#i mean all he did was push the inner tube in place so what really could he charge for

[marmorenshud]

nice thing of the day is that yesterday I changed my bike tyre all by myself !!! but there was a little bump from the inner tube and I couldn't get it out myself so I went to a bike store to ask for help and a really nice strong handsome man helped me push it in place for free

#caw #cannot TELL YOU how important for my mental health it is to have a bike #i can go places without it taking literally an hour. amazing #instantly my motivation to do anything came back omg #he was very strong he could push the tyre of and on without tools that was crazy #i was like wow 👀 hold me #the bike places here are on crack usually they charge 2000 for fucking changing a chain or some shit #but he did it for free i was so happy #i mean all he did was push the inner tube in place so what really could he charge for #but still!!!! i appreciate it!!! thank you kind man #blessings on you #now i am free again

[chaotic-jjk-fiction]

First Victory

Alpha Toji x Omega Reader

Part Two Of Purchased 

TW: Omegaverse, use of NG tube, kinda force feeding, use of alpha voice, Toji “training” the omega

Once Toji had gotten you home, he proceeded to place you in his bed before grabbing a pair of restraints and attaching your ankle to the footboard. This was to ensure that you wouldn’t be able to leave the bed if you woke up while he was gone, which he doubted, but it made him feel better anyways. After making sure that you were safely secured and still asleep he went to place the few bottles of liquid meal replacement into the fridge. He stopped as he was putting them away to look over what they were, 

“1.5 fucking calories per ml that’s…. 750 calories and I’m supposed to give her two of these a day so 1,500 in total. That’s the daily recommend so I guess it’s perfect.” In all honesty, he wasn’t totally sure how to feed you like this, but how hard could it be?

 It took him around twenty minutes to put everything away before he made his way back to the bedroom. He observed your sleeping for a moment, making sure you were still out cold from the sedatives before changing out of his clothes, and crawling into the bed behind you in only his boxers. He carefully wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his body, taking in a deep breath making sure to fully inhale your scent. It was even more intoxicating at such a close proximity. He found himself falling asleep to the thoughts of scenting you.

He awoke a few hours later to feel you shifting in his arms. He could tell that you were coming to and Toji relaxed his grip around you. He paid close attention to the flickering of your eyelids and the way you scrunched up your face before finally opening your eyes. You took in the surroundings briefly before the panic set in. Where the hell were you? You could feel your heart rate speeding up, your breaths became quick and panicky as you smelled the overwhelming scent of an unknown alpha. Your scent turned sours as your survival instinct set in and you started trying to escape. Toji just sighed and wrapped his arms around you tightly pinning you to his chest restraining your movements until all you could do was wiggle lightly like a worm.

“Come on now ‘mega, don’t struggle.” He allowed a bit of his alpha voice to show through. Your movements ceased. That was the power of the alpha voice, it was incredibly hard for an omega to go against it. 

“If I let go of you, you promise not to thrash around? I’m getting up to make your breakfast” You bit your lip upon hearing his words, torn between the voice in your head telling you to fight back, and the slight pangs of hunger you were feeling. Toji took your lack of response as a sign that you would do as he said and not attack him. He gently released his grip from you. You rolled into a fetal position, burying your face from view in his sheets. 

You hated yourself for liking the alpha’s smell to a point where you wanted to be back in his arms to smell it directly. Toji looked back at you as he walked out of the room to get your “breakfast”. He would offer you the option to drink it instead, he decided, so it would really be up to you how this meal time went. He returned 5 minutes later, drink in one hand and a 500ml syringe in the other. He could tell from the faint scent of blood in the air and by your position, that you had been pulling against your restraint. He sighed quietly, hoping that you hadn’t hurt yourself too bad. He placed the items on the bedside table, before sitting himself down next to you on the edge of the bed. 

“I’ve got your breakfast here, are you going to be able to drink it like a good omega, or am I going to have to use the tube?” You grumbled into the mattress,

“I’m not hungry.”

“That’s not an option” he tried to keep the tone of his voice flat as he spoke, 

“We can either do this the hard way or easy way. The choice is yours.” Toji waited to see what your response would be, but when all you did was turn your face as far to the other side your could, he knew you had made your decision. He quietly drew up the shake into the syringe, making sure that he got all of it, not bothering to push the air bubbles out before he attached it to the little port of your ng tube.

“You chose the hard way,” he said as he began to push down the plunger, sending the thick liquid down the tube. You shot up straight that sudden sensation, moving to actually try and pull out the tube. Toji grabbed both of your hands, holding them together preventing you from meddling with the tube in any way. Toji continued to apply heavy pressure, emptying the syringe into your stomach in 2 minutes flat. The pressure in your abdomen from the rushed tube feeding had you whimpering. 

“Why did you do that so quickly, do you hate me.” There was a tinge of anger in your words. 

“You chose the hard way ‘mega, meaning you brought this upon yourself.” Toji’s words were cold but effective. The tummy troubles you had for the rest of the day severed as a reminder that he was the one in control and you were not getting off easy. When dinner time rolled around you made the cautious decision to drink the shake of your own accord rather than having Toji cause you any more pain. He smirked as he watched you sip on the concoction. He would consider that his first win or your relationship together. Little did you know that he had crushed up half of a sedative and mixed it into your dinner. He hoped that it would allow you to fall asleep with ease. 

“I’m tired and you whined,” a little more than halfway through the drink “My stomach hurts as it is.”

“You need to finish all of it, that’s not up for debate.” His voice was stern and the heavy feeling of his scent let you know just how serious how he was. You took a deep breath and gulped down the rest of the drink. You knew you’d probably regret it later, but right now you were just glad to be done with it all.  

“Good girl.” His words made your inner omega swoon. You laid back against the pillows as a wave of exhaustion settled over you. Toji pulled one of his t-shirts out and brought it over to the bed. 

“Change into this.” He tossed you the shirt. You took it, but instead of making any move to put it on, you snuggled your face into it, inhaling the scent that clung to it. Toji wasn’t sure whether to feel more pride at the fact that you were cuddling his shirt or more frustrated at your apparent inability to follow simple instructions. He worked to pull down your pants, eventually giving up and unclipping your ankle cuff to take off your bottoms before reattaching it. He’d tend to your “wounds” tomorrow when he bathed you. Next, he pried his shirt from your grasp, resulting in a few sounds of protest. This was followed by pulling your top over your head and pulling his t-shirt onto you. He felt like he was dressing a doll. After he had made sure that you were fitted in the top, he pulled off his excess clothing, leaving him in only his boxers. He quickly crawled into bed, this time not making a direct effort to cuddle you. He was curious to see what would happen.

“A-alpha” you stuttered, “I can’t fall asleep, my tummy hurts too much.” You felt so embarrassed admitting this, especially after you had been so defiant. Toji didn’t say a word as he moved to spoon you just like last night. His large hand resting on your tender abdomen, thumb rubbing small circles on your skin in a comforting manner. 

Win number two he thought to himself as you drifted off in his arms of your own accord.    

Honestly I wanted to do more with this fic, but it took so long to get here that I really just wanted to post it. I hope you guys can understand!

#tw omegaverse #tw ng tube #tw forced feeding #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #alpha toji x reader #alpha toji #jujutsu kaisen omegaverse #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk omegaverse #tw training #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[castthy-nightedcolour]

One- Shot: The Seaside Dream (written as part of my series ‘don’t worry about a thing’ on AO3, link can be found at the bottom of the post as it won’t let me embed it)

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: GN Reader, Aziraphale, Crowley

Warnings and Tags: depression, skipping meals, dynamic duo, here come the boysssss, soft crowley

Summary: you don’t show up for wine with crowley and aziraphale, and the two hurry to your apartment to see what’s going on

Word Count: 2281

Link to original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31055930/chapters/83889112

‘Crowley, please hurry!’

The pained cry of the angel came from the top of the flight of stairs in your apartment block, echoing off the concrete walls. This mixed with the reverberant sigh of Crowley, and the ever- so- slow tread of his footsteps.

‘CROWLEY. This is important! Do you not care?’

The demon stopped dead in his tracks, planting his feet at the bottom of the set of stairs that the out of breath Aziraphale stood at the top of.

Crowley was not at all happy with the angel’s question.

‘Do I not what? Care? Oh Angel, you’re asking to be pushed down these stairs,’ he responded, almost growling under his breath. In any other circumstance, this might have actually pleased Aziraphale, however this time, he was actually terrified.

-

The scenario had started with what Aziraphale called ‘a dreadfully funny feeling.’

Since Armageddon was narrowly avoided, the angel and the demon had found themselves at somewhat of a loose end on Earth, enjoying their free time together but still constantly striving for some higher purpose.

That’s where you came in. Little did you know that a walk into a lovely little bookshop called A.Z Fell & Co. one day to search for an overpriced illustrated copy of your favourite book would lead to drinking a couple of bottles of wine with the owner and his companion for seven hours straight, and that this would become a weekly tradition. You just clicked with the pair, you found them magnetising and, well, you were a fascinating human to the angel and the demon, so they quickly grew fond of you.

The two supernatural beings then decided that their purpose would be caring. Caring for you.

Not in a suffocating way though, at least that was never the intention. Between the two of them, Crowley and Aziraphale decided from the get go that they would just be there for you as a friend, with little extras added on top like going out and buying your shopping for you whenever there was a thunderstorm, or baking you enough cake to feed the 5000. But, the pair’s talents in observance and intuition slowly made them realise that something was always just slightly off with you.

To them, it seemed like there was always something hidden behind a wall in your head, like a pretence that you constantly held up. Granted, part of their realisation came when in one of your drinking sessions at the bookshop, you let slip that you hadn’t eaten a proper meal for two days and they both nearly hit the roof. They asked you why, and kept asking why (Aziraphale in particular was extremely persistent) but you brushed it off- you always brushed it off.

‘No no, it’s nothing to be worried about, I promise! I’ve just been so busy, y’know? It’s nothing, please Aziraphale, you can sit down. Don’t you worry about me.’

Now, Crowley could sense a lie from a mile off considering he was the lord of them, and Aziraphale could feel that your inner emotions were about as steady as a mongoose riding a pedal bike, and they therefore deduced that they should in fact worry about you.

And so the slightly incompetent suffocation began.

This was definitely mainly from Aziraphale, as his senses for detecting emotional suffering and hurt were a lot stronger than Crowley’s- this was just down to how long he’d been pulling angelic manoeuvres. Crowley was a lot less practised however when he felt that something was off, he really did feel that something was off. This however meant that wherever in London you were, Aziraphale would realise that something was wrong, no matter how small the inconvenience.

Notable occasions included when the tubes on the Central Line were running one minute late and Aziraphale unsuccessfully attempted to miracle another train up, causing even more delay and destruction, when the bottom of your shoe fell off in a puddle and Aziraphale got so upset that he cried for an hour, (to be fair, he’d had a long day; someone had tried to buy a book from the shop which had displeased him greatly) and when a seagull crapped on your shoulder while you were sitting outside a bar at Canary Wharf and the angel managed to manifest a fluke bolt of lightning which struck the seagull down right into your food.

And all this from the comfort of his own home.

Crowley had tried to tell the angel that not every inconvenience could be sorted out, that the pair needed to pick their battles with the perils of the human life.

‘Yes yes, I understand. I’ll stop, I promise. We’ll stick to the original plan. Now have you seen my banana bread recipe? I think they could do with a pep up.’

This lasted for 22 hours.

You hadn’t shown up to the bookshop like you did every week.

‘Oh Angel do stop pacing, they have a life of their own you know,’ Crowley nagged, holding a bottle of red wine in one hand as he stood in the doorway between the main shop and the back room.

‘Something is wrong, Crowley. I have a dreadfully funny feeling,’ Aziraphale insisted, wringing his hands and pacing at twice the average speed of an angel.

‘Right, yes, okay but the problem is, you’ve said that every night for two weeks and it hasn’t been true once.’

‘You can’t sense it like I can.’ The angel stormed towards the coat stand, reaching for his coat.

‘Oh no no no, we agreed, no suffocation. Put that down, you’re not going anywhere,’ the demon asserted.

‘Oh yes we are. Put that wine in the back, you’re driving.’

Crowley had rarely heard Aziraphale’s voice like this before, low and extremely demanding. There wasn’t any way he was getting out of this, the angel was on a mission.

-

And so, Crowley drove the angel to your apartment block and the two of them ended up in the stairwell facing off with each other. Too highly strung for their own good.

‘What if this is the one time that I’m right? You’re here getting all… demonic on the stairs and-‘

‘I will get demonic, Aziraphale. I am in fact a demon, plus if this is the one time that you’re right then you’re holding both us back by squabbling. Move out of the way.’

Crowley marched up the stairs stony faced, swooping straight past Aziraphale to your front door.

He did care. He really did. He just didn’t like to show it around Aziraphale because he always felt inferior in they way that he cared compared to the angel. He didn’t have those massively intuitive senses, his baking skills weren’t up to scratch, he felt held back by control. But something in the demonic form burned when he thought of the idea that you were hurting- and that burning was made more painful by Aziraphale’s suggestion that he didn’t care.

He snapped his fingers at your door, and it violently swung open, hitting against the wall of the hallway as it did. He stormed inside, barely letting Aziraphale follow behind before he snapped his fingers again to close it. Darkness and silence fell over the hallway as the angel and the demon stood completely still, their anxious breathing slowly filling the space.

They could both easily sense one important thing- you were present in the apartment, you were safe within the four walls. There was a collective sigh of relief.

‘Told you,’ Crowley sneered under his breath, trying to hide his still present anxiety. As much as he could feel your presence, he was struggling with any of the finer details, your emotional state or your exact whereabouts.

‘Don’t be like that. I was only trying to help,’ Aziraphale whimpered, taking a small step forwards. Unlike Crowley, he could just about tell that you were somewhere in the general direction of your bedroom. The angel clicked his fingers and uttered a small ‘let there be light’, allowing the hallway to be illuminated by a faint white glow. There was no other light coming from anywhere due to a distinct lack of windows in the architecture of this building, the only three were in your living room, your bedroom and your kitchen and even then, you’d shut all of the curtains and all of the doors in the place.

The angel padded further down the hallway, leaving Crowley to look at the prints on your walls like an awkward cousin at a party. By the time Aziraphale had reached your bedroom door, Crowley had moved onto examining the items on the coffee table that was slightly further down the hall. There wasn’t a lot to examine, a couple of books, your keys, an Alexa that you’d turned the microphone off on. The one thing that caught Crowley’s eye was a small painting of a seaside town just laying down on the table. It wasn’t anywhere near being finished and much to Crowley’s dismay, it was crumpled up. He assumed two scenarios from this, either someone had given you an unfinished painting and you felt so strongly about it that you took to crumpling it up, or this was in fact your handy work that had been partially destroyed.

‘Crowley, what now?’ Aziraphale whispered from the end of the corridor, bringing Crowley’s gaze up from the table and back to reality.

‘Uhhh, don’t scare them. Don’t just burst in,’ the demon responded, moving down to meet Aziraphale by the bedroom.

‘I wasn’t planning on doing that! I just mean, do I knock? Just go in? Announce our arrival?’

Crowley rested his hand lightly on your bedroom door, looking quizzically at Aziraphale who was jumping through every possible scenario in his head. The demon sighed.

‘Just, shush. Okay, let’s just be quiet. Follow me, angel.’

Crowley very slowly pushed your bedroom door open, being greeted with yet more darkness from inside as he did so. Aziraphale hung over his shoulder to try and look inside, with Crowley grunting slightly at this. Through the darkness, Crowley made out a shape in the bed.

You, curled into a ball and fast asleep. Your breathing was heavy, but not laboured, and the bedsheets rose and fell accordingly. You were as close to comatose as could possibly be, dead to the world but luckily, very much alive.

‘Aaah. Oh, look,’ whispered Aziraphale. Crowley glared slightly at the angel, but inside, his sentiments were very similar. The pair stared at your form resting in the darkness for a few seconds, relieved with every breath that you took. With anyone else? It would have been creepy.

But not with these two. It was a deep devotion and concern.

Aziraphale went to take a step forwards but Crowley stopped him in his tracks, stopping the angel from getting anywhere near you.

‘Don’t even think about waking them, look. They’re deep in dreamland,’ the demon hissed, meeting Aziraphale’s puppy eyes.

‘Oh please, I just wanted to check that they’re okay.’

‘Aziraphale, they’re very clearly shattered. I think that we’ve discovered that they’re definitely not okay, but interrupting their sleep won’t help anyone. Let’s just, y’know, help where we can.’

‘But their soul-‘

‘I know. We’ll help with that tomorrow. For today, they sleep.’

Aziraphale eventually backed off slightly, looking down while nodding in defeat. While his deep concern could only ever have come from a place of love, he realised that stepping back for a second could be beneficial to everyone. He started to head towards the kitchen to see if there was anything that he could help with in there, turning back round for a second to ask Crowley what he should do. Crowley however was no longer stood in your doorway, and was instead sat on the edge of your bed, resting his hand on your leg.

The angel went to protest in some jealousy for a moment, but the warm glow that filled up his heart because of the sight stopped him. He just smiled, and turned back.

—

Between the pair of them, you were treated to a clean kitchen, a full fridge, a massive fuzzy blanket for the bed and soft, warm light for each room.

But there was one final detail bugging Crowley.

As the pair crept down your hallway back to the front door, Crowley let out a soft whistle to his friend as he stopped beside the coffee table. The angel turned his head, looking at the objects scattered about the surface.

‘What’s this?’ He asked, strangely intrigued by the small speaker- like object.

‘It’s an Alexa, it’s like a - y’know what, doesn’t matter. That’s not what I need you for. Look at this.’ Crowley picked up the ruined painting that he’d spotted earlier, showing it to Aziraphale. The angel scanned over it.

‘Ooh, its Whitby, the place with Dracula!’ He half gasped half squealed, failing to see what his friend was seeing.

‘It’s fucked is what it is, angel. I think they’ve crumpled it up in frustration or something, which I’m not exactly thrilled with. I’m out of niceness for today, can you do something?’ Crowley sighed, thrusting the painting towards his friend slightly.

‘Oh, easily. Your wish is my command, dear.’

Aziraphale swiped his hand across the paper and watched as the creases disappeared and the smudges eased. The colours got just a little brighter, and the beauty of your half- finished painting was restored.

‘We’ll help them finish it tomorrow, yes Crowley?’ The angel continued. Crowley gave a small smile with all the good energy that he had left in his body.

‘Yes angel. That would be nice.’

#good omens #good omens one shot #good omens fanfic #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

That’s Not a Smoothie

Summary:  After being absent for a week, Gandra Dee shows up to the latest FOWL meeting ten minutes late with Starducks...and an egg.

@promiseddifferent @halfshellkayla​

Read on AO3: “That’s Not a Smoothie”

Order was one of, if not the, most important things to be concerned about, if you asked Bradford. That also included the order of maintaining a schedule. That was the main reason why he insisted on everyone in the inner circle of their organization attending daily meetings, even if they didn’t necessarily have any plans or upcoming missions to discuss relating to their plans for Scrooge McDuck and his family, or the missing mysteries his grandmother had been searching for.

To Bradford’s relief – and he would have to admit, genuine surprise – the various…specialists he had hired to be involved at the highest level of F.O.W.L. were all very capable of sticking to the schedule he had set up for them, with minimal complaints.

That being said, Bradford wasn’t heartless; he knew that there would be times when the people he hired would be too sick or injured to physically be present for meetings, and he understood that. So, he did allow for sick days – even allowing for up to seven days paid sick leave – with the only requirement being that the members of the organization needed to contact him to inform him of their absence. That way, he would know to work around the fact that any potential plans involving that particular agent would have to be scrapped prior to any discussions or planning sessions.

Agent Dee had been absent from the meetings for almost a full week, and only the first day was accounted for.

Bradford had even asked Rockerduck (who the young woman had formed an odd sort of camaraderie with, particular after the duck had returned from the Foreverglades with a baby butler of all things) if the missing agent had contacted him at any point in the past week, only to be told that Rockerduck hadn’t heard from her, either.

By now, Bradford was beginning to get suspicious.

He already had a feeling that there was something up with Gandra Dee – she’d been acting a bit oddly for months, though she often attempted to excuse her strange behavior by claiming she was tired or some other seemingly innocent excuse. The director hadn’t been pleased by this unprofessional behavior, but he had chosen to overlook it, seeing as it hadn’t really affected her work in any significant way, nor had it had any impact of the work of others. These unexplained absences, however, were another issue entirely, and Bradford had already made a mental note to speak with her about it when she did return; and he was certain she would, seeing how the organization was the only place where she knew she’d get what she needed for her various…science projects.

For the time being, however, there were more pressing matters to attend to – most notably, their mission to possess all of the remaining missing mysteries before Scrooge McDuck and his family went on another dangerous adventure to claim them.

They had been discussing – or rather, between the various distractions and interruptions, trying to discuss – a potential plan to go after what sounded like a promising lead in St. Canard, when the door to the meeting room suddenly opened up with no announcement or warning, much less a request for permission.

Expecting one of the Eggheads, Bradford turned away from the projector screen and towards the door, ready to say something about the interruption.

“I sincerely hope you have a very good reason for this interruption, whoever you are,” he said sternly as he turned.

Instead of the Egghead he’d been expecting, however, standing just outside the doorway was none other than Gandra Dee, holding what looked like a paper coffee cup from one of those chain cafes than Bradford couldn’t remember the name of in one hand, and….something in the other; he couldn’t exactly see what it was, probably some new invention of hers, considering how tightly she appeared to be holding it.

Gandra rolled her eyes at the scolding and stepped inside, kicking the door behind her before making her way over to her usual seat.

“Hey, be glad I even came in at all,” she half-said, half-snapped as she somewhat awkwardly tried to sit down with both her hands occupied. “I still feel like someone decided to treat my body like a tube of toothpaste, but you only give us a week of paid sick days, and unfortunately for me, I need the money more than I want to just stay in bed.”

Now that she was at the table, everyone could more easily see what else she was holding….and it was definitely not an invention, not in the traditional sense. While the other agents present stared, seemingly unable to say anything at the moment, Gandra shifted her body slightly to move from her arm to her lap what she’d been holding onto so securely: an egg. She wrapped one arm around the egg, holding it close to her body – presumably the provide additional heat – and appearing to make sure she was satisfied with the position before taking a sip from her coffee cup.

The first one to speak was Black Heron. “So, Agent Dee….what do you have there?”

Gandra finished drinking from her cup before answering, “…An espresso.”

The wry tone of her voice made it clear that she was well aware of what the older woman was actually referring to.

Bradford wanted to get back to the purpose of the meeting, but he could already tell that this latest development meant that nobody else present was likely to pay much attention to anything he said; and so he decided to put the discussion on hold, for the moment.

Besides, he had to admit, he also had a few questions regarding Gandra’s egg. And there was no doubt that the egg was actually hers – Gandra Dee had never expressed any disdain for children, and in fact was among the first to warm up to the Fountain-changed Jeeves (or Jay, as some of the members of the team had taken to calling him), but she was not the type to just….adopt someone else’s egg. Though, that did raise another question.

“So, who knocked you up?” Steelbeak inquired, asking the exact same question that Bradford had been waiting to ask, albeit in a way that was much less tactful than the director would have preferred.

The bluntness of the question received glares from everyone present, save the young woman who had been the recipient, though she had bristled for the briefest of moments upon being asked.

“Beats me,” said Gandra with a shrug, placing her coffee down on the table and wrapping the other arm around the egg as well, now holding it tightly against her torso with both arms. “I had a few too many drinks after going out one night, and I think you can all figure out what happened next.”

