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How to Share Files in Flutter

Flutter is a popular framework for building mobile apps. Sharing files in Flutter is a common feature many apps need. This article will guide you on how to share files using Flutter, including how to share multiple file types like images, PDFs, videos, and documents.

Why Share Files in Flutter?

Sharing files is important in many apps. It allows users to share content with others quickly. For example:

Sending photos to friends.

Sharing documents for work.

Sending videos to family.

How to Share Files in Flutter?

Flutter makes it easy to share files. i will explain a step-by-step guide below:

Step 1: Add Dependencies

First, you need to add the required dependencies to your pubspec.yaml file. The share_plus package is a popular choice for sharing files.

dependencies: flutter: sdk: flutter share_plus: ^3.0.4

Step 2: Import the Package

Next, import the share_plus package in your Dart file.

import 'package:share_plus/share_plus.dart';

Step 3: Share a Single File

To share a single file, you can use the Share.shareFiles method. Here is an example of sharing an image file:

void shareImage() { Share.shareFiles(['path/to/image.jpg'], text: 'Check out this image!'); }

Step 4: Share Multiple Files

You can also share multiple files at once. This can include images, PDFs, videos, and documents. Here is how you do it:

void shareMultipleFiles() { Share.shareFiles( [ 'path/to/image.jpg', 'path/to/document.pdf', 'path/to/video.mp4', 'path/to/another_image.png', ], text: 'Here are some files for you!' ); }

Benefits of Sharing Multiple Files in Flutter

Convenience- Users can share multiple files in one go, saving time.

Flexibility- Supports different file types like images, PDFs, videos, and documents.

User Experience- Improves the overall experience by making file sharing easy.

Sharing files in Flutter is easy with the share_plus package. Whether you need to share a single file or multiple files, Flutter provides a simple way to do it. This feature is essential for many apps, making it a valuable skill for Flutter developers. Use the steps above to add file-sharing capabilities to your app and enhance your users' experience.

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Mysig Stuga – Red Summer Cottage in the Swedish Countryside 🇸🇪✨

Nestled in a meadow of wildflowers and whispering grass, Mysig Stuga is the kind of place where time slows down and summer lingers just a little longer. This charming red cottage is a heartfelt tribute to classic Swedish country life – warm, cozy, and filled with stories. 🌻

Outside, geese waddle past laundry lines fluttering in the breeze. A weathered bathtub turned into a rustic pool sits beside a tiny splash pond, perfect for sun-drenched afternoons. A wooden shed serves as a humble workshop, surrounded by blooms that grow wild and free.

Inside, you'll find a lived-in kitchen with a traditional wood-burning stove, made for baking cinnamon buns and heating hearts. There's a laundry room, two bathrooms (including an ensuite for the parents), a snug nursery, and a shared kids' bedroom with twin beds.

A tiny art studio doubles as a home office, while a cozy handcrafting room next to the living space invites your Sims to knit, stitch, and sew their way through the seasons. Multiple balconies and sun-drenched terraces create seamless transitions between indoors and out.

It’s not just a house – it’s a slow summer dream in red and gold. ✨

🌿✨ This build is part of a magical collab with the wonderful @simsshira! ✨🌿 Together we brought Swedish summer dreams to life – with cozy countryside vibes and a festive Midsommar celebration. While I built the lots, Simsshira breathed life into them through her beautiful storytelling and warm-hearted roleplay. Check out her take on this world on Patreon, Instagram, TikTok, YouTube – you won’t want to miss the magic she’s created! 💛🌸

Thanks to all creators who made this house possible with their CC, like @animefemme69, @atticwindowatdawn, @chicklet, @dk-sims, @K-hippie, @kkbsmm, @ktaebwi, @lady-moriel, @msteaqueen, @tububsubub and many more.

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You'll regret that

This is a part 2 to my fanfiction "Wanna say that again", so the reader and Spencer have already created an established relationship!

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing= spencer reid x bau!reader

𓆩♡𓆪wc= 2.6k of pure smut...

𓆩♡𓆪cw= dom!spencer, bau!reader, degredation, overstimulation, unprotected sex, piv, slight exhibition, bondage, multiple orgasms, oral sex (m and f recieving), veryyyy dom!spencer

It was a typical Tuesday morning in the BAU office, the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the murmur of early-bird agents shuffling through case files. You grabbed your favorite mug from the cupboard, the chipped one with the fading "World's Best Profiler" slogan, and filled it to the brim. The steam curled up, warming your nose as you took a tentative sip, savoring the bitter taste. The office was abuzz with the chatter of colleagues, but you had learned to tune it out, focusing instead on the upcoming meeting.

As you walked into the conference room, the hum of conversation grew louder. You nodded at the familiar faces, your eyes lingering for a brief moment on Spencer Reid, the young genius of the team. His eyes met yours, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. The secret you two shared was like a silent dance between you, a secret rhythm that played only for the two of you. You knew the risks of your clandestine relationship, but the thrill was intoxicating, a secret spice to your otherwise routine life.

The meeting began with the usual round of updates, each agent recounting their findings from the weekend's case. Spencer spoke with his usual eloquence, his words painting a picture of the unsub's mind so vivid that you could almost feel the chill of the room. His eyes flicked to you occasionally, a silent reminder of the intimate moments you had stolen from the jaws of their work-filled days.

As the discussion grew more heated, a joke slipped out of your mouth, aimed at lightening the mood. "You know, Spencer's not the kind of guy I'd want to date," you quipped, a playful smile playing on your lips. The room erupted in laughter, everyone knowing the type—intelligent, yes, but socially awkward and obsessed with his work. But Spencer's reaction was not what you had expected. His eyes narrowed, and his smile faltered for a second, the room's amusement bouncing off him like a bullet ricocheting in an empty chamber. The tension was palpable, a sudden drop in the room's temperature that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

The meeting trudged on, but the atmosphere had shifted. Spencer's gaze remained on you, his eyes a stormy sea of blue-green. You tried to ignore it, focusing on the case at hand, but every time you caught his eye, your heart skipped a beat. Was he really upset? Surely, he knew you didn't mean it, that it was just a joke to ease the tension. Or was there something deeper there, a hidden wound that you had unknowingly prodded?

As soon as the meeting concluded, you retreated to the safety of your desk, your phone buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out, expecting to see a message from your mom asking about your weekend plans. Instead, it was a text from Spencer: "That wasn't funny." Your stomach plummeted. He was mad. Really mad. You typed out a quick apology, but before you could hit send, another text popped up: "You'll regret that." The screen went dark, but the words lingered in your mind, casting a shadow over the rest of your day.

You couldn't focus on the case files spread out before you, your thoughts racing. What did he mean? Was he going to tell the others? Your heart pounded in your chest as you imagined the consequences. The whispers, the glances, the potential ruin of both your reputations. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. No, Spencer wouldn't do that. He was smarter than that. But the doubt remained, a sour taste in your mouth, mixing with the coffee that had gone cold.

Just when you thought you couldn't bear the anticipation any longer, the new case briefing was called. A serial killer on the loose in a small town in Arizona, leaving a trail of bizarre ritualistic murders. The team packed up their gear, the usual banter replaced by a solemn silence that matched the gravity of the situation. You exchanged a brief, tense look with Spencer as you boarded the plane, his expression unreadable behind his thick-rimmed glasses.

The flight was a blur, the hours stretching out like the desert landscape below. You stared at the clouds, wondering how to fix this. How to explain that the joke was just that—a joke. But you knew Spencer, and you knew that words alone wouldn't be enough. He was a man of action, of logic, and of passion. You would need to show him that you didn't mean it, that your feelings for him were genuine.

Upon landing, you all piled into the rented SUVs and made your way to the hotel. The GPS announced your arrival with a cheerful chime, and you stepped out into the blistering heat. The hotel lobby was a welcome respite, cool and dimly lit. You checked in, the receptionist handing you a room key with a smile. "Agents," she said, nodding at the group, "you're all on the same floor. Your rooms are quite close to each other." Your stomach tightened—there was no escape from the tension that now filled the air like a dense fog.

You took the elevator up, the mirrored walls reflecting your uneasy expression. The doors slid open, and you stepped into the corridor, the carpet muffling the sound of your footsteps. The hotel was eerily quiet, the only noises the distant murmur of the TV from a neighboring room and the faint hum of the air conditioning. Each of you had been assigned a room, but they were all in close proximity, a fact that weighed heavily on your mind. You found your room, two doors down from Spencer's, and let yourself in, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat outside.

You had barely unpacked your suitcase when there was a knock. Your heart leaped into your throat, and you knew it was him. You took a deep breath, steeled yourself, and opened the door. Spencer stood in the hallway, his tie loosened, his suit jacket slung over one arm. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes searched yours for an explanation.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice tight. You nodded, stepping aside to let him enter. The door clicked shut behind him, and the tension in the room grew so thick you could almost touch it. "I told you that you would regret that" he said with almost a sensual tone.

Without another word, Spencer began to walk towards you, his eyes filled with a dark intensity you had never seen before. Before you could react, your back was against the wall, and his lips were on yours. The kiss was fierce, possessive, and it sent shockwaves through your body. His hands roamed over you, his fingers digging into your hips, and you realized that he was not playing around. He broke away, his breath hot against your cheek, and whispered, "I'll show you just how much you want me."

He stepped back, his gaze never leaving yours as he unbuttoned his shirt. His tie came off next, and you watched, frozen, as he approached you again, the fabric trailing like a snake in his wake. Before you could protest, he had you walking towards the bed, falling with a small thyud as he pinned you to the bed, his strong hands tying your wrists to the headboard with the silky material. You felt a mix of fear and arousal, the thrill of the unknown making your pulse race. He straddled you, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic spark.

"You think you can mock me?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You'll see just how much you want this." His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn't find the strength to fight him. He kissed you again, hard and demanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip until it bled. You gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. His hands began to explore your body, his touch both rough and calculated, each stroke and caress designed to drive you wild.

Your body responded against your will, your breath hitching as he pulled your shirt over your head, his eyes devouring you. You felt the cold silk of the tie around your wrists as he secured you to the bed, his tie a crimson sash against the stark white of the sheets. "Scream for me," he murmured, his voice a dark caress against your ear. "Let them all hear how much you love it."

He began with a slow, deliberate kiss, his teeth grazing your skin as he worked his way down your neck. You whimpered, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. His hands moved to your breasts, squeezing and pinching until you arched off the bed, the pain blossoming into something else entirely. You tried to protest, but the words were lost in a moan as he claimed your mouth again, his tongue tangling with yours in a dance of dominance.

Spencer's grip on your wrists tightened, the tie biting into your skin as he flipped you over, your bound hands now above your head. His hands roamed down your body, skimming over your waist and hips before settling on your thighs. He pushed them apart, and you felt a rush of cold air against your wetness. "You're already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I guess you do want this, don't you?" His finger traced your slit, teasing you, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

With a smirk, he slammed into you, and the force of his thrust made you gasp. His pace was relentless, each stroke hitting you deeper than the last. You could feel the fabric of the tie cutting into your skin, a reminder of your own words. He whispered cruel things in your ear, calling you a slut, a whore, his voice a dark symphony that only seemed to drive you higher. You screamed his name, the sound muffled by the pillow he had shoved against your face. The team members in the adjacent rooms had to be able to hear you, but he didn't seem to care. If anything, it only spurred him on, his hips pounding into you with a ferocity that bordered on violent.

You lost count of the orgasms that ripped through you, your body trembling and begging for mercy. Each time you thought it was over, he would start again, bringing you to the brink only to pull back, leaving you panting and desperate. When he finally allowed you release, he was merciless, filling you with his cum and then pulling out, his dick still hard. He rolled you onto your back, and before you could catch your breath, he was pressing into your mouth, his eyes boring into yours as he fucked himself into you until completion. He painted your face with his cum, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction as you choked on your own sobs.

"Sir," you whimpered, your voice hoarse from screaming, "please…I can't…" But he wasn't listening. He was already sliding down your body, his tongue tracing a path down your stomach to your soaked pussy. You squirmed, too sensitive from the punishment he had just delivered, but his grip on your thighs was unyielding. "Doctor, please," you begged, using his title as a last-ditch effort to regain some semblance of control. But he only chuckled, his breath hot against your skin.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured, his tongue flicking over your clit. "I love the way you beg for it." He lapped at you with an enthusiasm that was both terrifying and thrilling, his teeth grazing your sensitive flesh. You writhed, trying to escape the relentless assault, but he held you firmly in place. You felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, despite your protests, and your body betrayed you, arching off the bed to meet his mouth.

As you came, he groaned in appreciation, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking hard. You screamed into the pillow, your entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. He didn't stop, even when your sobs grew louder, even when your legs began to shake uncontrollably. He only paused to kiss you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth with the same dominance he had shown earlier. "I love the taste of you on my tongue," he whispered, and you felt a strange mix of disgust and arousal.

When he finally pulled away, you lay there, panting and trembling, the tie around your wrists loosening. He leaned over you, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction that sent a shiver down your spine. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a soft caress that belied the storm raging inside him. "And everyone will know it." He kissed you once more, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste himself on you, before rising and leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

You were left alone, your body sore and your mind racing. What had just happened? You had never seen this side of Spencer before, never knew he had it in him to be so… intense. So dominating. As you lay there, the echoes of your own cries still ringing in your ears, you realized that your relationship had just taken a very dark turn. And for some reason, you were sure that you didn't want it to end.

The next morning, you emerged from your room, feeling as though you were stepping into the lion's den. Your coworkers exchanged knowing glances, their smirks and whispers following you down the hallway like a trail of breadcrumbs leading back to your room. "Sounds like someone had a good night," JJ said with a wink, and you felt your cheeks flush. The elevator ride down to breakfast was a silent agony, the weight of their assumptions pressing down on you like a lead blanket.

When you entered the dining area, the chatter of the team died down, and all eyes turned to you. You forced a laugh, hoping it sounded natural. "What happened?" you asked, playing coy. "I'm a heavy sleepeer, so I didn't hear anything." But as you sat down at the table, you couldn't help but feel the heat of Spencer's gaze on you from across the room. He had the same devilish smirk on his face that he'd worn the night before, and your stomach flipped at the memory of his hands on your body, his teeth on your skin.

As the day progressed, the tension between you and Spencer grew more palpable. You couldn't read his intentions, couldn't tell if he was going to reveal your secret or if he was just biding his time. The case was demanding, the murders more gruesome than any you'd seen before, but all you could think about was the way he had made you feel. Used. Wanted. Terrified. Exhilarated. The line between love and obsession was blurring, and you weren't sure which side you were on anymore.

That evening, as the team gathered in the makeshift war room of the local precinct, you found yourself avoiding Spencer's gaze. But every time you did glance his way, you saw the challenge in his eyes, the promise of more to come. And despite the fear that coiled in your belly, you felt yourself responding, your body betraying you once again. You knew you had to find a way to navigate this new dynamic, to keep your secrets buried deep, because if the BAU found out, it would be the end of everything. But as you sat there, surrounded by your colleagues, all you could think about was when you would be alone with Spencer again, and what he would do to you next.

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Rodimus has fallen in love and is about to bond with Getaway. When Ratchet and Drift sit him down and show him evidence of Getaway cheating and he's devastated.

Personally I can never see Rodimus ever liking Getaway in any capacity but I can see them using each other as a quick frag when they first meet.

Its one of the worst experiences Rodimus has in his life and he doesn’t even overload. Getaway asked and he made a face before standing up and just walking out of Getaway’s hab completely unsatisfied and going to meet up with one of his aft call bots that he knows will get him off.

That night he heads to join, Cyclonus, Tailgate and Whirl for a frag session because he needs three very well experienced and nasty mechs to get the horrible feeling and thought of Getaway out of his memory files and off his frame.

He’s feeling a lot more satisfied hours later when he leaves the trios hab with a nice limp in his gate and a tiredness only a good fragging can give a bot.

He doesn’t think of Getaway or their horrible time until he and his crew stop on a planet and he meets the con twins Skyquake and Dreadwing. He’s smiling so wide with his spoiler bouncing and valve twitching just itching for a fun time as he locks optics with the two.

Before he knows it he’s bent wide over with two huge spikes stuffing his port like the spike slut he is as they both thrust inside of him with a servo choking his neck cables just the way he likes it and another slapping his sensitive valve raw.

Its when they finish and carry him back to his ship for Magnus to take does he see Getaway glaring at him and he’s so confused as to why until he remembers the horrible time they had together and immediately pushes the thought aside with a shiver of disgust.

Really, there was no way the mech actually thought lasting less than five minutes was gonna sate him. He knows he’s a slut but even sluts need more than five minutes.

He purposely tries to never think on the encounter again only to have the same issue when he’s on the bridge.

Magnus and Megatron are standing on either side of him, servos gently caressing both his sides making his tanks flutter and his aft wiggle as he smiles giddy and leans into them.

He’s thinking of all the fun they’ll have together as they usher him towards the door where it opens to reveal Getsway glaring angrily at him making him confused all over again.

Its Magnus stepping forward asking what Getaway needs with a clipped tone that makes the other look away and walk off.

He feels himself shiver in pure disgust as he remembers once again, how terrible their time was and how pitiful his stroke game felt. He tells the two as much after Megatron stares down where Getaway was last seen. He doesn’t want the mech to get hurt but he does wish he’d stay away from him.

He gives Magnus a nice, long surprise under the desk gift after making sure Getaway had a completely different schedule than him. He helped the mech organize two book shelves after, he didn’t care at all for stuff like that, but it made Magnus smile and happy so he did it.

He was having his fun as usual with the conjunx pair and the conjunx trio along with a spike swirl for Rewind and Chromedome as a job well done on helping repair a part of the ship. Along with letting Nautica use her servo to spank him when her frustrations became too much. He allowed Skids to watch and couldn’t help giggling at how the mech got so nervous when he moaned looking his way.

Rodimus was, to put it frankly, a slut.

He was decepticon share ware when he was Hot rod and changing to Rodimus, even when he was Rodimus prime, did nothing to curb his need for spike. Sure it lowered his libido but that put it on the healthy high scale instead of beyond the high scale. His doc First aid was grateful while he worked it so he could enjoy the more deeply kinky intimate parts of fragging instead of going so rough he would break.

He’s been on berth leave multiple times for having his insides shifted and his valve sprained.

“Hey Roddy,” he felt his spoiler bounce and his tank soften, his optics felt softer at the sight of Drift coming towards him. But that changed when he noticed the mech looking unhappy.

“What’d I do?”

He never fragged Drift or Ratchet.

They never invited him to berth so he never flirted or did anything inappropriate.

He was a slut.

Not a creep or perv who couldn’t respect boundaries.

“Nothing Roddy, you haven’t done anything,” Drift reassured. The mech put an arm around his waist like he always did and led him back to his hab where Ratchet was sitting down waiting for them.

He sat between the two on the couch and felt an awkward tension resting heavily in the room.

He felt better having Ratchet shift him onto his lap but he still felt nervous.

“Okay, whats up guys? What’d I do?”

“Roddy,” Drift sighed his designation and he was quick to apologize, “Stop that. You didn’t do anything kid. We just wanted to talk.”

His optic ridges touched but he nodded.

“Its about you and Getaway,” Ratchet said after a moment silence, “the mechs been….”

“He’s been stalking you, even with your two different schedules,” Drift finished, his fangs poked out and his servos were tight.

“Stalking me? But..why? We aren’t a thing…I’ve never…”

“Aw damnit.”

“Kid?”

“The first few days in…I..um..well its cause of that. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it,” Rodimus sighed rubbing his face plate and going to stand when Ratchet and Drift held him in place on the medics lap.

“He harrassin ya cause he wants ya in berth again?”

The way both of them of them lock onto him, protective fields shrouding him making it hard to vent but so easy to melt against.

“No..I..I don’t know what he wants..I..well..I like to..explore my options..sometimes,” he blushed in a dazed.

“Kid ya like spike. We know. The crew knows. A lot of cybertron knows. It’s fine kid. I’m called the party ambulance for a reason.”

“We know your reputation Roddy. We don’t care.”

“Speak for yourself kid. I’m happy you’ve slowed down and haven’t caught any viruses. First aid used to have a mental breakdown when he had to out your valve back into place.”

“Ratchet!”

“What Kid? Its fine. I’ve popped mine back into place a few times myself,” Ratchet shrugged at Rodimus who looked…beyond shell shocked even if he shouldn’t. His reputation was very well known.

“I..how long have you two know?”

“Since we’ve known you,” Drift said easily, he was still angry but the digit he used to brush along Rodimus’s cheek was anything but. It was hard not to lean into it.

“Wait..if you knew I was share ware,” Drift’s servo gripping his face plate giving him a sharp look made him back track.

“I mean, used to be shareware,” he rushes. It still doesn’t loosen Drifts hold so he continues.

“Why are you always inviting me over and having me spend the night if you know I’m a spike slut?”

Maybe he should’ve put more thought into all the times they had him sit on their laps or would cuddle with him in berth and make sure he couldn’t leave. Or when he’d cook dinner and lunch every day and one of them always digit fed him with a now noticeably lame excuse of “we want to make sure you eat enough.”

“Told ya we’d have to spell it out,” Ratchet grouched, wrapping his arms around the speedster who felt weary but unafraid.

“We like you Roddy. More than what you think,” Drift interrupted his musings, thumb rubbing his cheek.

“We’ve been in love with you for a very long time now and we’re pretty sure you feel the same. Even if you don’t want to admit it,” Drift finished.

“Kid you run faster than Blurr from affection thats not a one night sexual conquest. So we figured it best to ease you into the idea of being with us. We don’t have any intent to change who you are. We know you love spike and we’re fine with it. We just want you to come home to us at the end of it.”

He felt his optics watering and he wanted to hide.

They were right of course.

He was afraid of romantic feelings, relationships, love.

But when it came to the two mechs holding him he couldn’t help but fall in love.

Subconsciously he lessened the amount of mechs he’d sleep with on a drastic scale the more time he spent with them intimately.

He didn’t want to give up his frag sessions with Megatron and Minimus or the wild rides with Cyclonus, Tailgate and Whirl, but he hadn’t really ventured out much aside from basic non penetration with Nautica, Chromedome and Rewind and letting Skids watch. Of course he had fun with Skyquake and Dreadwing, but he didn’t leave his comm number like he usually did for a second round.

“I don’t..please don’t..”

“Relax kid, we know. We know,” Ratchet let him curl up and hide.

It was embarrassing as it was needed.

“I’m not..you picked wrong. You shouldn’t want me.”

The engine rev from Ratchet was the first real warning and he kept silent.

“We know exactly who we picked Rodimus and we aren’t picking anyone else but the three of us.”

That was the second warning, hearing his designation from Drift was always serious and while his insecurities were tugging at him, he let Ratchets warm servo rubbing his thigh quiet the storm.

They stayed like that for a while.

Sitting on the couch until Rodimus felt Ratchet’s signs of stiffness.

He fell into rhythm without thinking much as he shifted and stood helping the mech up and using his outlier to warm the space between them.

Eventually they retired to berth where Ratchet and Drift locked Rodimus in a tangle of limbs.

He didn’t mind. It was grounding.

Helped him feel without panicking.

He looked down and let his digits curl loosely between theirs and day dreamed.

They didn’t say anything. Didn’t push or rush him.

They just enjoyed their time together and that made things feel..as easy as onlining.

Rodimus didn’t see or hear about Getaway after that but he did notice Drift cleaning energon off his sword and Ratchet wiping energon from his med kit.

He figured it best not to ask.

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All in a Day's Work

Kjerstin x Vivica | FxF | Allergy

NSFW!!

CW: Excessive Sneezing, Mess, Lesbian Shenanigans Just an indulgent piece featuring Kjerstin and Vivica. Kjerstin is working hard on a murder case when Vivica invites her to bed. Things get wild from there.

Suddenly, the door to their Bronzeville condominium swung open, and in breezed Kjerstin Madicken Blomkvist, the epitome of Swedish beauty with a dash of Chicago grit. Her silver-blue eyes were glued to the case file in her hand, her straight nose scrunched in concentration. The faint sound of her wedding ring, a simple yet elegant band of white gold, clanked rhythmically against the folder as she sneezed violently. "Hihh-HDZCHHH'iu! HDZChh'iu! Huhh'GDZCHHiuh!"

Vivica Latoya Baxter looked up from her laptop, her heart fluttering with concern for her 5'10" partner. Her own allergies were flaring up, and she knew all too well the misery that accompanied the relentless siege of sneezes. She popped a candy-coated allergy pill into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "Babe," she called out, her voice a velvety purr, "You need a break from that shit."

Kjerstin, her shoulder-length blonde hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, glanced up from the file, her eyes red and watery. She sniffled, the dragon tattoo on her left arm seeming to coil in agitation with her. "It's just these damn allergies," she muttered, her low-pitched, nasally tone thick with annoyance. "This case isn't going to solve itself."

"Honey, you sound like you're wading in snot." Vivica groaned, wiping her own nose. "The least you can do is take a break." She looked at the grandfather clock in the study room, estimating that three hours elapsed from when Kjerstin sat down to when she corresponded with Hadassah on multiple accounts of the same case.

