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Ultimate Safety gears guide: gloves, boiler suites, Fire proximity Suites
Safety gear is essential to protect workers from illness and injury When it comes to working in hazardous environments. By choosing the right equipment for the specific hazards of a given work environment and by properly maintaining and caring for that gear, workers can help ensure their safety and well-being on the job. Safety gloves, fire proximity suits, and industrial boiler suits by VibgyorWorkWear are all essential safety gear for workers in hazardous environments. In this blog, let's discuss these safety gear.
¡        Fire Proximity Suits India is commonly used by firefighters and other emergency responders who may need to enter burning buildings or hazardous environments. They are also used in industrial settings with a fire risk, such as in chemical plants or oil refineries.
¡        Fire proximity suits, also known as firefighting suits, are designed by the best Disposable Coverall Manufacturers in India to protect the wearer from the extreme heat and flames of a fire. These suits are typically made from materials such as aluminized Kevlar, which can withstand temperatures of up to 3,000 degrees Fahrenheit. They also often include a built-in hood to protect the head and face, gloves, and boots.
¡        Safety gloves are designed to protect the hands and fingers from cuts, burns, and other injuries. Many types of safety gloves are available, each with its unique properties and features. For example, leather gloves are often used in welding applications because they provide reasonable protection against heat and sparks. Cut-resistant gloves are commonly used in the food industry to prevent injuries from sharp knives and other cutting tools.
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¡        These suits are designed by Industrial Boiler Suits Manufacturers India to cover the entire body, including the arms and legs. They often include features such as reinforced knees and elbows for added durability. They are commonly used in construction, mining, and manufacturing industries, where workers may be exposed to hazards such as chemicals, sharp objects, or extreme temperatures.
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THIS IS SO TRUE
girls when their favourite jacket is no longer seasonally weather appropriate to wear
#fr though#i have the cutest fucking winter jacket#its so soft and perfect and comforting#like wearing a weighted blanket#but like#its so fucking hot when i wear it#BUT IN THE DEAD OF WINTER ITS NOT ENOUGH#wind goes right through it
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Having my own money is so dangerous because i just went to primark planning to spend like ÂŁ30 on one full outfit (minus shoes ofc) to add to my autumn/winter wardrobe and came out buying two ÂŁ20-ÂŁ30 jackets, a reduced sweater, socks and a fucking ÂŁ14 bag- that is like ÂŁ70 for not even a single full outfit đ
#in my defense i used girl math 𼺠because like- i dont have many jackets rn at least none for autumn#i have a cold winter jacket (my big ass hellbunny elvira i spent ÂŁ100+ on and hardly wear) and some light denim jackets and cardigans.#so like i kind of need the coats because 1 they are simple staple pieces i can mix and match and 2 they are good for the current weather#so by buying them im actually saving money by making my current summer outfits more suitable for autumn/winter. so i dont need to buy more#and one of the jackets is like a suit jacket that is meant to pair with my suit i brought from primark last time!#so i could like pair it all together to make a really formal outfit-#i could pair the pants and jacket with just a tshirt for a more casual but classy look-#or i could pair just the jacket with a tshirt and black jeans for a super casual but stylish look!#im so smart đ im a fashion icon fr fr#also i totally needed the bag because i only have one black bag and it has GOLD accents so i cant pair it with silver#this one has silver accents so i can use it with silver jewellry without ruining the look!#also i needed a sweater because i have a bad habit of throwing mine away the moment spting comes around đ#like i do a closet clear out and say 'i dont wear this anymore' and its like bitch of course you dont its literally july đ#minors dni
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home for the holidays (part one) - r.c.
âď¸ a frat!rafe cameron holiday mini series âď¸
summary a simple favor for a friend ends with you reluctantly bringing Rafe Cameron, resident campus fuckboy, home for the holidays. Itâs gonna take more than a little mistletoe for him to win you overâŚ
content âenemiesâ to lovers, copious amounts of flirting, eventual smut, a dash of familial angst, parental illness and mentions of parental death, 18+ mdni
Brodyyy <3: hey thanks again for offering to give me a ride back to nc for break!
You: ofc! anything for u after u gave me those o chem notes bestie
Brodyyy <3: iâm glad to hear ya say thatâŚbc i have one more favor to ask
You: whatâs up?
Brodyyy <3: one of my frat bros needs a ride back too, can he join?
You: does he live near us?
Brodyyy <3: heâs from obx but if you get us to my house I can take him the rest of the way in my momâs car, so no extra driving for you!
You: yeah then i guess thatâs cool!!
You: as long as iâm home before 6pm on the 21st iâm good
Brodyyy <3: cookie day?