Something about her tone seemed to imply that there was more to the story than that, but Bradford supposed it wasn’t the time for pressing the issue. He would be keeping a closer eye on her activities when he could, however, at least when she was at headquarters; he couldn’t do much when she was at home, particularly considering she’d never given him her address, preferring to receive paychecks in person.

Bradford’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of baby babbling. Apparently Jeeves had woken up from the nap he’d been taking in Rockerduck’s arms, and was now showing clear interest in Gandra’s new egg, reaching for it and making grabbing motions with his hands.

The infant’s guardian took hold of his hands with one of his own, gently pushing them down.

“Jeeves, don’t touch that,” he told the young Franken-dog. “You don’t know where it’s been.”

“Sure we do – it’s been up Dee’s c-“

Bradford spoke again, abruptly cutting off whatever it was that Steelbeak was about to say. Whatever it was, he was certain it was not appropriate subject matter to be discussing in a workplace environment, and he said as much.

“Could we not discuss this at the meeting? Or, preferably, at all?” Bradford asked, with a tone that made it clear that this was an order, not a request.

The rooster opened his mouth, appearing ready to continue the conversation despite the order, only to snap it shut with an audible clank; presumably he recalled the fact that Bradford could, and would, force him to stop talking if need be. That at least took care of that problem, for the time being.

However, there was still another issue to attend to – the issue of Gandra Dee and this egg of hers. He didn’t need to ask if she intended to keep the child; the way she was cradling the egg, and particularly her venomous glare at the way the other agents were looking at it, as though expecting them to try and take it from her, was enough of an answer.

“Is this going to impact your work performance?” Bradford questioned, looking directly at Gandra and waiting until he knew she was actually listening before asking. He didn’t want there to be any confusion between them, or even just her trying to claim she hadn’t heard the question.

Without hesitation, Gandra shook her head.

“Definitely not,” she replied. There was a brief pause during which the smallest hint of uncertainty showed on her face, though it was very subtle. “I mean, I guess that I’m not really going to be that good for field missions until after it hatches, but it’s not like I’m usually put on those jobs anyway, right?”

Well, at least she was honest about the impact this was going to have on her ability to take on certain assignments….And she did have a point that she wasn’t usually sent on the more physical field missions – Bradford tended to prefer having his agents work with their strengths, and Gandra Dee’s strengths lied in computers and other technology that Bradford could never be bothered to figure out past the basics. Which, fortunately, meant that her new responsibility wouldn’t have too much of a direct impact on operations at FOWL, much less Bradford’s own plan to put an end to Scrooge McDuck’s adventuring once and for all.

“And I would assume that you’ll want a short maternity leave after the child is hatched?”

It took a few seconds before the young woman responded; the expression on her face made it look like she was thinking about the question, or possibly about how she was supposed to answer. Most likely, she was wondering if he would withhold her pay if she said she would need time away from work following the hatching. And, honestly, Bradford was quite insulted by the thought; he might be admittedly stern, but he knew how to run a proper business, including providing certain benefits if they were needed.

“Kinda, yeah. I mean, even if I’m doing experiments, still going to need to adjust to the whole thing,” Gandra finally replied after seeming to consider the question for a few moments. Her expression made it look like she was expecting some form of argument, and it melted away to shock when Bradford immediately replied with, “Very well, then. As I have always made clear, I am not a villain, so we can discuss the matter more in the future.”

A quirked eyebrow indicated that the young woman expected there was a catch to the director’s generosity; but in Bradford’s eyes, this meeting had been put on hold long enough. He gave her a pointed look that silently told her that they could discuss the issue privately, after the meeting was adjourned, and that seemed enough to satisfy her for now.

“Any other interruptions?” Bradford asked, glancing around the table for answers, direct or implied. Heron, Blot, and Steelbeak all seemed ready to continue – though whether the rooster would actually pay attention was another question; while Gandra’s focus seemed split between the egg on her lap and Bradford, and Rockerduck was busy rocking a now fussy baby Jeeves in an attempt to get him to sleep.

Bradford sighed; all things considered, he supposed this was the best he could ask for, for now.

As he resumed the meeting, he took a brief glance over at Gandra, making a mental note to keep an even closer eye on her activities on the FOWL servers…as well as look into the other network that she was connecting with so often. He had a feeling that would be very useful information to have in store for the future…especially now that it seemed that she had other priorities besides their mission to put an end to adventuring.

#DuckTales 2017 #Bradford Buzzard #Gandra Dee #John D Rockerduck #Baby Jeeves #Black Heron #Steelbeak #Phantom Blot #Rockerdad #Background Fendra #Fendra #DuckTales Fanfic

[gospelofme]

57 Thoughts I Had While Watching Part 2 of The Bad Batch Season Finale (Spoilers ahead!!)

I do like how Part 2 picks right up where Part 1 left off. I prefer that method since it makes it feel like one connected piece. Like how Rogue One ended where A New Hope kicks off.

Ya know, I wouldn’t mind the thunderstorms.

Okay the explosions are beautifully animated. The blues, the sparks, the orange flames. And I like how they’re realistically placed. So many shows with explosions don’t have them right close to the characters, even if they’re supposed to be all around them.

This episode is kinda darkly lit. Not like Battle of Winterfell in Game of Thrones.

Okay yeah, that clone reporting the destruction…thats some sadness there.

That inner alarm has me thinking “oh shit my flight has changed gates again hasn’t it!!”

Damn, imagine being unconscious and wake up in a flooding compartment with a droid and that one kid who took your place.

Okay how strong is that knife. I kinda expect it to break in half. Wrecker would

probably try to trade with Hunter after that.

The shot of the burning buildings on the water is so beautiful too. The reflections were well done.

About AZ being like “oh hey homie, you survived being blown up but now you’re drowning. And I’m watching while this literal child tries to move metal debris off of you.”

Okay Omega using her bow like that is genius. But please wee baby don’t hit Crosshair by accident. And the way the bolts underwater were animated. 🤌🏻🤌🏻

And Crosshair being all “wtf?!”

Dang Omega is so take charge here.

Okay the sprays of water from the door is so well done. And omg they just pop outta there lmao!!!! About how Omega is caught and they just let Crosshair slide on the floor.

Haha Crosshair being like “Hunter, you fucker did you break something?!”

I really wish it wasn’t so darkly lit, but it does bring a sense of realism. The power is out, so what we’re able to see is what the characters are able to see with flashlights. Plus I’m sure this would look different on my TV than iPad.

The music is so pretty, so emotional. Oh damn poor AZ.

Oh never mind. He’s good.

Crosshair quit being a poop and follow them please.

Echo and that smell lmao.

“Blind allegiance makes you a pawn. A real leader protects his squad.”

Huh. Interesting. But isn’t blind allegiance what the clones had in the Republic? Isn’t that what Clone Force 99 had in the Republic? At least mostly. Some clones didn’t have that obviously, like Cut.

Ooohh Crosshair’s expression when Hunter knocked his shoulder. That seemed like surprise. There is something to that.

Hmmmmmm I’m with Crosshair on that. Going through a glass tunnel with cracks in it hundreds of feet below the surface would be a no from me. Also, what about water pressure? Is that not a thing there? Like wouldn’t you get a massive headache traveling through that? Or maybe not….idk.

Oh fuck Wrecker letting Crosshair know what’s what. I do like that he’s finally expressing how he feels. I’ve always thought there was more of a brotherly relationship between Wrecker and Crosshair than Crosshair had with the others. And Wrecker has a point, Crosshair didn’t even try to come back to them. Of course that really isn’t a fair statement either I guess. Wrecker should remember how he couldn’t control what he did when his chip kicked on.

And Tech jumping in and saying that Crosshair has always been “severe and unyielding” is a good way to let us know a bit more of what’s normal behavior for Crosshair. I like how he’s reminded Wrecker that some things Crosshair can’t help due to just how he is (likely a byproduct of the enhancement experiments).

“Understanding you does not mean I agree with you.” Ugh if only more people had this mindset. Also, the whole “why are you defending me?” sounds like Tech doesn’t usually leap to Crosshair’s defense (even though that’s not what he’s doing here). Which further makes me think that the brotherly relationship that usually exists between team members (like Domino squad eventually, Rex/Echo/Fives/Kix/Jesse/Hardcase/Tup) doesn’t exist here between all the guys. It’s more sporadic. Crosshair seems to get along better with Wrecker (in their own way, teasing and their droid death counts) than he does with Tech.

Also perhaps they should not stop so often…ya know, just in case the tunnel implodes.

Oh nope nope nope. No underwater tubes and sea monsters for Bethany.

AZ is so peppy. Like he sounds so positive when relaying bad news. He sounds like the kinda droid that would be like “good news is you have great cholesterol, bad news is you have cancer. But yay no diabetes!”

Oh yeah I kinda forgot Hunter wasn’t with them they first got to the private lab. And oh damn, Omega is technically older than them. The whole accelerated aging thing is just so unfair.

Well we really couldn’t expect a glass tunnel to fully survive aerial bombardment. Better start swimming fuckers!!

Damn, someone find AZ a charger! I bet Tech has one for his datapad that boy is attached too. He seems like the type to never be without a phone charger. He also seems like the type to not want to share it because no one else in the squad treats their charge cords with respect.

Dad gum Crosshair, I didn’t hear you spouting off any bright ideas. Geez, who peed in your wheaties?!

Hunter takes things too personally?! Weren’t you being all Salty McSourpus over Hunter leaving your ass on Kamino for shooting at him and the others? Were you not taking that too personally? But kudos to Hunter for reminding him the Empire peaced the fuck out and left him to die on Kamino. Although…Crosshair does sound like he’s trying not to care about that. Like it does bother him but he’s acting like he don’t give a fuck.

“The Empire will control the entire Galaxy. And I’m going to be a part of it.” Uhm, sir…you’re currently in a secret lab at the bottom of the ocean with no means of escape right now. How do you plan to be a part of the Empire from down here? Like, are you going to establish the underwater branch of the Empire and assert the Emperor’s control over the sea critters?

Ugh Omega trying so hard to bond with Crosshair. Like the parallel between this scene and the holding cell scene. And her thinking she was wrong about the chip making him behave like a dick. Oh sweet baby, you’re not wrong. He still has that thing. But he has always been a dick per Tech’s words earlier. But she’s trying so hard to show him the similarities between them.

I’ve noticed Crosshair does a lot of pushing people away. Like he’s been doing that with Hunter and Omega this whole season. Speaking harshly to them both (although I think some of the things he says to Hunter, he’s always wanted to say). But I think it’s more that he wants to avoid disappointing them, so he shoves them away to prevent that feeling. Like perhaps he thinks he isn’t worthy to be around them, that they’ll be better off without him around.

Oh fuck, look at you contributing now Mr. I Am Going To Complain About Other People’s Ideas.

Did they have to draw straws to see who got their own pod and who had to team up with who? Like,

Hunter: “Someone has to go with Tech.”

Crosshair, Wrecker: “Not it!”

Echo: “not it, fuck I wasn’t fast enough.”

Oh the wee child is getting her own pod. Okay then.

Of course Hunter and Crosshair get doubled up. I bet they argue the whole time.

Crosshair: “stop breathing all the air!!”

Hunter: “stop standing on my foot!!”

Crosshair: “well it’s not my fault you have Sasquatch feet!”

Oh damn. Well bye Omega. It was nice knowing you. Crosshair probably has your eulogy already written.

Hm, so Tech never shared his datapad charge cord with AZ. Bummer.

Awww poor AZ. He was a good droid. We’ll remember how he OMG OMEGA WHAT THE FUCK?!!???

Again is water pressure not a thing in Star Wars?

Sweetie. He’s metal. You won’t be strong enough to pull him along with you.

Oh fuck Crosshair! Oh damn the look on his face is like “Hunter, get you ugly ass face out of my shot.” Oh damn, boy has got some good eyesight, I want a piece of that.

Bruh, that’s gotta hurt. You just saved the kid they all love and they got you at blaster point. Buuuuuut at the same time you haven’t expressed the most positive attitude towards said kid either. So maybe they have a good reason to think you’d shoot her? Still. Damn. That’s gotta hurt, since if it had been the good ol’ days they’d be like “nice shot buddy!”

Hunter looks more wary than upset honestly. Like he isn’t sure why Crosshair did that, but he’s not sure if Crosshair would want him expressing gratitude either. Hunter doesn’t seem to know how to treat him any more. Crosshair belittles him and speaks harshly to him, but then saves Omega. It’s almost like old Crosshair is still in there, knowing how attached the team is to Omega. Even if he does think she’s not in the safest environment with them.

Oh…omg what is this?! I just noticed, no rain on Kamino….AND SUNSHINE?! Like is that a fucking sunrise??!!?? Oh shit you guys there is symbolism here!!! Like a new start or something impossible has happened. Like there has never been sunshine on Kamino, it’s always stormed. Always. Always and forever it has done that. But after the destruction of Tipoca City, the rains cease and the sunshine comes out. Like….omg guys. It’s pretty!!

Interesting. Omega seems sad that a place she didn’t want to ever return to is gone. But I guess that’s probably the notion that she’s essentially homeless setting in. That the only home she’s had (before Clone Force 99) is gone.

Also, I have this theory that Ghost Fives probably travels with Echo, and he’d likely be like “good! Fuck that place. Killing Tup there and all. Bitches.”

Echo: “stfu Fives, she’s sad okay.”

Honestly I’m not surprised Crosshair refused their offer to come with them. He has his pride and I feel like he doesn’t want to admit aligning with the Empire was a mistake. That he was wrong and Hunter was right. Especially after being all Pro-Empire and talking about how they’re going to be what the Galaxy needs.

“Consider us even.” GIRL he admits it! He was saving YOU!! YOU! Not the dumb droid, YOU!!!!

His face says it all when they pull away. Like he regrets not going with them, but he can’t bring himself to stay with them. He’s really conflicted right now. He has programming in his head telling him one thing and another portion of his mind reminding him that Tech, Wrecker, Hunter, and even Echo care about him. That they’re a team. He even wanted them to join the Empire so they could all get back together. He does want to be with them, but it’s going to take time to get passed the war in his head.

Oh damn, Nala Se and some Commando buddies. Yeah there’s something up with her. She seems to have gained a lot out of this. Making herself more important than Lama Su and likely more important than the other scientists from Kamino. I wonder if this was her plan all along. It’s so hard to tell what Kaminoans are thinking because they don’t express emotions facially or even vocally.

I read a post somewhere about Nala Se doing childish science experiments. Like the baking soda/vinegar volcano. And now I can’t get the image out of my head of her teaching like a high school chemistry class where you get to do those classic science fair experiments. Things exploding, clones accidentally gassing each other at a table. Someone betting someone else 5 credits to drink a solution.

@leias-left-hair-bun @halzore @escapedthesarlacc @eyecandyeoz

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #the mandalorian #the bad batch spoiler #the bad batch spoilers #crosshair tbb #commander crosshair #sargent hunter #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #tbb wrecker #tbb omega

[firesoulstuff]

The Blind Date From Cell Block D

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33159133

Cisco is - understandably - a little wary when his ex-girlfriend sets him up on a blind date with her cellmate's sister. A part of him thinks the only reason they're set up is because they both have kids, not that they'd actually be good for each other.

Well, he's been wrong before.

Cisco can’t believe it’s come to this.

He stands in front of Jitters coffee and looks at the door ahead of him, a final debate in his mind as to if he’s really going inside or not. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust Lisa, but her friends aren’t typically people he wants to get involved with. Of course supposedly this girl isn’t really one of her friends, but maybe a friend’s sister is close enough.

Oh well, he made it this far.

He enters the coffee shop and looks around. He doesn’t know what this girl looks like, but it isn’t all that crowded and he doesn’t see anyone looking around lost. He debates ordering coffee but he doesn’t know what she likes, and it feels rude ordering one for just himself, so he goes and claims a seat at a table with a nice view of the door.

He checks his phone while he waits, debating texting Barry to check up on Carmen or working on a crossword, when he hears the door open and he looks up.

This is probably her.

She isn’t what he was expecting, though Lisa had mentioned she was a “goody-goody.” She’s dressed nicer than he is, in a red flower-printed dress with matching lipstick. Her hair is this gorgeous light brown color that frames her face in loose curls. He starts to think maybe he’s wrong, that this woman is here to meet some other lucky guy and he’s still waiting, but then she notices him watching her and there must be something awestruck about his expression because she comes over to his table, and he awkwardly he pushes himself off the chair and stands.

“Hi…” She trails, “Cisco?”

“Um, yeah, hi.” He stammers, and offers her his hand, because apparently that is what he does on a first date now.

Still, she laughs and accepts the handshake.

“Caitlin, right?” He asks.

“Right.” She says with a blush, and he’s pretty sure he’s blushing himself.

“Cool, um, why don’t I go get us some drinks?”

What follows next is the obligatory awkwardness of a first date of her half-heartedly trying to give him money for her latte and his insisting that he’s paying for it. Once they have that out of the way and he’s returned to the table with her latte and his decaf Flash - he definitely doesn’t need the caffeine right now – he feels like he can breathe just a little bit easier.

“Thank you.” Caitlin says as he places her latte down in front of her and takes his seat.

“You’re welcome.” He says, “So, um, were you as nervous about the set-up from cell block D as I was?”

She snorts into her drink, and he can’t help thinking that it’s adorable.

“It’s always a bad idea when my sister wants to set me up.” She says, “When she said she wanted to set me up with her cellmate’s ex, no offence but I almost stood you up.”

“Understandable.” He admits, readily. Because really, he wouldn’t have blamed her. “What changed your mind?”

She chuckles, and he smirks when she suddenly avoids his eyes and starts stirring her straw around her drink.

“I um… I told myself I would come, it would be horrible, and then I could hold this over her every other time she tries to set me up down the road.”

He laugh, he tries not to but it gets through.

“So you’re using me.” He snarks, taking a sip of his drink. “I’m the bad date who is supposed to get you out of future, worse dates.”

“Sorry.” She winces, and he keeps laughing.

“Don’t be. I respect it, kind of wish I’d thought of it to be honest with you.”

Now she’s grinning along with him, and it’s nice. They sip their drinks, get over their laughter, though he’s still beaming with amusement when he speaks again.

“So, is this that bad yet?”

“Hmm… Not yet.” She hums, “But I can always embellish the details. What about you? Why’d you come?”

He shrugs, picking at his nails a bit. “Desperation, maybe? Been awhile since I had a date, and Lisa knows what I go for.”

He winces as the words leave his mouth; he definitely shouldn’t have worded that like that.

She’s raising an eyebrow at that, more than enough confirmation that he’s right, but at least she isn’t running away yet.

“What I mean is, um, Lisa and I had the conversation a while ago. We’re not right for each other, but we’re on good terms and we want to see each other happy. Plus, with Carmen, neither of us wants the other to waste time on something that isn’t going to last. So I trust anyone she’s going to set me up with will be someone she actually thinks I’ll like.”

Caitlin nods, but he’s still kicking himself. He learned a long time ago it’s never good to bring up an ex on the first date. Bringing up the kid? Absolutely, that’s something he knows he has to be upfront about. But he’s found ways to discuss Carmen while leaving her mother out of it until a later date, assuming it goes that far. But in this scenario that’s kind of difficult, considering it’s his ex who set this up.

“That’s good that you guys still get along.” She says, “I’m sure that makes parenting easier.”

“Yeah.” He agrees, whole-heartedly. There was a rough patch two years ago when Lisa first got arrested, he didn’t want much to do with her, he was so pissed. Then when he finally went to see her all they did was fight. It was horrible, and he could see the effect it was having on Carmen. He’s glad they’re past that.

“What about you?” He asks, “Lisa mentioned you have a son. You and the dad get along?”

She looks away again, her face falls, and instantly he knows he’s made a mistake.

“James’ dad is dead, actually.”

“Shit.” He whispers, “I’m-”

“It’s ok.” She promises, meeting his eyes again, with a look that says it is very much not ok but she’s tired of hearing the apologies. “It happened not long after James was born, he’s almost three. What about you? How old is Carmen?”

“She’s seven.”

He doesn’t miss how Caitlin’s expression shifts, her eyes blinking with mild surprise, and he chuckles. This isn’t the first time he’s gotten this kind of reaction after revealing his daughter’s age. He knows she’s doing the math, and debating whether or not she should ask exactly how old he is.

“Yeah, we had her kind of young.”

“I thought I had James young.” She comments, though the wonders if she meant to say that aloud, because when he starts cackling her face turns bright red and her eyes blow wide.

“I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“It’s ok, it’s ok.” He assures her through his laughter. “Really, I’ve gotten far worse reactions.”

She nods, though she doesn’t seem to be taking much solace in it.

“Were you out of high school?” She asks, to which he makes an “eh” motion with his hand.

“It was partway through senior year when we found out Lisa was pregnant, so we’d graduated by the time Carmen was born.”

They keep talking about their kids, swapping stories and occasionally pictures. James is adorable based on the pictures she shows him. He has her eyes, and her hair, but there’s something about his face that he’s sure must be a carbon copy of his father’s. She almost laughs herself to tears when he shows her the picture of Carmen from a pool party last summer at his Abuela’s; all suited up in her life jacket, arm floaties, an inner-tube, and bright pink snorkel.

“Yeah, this winter, I made her go to swimming lessons at the rec center. Kid was convinced she was going to drown. Didn’t care she’d been swimming plenty of other summers and done just fine. Nope.”

“Oh my god.” Caitlin laughs, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, James is terrified of buses right now. Cars? Fine. Trains? His favorite things in the word. But ask him to so much as look at a bus and he cries, all because there’s a kiddie ride at Adventure Land that’s shaped like a bus and he got sick on it last month.”

Cisco barks a laugh; he can picture that all too easily. Carmen went through a similar phase once; though her issue had been with clowns and he was more than happy to simply avoid those rather than make her face them.

“I should be going.” Caitlin eventually says, fiddling with the end of her straw. “James is with my mom right now and she really needs to pack for a trip tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Cisco agrees with a nod. “I should probably go relieve my friends.”

They get up, and after throwing away their empty cups he walks her to the door.

“This was surprisingly fun.” He says as he opens the door for her.

“It was.” She agrees, and she sounds equally surprised. “Would you want to maybe do it again sometime?”

“Yeah, I would.” He decides, beaming at her. “But it’s gotta be before next Thursday. I’m taking Carmen to visit Lisa and I am not facing her after only one date with anyone, because she will pester me about a second date.”

“Oh absolutely.” Caitlin agrees wholeheartedly. “If Crystal finds out a first date went well but doesn’t have any second date details, she might actually explode.”

He snorts, but if Caitlin’s sister is anything like Lisa, he can picture exactly that.

“So… Friday?” He asks, coming to a stop.

She stops along with him, a smile on her face.

“Friday.” She agrees, before leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He isn’t ashamed to admit he’s a little awestruck as he watches her leave down the busy street and disappear around a corner. He’s definitely grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

Maybe the girls in cell block D know what they’re doing after all.

#killervibe month #killervibe month 2021 #cisco ramone #caitlin snow

[i-like-5sos]

Let’s Skip Dinner Tonight [Jealous!Calum Oneshot]

Pairing: Calum Hood x reader

Word count: 3085 (not sorry)

Warnings: Mention of bruising hips, sexual themes, swearing.

Summary: You and Cal are getting ready to head out for dinner when you bring up Luke, causing Calum to get jealous.

"Hurry up Y/N I'm going to die of starvation" Calum yells up from the bottom of the stairs while you’re looking at yourself in the mirror, finishing up your mascara. You let out a soft sigh and roll your eyes.