Kjerstin sneezed again, her blonde hair flying with the force. "HDzCHHih! HDZCHHjiu! HASZCHHHiuh!" She closed the file, rubbing her eyes. "Fan också. [Fuck it], I'll watch some TV--,"

"And you're not watching more murder mysteries or NCIS." Vivica warned, her tinted lips pursing shut. "You need something to clear that head of yours, something more…stimulating." She winked, her dark brown eyes sparkling mischievously.

Kjerstin reached for some Kleenex to catch yet another flurry of sneezes. "Hkkk'TSCHHiuh! HDDZCHH'iu! HTSCHHH'iu! Heh-HESZCHHiuu! HDZCHHHiuh! Heh-IGGSCHHih! Hahh-IDZCHHHiuh!" Before Kjerstin knew it, her dear wife was already escorting her to their shared bedroom, which was colored a beautiful baby blue with purple velvet sheets. The moment Kjerstin opened her eyes, she peered at Vivica with suspicion. "If you think a chat in bed is gonna help, you--,"

"Hush, my love," Vivica said, her fingers tracing the contours of Kjerstin's face. "I have something much more…intimate in mind." Vivica guided her taller lover to the bed, even though she was feeling sneezy all the way through.

Kjerstin's silver-blue eyes narrowed, but she allowed herself to be led. Her curiosity piqued, she sat down heavily, the springs groaning under her weight. "What's this all about?" Kjerstin's right hand flew to her nostrils, pinching them shut. Apparently, she was trying not to sneeze, but she failed at the attempt. "Hghh'KGHnT!" She stifled what seemed to be a deafening sneeze.

Vivica smirked, her own nose twitching slightly as she took in the room. It was pristine, not a speck of dust to be found, a testament to her meticulous cleaning habits. She had an allergy to dust, after all. "You've been working too hard, Ker," she said, using her pet name for Kjerstin, which made the taller woman's heart flutter. "Let me take care of you for a change."

Kjerstin's eyes searched Vivica's, looking for the punchline. But all she found was sincerity. Her heart rate picked up, and she swallowed hard, feeling the heat of anticipation coil in her stomach. "Jag förstår. [I understand]," she murmured, her voice thick with something she couldn't quite name. "Do what you want with me."

"That's more like it." Vivica removed Kjerstin's ever-present bomber jacket, letting it fall to the floor. "Allow me to get your mind off of politics and murder mysteries."

"And y-you duhh-don't miIHH-DZCHHHih! Mind if I… HrrIDZCHHiu! HDZCHHiu! HDZCHHHiuu! Sdeeze od you?" Kjerstin managed to ask through another round of sneezes, her body trembling slightly as Vivica's warm hands touched her.

Vivica chuckled, her own allergies forgotten for the moment. "You know I love it when you're a mess, babe," she said, her voice low and teasing. She began to unbutton Kjerstin's blue blouse, revealing the black lacy bra beneath. "It's all part of the fun."

"Famous last words…" Kjerstin sniffled and cleared her throat, trying not to let out more sneezes. Before Kjerstin even reacted, Vivica leaned in to kiss her, the movements languid and carefree.

Their lips met with a passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface. Kjerstin's eyes closed involuntarily as Vivica's tongue traced her lower lip, tasting the sweetness of her. The scent of their combined allergies filled the air, but they were lost in each other. The room spun as Vivica's hands slipped to Kjerstin's waist, her fingers dancing over the fabric of her khakis. The button and the zipper came undone, revealing a pair of red silk panties.

Vivica's eyes lit up, and she smirked. "There we go…" she murmured, her voice a sweet caress against Kjerstin's skin. She trailed kisses down her wife's neck, feeling the pulse race beneath her lips. Vivica was about to talk to Kjerstin about how obedient she was when Kjerstin removed Vivica's rimless square glasses from her face. "Well, it looks like someone's eager."

"It's you." Kjerstin sniffled wetly as she gazed at her, "Why the hell wouldn't I be?"

Vivica's smile grew, and she took Kjerstin's hand, placing it on her own neck, feeling the warmth of her touch. "Take your shirt off, love," she whispered, her eyes half-closed with desire.

Kjerstin obeyed with no hesitation. If Kjerstin was honest, she wanted Vivica inside her right now, fingering her to the depths of time. But she knew that Vivica had something special planned, and she was willing to let the moment unfold. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to sneeze again, and began to peel off her blouse. The moment she removed her blouse and pants, Kjerstin looked over to Vivica with one hand over her bra. Blue eyes darted towards her lover with a mischievous smile. Kjerstin unhooked her own bra, revealing a pair of large breasts.

"Guess it's my turn." Vivica laughed as she removed her gray sleek dress, revealing a yellow bra and matching panties. She then removed the hooks of her own bra, and a pair of dark tan, ample breasts tumbled out. "Well, shit, look at you!"

Kjerstin couldn't help but laugh through her congestion. "C'mon, it was your idea!" she said, her voice nasal and thick with lust. She watched as Vivica's nimble fingers danced over her own curves, tracing the swells of her breasts before sliding down to her navel.

Before they knew it, the topic of allergies returned with a vengeance. As Vivica's manicured fingers rubbed Kjerstin's breasts, she felt a violent tickle flare in her nostrils. The smile suddenly faded and rhythymic breathing fortold a impending sneezing fit. "Hold it, babe." Vivica continued to explore her wife's body as she caressed her throughout.

Kjerstin looked at Vivica with increasingly watery eyes, her nostrils flaring widely. She dared not speak, as she felt that she'd sneeze all over her wife. However, the tickle, yearning, begging, and burning weren't about to go unnoticed.

Snnnrkkk…. Kghmm… Snnnnrkkkk!

Kjerstin tried to hold everything together, and her nose burned with that need to sneeze. Her chest convulsed, and her eyes watered profusely. She looked at Vivica with a pleading gaze, but Vivica just chuckled, her own allergies forgotten in the face of her wife's distress. "Come on, Ker," she murmured, "Get yourself together."

Apparently, "get yourself together" translated to "just sneeze already," because not even a second before Vivica told her to get herself together was when Kjerstin's back arched, letting out a forceful, drenching "Hurrr-IIISSCHHHH-IUHH!" all over her.

Vivica blinked once… Twice… And before she could bless her wife, Kjerstin geared up for another sneeze. Or many, given how largely her nostris flared. "HRRESZCHHHiu! HEHh-KDZCHHHiu! HEHHHSCHHHiuh! HEDZCHHHiu!" The sneezes sprayed all over Vivica's breasts and body. "HDDZCHHHiu! HDZCHHHiu! HDZCHHHuhh! Heh-ASSSCHHHiuuh!"

"Bless you…" There came Vivica's hoarse reply. At that point, there was no holding back. She felt a giggle bubble up in her chest, the absurdity of the moment breaking through the tension like a knife through butter. "You're such a mess," she said, her voice filled with affection and amusement as she watched Kjerstin's body convulse with each sneeze.

"I… HESZCHHHiuh! HEZCHHHiuh! HRRDZCHHHiuh! HaAHDZCHHH-SHIIEW!" Kjerstin's powerful sneezes coated Vivica, but the other lady cared less for the messiness. "Sorry… I--hehh!! Hadd'ZCHHHIU! HEDZCHHHiu! HKKTSZCHHiu!"

"Honey, don't apologize." Vivica cooed, "It's one of the reasons I married you." She leaned in to kiss Kjerstin's cheek, the smell of her sneezes oddly comforting.

"Oh, I forgot." Kjerstin chuckled, which sounded more like a snortle. "I… hehh… HDD'NXxGHT! NGhhT! HGGGNT! Heh-HDZzZ'CHHiu!" The sneeze that exploded out of her failed to quench the burning itch. In fact, the sneezes made the tickle much worse. "HESCHHHiu! Hehh-HDZCHHHiuu! Hkk'TSCHiu!"

"Oh god…" Vivica moaned as she pressed her own body on Kjerstin's, the wetness coagulating with perfumed skin. She looked down at her own chest, her nipples hardening with each spray of Kjerstin's sneezes. "You're so fucking hot."

Kjerstin blushed, her eyes watering even more from the effort of holding back another explosion. "Viv… I can't… Hehh-HEHH! HGH'KZCHHH! Hdd'KZCHHHihh! HDZCHHHiu! HGDZCHHH-iU!" Try as she might, Kjerstin couldn't quite hold it together, the new sneezes spraying over the bed. Whatever the case, Vivica found her way to Kjerstin's panties, her manicured hand touching the depths of Kjerstin's clit. "Ahhh… Viv…!"

"I know you're sensitive, baby," Vivica murmured, her own voice thick with desire. She began to rub Kjerstin's clit in slow, deliberate circles, watching as her wife's body responded, arching and bucking under her touch. "But we're gonna make this work."

" Fan, vad skönt det känns…! [Fuck, that feels good…!]" Kjerstin's tongue inadvertently reverted back to its Swedish origins as she felt Vivica's fingers prod at her clit. Suddenly, she felt Vivica go much slower than usual. "You love it when I speak Swedish, don't ya?"

"Yeah, I do, babe." Vivica's voice was a soft whisper, her eyes dark with passion. "It's so…exotic."

"Ja, I know… Wu-wait… HEhhh… Hehhh…" Kjerstin's nostrils, which were already pretty prominent by Scandinavian standards, flared to twice their size. "Hehh… Hiihh…."

"Honey, you don't gotta hold back. Just let it out." Vivica pleaded.

"Hehh-hehhh-hehhh…ITKKZCHHHiuh! HDZCHHHihh! HDZCHHHiu! HDD'KTSCHHiu! Heh! HDZCHHHiu! HDZCHHiuh! Hehh… HEZCHHHHiuh! HDZCHHHiuh! Hehh-HAHHH-HDZCHHHiuh! HDZCHHHH'yiu! HTTT'ZCHHhhIUUU!" Kjerstin sneezed, sneezed, and sneezed all over her. With it came the warmth of ecstacy and lust. Then, Kjerstin did something bold. She threw herself on to Vivica, which caused the latter to release her grip from inside her panties. She braced herself, awaiting the inevitable explosion. "Hehh… ihh… ahhh… AHH'EDZCHHHHiuu!" The moment Kjerstin sneezed, she pressed her nostrils onto Vivica's neck, the wetness making Vivica jolt.

"Fuck, I love you, Ker." Vivica gasped, her voice hoarse with arousal as Kjerstin's sneeze hit her neck. She wrapped her arms around Kjerstin's waist, pulling her closer, her own need for release building. "You're so…so…sexy."

"You too, hon." Kjerstin smiled as the two kissed. Time seemed to pause as they kissed eith the intensity of a thousand suns. But before Kjerstin could even take a breather, her nose tickled again. "Heh-Heh… HGGGHKZCHH! Hehh! HDD'CHSCHHH! HEhh'IDZCHHHiuh!!" Her body arched as she sneezed into Vivica's neck, her breasts pressing against her wife's chest.

Vivica's eyes fluttered shut, savoring the feeling of Kjerstin's body against hers. Then, Kjerstin moved her hand to where Vivica's panties were, sliding them off with ease. Kjerstin started fingering the inside of Vivica's clit, causing the latter to moan with lust. "You're so hot, especially when you're sneezy and vulnerable." Vivica's breath hitched as she felt Kjerstin's sneeze coming again. "Tell me how much you want me, baby," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

"I want you bad, babe." Kjerstin sniffled, trying to stave off another allergic sneeze. But it was no use. Her body was already tensing up again. "Heh… Ihh… Hiiihhh…" She leaned into Vivica's neck, her breath hot and moist. "HGGGKSSCHHH! HGD'ZCHHH-iU! HGD'ZCHHH!" The sneezes were coming so hard and fast now, she was practically panting.

Vivica felt the warm wetness of Kjerstin's breath on her skin and the sensation was driving her wild. "Keep going," she urged, her own hands roaming over Kjerstin's body, feeling her muscles tense and release with every sneeze. "You know how much I love it when you're like this."

Kjerstin sighed, "Of course, you do…" While the left hand fingered Vivica, the other reached for a Kleenex by the bedrest. Thankfully, the one reaching for the Kleenex was her dominant hand. Kjerstin then blew her nose, each honk gurgling and wet. As soon as Kjerstin emerged from the wad of Kleenex, her nose was as red as a beacon. "Whew, I might go to bed early."

As if a gust of pollen made its presence known, Vivica sniffed loudly, the dust teasing her passages. "Huhh… Hehhh…"

"You know what to do." Kjerstin laughed, repositioning herself to be under Vivica's vagina, licking the clit with her tongue.

"Aeshh-SHOO!" Vivica's own sneeze was drier and more high-pitched compared to Kjerstin's. Unlike Kjerstin, however, under normal circumstances, Vivica sneezed and that was it. This, however, was no normal circumstance, and Vivica had to sneeze again. "Heschh-OOO! Aah'SCHOO!"

"Prosit, min kärlek. [Bless you, my love.]" For a moment, Kjerstin stopped licking Vivica's clit to bless her, which made the latter cum with excitement.

Vivica's body shuddered with pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. "Oh, fuck yes," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut. "So good."

Kjerstin smirked, her nose still red from her own sneezing fit. She kissed Vivica's thigh before looking up at her with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Ready for round two?"

Vivica smiled, "Of course." Her own sneezes had left her feeling a bit light-headed, but she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to indulge in their shared passion. "But maybe we should take care of your allergies first?"

Kjerstin got up from her position and blew her nose loudly. "That's a good idea. Maybe we'll hop in the shower together and head to bed early, ja?" She winked at Vivica, who nodded eagerly. Kjerstin grabbed her clothes and her bra, pushing them in the hamper. "Maybe we'll have Round 2 in an hour?"

"Yeah, I think a change of sheets is in order too…" Vivica eyed the stains from sneezes that covered the velvet sheets. She got off the bed with a giggle, her own breasts bouncing slightly from the movement. "Let's clean up a bit."

They both walked to the bathroom, hand in hand, their bodies still buzzing from the passionate encounter. The warm lights of the room cast a soft glow on their skin, making them seem like goddesses in the throes of ecstasy. They stepped into the shower, the water cascading over them as they kissed, their sneezes replaced by gasps of pleasure.

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𝑪𝑯. 𝑽 — 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑬𝑨𝑻.

𝐂𝐇. 𝐕 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑.

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary 🕷️ ⤏ miguel is forced to have a heart-to-heart. pairing 🕷️ miguel o’hara/spider!reader word count 🕷️ 4.5k a/n 🕷️ [gif credit] ⤏ sorry this chapter is a day late, i started back to college today and i managed to finish this by avoiding a mental breakdown bc who doesn't love getting overwhelmed by the workload right off the bat? maybe this one being a little longer will smooth things over. ⤏ this chapter was supposed to be in reader’s pov with a totally different scenario in mind, but I’ll probably use that idea for another chap instead bc I ran out time getting ready for this week and already had some of this written beforehand. I’ll probably require a little more patience with updates going into this semester, but I’m going to try to keep them weekly unless the workload proves too much for my mushy little brain to handle! ⤏ and to anyone else starting back up to school, good luck and remember to take care of yourselves! you’re all beautiful and I love you for taking the time to read my silly little fics. :) ⤏ this one does get a little heavy, y’all—please mind the content warnings listed on this fic’s masterpost, linked below. wounds have to be cleaned before they can heal. 🕷️ MASTERPOST 🕷️ 🕷️ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ 🕷️ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER 🕷️

You were different. You looked different.

Despite your near-identical physical and facial features and expressions, the nervous flutter of your hands you always hastily stuffed into your pockets to hide them from sight, the faded denim bomber jacket with embroidered patches hand-sewn along the shoulders and threading at the cuffs that you refused to remove even though HQ stayed a steady seventy degrees and required no such outerwear (and over your thermally regulated UMF suit, no less)—among the countless other details he had compared and filed away into the back of his mind to avoid thinking about them all for too long—you weren’t his esposa.

Miguel had to get that through his head right now. He’d already made that mistake once.

As Jess had predicted, you fit seamlessly into the Spider Society. You got along with all of the main task squad, including Peter B. (as much as that fact irked Miguel to no end), and even the most stoic of the Spider-People with whom you interacted in passing.

You were such a fucking ray of sunshine, friendly to a fault, never failing to have them all smiling by the end of your conversations, no matter how short. You had won nearly the entire collective over with your baked goods—it became routine within a week for you to bring in whatever you failed to sell by the end of the day, and within fifteen minutes the supply was always depleted on a first-come, first-serve basis. Multiple scuffles had already broken out over the delicacies, and Miguel had exasperatedly requested that LYLA put up a waitlist tablet in the cafeteria that they could queue themselves and you could update to avoid future conflicts.

He was finally able to apologize to the AI. After Peter B. had taken you on the tour, she’d emerged in a flicker looking slightly less displeased now that he’d smoothed over his mistake. Once he admitted that he shouldn’t have kept anything from Jess and or snapped at either of them, regardless of the circumstances, she’d perked right back up to normal and had resumed her chirpy, irreverent demeanor. (Much to his chagrin.)

It was good, because LYLA could hold a grudge unlike anyone whom Miguel had ever met. (Maybe that was his fault, to an extent.)

Despite the somewhat rocky start to your recruitment and the argument you and he had shared, you made it a point to visit Miguel when you did make your deliveries no matter what. You tried to start small-talk the first few times, but either he was too invested in his analyses—zoned in to the point that even his hyperactive senses blocked out any other stimuli—or he couldn’t muster the emotional fortitude to formulate proper responses from hearing your voice again after particularly bad nights, so most of the time you entered silently, left him your humble offerings (always his favorites), and departed without a word. He stayed on a strict diet to maintain his mass and bulk, and consuming that much sugar that regularly would inevitably ruin him, but…it always smelled so good, tasted even better, and he would be halfway done eating them when he would realize that his resolve had cracked. (Again.)

Miguel was uncertain of your motivations. He hadn’t exactly reciprocated any of your amicability—had barely spoken ten words to you throughout the entire week after you and Jess had backed him up with the Goblin. You’d gone out on a couple of trial runs with Peter B. and Jess since then to get you more accustomed to multiversal travel, and you had transported a couple of rather disoriented lesser villains-of-the-week to their home dimensions without any trouble. Your reflexes, strategizing, adaptability, and burgeoning leadership had condensed hours of wrangling into less than one each time you set out. Your reports were immaculate, and Peter B. and Jess showered you in endless praises once you would return home.

Miguel had watched, so of course he knew how efficiently you worked—but he hadn’t wanted to admit that he’d been observing, and thus let them talk without comment. He had to admit that it was good that he’d bitten the bullet and had recruited you. He could already tell that you would exponentially improve their success rate. You were an excellent Spider-Woman, and your additional work off-world hadn’t impacted that on your own in the slightest.

If only he could get over himself long enough to treat you like everyone else.

The others had already noticed his withdrawal. He wasn’t exactly extroverted by nature, and he certainly wasn’t a man of many words, but Jess had already tried twice to get him to open up about what was bothering him. Peter B. had yet to strike, and Miguel looked forward to avoiding him and that previously promised conversation for as long as possible…which meant that he reclused himself into the lab as much as he could physically stand it.

Which, of course, didn’t last.

“Miguel?”

The man let out a heavy sigh, tipping his head back and to the side to glare at the apparition glowing near his shoulder. “I thought I told you to let me know when he came close.”

“You did,” LYLA remarked idly, inspecting her incorporeal nails as she cycled through multiple shades, “and I did—you just ignored it, boss man.”

Miguel scowled and scrolled through the screens around him, spotting that very notification blinking at him urgently. He swiped crabbily to dismiss it into the ether, gritting his teeth as Peter effortlessly latched onto the edge of the platform and hoisted himself up onto it.

“I thought MJ had an appointment today,” Miguel groused, focusing resolutely on a diagram projecting the potential increase of interspatial warps.

“She did. Three hours ago.” Peter nudged him in the arm. “Did you really lose track of that much time?”

Miguel’s eyes cut over to the clock he had shrunk and put to the side—as well as the timer that was supposed to chime every hour for him to walk around, stretch, and rest his eyes for ten minutes. He’d snoozed it so many times that it had, evidently, given up altogether—or LYLA had disengaged it to keep from annoying him further. He scoffed softly at the time. “I’ve been busy.”

“I’ll say. Your new little protege sure has turned the entire collective upside down.”

“Just say what you want to say and be done with it, Peter. I’m not in the mood.”

A beat of silence. Out of the corner of Miguel’s eye, the older man’s expression had tightened. “It seems like you already know what I’m going to say.”

“Then why are we even having this conversation?”

“Because I’m worried about you. You know. Like friends ought to be.”

Miguel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You see me as a liability.”

“I am worried,” Peter reiterated flatly, “that you’re going to get yourself hurt again.”

“Believe me, Peter, I’ve learned my lesson.” Miguel turned about lazily on his heel to face him and bracing his hands on his hips. “You don’t have to spend your precious time worrying about me.”

“I’m going to, regardless.” Peter didn’t have an ounce of insincerity on his face, even as Miguel sneered down at him with half-lidded eyes. “Look. Recruiting her was a good thing. She’s excellent at what she does, and she’ll probably end up on the main squad soon enough with how reliable and level-headed she is. She’s already been tinkering in the robotics lab in some of her free time and blowing the minds of the Spiders that work there. She’s got a lot of potential.” He folded his arms over his chest—for once lacking that damnable bathrobe. “She’s a lot like you, actually, with how independent she is trying to take responsibility for everyone and everything around her. I can already see the martyr and/or hero complex working, or whatever it is about you that you can’t seem to accept help until you absolutely need it.”

Miguel narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t give me that look.” Peter pointed his index finger and jabbed him in the sternum. “I’m not stupid, Miguel. Don’t try to lie to me and tell me that you recruited her entirely out of the goodness of your heart.”

“I agreed with Jess that she would fit the bill.”

“She’s also a duplicate of your dead wife.”

Miguel’s upper lip curled back in a silent snarl, baring his fangs. “Careful, Peter.”

Heedless to the danger he tread into, as always, Peter carried on without flinching once. “Put those away—I’m not trying to antagonize you. I just want to know what’s going on in your head so I can help.”

“I didn’t want to,” Miguel pointed out, doggedly avoiding that idea, “and I got scolded for arguing against it, so maybe you ought to go talk to Jess if you have qualms with her eye for recruitment.”

“It’s one thing that you took on another Spider,” Peter digressed, “but…Miguel. It’s only been two months. Are you sure you’re okay dealing with…all this? I know you’re still struggling, and that’s to be expected—what you went through is…beyond anything I could ever handle. Losing May has been hard enough, but losing an entire—”

“Don’t.” Miguel took a lumbering step forward, shoulders tightening. “Don’t you even think about it.”

“What, like you’ve been doing?” Peter shot back, patience thinning. The furrow between his brows deepened. “You may bury it so you don’t have to deal with the baggage, but I remember the aftermath. I remember having to put you back together, to keep you from going straight off the brink. You fell apart, Miguel—and that’s okay! Hell, I would’ve been more surprised if you hadn’t! But pardon my skepticism that you’re suddenly okay enough to be interacting with another version of your wife so soon!”

Miguel’s head throbbed with how tightly he ground his teeth to keep from shouting. “Do you honestly think,” he growled, “that I don’t think about it every second of every day?” He took another step forward, hedging Peter closer to the edge of the platform. “Do you really think that it doesn’t keep me up at all hours? That I’ve gotten a full night’s sleep since then? Do you really think I’m that cold?”

“No. I didn’t say that.” Peter’s eyes flashed. “But what you’re doing isn’t healthy, Miguel. Working yourself to death to avoid allowing yourself to heal isn’t going to get you anywhere but an early grave. And I’m just afraid that she’s going to exacerbate the problem—LYLA told me you’ve been in here for nearly twelve hours! You need to get out—go hit the gym or eat or—or—I don’t know, something! But if her being around is going to cause you to regress, I don’t know that I can condone it—regardless of whether Jess pushed for it or not.” His expression softened slightly, and he reached up to clasp Miguel’s shoulder. “I just don’t like seeing you suffer like this, and I know that you’re not going to ease up on yourself without outside intervention. You’re the one holding all of this together, sure, but you don’t have to be the only one. It won’t kill you to let us in.”

Miguel cast a scathing glare towards the AI, who merely shrugged noncommittally. He managed to retain enough will not to shrug off the grounding touch, even if it made his skin prickle with nerves. “This is my burden to bear,” he responded lowly. “And there’s too much at stake for me to falter now.”

Peter regarded him forlornly for a long moment, eyes scanning his resolute face, before releasing a defeated sigh and throwing his hands up before they landed against the fronts of his thighs with a resounding clap that echoed through the lab. “…All right. Sure. Just…let yourself break, then.” He turned to step to the edge of the platform. “But either way, I’ll still be here to help you get back up, Miguel. I, for one—and Jess, too—aren’t going anywhere just because you keep pushing us away. We’re staying right here because we know you need it, even if you don’t think you do. We’re not going to leave, no matter what.” He cast a glance at him over his shoulder. “I just hope that you can say the same about her, if you’re going to put yourself through all this for her sake.”

Peter leapt nimbly down, and Miguel counted his breaths until the doors swished shut. Only then did he let his resolve crack—and the monitor to his right paid a dear price for it.