You: exactly, u get me
Brodyyy <3: dw weâll get you home in time for cookies! Tysm!
You: np!
You: whatâs his name btw?
Brodyyy <3: âŚ
You: *questioned* âwhatâs his name btw?â
Brodyyy <3: rafe
You: be so fr rn
You: as in cameron???
You: Brody, did u seriously invite rafe cameron to drive home with us??
Hour one
You could see your breath, fog filling the air with each shivering exhale as you pulled your coat tighter around your shoulders. Even after three-and-a-half years, youâd never gotten used to these North Eastern winters. The plan was to be well on your way towards a milder climate by now, but here you were, leaning against the open hatchback trunk of your car, desperately clutching your hot coffee as you waited for your friend to show up. With his friend. You rolled your eyes as you checked the time on your phone for the hundredth time, none of your many texts to Brody returned.
âBrody, I swear to god,â you mumbled under your breath, âfive more minutes and Iâm leaving your ass.â
Time ticked on without any sight of him. With a resigned sigh, you reached up to close the trunk.
âHey wait up!â a voice called from behind you. You whipped around to find its owner.
Standing a few feet back on the sidewalk, sherpa lined corduroy jacket, backpack slung over his shoulder and obnoxiously handsome smirk painted on his face, was Rafe Cameron. Notorious playboy, frat president, and hands down your least favorite person on this campus.Â
It wasnât a big school, everyone knew Rafe Cameron. All of your friends had crushes on him, some of them even managed to hook up with him or have stories of making out with him at frat parties. Every Friday night, he popped up on every Insta story on campus, somehow everywhere at once, and yet your paths had never crossed directly. You were okay with that. You knew his type well enough.
âIâm Rafe,â he interjected when you didnât greet him.
âI know,â you said dryly.
âMy reputation precedes me?â He grinned, his slight southern drawl reminding you of home with a pang of nostalgia, until you remembered that this guy was from a completely different world than you.
âI wouldnât be too proud of that,â you shot back, slamming the trunk closed. âWhereâs Brody?â
Rafe usually gave people about ten seconds before he decided if he liked them or not. A lethal combination of impatience and general distrust that he disguised seamlessly under cocky confidence. Your arms were crossed in hostility as you frowned at him, even though heâd barely said two words to you.Â
Ah yes, he knew exactly your type. You were that irritating brand of stuck up smart girl who always saw right through him. Sure, you were surprisingly really pretty, a fact Brody had forgotten to mention, but annoying nonetheless. He decided right then not to like you, since you so clearly had already decided not to like him.Â
âHeâs not coming,â Rafe informed you. âDidnât he tell you?â
âNo, he didnât,â you huffed, âIs he okay?â
âYeah, he got a gig with a professor to be a research assistant, but heâs gotta stay on campus to do it,â he explained.
âHe couldâve told me,â you rolled your eyes, checking the time again to calculate how far behind his no-show had made you. âIâm gonna have to adjust the schedule.â
âThe schedule?â He cocked his head, picking up on the tightly wrinkled knot in your forehead as you pulled a folded piece of graph paper from your pocket.
It was color coded and intricate, every mile, every meal, every gas stop accounted for, down to the minute. You had a pencil in your hair, tucked neatly into your messy bun so you could pull it out quickly and make necessary changes, as you were doing now. You held the paper up against the side of your car, erasing and scribbling intensely as you recalculated the trip.Â
âI need to be home by six at the latest, itâs nine now, that leaves only an hour for stops and traffic, we were supposed to leave at eightâŚâ you looked up to eye him pointedly as you said the last part, silently blaming him for the delay as you did your mental math.
âSorry to make you wait, I needed my beauty sleep,â he raised his hands in defense, lips curling back to display his shiny white smile. âYou donât think this all just happens naturally do you?â He gestured to his face.
You tucked the paper back into your pocket as you eyed him up and down, unimpressed and yet simultaneously beginning to understand why all your girlfriends had fallen so easily for this douchebag. He was handsome, sharp features permanently set in an arrogant smirk. His body was tall and lean yet built, enough that you could tell he was muscular even under all those layers. His dirty blonde hair sat messy over his forehead, sticking out at all angles in a way that made it clear heâd just woken up.Â
But you were smart, life and your high IQ made you an expert in reading people. You could see right through him.
âI wasnât waiting for you, I was waiting for Brody,â you shut him down. âAnd since heâs apparently not coming, Iâm gonna hit the road,â you slammed the trunk closed, pulling your keys from your pocket and making your way to the driverâs side door.
You opened the door, fully intending to climb in and drive off on your own, but Rafe appeared quickly by your side, closing the door before you could climb in.