"You literally ate like 30 minutes ago you brat" you call back as you close the mascara tube and put it away in the drawer.  

"Yeah... your point? I'm a growing boy Y/N, I need food or I’m gonna die.” Calum complains as you hear him begin to walk up the stairs towards you.

You ignore his whining and he stops- but only for a moment.

“I'm sooo hungry babe." He cries out dramatically as you make your way to meet him at the top of the staircase.

Calum stands on the top step -only a couple of inches shorter than you at this level- looking up at you with soft eyes. You know he’s about to begin complaining again but you can’t help but smile when seeing how handsome he looks in his white button-up shirt. Just as you begin to lean in for a kiss, you see the corner of his mouth twitch into a slight smirk, and you know what’s about to happen.

“Y/N... please… I don’t think…. I can… go… on.” He says, pretending to collapse beside you on the hallway floor. "Tell Michael… he gets none of my shit". He throws the back of his hand to his forehead for an extra flair of dramatics.

You carefully step over his long torso and being your march down the stairs, laughing at this man-child that you happen to call your boyfriend.

"I'll be sure to let him know after dinner" you say before opening the closet to examine which pair of heels to wear tonight.

From the corner of your eye you see Calum prop himself up on his elbow and look at you with his eyebrows raised.

"Don't you care at all that I'm dead over here?!" He shoots you a saddened look through the pair of his famous puppy dog eyes - fully equipped with the quivering pouty bottom lip.

"You know, since you've mentioned it… I'm sure Luke would be down to get nasty with me now that you're out of the way" you say as you fix your hair in the mirror on the closet door before turning to face your boyfriend, who was now sitting up.

His eyes were no longer filled with false sadness, but instead with a light flame of jealousy. You give him a soft smirk before trying to push your luck.

"I bet the things the fans say are true," you look back to the mirror, pretending to fix the lipstick on the corner of your mouth with your finger before continuing, "he's probably really good in bed... I bet he knows a thing or two," you turn your attention back to Calum at this point, well aware that you’re pushing his buttons, “if you know what I mean."

He sits at the top of the staircase clearly clenching his jaw while shaking his head. You’ve always loved how crazy he gets when you bring up Luke, knowing that before you started dating Calum, he was sure you had a thing for Luke (no matter how many times you’d tell him otherwise). To keep yourself from giggling at the obviously jealous man on the steps, you turn your attention back to your shoe collection.

"Hey babe, what shoes do you think will match my soon-to-be hip bruises from Luke?" You say, holding up both a black and blue pair of strappy heels.

That was the last straw and you knew it. Before you could dare to add anything else, you hear Calum stomping down the stairs, and soon after, feel the heat of his body standing behind you. You then feel the grip of his hands planted firmly on your hips, squeezing you tightly.

"The only one that’s going to be leaving bruises on your hips is going to be me, you got that?" He whispers in a low, husky voice onto the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You lick your bottom lip as your body tenses at the thought.

"Oh yeah?" You say smirking at his reflection in the mirror, taking in how ridiculously hot he looks when he’s jealous. "No offence babe, but I don't think you have it in you."

Calum’s hands grip you tighter before spinning you around, causing you to drop the two pairs of shoes. Now that you’re facing him, you can smell the cologne you had gotten him for his Birthday earlier this year. Taking an intoxicating deep breath, you looked up to meet his fiery brown eyes.

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" He says in a low voice before sliding his hands off your hips and onto your ass, pulling you against his body, leaving no room between the two of you.

You look up at him with a heavy breath, “Do your worst, Hood”.

With that he becomes unhinged as he lifts you up onto his waist. Within seconds he's got you slammed back-first against the cold front door and has his lips crashing into yours. Your kiss is like a wildfire fueled with jealousy and lust. His tongue explores your mouth with need and dominance, and the both of you only break apart for seconds of much needed air between each passionate kiss. Somewhere in your mind you notice the lack of support behind your back as Calum guides you away from the door, gripping your ass tightly and leading you both up the stairs toward your bedroom. You break away from the kiss to nibble at the sweet spot on his neck as the distance between the two of you and the bedroom disappeared. Once in the room, you kick the door shut behind you as Calum flips on the light switch.

"So you know just who's 'getting nasty' with you." He murmurs against your lips before kissing you hard.

He suddenly releases his lips from yours, and as you reach out to try and reconnect them, he’s gone, and you suddenly realize you’re falling onto the bed. Your body bounces softly as it hits the mattress, and in the time it takes for it to settle on the sheets, Calum has already begun ripping his clingy white button-up off. Following his lead, you pull off your dark red blouse to reveal your smooth torso and his favourite black lacy bra. You see his eyes deepen with lust as you blink slowly at the tall, gorgeously tan brunette in front of you. You watch as he takes a deep breath in and lick his lips before undoing his black leather belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulls them down in one swift motion then kicks them off. Calum then slowly creeps onto the bed and stops once he’s over your legs. You watch his eyes as they leave yours and drop to your black dress pants. Before you can process what he’s doing, Calum is on his knees, yanking your black bottoms off and smirking at the sight of your matching lacy black panties.

"Did you dress up for me Y/N?" he asks in a smug tone continuing to crawl over you and stopping to hover over your torso.

You smiled softly "It was for Luke" you say shrugging, before turning your soft smile into a smirk. 

He lets out a low growl and clenches his jaw before sitting back onto his knees and pulling down your panties. The rush of cool air hits your lower half and you continue to watch Calum, who is now biting his lip and becoming noticeably harder by the second. He adjusts his body and glides closer to your legs, before spreading them slightly open and biting harder into his bottom lip while inhaling deeply through his nose. You wait impatiently for him to begin what you so desperately need him to do.

The two of you lock eyes as he leans forward, supporting himself up with his left arm, his face inches towards yours and he kisses you softly once, twice, three times before allowing the kiss to deepen and grow passionately. The two of you stay this way for a few minutes before you feel a hand being to trace the curves of your collarbone, then slide into your bra to caress your left breast as your kiss deepens further. His hand then leaves the warmth of your bra and continues to trace the patterns of your skin down your stomach and then up your thigh before pushing your left leg further from the right and sliding his hand into your inner thigh towards your heat.

Calum begins the way he always does, by slowly and softly rubbing his thumb around your most sensitive spot, triggering a soft moan to escape your lips and hit his. You feel his smirk against your lips as you push back lustfully into the kiss. You feel him then slowly slide a long finger inside of you before pulling it out at the same pace and repeating this action twice more, before adding another finger once he feels you’re ready for it. He then beings to repeat the action again with both fingers. You bite down on Calum’s bottom lip to distract yourself from moaning again as he begins to quicken the pace before then resuming his previous technique of rubbing small circles against you with his thumb. You’re coming undone at his touch and he knows it.

Even with the distraction of his full bottom lip between your teeth, you still manage to let out a soft moan in disagreement at the sudden loss of pleasure, as he slides his fingers out before breaking away and pulling his lip free. You open your eyes to see him and proceed to give him a needy look. Calum then licks his fingers and smirks as he leans down to give you one last kiss on the lips before doing the same to your jaw, collarbone, in between your breasts, above your belly button, and finally, one last kiss on your left hip bone. Calum’s lust-filled dark brown eyes look up to meet yours once more before he drops his head to focus on his next project. 

He blows a small gust of wind onto your core before kissing your most tender area, sending a shiver down your spine and causing you to buck up into the fresh touch. He takes his hands and places them onto your hips before pushing your torso back onto the bed as he begins with the same motion as before, soft circles around you with his tongue, driving you crazy all over again. Your hands move to their signature spot buried deep in his messy dark brown curls. As a response, Calum squeezes your hips then kisses you again before gently sucking on your sweet spot, causing a loud moan to escape your lips. 

“Oh my God. Don’t stop.” You breathe out almost silently.

He hums against you in response. Your head crashes backward as he continues to pleasure you, periodically changing his pace and techniques to drive you wild, in only the way Calum can. As you grip his hair tightly, you feel your high approaching rapidly. Your breathing becomes heavy and the room starts to spin. Then it stops. He stops. You look up at him frantically with wildly pleading eyes and heavy breaths. He meets your gaze and wipes his lower face while smiling at you again before returning to his previous position hovering over top of you. You feel his hard length press against your hip before you grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in for a hot, passionate kiss. He then pulls away from your kiss once again to hover over your body again.

“What gives Calum?” you say breathlessly, in desperate need of his skin on yours.

“Now, now Y/N. You think I’m going to let you tap out this early into the game?” Calum says eyeing you down. “You said you wanted hip bruises. And now you’re gonna get ‘em”.

He pulls off his boxers before reaching behind your back and undoing your bra in one swift motion. You shimmy your arms body out of the black bra before tossing it somewhere onto the floor while Calum reaches into the bedside table for a condom and tears it open with his teeth before sliding it down his impressive length. As always, you are mesmerized by the pure beauty that is your boyfriend’s body. You take a moment to admire his physique as he adjusts himself between your legs.

“You ready babe?” he asks, smirking as he catches you ogling at his body.

“Show me what you’re made of, Baby.” You respond, giddy with anticipation. You know Jealous Calum fucks like no other and you can’t wait any longer for this.

He wastes no time with taking things slow as he slams himself inside of you, causing a soft yelp to release from your mouth. He pulls out just as forcefully before slamming into you again, this time your body accepting it more. He grabs the side of your head with his left hand while supporting himself with his right, and pulls you in for a kiss that matches the intensity of his thrusts. As he continues crashing his hips into yours you begin to feel your high build again.

“Cal… Baby. I- I’m close” you mumble absentmindedly against his lips, lost in your pleasure.

“Don’t you dare” He warns as he thrusts into you hard once more, before pulling you against his chest and rolling the both of you over while making sure not to break your connection.

“Babe, I don’t think I have a choice” you breathe against his chest.

“You’re right, you don’t. Start riding.” He orders, as he adjusts the both of you so that you’re now sitting upright, on top of him- with him firmly sitting inside of you.

You have no choice but to do as you’re told as you begin slowly rising off of your boyfriend’s hips and falling back down at the same pace, trying not to set yourself over the edge. As you’re about to lift up slowly again, you pause to catch a look at Calum’s face. His eyes are closed, and his head is tilted back in pleasure, leaving his mouth slightly agape. You lean in to kiss him and his head snaps forward, eyes open and meeting your gaze.

“Did I say stop?” He asks in a sharp tone. You know him well enough to hear the want and need in his voice, but also well enough to know he means business.

You begin your slow assent again, continuing to try and prevent your climax as best as you can. Just as you reach the top of his length and are about to drop slowly again, you feel him thrust up and crash into you once more, sending a wave on pleasure through your body and escaping your mouth as a loud moan.

“Fuck, Cal. How do you expect me to last when you do that?” You plea, trying to distract yourself with anything to keep the focus off of your impending orgasm.

Calum lets out a deep groan, too focused on his task to bother replying to you as he grips your hips hard and starts thrusting deep and forcefully into you with no regard. That was it. You feel the room spin again as your body starts to tense. There’s no turning back now, as he smashes into you again. You throw your head back and yell out your boyfriend’s name in nothing but ecstasy, as he causes you to reach your limit, coming undone around him.

You breathe frantically as you come down from your high before you open your eyes to meet the dismayed glare of Calum.

“What did I say Y/N?” Scolds Calum as he grips your hips harder.

“Well, what did you expect?” You reply, breathlessly.

He raises an eyebrow at you before shaking his head.

“It’s my turn now.” He states as he thrusts into you again, causing a shock-wave of pleasure to be sent through your now overly sensitive body.

“Oh, fuck me” You say softly rolling your head back again.

“With pleasure” you hear him reply before leaning in and sucking on your neck, knowing he would -no doubt- be leaving a mark.

He thrusts hard into you again while using your hips to push your body even closer to his. You feel a new powerful wave of pleasure crash over you with every thrust, and soon enough, you feel yourself begin to ascend again. Luckily, by the sound of Calum’s short breath you know he’s close too. With a few more deep thrusts, you come undone once more, this time pulling his body up to yours and holding him close in your arms as you dig your nails into his back. You moan loudly into the side of his neck, just below his ear so he can hear just what he does to you.

“Fuck.” He breathes as the sound of your second orgasm sets him off, he twitches inside of you, thrusting once more as he reaches his high.

His lips find yours again as he kisses you tiredly with nothing but love and admiration. The two of you drop back down onto the bed and he holds you softly in his arms.

“I love you, Calum” you say softly into his chest, feeling his quick heartbeat under your head.

“More than Luke?” He asks quietly.

You look up to see a slightly insecure look hidden somewhere in his face.

“Babe-“ you start, and sigh deeply before continuing. “ Calum, I love you more than anything-or anyone”. You lean up and kiss him on the nose “And for the record you definitely had it in you.”

He perks up and smirks slightly. “How’re your hips?”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say either pair of heels will match my hips now.” You giggle softly, shaking your head.

“Good.” He leans in and kisses you once again. “So…”

“So, what?” You ask, shooting him a slightly confused look.

“Are going to grab dinner or what? I’m starving.” He jokes with a cheeky smile as you grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it.

#calum x reader #calum hood #calum #calum smut #calum oneshot #oneshot #5sos #5 seconds of summer #ch #writings #5sos oneshot #mine #be nice it's my first oneshot after taking a break #not my gif #calum fic rec

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Normal ~ A.L.

A/n: Ah yes, this is going to be fun.

Request: “...Alec lightwood x male reader. Maybe the reader is mundane and shows Alec what it’s like being human for a day and then Alec shows him what it’s like being a shadow hunter. And maybe the whole time Alec is like o my word I love this kid...” by anon

Word Count: 5100+ (this is why it took me so long CHRIST I’m sorry)

MASTERLIST

You know, the thing that kept Mundanes seeing into the world of the Shadowhunters was a funny thing. It was supposed to always work, blocking humans from seeing monsters and those that hunted monsters. The problem was, nothing was perfect. Everyone made mistakes. Everything glitched from time to time.

I guess you could call Y/n a glitch.

The thing that kept humans from seeing things they shouldn't? It didn't work for Y/n.

When Y/n had first been seen facing down a vampire, it had seemed a little odd. The woman the vamp was going after seemed miffed that some dude was cutting in on her date, and everyone was confused. When they had killed the thing and Y/n had thanked them afterward, they'd all assumed he might have been like Clary - unaware of his Shadowhunter background somehow. But he had assured them he was human, and had proved it. Thankfully, since the plan had been to use a rune on him and if they had, he would have absolutely died.

Y/n was just immune to the magic that should have kept him far out of the knowing of what was really going on in the shadows of his town. Which left him unable to do anything, other than gather information and share it when he could. Y/n had no magic and no way to fight when he had no training or run protections, but he did have a talent for tricking monsters with their one weakness. He was human, and they were hungry.

Long story short: Y/n was really good at being bait, and he didn't mind it either.

Alec minded it a lot.

The two boys had gotten close pretty quickly. Alec refused to admit it, but Y/n was pretty charming. He had a nice smile and a contagious laugh, and a sort of lightness about him that was incredibly refreshing. It wasn't that he was untouched by darkness, or that he was fresh and innocent and waiting to be destroyed, like they all were before their line of living had ruined them. Y/n had been aware of monsters all his life, and being surrounded by people who could not see what he could see had landed him in either very near death situations, or mental hospitals a few times before he'd learned how to lie. He'd even been medicated really heavily a few times, but when that had done nothing, Y/n had come to terms that there was something going on that other people couldn't see. He had been in this business for a very long. No, Y/n was just the kind of person that refused to lose that inner child. He was soft and strong, and could make anyone smile and any situation bearable.

The way he made life so much more beautiful drew Alec in so aggressively, the Lightwood boy lost his breath every time.

Y/n was good at getting along with everyone else too. He wasn't good at much other than writing, leaving him to connect with Clary because of the similar vibes of their childhood, as well as their mutual passion for art. He and Simon bonded over poetry as well. Izzy enjoyed having someone who could keep up with her flirting, without it meaning anything or leading to something neither of them wanted. Even Jace was enjoying Y/n's presence when he proved that despite his lack of an ability to fight monsters and the such, Y/n WAS well trained in self defense. The two sparred while Y/n cracked jokes and made Jace laugh. Yeah, the blonde and brooding Jace was actually LAUGHING.

Having Y/n around was very refreshing.

So they all missed him a lot when he wasn't around.

Y/n attended college to chase am Arts History degree, and worked two jobs to keep himself afloat. The day Alec got permission to let Y/n move into the Institute was a great day for everyone. Now he was around a lot more- especially because now that he didn't have to pay rent, he could quit one of his jobs. In his free time, Y/n spent cleaning gear and learning how to hone his lame cooking skills. He wasn't great, but he was better than Izzy and was usually the only one with the energy to try it at the end of the day. When Hodge... went rogue, Y/n took charge of keeping up the Garden and learning all he could about how this world worked so he could take care of things and keep everything running smoothly. This left him spending most of his time in the library, reading up on history books.

One day though, Y/n needed Alec's help. Tensions between the two boys had risen almost to over spilling, but every time Y/n thought they were going somewhere, Alec stepped back. Y/n respected the boy's hesitance and never pushed, but the dragging was getting to everyone else. Izzy especially, who wanted the coolest mundane ever to get with her brother.

That wasn't why Y/n was bothering Alec now though. "Hey can I clean the glowing weapons things, or like... will those kill me?"

Alec couldn't help slip a small smile when he heard Y/n's voice. He turned around to see the boy coming in, a huge book in his hand but a confused look on his face. "Please tell me you're not talking about Seraph Blades."

"Those are the ones," Y/n confirmed without hesitation.

Alec shifted, raising an eyebrow. "They're just... fire."

"Well yes," Y/n drawled, rolling his eyes. "But the tubes. I mean, when they deactivate there's still something there, right? Doesn't that get covered in blood and stuff? Won't it getting all icky mess with the magic? And I've never seen any of them dirty. So do you guys have to clean them, or can I?"

That was very confusing to Alec. "Okay hold on. Have you never seen us kill a demon before?"

Y/n got rather sheepish then. "In my defense, I usually get in the way if I help, so I run unless there's someone in immediate danger. The last time, when I tried to help that girl, I almost got her, myself, AND Jace killed.

Alec flinched at the memory. "Jace is an idiot. Him jumping in when he did was his own fault."

"Wouldn't have been necessary if I wasn't provoking a damn vampire," Y/n mumbled.

"That girl probably would have died if you hadn't. We couldn't have attacked him with her there without chancing hurting her, or exposing ourselves. You saved her." Alec was ready to argue this, far too used to Jace's tendency to see the worst in himself despite the fact that he was actively a hero.

Y/n had to relent. "Fine, whatever. So, the blade?"

"Demons don't bleed," Alec explained. "They... well, it depends on the demons actually. Some turn to dust, or explode into fire. Some just kind of fade away. No need to clean blood off our weapons."

Y/n nodded, but obviously had a follow up question, so Alec waited for him to ask it. "Doesn't the dust get on your clothes? Does the fire ever burn you? Perhaps I should pick up some medical skills as well in case you guys come home hurt. Might make me more useful."

Alec rolled his eyes this time. "If you're seriously stuck on the idea of running this place instead of going out there and working in an art museum like you told Clary is your dream job, I won't stop you. That's not my decision to make." Y/n blushed, but Alec pretended not to see it. "However, if you're going to be one of us there are things you have to understand." He hesitated. "I want you to follow us around me around sometime. I can show you what it's like to be a Shadowhunter. You can even come on a mission if you want, but I want you to stay FAR out of danger, do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Y/n was grinning, and between that and what he had said, Alec felt his chest heat up with a weird emotion he refused to address. "When do we start?"

A soft chuckle came from Alec then. "How about tomorrow? I'll wake you up bright and early, so be prepared."

Y/n nodded eagerly, already walking backward - presumably to return the book so he could head to bed. "Great! See you tomorrow, Alec!" He turned around and jogged away then.

Alec couldn't help himself but appreciate the view as Y/n retreated down the hall. He heard someone clear their throat and looked over to see Clary, whose smirk was so wide it wiped the smile off of Alec's face. He turned away from her and moved toward his own room. What had he gotten himself into?

-

When Alec got to Y/n's room that morning, he was expecting to have to wake the other boy up. Unfortunately for him, when he opened the door, Y/n was already awake. And getting dressed. He wore the long, dark pants a lot of the guys around here wore when they weren't in Mundane clothes. He did not, however, have a shirt on. "Oh, good morning Alec," Y/n greeted brightly.

Alec almost exploded right there. Y/n wasn’t especially muscly, but he was rather lean. Y/n did a lot of walking, running, and casual work outs every once in a while before meeting the Shadowhunters. He knew self defense after all, and liked that the occasional work out filled him with energy after a while, even if it tired him out at first. Since joining the Institute though, Jace had enforced a daily workout. Some days Y/n got even more done when the two boys sparred, or when he had to move things around for research (those books were a lot heavier than they looked) or rearranged his room again because he liked to have a new layout every once in a while. Y/n had become the extra pair of hands everyone was excited to have. He was strong enough to spot for a lot of the other Shadowhunters even, leaving him in that comfortable middle between ripped and soft. He had angles and lines, but plenty of soft edges too. He looked like he could pick Alec up and then cuddle him just as easily. It was a body type that looked very good on the boy, and seeing him shirtless did things to Alec that should not have been being done.

It was then that Alec realized Y/n was talking to him. "I'm sorry, what?"

Y/n laughed, shaking his head in amusement. He put a shirt on, leaving Alec wondering if the boy knew what had left Alec so distracted. "I asked you what was first on the agenda today."

"Have you done your morning workout today yet?" Y/n shook his head. "Then that's where we'll start." And they did. Alec pushed himself further usual, and he knew he was doing it to show off to Y/n, but he also knew a little part of him wanted to outshine Y/n too. The boy kept up pretty well, and Alec didn't want to have a Mundane do better than him. After, they got breakfast, parted to shower, and then rejoined again to head to the sparring ring.

"You guys do a lot of training here," Y/n realized aloud.

Thankfully Alec had caught it, because he was super distracted by the way Y/n's wet hair shone under the lighting of the Institute, and the way it made his eyes look brighter. He didn't need to get caught for staring again. "Yeah. It takes up time, but it also keeps us ready for any surprise attacks, and prepared for nighttime hunts." Y/n nodded but didn't say anything else as they reached the rings. Alec grabbed two long staffs, passing one to Y/n as they stepped up to spar. Y/n knew what to do - he did it often with Jace. Alec was sure he'd claim victory over the Mundane.

Which left him rather speechless when Y/n pinned him. They were both out of breath and Y/n loomed over Alec, his feet planted and knees trapping Alec as the end of Y/n's staff rested threateningly against Alec's throat. "You're dead," Y/n joked.

Alec looked at Y/n with new eyes. What was with this guy? Why did Alec have to try so much harder to end up on top? Mundanes were like Clary and Simon, before they'd been trained. Alec could still remember how long both of them had lost time and time again to even the newest and youngest Shadowhunters. How could Y/n win against Alec? "How are you so good at fighting? I thought your thing was writing stories."

Y/n moved back, letting Alec go. He offered a hand and Alec took it. He was once again knocked breathless when Y/n hauled Alec to his feet without seeming to even struggle. "I'm stronger than I look. And... when I was younger, I didn't have shadowhunters and parabatai to have my back. I had to learn how to defend myself. Whether it was running from monsters, or making sure I didn't get pummeled by bigger kids who called me crazy and laughed at me because of the stories I supposedly made up..." He shrugged.