“I think you really should listen to him,” LYLA said softly. “He’s only trying to look out for you.”

“I’ve had about enough of you,” Miguel muttered darkly, pinching the bridge of his nose and tucking his chin against his chest.

“Don’t make me lock up the computer. Your health is more important than all this. I’ll let you know if anything turns out abnormal.” She flitted to stare directly up into his eyes, imitating his hunch. “Eating something will help your headache go away, you know.”

He glared balefully down at her. “You’re not my fucking mother.”

“No, but apparently I have to act like her.” She made a shooing motion. “Vamos.* All this will still be waiting for you when you get back.”

“I… fine. Fine.” Miguel engaged the command to lower the platform, setting a timer on his watch for half an hour. LYLA ticked it up to a whole one with a snap of her fingers, ignoring his scowl. “LYLA.”

“Just part of my protocol, boss. Taking care of you is one of my top priorities.” She raised a brow at him. “You should know that by now.”

He…couldn’t refute that. It was a branch of code as deeply embedded into her programming as anything else. His wife had made sure of it.

“…Miguel?”

He stiffened.

LYLA blinked away, leaving him alone on the steadily descending platform. He looked down and spotted you emerging from the shadows, face pinched as you met his gaze.

“Yeah,” he responded tightly. “What is it?”

You held a paper sack in your hand, but the edges of the top were shredded slightly from fretful fingers. “I brought you a snack.”

He closed his eyes with a sigh, girding himself and stepping off the ledge as it finally rested to confront you directly. He accepted the bag. “Thanks.”

You were watching him carefully, eyes lingering a little too long for comfort.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

You swallowed, troubled—the internal debate behind your carefully neutral expression was obvious in the way that you chewed the inside of your lip.

Miguel couldn’t say that he was fully kind when he prompted, very firmly, “I’ve already had one fucking heart-to-heart today. What’s one more?”

“You didn’t tell me I was your wife,” you said softly.

That statement took all the puff out of him in one fell swoop. Miguel’s shoulders sank and he looked off to the side. “How long were you listening?”

“Long enough.” You wrapped your arms around yourself. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think it pertinent to the job,” he mumbled.

“So you planned to avoid me instead. To spare yourself the migraine.” You shook your head. “You didn’t have to bring me on if you didn’t want to, regardless of what Jess said. I didn’t necessarily want to join, you know.”

“You’re good at this,” he protested. “We need you here.”

“I don’t want you to torture yourself for the sake of efficiency. Between the two of us, I’m more expendable.”

His brows furrowed. “You’re not—”

“I’m a danger to your wellbeing, if nothing else.”

“Don’t…” He sighed tersely. “Don’t let what Peter said get to you. He’s a worrywart who sticks his nose in others’ business where he doesn’t belong.”

“It’s only been two months?”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“We need to, if it’s going to be this big of an issue. If that’s the reason you can hardly stand to be around me or to look me in the eye…seeing as you’re the main piece to this outfit, obviously the solution is to remove me from the equation altogether.”

“No,” he gritted out. “It’s—”

“Don’t tell me it’s not a problem.”

“It isn’t one!” he retorted.

“For Peter to decide an intervention was necessary? Yeah, I’d sure fucking say it is.”

Miguel let out a low growl, watching your expression slowly cracking at the edges—lines formed in the corners of your mouth as you pursed your lips, a deep wrinkle between your brows—but you still kept that damnable monotone. The same you’d used when you’d initially rejected his invitation to the society.

Indifference as self-defense. Didn’t he know that well?

“Look,” he ground out, “regardless of my…personal background, I mean it when I say that it isn’t something you need to worry about. All my shit doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly. “Obviously that’s not the case.”

He had almost—almost—forgotten how impossibly stubborn you could be, and how badly it pissed him off when you were.

“It’s none of your business,” he retorted.

Your eyes flashed with indignation. “I would have liked to have known at the start—it would have explained the way you act around me and I wouldn’t have had to wonder what the hell I did wrong—but you probably didn’t because you figured it would’ve impacted my decision. And it would have, because I sure as hell didn’t want to put any stress between you and the others. If you knew me at all, you’d know that I hate getting involved in drama.”

“I do know you,” he responded, “and the reason I didn’t tell you is so you wouldn’t have to get involved. Even still, I don’t owe you an explanation—you’re not my wife.”

“No,” you spat, “but a version of me was! Don’t you think that earns me some basic civility? You convince me to take this job against your own wishes and then ignore me for a week? Do you even realize how shitty that is?”

Miguel stepped closer, looming over you, as the hot flush of anger began to creep out of his belly up his neck. “I have enough on my plate,” he muttered, “without you adding to the pot.”

“I wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t decided to bring me—if you’re going to be all wishy-washy about it, just let me go home and forget about the whole mess!”

Miguel clamped his jaw shut and closed his eyes tightly. “I…can’t do that.”

“And why the hell not?” You were matching his temper now, stoking it like kindling. “If it’s so bad for me to be here because I’m a duplicate of your dead wife, then why can’t you have the decency to act like my dead husband and communicate with me?”

He snapped. “Just because you were born with a mole behind your ear and burned your wrist baking lava cakes for your cousin’s wedding and got a crooked fucking cesarean scar because they let a goddamn student nurse stitch you up in post-op, you aren’t my fucking wife!”

The oppressive hush that directly followed the tapering echo of Miguel’s reverberating roar felt heavy enough to crush the air from his lungs. He dared not look away from your crestfallen expression for fear of letting slip the strict control over his that he metaphorically gripped with whitened, grinding knuckles. Even LYLA uttered not a sound, though it was of no consequence—Miguel could hear nothing but the infuriatingly rapid thrum of your heart as intimately as the mirrored pounding of his own just beneath his third and fourth ribs.

“…She lived?” you whispered hoarsely, to your credit never having flinched once at his enraged outburst. You didn’t even blink, staring at him with rounded, watering eyes and parted lips that only occasionally trembled.

The question was enough to off-center him, and he schooled his snarl into a slightly more composed scowl. “What?”

“She survived?” you croaked, your voice on the razor’s edge of breaking. “She actually made it?”

Dooming follow-ups indeed. Miguel vehemently wanted to refuse to answer them. Never did he want to rehash such a tender wound, especially given…every-fucking-thing about the present situation. It was hard enough having new members of the collective seeking solace in his losses in order to share the burden of their grief, but having such a conversation with (a version of) you…

“...Yeah.” He swallowed roughly. “The labor started two weeks early, and she was flipped over wrong. They had to remove her. She was in the NICU for three days, but…she turned out okay.” For a while, anyway—long before I ever got there.

You nodded, eyes falling to the floor as you worked your bottom lip between your teeth. Your restraint was admirable, but he could see the way you were trembling.

“That’s…that’s good.” You shook your head in a singular, abortive motion. “I…I guess something happened to her after, though. Right?”

Miguel, too, looked away. “Years later. Yeah.”

You nodded once. “…I’m sorry.”

He wanted to stay angry—it was so much easier to be angry than to be upset—but he couldn’t maintain it. Not with how heartbroken you looked. “It wasn’t your fault,” he responded flatly. “Either of you.”

“...What was her name?” you asked softly.

Miguel gritted his teeth. “Gabriella.”

You glanced up at him, the faintest suggestion of a smile tugging at the corners of your eyes. “After your brother?”

His throat clamped shut. He could only nod.

“I’ll bet she was beautiful.” You cleared your throat. “I hope she took after you, anyway.”

“She was. And…she did.”

Your expression shifted into something a little less readable. “I know this hasn’t been easy for you,” you started quietly. “I’m sorry if my being here has made it harder on you. I never meant to hurt you, or—”

“...Stop apologizing.”

“—to be a burden. I thought maybe I’d be able to finally get some closure being close to you, at least, even if you aren’t him, and—”

“Stop.”

“—I feel like I’ve just made it worse for you, and that was never my intention—”

“Stop it!” he pleaded, voice cracking. Your jaw clicked shut, looking stricken. “Please, fresa. Just drop it.”

You blinked. A tear slipped down your cheek. You opened your mouth.

“Don’t apologize,” he gritted out tightly.

“I…okay.” You swallowed, inwardly debating. You eventually caved at his defeated, if expectant, silence. “Did…did you call her that, too?”

Miguel squeezed his eyes shut, half-turning away from you. “...No. I called her Shortcake.” Gabriella’s mother had been Dulcita—but that was what his alternate self had used for her, so he’d adopted that instead to maintain his guise.

“...Oh.” You didn’t seem certain how to respond to that.

Miguel dragged a palm down his dampened face. “Look. It is…difficult. I can’t lie to you even if I wanted to. But you are rapidly proving to be integral to this team, and I’m not going to allow this to interfere with our combat compatibility in the field. But if it makes you uncomfortable, or if it bothers you, then it’s best if you’d just…go.”

“...Do you want me to leave?”

He glared at you. “What does that matter?”

“A hell of a lot.” Your gaze was resolute, unwavering. “I’ll only leave if you ask me to.”

Miguel regarded you for a long time. Finally, he let out a heavy, shaky exhale. “...No. I don’t want you to leave.”

“Okay. Then I’ll stay. And we’ll…work through this. Whatever this is.” You gestured between yourself and him. “For what it’s worth, while it hasn’t been easy by any stretch of the imagination…I still miss him, but it’s a relief when I’m around you, even if it only distracts me for a little while. It still hurts, but…it’s not as bad as it used to be.”

“I…agree.” Miguel opted to sit, sinking onto the edge of the platform and burying his face in his hands to avoid your eyes.

“...I miscarried.”

He peeked between his fingers without moving an inch.

You were fiddling with the fingertip of your suit, absently chewing on the inside of your cheek, gazing at the ground. “I didn’t know until after I’d lost her. Sneaking into a quarantined explosion site and getting bit by a radioactive spider didn’t agree with a baby, evidently.”

Miguel snapped eyes shut against their sudden, burning sting.

“It was too early to know anything. About two months. I…tortured myself about it for years. Felt like it was my punishment for not being there when…maybe if I had been, then Mig—you—he wouldn’t have…y’know.” You drew a shaky breath, your voice pitching with the strain of telltale tears. “She was the only piece of…of him that I had left,” you croaked hoarsely. “And I lost her, too.”

“It’s not your fault,” he murmured, shaking his head morosely.

“...I’m sure telling you the same thing wouldn’t make you feel any better, either.”

You weren’t wrong. “It’s been…longer than two months.”

He felt the weight of your stare on him—but it was sympathetic, not critical.

“I lost my wife three years ago.” He dug his fingertips into his eyes. “But I…did something two months ago that I regret. I learned something about canon events that I didn’t realize before. It…cost me a lot of lives. Countless lives.” He swallowed roughly, daring to look back at you through his dewy lashes. “My selfishness caused irreparable harm. An entire universe collapsed. I don’t want to make the same mistake—or lose you—again.”

Gone was any trace of ire from you. You only regarded him with those soft, sad eyes.

“I don’t want your pity,” he continued, preemptively, “I know I fucked up. I’m not making any excuses for what I did, just…trying to make reparations where I can. Not that there’s much of anything I can ever do to fix that.”

“I don’t pity you, Miguel,” you said softly. “But I am sorry that you’ve been hurt so badly.”

He ground his teeth, tucking his chin sharply against his chest. “It’s a sacrifice to do what I do. What we do. Even if we don’t want to do it. Even when we don’t want the bad that goes with the good.”

You stepped closer to stand between his feet. Your comparatively small, warm hand rested on his shoulder, a light but unwavering touch that anchored him more than he would readily admit. He resisted the urge to lean into it, but just barely. “That line of thinking doesn’t make it any easier, Miguel.”

He nodded silently. It really didn’t, but it was the doctrine he’d preach until he gave his last breath if it meant that another Spider-Person would find consolation in his words.

A long moment crawled by, and Miguel’s resolve was weakening by the second.

Finally, you withdrew your hand, eased back half a step, and turned. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He let you go. Your unspoken declaration lifted more weight from his shoulders than he realized he’d been carrying: you would stay, even though he’d already managed to hurt you.

He was already indebted to you beyond what he could repay.

[mobiletechdevelopment]

What are the best mobile application development tools?

Businesses typically focus on one or both platforms when developing a mobile app, depending on variables including market share, revenue potential, target customer demographics, and development resources. The two primary platforms that dominate the market for developing mobile applications are iOS and Android. Every platform has its own distinct features, user bases, and advantages, as we have covered below.

Native App Development

Native app development is the process of creating applications specifically designed for a particular platform, such as iOS or Android in mobile app development companies in India. Unlike cross-platform development, which aims to create apps that can run on multiple platforms using a single codebase, native app development uses platform-specific languages and development environments to create apps that easily integrate with the operating system and fully utilize its capabilities.

Xcode

On the other side, Xcode is the primary toolkit for developing programs for the whole Apple ecosystem and the company's top Integrated Development Environment (IDE). Xcode provides developers with a full platform to explore their ideas: it allows them to create iOS apps for iPhones and iPads, as well as macOS, watchOS, and tvOS apps. Xcode simplifies the process of creating iOS apps with its comprehensive set of coding and debugging tools and intuitive UI. The Objective-C and Swift programming languages are supported by Xcode, making it simple for developers to create apps that integrate with Apple's ecosystem.

Cross-platform Development

The goal of cross-platform development is to create software applications that work flawlessly on several platforms, such iOS and Android, using a single shared codebase. Compared to traditional native app development, which necessitates separate codebases for each platform, cross-platform development uses languages and frameworks that allow for shared development efforts, which decreases development time and costs and boosts efficiency.

Flutter

Flutter is a powerful UI toolkit developed by Google that is meant to be used for building native applications for desktop, web, and mobile platforms. Flutter is a programming language based on Dart that allows developers to construct high-performing applications for iOS, Android, web browsers, and even desktop operating systems like Windows, macOS, and Linux with just one codebase.

React Native

Developers choose to use React Native, a framework created by Facebook, when constructing cross-platform mobile applications with JavaScript and React. With its many capabilities, developers can make native-looking mobile apps for both iOS and Android platforms by utilizing their current web development expertise in mobile app development companies in bangalore. React Native is a useful tool for companies looking for cross-platform solutions since it permits code reuse between platforms, which drastically cuts down on development time and effort.Excellent support for web applications is another feature that React Native offers, allowing developers to expand their reach to other platforms.

Kobiton

Software testing platforms like Kobiton allow mobile app developers to perform scriptless and continuous testing. By utilizing their suite, users may release apps more rapidly and without errors. Additionally, Kobiton provides mobile app development tools that enable you to test your apps on real mobile devices and simulators.

CodeRunner

CodeRunner is a code editor for macOS that provides a platform for developing, testing, and debugging code. With its powerful editing capabilities, tidy file system, and widespread use in the creation of iOS mobile applications, CodeRunner is an essential tool for any toolkit.

Appy Pie

Among mobile app development tools, Appy Pie stands out thanks to its no-code platform. By enabling people who are not proficient in programming to create applications, it seeks to increase accessibility to creation.

With an easy-to-use drag-and-drop interface, it simplifies the app building process. By removing traditional obstacles, the process of generating apps with this cloud-based technology makes app creation accessible to a wider audience.

It is especially popular with teachers and small businesses. hence providing an affordable and efficient method for creating mobile applications that satisfy the needs of various markets and industries.

Adobe XD

Adobe XD is a well regarded tool for mobile app development because to its superior design. It's necessary to create interactive app designs accurately and swiftly.

This tool simplifies the process of designing user interfaces with a focus on the user experience. For designers, quick iterative design is helpful, and modern app development requires it.

Designers with varying degrees of experience are encouraged to improve their workflow via Adobe XD's intuitive UI. Quick modifications and prototype previews are supported. This tool is a favorite among both engineers and designers, in addition to enhancing teamwork.

Sketch

Renowned among mobile app development tools for its emphasis on user interfaces, Sketch is a vector-based design tool. With the help of its toolkit, app designers may create UI elements that are both aesthetically beautiful and intuitive.

Sketch's simplicity and emphasis on vector forms have completely changed the design process. This simplifies the process of resizing and modifying items.

This tool is especially well-known for its strong features that facilitate a collaborative design process and its lightweight UI.

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7 Open Source Projects You Should Know - JavaScript Edition

Overview

Hi everyone 👋🏼​ In this article, I'm going to look at seven OSS repository that you should know written in JavaScript, interesting projects that caught my attention and that I want to share. Let's start 🤙🏼​

1. Appwrite

Appwrite is an end-to-end backend server for Web, Mobile, Native, or Backend apps. You can easily integrate your app with user authentication, a database for storing and querying users and team data, storage and file management, image manipulation, Cloud Functions, and more services.

 appwrite / appwrite

Your backend, minus the hassle.

Our Appwrite Init event has concluded. You can check out all the new and upcoming features on our Init website 🚀

Appwrite is a backend platform for developing Web, Mobile, and Flutter applications. Built with the open source community and optimized for developer experience in the coding languages you love.

     English | 简体中文

Announcing Appwrite Cloud Public Beta! Sign up today!

Appwrite is an end-to-end backend server for Web, Mobile, Native, or Backend apps packaged as a set of Docker microservices. Appwrite abstracts the complexity and repetitiveness required to build a modern backend API from scratch and allows you to build secure apps faster.

Using Appwrite, you can easily integrate your app with user authentication and multiple sign-in methods, a database for storing and querying users and team data, storage and file management, image manipulation, Cloud Functions, and more services.

Find out more at: https://appwrite.io

Table of Contents:

Installation

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2. melonJS

melonJS is an HTML5 game engine that empowers developers and designers to focus on content. The framework provides a comprehensive collection of components and support for a number of third-party tools. It is an alternative to other JavaScript game engines such as Phaser 🤞

 melonjs / melonJS

a fresh, modern & lightweight HTML5 game engine

melonJS 2

      A fresh, modern & lightweight HTML5 game engine

melonJS 2 is a modern version of the melonJS game engine that was first released in 2011. It has been rebuilt entirely using ES6 class, inheritance and semantic, and bundled using esbuild for blazing fast build performance and provide modern features such as tree-shaking.

Note: migrating an existing project to melonJS 2 (version 10.0 and higher) will definitely break your game (ES6 semantic and inheritance, nodeJS event emitter, and no backward compatibility with deprecated legacy APIs), and you might want to read first this small step by step guide on upgrading to melonJS 2. If you are looking at the legacy version (9.x and lower) of melonJS, you can find it here under the legacy branch.

melonJS is open-source, licensed under the MIT License, and actively developed and maintained with the help of a small team of enthusiasts…

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3. GDevelop

GDevelop is another free, open-source game engine build from any platforms like PC or phone. The peculiarity of this game engine is that it is possible to create video games without using code, because it uses a logic system based on conditions and actions.

 4ian / GDevelop

🎮 Open-source, cross-platform 2D/3D/multiplayer game engine designed for everyone.

GDevelop is a full-featured, no-code, open-source game development software. You can build games for mobile, desktop and the web. GDevelop is fast and easy to use: the game logic is built up using an intuitive and powerful event-based system.

Getting started

❔ I want to... 🚀 What to do Download GDevelop to make games Go to GDevelop website to download the app! Contribute to the editor Download Node.js and follow this README. Create/improve an extension Download Node.js and follow this README. Help to translate GDevelop Go on the GDevelop project on Crowdin or translate in-app tutorials.

Are you interested in contributing to GDevelop for the first time? Take a look at the list of good first issues, good first contributions or the "🏐 not too hard" cards on the Roadmap.

Overview of the architecture

Directory ℹ️ Description Core GDevelop core library, containing common tools to implement

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4. Egg.js

Egg.js is a simple library that allows you to easily add web easter eggs by watching the user's key strokes. It's simple to use and very funny 🤣

 mikeflynn / egg.js

A simple javascript library to add easter eggs to web pages.

Egg.js

Egg.js is a simple JS library that has no prerequisites and allows you to easily add web easter eggs by watching the user's key strokes.

Example

It's really easy to use. Just include the egg.js file on the page...

<script type="text/javascript" src="https://cdnjs.cloudflare.com/ajax/libs/egg.js/1.0/egg.min.js"></script>

  (Thanks to Cloudflare for hosting the library!)

...then use the addCode() function to add in your easter eggs. You need to pass it the character sequence to trigger the easter egg callback (which can either be in plain English or Javascript key codes), a function to trigger when it happens, and an optional set of metadata. Metadata can be anything from a string to an object.

var egg = new Egg(); egg .addCode("up,up,down,down,left,right,left,right,b,a", function() { jQuery('#egggif').fadeIn(500, function()

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5. API Vault

API Vault is a beautiful project written in JavaScript: it's an online platform that works as a gateway to a world of public APIs. You can also filter the APIs by category and find the one that's right for you 🖐

 Exifly / ApiVault

Your gateway to a world of public APIs.

       Prerequisites • How To Use • Credits • Contributing • Support • License

Click here to submit your API

Built with

   Prerequisites

Before starting to use the software make sure you have docker installed.

How To Use

Clone the repository

git clone https://github.com/exifly/ApiVault

  Set .env file

Inside root repository folder rename .env.dev file

cat .env.dev > .env

  Inside /frontend folder rename .env.sample file

cd frontend cat .env.dev > .env

  Same action inside /backend folder

cd backend cat .env.dev > .env

  Client/Server side using Docker

# Go into the root folder cd ApiVault # Run docker docker-compose up

  Important note:

On first docker-compose launch, your terminal could tell you:

database_dev | 2023-05-26 13:38:01.598 UTC [83] ERROR: relation "vault_api" does not exist at character 232 database_dev | 2023-05-26 13:38:01.598 UTC [83] STATEMENT: SELECT "vault_api"."id", "vault_api"."name", "

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6. sweetalert2

sweetalert2 is a beautiful, responsive, customizable, accessible replacement for JavaScript's popup boxes without external dependencies. Primarily designed for JavaScript projects, you can integrate it with the three big frontend frameworks: Angular, React, and Vue.

 sweetalert2 / sweetalert2

✨ A beautiful, responsive, highly customizable and accessible (WAI-ARIA) replacement for JavaScript's popup boxes. Zero dependencies. 🇺🇦

A beautiful, responsive, customizable, accessible (WAI-ARIA) replacement for JavaScript's popup boxes. Zero dependencies.

Installation | Usage | Examples | Recipe gallery | Themes | React | Angular

Sponsors

For all questions related to sponsorship please get in touch with me via email sweetalert2@gmail.com

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  Important notice about the usage of this software for .ru

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7. Video.js

Video.js is a web video player built that supports HTML video and Media Source Extensions, as well as other playback techs like YouTube and Vimeo. It supports video playback on desktops and mobile devices. As with sweetalert2, you can integrate this library with the three JavaScript frameworks: Angular, React, and Vue.

 videojs / video.js

Video.js - open source HTML5 video player

Video.js - HTML5 Video Player

    Video.js is a web video player built from the ground up for an HTML5 world. It supports HTML5 video and Media Source Extensions, as well as other playback techs like YouTube and Vimeo (through plugins). It supports video playback on desktops and mobile devices. This project was started mid 2010, and the player is now used on over 50,000 100,000 200,000 400,000 700,000 websites.

Table of Contents

Quick Start

Contributing

Code of Conduct

License

Quick Start

Thanks to the awesome folks over at Fastly, there's a free, CDN hosted version of Video.js that anyone can use. Add these tags to your document's <head>:

<link href="//vjs.zencdn.net/8.3.0/video-js.min.css" rel="stylesheet"> <script src="//vjs.zencdn.net/8.3.0/video.min.js"></script>

  For the latest version of video.js and URLs to use, check out the Getting Started page on…

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Conclusion

This list lists seven open source projects that are worth checking out, either to use them or even to contribute🖖 Happy coding!✨

[flutterflowdevs]

Building Dynamic Apps with Supabase and Flutter: A Powerful Combination

In the world of app development, efficiency, scalability, and real-time data management are paramount. Supabase and Flutter, two innovative technologies, have joined forces to empower developers to create dynamic and responsive applications. In this guide, we'll delve into the synergy between Supabase and Flutter, their respective roles, and how this combination is revolutionizing app development.

Understanding Supabase:

Supabase is an open-source Backend-as-a-Service (BaaS) platform that simplifies backend development. It offers:

1. Real-time Database: supabase flutter  a PostgreSQL database that supports real-time data synchronization, enabling instant updates across clients.

2. Authentication: It offers authentication solutions, including social media logins and email-based sign-ups.

3. API Generation: Supabase generates RESTful APIs automatically, simplifying backend integration for frontend developers.

4. Storage: Developers can store and retrieve media files effortlessly.

Exploring Flutter:

Flutter, developed by Google, is a versatile UI framework for building natively compiled applications for mobile, web, and desktop from a single codebase. Key features include:

1. Widgets: Flutter's rich set of widgets allows for the creation of beautiful, custom user interfaces.

2. Hot Reload: Developers can instantly view code changes without restarting the app, streamlining development.

3. Performance: Flutter apps boast high performance and smooth animations, ensuring a superior user experience.

The Synergy Between Supabase and Flutter:

1. Real-Time Data: Supabase's real-time database seamlessly integrates with Flutter, enabling live updates and real-time collaboration in your apps.