âWoah, woah, wait,â he said, his arm out next to your head to hold the door closed.
You scoffed at his boldness and stepped back, âuhm excuse me!â
âYouâre excused,â he smirked down at you. âHow am I gonna get home?â
âGreyhound station is that way,â you pointed over your shoulder, trying to push him out of the way of your door, but he was too sturdy to be moved. He leaned back against the door and crossed his arms, planting himself.
âIâd rather ride with you,â he flashed you a devilish grin you just knew he was used to throwing around like currency.
âDude, can you just let me into my car?â You shut him down.
âWhatâs the magic word?â God, did this guy have a punchable face.
âPlease,â you reluctantly let out through gritted teeth.
âHmm, no,â he turned it back on you, planting his feet firmly on the ground, both of you knowing there was no way you were gonna be able to overpower his large frame.
âOkay seriously? I know youâre used to using your body to get what you want, but itâs not gonna work this time,â you were done fucking around, an invisible clock ticking in your mind while your trip was delayed even further by this jackass. âGet away from my car.â
âI will when you agree to give me a ride,â his lips twisted and his voice dropped, aimed down at you, âor we can keep standing here and talking about my body.â
You couldnât help but blush, and he couldnât help but like it. The embarrassment at the involuntary response only fueled your anger.
âWhy would I do that? I donât even know you,â it wasnât entirely true, you knew more than you cared to know about him. Or at least, in this moment, you thought you did.
âBrody said you owe him a favor right? Do it for him,â he suggested.
âIf he wanted to cash in on his favor, he shouldâve been here himself.â
âOkay then, what if I paid for gas? What was Brody gonna do, go 50/50 with you? Iâll cover the whole trip,â he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick leather wallet, opening it to flash you his black card.Â
You couldnât help but also notice the polaroids tucked in the see-through pockets. On one side, what appeared to be a family photo; Rafe, an older man and two young girls smiling on a giant boat. On the other side, some sorority girls in bikinis, flashing the camera at a charity car wash. Who the fuck was this guy?Â
âBrody was also gonna take you the rest of the way to the Outer Banks. Iâm going west and thereâs no way Iâm getting on a ferry, how are you gonna get home?â You reasoned, though he could hear in your tone that you were starting to actually consider saying yes.Â
Time to bring it home, he thought.
âIâll figure it out. Just get me to the ferry and Iâll be fine. Iâll be eternally grateful, Iâll owe you a big favor. And I never do people favors.â
âThe more you talk, the less I want to be stuck in a car with you for eight hours,â you said.Â
Dammit, his plan backfired. But he hadnât missed the way you eyed the picture of him with his dad, Sarah and Wheezie in his wallet. Maybe he could use that to his advantage.
âPlease? All flights are sold out and Iâd really like to see my little sisters for Christmas,â he blinked his wide blue eyes, mustering up all the sincerity he could find.
Family was your weak spot, you wondered if Brody had told him that. As much as you truly did not want to get in this cramped, two-door car with him, you felt bad picturing the two little girls waiting patiently for their big brother to come home for Christmas. Ugh.
With a deep sigh, you finally said, âfine.âÂ
Rafe slapped his hand on the carâs roof in celebration, reveling in his victory as he finally stepped away from your door.
âIâll get you to the ferry and thatâs it,â you qualified, trying to dampen his enthusiasm. âI need to be home by six, if Iâm late youâre gonna owe me a lot more than a favor.â
He crossed his fingers over his heart solemnly, âscoutâs honor!â
âYou can throw your stuff in the backseat,â you instructed, your trunk already full to the brim with presents for your family.
âWhat, you got too much junk in your trunk?â He chuckled at his own joke as he jogged around to the passengerâs side.
You rolled your eyes hard as you climbed in the driverâs seat. This was gonna be the longest eight hours of your life.
Hour two
The heat in your car was cranked at full blast, but you were still shivering as you drove. This car was a hand-me-down from your dad, it got you back and forth to school, but left plenty to be desired in the way of amenities.
Based on the designer watch he was wearing and his Gatsby-esque reputation, you were pretty confident this was the least fancy car Rafe had ever been in.
âSorry about the rattling,â you said, needlessly gesturing toward the dash, which shook steadily with the hum of the engine. âSheâs a good car, but sheâs got creaky bones.â
âItâs cool,â he shrugged, pulling a pack of gum out of his coat pocket.
âIâm sure the G-wagons youâre used to donât shake when you accelerate.â
Rafe popped a piece of gum in his mouth, snapping it obnoxiously between his teeth as he looked over at you, head cocked in observation.
âYou donât like me,â he surmised simply.
