…. He ended with a simple suggestion: "How about a last tour? We'll bring everyone," he nodded to include Drift and Ratchet, "and make a thing of it. Maybe invite a few extra friends along, too?"

"Like a reunion?" Ratchet asked from across the table where he sat beside Drift.

"A reunion," Drift repeated, swirling his fingertip around the rim of his glass. "That's a lot of people, Roddy. Especially considering the ship's already got a full crew."

"Okay, maybe not everyone," Rodimus revised, setting his elbows on the edge of the table and reaching over to snag a calcite stick from Drift's plate. "Maybe… just us. How long has it been since you two sailed the stars, huh?"

"It sounds like a fine idea," Thunderclash added, setting a hand on Rodimus' shoulder and giving Ratchet and Drift a cajoling look. "My cabin has plenty of room. Captain's quarters are immense on this particular class of ship. And, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'd certainly enjoy the extra company."

And that had been that. The announcement turned into a planning, turned into the journey itself, reaching a point where the walls of the ship were driving even Ratchet spare. As luck would have it, the last excursion of Thunderclash's career found them a new and exciting planet to explore, the natives very welcoming toward a visit from robotic aliens. Rodimus had been shocked to find they'd never heard of Cybertron or Cybertronians. He stood by, nodding, as Thunderclash impressed upon the crew they were emissaries and should put forth the effort to not create the havoc they as a people were so very good at.

So it went that the Exitus settled into orbit and all the paperwork was completed by the competent hand of Thunderclash's Second. A long needed and well-deserved shore leave awaited the crew on the organic world of tall mountains, shimmering seas, and so much more below. Most particularly, it awaited Rodimus and his three favorite people.

"C'mon, guys!" Rodimus shouted across the shuttle bay, leaning out the open hatch of the Rodpod to catch their attention. "Time's wasting!"

The collection of looks sent his direction ranged from annoyed (Ratchet) to indulgent (Thunderclash). While the first made him laugh and the second sent happy bubbles through his fuel tank, it was the third expression that pushed him onto further obnoxiousness. Unfortunately, Ratchet noticed this and gave Drift a quick knock upside the helm. "Get that damn grin off your face," he grouched before reaching down for two of the bags they'd packed for the trip. "You're fragging encouraging him and he's already insufferable enough as it is."

Rodimus didn't miss the way the corners of his mouth quirked upward, though. Neither did Drift, judging from his bark of laughter as he rubbed at the side of his helm. "You heard him, Ratty," Drift said with a smirk on his face, snagging some luggage from Ratchet's hand. "Time's wasting."

"Shut up, kid," Ratchet muttered. There was no denying the humor in those three words.

As the two straightened, Rodimus watched Thunderclash make his way between them, slinging an arm over each set of shoulders. "Now let's not be like this, everyone," he said in that most genial fashion of his. It didn't go unnoticed that Ratchet leaned deeper into the embrace than Drift did, though this was not unexpected—theirs was the newest connection in the foursome. Rodimus still smiled to see it as it had been a long time coming. With a small nudge to both, Thunderclash urged them toward the Rodpod. "Get on that absurd little ship already. We've got a well-deserved break just waiting for us to get there and you're arguing instead."

"You shut it, too, Thunders," Ratchet said, throwing an elbow at Thunderclash's side, the casual air of longtime friendship and deeper love soft on his face.

Rodimus stepped back and allowed them through the open with the grand sweep of one arm in a welcoming gesture. He fluttered his spoiler wings with excitement—the trip had been his plan. He couldn't wait to get them down to the surface of this new alien world and show them exactly what he had in mind. They were going to love it. Once they were in and finding places to store luggage, Rodimus popped the button to close the hatch and bounded to the front.

The Rodpod was small by shuttle standards, but there was plenty of room for the four of them. Even taking into consideration the size of Thunderclash. Scooting around the big mech, Rodimus had a moment of shock as he watched Drift move toward the pilot's seat. Rodimus leaned into a short run, sliding into the seat with all the flair he could manage. He hissed through a grin as he banged one spoiler wing in the landing process, more than happy to curl his hands around Drift's trim waist, though, as the gorgeous mech ended up in his lap.

Meeting the surprised look Drift shot at him with a wink, Rodimus offered his most salacious grin. "Hey, babe," he said as his engine purred, rubbing his thumbs over the small of Drift's back. "Seat's taken, but you're welcome to stay right where you are. Might make piloting a little weird, though."

"Are you being a pest again, Rodimus?" The friendly boom of Thunderclash's voice from right behind the pilot's seat had Rodimus lifting his chin to look directly up to find an amused smile turned down on him. "What am I saying? I should only be worried when you're not being a pest."