2. Authentication: Flutter apps can easily incorporate Supabase authentication, ensuring secure user management.

3. Synchronization: Supabase's real-time data sync aligns perfectly with Flutter's responsive UI, creating a dynamic user experience.

Use Cases:

1. Collaborative Apps: Build collaborative apps with real-time features like live chat, collaborative document editing, or multiplayer games.

2. E-Commerce: Create e-commerce apps that update product availability and prices in real-time.

3. Social Apps: Develop social networking apps where users receive instant notifications and updates.

Success Stories:

Share stories of successful applications built with Supabase and Flutter, showcasing their real-time capabilities and seamless integration.

Conclusion:

Supabase and Flutter together represent a powerful synergy for modern app development. Developers can harness real-time data, effortless backend integration, and dynamic UIs to create responsive and engaging applications across multiple platforms. This collaboration streamlines the development process, reduces time to market, and enhances the overall user experience, making Supabase and Flutter an unbeatable combination in the world of app development.

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[mischiefmaker615]

A prompt request for Loki:

"I missed your snoring."

Losing Sheep

Rating: PG 14

Note: so sorry that it's a bit short love, its what my current brain cells could figure out Lol

Theme Song: I Miss You by Jax Jones

You hurried as best you could as you turned every corner there seemed to exist within Stark’s tower in search of your boyfriend you haven’t seen in nearly a week. Working for SHIELD was nice and all but the every once and awhile missions across a couple lightyears made it a bit difficult to be home every night. This one in particular was hard because it was currently the longest you’ve been separated from Loki and frankly, you didn’t know if you could do it again.

You knew you should have asked Jarvis to locate him directly but you hoped to surprise him upon your return. As if the universe heard your thought on ‘surprise’, you rounded the corner quickly just to practically ram into something solid and your steps pulled you back to regain your footing as you look to see what you ran into to; more like who. Loki!

‘’you mortals can never watch where-‘’

Without another thought, your heart jumped forward as fast as you did as you wrapped your arms quickly around him excitedly. Within a split second, his words were swallowed and his arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close as he bent to nuzzle into your neck as a hand ran through his hair.

‘’by the gods Y/N I’ve missed you..’’ he breathed and you felt his entire body practically loosen and relax against you.

‘’I’ve missed you to my love, I’m going to tell Fury to keep me on the local files.. I don’t think I could be away from you that long again..’’ you whine and he pulled away slightly to cup your cheeks and pull you into a kiss you very much needed. You both share a moment as you move your body up against his where an arm travels to snake around your waist to keep you there before you lean back a little to look into his beautiful eyes. ‘’I’ve honestly missed- Loki! Are you alright??’’ you gasped as you gaze up at him.

He had the darkest circles you’ve ever seen and his body looked heavy to keep up right properly. His hair seemed to show some tossing and turning and his expression held exhaustion and previous grumpiness. Then again, being stuck at the Avenger’s tower and feeling in a particular way towards them was pretty normal for Loki.

He merely shook his head as he pulled you back close and kissed your neck ‘’I’m fine darling, I pro-‘’

‘’explain yourself, what’s been going on?’’ you try again, your voice firm but gentle as you try to stay focused on the matter at hand and not how his wonderous lips moved from your neck to your jawline but you heard him sigh.

‘’it’s just.. I’ve missed you darling so its been a bit hard to sleep at night. I worry about you, especially when you are out of my sight and for that long…’’

Your heart nearly broke and fluttered at the same time. He looked like he’s suffered the entire week you’ve been gone without sleep! But the fact that he couldn’t sleep without worrying about you also made you feel giddy in a sort of way. Taking hold of his hand gently, you smile up at him and he allowed you to move to gently pull him along towards your room.

‘’come on, you’re getting some sleep.’’

His grin on yours almost tightening as he allowed you to lead the way ‘’not without y-‘’

‘’I’m not going anywhere. I promise..’’

~ it was a bit hard getting him to bed, he was just as stubborn as you were and with a bit of a light protest, allowed him to have his way with you.. multiple times before he finally decided to listen and fall asleep with you curled up in his arms. The trip took a bit of a toll on you as well so you both slept for a bit longer than you both could recognize. Needless to say, he got some much needed sleep and so did you.

You ended up waking up well rested and to the feeling of his lips gently moving along your shoulder. ‘’good morning.. or whatever time it is..’’

Loki chuckled and rested on his elbows as you rolled over to look at him ‘’the afternoon actually, in the next day.’’

You gave the look of amazement but wasn’t surprised considering you both didn’t exactly go to bed immediately and the soreness between your legs was a small reminder of that. Still, you smiled at him with a relaxed sigh ‘’you definitely look better and well rested.’’ You complimented.

Loki gave a shrug with a sheepish grin ‘’I missed your snoring.’’

The comment made you gasp in shock, not knowing if he was joking or serious by his expression but that didn’t spot a pillow from being thrown at his face. He caught it of course and couldn’t help but laugh.

‘’it’s true my darling, it’s the best time in the world to be next to you in bed.. for numerous activities, but I use your breathing in particular as.. shall we say, white noise.’’

You blinked at him and placed a hand over your heart in dramatic injury ‘’you don’t exactly make it sound sexy when I’m asleep next to you..’’

That earned another laugh as Loki gathered you up in his arms, kissing your temple as you pouted but rested against his chest ‘’you are always sexy my darling, no matter what you do, say, wear, and everything in between. In my eyes you are nothing more than a goddess.’’

‘’a goddess with night issues.’’ You sigh but his words did help you feel a bit better and he began stroking your hair.

‘’if you see it as so then you are not alone with night issues darling, I find myself with morning issues.’’ He admitted and you raised a brow to try to figure out what he meant only to follow his gaze and find he was referring to his ‘morning wood’.

‘’..o-oh..’’ you swore, you’ll never get used to his massive size no matter how many times you see it, even through the sheets as you could practically hear him smirk.

‘’round.. my goodness darling, I do believe I’ve lost count by now.’’ He smirked before you were once again, flipped over.

[scintillafire]

Ms. Secretary II || K.TH

⚠️ warning(s): taehyun x reader, ceo!taehyun, secretary!reader, dom!tyun, sub!reader, nipple play, multiple orgasm, dirty talk, passionate sex, hidden relationship, fluff, domestic couple

🗒: part two to 'Ms. Secretary' (requested! hope you will like this!)

💌: part one

.・✥・゜・。.

You were busy typing down a draft for a new paperwork when a co-worker came into your office, a stack of folders in her hands. As you looked up, you inwardly sighed as she entered.

"Hey, Y/n. These came out just an hour ago," She said while placing the folder on your desk.

"Thanks." You replied before dismissing her. 

Not even thirty minutes later, more files and papers came in and you had no choice but to accept them. 

One thing you remembered was that even if you're Taehyun's girlfriend, you still had to be a real secretary and accept these heavy tasks like any other employee in his building. Taehyun himself was also handling bigger situations and problems so he'd be able to ensure the progress of the company.

You missed him a lot since you haven't seen him that much this week and the previous week. You rarely saw him these days because he was always out, dealing with potential business partners and paying a visit to the construction of his new building. 

You admire him for being serious with his work, but sometimes you miss him so much that you dreamed of throwing both of your work away and just spent the day laying on the bed with him. 

The last time you saw him was three days ago, when he asked if you'd finished rearranging some papers for the new land he bought.

You sighed once again and with slumped shoulders, you continued your work.

Some minutes later, someone knocked and you jumped on your seat in shock. "Come in!" You managed to say while rubbing your eyes.

Your heart dropped to your stomach when you realized who it was. 

"Good evening, babe." Taehyun softly smiled. Your eyes were wide and your lips were parted as you stared at him. "Shifts ended two hours ago, why are you still here?"

You finally composed yourself and managed to answer, "Wanted to be a good secretary and finish my remaining tasks."

Taehyun chuckled and you watched him walk towards you. The deprivation drained you that you didn't get to stop yourself from standing up and hugging your boyfriend.

"I missed you," You mumbled onto the crook of his neck. 

"I missed you too," He replied while wrapping his hands around your waist. "That's enough work for today. Come home with me."

You quickly pulled away, "I thought I'm only going with you on Saturdays and Sundays? It's only Friday and your maids and gardeners will see me."

"I sent them off for an early day off." Taehyun pouted. You squished his cheeks in response. He looked so cute like this and so you stood on your tiptoes to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

When you both entered his home, you took turns taking a shower and after that, Taehyun prepared a late dinner for you.

"You didn't have to." You told him.

"I saw how stressed out you look when I entered your office. You've been doing so much work for me, now let me serve you, babe." He lazily smirked as he placed a plate of your favourite dish in front of you before sitting on your side. 

You happily ate while Taehyun watched you with a smile. You offered some of the food and used your own spoon to feed him. Your heart fluttered at how domestic you both looked like this. 

After that, you both washed up and prepared to go to bed. You both cuddled under the sheets, basking in each other's warmth as you shared passionate kisses together. 

But those kisses always escalated too quickly. Having Taehyun as your boyfriend, you must know how high his libido was. 

You were already drifting off to sleep when you felt Taehyun's hand trailing down on your thighs and his kisses went lower to your neck. You softly gasped as he pinned you down on the bed, your eyes half-closed as you already felt high with just his kisses.

"Taehyun," You moaned when he sucked on the column of your neck before he pulled away. 

He sat up and you watched with an open mouth as he took off his clothes, nearly drooling at the tempting body that you missed seeing. He smirked devilishly at your reaction.

"Cat got your tongue, eh?" He commented while gently pulling you to stand up. You loved it when he took command of your body, allowing him to undress you. 

"Moments like this with you always gave me wild dreams." You pouted and he quickly leaned in to kiss you.

"I can make them wilder," He grinned as he unclasped your bra and playfully tossed you back on the king-sized bed.

"Ah! Kang Taehyun–" You were about to complain but he already had you under him. You gulped as he gave you that dark gaze, it always had been a signal to tell you that he's gonna fuck you into oblivion.

"Let's put that mouth of yours into good use." He said.

"I wanna suck you off," You bravely replied.

Taehyun chuckled sexily. "No, baby. Tonight is all about you."

You were about to complain again but you turned wordless when Taehyun tapped his fingers on your bottom lip. You quickly cave in and opened your mouth wide as he dipped his index finger and middle finger in your mouth, coating them with your saliva.

You hummed in pleasure as you sucked his fingers while looking up at him with sultry eyes. You knew damn well how to arouse your own boyfriend even more. 

"Fuck, you're so pretty that I wanna ruin you down there." He whispered and you instinctively moaned at that, just in time as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

You waited for that feeling, hands clasping Taehyun's biceps. Your eyes widened and your back arched as he rimmed you and quickly pushed in. He grinned, loving your reaction as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, the pace was already sending you to the edge. 

You felt your own wetness making the slide of his fingers go smooth and your mouth hung open in pleasure. He thrusted them faster and you could feel his knuckles burying on your entrance as his long fingers found your spot. 

"Ahh!" You moaned out loud, signalling him that you're near.

You whimpered and he leaned down to kiss your chest, slightly distracting you. "Come on, baby." He whispered and you rolled your hips against his fingers, meeting every push.

"Fuck!" You finally released, missing the feeling so much. 

"Very good, Ms. Secretary," Taehyun chuckled and you swiftly hit his chest.

"Just fuck me already, please." You whined and Taehyun snorted but obliged anyway. He used your own cum to lubricate his shaft, your eyes widening again at how hard he was. 

"Spread your legs wide for me, babe." He commanded while positioning himself on your entrance. You did as told and your hole that was still dripping, made Taehyun lick his lips as he hovered over you. 

His elbows were bracketing on each side of your head, feeling the warmth from his body enveloping you. He slowly pushed in, but all at once. You moaned in bliss, feeling how his massive cock stretched you wide. 

Taehyun groaned as he started thrusting in and out. His pace went from gradual to very fast, shocking you at the abrupt change of speed. 

"Wait- ah! Fuck, babe!" You rambled as you threw your head against the pillows, watching him with half-lidded eyes as he created a distance, fucking you while he sat. His knees were digging into the mattress as he gripped and pinned you into place by holding your hips down.

He muttered curses as he looked down at how your breasts were bouncing along with the hard thrusts he did, making him even hornier. His skin was slapping against yours as he pistoned deep inside you, burying his cock to your sweet spot before suddenly pulling out.

You looked up, about to ask him what's wrong, but he quickly slammed his cock back in, surprising the fuck out of you. The squelching noise of your fluid made you blush as he gave you short and quick pumps, making your entire body jolt on the bed. His cock was throbbing hard as he moved his hips around, filling your entire hole.

You softly moaned, feeling the build up in your stomach. Taehyun thrusted more and you messily pulled him down to catch his lips with yours and he gladly gave in. Your moans were muffled as he locked your tongue with his. 

He then pulled away, deepening his thrust as he dipped his head lower and clasped your breasts, making them perk up for him to suck.

"Babe," You cried out as he lapped onto your left breast, swirling his tongue around before sucking hard on your bud. You moaned at the thought that your boyfriend had the control of your entire body, his cock deep in your hole, his hands and lips marking you everywhere.

He moved on to your right breast, grazing his teeth against the nipple before sucking it. Your body arched up once again, asking for more and Taehyun quickly grabbed your other breast, massaging it with pleasure.

You were so near when he decided to combine everything and make you lose yourself under him. His lips locking with yours, muffling your whines once again, his big hands clasping your breasts, his stomach pressed against yours as he pounded into you, his cock twitching inside you due to sensitivity. 

"Cum now, babe." He mumbled in between your kiss as he pulled out once again and mercilessly pushed hard and deep in you, breaking the knot as you came. You moaned his name out loud as he gently grinded into you. He came inside your hole, releasing what felt like cups of his cum. He had to push in again as he kept on cumming and you squealed in ecstasy. 

You felt so slimy as you both made a mess on the sheets, chuckling to yourselves as you finally came down from your high.

"That was amazing," You gasped for dear air as Taehyun kissed your cheek. 

"Round two?" He softly whispered and you looked at him with wide eyes. 

"Please, Y/n?" He pouted, playfully thrusting his hips to remind you that he's still inside you. You yelped at that, chuckling nervously as you spoke, "For someone who has worked the entire day, you seem to be still energetic."

Your heart fluttered when you saw how Taehyun's cheeks were suddenly dusted in pink, "I just missed you so much. Wanna fuck you until dawn."

It was your turn to blush this time, knowing to yourself that you could make Taehyun horny any time of the day and crave for more.

You softly pecked his lips, smiling as you said. "Fuck me hard then."

Taehyun had a wide smile after hearing that, his natural fangs showing and before you could even reach up to kiss him again, you nearly screamed when he suddenly pulled out and flipped you on the bed. 

"Since you charmed me again, how about I take you on a date tomorrow?" 

"And how did I charm you, Sir? I haven't even seen you that much," You sulked.

"By simply being you," He smiled as he trailed kisses on your back. "And as for my absence, I'm sorry, baby. But I'll make it up to you."

"You can start now by actually fucking me until dawn, make me chase my breath, make it–"

You cut your own words when Taehyun slammed all the way in, his hips pressing against your ass. You moaned in shock, mouth hanging open as Taehyun grabbed you by the waist, his fingers squeezing your skin as he pulled you closer, making the distance between your body and his cock disappear. 

You wanted to lean up and feel his toned chest against your back but Taehyun guided you down, pressing on the pillows. Your face was sideways as he gripped your hair, the position you're both currently in was making you lose your mind. 

He pounded from the back, whispering how sexy and hot you were under him. Sweat trickled down and made both of your bodies glisten. You feel so wrecked as you moaned his name over and over again, tears flowed down from your eyes as he grabbed your hair.

You feel how sensitive you were as the knot started to form in your stomach once again. You screamed in pleasure as Taehyun pulled you close to him while he continued to fuck you from behind.

"Such a pretty face," He grunted as he wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand going up directly to play with your nipples. Your body arched perfectly for Taehyun to admire as he continued to feel every curve and inch of you.

"Maybe next time I can fuck you on your desk at work, yeah?" He whispered lowly, his hot breath fanning on your ear before he grabbed your hair again and made you face him.

"Fuck, yes! Yes!" You moaned loudly, mouth still hanging open as you rambled through the bliss and feeling of having Taehyun inside you.

"Okay, baby." He chuckled as he thrusted more, his free hand reaching around your thighs to rub down on your clit. You threw your head against Taehyun's shoulder at the pleasure, your eyes shut close as you let him manhandle you.

You pushed your ass against his pelvis, meeting every hard and skillful thrust he gave you. Your moans gradually turned into screams as you desperately held Taehyun's neck from behind.

"That's right, be a good girl and cum for me." He panted sexily as his thrusts turned sloppy but he managed to send you all over again to the edge of insanity, making you want nothing but that high that only Taehyun could give.

He felt your legs wobbling against the mattress and so he hurriedly slammed again. He thrusted hard, his skin slapping against yours and making them burn in red. You moaned as Taehyun clenched his hand on your breast, teased your clit, and came again deep inside you, popping strings of cum as he continued to thrust with good speed.

You came after him, squirting and adding a mess onto the sheets while some of it dribbled down your thighs. You kept your eyes closed as you sighed in relief, loving the feeling of aftersex as Taehyun guided your body to lay down with him. 

You were still blissed out as you closed your eyes, letting Taehyun pamper you with soft kisses all over your face and wrapping around you for a warm hug. He gently pressed his lips on the new lovebites painting your smooth skin while tracing his fingertips on your hips. 

"You're prettier with my marks," He stated before trailing his lips up to kiss your hair. You giggled in his arms as he pulled the duvet to cover both of your naked bodies. 

"I love you." Taehyun whispered, pulling you closer to his chest. You could practically hear his heart beating loudly for you and so you swore to yourself that even if you're dating him behind closed doors, you'd still do your best to give him the love he truly deserved.

"I love you more." You replied whole-heartedly and you saw a pretty smile bloomed on Taehyun's face. 

Soon, the both of you fell in slumber.

.・✥・゜・。.

note: thank you for reading! mafia boss!beomgyu coming up next!

[httpjeon]

heajix ― jungkook (m.)

jungkook/reader | alien!au | angst, fluff, smut

wordcount: 13.1k

contents: violence, blood, stabbing, minor character death, murder, mentions of mass genocide, knotting, breeding kink/impreg kink, light size kink, dirty talk, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, multiple orgasms, light cumflation, cum eating, cum sharing

― synopsis: you find yourself on palacios, home to the sehebon. unfortunately, it’s not by choice and you quickly realize how deadly the planet is.

note: heajix is pronounced hay-jicks

© httpjeon 2019. do not repost or modify.

blog masterlist ― made of stardust masterlist

You'd been traveling, backpacking to be precise, through Fanet IV System — the newest system to be open for interplanetary travel. While you were traveling and exploring the newly available system and planets you began experiencing extreme technical difficulties. You wound up having to make an emergency landing on the planet of perpetual night called Palacios, home of the Heajix — an obscure, secretive race small in population.

Unfortunately, the least developed planet hadn't taken too kindly to their status of open-for-visits and had seemingly gone into a global lockdown of some sort since it began.

The second you stepped off your craft, you began to cough. The pollution in the air and smog that you could see had you scrambling for the mask you'd been given ahead of your visit.

You were in the heart of the capital city, Yathe, and it was nothing like you'd expected. Instead of a bustling metropolis like on all the other planets — it was nothing but abandoned buildings and graffiti covered walls. There seemed to be limited electricity supplied as street lamps flickered on and off, though most didn't work. The ones that were flickering helped you navigate your way around regardless.

The place was basically lawless, from what you knew, and the citizens did what they wanted to for the most part.

Pulling your backpack over your shoulders, you began to make your way through a nearby residential area. The houses, if you could call them that, were dilapidated and run-down; some had broken windows and others were completely destroyed. The Heajix's native tongue was plastered all over the ruined buildings and, while you weren't fluent, were talking shit about the other planets.

Using the flashlight on your phone, and aided by the illumination of the moon, you managed to find yourself in front of a house. It was small and wooden, no doubt old. When you walked inside, you realized it was just a simple one-room house with an attached bathroom as the only other room.

It was a gamble to assume it was unoccupied but, you really didn't have any other choices since you really couldn't spend the night out on the street. Your communications were down and there was no cell service.

You sighed and stepped inside, wincing at the visible dust floating around the room — thankful for your mask. When you turned to lock the door, you were dismayed to find there was only a broken locking mechanism. Groaning, you banged your head against the door.

"Why does my life suck? This planet might actually kill me!" You grumbled to yourself.

You dropped your backpack on the floor, unraveling the sleeping bag that was attached at the bottom and dropping it in a suitable sleeping place. There was a window right beside the front door, large enough for you to clearly see outside and allowing the moonlight to drift in.

You placed your bag in the corner near your sleeping bag and sat down. It was soft and cushioned, helping you to not feel the hard, rough floor beneath. There was a pillow sewn into the sleeping bag which you laid your head on.

The trip had been long and grueling, taking a week to complete so sleep quickly caught up to you. As your eyes fluttered closed, just before darkness completely overtook you, you swear you saw someone moving in the window.

Waking up to no sunlight was definitely jarring and you quickly realized that your circadian rhythm was going to flip out. Regardless, you looked at the time and it was just past 9 in the morning so you stood up and stretched, intending to take a shower. Grabbing your backpack, you dragged it over to the bathroom. Toting the thing made you realize how heavy it was — you'd packed so much into it for the trip. It hit the floor with a clunk and you were briefly concerned it would break the wood floor beneath.

There was a shower — a rusted spigot and a broken hot water nozzle. You groaned, realizing how shitty your morning was about to be. You reached in, turning the nozzle. The pipes clanged loudly and made a high pitched wailing noise before spurting out water. Your jaw dropped open and you let out a cry of despair at the yellowed water.

After finishing your horrifying shower, 20 minutes of holding in shrieks from the cold polluted water, you sat on the floor in the main area by the window. You did notice that the moon was a lot brighter than it had been and provided more visibility. Pulling out your file from your backpack, you hunched over the floor to take note of the crummy conditions the planet lived in along with their lack of fresh, clean water.

It was a hobby of sorts, traveling through newly opened solar systems and journaling your stay on the planets.

Checking your phone, you noticed it was nearing noon and your stomach began to growl. You slipped your shoes on and put the mask back on your face before stepping out; hiding your belongings in the bathroom to make it seem like the house was empty should anyone come by.

When you stepped outside, you felt a shiver travel up your spine at the ominous atmosphere. It was completely silent, not a single soul in sight and it set you on edge. Pulling the hood of your hoodie up, you kept your head down as you began to walk towards the area where your ship had been parked. 

Truth be told, it was quite common on planets of weaker economies for the Capital Planet to provide the citizen with rations. 

There were other planets you'd seen them on, and as you walked through the smoggy city you were pleased to find a run-down building marked with a giant red symbol of Vulia — capital of Fanet IV. 

The glass doors were smashed open and you easily stepped inside. It was dark and dusty with minimal light helping to guide you. Finally giving in, you turned your cell phone's flashlight on and began to look around.

The place was massive and you were shocked to see that the shelves were still lined with food. It wasn't abundant but it was clear not many people had been picking from the rations.

You grabbed some things from the shelf, realizing you should have brought your backpack. Most of the food was marked in foreign text but you didn’t care. You just needed food or else you wouldn’t survive long enough, on the planet, to even figure out how to get home. 

You put some in your pockets and carried others in your hands as you swiftly left the building. Looking around, you felt like someone was watching you but the streets were pedestrian-free. In fact it was eerily empty — it was reminiscent of a ghost town. Strange considering it was the capital city of the planet. 

Not wanting to risk getting into trouble, you hurried on your way the your ‘home’. Regretfully, as you shut the door, you remembered the door didn’t properly lock. You weren’t particularly handy enough to really fix it by yourself, unfortunately.

You saved as much food as you could in order to avoid having to go back out and quickly found yourself bored. Looking at the clock, you realized it was only about 2pm. There was no way you could go outside to find something to do. Aside from the fact you knew close to nothing about the planet, you also didn't feel safe out and about.

So you sat there, watching the hours tick by. Your phone battery was depleting and there was no way to charge it — the planet wasn’t quite equipped with outlets and electricity. Once it was dead you were going to be so fucked — no flashlight and no way to tell the time.

It was still early when you decided to roll out your sleeping bag and lay down. You spent a while simply staring at the walls and ceiling daydreaming. 

As you lay there in your own world, out of the corner of your eye, something shifted in the darkness of your window.

You sat up quickly, turning your head to look but found nothing to see.

"Now I'm starting to hallucinate," You grumbled, laying back down and turning your back to the window.

You sighed when you woke back up, glancing at your phone indicated it'd only been a couple hours. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, your gaze shifted to the window once again.

Your breath caught in your chest when you could make out the shape of a person standing there — silhouetted against the moon's light.

You couldn't see their face but you knew they could see you, you could feel their gaze burning into you, as they brought their hand to the glass and tapped three times. You didn't breathe, eyes wide with fear you watched as their head tilted to the side. They lifted their hand up again, no doubt intending to knock again when they froze.