Your mouth fell open slightly, startled by how directly he clocked you, âI- I barely know you.â
âThen why do you roll your eyes everytime I open my mouth?â
âMaybe I just donât like what you have to say.â
His eyes narrowed, considering this for a moment before deciding, ânah, I think itâs something else. Did we have a class together or something?â
âNo, just a couple mutual friends,â you smiled the fakest of smiles.
âYeah? Like who?â
âGirls youâve ghosted mainly,â you said.
âWhaaat, me? Ghost someone? I have no idea what youâre talking about,â he smirked.
âYeah right,â you shook your head with an incredulous laugh that only widened his grin. âYou know exactly what I mean, you ghost them and then you gaslight them that you were never a thing to begin with. We call it the Rafe Cameron special.â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about, Iâve never done that,â he said.
âThatâs such bullshit, this girl in my hall freshman year showed me all your texts, you totally gaslit her.âÂ
âGaslit? Me? Youâre crazyâŚâ he said.
You almost took the bait, mouth opened indignantly to argue again before you finally caught onto his game and the growing prideful smirk on his face. He was fucking with you.
You turned the music up, blocking him out as he chuckled under his breath in the seat next to you, ever so pleased with himself.
âOh, câmon, lighten up,â he tilted his body toward you, his long legs cramped in the small space of your front seat.Â
He placed his hand on the back of your headrest, his arm easily reaching the distance between you.Â
âItâs college, itâs not that serious. Everybodyâs hooking up and breaking up. I mean, Iâm sure youâve had your fair share of flings,â his eyes ran up and down your body with that final remark.
You stumbled over your response. You werenât necessarily a shy person, but you didnât walk around discussing your personal life as openly as he apparently does.Â
âI���can you stop looking at me like that please?â
âLooking at you like what?â He grinned, feigning innocence.
âLike you know me at all.â
âYouâre right, I donât,â he nodded. âThough I think Iâve pretty much figured you out.â
âOh have you?â Your eyebrows shot up.
âYeah, I mean, I have my guesses at leastâŚâ
âPlease, share with the class,â you turned the radio down to better hear his absurdity, sure that he was full of shit.
âYou were top of your class in high school, graduating with aâŚ3.97 GPA,â he began. âYou got in automatic acceptance to a bunch of state schools but you insisted on going to your reach, which thrilled your parents Iâm sure. College isnât as easy as high school, but youâve settled around an A minus average final grade. Youâre not in a sorority, I wouldâve seen you at a mixer, but youâre definitely in some organized groups. Not sports, thatâs not practical enough, itâs gotta be something where you can do some networking. Brody said youâre what, pre-med? So youâre probably in some kind of medical honors society. I bet youâve had only one serious boyfriend, maybe a long distance high school sweetheart, but youâre too focused on school to make that work so you dumped his ass. A few hook ups since then, but nothing real. How am I doing?â
Your eyes were glued to the road, face gone ashen as he continued to nail correct guess after correct guess.
âMy high school GPA was 3.98 actually,â you said weakly. âAnd I donât like this game.â
Rafe had never been more smug, beaming triumphantly at your confirmation of all his assumptions.
âDonât worry, Iâm done playing,â he leaned forward to take off his coat, balling it up to use as a pillow so he could lean his head on the window. âWake me up when at the next scheduled stop, will ya?â
âNo promises,â you grumbled, making him smile as he drifted off to sleep.
Hour three
Bright red brake lights glowed in a line stretched out in front of you for a mile. You sighed deeply, your foot sore from holding down the brake for a full ten minutes. Resigned, you finally gave in and put the car in park, eyeing the clock on the dash anxiously.
Rafe snored. Loudly.
You shot him a bitter glare as he sat passed out in the passenger seat, blissfully unaware of the stop-and-go traffic jam you had gotten stuck in, enjoying his free ride and interrupting your music with his loud snores. Out of spite, you leaned forward and turned up the radio until your music was practically blaring through the speakers.
Somehow, like even in his sleep he knew how to push your buttons, he started snoring louder. You turned the music up as high as it would go, singing along at the top of your lungs until he finally started stirring, eyes blinking open. You quickly turned down the music, stifling a laugh at the confused, grumpy look on his face.
âWeâre not moving,â he mumbled, groggily taking in your surroundings.
âYou have great observational skills,â you teased him.
âYou didnât think to account for traffic on your little itinerary?â He said smugly.
âI did,â you defended yourself, âjust not until we passed through DC. This part of I-95 isnât usually so packed.â
Rafe sat up in his seat, not having much room to stretch out his legs but trying anyway. He watched the way you were chewing on the inside of your cheek, nervously tapping your hands on the steering wheel.
âSo whatâs happening at six oâclock?â He asked, trying to pull you from your anxious thoughts.