That didn't settle well in Alec's stomach. "I don't think any of us know what it's like to live like that. Clary doesn't remember, and the rest of us grew up with each other. I... I'm sorry, that's terrible."

There was a second when Alec saw the heaviness that Y/n hid so well in the boy's shoulders. Suddenly Alec was stunned by how someone so burdened by pain and sorrow could still radiate so much light and joy and comfort. How did Alec only now know that Y/n was capable of winning against even a well trained Shadowhunter, if he was really trying? Why was it such a shock that someone who grew up with deformed nightmares roaming around, would be able to kick some ass and defend himself? Alec realized then that Y/n made everyone feel safe. Y/n didn't seem able to hurt anyone, even if he wanted to. It made Y/n even more amazing that he was capable of defending someone if he had to, but chose not to in favor of making people feel safe around him. I dare say it made Alec feel even more safe.

Y/n sighed, and the moment passed. He was smiling again and Alec felt his heart swell with a feeling that terrified the dark haired boy. A feeling that also made him feel... really great too. "So what's next on the agenda, Lightwood?" "Jace will have our goal for tonight. Come on." Alec lead the way as they both headed to where Jace was. Alec explained the situation, and with Y/n's assurance he'd be plenty safe, Jace agreed. Y/n had been around a lot, and Alec was right - if he was up keeping the place, he had to know what being a Shadowhunter was actually like. After that had been settled, the trio headed to track down Izzy and Clary for the mission tonight.

"First thing first, Y/n's joining us tonight. He won't be getting involved, and will only be tagging along for educational purposes so he can know what he's dealing with as he gets more involved with how this place work, as well as the people in it," Jace began. Izzy and Clary both nodded, no arguments to be heard. "Okay, now down to business." Long story short, there were two demons who had teamed up and they had to kill it. Usual stuff.

Since when had demons and murder become Y/n's normal? Yikes.

The kill went rather smoothly, just like it was supposed to. It was a nice change from all the odd things that had been rocking everyone's world since Clary, Simon, and Y/n had joined the team. Very good for teaching as well. Y/n stayed back as promised, taking notes mentally and internalizing it. He thought about his thought earlier on how murder and demonic beings had at some point gone from nightmare to reality. Normal, even. For Shadowhunters, there was no shift. They grew up and lived a life where monsters were more than nightmare and you learned to kill from a young age. Perhaps it was fair, since they were bad guys surviving off of killing humans, but still. Alec knew how to kill Y/n. He probably could, if it was required or just if he wanted to. He could do it and he would get away with it too. Shadowhunters leave no trace and no Nephalim was going to care about Y/n being dead.

As the dark thought started to rise, Y/n pushed it down. As much as he seemed a bundle of effortless happiness and light, even he had his moments. He was just better at keeping them in check.

Everyone came home and got ready for bed as Y/n made food. He finished up before anyone came to eat so he killed time by making everyone's plate and putting them on the counter. When he was still alone, he sat on the counter and let himself get lost in thought. Just as he was, Clary popped into the room. "That smells amazing."

Y/n smiled. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells then." They both chuckled as Clary grabbed her plate and began to leave. "Going so soon?"

She nodded. "I have this... it's sort of um..." she seemed to be struggling. "Drawing. Can I show you later?" It was a habit she'd gotten from Y/n, losing her words when she was excited. She had been a little like that before being a Shadowhunter, when it came to art. Y/n fueled it again and set off her fire. She was more into art than ever and Y/n loved to see it, even if it meant one less person at the dinner table.

Y/n had been trying to have family dinners, but most of the time his efforts dissolved. Rarely did he get everyone. Usually he only managed to wrangle a few, and sometimes he ate alone. When a Clary left, it wasn't long before Simon and Izzy meandered in, lost in conversation about something. Y/n wasn't totally listening, as they were obviously midconversation and Y/n was lost as to what they‘d said up until now. They each grabbed a plate and headed out. Y/n sighed and watched them, but still said nothing.

Jace came next. "What did you think about the fight tonight?"

Y/n jumped and then chuckled. Jace gave a sort of guilty look. The blonde tended to hide his emotions, but when it came to Y/n he was always sorry to disturb the boy. Y/n had just seemed very pensive - nearly sad - and Jace hated the expression on Y/n's face. He was too used to the others who were trained to notice other people in the room even if they were quiet.

Quickly composing himself again, Y/n responded. "It was... cool, I guess. You guys are incredibly talented and there's something aesthetic about watching demons vaporize. It gave me a lot to think about."

"Like what?" Have asked, eyebrow cocked.

For a second Y/n hesitated but then Jace doned a prying look and Y/n was a terrible liar so he gave in. "You guys don't know what it's like to be human." Jace's expression darkened and Y/n flinched. "I mean, you have this angel blood that puts you above everyone else. You slay demons and purify the world and handle the boosting power of runes that any other creature would be destroyed by. You know what it's like to be angel. Except maybe the flying." The joke lifted Jace's mood a little. "But you don't know what it's like to... I mean, you're half human. But I can't imagine  any of you getting jobs or going to high school. Being vulnerable without the protection of your runes and the insane immunity they grant you. I mean- like earlier, I realized that Alec could one hundred percent kill me if he wanted to, and he would get away with it. No human would know, and no Nephilim would care so-"

"Clary, Izzy, and I would care." Jace seemed to have not meant to say it out loud. But he had and it stopped Y/n short.

He felt cared for and it made him uncomfortable. Jace could sense that. "Well that's... not the point." He blushed. "But thank you."

Jace nodded, then moved on to spare Y/n. The other boy obviously wasn't used to having people care about him. It made Jace remember that Y/n's life had been really hard. Y/n had spent almost all his life alone. Sometimes it was easy to forget with how kind and loving Y/n was. He was used to taking care of other people but being taken care of? Yikes. "Does it bother you?"

Y/n immediately shook his head. "Not at all. I don't feel in danger, at least. I trust all of you guys and know that none of you want to kill me. It does bother me though that you don't get to experience that normalcy. I mean does anyone here bake just for fun? Or have hobbies outside killing literal demons?" Jace went to speak but Y/n cut him off. "Clary doesn't count, she wasn't raised a Shadowhunter." Jace's mouth closed and Y/n sighed. "I just wish more... safe things for you guys. More fun and laughing and loving and less sneaking around in the shadows and killing. Thinking like that all the time... living a life where you only survive and hide and kill. I can't imagine it does good things for your mental health."

"I'm in perfect health," Jace reassured Y/n.

Y/n rolled his eyes. "No you're-" He stopped, shaking his head. He hesitated, perking up when an idea occurred to him. "What if I incorporated a little humanity into how we run things here? We can have like arts and crafts rooms and encourage people to utilize the library and the garden for things other than just necessities. I can enforce family dinners and we can congregate and have awkward family dinner discussions like normal people."

Jace smiled. "That sounds really nice actually."

That encouraged Y/n a lot. "Perfect, I'll start tomorrow."

"Start what?" Two sets of eyes turned to see Alec coming in the room. His eyes lingered on Jace, who seemed to be light on fire by the eye contact, as he was instantly on his feet, grabbing his plate, and heading out.

"Y/n can explain. He has a really great idea." He paused, smiling wider. "I'll see you at dinner tomorrow." Then he headed out, leaving behind a grinning Y/n. Alec snagged the last two plates, setting one by Y/n and the other on the counter next to him. He then pulled up a chair, turning it backward so the back of the chair was against his chest as he sat down, beginning to eat on the counter rather than the table to keep Y/n company. "What was that?"

Another idea hit Y/n then. "I'm going to bring some goddamn humanity to this Institute. You're all half human and you act like that's a bad thing or something! I'll start with a crafting room, and then using the garden and library for fun stuff instead of just what we need. We'll have a calendar with birthdays and celebrate each one with a proper little get together. AND, we're having family dinners from here on. Spread the word."

The authority in Y/n's tone took Alec off guard. "Will do." He found himself smiling a little. "I show you what it's like to be a Shadowhunter and you took from it that we need to be more human?"

Y/n mulled that over for a second, rather than letting it go as the joke Alec had intended it to be. "I don't want to erase your angel half. I know what you do is important, and that you guys save people and stuff. But even though you do good things for others, none of you do anything for yourselves. Self care isn't just staying in shape and getting food and sleep and healing yourselves when you get hurt. Do you have any hobbies other than fighting, Alec?" The Lightwood boy considered before conceding that Y/n had a point. "You showed me how to be a Shadowhunter. Now let me show you what it's like to be human." Alec's smile grew. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Y/n agreed.

-

The day started the same, with Y/n respecting that Alec still had a routine and also that said routine was one some people carried as well. The waking up early and doing a morning workout, more than the killing demons and keeping vampires, werewolves, and fairies in check, but still.

Next, Y/n pulled him over to his laptop where he was going to online school. As Y/n worked, he answered questions about high school and even middle school. The more he talked the more Alec's face twisted in a bitter expression, like he'd bit into a lemon. Y/n busted up laughing when he got to math and Alec moved away from the screen as if it had offended him. "Not as glamorous as kicking ass and taking names and saving lives and shit, but it's cool. I guess."

Alec shook his head. "Is this... necessary?"

"I wouldn't go that far," Y/n snorted. "Do you use math like this? Ever?" Alec shook his head no. "And you're far more productive than most people who graduate college- and debt free!"

There was a moment where Alec seemed speechless. When he spoke again, it was slow. "This is kind of nice though. Easier to.. handle." He eyed the math page again. "No, I take that back. This is much scarier."

Y/n laughed at that. "Less deadly though. I get it." Alec smiled at him. It was so small it practically wasn't there, but it was, and it was sweet.

After a while, Y/n put his homework away. "That's not due for a while. Having to balance the human world and the shadow world was difficult at first so one night I pulled an all nighter and got weeks ahead on homework. My teachers were a little miffed since thy hadn't taught me the material yet, but easy ones like English were easy to swallow. Just, read a book and write an essay. You know?" Alec did nod knowingly at that. "My point is, we've had enough of this and don't have to finish it for tonight, so now is a good time for a break." He hummed to himself, thinking. "Do you guys have a TV here?" Alec rose his eyebrows. "That's what I thought. Come on we're going to go to my place."

So they did.

Alec had never been to Y/n's apartment before. Y/n had been clearing it out slowly, but there were still some thing here. Things that he couldn't take with him to the institute. Things like the fridge and the big furniture and, yes, the TV. It wasn't that he couldn't fit his bed and couches in the Institute, it was just that it would make it official if he did, and things still seemed to be up in the air for him.

"It's nice." It was perfectly clean and bright. The curtains were drawn to let the sun in and the walls were painted a light baby blue. The whole place made Alec relax his body. He sat on the very comfy couch and practically melted. There was just a sort of ambiance here that gave Alec the impression nothing bad could ever happen here. Which went against logic and reason and experience and training... but I guess that programming wasn't enough to fight the way the couch dipping with Y/n's weight, next to Alec, felt like... safety personified.

The two watched a few movies Alec had never seen or even heard of. Halfway through the Lion King, Alec felt his body lean into Y/n's. Without missing a beat Y/n shifted his arm so Alec could lean into in more, even rest his head on the other man's chest. Every time Y/n moved or laughed or spoke Alec didn't just hear it. He felt it. It was amazing.

All too soon, the sun was down and it was nighttime. "Do you want to watch another one, or should you be heading to bed soon?"

Surprise overtook Alec when he realized what time it was. His body was completely undone and his heart rate had evened out. He'd never been this calm in his life. "I'm surprised Jace hasn't come hunting me down."

That made Y/n smile. "I told him the plan for today. Told him that I was commandeering you and if he showed up to steal you tonight I'd kick his ass personally. I may be a Mundane but that won't stop me from finding a way to knock the blonde out of his hair." A jerking laugh bubbled from Alec then at the mental image of Y/n doing such a thing. "Yeah," Y/n agreed, chuckling along. "Took some convincing to get them to all take the night off. Jace argued, but as much as saving people is important, taking care of yourselves is just as important. And after you showed me what you guys do every single day... Holy shit."

Weird feelings began to twist in Alec's stomach. He could lie very well, about a lot of things. He could lie so convincingly that Jace would back off, and Izzy would let it go. He could lie to his mother to meet her ever demanding expectations. Unfortunately, he could only lie to himself for so long until his realist side kicked in and demanded him to accept what was.

He was in love with Y/n.

Well, shit.

"What are you thinking about over there?"

Alec felt his stomach flip. Double shit.

"Just... uh." He flinched at his sudden awkwardness. Y/n frowned, noticing it since they were so close. "I just want to thank you. The way you've thrown yourself into our lives and way of living and have done your best to keep everything going and then improve upon it? It's amazing. You work really hard to make life better for us."

Y/n swallowed, his face relaxed but his eyes intense. There was something in those eyes that was begging to be seen and known, but Alec was too scared to acknowledge it. What if Y/n could see through him and wanted to just be friends? What if Y/n was trying to be polite? But if that was the case, wouldn't he have pushed Alec away? Why was he pulling him closer?

Then they were kissing and it was all because of Y/n and Alec didn't have any doubts anymore.

When they parted again, Alec's mind was racing and Y/n's voice was soft. "I'll always be here Alec. All I want to do is make your life better and easier and more pleasant. You deserve it."

This time Alec kissed Y/n, and it lasted much longer and was much more intense. When they parted for the second time, Alec whispered, "Will you move in for real? I want you around all the time. I want you close and safe and I don't want you to go anywhere else. I don't want you to have to."

Y/n smiled. "Anything for you."

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Male reader tags: @sheepfather​

#alec lightwood #male reader #shadown hunters #x reader #imagine #alec lightwood x reader #alec lightwood imagine #shadow hunters x reader #shadow hunters imagine

[sgstories123]

Plug the Hole

Ling was with her boyfriend Loong and his two friends, Kiat and Seng, at a coffee shop drinking beer. Loong was chatting happily with his two friends while Ling mostly remained silent as she was not so close with Loong’s friends. Loong had recently won quite a bit of money from gambling and he had been spending money quite lavishly. Today, he treated his friends to dinner and drinks. Loong was definitely in a good mood.

As the boys were laughing at some lewd jokes, Loong’s phone lighted up. He picked up his phone and smiled. He was soon immersed in typing messages in his phone and was distracted from most of the conversation with his friends.

Ling watched Loong’s face intently. She knew instinctively who was the person messaging her boyfriend. Whenever Loong has some money, he will somehow be involved with some new girl. It will never last long because Loong will always run out of money and the girl will leave him. By then, Loong will always return to her.

It had happened so many times that Ling had become resigned to the inevitable. This time, Ling guessed it must be the girl who was working as a beer promoter at a coffee shop near her house. Loong had been drinking beer there about a week ago while waiting for Ling. When she came down from her house, she saw Loong chatting amiably with the girl, with his hand rubbing her buttocks. The girl was wearing a tight tube top, exposing her cleavage whenever she bend forwards to pour beer for Loong. She had confronted Loong and he had denied being interested in the beer promoter but she was suspicious as Loong had been frequenting the coffee shop more often than usual. And every time that he was there, he will be chatting with the beer promoter and his hands will be wandering all over her body.

“Who’s that you are messaging?” Ling could not suppressed herself any longer.

Loong ignored her and continued to fiddle with his phone. His smile only grew wider with each message that he sent.

“Who’s that?” Ling persisted.

“Just a friend. Why you so kaypoh?” Loong answered without even looking up.

Kiat and Seng looked at Ling and Loong. They felt awkward as they knew a quarrel between the two was coming.

“Shall we go? I still need to work tomorrow.” Kiat asked, trying to find an exit.

“Loong, can you send me home? I am not feeling well.” Ling tried to break Loong from his phone.

“I am busy. I need to go somewhere. You go home yourself.” Loong replied.

“Where? You not working tomorrow.” Ling demanded.

“I just remembered that one of my friends need some help. Kiat, can you send Ling home in your van?” Loong asked.

“Sure. Ling, we send you home.” Kiat agreed.

“Who is your friend? What does he want you to do?” Ling was insistent.

“It is my friend from the army. You don’t know him. He needs someone to do some work for him and I recommended Loong. I almost forgot about. Loong needs to go and see him. Plug some hole. Put out some fire. Things like that.” Seng smiled knowingly at Loong.

Loong laughed. “Yeah. The person really need my help to plug some hole. Really urgent.”

Ling was not convinced. Were the boys so stupid that they thought she didn’t understand the double-talk?

“I gotta go. Thanks guys for sending Ling home.” Loong got up from the table and turned to leave.

Seng stood up and whispered to Loong. “Tell me all the juicy details later.” Loong laughed again. “Sure, bro.”

Kiat and Ling also stood up and walked with Seng towards the car park where they have parked the van. As they neared the van, Loong passed by on his motorbike and waved goodbye to them.

“Have fun!” Seng shouted at the passing figure.

“Is he supposed to be having fun when he is working?” Ling asked coldly.

“Er…I mean you know Loong. He is always having fun even when he is working.” Seng cursed himself for being stupid. “Here. You want to see in front or in the back?” Thankfully, they reached the van and Seng pulled the side door of the van open.

Ling was upset with Loong. He had left her alone to go to another girl even when she had said that she was not feeling well. This was too much. If he can fuck other girls, she should be allowed to fuck other boys as well. She looked at Kiat and Seng. They were not as cute as Loong but they were not ugly either. Maybe it will be a good revenge if Loong knew that she had fucked two of his best friends.

“I think I want to be at the back of the van.” Ling tried to sound as seductive as possible. “Will you like to join me?” She sat in the van, moving far into the van and lifting her short skirt as high up as possible, revealing her thighs. She opened her legs, revealing her panties to the two boys who now looked confused but could not turn their eyes away from her.

Seng moved into the van and sat beside Ling. “What do you want us to do?” He said softly, his eyes looking all over Ling’s body. For the first time, he was looking at Ling as a sexual object and not as the girlfriend of his best friend.

“I think Loong is having fun with another girl now. So I am thinking why can’t I have fun with another boy? Or maybe two boys?” Ling replied, looking first at Seng and then Kiat. Kiat seems less sure as he was still standing outside the van. Seng, however, seems to be open to the idea.

“How you know Loong is with another girl?” Seng smiled. “We told you he is working, right?”

“You think I stupid? I know Loong. He is always fucking some girl or other. This is not the first time. Tell me, am I pretty? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“You are pretty and anyone with a cock will want to fuck you. Look at your skin. Damn smooth.” Seng cooed while stroking his hand along her legs and thighs. He moved his hands up higher along her inner thighs and pausing momentarily to look at Ling for permission to move further up.

Ling merely closed her eyes. She was determined that she will punish Loong and enjoy herself tonight too. Seng took that as a yes and moved his hands up to Ling’s panties. He found her slit and rubbed it gently through the panties. Ling moaned softly as Seng expertly massaged her. Soon, her juices flowed outwards, making a wet patch on her panties. Seng became braver and pushed his hands into Ling’s panties. When his fingers touched the folds of her vagina, Ling gasped as electricity seemed to flow upwards all along her spine. As she was so wet, Seng’s fingers penetrated her vagina effortlessly. As he fingered her, Seng bend forwards to give Ling a kiss. Ling responded by forcing her tongue into Seng’s mouth. Ling was starting to enjoy herself with Seng.

Seng pulled himself reluctantly from Ling and started removing his clothes. Ling could see that Seng’s penis was already hard and standing erect. She also removed her clothes quickly and laid on her back in the van. Her legs spread open, inviting Seng to fuck her. At this time, she realised that Kiat was still standing outside the van. However, he had unzipped his pants and was stroking his hard cock as he watched the two of them.

“Do you want to join in?” Ling asked, feeling a little sorry for Kiat. Of the two, Kiat was perhaps more of a gentlemen. Or maybe he was just shy.

Kiat did not reply but continued looking at Seng and Ling with a glazed look.

“If you are not joining in, then make yourself useful. Take a video of us fucking. I want to remember tonight.” Ling commanded.

Kiat looked at Seng at this weird request but Seng was too horny to care. He positioned himself in between Ling’s legs and pushed himself into Ling. She gasped at the sudden entry of Seng’s cock into her cunt and was soon moaning in pleasure as Seng started fucking her. Ling opened her eyes and saw that Kiat had now entered the van and was filming Seng fucking her on his mobile phone.

“Let me suck your cock.” Ling managed to mutter to Kiat between Seng’s pumping. Kiat seemed to have lost his reservation and within minutes, he had removed his clothes and had his cock in Ling’s mouth.

Seng pumped harder and faster into Ling and she could feel waves of pleasure hitting her faster and more intensely. “Plug my hole! Put out my fire!” She screamed.

“I am cumming!” Seng groaned. He pulled his cock out, pushed Kiat away and stuffed his cock into Ling’s mouth, emptying his load into her. Ling cleaned his cock with her tongue, sucking and swallowing every drop of his sperm. Satisfied, Seng sat down at Ling’s side in the van, his cock now soft and drained of sperm.

Kiat quickly positioned himself in front of Ling. He plunged his cock into the waiting pussy and started pumping Ling. She turned around and saw that Seng had picked up the phone and continued filming her. Unlike Seng who was totally focused on his cock fucking her cunt, Kiat was a multi-tasker. As he fucked her, he bent forwards, kissing her and licking her nipples. She enjoyed this second session of fucking as pleasure was emanating from many places all at once.

It was not long before Kiat too could not hold back any more. He tried to remove his cock from Ling but Ling gripped him tightly with her legs as she was enjoying herself too much. He had no choice but to ejaculate into her. As Kiat removed his cock from her cunt, Ling could feel his sperm flowing out of her. Kiat did not hesitate in licking Ling’s cunt and sucking his sperm out of her. Ling gasped in pleasure as Kiat continued with his licking.

When Kiat had licked her cleaned, Ling sat up and smiled at the two boys. “Okay. I think you better send me home as you promised. Do me a favour? Send the video to me and Loong? I think you should name the file ‘Plug the Hole’.”

[belovedbangtan]

Dive : Part 3

<Part 1> <Part 2>

Pairings: Jungkook x y/n, Yoongi x oc

Word Count: 3.4k

Description:  Camping with your ex, sounds horrible right? The camping trip was   planned and payed for long before y/n’s shitty boyfriend broke up with   her. Her best friend Abby, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are  there to make sure she has an amazing time. However, sharing a tent with  a smoke show like Jungkook is bound to lead to some complications.

Warnings:Language, Alcohol, alcohol poisoning, nipple play?, little bit of exhibitionism?, So MUCH fluff you might faint.

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The morning arrived quicker than you expected. Cuddling with Jungkook gave you a sense of security that you had never had before. The sun instantly started to heat up the inside of the tent making it nearly impossible to sleep in very long. You throw the blankets off of your body, waking Jungkook in the process. He mimics you in discarding the blankets before he moves over to your side. He sleepily pecks your temple with multiple kisses, making you coo into is arms. He wraps them tightly around you for a moment before you interrupted by the sound of the zipper on your tent.

“Ah! That’s what I’m talking about!” You hear a high-pitched squeal as Abby peaks her head inside the tent. “Get up love birds, were going floating!”

You feel Jungkook’s chest quake as he laughs at how obnoxious her response was, his arms still tight around your body. Finally, you pull yourself away and the sight of him when you turned around was enough to break your heart and set your insides on fire. His full body, from his beautiful toned thighs to perfectly imperfect bed head; on full display for you. His bottom lip jetting out to tell you he didn’t want you to leave, and his puffy eyes signaling that it might take a few more minutes to get him moving. You giggle as his hand around your wrist tightens, he attempts to pull you back to him. Jokes on him because you didn’t really want to leave his side anyway. Smirking as you crawl back over to him, straddling his hips and placing your hands on his tones abs.