You swear you could hear muffled voices but it was so faint it was nearly impossible to be sure that's what you heard. The person's head snapped to the side, body going stiff.

Much to your horror, a second figure made an appearance from a few feet behind them.

All was still for a second before the first figure bolted and took off running. The second person stood there for a second and you were scared they were going to harass you as well. However, the person turned and walked in the opposite direction the other one ran.

With your sleeping bag pulled up to your eyes, you knew you weren't going to be falling asleep again.

When the morning came, you began trying to fix the lock — the night before having made you terrified for your safety. It was a simple type of latch and it took you hours to figure out a way to get it to work — with the help of a bobby pin and a spare pen you had in your bag.

It wasn't the best but it gave you a sense of peace of mind. 

You hoped you'd be able to sleep.

Staring at the window, you sighed — maybe you could find something to cover it up when you grew the courage to go out again. You really needed to, having run out of rations and on your last bottle of water that you had collected.

Your phone was almost completely dead after you had been using it to light your work on the lock. The bar was red indicating a sad 18% power left.

The time was a bit past 5PM and you decided to go while it was still technically daytime. Once outside, you wanted to cry with how much you hated it.

Curse you and you terrible luck. 

You could only hope that the signals for help you'd sent out would miraculously find their way to someone who could help you. There was also the possibility of you finding someone in Yathe who could help you — whenever you gained the courage to venture around and find help for yourself.

Until then, you'd just suffer by yourself.

You did the rounds again, this time you stuffed much more into your backpack — which you’d remembered to take. Every little creak and gust of wind caused you to jump, the image of that person standing at your window was still haunting you. 

You were going to be severely out of luck soon; with no phone, no way to contact Earth or a nearby planet to get to for safety, along with the apparent stalkers hiding in the dark. With worries weighing heavily on your mind, you found yourself drifting into your thoughts. Anxiety riddled your being and you cursed yourself for not having been prepared for an event like the one you were in.

The only thing that pulled you from your thoughts were the heavy footsteps not far behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end and your hands began to tremble. Taking a glance over your shoulder, you saw a broad-shouldered individual meandering around behind you. With their hood pulled over their head, you couldn't see their face but you were sure it was a man.

When he noticed you looking, he picked up his pace intending to catch up to you. You held a whimper of fear in, speeding up your own pace.

His footsteps sped up again and you felt tears of fear pricking at your eyes — your house was right up ahead. You could get inside and lock him out.

Just before you reached your house, the footsteps stopped altogether. When you glanced over your shoulder, you saw the man talking to another person.

He had a friend.

You were in such deep shit.

Practically bolting to your house, you locked the door shut and placed your backpack in front of it — it was heavy and it wouldn't do much. Nonetheless, it helped you feel safe. You slid to the floor underneath the window, out of view.

Despite your fear, your stomach began to grumble with hunger. You chanced a peek out of the window and found there was not another soul in sight.

Your hands were shaking so bad it made it difficult to bring your drink safely to your lips. It took you an hour, according to your phone, to eat some of your food as you had kept drifting off into space.

A loud bang made your eyes shoot open, having fallen asleep against the wall with your knees to your chest. Drowsy, you looked around for the source of what woke you up.

Another bang and you saw your poorly locked door move with the weight of someone slamming against it. You scrambled backwards away from the door, eyes wide as tears pricked at them in fear.

There was nothing you could do as the lock gave and the door flew open. A man stood there, shoulders heaving as he glared at you. You could see only his eyes as his face was masked with scarf.

"Please..." You whispered, backing yourself into a corner.

"I knew you were a human," He growled, voice gruff and raw. "You know you're not welcome here."

"I-I..." Your mind blanked with any defense you could have made.

Just as he took another step forward, a second larger figured barreled through the open doorway. He was covered by an oversized black hoodie and black face mask. The heavy black boots on his feet added more to his height. You saw your life flash before your eyes and you just knew you were doomed.

"You—" The new man moved forward in the blink of an eye and had the other man jacked up against the wall by the front of his shirt.

"What did I tell you?" The second man asked, voice muffled by the full-face white mask he wore.

"Look—" The first man began but stopped when the second tightened his grip. "Fuck fine, I'll go."

The second man said nothing, simply letting the other go for him to run out the door. He sighed, shoulders relaxing as he turned to you.

You were frozen where you sat, his dark eyes, through the dark shadow his long bangs casted, doing nothing to quell your fear.

"What's your name?" He suddenly asked.

"_-_____," You muttered, not taking your eyes off him as he began to walk around your house. His boots thunked against the wood floors as he investigated whatever he saw.

"Well ______," He turned to you and sighed. "My name's Jungkook."

He crouched in front of you, the chain hanging on his jeans jingling when it met the floor, pulling the bands around his ears off and removed his mask.

It felt like the air was promptly knocked out of you. Even in the dark you could make out beautiful features on his face; wide, sparkling doe eyes with long curly bangs that hung in them. He had pretty, delicate lips with a small freckle beneath and a sharp jawline.

He was young and really good looking.

"N-Nice to meet you, Jungkook..." You stuttered.

He cocked his head to the side, fully sitting on the floor in front of you with his legs spread and arms resting on his knees. His dark eyes analyzed you, scanning over your features and body.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice portraying no identifiable emotion.

"I-I just found this e-empty house and—"

"No, I mean why are you here...on Palacios," He nibbled on his bottom lip as he stared at you.

"I um...I was traveling and had to make an emergency landing on the nearest planet," You explained.

"Why are you still here?" Jungkook's eyebrows were furrowed.

"My...my communications are down and Palacios doesn't have cell reception," You explained. "I attempted to send out an emergency beacon when I landed but there's no telling if it went through. And I've been too scared to try and make the trek back to see."

"It's probably been looted and dismantled by now for spare parts," He said, making you groan in despair.

"Are there any like...Embassy officials I can talk to? Government officials that can help me?" With every question, you felt your heart beginning to race with anxiety once more.

Jungkook's shoulders shrugged as he shook his head. "Do you not know anything about this place?"

"Only what's been released through the media," You replied honestly. "That you guys went into a lockdown or something."

"We don't...like outsiders here," He whispered before looking away. "There's no one who can help you. We're governless and we have no officials."

"Well how do you have laws a-and—"

"Does it look like we have laws, _____?" He snapped, making you flinch. "Look around. This isn't Earth. We don't have the luxury of being law-abiding citizens. We do what we have to to survive."

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean—"

"Let's go," He cut you off again, standing up.

"Where?" You whispered, staring up at him.

"I said let's go," He growled, reaching down and grabbing your elbow. You whined when he aggressively jerked you to your feet, ignoring the painful grip he had on you.

"Wait! My things!" You complained, trying to break out of his harsh grip.

Jungkook growled, snatching up your backpack and tossing it over his shoulder.

"My sleeping bag..."

"You don't need it," He grumbled, yanking you out of the broken doorway.

As you walked, you noticed he tugged his mask back on — hiding his face. To your surprise, he pulled you only a few houses down from the one you had been in. He pulled out a key ring from the belt loops on his jeans and slid a key in the lock.

The house was still fairy dilapidated but it had clearly been renovated and fixed up to suit his needs. He hastily slammed the door behind him and locked the three locks that were there — a knob lock, deadbolt, and a simple latch lock like the one in the place you’d been hiding in.

The house was a bit bigger than the one you'd been in — it had an actual bedroom. All except a single window towards the back of the house and a window you could see in the bedroom were boarded up. Jungkook dropped your belongings on the floor with a thud and dropped to sit on the tattered couch in the living area.

"Um..." You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching as he removed his mask again and tossed it away. His eyes cut to you and he raised a brow in question. "Why am I here?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, closing his eyes as he laid his head on the back of the couch.

"I mean...at your house, why...am I in your house?"

He chuckled at your question and you bit your lip at the sight of his crooked smirk. "Well, you were nearly killed over there. Did you want to spend your night there?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Look," He sat up and sighed. "There was no way you could survive on your own in this place. Actual Heajix can barely survive. So, I'm doing you a favor and helping you out, okay? The least you could say is thank you."

"I...thank you." It came out more as a question and Jungkook scoffed.

"You can sleep here," He mumbled, getting to his feet and stalking past you to his room. As he passed you, a sweet smell, delicate scent wafted off of him and you couldn’t help but inhale. It was nice.

You felt around your pockets and realized you had left your phone behind. You whined as you sat down on the couch, not willing to ask Jungkook to go and retrieve it for you. Jungkook's door clicked shut and you were left alone and in silence. It was dark, the moonlight from the back window barely reaching where you were sitting.

You curled up, shivering at the cool draft and your lack of a blanket. Closing your eyes, you hoped for sleep to overtake you.

Soft footsteps moved around you and your eyes fluttered open. Jungkook stood in the kitchenette, shuffling with something on a plate. Sitting up, you winced at how sore your muscles were from curled up on the small space all night. Your neck felt stiff and hurt when you moved it a certain way. 

"Um what time is it?" You asked, voice groggy from sleep.

"I don't know," He replied, not looking at you.

"What do you mean you don't know?" You asked.

He turned around, carrying a plate over to the coffee table and placing it down. He was wearing a loose white sweater and sweatpants, long curly hair messy and hanging in his eyes. "I mean...we don't exactly have a concept of time anymore. There aren't really functioning clocks so we all just...run on our own schedules."

"I see..." You watched him pick at some food on the plate and pop it in his mouth. It looked like some kind of diced meat. "What is this?"

"Food," He replied shortly, not offering any other information even as you glared at him. "Eat before you die of starvation."

You sighed but couldn't deny the hunger pains in your stomach. Albeit suspiciously, you took a piece of meat and popped it in your mouth. You hummed, finding nothing strange tasting about it — it tasted similar to ham.

The two of you finished it together and he leaned back on the couch with a groan, patting his stomach. You sat in silence, listening to the wind blowing outside.

"It's probably going to storm soon," He muttered suddenly, eyes drifting towards the window.

You hummed in response, picking at a thread around a hole in your jeans. You weren’t sure how to reply to him, truthfully his tough attitude and mannerisms intimidated you. The last thing you wanted to do was make him mad enough to kick you out and it seemed like he had a bit of a short fuse. 

"Do you want a shower?" He suddenly asked, making you jump.

"Um...yeah I guess," You dreaded taking another shower in the filthy water but it’d give you a chance to be away from him and relax a bit.

Jungkook led you to the bathroom and you were surprised by how well maintained it was. He grabbed a towel from a shelf on the wall and tossed it to you. Then without uttering another word, he shut the door and left you alone.

You were pleased to see a hot water handle and eagerly turned it. Then, much to your surprise, the water came out perfectly clean and clear. Without wasting a second, you eagerly stripped and stepped under the warm shower.

It felt like you were in there for ages, having to use some soap Jungkook had to clean yourself. You hoped he didn't mind, though it smelled very good.

When you stepped out, you felt fresher and you were surprised to see new clothes on the countertop.

He had come in while you were shower.

Your face burned hot, hoping he hadn't looked. Throwing on the clothes, you hummed at how clean and nice you felt for the first time since being on the planet. When you walked out of the bathroom, Jungkook was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and arms over his chest like he was napping.

"H-How did you have clean water?" You asked, taking a seat beside him.

You heard him inhale and felt his body tense. For a second you thought he was going to yell at you, but instead he opened his eyes to look at you. "I hooked all my piping to a private water reservoir that continuously purifies the water."

"That's...impressive," You whispered. "How'd you learn to do that?"

He shrugged. "Took a lot of testing, trial and error with the purification. But my parents were mechanical engineers in Zlathe."

"Zlathe?" You asked.

"It was another city a long time ago," He replied, running a hand through his hair revealing his forehead.

"...Was? What do you mean?" You sat up straighter and he sighed.

"Before everything fell, Zlathe was a neighboring city even bigger than Yathe," He explained.

"I don't understand," You muttered. "What do you mean everything fell?"

"You really are ignorant," He chuckled, though it held no mirth. You couldn’t find it in you to be offended because it was true; but no one outside knew anything about the planet.

"Well it's not my fault your planet is a secret," You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"We were less developed than everyone...the other planets," His voice held nothing but spite as he spat out the words. "Palacios is the smallest and collectively they all decided, even as we rejected the idea, to create landfills here to dispose of their waste so their own planets didn't become a mess."

"So...that's what caused the pollution?" You asked.

He nodded. "The more toxic the air became, the more sick people became. Those who were able to leave did and those who couldn't were trapped. All of our government leaders left us without a word. Everything went to complete chaos."

"That's horrible! They just abandoned their citizens?" You gasped, eyes wide with shock.

"One by one the cities became desolate. Yathe is, from what we know, the only standing safe city. When the population became crammed into this last safezone those fucking Vorderans swept in and raided every nook and cranny they could. We went from 500,000 people to a mere maybe...20,000?"

"Vorderans?" You hummed. "The people of Vulia? Capital Planet for Fanet IV? Why did they do that?"

Jungkook scoffed. "Why would I tell you? So you can report it back to the Humans and they can take what's left of an already dying people? We're a doomed species — pushed to the brink of extinction over greed and classicism. Why do you think we kill any outside official that comes here, huh?"

"W-We just...everyone just said Heajix were very...private," You muttered, a little startled by his aggressive attitude.

"Yeah they would," He spat. "They don't want to have to explain the complete genocide and decimation of a planet they spearheaded."

"Did you say kill?" You suddenly whispered, brain catching up to what he’d previous confessed.

"Of course, any foreign person who comes to us...after we warned the Embassy to leave us alone...they sign their own death warrant," He said, absolutely no remorse in his voice.

"Is that why that guy broke in?" You asked, which he nodded at.

"Yeah, you were targeted by him even though it wasn't even discussed," When he heard you hum in confusion. "We may not have people in high positions telling us what to do but we do maintain some order. Any foreign person who comes here is watched and if they're deemed a threat we take them out. So far...every person has proved themselves to be so. But you...we hadn't caught you doing anything other than trying to survive and hide so we voted to leave you alone."

"So why did that guy—"

"He went off the deep end I guess, didn't trust you and wanted to take you out on his own terms to be safe. He'll be punished and dealt with appropriately," He said, pulling his sleeves of his sweatshirt up to show a wide expanse of tattoos written in a foreign text. "All criminals after punishment are made to have a tattoo on their skin detailing the nature and severity of the crime. It's kind of like a way to shame us for behaving that way. It’s a little piece of our culture we’ve maintained even after the fall."

You leaned closer, looking over the intricate text that was displayed. He had a handful from what you could tell.

"I take it you're not going to tell me what your crimes are?" You asked, unsurprised when he yanked his sleeve down harshly.

"What the hell happened to your arm?" He suddenly asked, changing the subject, eyes pinned to your arm.

When you looked down to follow his gaze, you were shocked to see a nasty purpling bruise around your elbow.

"I have no idea," You muttered. However, he grabbed your wrist and you gasped, attempting to yank yourself away. "That hurts, you know! Jeez, why are you so rough?"

"Rough?" He scoffed. "I'm barely even touching you!"

"Well, you've got a twisted concept of gentle," You muttered, rubbing your now sore wrist. "Oh."

"What?" He grumbled, pouting at having been chewed out by you.

"It's where you grabbed me yesterday," You muttered. "Jeez I knew you were rough but..."

"I wasn't that rough..." At the tone of his voice, you looked up and saw him frowning. He lightly ran his fingers over the bruise. "I didn't meant to hurt you."

"I..." You were shocked by how upset he seemed over it, showing actual concern. "It's okay...it'll heal. J-Just be more careful next time, okay?"

"I didn't realize how easy you are to hurt," He muttered, still staring at your bruise. "You're a delicate race, huh? I'll be more careful, I promise."

You smiled at him and nodded. His lips twitched upward in his own smile and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

The following day, Jungkook stood before you with a backpack on his shoulders. His mask was in place and he looked at you where you sat on his couch.

"When I leave, lock the door behind me," He ordered you, watching as you quickly nodded your head. "And don't open up until you're sure it's me, got it?"

"Got it," You replied, feeling anxious over the situation.

His boots stomped against the floor as he walked to the door, casting one strong glance at you over his shoulder before walking out and slamming it shut. You quickly raced over and slid the latch lock in place and twisted the deadbolt while he locked the knob. Left alone in the silence, you felt extremely uncomfortable.

You looked around, eyes falling on the door to Jungkook's bedroom. Debating for a moment, you decided he'd probably be gone long enough for you to have a peek.

Pushing the door open, you were pleased at how nice it smelled — Jungkook's clean scent permeating from every inch.

As you stepped inside, you noticed a pile of old, worn books in one corner. He had a table beside his bed with a picture frame on it. Taking a seat on his mattress, you grabbed the frame and examined it. There was a picture of Jungkook, albeit a bit younger, standing with a man and woman on either side of him and behind him a taller man who looked similar to Jungkook.

You opened the drawer of his table, having to pull hard as it seemed to be off the track. It was empty inside aside from a paper you couldn't read and a bottle of lotion. Humming, you simply pushed the drawer back closed and looked around the room some more.

Deciding there was nothing else worth looking at, you stepped out of his room and shut the door. Boredom struck immediately and you dropped down onto the couch and curled up.

The least you could do is take a nap.

Your rest didn't last long because you were startled awake by violent knocks on the door. From outside, you could hear Jungkook calling your name. Jumping to your feet, you scrambled to unlock the door and let him in. He sounded so panicked that your hands were shaking by the time you slid the latch lock open.

Jungkook burst in the second the door was open and promptly fell to the ground with a groan. You shut the door and shakily locked it again before turning to him.

"J-Jungkook? What happened?" You crouched down and helped him pull his backpack off.

He winced, making a hissing noise the second he was made to move. You gasped, noticing the way that he was holding his side — red seeping through his fingers.

"Oh my god, what happened?!" You cried, hands hovering above him not knowing what to do.

"J-Just a stupid accident," He groaned, the back of his head hitting the floor harshly when he tossed it back. The impact didn’t seem to bother him. "Was chasin' some animal and I fell. Caught myself on some scrap metal on the way down."

"Holy crap, how bad is it?" You urged him to move his hand so you could see his wound.

The metal had torn a hole in his shirt and you could see a deep gash across his ribs. There was blood gushing from it and you were worried about the possibility of infection.

"It needs to be cleaned and probably stitched, Jungkook," You muttered, watching him put his hand back over it to slow the bleeding.

"I don't have t-to clean it or stitch it," His eyebrows were drawn together and his jaw was clenched in pain.

"I have a first aid kit in my backpack," You stood up quickly, ignoring his protests, dashing over to where your backpack was leaning against the wall.

Zipping it open, you began to fish through your belongings searching for the little white box. You pulled out a towel, deciding it might be good to help clean him up some. You made a soft sound when you finally spotted the kit, pulling it out and holding it up in triumph.

Sitting beside Jungkook again, you helped him remove his shirt. There were a few tattoos and scars scattered along his chest and abdomen but you didn't have time to ogle at his naked body. You pressed the spare towel against his wound and apologized as he hissed in pain. His hand was covered red in blood — some of it having dripped down his wrist to his elbow. You noticed that his mask was gone as well.

"Okay, I'm going to put some antiseptic on it alright?" You asked, pulling the towel off slightly. "It's going to burn like...really bad but—"

"Just do it," He groaned. "Nothing can top this pain right now."

You sighed and ripped open an alcohol wipe. The second it touched the wound, Jungkook's entire body jerked and he let out a sharp word in his mother tongue that you assumed was a cuss. In another situation, you would have laughed at the reaction. Next, you cleaned it with some hydrogen peroxide, making sure to flush the wound as best you could.

"Wh-Where did you learn to do this?" He asked, voice tight with pain.

"Well...I have just basic knowledge from things I've seen on like TV and..stuff like that. So I don't actually know if I'm doing it right or not," You whispered. "But the point is it's getting cleaned, right?"

"Shit, I guess you're right," He mumbled, eyes focused on the ceiling above him.

"I-It's still bleeding, it really will need stitches...it's so deep," You whispered, watching as blood continued to seep through.

"Can you do it?" He asked.

"I don't know...the only thing we can do is try, right?" You were lucky you had a full first aid kit, complete with a sterile needle and thread.

It was quite dark and you had to lean close to see the edges of the wound. You took it slow, apologizing to Jungkook whenever the needle pierced the torn skin. Little by little, the wound was closed until you managed to tie a tight knot to ensure the stitches wouldn't open back up.

Sitting back, you let out a sigh of relief. "I have some pain medicine," You said, taking out a few tablets of Ibuprofen from the first aid kit.

"Thanks," He popped them in his mouth, wincing as he had to swallow them dry.

Then was a big sigh, his body finally relaxed against the floor. He blinked slowly, as if he was struggling to stay awake. You assumed his adrenaline rush crashed and he was growing tired — no doubt exhausted from the adrenaline crash.

"This is insane," He mumbled suddenly, voice sounding slurred.

"What is?" You questioned.

"Before I would just think of getting myself home safe and that'd be the end of it," His lashes fluttered as he fought the sleep that threatened to overtake him. "But this time...all I could think was that I had to get back to you so you would be safe. Unbelievable."

You couldn't help but smile, though he missed it as his eyes finally closed. In a matter of moments, his breathing evened out and you knew he fell asleep.

Right on the floor.

Chuckling, you shook your head and wandered to his bedroom to pull the blanket off his bed — just a thin throw blanket and one of his pillows. You returned to him and carefully, doing your best not to wake him, placed the pillow beneath his head and the blanket over his body.

Your own exhaustion seemed to catch up to you and you curled up on the couch, your own eyes shutting as you stared at Jungkook's sleeping form.

When you woke up, it was on your own. You saw Jungkook was still asleep and sighed. Quickly pulling yourself up, you wandered over to him. Sitting down, you peeled the blanket off of him. You moved his arm off his chest so you could look at his wound but you let out a harsh gasp at what you saw. Jungkook's eyes immediately popped open and sharply turned to look at you.

"What is it?" He asked, body relaxing when he realized it was just you.

"Y-Your wound..." You leaned down to get a closer look, looking at your uneven stitching over the red skin.

"What about it?" He hummed, looking down to take a look at himself.

"It's healed up..." Beneath the stitches, the skin was still reddened but there was no sign of the open wound that was once there. Just a puffy looking scar was left in its wake.

"Oh good," He sat up and stretched his arms — his joints popping at the action, making him groan. "Hand me my backpack, yeah?"

"What do you mean good?! Yesterday you were bleeding out on the floor a-and now you're acting like it's just okay?!" You cried, throwing your hands up in frustration.

He stared at you for a moment, looking confused before sighing. He rolled over and grabbed his backpack, pulling it into his lap and digging through.

"Eat something and then we'll talk, okay?" He pulled out a bar of something and when you opened it, it resembled a granola bar but was much softer.

When you took a bite, you were surprised that it tasted like meat. But it wasn't bad. Jungkook pulled out his own and quietly began eating. It was silent between the two of you, as you simply ate. Before long, you were finished and Jungkook simply threw the wrappers into his backpack.

"Now will you tell me?" You muttered, raising a brow when he sighed.

He stood up and moved over to the couch, leaving you kneeling beside his makeshift bed. He sat down and looked at you expectantly, making you rise to your feet and stumble over to sit beside him.

"I guess there's no reason to hide it," You scanned over him as he spoke, taking the opportunity to look over his body again. He was fit, no doubt, with faint abs and lovely, veiny forearms.

"So you have super healing abilities?" You asked quietly.

"We...our species produces a chemical naturally that can heal virtually anything," He explained. "It's in any fluid we excrete; even sweat. And it's in our blood, obviously."

"That's amazing..." You whispered, eyes drifting back to his wound. "Why did you let me take care of it if you knew it was going to heal up?"

"I...Because the other planets use us for it," He muttered, fists clenching. "Do you remember what I told you? About the Vorderans?" You nodded and he continued, "They...collected us for the chemical. They produce the highest quality super medicine in the solar system. And it's because they slaughtered thousands of us to get it."

"So...you didn't trust me to tell me?" You asked, though there was no tone to indicate you were trying to guilt him.

"No," He sighed. "But since you did take care of me...I figured I could at least give it a try, right?"

"Thank you, Jungkook," You smiled. "I'm really happy you're okay, you know. I was really worried. Without you, I'd be doomed here."

"That's very true," He smirked, relaxing into the couch. "You're absolutely helpless!"

"Hey!" You pouted. "You could teach me, you know?"

"Teach you how to survive out there?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. You nodded and he shook his head. "You're too much of a target. I wouldn't be able to handle looking after you and trying to scavenge."

"I guess that's true," You muttered. "I just don't want to be a burden. You went out of your way to help me and I've done nothing in return for the fact you keep helping me."

He wore a frown as he looked at you. "You're not a burden. In fact, I actually appreciate having you around."

"You do?" You asked, your heart stuttering in your chest as he looked at you with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah," He smiled. "I hadn't realized how lonely I was. But with you here now, I feel a lot...happier. Lighter. It feels nice to not be alone."

"I...I'm happy I can make you feel that way, Jungkook," You whispered, meeting his eyes.

The two of you sat like that in silence. You felt a soft brush of Jungkook's fingers on your hand and he easily laced his fingers through yours.

You felt content; happy even.