âHmm?â
âBefore we left, you said you had to be home at six. Whatâs at six?âÂ
âOh, uh, itâs kind of silly actually, you wouldnât get it,â you sat back in your seat, finally accepting that the car in front of you wasnât moving anytime soon.
âTry me,â he said.
You looked at him, trying to decide if you wanted to share and risk his getting his rude opinion on something so special to you. But you were hungry, and tired, and stressed, and honestly, after a few too many hours in his charismatic orbit, you were looking for more reasons not to like him.
âItâs because of cookies,â you admitted.
âCookies?â He cocked his eyebrow, trying to maintain his non-judgemental stance.
âMy mom makes these gingerbread cookies that are literally the best thing Iâve ever tasted. Theyâre so good, she makes them every christmas, but she only makes one batch. Itâs an old family recipe her mom left her when she passed away and my mom said she isnât supposed to give it to me until sheâsâŚgoneâŚâ
You paused to swallow hard, like there were more words fighting their way out. Feeling a little too vulnerable with Rafeâs eyes on you, you pushed them back down.Â
ââŚanyway, I have three younger brothers, and they get home from their practices at six. The second they walk in the door, theyâll attack those cookies and there wonât be any left for me. So I need to get home before them or Iâll have to wait a whole year for more cookies.â
You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he decided whether or not he was gonna tease you.
Finally he landed on, âgingerbread, really? They canât possibly be that good.â
âOh no, believe me they really are. Iâm not usually into gingerbread either but these are seriously the best thing Iâve ever put in my mouth.â
Rafeâs eyebrows shot up, smirking at you from his side of the car. It took a second for you to hear your own double entenadre.Â
âOh shut up,â you laughed, reaching over to swat his arm.
âI didnât say anything!â He pretended to wince, rubbing the spot on his arm youâd hit dramatically. You flexed your hand, surprised that it stung a little, his arm firmer than you were expecting.Â
âYou question the cookies and then you mock me,â you shook your head. âI should make you get out and walk the rest of the way.â
âNo, no!â He chuckled. âI would never question the cookies. Iâm sure theyâre delicious. Donât make me walk.â
You zeroed your eyes in on him, âfine. You're safe. For now.â
He wiped his forehead playfully, mouthing a silent âphew!â
After a few minutes, traffic started moving again, though painfully slowly. Rafe was drumming along to the radio on the dashboard, growing more impatient by the second. His fidgeting reminded you of a bored toddler.
âWhy canât you mom just make more cookies?â He blurted out.
Your grip tightened on the wheel as sudden brake lights ahead of you forced you to slam on your own brake yet again. This was the direction you were hoping the conversation wouldnât head in.
âShe, uhâŚshe just makes the one batch,â you tried to shrug the question off, but he was too busy tapping away and shifting in his seat to notice your growing discomfort.
âI mean how long can it take? A couple hours maybe? I bet she could just -â
âShe just canât, okay?â You snapped, your growing irritation with the traffic jam making the words come out a little sharper than youâd intended. You took a deep breath when his eyes snapped toward you, âsorry. She justâŚshe can only make one.â
Rafe nodded, his bottom lip sticking out as he returned his attention to his phone, typing rapidly.
âAlright then, take the next exit,â he said.
âWhat?â
âIn a half mile on the right, take that exit,â he repeated.
âWhy?â you asked.
âI found a faster route,â he explained. âLetâs get you those cookies.â
Hour four
Rafe was right, the alternate route he found for you had caught you up to schedule, even putting you about twenty miles ahead of where you expected to be by this point.
With the made up time, Rafe finally convinced you to stop for food, and, after several minutes of arguing, to let him drive the next stretch.
It was amazing how much your mood improved with some food in your system. Now that you werenât the one behind the wheel, it was you shuffling restlessly in the seat, unfolding and refolding your schedule and refreshing the GPS on your phone every couple of minutes.Â
âIn one hundred and twenty two miles, veer leftâŚâ refresh âin one hundred and twenty miles, veer leftâŚâ refresh âin one hundred and nineteen miles-â
âVeer left! Itâs gonna keep saying the same thing every time, you really donât need to keep refreshing it,â Rafe grunted.
You shot him a glare, making a show of turning your phone off and tucking it in your pocket.Â
âRemind me why you couldnât just drive yourself?â You snarled. âWhat, is the Beamer in the shop?â
âItâs a Range Rover, actually,â he corrected you, pulling forth yet another eye roll from you as you mumbled âof course it is.â âAnd yes, actually, it is.â
âAh, you pimping your ride?â
He snorted, âwhat is it 2005? No, I, uh, totaled it, actually.â
âI knew I shouldnât let you drive,â you winced, grabbing the handle above the passenger door theatrically.