His eyes instantly pop open, he’s awake now. He slowly sits up to meet you, his hands finding your hips. His fingers slowly glide on the skin beneath the long t-shirt you were wearing. While his lips find your neck, leaving soft and lazy kisses all the way up your jawline.

“Don’t make me come in there!” Jimin screams from what seems like only a few feet away. Jungkook laughs silently before leaving one last kiss to your jawbone. You slide off of him, grabbing your bag full of clothes. You turn away from each other while he puts on his swimming trunks and you put your bathing suit and a pair of jean shorts. You throw a hat over your hair to hide the bed head you were sporting. There wasn’t really a point to try hard since you would be floating down a river all day.

Once you’re finally out of the tent, everyone is packing up their coolers to head to the river. We get in a bus that the campsite provides, and they drop us off at a starting point in the river. We float five miles until we reach the ending point, and the bus picks us back up to return to the camping grounds. Floating was always one of your favorite things to do with your family each summer. It was basically just you, an innertube, and a lot of alcohol.

Some of the groups rented a raft, and some of the guys chose to canoe. Your group decided that inner tubing was the way to go. Yoongi brought rope to tie all of the innertubes together, along with the innertube that held the cooler. You flopped into the tube laying back, while the boys pushed you off of the bank into the flowing river. The sun was out, and the day was absolutely beautiful. The bus driver from the campgrounds mentioned that a storm was coming in so we needed to be at the stopping point before it got bad. You figured you might as well get drunk now since you’ll most likely be stuck in your tent later on. To be honest it excited you thinking about getting to spend more time alone with Jungkook, and you hoped that’s how it played out.

You’re about a mile in and a few beers down, when you feel his fingers lacing with yours. You look up and he’s fully immersed in a conversation with Yoongi. It makes your heart skip a beat knowing that even while he’s distracted, he’s pulled to you. When Abby pulled Yoongi away to talk, Jungkook turned around, resting his head on your innertube.

“How’s it going gorgeous?” he asked softly.

“Oh you know, kind of buzzed and its only noon,” you lower your glasses to let him see your eyes, as you lift your beer to your lips.

He smirked at you and followed your lead, drinking his beer too. Getting drunk while you’re in water is always a dangerous game. Sometimes you can’t really feel the effects until you’ve been out of the water for a while. Simply put, you can really fuck yourself up if you don’t watch yourself. Taehyung opens the cooler and pulls out a bag of homemade Jello shots. Jungkook grabs one for you and brings it over.

He loosens the Jello from the container, “Open up,” you listen as he lets it plop into your mouth. You’re face scrunches in disgust, nearly making him choke on his own shot at he tries to control his laughter. Of course, Tae would use way too much booze in the recipe.

“Tae, these are so strong!” you whine as you force it down your throat feeling the sting of the Vodka.

“No shit, I’m trying to get drunk love. “He rolls his eyes at you, how dare I complain. You start to laugh, as he throws you another one, “Stop complaining and drink!”

You regret it as soon as it hits your tongue, swallowing quickly so you can wash down with your beer. You look over as you feel his eyes on you, he’s biting the inside of his cheek with a smirk. You know something is stirring in that brain of his, and you really want to know what it is.

One of the other groups finds a bank eventually and everyone pulls off to eat, and drink more. Some of them switching around in the canoes and rafts. You pull your tube to the rough sand, making sure it wont float away. You stand up, and your instantly hit with all of the alcohol you’ve drank so far. It wasn’t enough to make you stop drinking, but you knew you needed to eat something. Before you can find what cooler the food is in, you feel yourself being tugged away. He pulls you into the water deep enough so that no one can see our bodies, just your shoulders and head.

“There’s no current here, so we can swim.” He explains as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into him. You voluntarily put your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“You wanted to swim, yeah?” you giggle sarcastically

“Maybe I just wanted an excuse,” He starts as he pulls you in closer to him, lifting his hand to push some of your hair from your face, “to feel you again.” He shrugs.

He sighs, “You know, you’re really fucking killing me. I just want to rip your suit off.” He looks down biting his lip. Your eyes widen, and you look to see if anyone is watching you. When you realize no one is, and you’re far enough out, you slowly start to kiss his neck.

“y/n, baby,” He groans you giggle quietly continuing your attack. You decide to lean back in his grip, to pull your swimsuit top to the side. Your nipples hard from the cold water, he practically starts to drool. You know that no one can see what’s going on but the fact that you could get caught makes you feel so naughty. He brings one of his hands around to feel, taking your nipple in between his fingers tugging gently. You let out a soft moan before readjusting your top.

“As much as I appreciated that, it did not help my current situation.” He pouts, but all you can do is laugh. He starts to dip your head back into the water, leaving kisses on your collar bone each time you do. You loved how touchy he was with you; however, it was making it extremely hard to take things slow with him. After a few more minutes, you’re being called to the bank to start floating again.

The day was honestly picture perfect. You didn’t even realize that Ben was there, and it felt so amazing. Tae, Jimin, and Yoongi were way too drunk already, but that made for the best entertainment. Jungkook wasn’t nearly as drunk but you could tell he was tipsy, by the how clingy he was. Perhaps your earlier shenanigans didn’t help, since that he couldn’t stop touching you. Yoongi decided to tell you that Jungkook has never been this clingy to someone this quick. You know that you should be excited to hear those words, but your brain starts to panic wondering if things are going too fast. Abby, of course was eavesdropping on the convo and tried to calm your nerves but telling you not to over think it. You were the queen of overthinking, it was definitely easier said than done.

“Look, do you like him?” Yoongi said matter-of-fact.

“I mean, I do… but I ju-“He cuts you off instantly.

“No, none of that. If you like him and he likes you then that’s that. You know? That’s life. Maybe you guys won’t be together, maybe you will, maybe you’ll break up, maybe you’ll get married.” Your eyes widen at the words and he sighs, “The point is, you can play the maybe game all day, but don’t let it get in the way of something real.”

You nod in agreement. Yoongi was quite possibly a genius and of course he was right. You glance over at the Jungkook while he sings loudly with Tae and Jimin and you know that regardless of how scary the thought of someone like him was, there was absolutely no way you could deny the way he made you feel inside. The chemistry was undeniable, and unlike anything you had ever experienced.

With two miles left in the float, there was a massive cliff that was known for being jumped off of. Abby told you about how everyone would do it every year. You were excited about it until you saw it with your own eyes. It was massive, and you couldn’t even see how to get on top.

One raft pulled to the side and started to walk up to the top of the cliff. The trail was set, but it still looked incredibly dangerous. The guys in the group were helping the girls, which instantly discouraged you. When they finally got the top, you could see the pure fear in a few of their eyes. Within seconds one of the boys was running off the edge and into the deep water beneath it. The gasp that came from your throat each time someone decided to jump was involuntary. Jungkook thought it was cute though, peaking over at you each time it happened to watch your expression.

“You wanna come jump with us? Yoongi is gonna watch the tubes,” He asks already anticipating a strong ‘fuck that’ from your lips.

You watch the girl jump and come up from the water, she looked so thrilled. You wanted to feel that. A rush of adrenaline was exactly what you needed. You looked over at Jungkook and it makes your chest tingle when you feel like no matter what he’ll take care of you.

“Yeah, lets do it.” You respond quietly. His eyebrows raise and his smile stretches across his face, “Hell yeah, lets go!”

Jimin and Taehyung start to head up first with Abby. You start to follow them with Jungkook leading you by walking backwards, you giggle as he watches your every step.

“I’m good, Kook.” You look up at him, but he shakes his head. He doesn’t care how confident you are he’s not chancing it. When you finally get to the top its flat, but its so high. You take a deep breath as you look over the edge carefully. Taehyung pulls a bottle of Soju out of nowhere and starts to chug it, “It’s a tradition every year, you have to take a shot before you jump!” He explains before passing the bottle to Jimin, who passes it to Abby. She passes it to Jungkook and he tilts his head back downing the harsh liquid before holding it over you mouth. You open without thinking, he started to pour it in until its overflowing.

“Now we jump!” Jimin yells taking Tae and Abby’s hand. They scream as they run off of the edge before plummeting into the dark water below. You exhale the breath you had been holding when you see all of their happy faces pop out of the water.

You feel his arms around your waist, you didn’t realize how bad you were shaking.

“If you want to go back down, we can.” He mumbles, as you turn in his arms to look at him. He subtly tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. You shake your head no; you want to do this.

“We’ll just go on three, okay? Just close your eyes and jump.”

“Fuck its so scary,” you breathe holding his hand as you look over the edge once again.

“The most amazing things in life are. Sometimes you just have to take a breath and dive in, no matter how terrifying it is.” His voice is small, yet warm. You turn into him knowing that his pep talk is referring to more than just jumping off of the cliff. He’s talking about you, and the feelings he has. If you couldn’t breathe before, you definitely couldn’t now.

You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into you, “I think I’m ready,” You whisper just before pressing your lips into his. You feel his lips pull into a smile while he kisses you back. He takes your hand in his and he looks at you once more to make sure you don’t want to change your mind; you nod at him once before looking forward.

You both start running towards the edge when he counts to three, “LETS GET IT!” he screams as you both fall through the summer air and into the icy water. When you surface it takes you a second to grasp your surroundings. When he finds you and pulls you into him, you wonder if that’s all you need in life. You feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he holds your waist, floating in the water. Telling you how amazing you did and making sure you’re okay. Adrenaline had a funny way of making you feel like you were in love. Your head was spinning, and your breath was short. Perhaps it wasn’t adrenaline at all, maybe you were falling hard and fast for him. You held onto him tight, there was no way to stop it now.

Once you get back to the tubes, the others give you both a knowing look. Taehyung pulls out even more Jello shots, and you happily take all of them with out complaining this time. Jimin starts to pass the remainder of beers and shots out, demanding that we finish them before the float ends. The adrenaline and alcohol make you feel drunk, you seem to have a hard time saying no, so you drink everything that’s handed to you.

After what felt like an eternity you finally see the bridge that marked the end of your five-mile float, and the bus that was meant to take you back to the camp ground. As you took your seat on the bus, you feel your legs give out. Your head is spinning in a different way than before. Your limbs are heavy, and you know you’re drunk but it feels like more than that. Jungkook slides in next to you, instantly picking up on how off you are.

“What’s wrong?” He worries as he pulls you into him.

“Don’t feel good.” You answer quietly, your head dropping to his chest. He goes to get up but you pull on his shirt, “Don’t go, please.” You beg without opening your eyes.

“I’m not leaving, baby.” He coos as he runs his hand up and down your spine. He quietly asks Abby to grab one of the plastic bags in the front of the bus in case you needed to get sick. Despite the awful feeling in your stomach, having him next to you gave you a sense of security.

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You don’t know how, but when your eyes open, you’re lying in your shared tent. You look around you but you’re alone, and you still feel awful. Then you realize why you woke up; your stomach is turning and you have that familiar feeling in your chest and you know you’re about to throw up. You shuffle to your feet, unzipping the tent as fast as you could running to edge of the woods. You buckle to your knees, jumping when you feel your hair being pulled back for you.

Jungkook knelt beside you, while you threw up an absurd amount of booze. Once you were done he handed you a bottled water. You stood up with wobbly knees, walking back to the tent.

“Feel any better?” He asks quietly, sitting down next to you.

Lay back and you put your hands over your face, “A little.”

“You need to eat something, y/n” He grabs your hand and you look down to see a sandwich with chips on a plate, “Please.”

You sit up slowly knowing that you were genuinely worrying him, and suddenly realizing that you hadn’t eaten at all that day. You take the plate and you start to eat it in small bites. You ask him for the time and when he tells you its only 3 pm your eyes widen. You started the float so early, but there was no way to keep track of time on them. You wondered if you would be able to rally for the rest of the night. Jungkook makes you drink at least three bottles of water before he’s satisfied. The Advil he gave you with your food is helping slowly. You lay back on the mattress, and he lays next to you.

“You scared me,” He whispers, making you turn to look at him.

“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot for not eating,” You mumble turning on your side to be face to face with him, “thank you for taking care of me.”

He smiles and nods, “It’s impossible not to,” He explained and you swoon as usual. Mostly because you could feel how true it was. Ever since you had made a connection with him, he was always looking out for you, taking care of you.

Abby peaks her head in to tell you that she and the boys were going to play drinking games in her tent since the storm was coming in soon. You instantly want to vomit again at the mention of drinking or smelling anymore alcohol.

“Kookie, you can go. Im still really tired.”

“I’m good here.” He says not moving a muscle, “Do you want to change into something comfy?”

You take a deep breath knowing how good it will feel once you have his big t-shirt on instead of this uncomfortable swimsuit and jean shorts. Swinging your legs over the side of the mattress you groan as you start to get up. He pulls you back to the mattress telling you to lay back down. He started to sift through your bag and you watch, “Can I wear your shirt again?” You whine. He has to chuckle at you and how needy you get, its possibly one of the cutest things about you.

“You want my shirt, Princess?” He hovers over you. You nod with big pleading eyes, for whatever reason you think it will make you feel better. He takes your hands pulling you so that you’re sitting up. He slowly starts to untie the top of your swim top, then part around your back. He slides it off, before taking the shirt off of his back to slide it onto your body. You lay back, watching him as he starts to unbuckle your shorts pulling them off of your legs.

He laughs to himself when he sees how red your cheeks are, laying down next to you before pulling you on top of him. Your head fits perfectly in the spot in between in chin and his chest.

“Go ahead baby, I’ll be here.” He says quietly and that’s all you need to drift away again.

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Different This Year - Brain & Chirithy

I know this is like 2 months late, but I finally got the green light to post my “Hearts for the Holidays” zine piece! So tada! 

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               Perched atop slippery shingles sits a silver spirit watching over the gaggle of youth enjoying a rare moment of peace—well, almost peace. No blissful silence is had with all their hoots and hollers; there is calm in Daybreak Town, but by no means are the Union leaders taking it easy. 

               Today’s almost as sunny as a summer day but, unlike the warm season, it’s frigid outside. The days before brought clouds and the clouds brought the signature of winter: snow. It’s finally let up enough to allow wielders to awe at the beauty. Heaps and heaps of glittering powder blankets the world, hiding away the impurities of the town under the veil of a winter wonderland. Everyone is out and about enjoying this chilly setting: shopping, meeting up with friends, and getting into all sorts of shenanigans in the snowfall. The eager leaders are participating in that last one.

               Ephemer, Skuld, Ven, Brain, and Lauriam had ventured out of the clock tower, dragging a random assortment of objects behind them. Only after following their key bearer did this hat-wearing Chirithy discover that the troop was going sledding. It’s not that Chirithy didn’t know what sledding was, but this is the first time Brain has had any friends to go with. 

               So now, the dream eater watches on as the youthful humans run up the slope and fly back down, hopefully without crashing into each other—though that one run where Skuld mowed down Ventus was pretty funny. Most importantly, Brain is smiling and genuinely enjoying himself. 

               Apprehension leaps into the feline’s chest when Lauriam points right at them, revealing their presence to their wielder. The Chirithy wasn’t exactly hiding, but they weren’t expecting to be called out either.

               Brain waves a hand over his head. “Hey Chi-chi!” A second gesture beckons the spirit to join him.

               The thing about Brain is that he only recently began to treat his guide as an ally rather than a possession. Being chosen as a Union leader has so far proven a great benefit for the young man in teaching him about friendship. This new desire to buddy-up to Chirithy has flustered his little prickly pal though. 

               Nervous, Chi-chi poofs, appearing beside the key bearer in another cloud.

               “What’s with all the spying, partner?”

               “I wasn’t spying,” the cat protests. 

               That smirk makes the spirit suspicious. “Sure sure. If you wanted to join, all you had to do was ask.”

               “Join?”

               “Yep.” A few steps away, the man plops down into a plastic toboggan and extends an arm to his companion. “Let’s go.”

               Little arms fold with a huff. “No.”

               “Don’t be a stick in the mud, Chi-chi. Come on.” There’s hesitation and this time, Brain is almost chastising when he calls, “Chi-chi.”

               “Alright! Fine!” The grump of a feline totters towards the wielder. Before they can sit down, their hat suddenly goes missing. “Hey!”

               Lauriam smiles down at them. “You don’t want it getting run over and ruined, do you?”

               Reluctantly, Chi-chi lets it go and carefully climbs into the sled.

               With a clear smile in his voice, Brain asks, “Ready?”

               From the rooftops, this hill doesn’t seem all that significant. However, from the top of the hill, sitting in a flimsy piece of plastic, as a very short creature, this is starting to seem like a bad idea.

               “Not really,” comes the timid answer. 

               “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ve got ya.”

               Each lurch forward has little paws clinging tighter and tighter to the legs on either side of them. The tiny heart thumping in their chest might just burst.

               “W-Wait!”

               And then the sled reaches the point of no return. 

               Wind whips at the riders as the snowy terrain flies by. Every bump brings with it the fear of crashing which is only exaggerated by the feeling that this ride will never end. A scream follows them all the way to the bottom, even after the sled creaks to a stop in the snow. 

               “Chi-chi. Chi-chi stop screaming. It’s over.” Jaws snap close and Brain laughs. “See, it wasn’t that bad.”

               Getting over the adrenaline rush, Chi-chi peers up at the young man. Granite eyes gleam like the snow in the sunlight while he wears that smile just for his little guide. They had never celebrated anything before, but if Chi-chi had one wish, this was it: enjoying time with Brain. Folded ears suddenly find it easy to fight off the cold as warm euphoria spreads through the little creature. 

               “Can we go again?”

               “Haha, you sure?” They give an enthusiastic nod. “Alright, but we gotta get back to the top of the hill,” he says, using his glove to ruffle some fur.

               On their trek back up, they hear a cheer.

               “WAAAAAHOOOOOOOO!”

               Speeding down the hill is Ventus, his own spirit flailing their arms in excitement. Brain and Chi-chi wave as they pass and pause to watch their race to the bottom. 

               Brain treats his buddy to another couple rides in the toboggan but by the fourth go, he needs a break from hiking uphill. Chi-chi resorted to popping back up at the top after their second trip, so they can’t really blame the wielder for catching a breather. Still, just standing beside their human and watching the others, especially the other Chirithy, enjoy themselves makes them self-conscious. 

               “Hey.” They glance over to see a Chirithy with a crown of leafy holly berries, Lauriam’s Chirithy. 

               “Uh, hi,” is the uncertain reply. 

               “Do you wanna build a snowman with me?” they ask sweetly. 

               Chi-chi isn’t exactly sure how to respond, but comes off a bit snippier than intended. “No.” In a scramble to backtrack the rude response, they tack on, “I…I don’t know how to build a snowman.”

               This flowery Chirithy gives a giggle. “That’s okay. I’ll show you.”

               Without waiting for an answer, Lauriam’s Chirithy takes Chi-chi by the paw, and pulls them away. The captive glances back at Brain who’s in the middle of a conversation with Lauriam. Surely he’ll come get Chi-chi when he’s ready for another run so there should be no harm in learning to build a snowman. 

               The two wander just a little away and, as the flower cat is showing Chi-chi where to start, another pair of Chirithy—belonging to Skuld and Ephemer—approach to join in on the project. So the four felines get to working on what ends up being snow Chirithy and Chi-chi, even while simply mimicking what the others are doing, is actually enjoying themself. 

               Flower Chirithy waddles closer, placing their sphere on top of Chi-chi’s just as the Chirithy with star earrings pushes their snowball closer. 

               “I like your crown,” they say to Flower Chirithy. 

               “Thank you. I love making them with flowers, but Lauriam and I make these ones every year with his sister.”

               “Really? Skuld and I like to make smores in the fireplace when it gets cold out.”

               The second-tier orb settles on the other base while Scarf Chirithy peeks around. “Me and Ephemer usually build a blanket fort and drink hot chocolate.”

               Flower Chirithy looks to Chi-chi. “Do you and Brain have any traditions?”

               Shrinking internally, the cat in question lets their gaze drop to the blank snowman that suddenly feels like kin. “No. We’ve never celebrated anything together.”

               The trio just stares for a moment. 

               “Never?”

               The scarf Chirithy prods where they probably shouldn’t. “Why not?”

               Bitter cold sinks in just how different Chi-chi’s relationship with Brain is compared to others. The answer comes out barely above a whisper, “Because we aren’t friends.”

               Before Chi-chi can soak in the reality that the only person who should be their friend isn’t, Star Chirithy bluntly declares, “Well that’s just not true.” Chi-chi looks to them with no valid response. “You two looked like you were having so much fun.”

               “That’s right!” adds Flower Chirithy. “Brain was talking about leaving just before you got here.” 

               “Really?” Brain seemed like he was having plenty of fun before he called Chi-chi out for spying. 

               The hopeful, floral Chirithy nods. “Yeah. He was telling Lauriam he was gonna head back to the tower until we told him you were watching.” They rest a paw on Chi-chi’s arm. “He stayed for you.”

               “You really think so?” they say, almost daring to not let themself hope. 

               “Absolutely! Even if you weren’t friends to start with, you’re definitely friends now. And it’s never too late to start traditions with friends.”

               There’s hardly any time to process the information when a voice calls out. “Chi-chi!” Brain is waving the cat closer. “You ready to go again?”

               Elated, spurred by the information the others had given them, the Chirithy runs to him. “Yes!”

               “Looks like we’ll have to wait for the toboggan unless you want to try a different one.”

               They glance around, spotting the large, black object. Climbing into the center of the giant donut full of air, Chi-chi asks, “What’s this one?”

               “That’s an inner tube. Is that the one you wanna try next?”

               “If you’ll go with me.”

               “Of course, I will.”

               “Count us in.” The pair look back to find Ephemer and his companion coming closer. 

               “Even better,” agrees Brain. The two humans lay across the opening in the center, holding onto their respective dream eaters. “Yo, Lauriam, give us a push.”

               Blue eyes roll but he stalks closer. “Everyone ready?” 

               They all confirm and the tube inches closer to the “point of no return” but not quite straight forward, instead going down at an angle. 

               Again, adrenaline rises and cheers fill the air. The inner tube provides a smoother ride but with little control, spinning the riders as they go—it’s a new twist on the fun. That proves true until they get about halfway down the slope. 

               “Uh oh!” Ephemer shouts.

               Brain exclaims, “Oh crap!”

               Oh crap indeed. At the bottom of the hill, Ven and his Chirithy have been piling snow. Well, now the speeding donut is heading straight for that mound.

               “VEEEEEEEN!” everyone yells.

               There’s just enough time for the young blonde to snatch up Chirithy and dive out of the way before the tube hits the jump. All four passengers are sent airborne. For a solid second, there is no up or down and there’s certainly no inner tube. In the next second though, there is definitely a down for Chi-chi lands upside down in the snowdrift. 

               Shock reigns for a moment until a hand pulls Chi-chi out of the bank by the back of their cape.  

               “You alright, partner?” Brain asks in concern. 

               The Chirithy stares at the keyblade wielder who stares back, both ridiculously disheveled and coated in frost. Then, unprompted, the two begin to laugh. Pretty soon, all four toppled riders are laughing, half-buried in powder. Disaster or not, this is the most fun Chi-chi has ever had and it’s made all the better sharing it with Brain. 

               “Are you guys okay?!” Ventus hollers, rushing towards them. He too hits the snow when a snowball explodes in his face. 

               “Oi! You! What do you think you’re doing building a ramp?!” Brain scolds, digging his way free. 

               Ven pops back up. “That was for me to use the snowboard on! That’s why I built it over here!”

               Everyone falls silent. In the distance, as in the top of the hill, a cackling can be heard. 