You were curled up on the couch, unable to sleep through the howling sound of the wind outside. Rain was pouring down and the thunder was so loud your ears were ringing. Clouds blocked out the moon, blanketing you in complete and total darkness.

It was cold, Jungkook still hadn't given you a blanket and you were beginning to think he forgot. The storm had brought the temperature down drastically, leaving your teeth chattering in effect.

The storm was unlike anything you'd experienced on Earth. It was actually a bit scary.

You sat up, finally unable to take it anymore. There was no reason for you to suffer like you were.

You tiptoed over to Jungkook's bedroom and suddenly hesitated. You didn't want to wake him up for a silly blanket, you'd feel bad. Your shoulders sagged and you turned back to sit back down on the couch.

Somehow, you managed to doze off, curled up in a ball in an attempt to keep warm.

You were awoken very soon after by the weight of something warm being laid upon you. Eyes fluttering open, you met Jungkook's eyes. His brows were furrowed and when he saw you were awake, knelt down beside the couch.

"You're freezing, why didn't you ask me for a blanket?" He whispered, mindlessly tucking the blanket around you.

"I-I didn't want to wake you," You mumbled, voice wobbly from shivering.

"Don't worry about that," He grumbled. "I'd rather you wake me up than fucking freeze to death during a storm."

"I'm sorry," You whispered, eyes fluttering again as you finally warmed up. It felt so cozy beneath the blanket and it smelled just like Jungkook. "Thank you, Jungkook."

"Don't worry about it," He whispered, brushing some stray hair off your face as your eyes closed once again.

"It's my duty to take care of you now," He uttered once he was sure you were asleep.

The first time you noticed something was wrong was when you began to get dizzy randomly — usually accompanying a roaring headache. You ignored it, however, choosing to nap off the headache and continue your days on like usual.

Jungkook began going out for scavenging more and more — bringing home killed rodents and other animals. Sometimes he would come home with some rations or a snack from when the world was a functioning metropolis.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked one morning while the two of you ate some breakfast you prepared.

"Huh?" You looked up from your plate at him.

He was gazing at you, brows furrowed as usual but his head was cocked to the side. "You just look really dazed. And you're barely touching your food."

"Ah, I just..." You cleared your throat. "I lost my appetite, I guess."

"Well, I'm going to go out again today," He said, eating the last of what was on his plate. "I'll be back tonight as usual, alright?"

"Yeah, be careful okay?" You whispered, watching as he hesitated staring at you.

He lifted his hand and placed it softly on your head, smiling.

"I'll see you soon."

Left alone, you ate as much of the food as you could before you had to toss it. You found yourself laying on the couch once again, feeling sluggish and lazy. Deciding a nice nap was in order, you let your eyes flutter shut.

When you woke back up, it felt like you were hit by a bus. You groaned, your head pounding making you whine. Sitting up proved to be a bad move as you felt your stomach turn. Immediately you let yourself flop back down.

Of course you'd get sick on a dystopian planet with no access to medicine.

The hours ticked by and there was no sign of Jungkook. You'd gotten accustomed to his schedule and the general time frame you both ran in so you knew he was well overdue for his return.

You became antsy, pacing around and taking naps when you could. The cold you'd acquired seemed to only get worse as you were plagued with an unfortunate fever. Hiding under your blanket didn't help and being out from the blanket didn't help either. You whined, knowing you didn't have any medicine to help break your fever.

Feeling crappy and concerned about Jungkook made tears sting your eyes; you were always a cry baby when sick.

The door opening finally is what woke you up. Jungkook grumbled, slamming the door.

"Why the hell wasn't the door properly locked?" He snapped, dropping his bag on the floor with a bang.

"Hey...that's loud," You whined, flinching at the way your head began to pound.

"Answer me—hey...what's the matter?" He asked, losing his anger for concern.

"I'm sick," You complained, watching as he kneeled down.

"Sick?" He mumbled, looking over your face — noticing your glassy eyes.

"I have a fever," You explained with a sigh.

He hummed, bringing his hand up to press his palm against your forehead. He hissed, pulling back and sighing.

"I was so scared you weren't coming back, you were gone so long," You whispered, shakily sitting up.

Jungkook's hands hovered in the air, ready to help or catch you if you fell. "I'm sorry, I went a little further than I usually do. But I was only gone overnight. It wasn't that long."

"It felt like days," You whined, tears stinging your eyes.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, cupping your cheek and brushing some hair away from your eye. "I didn't mean to upset you so much."

"It's okay, I'm just...a crybaby," You muttered, cheeks flushing at the fond smile that crossed Jungkook's face — a cute bunny-like smile.

"I...can help you feel better, if you'd let me," He asked, moving to sit beside you on the couch. "My species can cure illnesses, remember?"

"How will you do that?" You asked, voice a little slurred.

"Well..." In the moon's illumination, you could see his ears burning red. "I...I can kiss you?"

Your mind blanked at those words, blinking several times to take in what he said. You recalled what he said about his saliva, or any fluid, possessing the chemical to cure illnesses. Still, despite the fact it was for medicinal purposes, your stomach fluttered with butterflies and your heart stuttered in your chest the idea of kissing him.

"I-I don't mind..." You uttered, subconsciously licking your lips.

He cupped your cheek, leaning down and ever so softly brushed his lips against yours. When you sighed happily at the contact, he surged forward and pulled you into a much deeper kiss. Your lips moved in unison and you couldn't help but reach up to wrap your arms around his neck.

Shuddering, you held in a whimper when his tongue met your lips. You eagerly opened your mouth, shuddering as the taste of him lingered upon your tongue. Your fingers clutched at his hair as you continued to deepen the kiss.

After several long, lovely seconds of the kiss — he finally pulled away. There was a small strand of saliva still connecting the two of you. He brushed his thumb across your lips, breaking the strand.

The two of you sighed, falling silent but he kept his hand on your cheek.

"You should rest now, you'll feel better soon," He whispered, standing up and stepping away.

You missed his touch immediately, and watched him until he disappeared behind his bedroom door.

You curled up under the blanket, fingers pressed to your lips as the feeling of him kissing you lingered. The way your heart began to race made you sigh heavily; what an effect he had on you.

The next day, you were feeling much better and were back to eating properly. You could tell Jungkook was happy; he was positively beaming and smiling at you every chance he got.

It was cute.

The two of you were playing a card game; using some cards you'd had in your bag for when you were bored on the trip through Fanet IV. You were teaching him Earth games and how to play.

You were just about to beat him for the 5th time at Go Fish when there was a heavy knock on the door. Both of you jumped and Jungkook was on his feet in a second.

His whole body was tense and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. He carefully moved in front of you, shielding your body from the door subconsciously.

"Wh-What is it?" You asked, keeping your voice low.

"No one should come here," He whispered back. "Go hide in the bedroom, alright?"

"But Jungkook—"

"Just do it!" He snapped, giving a gentle push to your back to urge you into the open doorway.

You spared him a longing glance before he pulled the door shut with a soft click.

You took a seat on his bed, listening through the thin walls as Jungkook's heavy footsteps moved towards the door. There was a loud click as he unlocked the deadbolt.

There was a quick beat of silence before a slam so loud that you had to cover your mouth to keep from shrieking.

"Fuck! What the fuck are you doing here?!" You heard Jungkook shout.

"Followed you home," Came a gruff, almost bored-sounding reply. "You weren't very smart. Didn't even notice you were being tailed."

"Fuck," You heard Jungkook swear.

"Now, I hope you make this easy for me and just come along nicely," The stranger asked. “Maybe if you tell me where more are hiding, I'll go easy on you.”

Jungkook didn't offer a reply but you could hear heavy boots approaching the bedroom door. You kept your hands over your mouth to keep from making a peep as you slid off the bed and huddled yourself into a dark corner.

The stranger suddenly shrieked and there was a heavy thud of someone falling to the floor. Jungkook let out a string of curses before there was a crash, grunting and scuffling filling your ears.

What was going on?

From where you hid, you could see a little box beneath Jungkook's bed. As quietly as you could, you pulled it out and opened it up.

It was an array of several different knives. Eyes flicking over to the door, you hatched an idea to hopefully help.

If Jungkook didn't win, the man was going to take him away. The mere thought of that happening sent a spark of terror through you.

Picking up the biggest knife that was in the box, you tiptoed over to the door. You could still hear the two of them fighting, the sound covering up the soft click of the door opening. Peeking through the crack, you were shocked to see the table smashed completely. The man was pinning Jungkook down by his throat. Jungkook was struggling, obviously unable to get air. The stranger laughed mockingly down at him.

Your hands and knees were trembling as you quickly crept out.

"You barely even put up a fight," The stranger spat at Jungkook. "You Heajix never were able to take us on though, isn't that right? That's why we were able to kill so many of you! Such incredible strength yet still unable to protect yourselves. Pathetic.” 

You couldn't even register his words as you finally stood behind him. Jungkook's eyes were fluttering and he was dangerously close to passing out.

Steeling yourself, you raised the knife overhead and brought it down as hard as you could. The man shrieked so loud that your ears were ringing. The knife was stuck in his back, buried more than halfway through. Part of you felt proud for putting the power behind the attack.

Jungkook let out a desperate gasp, finally getting the oxygen he desperately needed. While you were distracted looking at Jungkook, the strange man spun around and grabbed you by your throat.

"I knew there was someone else here," The man snarled, squeezing your neck as hard as he could.

You couldn't even make a sound of pain as your feet were lifted off the ground. Your vision was swimming but you could make you Jungkook getting to his feet. The man, you noticed, had strange glowing eyes — as if a light were coming from behind them and illuminating the whites.

In the blink of an eye, Jungkook ripped the knife from your assailants back — making him drop you in shock. You hit the ground hard, knocking what little air you had left in you right out.

Jungkook was on the man before he could even blink, stabbing him several times until he was on his knees. Jungkook paused, chest and shoulders heaving as he glared down at the man.

Then, you watched with wide eyes as Jungkook lifted his leg and kicked the man so hard his body physically flew back. The man was limp, blood dripping from his mouth and nose — eyes open and unseeing.

"Holy shit..." You whispered from where you were still laying on the floor.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asked, helping you sit up with a gentleness that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. His hands were coated in the intruders blood but you didn't mind.

Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you knocked him down on his butt. You hugged him tight, sighing when you felt him wrap his own arms around you.

"I-I didn't know what to do," You whispered. "He was saying he was going to take you away. I saw you were about to pass out and I knew he would take you. I'm sorry I got involved."

"Hey, it's okay," Jungkook pulled back and smiled. "You saved me! Maybe you aren't as helpless as I thought."

You smiled, shaking your head. Then, without thinking, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. He froze for a fraction of a second but quickly cupped the back of your head and returned the kiss.

When you parted, you asked, "So what do we do with him?"

"The Vorderans are going to come looking for him when they notice he's not reported back to them," Jungkook mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the body. "I'll take him out somewhere and dump him off where they won't be able to link it to me."

"You're going to leave right after that?" You asked, your shoulders slumping.

"I shouldn't be gone long, _____," He smiled, brushing his thumb over your pouted lips.

"But what if there are more of them? What if they take you away and I don't even know!"

As if sensing the panic in your voice, he cupped your cheeks and brought your gaze to him.

"That won't happen," He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead — sending your heart into painful palpitations. "It'll be easier to hide out there and easier to lose them if they do find me. I promise, I'll come back and everything will be okay."

"I'm just...scared, Jungkook," You admitted, feeling your eyes burn.

"I know," He sighed, pressing another kiss to your forehead. Your cheeks immediately felt like they were on fire. "But I would never leave you like that."

You clung onto him as long as he allowed you before he decided it was best to get going. He told you to hide in his room until he got back and to just rest.

"Don't open the door," He warned, though he already knew he didn't have to worry about that.

Left alone, you didn't know what to do with yourself. You'd watched Jungkook lift the body like it was nothing — which only reminded you of what the Vorderan has said; Heajix just had incredible physical strength.

You had a much better concept of time since you weren't sick and you were sure 2 days had passed since you'd last seen Jungkook. You could barely sleep, anxiety plaguing every second that he was gone.

You'd taken to sleeping in his bed, taking comfort in his scent surrounding you. Thankfully, Jungkook had managed to stock up on food so you were able to properly eat in his absence. Though it was more a mechanical task to pass the time than it was for actually sustaining you.

It hadn't occurred to you how much he had changed until you were laying in his bed one night. You thought back to the rough, cold exterior he had when you first met him. And now you were blessed with his smile and comforting caresses.

He made your heart ache in the best way and you wanted to hold him and have him kiss you over and over again. He was so sweet and did his best to take care of you.

You'd really been lucky that he was around when he was that night.

The fact he hadn't returned didn't help quell the fears of more Vorderans being around just waiting for someone to come around. For a Heajix to take away.

You didn't think you would hate an alien planet over the sake of another alien race but you knew the Heajix had been treated unfairly. It was cruel and the fact it was just allowed to happen and no one cared really made you angry.

If you ever got back to Earth you were going to do something to help.

You were lost thinking about the things you could do to help when the front door clicked open.

A spark of fear went down your spine as you sat straight up in the bed. Through the door and walls, you could hear heavy footsteps moving around.

They moved to the door and paused. You held your breath, pulling the covers up to your chin as you watched the door creak open.

A black head of fluffy hair popped in and smiled when he saw you sitting there.

"I was wondering where you—!" He was cut off by you flying off the bed and throwing yourself into his arms.

"You're home!" You gasped, burying your face in his neck. You didn't bother fighting the tears that tumbled down your cheeks.

"Yeah..." You could hear the smile in his voice as he wrapped his arms around you, fisting the back of your shirt tightly as if you would slip away. "I'm home."

"I was so worried and..." Your cheeks burned before you muttered, "I missed you."

Reaching up, he cupped both your cheeks in his hands, making you look up at him. You leaned into the feeling of his touch on your skin as he wiped your tears away ever so carefully. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.

"I missed you too," He smiled, pecking your lips again. "But I'm back just like I promised I would be. I told you I'd never leave you, right?"

"You're right," You whispered, moving forward to kiss him again. He eagerly reciprocated and you whined into his lips.

He gripped your hips, rough and harsh. You winced, pulling your lips away slightly only for him to chase them — muttering a soft apology before relaxing his grip.

Neither of you wasted time moving to the bed. With your back pressed against the mattress and his wide shoulders above you, you couldn’t help the shiver running down your spine.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down for another kiss.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” He breathed against your lips.

“Please,” You whispered, reaching down to tug at the hem of his dirty shirt.

“So pretty when you beg,” He growled, sitting up on his knees to pull the shirt off.

Immediately, your hands were roaming across his chest — grazing over scars and tattoos.

He groaned when your fingers brushed over his pebbled nipples. Leaning down, he nipped against the sensitive skin of your neck. As you sighed in pleasure, he began to push your own shirt up until he was able to toss it away.

Sitting up, he let out a curse at the sight of your bare breasts. One large hand cupped one, thumb rolling the nipple harshly until you whimpered. His lips moved down your neck to take the other nipple into his hot mouth, tongue flicking the bud. Your hands wound into his hand, back arching to get more of the delicious feeling.

“Jungkook, please…” You whined, arching your hips upwards. “I-I want you so much.”

“Yeah?” He groaned against your breast, moving to take your other perked nipple into his mouth. “Who would have figured I’d already have you begging?”

“I missed you so much, Jungkook,” You whined, sniffling softly as the emotions came rushing back. “I need you to touch me, please.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” He whispered, leaning back up to peck your lips.

In one swift move, your pants were tugged down your legs until you were left in just your panties. He hummed cupping your heat through the fabric, easily finding your clit and pressing against it. You sighed, head rolling back as you ground your hips down into his touch. Unable to take it, you reached down and tugged your panties off. He allowed you, watching as you kicked them away and spread your legs for him.

“Fuck,” He groaned, dropping onto his stomach between your legs. “So pretty and wet.”

Your legs trembled as he slid two fingers between your folds, spreading them to expose your leaking entrance. He groaned, low in his chest before quickly diving in to catch some of your arousal on his tongue. You sighed, eyes fluttering close as he swirled his tongue over your clit.

“Ah, Jungkook!” You cried, gripping his hair.

“Fuck,” He growled, pulling back slightly. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“G-Gentle,” You whined, gripping his hair tighter. “It’s sensitive.”

He didn’t respond, simply chuckled before diving back in. He took your clit into his mouth and sucked until your back arched. Soon, he introduced his fingers — easily sliding two in. There was a slight burn but it lasted only a second.

“You can take 3, right?” He chuckled, rolling his tongue over your clit. “You’re gonna need that many to even think of trying to take my knot.”

“Kn-Knot?” You gasped, unable to wrap your head fully around his words as he pumped the two digits in and out.

Your hips bucked when he hit your g-spot. Your eyes rolled as he continued to abuse the spot while playing with your clit in any way he could.

“I’m gonna cum soon, Kook,” You whined, unaware the pet name had slipped through your lips.

He growled, viciously pounding his fingers upwards and suckling your clit into his mouth. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, a tight coil of pleasure winding in your stomach. Opening your eyes, you looked down to see his bangs matted to his forehead with sweat. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He looked like he was in utopia himself.

What broke the cord, however, was when he eased the third finger into you. You gasped, back arching as you cried out his name — cumming around the digits. He didn’t stop, fucking your spasming hole and sucking on your twitching clit throughout your entire high until you were whining and pushing him away.

He separated his mouth from you with a lewd pop and slid his fingers out. You felt empty, clenching around nothing as he popped his cum soaked fingers in his mouth. His eyes rolled back at your taste and he chased what was left on his lips until there was nothing left of your cum.

He stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them slide to the floor until he could step out of them. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and you nearly drooled at the sight of his hard cock— weeping at the flushed, red tip with a soft swell at the base of his cock.

You scooted forward on your knees, wrapping your hand around his shaft and leaning forward to slide your tongue of the slit. He sighed, head falling back on his shoulders as you took the thick head on your mouth and sucked. The taste of his precum was delectable — salty-sweet with a bitter tang.

“You’ll make me cum too fast with your pretty lips on me like that, baby,” He whispered, gripping your hair to pull you away.

You whined at the loss but let him urge you onto your back. Your feet hanging off the end of the bed and Jungkook standing at the end with a fist wrapped around his cock made you lick your lips. He looked so powerful standing over you like he was.

“Scoot back,” He ordered, crawling onto the bed after you.

With your head in the pillows, you spread your legs for him. Knees on either side of his waist, you both looked down to watch as he slid the head of his cock between your wet folds — coating himself in your juices. A split second of hesitation as he positioned his tip at your entrance felt like an eternity.

“Are you sure you want to…?” He asked softly, mindlessly slapped your clit with the head of himself. 

“Please,” You gasped, wrapping your hand in his hair to tug him down.

Your mouths simultaneously fell open as he pressed inside, the fat head spreading your walls open. The sound was wet as he sunk inside, dirty and obscene. Your eyes rolled back as he finally bottomed out — the base of him almost as thick as his head.

He dropped down onto his elbows beside your head, pulling you in for another kiss as he began to thrust in and out of your clenching walls.

Every time he sunk inside, he grazed your g-spot making you moan.

“So fucking tight,” He growled. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to take my knot, babygirl.”

“K-Kook—”

“Fuck!” He snarled, cock twitching at the sound of the nickname, slamming his cock into you harshly, making you whined. “Keep calling me that.”

“Kook!” You cried, scrambling to claw at his muscled back.

“I’m gonna knock you up, beautiful,” He breathed, chuckling when he felt you clench around him. “Oh? You like the sound of that? Tell me.”

“Pl-Please kn-knock me up, Kook,” You begged, voice breathy as you fought back sobs of pleasure.

“Yeah, sound so pretty begging for my cum,” He chuckled, reached down to find your swollen clit. “How about you cum for me first?”

Your mouth fell open as everything became even more intense. He didn’t stop the rapid circles on your clit until you were crying out his name and arching. You gushed around him, walls spasming uncontrollably as he fucked you through the high.

As you came down, everything became more intense and sensitive. Every time he sunk inside, the base of his cock would catch at your entrance and stretch you just a tad more. You clung to him, eyes closed as he fucked his knot into your sensitive walls.

“I’m gonna cum,” He warned, suddenly pausing balls deep — his knot popped into your walls, swollen big enough that he couldn't pull back out.

You could feel his cock as it pulsed inside of you — a hot rush of cum immediately following. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he moaned and trembled above you. The knot at the base of his cock throbbed — urging more and more cum out of his cock.

He chuckled darkly, looking down at your swelling tummy — having been stuffed full of his cum that couldn’t escape around his knot.

Your cunt clenched around him and you whined. You felt so full but it felt so good.

Jungkook's nimble fingers found your clit and began to circle the hardened bud in brutal circles. With a dark smirk on his lips, he met your gaze where your eyes were wide and your mouth was open in a silent moan.

"That's it...give it to me, baby," He ordered, grinding his hips against you — his knot and cock stirring your sensitive walls up. “Cum on my knot for me, like a good girl.” 

Your head fell back against the pillow as your back arched. The both of you moaned in unison at your orgasm, the tight squeeze and gush from your orgasm set him off again. Tightening his grip on your hips made you whine but the pain blended into the pleasure as Jungkook's knot throbbed as more cum poured into your already well-filled cunt. Slowly, his body relaxed and he heaved a sigh before beginning to change your positions.

His knot tugged at your walls, making you both hiss. You laid side by side, your head resting on his arm.

As you both caught your breath, you felt his knot slowly shrink until he was able to pull out completely. You whimpered at the gush of cum that followed — oozing out of your stretched entrance and staining the bed beneath you.

He groaned, dropping back onto his stomach between your legs. Feeling embarrassed, you moved to close your legs but his strong hands caught you and forced them back open. You covered your face with your hands and whined as he suddenly slid his tongue across your cum-soaked folds.

Absolutely obscene sounds of him moaning and licking you clean filled the space. Your hips jerked in oversensitivity whenever he brushed over your clit.

Sliding his tongue into your entrance, he caught and swallowed down everything he could reach. Him eating his own cum out of you had your walls clenching again and he chuckled before pulling away.

Pulling your hands away from your heated cheeks, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You whined, circling your arms around his neck as he fed his cum into your mouth for you to swallow.

You moaned at the taste of him, swallowing everything he gave you — continuing to kiss long after you swallowed it. The remnants of his cum lingered on your tongue and on his lips.

Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against yours and moved to lay on his side beside you once again. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled your body close to his.

The two of you dissolved into a comfortable silence; his fingers tracing random shapes along your skin and you taking in his sweet scent and enjoying the warmth of his arms around you.

You were sitting with Jungkook on the floor in front of the couch. Since the table was broken, the two of you were using the couch as a makeshift table. He had an array of papers and old book across the surface and had been spending the last two days teaching you to read the Heajix written alphabet. It was difficult and you frequently confused letters but Jungkook was patient — and gave you kisses whenever you got something right which was great incentive.

Unfortunately, the relaxing atmosphere was broken by a series of knocks on the front door. Jungkook was on his feet immediately, knife drawn and at the ready.

You stayed back, watching as he approached the door and slowly unlocked it. You watched as he took a deep breath and threw the door open.

"What—" Jungkook was at a loss. There was a man standing at the door with his hands up to show he was unarmed.

"My name is Hakyeon," He said, motioning to his badge. "I work for the Interplanetary Embassy on Earth. We received an Emergency beacon and we've been told the human was here."

"Holy shit! It actually got through?!" You cried, jumping to your feet and running over to the open door. "Why did it take you so damn long?"

Hakyeon looked confused, shaking his head. "We received it only 2 days ago...I was the nearest representative and was tasked with finding you."

"Weird..." You mumbled, shrugging your shoulders. "I guess I can go home now, right?"

"If that's what you wish still, yes," He replied, eyeing Jungkook by your side.

"Um," You cleared your throat. "Your ship will be nearby right?"

"Yes, I'll...wait for you there," Hakyeon said, taking the hint.

The door shut and Jungkook was silent.

"Jungkook—"

"I guess you're leaving, right?" He asked, keeping his eyes down. "There's no logical reason for me to ask you to stay here...it's dangerous and you should be somewhere safe."

"But Jungkook..." You reached forward to touch him but he backed away.

"If I'm honest, ______," He wandered away, leaving you to watch him. His voice was shaky, wobbling with the onslaught of tears. "I really don't want you to go and I know that's selfish! But I really don't think I can be alone again. Especially after finding someone I can actually love."

"Jungkook!" You snapped, making him look at you. You sighed speedily walking up to him and pressing your lips to his before he could back away. "I love you too."

"But—"

"Come with me," You whispered, clutching the front of his shirt in your hands. "Come back to Earth with me. We'll find someone there who will help. The Embassy would be more than willing to assist in the cleanup and protection of Palacios and Heajix. You can speak for everyone here who is struggling to survive and those you haven't."

"You want me to come with you?" He breathed, covering your hands with his. Tears still fell from his eyes but in a matter of seconds, he was smiling and pulling you against him in a hug so tight it knocked the air out of you.

"Of course I do, stupid!" You laughed, hugging him back as tight as you could. "Why would I leave you when you refused to leave me, huh?"

"...I love you," He whispered, giving you another kiss.

"Let's get our things together," You said before the two of you separated.