âRelax, it wasnât my fault,â he assured you.
âLet me guess, the other driver was so blinded by your dazzling smile that they crashed right into you?âÂ
âThere was no other driver,â he said, smirking with a sidelong glance in your direction. âGlad to know you think my smile is that powerful though.â
You regretted your word choice immediately, your brain was working so fast to deflect his charm you had lost the plot a bit. You scrambled to put the focus back on him so he wouldnât see the way you were blushing.
âOkay so whatâs the story then?â You asked.
âItâs really not that interesting. I was driving around campus and there was something in the street, I swerved and hit a tree, thatâs it,â he reached to turn the radio a little louder, your eyes narrowing at the avoidant tone heâd adopted.
âYou saw âsomething?â What âsomethingâ did you see?â You pressed, amused by his discomfort.
âJust, uhm, an animal in the road,â he said dismissively.
You nodded, a little âahâ leaving your lips as you returned your gaze to the window. You tapped your fingers on your thigh to the beat of the song. You wanted to know more, he knew you wanted to know more. The tension broke quick.
âWhat kind of animal was -â
âOhhh my god, youâre so nosy, it was-â he cut himself off momentarily to lower his voice, âit was a bunny alright?â
Your laugh was immediate and loud, head falling back at the image heâd conjured for you.
âAlright, itâs not that funny but whatever,â he rolled his eyes, unable to suppress the little curve of his lips at the pretty sound of your unguarded giggles.Â
âNo, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you said between laughs, wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, âitâs not funny. Itâs nice. You crashed your Range Rover trying to save a little rabbit. I just didnât expect Rafe Cameron to break for bunnies, itâs very cute.â
Rafe never got flustered, he practically majored in flirting, it never phased him. So why the fuck was he blushing like a little kid right now?
Get your shit together, Cameron, he thought, sheâs just some girl.
âSo you and Brody, yâall sleeping together or...?â
Your laughter stopped dead in its tracks, head snapping towards him as your jaw slammed shut.
Pointedly not answering him, you grabbed your Coke from the cupholder and took a long sip.
âIs that a yes?â he continued.Â
âNot that itâs any of your business,â you cut him off, fiddling with the straw, âbut no, weâre just old friends.â
Long gone was the playful air of the bunny story. Unable to recover and get a positive reaction from you, he figured he might as well dig himself deeper. In for a pennyâŚ
âBut, câmon, youâre saying you two have seriously neverâŚâ
âEw no, heâs literally like my brother,â you shut him down. âWhy do you care so much? You jealous?â
Fuck, he hadnât meant to give you the upper ground, he needed to level the field.Â
âYou just seemed pretty upset when you found out he wasnât coming is all. Like, I dunno, a woman scorned and all thatâŚâ
âHave you considered itâs because I realized I was gonna be stuck in a car alone with you for eight hours?â
Thoroughly pissed off, you sank down in your seat and continued sipping your Coke, avoiding looking at him by counting the mile markers on the side of the highway.Â
Rafe looked over at you, taking in the flex of your jaw as you stewed. He usually didnât give a fuck if his words offended people. He preferred it, actually. But something about the shape of your smile and the sound of your laughter made him wish you were always happy. He felt like shit for making it go away, then he felt like shit for feeling like shit given his decision not to like you.
His eyes stayed on you for longer than they should, studying the shape of your silhouette in the soft light of the December sun.Â
âWatch out!â You shrieked suddenly.
Rafeâs eyes shot forward and he realized with panic that heâd been veering off the road, the front of the car dangerously skewed in the direction of the metal guard rail.Â
âFuck!âÂ
He cut the wheel hard, overshooting his correction and causing the car to jerk sharply to the left. In your concern, you gripped your drink so hard the lid came off, your ice cold diet coke splashing out of the cup and all over you.
Rafe redirected the car until it was back in the correct lane, but you were already covered in diet soda. Coke dripped from your hair onto your face, your mouth hung wide open in shock and fury.
âShit, my bad,â Rafe said, reaching in the fast food bag for some napkins.
He started dabbing it completely unhelpfully at your shoulder and you ripped the napkin from his hands.
âThis is my favorite shirt, ugh what the fuck Rafe!â You scolded him, trying to use the napkins with very little luck, the shirt was definitely ruined.
âI said Iâm sorry! Jesus calm down, itâs not like I did it on purpose,â he huffed at you, hating that he liked how you said his name, even when you were yelling at him.
âNo of course not, you never do anything on purpose,â you quipped.