               “LAURIAM!” the boys shout.

               Back up the hill they climb where they spot the mischief maker. The instant he lays eyes on his victims, he nearly doubles over laughing, relying on a sheepish Skuld to remain standing. 

               “Alright, you jerk!” Brain hurls a handful of snow at his friend where it splatters across the guy’s back. The other boys join in chucking snowballs at the offender.

               Eventually the antics settle down and more trips up and down the hill are taken. Time spent with their friends and Chirithy is well enjoyed by the leaders, but one by one, they stop going down the slope. Finally, the last to call it quits is Ven. 

               “You made it!” his Chirithy cheers at the top.

               “Give me a break,” he pants, dropping the snowboard. “Not all of us can poof to the top.” 

               Skuld calls out, “You finally worn out yet?”

               “Yeah. I think I’m done.”

               Lauriam adds, “It’s about time. It’s getting cold.”

               Ephemer chuckles. “Let’s head back. I’m pretty sure we have hot chocolate back at the tower.”

               His Chirithy bounces beside him. “Can we build a fort?!”

               The boy laughs while Skuld’s Chirithy tugs at her sleeve. “And smores?”

               “We’ll have to see what we have in the kitchen,” she answers happily. 

                The gang collects their belongings and starts the journey back to the clock tower, but Chi-chi pauses with some uncertainties. This feels like another moment not to intrude on. 

               Brain looks back. “What are you doin’, Chi-chi? Let’s go before you catch a cold.”

               This time of the year has always proven important to the key kids because of the holidays and, depending on their relationship with their wielder, many Chirithy get to celebrate too. Chi-chi was not one of that privileged group. Brain barely celebrated anything on his own and his Chirithy was unimportant to him until recently. But this year was looking to be different—for both of them. 

               Absolute joy fills their chest to the point they could just pop—but that would be out of character. Even if the man can see right through the façade, Chi-chi is not about to let on just how giddy they are.

               With a huff, Chi-chi toddles after him. “I don’t think Chirithy can get colds,” they say matter-of-factly.

               “Yeah, yeah,” Brain laughs, dropping a familiar hat over the dream eater’s ears. “Whatever you say, partner.”

#hearts for the holidays #zine feat nova #kh zine #chirithy #brain #kh brain

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Hell to Pay: Part Forty-Eight

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XVIIII, XXX, XXXI, XXXII, XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII, XXXIX, XL, XLI, XLII, XLIII, XLIV, XLV, XLVI, XLVII

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

A/N: warnings for smut. this was supposed to be a fluffy chapter :( it is fluff lite(Tm)

In the past two weeks Lev had gotten strong enough that Ash had let him out of bed. After Nik slathered Lev in sunscreen, Lev was allowed to float in the pool, hanging onto an innertube and kicking his feet lightly. Nik was treading water in front of him, so Lev leaned forward until he could pull nik close enough to kiss.

Swimming would be good exercise without wearing him out. The last time he’d pushed himself too far, his fever had risen again. No one had been happy with him about that. It’d taken days before they let him do anything again.

“Hi,” Lev said after the kiss, tracing Nik’s cheek lightly.

Nik’s smile was lopsided. “Hi.”

Lev flicked some water in Nik’s face. “I missed your smile,” Lev said, resting his cheek on the inner tube.

“I smile all the time,” Nik replied, splashing Lev back gently.

“Not really,” Lev said thoughtfully. “Not real ones. And not lately.”

Nik wrinkled his nose. “You’re a buzzkill.”

“I know,” Lev said solemnly. “It’s my job.” After a heartbeat, he tugged on Nik’s hair, flattening it. “How’s Amara?” He asked eventually. “You went to see her a few weeks ago, right? Before I got sick?”

“Last I heard she was trying to get pregnant,” Nik informed him.

Lev blinked. “Has she thought that through?” He said after a heartbeat. The words were hard, and guilt ate at him for even saying it. It- it was jealousy, and he knew it.

Nik shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s Amara. She joked about being Cin’s housewife, but who knows.”

“Yeah,” Lev muttered. He stroked Nik's hair lightly. “I wouldn’t think Cin would get behind that.”

“Well, I think for once he’s going to have to be on top.”

“Ew. I don’t wanna know about her sex life,” Lev whined, pushing at Nik’s head in a weak attempt to shove it underwater.

“You dunk like a two year old.”

“I have noodle arms,” Lev complained. “Cooked noodle arms.”

Nik patted his cheek. “You poor, pasty boy.”

Lev hummed. “You went into this knowing I was soft.” He snagged Nik’s hand and kissed the palm. “I’m fine being noodly for now. I’m safe with you, and my magic is stronger than ever.”

Nik hesitated, just a little. “Good.”

“See?” Lev pulled shadows together until he had a flower, which he tucked behind Nik’s ear.

Once again, Nik wrinkled his nose. “That’s gay.”

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m gay, Nik.” Lev tugged on Nik’s hair sharply. “Very gay. And I love you.”

Nik pecked him on the lips. “I know.”

Not the answer Lev wanted, but he wasn’t going to push Nik. Instead he closed his eyes and hummed instead. “How long do you think we have until Cameron needs to feed us?”

The weight of Nik’s chin on his arm was comforting. “About an hour, give or take.”

Lev nodded. “I don’t think I’ll last that long,” he admitted. “I’m getting tired.”

Nik dunked under the water, slicking his hair back as he popped back up. “Then we should probably head inside.”

“Noooo,” Lev whined. “I don’t wanna be inside. I’ve been inside for weeks.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

Lev blinked at him. “Uh. Move on the innertube so I don’t have to use energy to stay afloat?” He flushed. “It’s pathetic just hanging off a floatie for an hour made me so tired, but-” He sighed, and then closed his eyes.

Nik pushed Lev over to the steps. “Well, hop-to.”

Lev wiggled out of the inner tube, and flopped back down in it, laying across it instead. “There. Hopped.”

Nik towed him back to the deeper end. Lev hummed again, flopping a hand around until Nik took it. A low purr built in the back of his throat. He was content to lay there until Cameron came to get them.

---

Amara poked halfheartedly at the pot of noodles. “How do you know when the noodles are done again?” She complained.

Ash looked in the pot, and said, “They’re over cooked.” He dumped the pot out and handed her a new box of macaroni. “Try again.”

“You suck at teaching,” Amara said petulantly. “How am I supposed to know when they’re over cooked?”

“Did you see how those noodles were squishy like that? They’ve been cooked too long.”

“Noted,” Amara muttered. “How do I stop them from getting there?”

“Maybe actually pay attention to them?” Ash arched a brow. “You can check them periodically. You do know how noodles are supposed to feel, yes?”

“No, Ash, I only ate cereal for the past several years,” Amara snipped, before rubbing her face. “Sorry, sorry. Really tried to keep that one in.” She reached for the pot and started pouring fresh water into it. “Do you trust me to make my own coffee?”

“You do realize you can’t drink coffee when you’re pregnant, right?”

“You do realize I dropped every other bad habit cold turkey, Ashwyn, right?”

Ash looked unimpressed. “You say that like I care, Amara. Maybe you shouldn’t have bad habits in the first place.”

“Sorry, Ash, not everyone gets such a cushy life,” she snapped back, before going very quiet. “That wasn’t fair,” she finally said.

“Oh no,” Ash said, leaning against the counter. “Tell me how cushy my life is.”

“I went too far, Ash. I’m sorry.” She folded her arms and glared at the stove. “I’m just- cranky lately. And I shouldn’t take it out on you.”

Ash put his chin on his fist, watching her mildly. “On me? You mean the angel who is helping you after all the bullshit you put him through? Damn right you shouldn’t be taking it out on me. Maybe get your attitude in line before I decide that this is a waste of my time, because believe it or not, you do not hold a monopoly on tragedy.”

He was right and she was being a bitch but- but nothing, she told herself. “Sorry,” she muttered. Rather than have to look at Ash, she ripped open the box and dumped the noodles in the now boiling water. “I’ll try to keep the bitching to a minimum.”

“What’s the next step?” Ash just said.

“Don’t let them clump up? Stirring it.” She grabbed a spoon and poked at the water. “Try not to zone out and get lost in an existential crisis while I wait for them to cook.”

“Good.”

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Nik managed to shuffle into a pair of deep red sweats and a loose black tank top before disappearing from the bathroom to find Lev planted firmly on his side of the bed hugging Cameron’s pillow to his chest. His lips pursed as he looked Nik over. “Even sweats look good on you,” he said, a bit sulkily.

Despite knowing exactly what he was wearing, Nik felt compelled to look down at his clothes anyways. “Well, duh,” he said, climbing up into the bed next to him. He smacked a kiss on Lev’s cheek. “Everything looks good on me.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But it bears repeating. I like stroking your ego.”

Nik settled into the bed with his hands folded over his tummy. Eyes closed, Nik felt a smile curl on his face. “It definitely likes when you stroke it, Princess,” he said, moving to lightly pinch Lev’s thigh.

Lev squeaked. “Owwwww,” Lev whined, moving to snuggle against him. Lev pressed a kiss to Nik’s jaw. “You’re bullying meee.”

Nik hummed low, a purr sitting in his chest. “You like it,” he said, unapologetically. “And you know it.” He bit down on Lev’s shoulder and grabbed his face to kiss him chastely on the lips. “You like it very much.”

Lev hummed before pulling in for a deeper kiss. “Maybe,” he allowed, pulling back. Nik tried to not jump when Lev put an unexpected hand on Nik’s chest and leaned close for another kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Nik said, a bit faintly.

Nik settled carefully against the bed when Lev rolled on top of him, just a bit more. He pressed their foreheads together. “Is this okay?” he asked.

Nik moved to tug on a lock of Lev’s hair. “Yeah,” he said. “Missed you.” He pressed his nose against Lev’s throat, inhaling his scent. It wasn’t like he had really been all that intimate with anyone lately. Cameron hadn’t touched him since before Lev died, and well, neither had Lev, really.

“It feels like I missed you too,” he said. “Even if I don’t remember it.”

Nik wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he did what he did best and distracted them both with more kissing. There was a very obvious boner pressed against Nik’s leg but Nik wasn’t able to stop himself from shrinking back when Lev’s hand went under his shirt.

When Lev stopped immediately, Nik blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“I- yeah,” Nik said.. He wasn’t sure if he were telling the truth or not, in all honesty, and he couldn’t explain the growing tightness in his throat. “I’m sorry,” he said, again, feeling the wobbliness in his voice.

Nik couldn’t explain the horrible feeling twisting in his stomach when Lev pulled away from him so his erection wasn’t pressed against him anymore. “It’s okay,” he said, reaching for Nik’s face. He stopped in his tracks when Nik pulled away even more. “We can wait.”

“No,” Nik said, voice rising. “We don’t have to. I said I wanted to.”

Lev blinked at him. “You can change your mind, Nik. It’s allowed.”

Nik’s face felt uncomfortably hot. He opened and closed his mouth several times. “No,” he retorted, sitting up and scrubbing his face harshly. “It’s not. Not with me.” He got up from the bed and damn near ran face first into Cameron coming into the bedroom. “Will you get out of my way,” Nik snapped.

“No,” Cameron said, with that irritatingly mild calm. He carefully eyed Nik and then Lev before coming back to rest fully on Nik. “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, I think,” Lev said. “Nik, we really don’t have to have sex.”

Nik growled and tried pushing his way past Cameron once more. “Let me go.”

Cameron needed no further prompting and took a smooth step to the side and let Nik storm past him out to the pool.

It was lit by faint lights, illuminating the clear water. Nik sat on the edge of the pool with his knees pulled up to his chest as he glared at the water and thought about everything and nothing at all.

---

Lev watched Nik leave, sadness and guilt twisting him up inside until he thought it might just crawl right up out of his throat and strangle him. He tugged one of Nik’s pillows into his lap and watched Cameron instead.

Cameron’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “You want to tell me what just happened?”

“Nik and I were... we were making out, and he was okay with it, and then I went further, and he wasn’t, and he got upset when I backed off instead of pushing him.” Lev frowned, tucked his arms around himself. “Did- did something happen while I was dead? Or- is it something else?”

Cameron thought about that, pursing his lips. “A little bit of A, and a little bit of B,” Cameron said, pausing. He eyed Lev. “You know."

It took a second, but Lev nodded slowly. “He’s pregnant,” Lev said quietly. Jealousy rose up quickly, but he shoved that down just as fast. “And he doesn’t want us to know.”

“Mm. And I haven’t had sex with him since before you died.”

Oh. Lev blinked hard, staring at the bed. “I see,” he finally said.

“Yes.”

Lev nodded slowly. “Okay,” he finally said. “We’ll take care of him, then. Right?”

Cameron leaned against the doorway. “Of course. Are you planning on telling him you know?”

That made Lev hesitate. “If he wanted me to know, he would have told me,” he said, as if he didn’t know he was projecting. “He can tell me when he wants to.”

Cameron looked vaguely satisfied. “Good. Do you want to go sit with Nik?”

“Is that wise?” Lev asked. “Should I give him space?”

“If you want,” Cameron said.

“I want to go comfort him,” Lev admitted. “I just don’t know if it’d help or make this worse.”

“Well. Consider what Nik did the last time he got upset and no one comforted him.”

Lev had no idea what he was talking about, but he slid off the bed carefully. “I should go see him then,” he said.

Cameron offered him his arm, so Lev ducked underneath it and tucked himself into Cameron’s side. He slid his arm round Cameron’s waist, and let Cameron help him to the pool.

He pulled away when he saw Nik, and settled on the edge of the pool beside him, bumping Nik’s shoulder lightly with his. He didn’t even say anything, just let Nik lean against him.

---

The next morning, Nik took off, leaving Lev with Cameron. Cameron was being a good sport about it, didn’t even seem to be too annoyed about it. That was how Lev found himself sitting on a piano bench beside Cameron.

“How much do you remember from the books you were studying before you died?”

Lev hesitated. “A little.” He ran his fingers over the keys briefly, reverently, before plinking out a simple lullaby. The first song the book Cameron had gotten him had taught him. “Not exactly classical, but...”

Cameron listened to him as he played it through once more, and then had Lev run through a C Major scale. When Lev stumbled, not as confidant in his ability, Cameron made him try again. And again. And again, until he got it right.

Lev couldn't deny the little spark of pleasure he got when he finally met Cam’s standards. He let out a small purr and leaned against Cameron.

“Can you play me something?” Lev asked before Cam could ask him to play another scale. He gave Cameron a small, playful smile. “I won’t talk this time.”

Cameron lifted a brow, ever so slightly, and then started to play a simple tune. Simple for Cameron, at least. Lev leaned against him, closing his eyes as he listened.

---

Nik found himself walking through Amara’s shitty apartment building to her apartment, only to push open the brand new door and find it completely empty. “Are you serious,” Nik said. “Now she’s gone too.”

He had turned around only to hear a very faint, “I’m back here, St. Nikolas.”

That got Nik to at least wander through the bare apartment until he found her laying on her back where her bed once was. He leaned against the doorframe. “So….. trying for the minimalist look?”

“Cin decided to buy me a house.”

Nik pushed off the doorframe and came over to lay down next to her on the floor. He folded his hands over his tummy. “And the world has not yet ended,” Nik said, solemnly, eyes closing. “How does that bitter taste of your pride feel?”

“It’s stinging like a motherfucker,” she said. And in an even whinier tone, she said, “He replaced my furniture.”

“If it makes you feel better, Cameron replaced like eighty percent of my wardrobe when I moved in.”

“Cameron’s a snob,” she said, bitterly. “Cin’s just trying to take care of me.”

“What a hardship. Poor you.”

“I had a shitty month, let me have my pity party.” After a moment of silence she muttered, “i’m taking cooking lessons from Ash.”

Nik choked on his spit. “Oh stars, why on earth are you learning from Ash. You know he has the same amount of patience as he does eyesight.”

‘Cause he offered,” she said. “Learning to cook was one of his conditions for him helping me get pregnant.”

“Well you could have asked me,” Nik mumbled. “It’s not like I’ve bought you hundreds of dollars on groceries and made you food so you didn’t waste away.”

“Lev was sick and dying and I wasn’t going to bother you.”

“See,” Nik said, folding his hands behind his head. “Excuses are only going to get you enough good graces before I just kick your ass for the hell of it.”

“Do you want me to tell you all the things I have going on right now?”

“I want you to be my friend,” Nik said, irritably. “I don’t see you anymore.”

Amara fell quiet. “I’m having a really rough time right now and things are hard on you too. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

Nik wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he just curled on his side and sidled up next to her. “Life sucks.”

Again, she was quiet for a long moment. “I want to tell you something, but... I don't want you to feel guilty, or... bad for me, or any of that. Shit sucks, but- just- are you in an okay headspace?”

Well. Nik wasn’t too sure if he had ever been in a good headspace, especially the last five months. But he also didn’t want Amara to think he didn’t care about anything other than himself. “Sure.”

“I miscarried last month. That’s why I’m asking Ash for help.” Her tone was flat, perfectly even.

“Oh.” Nik’s voice was very small, especially when he thought about how he was keeping his own… pregnancy from everyone else. He was lying to everyone. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and rested his head on her shoulder. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You know,” She said. “Occupational hazards.”

“Yeah,” he said, faintly.

“My pedigree doesn’t help much, either.”

“Oh who cares about your ‘pedigree’. I’m sure Ash will be able to get you knocked up and will lord it over you for all time.” He closed his eyes. “If I can get knocked up with everything I have put in my body, I’m sure you will be able to, too.”

“I guess.”

“I know.”

----

Cameron wouldn’t be Cameron if he wasn’t so blunt, but Lev was still surprised when Cameron flat out asked if he wanted to have sex. It took Lev a few seconds to process.

“I- uh. Yes?” Lev shook himself mentally. “Yes,” he added more firmly. “I’m sorry, you just caught me off guard. I miss it.”

Cameron lifted a brow. “Well at least we know that hasn't changed.”

Lev flushed deeply. “Was I supposed to?” he grumbled when he didn’t know what else to say.

“You tell me.”

Lev thought on that for a moment, and then decided to take Cameron’s hand instead of responding. “So... sex?” he asked, not quite meeting Cameron’s eyes.

“You didn’t answer me.”

Lev’s bottom lip popped out in a pout. “Change isn’t always bad,” he hedged, before admitting, “But I’m not upset I still like sleeping with you.”

Cameron snorted. “Of course you’re not.”

Lev ran his thumb over the back of Cameron’s hand, and then leaned close and kissed Cameron’s cheek. “I miss our normal,” he said quietly.

The look on his face was neutral enough that Lev hesitated, but Cameron just kissed Lev’s palm gently. After that he started pulling at Lev’s clothes. A purr built up in Lev’s throat, but he just started working on the buttons of Cameron’s black button down.

It didn't take much to get Lev undressed the rest of the way, and Cam herded him back to the bed easily before he took off his pants. Once he was on the edge of the bed, Lev reached for Cameron’s cock, stroking lightly. Cameron leaned forward until he could start kissing down Lev’s neck, sending little shivers down Lev’s spine.

This was something Lev had missed. Cameron's lips on his skin, the familiar weight of him in Levs hand as he tipped his head to the side for Cameron.

When Cameron was fully hard in Lev’s hand, he eased Lev back on the bed. Anticipation had his heart tripping over itself. Lev wrapped his arms around Cameron’s neck, arching his own in offer. The teeth pressed against him were more than welcome. When he tried to press his hips against Cameron, Cameron held him down, biting down just a little harder until Lev went still.

Then Cam flipped Lev over, sliding a pillow under his hips to support them. Unsurprisingly, Cameron took his time, working Lev open like he had all the time in the world while his erection nudged the back of Lev’s thighs. All the while, Cameron’s mouth traced patterns across Lev’s back and shoulders.

Lev gave a small moan as Cameron’s fingers pressed deeper. Cameron’s teeth latched onto his shoulder, even as his fingers went deep as he could. When Lev got tired of waiting, of the careful stretching, he tried to push back.

Rather than let him, Cameron rolled him onto his side. Once again, Cameron’s hands slid along him. Each caress had Lev’s omega vibrating. This was Lev’s alpha holding onto him, kissing the back of his neck, nipping at his skin.

Cameron eventually hitched Lev’s leg up so he could press in, slotted right up against Lev’s back as he bottomed out. When Lev moaned again, eyes half shut, Cameron kissed under his jaw. The stretch was welcome, familiar. It felt like home.

The only thing missing was Nik.

Cameron set a slow, firm pace. Considering Lev had been dead a month ago... it was definitely for the best. With how Cam was holding him, Lev didn’t have to do much but arch against him, panting softly. The hand holding his leg up slid up slowly, until Cameron could wrap it around Lev’s dick.

Neither of them rushed anything. Lev was happy to revel in Cameron’s voice in his ear as Lev himself let out soft, breathy groans. Ever since he’d come back, it’d felt like there was a little distance between him and Cameron. Having this again soothed the tiny bit of worry he had that he’d done something.

It wasn’t until Cameron was knotted in Lev that Cam let him come, stroking Lev to completion. As pleasure washed over Lev, a purr built in Lev’s throat. Cameron wrapped an arm around him, keeping him close.

“I love you,” Lev whispered, eyes closed fully.

“Sleep,” was all Cameron said.

Lev nodded slowly. Expected, really, and the sex had left Lev more than a little exhausted.

---

Nik made it home and he rubbed his face at how tired he was. Maybe he could make it up to Lev… somehow for not sleeping with him the night before. He couldn’t count a single time when he would have done something like that to someone he was in a relationship with. It wasn’t like Nik was just someone to change his mind about sex, but here he was, telling his back from the dead boyfriend that he didn’t want to sleep with him.

Nik wandered the house until he decided to go find Lev, only to find him passed out on Cameron’s knot.

“Oh.”

Cameron looked up from the back of Lev’s neck, but Nik was already turning around and leaving. That of course, did not stop Cameron from coming after him and yanking Nik to a stop. “Where are you going?”

“Why do you care?” Nik muttered under his breath.

“Becaues I don’t feel like telling Lev you disappeared after finding us post-fuck.”

“Why would he care?” Nik said. “I disappear all the time, right?”

Cameron had the audacity to roll his eyes. “You know damn well what I mean,” he said, annoyed. “Come to bed.”

Nik turned back around and walked right back through the house and right back through the front door to get back in his car and drive.

---

Amara put her phone down, sighing softly. “I’ve got to go,” she told Ash. “Nik emergency.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nik took off, apparently. And I've been tasked with finding him.” Amara stared longingly at the pot of mac and cheese she’d finally made correctly. “Can I come back for that? I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

“Sure, but put it away,” Ash replied, already pulling out his phone to text Cameron. “Give me updates about Nik.”

“Yeha, yeah.” She dumped the pot into a tupperware, and fit it in the fridge. “Thanks,” she added, right before ducking out the door.

It took her a couple of hours, but she tracked Nik back to his parent’s territory. When she realized he’d chosen to hide out in a fucking cave, she hesitated. The water was waist high at the deepest, but this was just the entrance. It’d get deeper the further in she went and Amara knew if she stepped foot in it she would freeze up and not move a fucking inch.

With a sigh, she spread her wings, stretching them carefully before she started to climb the walls. She used her wings to keep her balance as she inched along, digging her nails into the stone until she found a rock she could settle on. The water was far, far too close for her liking, but she crouched anyway, looking around until she saw Nik’s hair pop up.

Nik looked startled, ducking under briefly, before popping back up. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for you,” Amara shot back. “You worried your alpha.”

“Doubtful,” he said.