Jungkook packed his bag with anything important, sentimental or not. You noticed he packed his picture away with a sad smile.

Once the two of you were ready, you took his hand and walked out the door. He paused and looked behind him, at the house he'd been living in for the longest time. The boarded up windows and the water reservoir he'd spent ages perfecting.

You squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to you. He smiled, taking the first step away.

You felt yourself relax against the seat once the two of you were on the craft. Jungkook was gripping your hand tight — it was hurting a bit but you didn't say anything. His gaze was locked on the window, watching as his home planet disappeared from view.

The surface was covered in a green, gaseous layer of pollution and smog that he seemed almost surprised to see. The pollution of the planet was most evident one outside of the planet's atmosphere.

"I'm happy you're here, Jungkook," You whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I am too," He replied, resting his head against yours as he watched the stars and planets pass by until Palacios was out of view.

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Damage Control - Chapter 9

A week ago, she would have never regarded Captain American as a friend. Not even as a co-worker. Barely an acquaintance.    

Now? Things were… better between them, to say that least. Substantially less awkward. She could drop off the occasional file to Tony or Pepper at the Compound without feeling the urge to run away or burst into a ball of bitter anger.

And they would have stayed that way, she thinks, as semi-friendly coworkers, if it weren't for the particular set of events that occurred last Tuesday in the Compound. She and Tony had been having their usual lunch “meeting” (which was really just an excuse to fuck around and catch up), when Steve had sort of… inserted himself into their conversation. Sporting a faded blue shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair was damp as if he had just taken a shower after a workout. She subdued weird little flutters in the bottom of her stomach, staring intensely down at her plate as he joins them at the kitchen island, a protein shake in hand.

The conversation turned out to be rather delightful, and she becomes content with amusedly observing the playful banter between Tony and Steve.

“I’m just saying—you can train that bod all you want Rogers, but you still couldn’t lift that hammer.”

Ever the good sport, Steve receives the playful insult with ease and a charming smile, “Right, cause all of your gadgets worked great, Tony.”

"Hey those gadgets saved your ass multiple times-"

“Oh, that reminds me!” She suddenly perks up, and both eyes turn toward her. “Part of why I came today was for the Avengers reports—you know the ones I’m talking about Tony?”

“The ones where you kiss all our asses so you can be Fury’s favorite department?”

“Precisely.”

She takes a sip of water, ignoring the strange flutter in her stomach at the soft chuckle that elicits from Steve.

“Well, what’s the problem? You’ve got plenty to write about all this, right?” Tony dramatically gestures to himself, and she shares an eye roll with Steve.

“It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s… Cap’s report actually.” She trails off, feeling the attention shift to the blonde man at the end of the counter.

She feels the need to elaborate, watching the confused frown form on his face. It’s almost endearing, she thinks, the way his eyebrows furrow as if worried that he’d done something wrong.

“Well it’s not you, it’s just… the shitty thing about these reports is that we’re expected to write about your profiles in close detail. That requires personal files from the archives and well… I’d need at least level 9 clearance to access yours and Tony’s files.”

“And you’re…”

“Level 4.”

“Right.”

She sighs, leaning back in her chair.

“And I’ve already got enough dirt on this fucker to last me a lifetime-”

“-Watch it, Manhattan”

“-but I haven’t really got any detailed info on you.”

There’s a brief moment of silence as she tries to read his reaction, before he nods, seeming to have arrived at a decision.

“I’ve got a copy of my original SHIELD files in my room. Do you…. want to come and grab it?”

“Uhm-“ she halts for a brief moment, before the meaning of what he’s offering actually sinks in. Personal files. On Captain America. Now that could get her in a good enough position with Anne for that next promotion.  

“Yeah, that would be-”

They’re abruptly interrupted by a loud ring on Tony’s phone, which he responds as he lifts up a finger in their direction.

“Hello? Hey Pepper- woah, woah what’s up? Shit, I forgot. Yeah, yeah I know. Ok, 10 minutes tops. Promise. All right. Love you, bye.”

“What’s up?” She inquires as he shoves his phone into his pocket and stands up from his chair.

“Sorry, Manhattan, I’m gonna have to cut this lunch short I uh… may have forgotten about a meeting Pepper set up at the company. She’s trynna close this new deal.”

“Husband of the year, everyone.”

“Have fun, you two—don’t do anything crazy.”

And what would have qualified as a completely innocent remark in any other situation immediately turned both of their cheeks beet red.

She takes an awkward sip of her water as Tony hurriedly exits the kitchen. Steve lets out a small cough before opening his mouth.

“Well, if you’re done with your lunch, we could go grab the files right now?”

She’s nodding her head and standing up from her seat before he can even finish.

“Yeah, yeah sounds great, let’s move this party up to your room.” She regrets her choice of words as soon as they escape her lips.

Steve freezes, looking over at her. 

Horrified, her mind wanders over to the kitchen knives on the island.

She wonders, for a brief moment, how painful it would be stab herself with it.

Repeatedly.

“This would technically be against company policy. You sure you can handle that?” She mutters half jokingly, half nervously.

They were about to enter his room for the second time. The first time was, well, a memory that she’d long stored away in a dark corner of her brain.

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I broke the rules.” A playful glint in his eyes as he turns to enter the passcode to his quarters.

She shrugs, returning his smile with a little one of her own.

“All right, Judd Nelson.” In her mind, she had always pegged him for a rule follower. But then again, that fugitive-era Captain American must still be under there somewhere.

It was evident from the confused look on Steve face that he didn’t get the Breakfast Club reference.

The door slides open with yet another creepy welcome announcement from Jarvis.

Welcome back, Captain.

“Have a seat, it shouldn’t take long to find it” Steve gestures to his bed as he walks over to the cabinet.

She tentatively takes a seat on the corner of the blue covers, curiously peering around the room. She watches him set his jacket on top of an armchair in the corner before approaching to a plain, brown dresser in a few long strides.

It’s bizarre, she thought, how much had changed between them since the last time they were here. It had been weeks since it had happened, and they haven’t talked about what had happened since the morning after. Now that things were somewhat good between them, she wondered if it was something they were ever going to discuss again.

A little less… intoxicated than the last time she was here, she’s finally able to register her surroundings, and realizes how spotless his room is. Not in an ‘aesthetically-pleasing, well-kept’ way, but more in a ‘virtually empty except for a mattress and bed frame’ way, like it belonged to someone who barely spends time in his room.

She watches Steve shuffle through a near-empty dresser for the file when one item catches her attention.

A speaker—a blue JBL, to be exact—sits at the top of his dresser alongside a few bottles of cologne and lotion.

“A speaker?”

“Yeah, birthday gift from Sam. Never really had the occasion to use it though.”

“Well… play something, then.”

His hands pause in the drawer mid-search as he turns to look at her, eyes seeming to hesitate for a brief second before he reaches for his pocket. He pulls out his phone, tapping a few times before setting it down on the dresser. Soon, a mellow jazz line starts to flow from the speaker.

A few more notes drift by, and she leans back on the bed on her hands, raising an eyebrow.

“Marvin Gaye?”

“Yeah.” He nods with a small nostalgic smile, a private memory seeming to flood his thoughts.

“Sam recommended it to me the day we met. Told me this album was everything I missed when I was frozen in the ice.”

And just like that, she’s suddenly reminded of the story behind the man standing in front of her. A 100-years-old. She feels a tang of sympathy at how things must have been for him at the beginning. Plucked out of his own time and placed in an entirely different one. She wasn’t sure if a mere album could make up for everything he’s lost, everyone he’s lost.

“Oof, agree to disagree there.” She clears her throat, crossing her legs as she leans forward. “I mean Trouble Man’s great but…” She trails off teasingly, enjoying the discernible spark of interest ignited in Steve’s eyes.

“Oh yeah? You got any better suggestions?”

“Well, Seargent Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, for one” she said without skipping a beat.

Eyebrows scrunched, he lets out a small laugh, turning to fully face her. One forearm rests on the dresser, the search for his files long forgotten.

“Seargent what?”

She returns his reaction with a look of absolute horror, eyebrows raised in disbelief “The Beatles?”

A look of recognition crosses his eyes as he nods “Oh, yeah yeah, I’ve heard of them.”

“Heard of ‘em?” She exclaims in disbelief.

“Oh, Steve,” She shakes her head disapprovingly, dramatically flopping down on the bed and letting out a loud sigh. “there’s so much you don’t know about the modern world.”

He chuckles, before silently walking around the bed to his bed-side dresser, sliding open the top drawer and fishing out a small, red notebook the size of his palm. She sits back up as he clicks the end of his ball point pen.

“You have a… diary?” She eyes the book curiously.

He lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. “No, no, this is just…” He pauses, glancing down at the tattered square with a nostalgic longing. “Things I’ve learned about the modern world since I got out of the ice.”

“Oh.” She cocks her head, observing the small book with renewed interest. Before she can react, he had approached the bed, mattress dipping slightly as he sits down on the other side. He’s just close enough to her that she can glance at the contents of the notebook over his shoulder. She’s too much of a coward to move any closer.

“I haven’t written in this thing in a while though.” He skims through a couple page, seeming to have a private moment of reminiscence, before holding his pen up to the book. He turns toward her expectantly with a smile, and she feels her cheeks grow a little hotter.

“Ok, shoot. Tell me what else I have to listen to.”

“Hmm, let’s see…” She bites her lip, glancing at the ceiling.

“I’d say Thriller, Elvis, definitely some Aretha Franklin… Oh, and A Night at the Opera. You can’t ever go wrong with Queen. Also, if you like Marvin Gaye, you should definitely check out Stevie Wonder. Classic Motown artists. Ooh, and-”

She stops spewing words and looks back down to realize his gaze on her. Pen still in hand, his eyes were glued to hers, an unreadable smile ghosting his pink lips. Suddenly self-conscious, she sits up frowning, apprehensive smile on her face.

“What?”

“Nothin’” He shakes his head, looking down at his notebook and resuming writing with a sheepish smile.

She purses her lip but dismisses the moment, suddenly pushing herself off the bed and back on her feet.

“Um, what else did you have on the list?” She asks, crossing both arms over her chest.

He hands her the tiny book across the bed. She takes it from his hand before surveying down the page full of scribbled notes, an involuntary smile growing on her face. She couldn’t believe Steve had missed sensations like the moon landing and disco music.

Save for the items 'Star Wars’ and ‘Troubleman (Soundtrack),’ the list seemed to be untouched.

"Most of these aren't crossed off.” She looks up, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I… didn’t really have the time to get around to 'em” He mutters, scratching the back of his head.  

“Hmm, I wonder why” she mutters under her breath jokingly, returning to the book in her hand. She runs a slow finger along the most recent suggestions at the bottom of the list, her suggestions, noticeably darker than the rest of the faded words. For some reason, she felt a strange sense of pride at the sight.

Then, one item on his list catches her eye, lightbulb flicking on in her brain.

“You hungry?” She looks up at him, excitement growing on her face.

“I could eat, why?”

She taps on the 6th item down the page as he looks over curiously.

“Cause we’re about to knock one more thing off your list.”

Damage Control Masterlist

[imagineaworld]

mr & mrs smith | b.b

in which bucky and y/n go undercover

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, platonic/romantic undertones

word count: 2k

warnings: none

undercover missions were usually fun. coming up with a character and a backstory was something y/n enjoyed doing the night before the mission. this time, however, her character and story were already decided.

“you two,” tony stuck his head around the corner of the door into the common room and beckoned with his finger. “come with me.”

y/n shared a confused glance with bucky from across the room. they had both been sat on opposite sides of the common room, bucky reclined on an armchair, head in a book, and y/n sat in the windowsill, her head also buried in a book. 

shrugging, y/n headed after tony, bucky following suit, wondering whether they were in trouble or not. when they got to tony’s office, bucky took a seat next to y/n, bouncing his leg up and down unconsciously.

y/n put a hand on his leg. “it’s alright,” she said, flashing a reassuring smile.

bucky smiled back, awkwardly patting y/n’s hand as it rested on his leg. he never knew how to respond to physical affection.

“alright you two,” tony chucked a file across the desk to them. y/n took her hand off bucky’s leg to read through it. “got an undercover mission for you. this time, i decided your aliases.”

“what?” y/n complained. “that’s no fun.”

“quite the opposite,” tony said. “you two are in the honeymoon suite.

bucky choked in surprise. y/n’s jaw dropped.

the two weren’t the best of friends, but they weren’t enemies either. y/n was always kind to bucky, and very physical in her affection. on multiple occasions, when going to bed, she would hug everyone good night, including bucky if he was in the room. bucky tried not to think of it personally, she did it with everyone of course. but sometimes it was the only physical affection he got for days. 

“you couldn’t have picked someone more compatible? like bruce and nat?” y/n suggested.

“vision and wanda?” bucky chimed in. the thought of going on a mission with y/n made him nervous, because she made him nervous.

tony shook his head. “has to be you two. this mission requires a particular skill set. you spend the night in the honeymoon suite, plant some bugs, secret cameras, y’know?”

“why?” y/n asked.

“after you two check out, a prominent member of a terrorist organisation will check in with his equally prominent new wife. see what information you can get, hm?”

-

y/n chucked her suitcase into the trunk of the loan car. “i’m driving,” she announced.

“why you?” bucky asked, leaning against the car, dressed in dark jeans, a plain t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie to cover the majority of his metal arm.

“you’re an old man. plus you don’t have an actual licence.”

bucky protested as y/n climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. grumbling to himself, he got into the passenger seat. “here you go,” he said, handing her a gold ring. “goes on your left hand.”

“yeah, i know,” y/n muttered, slipping the ring on her finger. she held her hand out, admiring the wedding band. bucky put his hand next to hers, wearing a matching band. “i always thought if i was marrying a hundred-year-old man, he’d be my sugar daddy.”

“i can buy you a coffee at starbucks,” bucky offered.

y/n chuckled. “you know what? i’ll take it.”

bucky watched y/n from the passenger side as she drove. the pair drove for an hour until they passed the nearest starbucks, where bucky bought them both a latte and a pastry for the rest of the journey. another half an hour and they arrived at the grand hotel tony had booked for them. 

they each grabbed their suitcase from the trunk. “okay, metal man,” y/n murmured. “keep your left arm hidden behind my back.”

“no shit, captain obvious.” y/n elbowed him in the side. “yeah, that’s exactly how a newlywed couple would act,” he said sarcastically. 

“okay, newlyweds starting now.”

the two walked into the hotel, suitcases in tow. bucky’s metal hand was on the small of y/n’s back, hidden from the view of the receptionist as the two of them checked in. for him, it felt strange to be touching her like that, but y/n showed no signs of even acknowledging it.

“hi,” y/n greeted sweetly, in a voice bucky had never heard before. “we’ve booked the honeymoon suite.”

the receptionist typed something into the computer. “mr and mrs smith?” she asked. bucky and y/n nodded, fake smiles plastered on their faces. “third floor, let me just get your room key,” she headed into the backroom.

“mr and mrs smith?” bucky whispered.

y/n rolled her eyes. “must have been tony’s idea of a joke,” she whispered back.

“i don’t get it.”

“never mind.”

the receptionist had returned, handing y/n a room key. “enjoy your stay,” she smiled.

“thank you,” bucky and y/n said at the same time, heading up to their room.

-

inside the honeymoon suite was beautiful. there was an expensive-looking chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, gorgeous floral wallpaper adorning the walls. on the walls also hung beautiful paintings and embellished mirrors. at the back of the room, there was a huge, decorated bed. just one.

“there’s only one bed,” bucky pointed out.

of course, there was only one bed, it’s the honeymoon suite. bucky hadn’t thought of this. 

y/n abandoned her suitcase and flopped down on the massive bed. “it’s a movie.”

“what’s a movie?” bucky asked as he sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed beside y/n.

“mr and mrs smith,” she explained. “angelina jolie and brad pitt play a husband and wife who are both assassins, but neither knows about the other because they work for different agencies. until they get assigned to kill each other.”

bucky chuckled. “sounds good, actually.”

in the golden light reflecting off the ornately carved, brushed-gold headboard, y/n looked ethereal. bucky took in her exquisite facial structure, the way her hair splayed across the pillow where she had laid, how her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

“about the bed situation,” y/n said, snapping bucky back to reality as she opened her eyes to look at him. “you mind sharing? it’s pretty big and i don’t take up much space.”

bucky just shrugged, not really sure what to say.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to, you can tell me,” y/n reassured.

“no, it’s fine, honestly,” bucky replied, not entirely convincingly.

y/n got up from the bed, picked up her suitcase and opened it on the bed. she rummaged around underneath a bunch of microphones and cameras to pull out a bikini. looks like we’re filming a porno, bucky heard her mumble under her breath.

“i’m heading to the pool, wanna come?” y/n asked, disappearing into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

bucky tapped his metal arm. “can’t.” 

when y/n came out of the bathroom, she had on a simple black bikini. she threw on an oversized shirt, grabbed her towel and her book. “alright, i won’t be too long,” she said, heading out the door.

-

happy to have some time to himself, bucky made his way out onto the balcony, taking a seat in a sun-lounger and started reading his book. it took him a while to get the image of y/n in her bikini out of his head, but eventually, he managed to focus on his book. in the midday heat, he slipped his t-shirt off over his head, shirtless in the sun.

he had been so lost in his book that he hadn’t heard y/n come back, or realised how much time had passed.

“whatcha reading?” y/n asked, surprising bucky. she was sat on the sun-lounger on the other side of the balcony, her shirt also discarded on the floor like buckys.

“i didn’t hear you come in,” bucky murmured.

“that’s the point,” y/n shrugged, opening up her book.

“to kill a mockingbird,” bucky answered her question. “saw it on a list of ‘ten books everyone should read’. have you read it?”

“yeah,” y/n used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked at bucky. “i really liked it. you enjoying it?”

“so far,” he said.

y/n diverted her attention back to her book, but bucky found it difficult to do the same. y/n’s body was exposed, leaving little to the imagination. bucky wasn’t yet used to the new way women dressed nowadays. he most certainly wasn’t complaining though. her hair was damp, slicked back and trickling droplets across her bronzed skin. her face was makeup-free, glowing in the sunlight. her long legs...

“what?” y/n asked, noticing bucky staring at her.

his cheeks flushed as he mumbled, “nothing.”

“i can cover up if it makes you more comfortable?” she offered, not unkindly.

“no, it’s fine,” he spoke louder now. “i think it’s great that women can wear whatever they want now.”

“you sure?” she checked.

bucky cleared his throat, closing his book. “yeah. i’m gonna take a cool shower now anyway, too hot.”

he headed inside, leaving y/n in her bikini on the balcony. 

-

by late evening, y/n and bucky had ordered room service for dinner and were now sat opposite each other on the humungous ornate couches. between them was a glass coffee table, holding two glasses of red wine. bucky was already on his second glass.

"so," y/n said, making conversation. "you think nat and bruce will ever make it official?"

bucky looked confused. "is it not already official?"

y/n shook her head. "nat talks my ear off about it, how she's not sure if she should make the first move or wait for him to." 

y/n wore a pink silk pyjama shirt and matching shorts, exposing her long legs, which she crossed in front of her as she sat. she took a large gulp of wine and carefully topped up her glass. bucky wore dark sweatpants and a dark t-shirt.

“why don’t you have a boyfriend?” he asked, the wine giving him an edge.

y/n looked slightly amused. “what?” 

“why don’t you have a boyfriend? or girlfriend?” he added.

“i guess i haven’t found the right person,” y/n shrugged.

he contemplated this for a moment. “so, are you...” bucky cut himself off. “never mind. none of my business.”

y/n knew exactly what he was going to ask. “a virgin? no, i’m not. you?”

“no.”

“i didn’t think so,” y/n said with a smile.

bucky frowned. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“well, have you looked in the mirror? you’re not exactly ugly,” she said with a laugh.

bucky wasn't sure how to interpret that. he wasn't used to compliments, nor was he used to speaking so openly about sex. did that mean y/n thought he was good-looking? perhaps he hadn't been mistaken all those times he thought y/n hugged him just a bit longer than everyone else.

he didn't say anything, just poured himself some more wine. 

"why don't you have a girlfriend? or boyfriend?" y/n threw bucky's question back to him.

bucky thought for a while. he hadn't really thought about having a relationship. he didn't think anyone would want to be with someone with as much baggage as he has. but he didn't want to share that with y/n. "haven't exactly figured out this modern dating," he said, taking a sip of wine. "don't like the idea of going on a date with someone i haven't even met." 

"i tried it once," y/n confided. "nat dared me, a few weeks ago. didn't go very well." 

bucky raised his eyebrows. "why not?"

"men are pigs," y/n shrugged, not wanting to go into much more detail.

perhaps she wasn't interested in bucky then like he had thought for a second there. ask now, he thought, while its the topic of conversation.

"there's got to be someone you like though?" he asked.

he watched her shoulders rise and fall as she sighed, contemplating. "it's not a priority for me, i guess. if i find someone, cool. but i'm not looking. i think love just happens sometimes, you can't always look for it."

"i'm sorry your date didn't go well," bucky spoke lowly. "anyone would be lucky to have you."

y/n chuckled. "you think?"

"i do."

"you're real sweet, you know that?" y/n smiled softly at bucky. "anyone would be lucky to have you, too.”

[hwascripts]

1:07 AM - Softness + calming Lucifer

because I’m soft for Lucifer

Wanna see more? Hit this link for my directory.

—

The fire crackles quietly in the fireplace, its orange glow softly illuminating your shared bedroom. You sit comfortably on Lucifer’s lap, his cheek pressed against your chest and his large wings encircling you.

The infamous “Anti-Lucifer” gang had struck again and played another distasteful prank, making Lucifer look like a complete fool in front of Diavolo during dinner.

Needless to say, Lucifer nearly strung up Satan and Belphie by the tail the second Diavolo was out of sight. It took multiple tries to calm him down, but eventually, you were able to pull Lucifer away before he could do something he regretted.

And now here you were, perched on top of the Avatar of Pride’s lap, his face smushed against your chest as you rubbed soothing circles into his scalp.

“Luci?” you murmur, lips pressing against the black diamond on his forehead. His eyes lock with yours. “Hmm?” he lets out, eyes nearly fluttering shut when you apply pressure at the base of his horns. You sigh quietly.

“I’ll talk some sense into them” you offer as you rest your cheek on top of his head, your fingers still running through his silky hair. Lucifer tenses. “Just don’t talk about them right now” he hisses- grip on your waist tightening momentarily. You sigh again and immediately drop the subject.

“you know, I’ll always be here whenever you need someone to hold you like this” you whisper, changing the subject as your fingers scratch the base of his horns. “I know, darling” he sighs, body melting into yours.

“It’s times like these when I’m thankful for the gust of wind that sent your file flying into my hands” he mutters against your chest, his lips gently kissing over your beating heart. A smile forms on your face.

“Me too, Luci...me too.”

[the-bau-quinjet]

Anything for You

So, I got this idea in my head and I wrote it. This is not the first thing I’ve written, but the first that I finished. And the first that I’m posting. Sorry if it sucks. I hope someone out there likes it. Italics indicate past memories.

Summary: This takes place after Maeve. It sort of starts a month before Spencer goes back to work but then skips a year. Reader is the newest member of the BAU. Spencer lashes out when she tries to help him, but he doesn’t realize how much she can relate to his trauma. 

warnings: angst but also a little fluff, typical CM violence (kidnapping, torture, death etc.), dark thoughts about dying, I think that’s it

Word Count: 6218

 It is moments like this that make you rethink every decision that lead you here. You are on the jet on the way back to Quantico after a particularly rough case. The team managed to save the most recent victim, but only to discover three more hidden on the unsubs property. And to make it worse, they were children. Everyone on the team keeps shooting you concerned glances, worried that you might break. It’s only fair. You are still the newbie.

 You started at the BAU one month ago to the day. Your previous position was a desk job, but you were ready to get back into field after two years of endless paperwork. Not that the entire team knows you had been in the field before. Only Hotch knows. You don’t like to talk about it. You had gone so far as to cut Hotch off to prevent him from bringing it up on your first day.

 You are counting down the floors with each beep as the elevator rises to bring you to the floor that houses the Behavioral Analysis Unit. To say you aren’t nervous would be a lie, but that comes with the territory of starting a new job. Especially a job with one of the most elite units of the FBI. It’s hard not to be intimidated.

 The elevator doors slide open, revealing the all too familiar glass doors that lead to the BAU. When you were trying to decide if switching career paths was the right decision, you found yourself staring at these doors far more than you’d care to admit.

 You walk through the doors, immediately heading for Hotch’s office. He told you to meet him there first thing this morning. You knock on the open door to draw his attention.

 “Agent L/N, please come in.” He looks up from the file he has open on his desk.

 “Agent Hotchner, I would just like to thank you again for the position.” You have to stop yourself before you ramble on about how grateful you are for his taking a chance on you.

 “Please, call me Hotch. You’re new ID was just dropped off.” He says, handing you the plastic card to put in your credentials. You take a moment to admire the way your name looks just above the words “Behavioral Analysis Unit” before sliding it into the wallet.