It took everything in him not to snap back with a âyou donât even fucking know me,â but he remained silent. Biting his tongue was a new taste to him, he didnât like it, but he didnât like the feeling of you being pissed at him either. Today was a day of firsts.
âWeâre gonna have to stop so I can get a new shirt from the trunk,â you said.
Eager to return to familiar territory, he jumped at the opportunity to antagonize you, shaking his head and tsking condescendingly, âno can do, thereâs no stops on the schedule for an hour.â
âOkay well this is obviously an extenuating circumstance,â you argued.
âSo was me wanting to stop at that outlet mall to get presents for my family, but we didnât stop then,â he countered.
âRight, because those things are comparable,â you scoffed. âItâs not my fault you waited until the last second to do your Christmas shopping.â
You were right, but he still resented the know-it-all tone in your accusation.
âWell Iâm the driver and I say weâre sticking to the schedule,â he doubled down.
âSo Iâm just supposed to sit here covered in soft drink for the rest of the trip?â
âI have an old sweatshirt in my bag you can borrow,â he offered.
The urge to continue fighting with him until he agreed to pull over was strong, but the urge to get out of the cold, sticky shirt was stronger. With a sigh, you climbed into the backseat and dug through Rafeâs bag until you found a soft, worn out hoodie with a logo on the front that said âKildare Academy Lacrosseâ and on the back âCameron #44.â
You reached down to peel off your shirt, looking up first to catch Rafe watching you through the rear view mirror. Your hands paused on the hem, giving him a steely look.
âUh, a little privacy please?âÂ
His eyes continued flicking between you and the road, âI just wanna see if you found the right sweatshirt,â he claimed.
You let out an indignant tsk, mouth open in disbelief when he gave you a little wink through the mirror. You reached forward and smushed your hand into his cheek, pushing his head back toward the road. He bit his bottom lip, trying to play nonchalant as you stripped off your shirt just inches behind him. He might act like a playboy, but he did actually have enough respect not to look at you while you changed.
Still, keeping his eyes on the road meant seeing the fuzzy form of you in his peripheral vision. The general hue of your skin tone and the swift movement of you pulling your shirt over your head sucked some of the air from his usually puffed-out chest. He felt like he was twelve years old, the way just the thought of you shirtless in the backseat made his hands clammy and his heart pick up speed. He needed to get a grip.
The sweatshirt was about two sizes too big but so warm and comfortable you didnât care. You expected it to smell like some cheap cologne or boy sweat, but instead it smelled like something sweet and inviting - fabric softener, you realized with a grin. Youâd tease him for that later.
Hour five
Somewhere in the middle-of-nowhere Virginia, your gas light came on. You agreed to let him drive for another fifty miles after a quick gas station pit stop, planning to take the allotted thirty minute nap youâd mapped out on your schedule before driving the rest of the way.
Rafe paid for the gas, as promised, and stood by the car as he filled your tank. You never did get to finish your Diet Coke, so you ran inside to grab another while he pumped.
âThatâll be $2.79, dear,â the cashier told you, her southern accent and charm a tell-tale sign that you were nearing home.
With a smile, you pulled out your debit card and held it out for her to swipe.
âSorry sweetheart, thereâs a five dollar minimum for cards,â she informed you politely.
âOh, okay,â you looked around the counter for something to add, swiping some knick-knacks from their display to round up your bill.
----â----
The car door slammed as Rafe climbed back in next to you, balling up the receipt for the gas and tossing it into the backseat.
âHow much was it?â You asked.
âDonât worry about it,â he shrugged, turning the key as the engine sputtered to life.Â
You shouldnât feel bad, he offered to pay, and you were technically the one doing him a favor. Still, you were raised by blue collar parents, âneither a borrower nor a lender beâ and elbow grease was gospel in your home. You felt like you needed to give him something.
âHere,â you passed him the bag of trinkets youâd bought inside.
Rafe looked in the bag with a confused grin.
âWhat am I supposed to do with these?â He laughed as he pulled the items out of the bag.
âYou couldâŚgive them to your sisters,â you suggested.
âWhat are they gonna do with a Thomas Jefferson snow globe and a bumper sticker that says âVirginia is for Loversâ?â
âWell itâs better than a slip of paper that says âIOU one christmas present,ââ You teased him.
âYâknow what? Very true,â he nodded, tucking the bag of goodies in the backseat and pulling out of the gas station.Â
The drive was silent for a few minutes. You leaned forward, resting your arms on the dash as you watched the emerging silhouette of the Blue Ridge Mountains on the far horizon. It was all getting so close; a crackling fire, drinking hot cocoa while watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas with your brothers, decorating the tree, those gingerbread cookiesâŚ
âWhat are you smiling about?â Rafeâs voice interrupted your revelry.