“He sent me after you. He worried.” She patted the rock beside her. “Come on.”

“No.”

Amara scowled. “Fine,” she grumped. “Tell me what’s wrong then.”

“Nothing.”

“Nikolas, I am inches away from water and I want to puke. Tell me what’s wrong before I get bitchy.”

“If you hate water so much, then go home. You’re not needed. You can tell Cameron to come get me if he wants me.” Nik looked like he might duck under the water.

After sucking in a slow breath, she said, “I’m here, and I’m not leaving you alone. Talk to me, please.”

Nik watched her, his face almost closed off. He looked tired, and she didn’t blame him. “You don’t need to be worried about me. You have your own shit to deal with. I’ll be fine.” The smile he fixed on his face was far too bright to be real. “See? I’m not even drinking.”

“Yeah, and you’re hiding in your depression cave again.” Amara sat up straighter, wrapping her arms around herself. “Talk to me, Nik. Unless you want me to go first.”

Nik frowned, but at least that was a real reaction. “This is not my depression cave,” he said.

“Hm.” Amara wrinkled her nose. “You’re dodging my question.”

Nik ducked under the water, staying under long enough Amara grew nervous. Finally he popped back up and said, “I already gave you my answer.”

Amara closed her eyes. “Fine. I’ll just wait here then.”

“You do that.”

Nik started swimming again, so Amara settled down to wait him out, keeping her eyes shut tight. Maybe if she pretended hard enough, she could ignore that she was in a cave flooded with water.

Eventually he crawled out of the water and took her hand. “Come on.”

Amara looked down at the water. It’d gotten more shallow, but... “Um. The tide can go out a little more, can't it?”

“I mean, we can, but we’ll be here a hell of a lot longer.”

Amara hesitated visibly. “You can’t carry me,” she said. “And I- I don’t know.”

Nik waited patiently until she was able to unfold and step in the water. Just that had her freezing up, grabbing at Nik for support and holding her phone up above the water, even if her feet touched the ground. NIk tugged her along carefully.

By the time they reached the entrance, she was trembling. Without letting go of his hand she broke into a sprint, dragging him through the last of the water until she got halfway up the beach. Only then did she stop, breathing hard.

“You didn’t have to go in there,” Nik said.

Amara shot him a glare, before pulling him into a hug. “You needed me.”

Nik was trembling too, and she hated it. “Well you don’t need me,” Nik said, voice just as shaky. "You’re not the selfless one in any relationship.” He pulled back, eyes bright. “Except maybe with your sister, but she doesn’t count. So stop reminding me that I’m a shitty person, I get it.” With the last two words breaking, Nik started across the beach towards the city.

“Nikolas. Nikolas.” Amara followed after him. “Like hell I don’t need you. You think best friends grow on fucking trees?” She grabbed his hand, jerking him to a stop. “You’re not a shitty person. Who the fuck told you that? I’ll beat the shit out of them.”

Nik yanked his hand back. “I’m the one who said that, so you’re going to have to beat me and you can’t do that, can you?”

“Not today I can’t,” she shot back. “What got your panties in a twist, Nikolas?”

“We both know I don’t wear panties.”

“Why the fuck is Cameron sending me after you like you’re a lost puppy, Nik? Why aren’t you with your mate?”

“Because I can’t sleep with him,” Nik shot back, before continuing up the beach.

Amara blinked several times, before hurrying after him. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You asked.”

“Why does it matter if you can or can’t sleep with my cousin, Nik?” She fell in pace beside him. “Sex isn’t your only selling point.”

“Look at me. Sex is my only selling point.”

“Not to Lev, you idiot.”

“No, of course not to Lev. But Lev is a blind idiot sometimes. Lev believes in fairy tales, and fairy tales don’t exist.”

“I mean I can call him and ask him exactly why he loves you, but you’re too bullheaded to believe it even from the overly honest horse's mouth.”

“Honesty isn’t the same as idealism, Amara.”

“Nikolas, you’re an idiot.” She stumbled over something in the sand. “Would you stop? Stop running away and stop deflecting.”

Nik caught her before she face planted. “I’m not running,” he said. “You need to learn how to walk.”

“I was talking about how you hid in a fucking cave.”

“I didn’t hide.”

“Did you even tell Lev you were leaving?”

“Will you Shut up?” Nik yelled. “Lev is fine. He’s with Cameron. Cam’s not going to let him die again.”

Amara snapped her mouth shut, pulling to a stop. He matched her halt with the same abruptness, and turned around.

“How did you know where I was?”

Amara shrugged uncomfortably. “Cameron asked me to find you, and you needed me. I just knew. Sort of. The direction, anyway, until I found the cave.”

“Fine. Hotel’s this way.” He continued to storm off, leaving Amara to trail behind him.

Amara trotted after him, willing to take the minor success. At least he wasn’t telling her to fuck off. Yet.

It turned out that he had a room already set up, and the staff seemed to recognize him. A small smile tilted up on Nik’s face as a slight black haired woman came instantly up to Nik and just pinched his cheek. “You’re dripping water everywhere, mi’jo.”

Nik kissed her hand. “Is my room ready?”

“Of course,” she said, pulling him into a hug. Nik nearly melted into the woman that was a solid head shorter than him. When she pulled back, she looked Amara over and gave her a firm look, but said, “I’ll bring you dinner, as well.”

Amara blinked, looking between the two. She stepped closer to Nik, just a little, and took his hand. Maybe it was a little bit of posturing, but she got a small look of approval, so maybe it was a good thing.

The woman kissed Nik’s cheek and then sent them on their way. Again Amara just trailed after Nik, clocking his visibly better mood as she clung to his hand. She only let go once the door to the room was shut.

Nik flopped on the bed. “Dinner should be up in about ten minutes. I hope you haven’t eaten today.”

“No,” Amara said mournfully. “Ash was teaching me how to make mac n cheese and I only made one edible pot. I left it behind to come find you.”

“How basic,” Nik said, matching her tone.

“It was boxed mac n cheese too,” she grumbled, landing on the bed beside him.

Nik patted her knee. “See, if you had me teaching you,” he said, “you’d be learning real, tasteful food. But no, you had to learn from the blind white boy. I bet it was as awful as I think it is.”

Amara muttered under her breath before saying, “I didn’t get to taste it, thanks. And if you wanna teach me so bad, do it. I’m unemployed and have nothing better to do.”

Nik threw his arm over his eyes. “Like you’d actually listen,” he mumbled under his breath.

“If you don’t want to you can just say that. I spent all day with a snippy Ash, I don’t wanna hear it from you too,” Amara said.

“Did I say that,” NIk snapped, glaring at her from under his arm. “No, I did not.” He sat up and stalked over to the towels and started drying his hair. “If my attitude is so bad, then you can leave. I am not holding you here against your will, for fucks sake. Let Cin go lick your bruised ego. I’m tired.”

Amara stared at him for a long moment, propped up on her elbows. “I don’t want to leave you alone,” she admitted. “Look, we’re both cranky, but- I don’t want to leave.”

Nik shot a dark look over his shoulder at her, but started undressing out of his tank top and let it fall to the floor. “”Yeah? News to me,” he said, moving to the dresser and rummaging through it. He grabbed another white tank top, but froze when his focus shifted to the mirror over the dresser.

Amara got to her feet. “I’m sober Nikolas. I have been for four months. I wasn’t nice before I stopped drinking nonstop.” She hesitated, and walked up behind him. “You okay?”

Nik touched his stomach. “Nooo,” he said in a small voice, and then, to her horror, he started to cry.

“Ah fuck,” she mumbled, and pulled him in a hug. “C’mere.”

Nik all but melted against her, crying into her shoulder. She petted his hair.

“Hey. It’ll be okay,” she promised.

“It’s not,” he said, somehow crying harder. “I can’t keep not saying anything when I’m showing.”

“Sure you can.” she tried. “You don’t owe anyone anything.”

Nik didn’t say anything and just wiped his face before moving back over to the bed and curling into a ball. Before Amara could follow him, there was a knock on the door. She opened it, only to find the woman from earlier there with a tray piled high with food. When she saw Nik was crying, however, she all but shoved the tray at Amara and went to check on Nik.

Amara carefully settled the tray on the dresser and looked back at the bed. The woman was whispering to Nik in Spanish, petting his hair comfortingly. Amara picked up on some of what she was saying; she wasn’t fluent, but after being best friends for so long she had to learn the basics.

Instead of eavesdropping, she turned back to the food. She took a bite, and then gave a small groan. “Stars that’s good,” she exclaimed, before looking back at them guiltily. “Sorry.”

Nik flinched a little.

“Fuck. Right. Ignore me, Nik. Go back to crying. According to Lev it helps.”

To Amara’s surprise, the woman got up, only to smack Amara with a spoon. “Watch your language,” Amara was told.

“Yes ma'am,” Amara promised automatically.

She was given a firm look, but Nik was already the center of attention again. Amara went back to nibbling, slowly starting to realize how hungry she was. When she was told to bring a plate, she did, and sat down to watch the woman coax Nik into eating.

“Do you want me to leave?” Amara asked Nik lightly.

Nik took a bite now that he was sitting up. “No,” he mumbled.

Amara nodded slowly. “Then I’ll stay.” She grinned at him just a little, as she settled on the bed, tray on her lap for easy access. “Saint Nikolas.”

---

It was several hours later that Amara managed to get home. The house felt… large, and empty. Amara put the mac and cheese away, and tracked down Cin. Her hybrid was sprawled on their new bed, wings spread far enough they brushed the floor.

Amara settled herself on his back, tucked between his wings, and sighed.

“How was the cooking lesson?”

“Well, I didn’t learn anything you can eat,” she said tiredly, shoving her face in his neck. “But I made some mac n cheese.”

“Can I try some?”

Amara moved off so he could roll over. “I don’t know if you want to. Dairy and grains. Your insides would never forgive you."

Cin ran his fingers through her hair. "Worth it, if you've made something edible."

"Mmm. No. I'll get Ash to teach me to make something you can eat." She bit his nose. "Look, I'll even text him now."

Cin took the phone from her and chucked it across the room. "No. You're mine now. You've been running around for days. I want your attention." He tugged her closer, snuffling against her neck until she laughed. "You've been too stressed lately."

Amara huffed, settling against him. "Things will settle eventually."

Cin hummed, the sound becoming a rumbling purr in his chest. "Yes. They will."

They had to be.

Tagging: @incandescent-creativity @solangelo3088 @lil-miss-red @halstudies @littleyellowdinosaur @caelisis

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[oplishin]

what happened with the forge?

:DDDD thank you for asking!!!

also do NOT try this at home... or at all....

So I went on a church retreat last weekend, and we have an annual campfire thing. In Feb 2020, we also made a forge:

We did it by stacking firewood into a box shape and pushing around the hot embers to the bottom. To make it really hot there were always a couple of guys intensely fanning the forge with big cardboard sheets. (Someone got a giant plastic lid to do it, but he broke it on the side of the firepit and it cut his hand fsbdjhf) There's an abandoned construction site near the retreat place that has a ton of random metal stuff and pipe parts, so 2 guys hammered a metal bar into a bendy shape (2020).

So forge 2021:

It started when Senior #1 went out to the abandoned construction site to look for parts (we hadn't really explored it last year). I went with him to help him with flashlight stuff (quote me: "I've never felt more like an npc"). The initial plan was to make a bellows(?) out of some tubes to push the air into the fire more efficiently. Anyway, senior #1 fiddled around with that for a while and asked his friends to do it while he went to build the actual forge part.

I mostly work on the bellows part by reprising my role as the flashlight and following Senior #2 around. to move the air around we found a ton of cardboard circles that would hopefully fit into the outer tube and on top of the inner one. They did not. So, we decided to find something to cut them with. Senior #2 finds a rusty saw??? and decides he doesn't care about tetanus I guess. That doesn't work, but some 8th grader brought a knife to a church retreat for some reason, so we use that instead. It takes like an hour (we're also looking for pipes that will notch together into a funnel but they're all the wrong sizes), and the bellows ultimately doesn't work out so :| we head back to the fire.

While we were looking around we could hear the sound of people smacking metal against metal really fucking loudly, so they'd already basically finished building it. Instead of using firewood like last year, the seniors just took apart half the fire pit's bricks and stacked them into a box to put the embers into. Fan slaves are fanning. Somehow they found a pickaxe???

The process is basically heating up a really thin metal pipe (rusty and we also found it at the construction site I presume) for 20 seconds before taking it out, holding it down with the pickaxe and smacking it with a rusty metal bar they found (also at the construction site). It's mostly senior #1 and his friend (senior #3) doing the work, both of them are shirtless, probably because it's hot but mostly because. buff teenage boy syndrome??

Side note 1+3 were both Eagle Scouts so this isn’t THAT weird… but it’s pretty weird

the plan is to make some knives, which I actually have footage of:

Red pants is senior 1, green shoes is senior 3.

I think here they were cutting off the tip of the first knife? We made 2 knives, by we I mean senior 1+3 did all the work while I did lighting. They flatten the blade as best they can, senior 1 is a total perfectionist so it’s actually pretty cool. They lightly hammer the handle. At some point senior 1 gets some particle from the hammering in his eye.

We also made a botched cross looking thing? Quote:

Senior 1: “CUT IT OFF!!”

Senior 3: “you’re just a hater!!” /s

Senior 1: “oh my god- I’m sticking it into the fire”

I should mention that Senior 1 is just sticking the metal pipe into fire with his bare hands because the tongs don’t have enough grip.

Senior one really wants to make a ring for some reason, but senior 3 is totally done with this cuz his hand hurts from whacking the thing for like 2 hours (it’s 11pm I think). They use a sliver of metal they cut off from the second knife.

The plan is to try to hammer it against a thin pipe to bend it into a circle? I thought it was a bad idea because it was much thicker than senior 1’s finger. I think what he actually did was whack it at certain angles. It wasn’t very good metal so it was easy (he said he thought it was mostly aluminum). It was barely more than a half circle and very janky, but also very awesome.

He sanded it down for around an hour while I held the flashlight and held down the rusty metal bar (same one used for whacking).

Senior 1+3 give the knives to 2 8th graders because they’re irresponsible I guess.

Here’s a very chaotic picture:

[fletchphoenix]

Some Mistakes Get Made

Chapter 12 is here. Sorry they keep getting shorter - I’m building up to some good stuff hopefully but right now the boys are...at an all time low to say the least. I mean, I made my girlfriend cry with the previous chapter so..anyway. Thanks for the support and onwards with the chapter

TW - Panic attacks

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Numb. That’s all Hugo really felt - completely numb as he laid in his old bedroom at Donella’s house, his eyes fixated on and staring at the cracks that ran over the ceiling. The room had a significant lack of green and blue that he was so used to, devastating him to no end with the thought of the colors reminding him of the boy that he missed so dearly. He shook the thought of the other from his brain, turning over on the too-small bed and fixing his eyes on the wall. The wall was bare too - no pictures or memories or..anything that was brought into his life over the past six months. He’d changed so much over those six months, yet as soon as that..woman entered their lives not even twenty-four hours ago, Varian was willing to give it all up for her. Had Varian even loved him or felt the same as he did?

  Questions drifted around his head as he lay there, a monotone expression on his face as he tried to deal with his inner turmoil and heartbreak caused by the younger boy. He’d have to move all his stuff back here again and go back to how he was before..what had Ulla even told him? What did Varian mean when he said Donella ‘took his mother away from him’? Did he even know what had happened between the two women? Why did he want Hugo out of his life when none of this was Hugo’s fault? He raised his phone to his face, his face shifting to a frown at the mass of missed calls from Varian before he set it aside and sat up. No. If that’s what Varian truly wanted then..then that was that. They were through and Hugo would abide by the boys wishes, because all he wanted was to make Varian happy.

  Even if that meant completely erasing himself from the other’s life.

  He rose to his feet, eyes looking around the room once again as he��d been doing for the past hour. He missed the familiarity of the apartment, but he guessed there’d be no going back there now for a while. He let out a sigh and checked his phone - Wednesday. His last class before summer, just what he needed to get the other boy out of his mind. Perfect! He could just...mess around and go back to normal. He straightened out his clothes and reached out for a watch, placing it on his left wrist and completely concealing the small tattoo of the test tube that sat on it. That was that. He strode across the room, pushing open the door to his room and making his way down the hall to his one real ally’s workshop - Donella’s. 

  With shaking hands, he twisted the doorknob, sliding the door open, and entered. The woman was already leaning over a contraption of some sorts, goggles over her eyes before she raised her head and raised them, her eyes fixed on the boy. “You need a ride to university, I’m assuming?” He nodded. “Are you sure you want to go?” He nodded again, more adamantly this time. She let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing her temple. “Aright, Cyrus will be ready for you in five minutes. Don’t be late.” She watched as he headed towards the door, her mouth opening to say something before snapping shut as he closed the door. “Have a good day, son.” she muttered to herself before getting back to work. 

  Hugo leaned against the wall of an alley outside, playing a game on his phone as he waited for Cyrus. He knew he had a wife, but god, did it really take that long to just show up to take him to university? A car horn blared and he made his way to the passenger’s side, not even sparing the driver a second glance as he slammed the door shut behind him and let him get going. He really wasn’t in the mood for conversation - Cyrus thankfully seemed to pick up on this after his first three questions gained no response from the blonde. He didn’t trust himself to speak, with how hoarse his voice had felt after a whole night of sobbing over...no. No thinking about him. They were done, remember? “He never wants to see you again.” Hugo reminded himself as he placed his headphones on his head and looked out of the window in silence. 

  “What did I do wrong?!” he sobbed as he sat in Donella’s arms on the workshop floor. He couldn’t understand - why? Everything was fine before that...that WOMAN showed up! What had she told him? What made him hate Hugo so much for someone else’s actions? He didn’t want to accept it - he’d just lost Varian. Varian, the one true light in his life, the one good thing that had happened to him since..well, since forever, had just left him like everyone else in his wretched life - just like he’d known he would since the beginning. His body wracked with sobs as he held onto Donella’s shirt tight, the older woman making no move to shove him off, instead opting to stroke his hair and hold him close. 

  “This isn’t your fault.” She said with a frown, and for the first time..Hugo believed it. He believed that she was right and that it wasn’t his fault - because what had he done to ‘ruin Varian’s life’? The answer was nothing - the boy just wanted to hurt him and break him like everyone else did, opting to make his way into his heart just to shatter it as soon as the opportunity arose. “C’mon Hugo, let’s get you to your room and you can sleep it off.” Donella virtually whispered, the blonde following her instructions and walking behind her in silence, his eyes focused on the floor with tears halting as he made his way down. This wasn’t his fault. It never was. 

  Donella came to a stop, gesturing to the door in front of her and letting Hugo pass to enter. “Goodnight-” she tried to say, the door slamming in her face. He made his way over to his bed and stared at his phone in silence, the boy’s face staring back at him with a wide smile that now made Hugo’s heart burn with pain and upset. He shut the device off, slamming it onto the bedside table, before he turned away and shook, Varian’s words echoing in his head. He fell asleep curled up, his glasses still on his face and tear trails making their wet puddles on the pillows he rested his head on.

  “Okay kiddo, we’re here.” Cyrus commented, his voice hushed as he snapped Hugo out of his flashback session. The golden haired boy muttered a quick ‘thanks’ before grabbing his things and exiting the car, slamming the door behind him once again before heading down towards the campus and his classroom. Everyone seemed to make a path for him, whispering amongst themselves as he weaved through the small crowds with chuckles occasionally leaving their mouths. He ignored them to the best of his ability, shoving open the door to his classroom and making his way to his seat in absolute silence. Sitting down in his seat, he pulled the hood of his jacket up and slumped back, letting himself daydream as much as he dared to. It’s not as if this class mattered anyway, it was the final day until summer and next year would be his last. He drowned out the voice of his lecturer as the lesson began, trying to think of anything but the raven haired, blue eyed boy which tore his heart in half. 

  Varian walked through the hall towards the library after his final chemistry lesson of the year, trying to ignore the knife of guilt twisting in his stomach after last night’s...events. He had tried to call Hugo to apologise, to tell him he hadn’t meant what he’d said, but he had no response from the older male whatsoever. He just prayed he was safe, he thought, as he buried his head into the older boy’s hoodie. He’d even worn one of Hugo’s shirts (much too big for him) to provide him some relief and feel close to the boy.

  He regretted every word of what he said - he didn’t mean to say what he said or even break up with the other boy, because it just wasn’t fair on him. He had no say in what happened between his mother and Donella - hell, he probably wasn’t even in Donella’s care at that point. He wasn’t sure if the actual relationship between them was even mother and son, Hugo having never been open about his familial life. He shouldn’t have let his anger get to him the way it did, taking it all out on Hugo when he’d done absolutely nothing wrong...He chewed the inside of his cheek and groaned, before a familiar face passed him in the hall. 

  He couldn’t help his smile when he saw Hugo, his hand reaching out to grab the other’s wrist. “Hugh! Oh my god, Hugo, I thought I wouldn’t see you again! We need to-” He was stopped when the blonde pulled his wrist away from his grasp harshly, his back to Varian, however Varian could tell a glare covered his features. 

  “Isn’t that what you wanted? To never see me again?” Hugo spat back, coldly. Even Varian winced at how raspy and hoarse the boy’s voice was - evidently Varian had broken his heart. “Varian, I don’t really want to talk to you right now. Or ever. Goodbye.” he continued as he started to walk down the hall. Ouch, they were on a first name basis now? Why wouldn’t Hugo just listen to him?

  “Hugo please, listen to me-”

  “What? Listen to you so you can break my heart again? So you can make a point about how much I ruined your life and how much you hate me for it? About how done we are and how much you despise me? Face it, you said it yourself. You hate me. And you never wanted to see me last time I checked so how about you keep your goddamn promises for once and leave?!” He yelled, fists clenched at his sides and heartbreak painted all over his features as he continued his rant.

  “And yknow what sucks? I actually loved you so much! I was in it for the long run, hell, I’d already imagined how I was gonna propose to you, but I guess that’s never happening now, is it, being as you never wanna see me again! I had our whole life planned out and that we were going to be together no matter what life threw at us, but I guess you just weren’t that dedicated, were you? Do me a favour, Varian. Leave.” He finished with a glare, turning on his heel and walking out of the building, not looking back once as he continued, pushing open the doors to the university and hurrying down the stairs. 

  Hugo hurriedly pulled out his phone, already feeling himself fall victim to his sadness again as he raised it to his ear after dialling Cyrus’ number. “Pick me up.” he declared-well, more like ordered as soon as the man picked up the phone. “I don’t care if you’re busy, I need to get outta this hellhole now so please just come and pick me the hell up!” That silenced the man on the other end, before confirming and hanging up. He rocked back and forth from his heels to his toes and back again multiple times as he yelled, feeling people’s eyes as they stared at him.

  As soon as the car pulled up, Hugo heard Varian scream his name. He paid him no mind, hurrying to get in the car. “Just drive.” he told Cyrus, sensing the man’s hesitation before stating yet again. “DRIVE, CYRUS!” he yelled, his knees tucking against his chest as he curled up in the passenger’s seat and rocked back and forth, his chest heaving and trembling. He felt like he was dying, his stomach churning and his head spinning combined with the ringing in his ears and the sensation of choking made him feel disorientated even though they were in the car. He couldn’t breathe at all as he gasped for breath with his heart racing all the while his nausea still continuing. All the faces - all those eyes on him and Varian- he couldn’t handle any of it. Cyrus stopped the car on a deserted country road, Hugo falling out of the car almost immediately and curling up on the floor, his shins and forehead pressed against the asphalt of the road as he tried to regain his senses. 