While Drift laughed at the comment, Rodimus put on the playfully affronted frown, giving Drift's hips a little squeeze. "I'll have you know, my dear Thunders, that I am entirely capable—"

He was silenced as Thunderclash's mouth descended on his and engaged him in a kiss that sent all thought tumbling from his brain module. Drift shifted in his lap, Rodimus' fingers slipping along smooth armor. The hands curled around Rodimus' cheeks, fanning over the edges of his helm, very obviously belonged to the mech on his lap. Rodimus hummed softly as Thunderclash eventually pulled away, optics dim and smiling as Drift urged him to angle his helm for a kiss of his own. Rodimus happily obliged.

"Not that I have anything against kissing," Ratchet interrupted, his tone drier than ever, "but if we don't get off the Exitus before panels start popping, we're never going to get anywhere."

As much as it hurt him to break off the liplock with Drift, Rodimus sighed as he moved his mouth away from those sweet lips. "Ratchet," he started, turning the facetious look of solicitous understanding on the medic, "I know you're jealous that these two got me first. Just come on over and I'll lay a big one on you, too." He'd have added a beckoning finger or two, as well, were they not still playing across Drift's hips.

When Ratchet snorted and rolled his optics before going back to stowing the last of their luggage, Rodimus laughed and lifted Drift to his pedes. Which, by pure happenstance, put him directly in front of Thunderclash. Rodimus was nothing if not encouraging when it came to the two of them exploring whatever might blossom between them. And he really just liked the way both flushed like a couple of newsparks with their first crush. His grin widened and he turned to the control panel, flicking the switches in preparation for takeoff.

It was Ratchet that ended up in the navigator's seat beside him. A glance proved him just as pleased with the lingering rise of energon pink in the cheeks of Drift and Thunderclash, approval of the way they hadn't yet put any distance between themselves.

"All right, it's time for all passengers to take their seats," Rodimus announced, grabbing hold of the flight controls. "We're about to get this show on the road."

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hi holly!!! i am thinking about taking a job that would likely require a lot of travel around the us (by car instead of bus, but they pay for gas and lodging which is pretty sick) and i am nervy about that but also it could be good? i guess i’m curious (if you feel comfortable answering!!) if you have any thoughts or advice since i know you travel for work quite a bit anywayyy ilu i <3 your blog k thanks byeeee 💞💞💞💞

Hi!!!!! omg that's so exciting!!! that sounds like an INCREDIBLE job that I would love so much, but I think an important thing is to question if that lifestyle works for you.

Some of the pros are that, especially driving, you get to see SO much of the country, and see so many gorgeous places and have so many beautiful experiences that you simply wouldn't have when flying to destinations if you were just traveling on vacation. A random diner in Idaho will have the best pancakes you've ever eaten in your life; on the drive from Denver to Salt Lake City there's this part where the highway opens up to the base of a river winding around a mountain, it's one of the prettiest spots in the whole country and it'll just be your day for like 4 hours. You can plan to leave a day early and spend it having a picnic by the ocean, visiting a national park, or exploring a new city - hell, even leave a week early and see an entire region. You'll sing songs in the car and make the best memories to some gorgeous views, see Saguaros and mountains and cows crossing the road, idyllic farmland and treacherous cliffs. You'll meet random people at gas stations you'll remember forever. You'll have a favorite restaurant in every city, your days off will be an adventure, and having a free place to stay for a lot of it will make it even better - a lot of your life will literally be a most-expenses paid solo vacation.

The negative side would be that those things are not for everyone. You'll get really bored and lonely on long stretches of road, and have to be really comfortable with yourself to be entertained when on drives alone for that long. It could be hard to maintain friendships if you're always gone for extended periods of time. Nebraska is shit to drive through and goes on forever. You'll pop a tire without service and have to deal with it. You might miss certain things because you're far away. It might get monotonous and lonely, and you might have days where you're somewhere really cool, but you feel empty inside because you're not sharing those things with people who you actually love at home.

It really depends on the genre of life experience you stake more weight in - for me, the cons of life at home that get missed and the more lonely days pale in comparison to the positive sides of the experiences I listed, and I am so deep inside my own head sometimes that I really do feel like I am my own best friend - and because of that, the situations where I've been on long drives alone are some of the best experiences I've had, and I don't think I'd trade mosaics of different experiences with people I probably won't see again for anything that a life of being there for everything that happens at home could get me. But for a lot of people, the polar opposite is true.

If you're unsure of the answer to that question, it will never hurt to test it out and see what you think. I think filling your life with as many colorful and different things as you possibly can is what it's all about, and makes your life seem a lot longer and fuller - and if you do that for a year and you absolutely hate it, the worst you'll end up with is some wasted time and a lot of good stories, and it helps if you go into it with an awareness of the fact that the bad parts will inevitably happen, but you'll wind up with so many positives that are hard to come by in any other way.

I hope that helps!!!