 “I wish we had time for a more thorough welcoming, but we just got a case. I’ll introduce you to the team in the conference room.” He rises from his desk, you following behind him to a room already full of profilers. Of course, you already know of them all, but the introductions are nice nonetheless.

 “L/N, these are SSAs Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, and Jennifer Jureau and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia.” You shake hands with each member of the team as there name is called. “Team, this is SSA Y/N L/N. She transferred from violent crimes-” You know he is going to bring up your previous field work, so you cut him off.

 “It’s an honor to meet you all.” You smiled at Hotch, trying your best to get him to move on. Thankfully, you can see in his eye that he understands why you don’t want to relieve your past field experience.

 “Actually, that’s not all. Dr. Reid is on leave at the moment, but you’ll meet him when he returns.” You nod, taking a seat next to Derek. “Garcia, you can start now.”

 The memory fades and you try to ignore the concerned glances from everyone on the jet. Yes, you were the one to find the children in the back shed, but you have techniques to handle this. You’ve always been good at compartmentalizing. It comes with the territory of undercover work.

 You are more concerned with the wellbeing of one Dr. Reid. This is the first case you’ve worked with him, but it still feels like something’s off. Granted, you don’t know why he was on leave or how long it lasted.

 After everyone else is asleep, barring Hotch who is too focused on his reports to pay you any attention, you slide down into the seat across from Spencer. He doesn’t even glance up from his book.

 “Dr. Reid?” You can tell he’s stopped reading at the sound of your voice, but it takes him a moment to actually look up at you. When he does, you can see the sadness in his eyes.

 “L/N. Are you okay?” Of course he would ask you that. You’ve known him for all of 72 hours, but he’s still concerned about you’re wellbeing. The way your heart flutters at the sentiment catches you off guard.

 “Oh, um, I’m fine. I actually wanted to check on you.” He looks startled at that, but you just push forward. “I know we only just met, and I have no idea what you’re going through, but I just thought maybe I could help.” You can see the instant you finished talking that it was a mistake. He is clearly not ready to talk about his demons, especially with a near stranger.

 “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ “No, you shouldn’t have.” His words are defensive more than anything. The words of someone who just went through unbelievable pain “You couldn’t possibly help me. Unless, of course, you’ve been kidnapped, tortured, and drugged, shot multiple times, and witnessed the love of your life being murdered in front of you just to name a few. I’m sure you have plenty of experience with that given your work in violent crimes.” The sarcasm is obvious, with violent crimes being a desk job. He mistakes the tears that spring to your eyes as pity rather than understanding. He scoffs, going back to his book while you wander back to your previous seat, trying to control your emotions.

 Spencer doesn’t know about your time undercover. He doesn’t know you experienced all of those things. He doesn’t know about the scars that line your torso or the more prevalent scars on your heart. You try not to take it personally. You’ve had years to deal with your trauma. His is clearly newer. You tell yourself over and over that he’s not angry with you, but with the world. You just happened to be the first available outlet.

 When the others wake up, they assume your red eyes are due to the case. That you are finally breaking down after a month on the job. They offer words of encouragement and promises to be there if you need to talk. They stress how you aren’t alone. They all know how you feel. You simply nod, gathering your things before heading home. You can’t help but think there is one of them who knows exactly what is going through your head. It’s the first time you’ve cried over Cameron in three months, the last time being the anniversary of his death.

 -------

 The next year at the BAU flies by. You actually feel like part of the family, knowing you could talk to any member of the team when you need a friend. Well, almost any member of the team. You and Spencer didn’t click the way everyone thought you would. Ever since the conversation on the plane, you hold back when you’re with him. It’s not that you two avoid each other. You’re just more like coworkers than family. You converse when you need to, but don’t seek each other out.

 Nobody understands why. Hotch especially thought the two of you would become close. You can see why he would think so. From your brief encounters with Spencer, you can tell he’s been through hell. Hotch was probably hopeful the two of you might bond over shared trauma, act as an anchor for each other to know you aren’t alone. Of course that required you to share your trauma with the team, which definitely has not happened.

 It’s not that you don’t trust them. It’s just that the moment hasn’t provided itself yet. First of all, you can’t just casually bring up being kidnapped and tortured for government secrets with your fiancé who was then murdered in front of you. Second of all, something in you says it would crush Spencer. You can tell he clearly still feels bad about what he said to you that day.

 You two hadn’t talked about it. It was a year later, and you still hadn’t talked about it. You would think he forgot, but he does have a rather prolific memory. Everything was fine though. Mostly. He still seemed nervous around you. Or maybe you were projecting. There is something about Dr. Reid…

 “Y/N, can I talk to you?” You were honestly surprised to hear Spencer’s voice saying those six words. Everyone else had already gone home, even Hotch. You just wanted to finish one more file.

 “Of course, what’s up?” You try desperately to sound casual, to pretend like you weren’t just thinking about him. Despite not talking to Spencer all that often, you still have a massive amount of respect for him. Watching him work is incredible. You would expect most people with his intelligence to come off as cocky, but he is somehow still so humble.

 “I just wanted to apologize. For what I said on the jet. I was in a bad place, and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have said those things, you were just trying to help me, and I threw it back in your face. Also, I’m sorry it took me so long to actually apologize. I just felt so awful, I didn’t know how to bring it up and the longer I waited the more nervous I became and” “Spencer,” he looked startled at the sound of his name. Granted, you normally call him Dr. Reid or Reid when you’re feeling more casual, but still. It’s his name, why is he so surprised you’re using it? “You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me. You were dealing with an amount of grief nobody should have to go through. I shouldn’t have tried to step in without knowing more about the situation. I’m sorry.” This is your chance. Tell him what happened to you. Come clean about it all.

 He just looks so… relieved. As if you had lifted a weight off his shoulder just by telling him you understood he didn’t mean it. Seeing the hope in his eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to put any of that weight back on him. He had just freed himself, he doesn’t need your problems weighing him back down.

 You can tell he still feels bad, but maybe now the two of you can try to move on. Maybe you’ll actually become friends. Telling him that you have indeed been through all of those things would just bring all that guilt back. For some reason, there is nothing you would rather do than protect Spencer Reid from pain.

 So, you’ve resigned yourself to never telling anyone unless you absolutely had to. You convinced yourself it was a secret you could take to the grave. Nobody needed to know.

 Until one day, they do. And that day happens to be tomorrow.

 --

 “Hello, crime fighters. This one is a doozey.” Penelope walked into the round table room and immediately jumped into the case. “Three heterosexual couples in Plano, Texas have been killed. The details are on your tablets. Be warned, it is not a pretty sight. All the victims were tortured. The men all died of blood loss. The women were drowned after multiple non fatal gunshot wounds and other various forms of torture.” You tensed ever so slightly at the description of the crimes. Hotch shot you a concerned glance, but you waved him off with a slight shake of your head. You zoned out for the rest of Garcia’s description, deciding instead to focus on every detail you could learn from the case files on your tablet.

 “Wheels up in 20.” Hotch’s voice drew you from your focus on the files. “Y/N?” You looked at him from your seat at the table, realizing everyone else had already left. “If this is too much for you, everyone would understand.” You stand, plastering the fakest smile Hotch has ever seen on your face.

 “I appreciate the concern, but there is a job to do. And I intend to do it.” There is no malice behind your words. Only a fierce determination to catch this unsub before he can hurt anyone else.

 “Alright, but Y/N, please. Let me know if you need to talk about it. The whole team is here for you.” You features soften into a genuine smile before you respond.

 “Thank you, Hotch.” And with that, you exit the room. You grab your go bag, meeting the other agents by the elevator.

 The flight to Texas is long enough that the team’s discussion doesn’t prevent everyone from catching up on sleep. While everyone else is resting, preparing to start up again on the ground with fresh eyes, you are pouring over every detail again and again. You just need to know if it’s the same people. The same people who killed your fiancé. The same people who tortured you.

 It was a day like any other. You had just gotten to the bar you were working at as a cover. Cameron was working security, you as a bartender. The mission was supposed to be simple.

 There was a domestic terrorist cell operating just outside of Plano in Addison, TX. The leader was believed to own the very bar you had gotten a job in. You were supposed to gather intelligence, and report back. You weren’t supposed to engage with the terrorist cell. It was a simple mission.

 That day, the day you could never forget, started exactly how you expected it to. The leader was supposed to be meeting with his right hand. You were supposed to learn who or what they were planning to target. You still can’t pinpoint the moment you knew something was wrong.

 Everything was normal when you clocked in. Everything was normal when you served you first few customers. Everything as normal when you walked up to the table hosting the meeting and asked if you could get them anything. Everything was normal until it wasn’t.

 You remember waking up in a warehouse. Cameron was tied to a chair across from you. He was injured, bleeding from a cut in his side. It didn’t look that bad, but there was so much blood. How could such a small cut produce so much blood?

 You had a million questions, but couldn’t form the words to ask them. You’re mouth felt like it was full of cotton. Cameron looked at you as if he knew something you didn’t. You suppose he did, given that he was awake before you. But that’s not what concerned you the most. No, it was the look of pure terror in his eyes. Pure terror, mixed with… resignation? That doesn’t make sense. Why would he be giving up?

 Finally gathering enough strength to speak, you mumble “What happened?”

 “Y/N… they know who we are. I don’t know how they figured it out, but they did. They are going to hurt me to get to you. You can’t let them, okay? Stay strong. Everything will be fine.” His words are rushed. You have a hard time following them, as if the words drift into the air, only to enter your head in a different order.

 Before you have a chance to ask any more questions, you hear a door swing open behind you. You can hear the footsteps, but can’t turn around enough to see who they belong to.

 “Do it.” You know that voice. You know you know it, but you can’t place it.

 A man appears from your left. He stands in front of you, a mask covering his face so you can only see his eyes. “Let’s have some fun.” You’re ready for him to hit you. Or cut you. Or hurt you in any way. What you’re not ready for is him pulling a knife only to walk over to Cameron.

 “No” The word is barely there. You aren’t even sure you said it out loud.

 “Y/N, don’t tell them anything. Okay? I’ll be fine.” Cameron is looking at you with pleading eyes. You both know he’s lying.

 “Your fiancé here is a liar.” The man sneers, dragging his knife down Cameron’s arm. “He will most certainly not be fine.” With that, the man plunges the knife into Cameron’s stomach. A gut wrenching scream leaves his mouth as the man moves the knife around inside his body. You try to control your reaction, but tears instantly spring to your eyes.

 “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll leave your man alone.” There’s no point. Cameron would never forgive you if you gave up information to the enemy. He’s always been a loyal soldier. Either way, deep down you know he won’t live much longer. He’s lost too much blood. You are going to have to watch the man you love die. He’s going to bleed out in front of you. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

 You are shaken back to reality after the jet has landed. You slowly come to, realizing you must have fallen asleep while you were looking at the files. You can’t get the eyes out of your head now. The last time you had a nightmare was 6 months ago. Although, this was more of a memory than the usual nightmares you have.

 “Y/N/N? You good?” Morgan is looking at you with concern that hasn’t been there since your first month on the job.

 “Yeah, I’m fine. Just groggy.” You try to laugh it off, walking past him and jumping into an SUV. You’re supposed to go with Hotch to the precinct to set up, so you can avoid the rest of the team’s questions for now.

 You bury your head in the files again, trying to discern if anything feels off or if it is all too similar to be a coincidence.

 “Just answer the question. This will all be over.” Cameron is dead. You are staring at his lifeless body as the man tries to torture you to get the answers he wants.

 With all the strength you can muster up, you spit at him. “I didn’t break before and I won’t break now. Do what you want to me. You’ll never get your answers.” “Oh everyone’s got a breaking point. I’ll find yours.” With that, he storms passed you and out of the room.

 You try to inventory the damage he’s done, but it’s hard because he typically drugs you when he leaves. You’re too disoriented to remember everything. You haven’t heard anything else from the first voice, but you finally realized it was the owner of the bar.

 You are just about to drift back into unconsciousness when you hear a loud crash from somewhere in the building. You expect the masked man to come running back into the room, but instead you’re greeted with the face of the terrorist cell leader. He pulls you to your feet, mumbling about how this wasn’t part of the deal.

 You don’t have the energy to protest as he pulls you down hallways and through doors. He bursts into a large open room. It smells like chlorine, but your eyes are too fuzzy to figure out why. The lights just got so much brighter, and you can’t see. You keep slipping on the floor. The third time, you fall to the ground. Everything is wet. He’s kicking you now. No, rolling you. It all feels distant. As if it’s not happening to you, but rather you are watching it happen to someone. Like a movie.

 You hear the splash before you register the water surrounding you. You’re sinking. It’s actually quite warm. Like a comforting blanket tucking you into bed. The sounds of people yelling fade out as the water covers your head. You feel at peace as everything fades to black.

 Suddenly, the peace is gone. You can hear voices. They sound loud, but still distant. Like you are swimming and someone is trying to talk to you from above the water. But the ground is hard now. There’s loud bangs too, but you can’t figure out what they are. There’s no pattern to them, but suddenly they stop. Maybe you’ll never know what they were, oh well. You just want to get back to the peaceful darkness.

 Instead, you feel burning in your lungs and a pounding in your head. It feels like someone is punching you in the ribs. No. No. No. Where’s the peace?

 All at once, the burning liquid is expelled from your lungs and your eyes fly open. You try to spin around, to see what’s happening, but everything hurts. Your lungs are trying to fill with air. Your eyes are trying to adjust to the lights. You head is begging everything to just stop making noise. Then, darkness. It’s not a peaceful transition this time. It’s sudden, as if someone turned everything off.

 “Y/N?” The sound of your name draws you out of the memory again. You turn to see Hotch’s concerned expression. He’s parked the car outside of the station.

 You take a few deep breaths before speaking, trying to prepare yourself for what you never wanted to have to do. “I have to tell them.” Hotch nods with a grim expression on his face.

 “The team won’t judge you for keeping it a secret. We’ll all be there for you.” He tries to smile, but it’s more of a grimace. He’s too worried about you.

 “I know. It’s not me I’m worried about.” For the first time since you met him, Aaron Hotchner looks confused. It’s actually kind of funny. Although, your laughing sounds more delirious than amused.

 “Hotch, my first case with Spencer, do you remember it?” You shudder at the memory.

 “Of course. It was hard on both of you.” Your smile feels weak, even to you.

 “Well, I tried to check on him. I had only just met him, but he looked so sad. I wanted to take his pain away.” You can feel the tears coming, but you can’t figure out why. “He said unless I had been kidnapped, tortured, and drugged, shot multiple times, and witnessed the murder of the love of my life there was nothing I could do to help him.”

 You can’t bring yourself to look at Hotch. His worrisome expression will just make you feel worse.

 “You didn’t tell him.” The realization is evident in the lilt of his voice. Turning toward him, you try to explain, but he cuts you off. “He was listing trauma you’ve both experienced, and you didn’t tell him.”

 “Of course not, he would’ve felt so guilty! He already feels so guilty and he has no idea. We talked it out, you know. We were actually becoming friends, although it was hard to see from an outside perspective.”

 “You had me fooled. The two of you barely talk.” Hotch looks incredulous. You’ve never seen so many emotions on his face in one day, let alone one conversation.

 “I know. It’s still new. Honestly, it happened yesterday.” Hotch actually chuckles at that. “I think he still feels bad that my first impression was him yelling at me. He’s going to feel so guilty, and I just wanted to keep that pain away from him. He doesn’t need my emotional baggage on top of his own.” You can’t read the expression on his face anymore. You can tell he’s thinking something, though he doesn’t intend to share.

 “It’ll all work out in the end, Y/N. Reid is stronger than he looks. He’s been through a lot, but so have you. Let’s go catch this son of a bitch.” And the two of you exit the car as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.

 Your nerves build waiting for the rest of the team at the station. Spencer and Derek are last to arrive. You were hoping to have a few more minutes to figure out how to tell them all about the worst moments of your life, but alas the time has come.

 Hotch clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. The conversations about theories die out as all eyes turn to him. “Y/N has a theory to share.”

 That’s one way to put it. Before you can back out, you jump right in.

 “The unsub was a for-hire torturer. I think he left the business and started killing for fun. A sadist. He enjoys the psychological torture of killing the one person you love more than anyone.” You can’t bring yourself to say another word. Spencer looks grief stricken. Everyone else is looking at you in confusion, except Hotch who is looking at you with sorrow. You can’t decide which is worse.

 “What makes you say that?” Derek is the first one to speak. He clearly doesn’t understand why you came to that conclusion. Plus, he’s probably confused that Hotch had to introduce your theory rather than just include it in the brainstorming.

 “Before I worked in violent crimes, I worked in the National Security division. I focused on domestic terrorism. We had a mission go wrong. It was supposed to be a simple, just gathering intel. Something went wrong and two agents were abducted.” You unconsciously decided to depersonalize the story. It’s something Hotch quickly caught on to, but what can he do about it? You just need to get the words out.

 “They were a couple. Engaged. The man, he died from three precise wounds to the abdomen. He bled out while his fiancé was forced to watch.” You’re grateful when Emily interrupts.

 “Did the woman drown?” The woman. You.

 “No. Well, yes. She was dead for 3 minutes when they found her. The cell leader dumped her into a pool in the building she was being held in. They caught him trying to flee the building. When they questioned him about a partner, he said he hired someone to torture the couple to get information. He didn’t know where he went. I think that’s the unsub.”

 Instantly, the team is theorizing. You stay quiet, listening. Where could he have hidden for this long? Were there more crimes in other states? Can Garcia look through unsolved double homicides that fit the signature? Before long, Derek asks the question you’ve been dreading.

 “Can we interview the agent who survived?” You’re grateful that he’s looking at Hotch when he asks. Spencer, though, his eyes haven’t left you since you started speaking. He knows. You know he knows because you can see the weight bearing down on him. You tear your eyes away from him when Hotch clears his throat to get your attention.

 “Y/N, can we interview the agent?” His tone is gentle. Hotch knows what he’s asking. Are you ready to tell them the truth? To share this pain with all of us?

 “Yes. You can interview her.” You are visibly tense, but Morgan is just confused about the interaction. Why would Hotch need to ask you for permission? Why does he sound like someone just kicked his puppy?

 “Great, when can she get here?” Of course, Morgan would ask the next logical question.

 “She’s already here.” Your voice is quiet. He almost doesn’t hear you.

 “What? Where?” He knows he’s missing something. It’ll only take him a few more seconds to put it together, but you save him the trouble.

 “Right here.” You gesture to yourself, eyes flitting between Spencer’s and the ground. The rest of the team didn’t hear you. They were still working out theories as you, Morgan, Hotch, and Spencer converse in cryptic sentences and brief eye contact. Spencer is frozen in place. Hotch was stressed for you. It’s never easy to share past trauma, let alone when you feel like you don’t have a choice.

 The realization hits Morgan so fast he almost falls to the ground. He rushes to you, pulling you into the tightest bear hug you have ever experienced. Morgan has become like an older brother to you. He always jokes about how he would beat up anyone who hurt you. You always joke right back about doing the same for him. He told you about Carl Buford a few months ago. It was also on a case. You would’ve told him everything then, but you didn’t want him to feel like you thought the two were comparable or that his trauma was somehow less important just because you’d been through some bad shit too.

 His actions drew the attention of Rossi, JJ, and Emily though. You weren’t an overly emotional person usually. Undercover work made you good at compartmentalizing, so you never really sought out someone to comfort you. The sight of you in tears, wrapped in Morgan’s arms threw them for a loop. You normally waited until you got home to go through your routine to decompress. It was easier that way. But right now, the thought of even looking at Spencer was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You just couldn’t stop thinking about him. It felt weird, to be sharing such an intimate part of your life with everyone and still be thinking about him. You had moved on from it all though. You knew how to deal with it. Of course, you still love Cameron, but you talk about everything in therapy once a week so you won’t break down like this.

 You see JJ look to Spencer for an explanation, but he’s too busy looking at you with more pain in his eyes than should be possible. He knows how it feels to see someone you love die right in front of you. He knows how it feels to try and move on from being drugged and tortured. He knows how it feels to be alone in it all. What he doesn’t know is how it feels to try and help someone through that grief only to have your own thrown back in your face. That’s what he did to you. Albeit, unintentionally but he did that. And it is so clear that he feels awful. You wish you could talk to him, but Morgan is pulling you into a different conference room for a cognitive interview that you somehow agreed to in your state of shock.

 Hotch explains the situation to Rossi, Emily, and JJ. Spencer’s guilt only pushes further down on him when he hears it all again.

 He stares at the room you’re in through the class doors of the conference room. He hasn’t moved in the ten minutes you’ve been gone. He expected JJ to talk to him first, but he was surprised to find Hotch instead.

 “Y/N told me in the car that she was scared to share that story.” Hotch starts slow, trying to ease Spencer out of his own head.

 “I would be too. It’s a painful memory to relive.” Spencer responds with a familiar tightness in his chest.

 “She wasn’t worried about herself though.” Spencer’s head jerks up to meet Hotch’s stare.

 “What do you mean? Who else would she be worried for?”

 “You.” Hotch says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. You being worried about him when you share your darkest memories.

 “Me?” Spencer practically falls out of his chair in an effort to sit up straighter. “Why would she worry about me?” Despite his genius IQ, he can’t fathom why you would worry about him in this scenario. If roles were reversed and he had to tell the story of watching Maeve die, he wouldn’t be worried about you. He slowly comes to the conclusion that he would be worried about you though. Now that he knows you’ve been through something similar, he would worry about you anytime it was brought up. Anytime anything remotely similar was brought up.

 “She told me what you said to her on the jet after your first case together.” Spencer falls into himself at the memory, his guilt pushing his shoulders down. “She said you still feel guilty about it. That hearing the things she has been through would push all that guilt back to the surface. More than anything, she wanted to protect you from more pain.” Hotch seems to know more than he’s saying, but Spencer is too shocked to profile him.

 “But, I, how would, but…” Spencer is muttering the beginning of every thought running through his head, but he can’t seem to form a complete sentence. “Why?”

 “You’ll have to ask her.”

 --

 Between your cognitive interview and Garcia’s sleuthing, the team find the unsub rather quickly. You stay at the station when the team goes to catch him. You try to protest, but Hotch, Morgan, and Emily stare you down until you concede. Really though, it was the concerned look from Spencer that convinced you to sit down and wait. The case wraps up quickly after that. The masked man ended up being Kyle Beckett. A classic sadist.

 It brings you more closure than you would have imagined to know he will be locked up for the rest of his life. You spent a lot of time in therapy trying to cope with the fact that he was never caught. And now, it’s over. You’re also extremely grateful you didn’t have to face him, although you would never admit that you were actually glad to stay behind. They can all tell though. They are profilers after all.

 You can’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu at all the stares you’re getting on the jet. It’s as if time itself was rewound to a year ago. You feel like the newbie again. Getting ready to have a heart to heart with Spencer. You’d be blind not to notice the parallels of the two situations when Spencer slides into the seat next to you on the jet after everyone else falls asleep.

 The silence is comforting at first, but quickly becomes unbearable.

 “Hi” You have a sleepy smile on your face when you say it. You are unbelievably exhausted after everything that happened. Too tired to fully conceal the emotions you know you have been denying. You’re always happy when you talk to him, even if the occurrences are a bit far and few between compared to other members of the team. “You look sad.”

 His mouth actually twitches upward at that statement, which you count as a win in your book. “You’ve been through hell on this case, and you’re still worried about me.” You can’t tell what he’s thinking. He’s too good at hiding his thoughts inside that big beautiful brain.

 “I’ve always worried about you. Ever since I met you. You just looked so sad and I wanted to make it stop.” You aren’t thinking before you speak anymore. Probably why Spencer suddenly looks so surprised.

 “Is that why you didn’t want to tell me?” Now it’s your turn to look confused. How did he know that? “I may have talked to Hotch earlier…” It takes longer than you’d care to admit for you to understand what exactly Hotch told him. But still, you’re too tired to be bothered.

 “I’m sorry if that was weird for you. It’s just, after we talked about it I thought maybe we could eventually be friends or something. I didn’t want you to be sad again. I know what it feels like to be sad. I also know what it feels like to be sad again when you realize someone else is sad for that same reason.” You must actually be exhausted because it feels like you’re talking in riddles. “Sorry, that doesn’t make sense. I just mean, I didn’t want you to feel bad about it again. I didn’t want you to feel more pain” You’ve started leaning toward him, about ready to pass out.

 “You’re incredible. You truly are amazing. I don’t think a day will go by where I don’t feel awful for what I said to you, but maybe with enough time I can make it up to you.”

 “I would like that.” You smile brightly as you look into his eyes. They seem sad still, but there is a brightness there that wasn’t there before.

 Spencer doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he lets you lay down in his lap as you drift off, the soothing feeling of his hands in your hair lulling you to sleep.

 You wake up as the jet touches down. The memories of your conversation with Spencer bring a smile to your face. He looks down smiling when you shift in his lap.

 “Thank you” You’re not surprised he still feels like he needs to thank you.

 “I would do anything for you Spencer Reid.” You get up to collect your belongings, turning back only when you realize he hasn’t moved from his spot on the couch.

 “Spence, let’s go.” Spence. He likes the sound of that. Maybe, just maybe the two of you will be okay.