  “You with me, big guy?” Cyrus asked almost half an hour later, cautiously stepping closer and sitting beside Hugo on the side of the road in an uncomfortable silence. “Donella told me what happened with the boy and...you need to know..Donella lied about that night with Ulla. From what I can recall, she did want to sell their inventions and research to the Saporians, who would no doubt use them to hurt people. Ulla, knowing she couldn’t let that happen, did steal the papers and hurt Donella in the process though.” Cyrus sighed, making sure it was okay before placing a hand on Hugo’s back and carefully pulling him into a side hug, the younger man’s head resting against his shoulder. “They are both in the wrong for what they did, neither of them are saints...but don’t let their mistakes hurt you like it corrupted both of them. That boy..he loves you. I can tell from the way he looked at you when he called your name. It’s going to take a while for you two to trust each other again, but you’ll get there. You just need to try. Okay?” 

  Hugo bit the inside of his cheek before nodding, moving to hug Cyrus fully. “I wanna go somewhere. Not home but somewhere.” He muttered against the older man, sighing and done with all the crying and heartbreak. 

  “How about you join me and my wife for dinner..? I’m sure she’d be delighted to finally meet the infamous Hugo I’ve been telling her about for all these years.” He asked with a grin, helping Hugo stand when he agreed to the proposal. The odd pair got in the car and Cyrus began to drive again, glancing over at the other, who was currently staring out the window at the slowly darkening sky. He just hoped the boy had listened to him and that he would feel better one day. It didn’t have to be now, just..he hated to see the younger male so broken over a boy of all things. He turned his attention to the road. They had a long drive ahead of them.

  Varian stood in shock outside of the campus, his hands falling to his sides as he didn’t even realise he’d been reaching out for his boyfriend- sorry, Hugo. It hurt to hear that all - to know just how much he’d hurt the other boy. He really was down for the count with Varian, huh? The inner corners of his eyebrows raised as his eyes met the floor, trying to erase the image of how bitter Hugo looked from his mind. And what’s worse was..he deserved it. He deserved every single word of Hugo’s rant. He let out a loud sigh and composed himself, trekking towards the library. He had to be strong - if not for himself, then to make Nuru and Yong think he was okay. 

#varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian x hugo #varian tangled #tangled varian #hugo tangled #tangled hugo #alchemy boyfriends #varigo coffee shop au

[toxophilitis]

THE NIGHT SHIFT NURSE cont.

CHAPTER TWO

The next evening, Nancy was alone in the hospital ward. The attending doctor this evening was one of those who never showed up unless there was a problem.

Nancy went on her rounds.

The only ones that noticed Nancy's new look were some ambulance drivers who were always teasing Nancy. They both seemed to like her.

As she came in, the big-titted nurse wiggled a little extra for them. During the day, she had gone out and bought two of the new, shorter nurse's uniforms. They weren't mini-skirts, but the short skirt did show a lot of leg. More importantly, she had on a push-up bra that drew men's eyes to her tits. With her hair combed out long, she looked very nice.

Hearing a whistle, Nancy stopped and did a little turn to show off her new uniform.

"Jesus, Vic!" Bill McMartin said as she wiggled past them. "Someone's kidnapped Nurse Nancy and left another girl in her place."

"Yeah," Vic Gorman exclaimed with a nice smile. "And look at the one that they left behind."

Picking up the clipboard, Nancy smiled, then stared down the hall to make her rounds. With only one patient, it was an easy chore that she did each hour. She looked at the chart as she walked down the hall.

Eddie Carter was coming along fine. His leg was broken, but it looked as if it was going to be okay. The young football player was going to spend a couple of more days here for tests, but things were looking up for him.

As she entered the room, Nancy saw that he was asleep. It was a shame, but she had to wake him every hour all night.

"Eddie?" she called. "I'm sorry, honey. I've got to check your cast again. Wake up."

The boy had a cast on from the hip down on his right leg. Her orders were to make sure that the cast didn't hinder the flow of blood into the leg. She had to feel his toes each hour to make sure that they were warm and pink.

As he woke from a dream-filled sleep, the young man saw the night nurse standing over him. It took him a few seconds to come up from the foggy land of his dreams.

"Oh, hello, Nancy. Need to check me again?"

"Sorry," she said. "Maybe your doctor will let you sleep after tonight. Your checks have all been okay."

"I sure hope so."

Nancy pulled up the bottom of the sheet. She touched his cast, feeling down to the wiggling toes sticking out the end. As usual, he was fine. She felt his response as she tickled him.

Looking up as she massaged his foot for a few seconds, Nancy saw that he was holding the sheet tightly around his neck. Dropping her gaze, she saw why he was gripping the sheet so tightly. That bulge in the sheet was his cock, and it was jerking as she smiled up to him.

"Your toes feel a little cool," she lied, suddenly feeling a warm flushing in her tits as she stared at the tented sheet.

"Really?" he said, a worried sound coming into his voice as he watched the night nurse pulling the curtain around his bed.

"Let me check your cast," Nancy whipped off the sheet in one motion before he could stop her.

The tie-on gowns that the hospital gave patients didn't do all that much to hide what she saw as she whipped off the sheet. The bottom of the gown was up around his belly, leaving the sight of his rock-hard cock very visible for the gawking nurse.

"I see that you're starting to heal," she teased.

"No," she smiled again, blushing. "That's a good sign, Eddie. It means that you're getting better."

Acting as if she was checking the top of his leg to see if the cast was too tight, Nancy felt that throbbingly hard tube of teenaged cock-meat. Her hand brushed against his balls when she checked his inner thigh. As her hand moved, it slipped down over his stiff prick-shaft. That lovely hard-on was drawing the young nurse's hand like a magnet.

"Oooooh," he groaned.

"It's lonely in a hospital," she said very softly, her hand gently caressing his throbbing cock. "The nights are so long and lonely."

The young nurse's hand was moving, running lightly over the fuck-muscle of his cock. The young man didn't move. He didn't know what to do. Eddie wasn't sure if he was still in his dream, or if this was really happening to him.

As her fingers closed around the young man's hard cock, Nancy squeezed it tightly. Pre-cum came trickling over her fingers. Eddie's nice young cock, all hard and thick, was ready to come just from her touch. The heat of the super stiff prick was searing her fist as she tightened her gripping hand over it.

"Oooooh, Eddie!" she whispered.

Eddie had tightened up all over as she touched his beautiful hard prick. He relaxed, slumping back down onto the bed as Nancy pulled his gown up higher and started pumping up and down over his swollen hard-on.

"God, that feels good!" the young man groaned as he tried to hump his hips up to drive his prick through her fist.

"Easy," Nancy warned. "Don't hurt your leg, Eddie."

"Are you going to jack me off?"

"Would you like that?"

"Shit, yes!"

"Can you come fast?" she asked.

"I'm almost there right now!" he groaned. In a hospital that usually had patients just like Eddie, young men who really weren't sick, it wasn't all that unusual to see a hard-on while bathing or giving a back-rub. This time, it was different for Nancy. Seeing that little candy-striper getting fucked had set off feelings in her that had been long buried.

Nancy was starved for the feel of hard cock. The young man's lovely stiff prick bucked in her fist, jerking and throbbing as clear juice ran down to make her hand-job slippery and exciting for both of them. She had really missed this. The sensation of being in charge of something as powerful as the young, muscular guy just by having her hand on his prick. She looked her lust-filled eyes on the head of his boner, watching another drop trickle out of his piss-slit. Her thumb rubbed it off.

"Jesus!" he hissed. "That's so good, Nancy. I've been so fucking horny in here."

"You've got to be really quiet," she warned as she smiled at the handsome young man.

"I will," he promised in a whispering voice. "I'll be careful not to say anything too loud."

"If anyone catches us..."

"I won't make a sound Nancy."

The teasing nurse was really enjoying this. The feel of the surging hardness in her hand was making Nancy's breathing start to become labored. She was getting so hot.

"Are you sure?" she teased, again using the pad of her thumb to rub his piss-slit.

"Ooooh, God!" he groaned, but this time the sound was muffled as he kept his lips tightly clenched.

"Didn't your girlfriend take care of you when she visited today?" Nancy teased, her hand never slowing from that steady rhythm that she was using as she jacked off the young man. "You two were in here alone for almost an hour."

"I tried to talk her into it," he groaned.

"Let Nurse Nancy take care of you, baby," she cooed. "I'll make you come nice, Eddie. Squirt for me! Come hard! Come hard, baby! Let me see your cum!"

The beautiful brunette hadn't done anything this naughty in years. The idea of her standing by the side of a patient's bed and using her soft hand on his ready-to-explode cock was so exciting to Nancy. She felt her pussy creaming and heating up as her fist moved up and down faster. She was horny, too, but she couldn't take the chance of doing anything about it.

Nancy watched the jerking length of his cock, aching to feel it up in her empty cunt. Or hot mouth. Or anywhere that Eddie wanted to put it.

"You've got a pretty prick, Eddie," she whispered as her other hand came up to cup his cum-filled balls. "So nice and hard. Big, too. I love the way it feels."

Nancy was dying to hop up on the bed and ram this raging hard-on into her steaming hot pussy. She felt fairly safe with the curtain pulled around them as she gave him a hand-job, but there was no way that she could concentrate on listening for approaching footsteps with a cock jerking up inside her pussy. For right now, she was going to have to be satisfied with just this much.

"Come, Eddie!" she cooed. "Come for me, baby. Let the nurse make you feel all better."

The young man's hand had drifted over to her hip as she jacked up and down on his lovely hard cock. Nancy felt his fingers kneading into her flesh as he groaned out his pleasure. Very slowly, his hand was moving under her uniform bottom. His hand drifted upward until he was at the top of her thighs.

Along with the new bra that she bought to day, Nancy hand picked up a pair of crotchless white panyhose. In high school, she had never worn any panties, but on this job, her legs had to be covered with white stockings. The idea of having nothing covering her soaking wet pussy was very naughty, and now she was glad that she had worn the crotchless nylons for her shift.

Eddie's fingers continued up, cupping her ass. Suddenly he was touching her furry pussy-hair.

Nancy saw his eyes getting all round and big. "Go ahead," she purred, spreading her legs to give him more room. "It's okay, baby."

The pretty young nurse was writhing in ecstasy as the young man's finger slipped up into her juice-slickened cunt. The feel of a man's hand cupping her fiery pussy was something that Nancy hadn't felt in so long. He slithered up inside her silky tightness. The naughty feel was making her pant wildly.

"Oooooh, Eddie!"

"Can I get you off?" he whispered.

"You sure can!" she gushed as his fingers made wet sounds as he finger-fucked her.

The young man rammed his fingers up into her wonderfully wet and slick and tight fuck-hole a few times, then felt for her clitty. He rubbed his slippery fingers all round the inflamed tip of her erect joy-button using the same rhythm as she was using on his cock.

Nancy whispered with a boiling hunger for this young man. Her fist was pumping up and down in a fury, her other hand squeezing his hairy balls as she worked for that shower of hot cum.

Eddie's fingers were quickly bringing her up to the panting stage of passion.

"You're gonna make me come with you, baby!" she moaned as be started stroking up and down on her hard clitty. "God, Eddie! You're gonna make me come!"

"Jesus, Nancy!" he hissed. "I'm almost there!"

Her knees were getting weak as she approached the wonderful peak of her own orgasm.

"It's gonna shoot up all over the place!" he groaned.

"Come, baby!" she begged, her voice sounding frantic. "Let me see you squirt your cum, Eddie! Do it for me!"

Realizing that this lovely nurse was just about to reach an orgasm, Eddie applied more pressure on her clit. He fucked over the tip of her hard clit, trapping the slippery bud between his thumb and forefinger for a few awesome seconds. Tweaking the slick clit-knob feverishly, he massaged her throbbing hard joy-button.

Nancy's eyes were locked on the head of his cock. The piss-slit was gaping open as her hand slipped up and down. She felt the throbbing hardness jerking with more power as he got so close to coming. She waited anxiously, dying to see that aching spurt of creamy white cum-juice as it shot from the head of Eddie's lovely thick prick.

"Let it go, Eddie!" she groaned. "Shoot it up in the air, baby! Ooooh, now! I'm coming! Do it! Do it now!"

As her pussy clamped down around the two fingers that Eddie had rammed up into her climaxing tightness, Nancy began pumping his jerking cock faster and faster. Her fingers were rippling, moving in a milking rhythm as she felt his climax erupting.

"Get ready!" he growled.

"Ooooh, I am!" she whispered, her cunt-hole squeezing around his fingers.

The smooth cock shoved up hard, the purple head of his angry-looking boner swelling so big that Nancy was afraid it was going to split in two. She squeezed his balls. That did it. He came. God, did he come. His cock erupted.

"Oooooh, baby!" she gushed as the first jet of creamy white juice spurted up in the air.

"Pretty, pretty cum! That's it! Let it go, Eddie! Mmmmm! Give it to me! Ooooh, God!"

The burning hot liquid arched up high as the load of cum emptied from Eddie's balls. The fiery juice came back down over her wrist and hand. She didn't stop moving her hand, knowing that he had more to come.

"Yes, Eddie!" she hissed. "Come hard for me!"

He came and came and came. He was horny. Nancy's pumping fist made his cock squirt time and time again. His lovely fuck-juices covered her hand. It was dripping down over his thighs and his belly.

In the dim light of his room, she could see the glistening cum strung out in ropes of pearly white. Her flaring nostrils were drawing in the scent coming up from all the spilt jism.

She squealed as a final orgasm shuddered through her luscious body.

All the tightness in the young man's body seemed to fall away as his climax ended. The prick in her hand started to soften as the blood drained from the tube of his cock-flesh.

"Jesus!" he hissed.

"I'll be right back," she purred as she let the slimy softness of Eddie's cock slip from her fingers.

Nancy went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. She cleaned up his hairy belly and thighs. When she was done, she looked at the soft thing that had been so hard just a few seconds ago. She could tell that Eddie was embarrassed. He didn't know what to say.

"Did you like that, Eddie?" she asked.

"So did I," she confessed.

"Thanks," he finally said, his grin showing that he really meant it. "I needed that."

"If you get so horny that you can't sleep," she said, impulsively leaning over the bed to get a better look at the prick that she had just cleaned up with the warm washcloth, "give me a ring and I'll come down and take care of you."

"Really?" he gasped.

"Sure, baby." Nancy leaned closer and kissed the baby-soft tip of his cock. "That's what a nurse is here for, you know. Our job is to make sure that you get everything that you need. To make a patient feel better."

Licking out teasingly, the woman felt his hands reaching for the mounds of delight on her chest. Under her lips she felt his prick starting to rise again. Nancy knew that she couldn't take the chance of staying any longer than she already had, but she couldn't tear herself away right then. She wanted to see and feel his cock getting hard again under her soft nuzzling kisses. It did. In seconds Eddie's prick was a raging tower once more.

Nancy laughed as he tickled his cock with her tongue. His hands left her chest, but she could see that he wasn't happy about letting her go.

"You wouldn't believe how good that feels," he groaned, her lips still brushing over his hard-on. "I've never had a girl do this before."

"Maybe next time," she cooed, "I'll suck you off."

"Just a little?" he begged. "Now?"

"Okay," she agreed, dropping her mouth down once more, but this time opening her lips wide.

The young man finally got what he had been wanting. His big thick cock was glistening from her wet tongue-lashing only a few seconds ago.

Tightening her lips around the thick meatiness of his hard prick, the horny nurse took his cock deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth. Her tongue swirled, tasting his delicious male flavor. Moaning, she sucked her hot mouth up and down.

"Ooooh, that's nice," Eddie said.

"If I don't get my ass out of here," she hissed, "I'm going to crawl in bed with you, Eddie."

"I don't mind."

"Go to sleep, Eddie," she giggled as she covered the young man with the sheet.

"You sure you wouldn't rather stay here and take care of me again?"

"If I stay," she said, her eyes flashing in the dim light, "I'd do more than a hand-job, Eddie."

"I'm ready."

"So am I," she said. "But we're not going to do it. I'd get caught for sure. Now, go to sleep."

"Yes, Nurse. Nancy."

As she walked down the hall, Nancy licked her lips. A single drop of his sweet pre-cum was on her lower lip. The taste made her shudder all over as it melted on her tongue.

[obviouslyelementary]

Purple - DaForge

This is a fanfic based on @mostly-natm ‘s art, about how Data’s glow functions like a mood ring and shows off different colors depending on how he feels. 

I hope you enjoy it!

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When they first met, Geordi was amazed by how beautiful Data looked to him. He immediately knew he was a different type of life form, since no one else Geordi had ever seen with his visor ever shone or had an aura around them, but Data did, and it was almost breathtaking. When he talked to Riker, Beverly, or any other crew member, they knew he was different, an android, due to his manner of speaking, his white skin and glowing yellow eyes. But Geordi could see none of that, all he saw was a glow that surrounded him, making him look like a true angel.

As their friendship developed and they spent more and more time together, the glow became an afterthought. As with characteristics you get used with seeing, it became to Geordi just another part of Data's self, another characteristic that made him unique. But it didn't stand out anymore. The glow was yellow and greenish, due to the waves Data's body emitted, and he grew used with seeing those around his best friend as a part, an extension of him.

The glow, however, turned into something to be taken in consideration again, after a few years they had served together. For the most part, it was yellow with some green-ish splashes, but sometimes, just rarely and usually lasting less than a second, new splashes of color seemed to join the usual ones.

It was an afterthought to Geordi, making him believe it was just a function Data was doing at the time that would change his waves. But it became more noticeable after an incident with Spot.

Data did care about that cat like nothing and no one else. Geordi was even bold enough to say Data loved her to pieces, even though he assured him he did not, because he had no feelings. Nothing could convince Geordi of that though, and his suspicions were confirmed, when after a quite bumpy mission, Spot was lost through the ship.

Data requested to all personal to keep their eyes open for Spot, but she was missing for days, and hope began to seem slim. After such a mission, the probability of Spot being hurt or stuck somewhere was high, and while no one wanted to think about it, maybe for Data's own sake, it was something they had to consider.

"My people have looked through all the extension of the Jeffrey tubes... we found nothing" Geordi said as he reported to Data at the end of the day. Data was working by his terminal, and looked up at Geordi with a single nod.

"Thank you Geordi" he said, and looked back down. Indeed his face showed no emotion, but as Geordi stared at him, he began noticing a kind of blue splash of color showing off from Data's body. It was weird, and it pushed the yellow out, as if it was taking its place. Geordi watched in surprise as the blue color took over the entire glow, surrounding Data with a dark color theme.

"Data are you okay?" he asked, surprised and worried, walking closer to his friend, who looked up at Geordi immediately.

"Yes. I am fine" he said, but his glow was still blue. "Why do you ask?"

"Your glow... it changed color" Geordi said, tilting his head, and Data raised an eyebrow while looking at himself and back at Geordi.

"Interesting. I sense nothing wrong with my inner organs, perhaps there is something wrong with your visor?"

"No, it is perfect, I checked it last morning" he assured, touching Data on the arm and pulling away immediately as from that point, a purple wave emerged. "You are changing all over the place!"

"Did it change again?" Data asked, and Geordi nodded.

"Yeah when I touched you, it changed to purple... what is going on Data?"

"I do not know" he admitted, and looked down at his terminal, searching for a possible reason while Geordi watched as the blue glow turned yellow again, slowly.

"Maybe we should give it a look..."

"I believe we should."

 After a long, long research, the closest they came to an answer was a mood swing. Data insisted he did not have emotions, but Geordi insisted it was the only solution to their problem. Assuming they were right, then, Geordi suggested that maybe that was how Data showed feelings.

"It is invisible to everyone, even you, but it's there" Geordi concluded, and Data tilted his head. The yellow turned brighter, and Geordi watched it with curious eyes.

"It does make sense, in a way. A subtle but assuring way of showing that I do have emotions, without overwhelming anyone surrounding me" Data said, looking back at Geordi. "What color is it now?"

"Yellow. It usually is yellow" he said, and the android nodded.

"I see. So whenever I am in the middle of thought process, or just acting normally, the color is yellow. What could have been the cause for my glow to be blue earlier?"

"I think it's because you are sad Spot is missing" Geordi said, and Data looked at him, before giving a slow nod.

"I do miss her."

The glow began changing from yellow to blue again, and Geordi gave him a nod.

"We will find her, don't worry."

With another glance, the blue turned back to yellow, but with a greenish tint to it.

 With a lot, and a lot of search, they were able to find Spot hiding underneath a shuttle at the hangar. The security team brought her back to Data's quarters, where he and Geordi were waiting for any news, and she looked fine although a bit dirty and thin. She hadn't eaten for at least a few days, that was quite a lot. Upon seeing Spot again, Data immediately picked her up from the security hands and kissed her head, petting her as she meowed. Geordi saw the yellow glow turn into orange, with some splash of pink, and once Data put Spot down with a bow of food and water, the pink took over and he stared at her.

Geordi smiled to himself, giving a nod.

"You're all pink now" he said, and Data looked at him.

"My glow?"

"Yes."

"Then it must have something to do with how I experience feelings" Data concluded, looking back at Spot as she ate and drank. "I am feeling grateful that she is back."

"I bet."

 Geordi didn't really tell anyone about the glowing changing colors, specially because he didn't want Data to be uncomfortable. Although he believed he would not be, Geordi couldn't be sure, since he basically saw a part of the android that even he didn't know of.

But it also gave the engineer quite the advantage when dealing with Data, since he knew how the android felt even if he didn't know.

He noticed how his glow turned red when he was angry or uncomfortable, and pink when he was embarrassed or happy. It was easy to read Data like this, but he still didn't know what the purple meant when Geordi interacted with him. With all their other friends, he either remained yellow, or turned into orange or light blue. But with Geordi it was always purple, and he had never seen Data's glow turn purple when he interacted with anything else.

Geordi was so curious that he searched for answer in color meanings, and around other people without really putting it to words, but he found no answer, so he took the question to Data himself.

"Data... do you know why every time I touch you or we interact, your glow turns purple?" he asked, and Data looked at him from his terminal, watching as Geordi played with Spot, again, his glow began turning purple, and pink.

"Is it an unusual color?" he asked, and Geordi nodded.

"Yeah it only turns purple around me."

"Then maybe you are special in some way" Data suggested, standing up and walking to Geordi, sitting next to him while still watching Spot play by the engineer's feet. "You are my best friend."

"But for friends your colors are usually yellow, or blue. Never purple."

"I have no answer for you Geordi, other than I believe you are special in some way."

Geordi looked at Data, and he was staring right back, his glow completely purple now. He was unsure if Data could feel it, but the tension became high at how close they were, and Geordi was hyper aware of their legs and arms pressed together. His whole vision was purple now. It gave the room a nice tint of color.

They moved closer like weak magnets, slow and not even realizing it, until their noses bopped together and Geordi gasped softly, pulling away and blushing all over the place.

"I-I'm sorry" he whispered, but Data reached out, holding Geordi's face and making him swallow thickly. Then, the android moved forward again, and tilted his head before their lips were touching, and Geordi shut his eyes out of pure bliss.

He could still see behind his eyelids, but it didn't matter.

Purple turned into red and blue, and Geordi felt at peace as they pulled away, lips taking a second before breaking apart. Geordi looked at Data, surprised and completely in bliss, while he looked back at him, blinking slowly.

"What color am I now?" he asked, and Geordi gave him a small chuckle and a shy smile.

"Red and blue."

"I see."

They looked at each other, before they leaned in and kissed again, neither really caring anymore about their surroundings.

They would have to study those colors later.

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