âIâm just excited to get home and see my family,â you said with a happy smile. âArenât you?â
It was such a foreign concept to him he almost laughed. He was still playing the angle that he was desperate to get home to his family so youâd give him a ride. He couldnât tell you the truth; that he wasnât sure anyone at his house even remembered he was coming, that Christmases in the Cameron house for the last decade were more about the pictures his father could put on the cards he sent to clients than they were about celebrating, or love.Â
âUh, yeah, âcourse,â he said, hoping youâd drop it.Â
You didnât.
âDoes your family have any traditions?âÂ
âLike what?â He knew what you meant, but his brain wasnât working fast enough to come up with a lie, the truth sitting on his chest in the uncomfortable way he spent his life trying to avoid.
âLike, okay,â you started. âMe and my brothers always sleep in the living room on Christmas Eve. We get all the pillows and blankets in the house and make a big pile in front of the fireplace and keep the fire going all night so we can stay up to try and catch Santa.âÂ
âHowâs he gonna come down the chimney if you keep the fire going?â Rafe questioned logically.
âOh Rafe, Iâm so sorry I have to be the one to tell you thisâŚbut Santa isnât real,â you placed your hand on his arm like you were trying to console him.Â
He let it linger for a minute before shaking you off, âyou know what I meant!â he grumbled, making you laugh. The sound was so sweet it made him dizzy.
âWhat else do you do?â He asked impulsively, surprising both you and himself with his desire to hear you keep talking.
âWell, you know about my momâs cookies, and we always drink cocoa with peppermint sticks, and oh! Me and my dad used to cut down a real tree together the day after Thanksgiving- Iâm sure theyâve already gotten it this year since I wasnât home- but weâd always decorate it together, just the two of us, while listening to his old Bing Crosby vinyl.â
It sounded so nice, so idyllic and comforting, like a Hallmark card. Jealousy roared in his chest, hoping you couldnât see it on his face as he pictured the much colder, tension filled holiday that was awaiting him.
âDidnât Bing Crosby used to hit his kids?â He blurted out coldly, the holly jolly joy in the car becoming a little too much for him to handle.
Your face soured, lips twisted as he burst your bubble.Â
âYouâre a mean one, Mr. Grinch,â you mumbled. Even when he was being an ass, you were being cute. It was killing him. âNot a Christmas guy, huh?â
âArenât you supposed to be napping right now?â He brushed off your question.
âI donât know, maybe you shouldnât drive so grumpy.â
âIâll be fine. Your thirty minutes is slipping away, though.â
âOkay fine, but donât forget to wake me up when we cross the state line,â you reminded him.
âI know, I know. Are you always this bossy?â He snipped, his sudden coldness making you wish youâd never opened up to him about your family to begin with.
With a final, pointed look at him, you pulled the strings of his sweatshirt to cover your eyes and sank down into the seat.Â
âBah humbug,â you threw at him before drifting off to sleep.
Almost immediately, he missed the sound of your voice.Â
Hour six
In your dream, you sat alone at your kitchen table, your dadâs Bing Crosby vinyl skipped on the record player as you cried over an empty plate, not a single crumb of gingerbread leftâŚ
Hour seven
The world was moving outside the windows, the early darkness of winter making the scene blurry, but you could tell the car was definitely still moving.
And Rafe was out cold in the driverâs seat.
âOh my god!!âÂ
You shot up in your seat and grabbed the wheel, sure that you were about to go flying off the road any second. But the wheel was locked, and there was no engineâs rumble shaking the dash. The car was off.Â
You blinked, your groggy mind finally catching up with reality. You werenât driving, you were floating. The choppy ocean crashing against the side of the ship spraying little droplets of water on your windshield.
âOh my god,â you repeated with a groan, this time less panicked and more pissed.
Rafe woke up with your body stretched across his lap, gripping the wheel as you groaned.
âHi,â he mumbled with a sleepy smile, completely misreading the situation.
You sat back in your own seat and hit him on the shoulder, hard.Â
âOww, what the hell?â He sat up, rubbing his arm.
âWhere the fuck are we?â You barked at him.
âWeâre in your car on the way home,â he avoided the true answer.Â
âI said Iâd get you to the ferryâŚâ
âAnd would ya look at that? You did!â He smiled sheepishly.
With scarily accurate comedic timing, the shipâs horn blared loudly, leaving no doubt.
âRafe, weâre on the ferry!â You yelled, smacking him again.
âWould you stop hitting me please?! We were making good time and you looked so peaceful sleeping so I figured weâd just hop the ferry real quick and youâll still make it home by six.â
You checked the time on your phone, eyes widening with realization.
âJust barely! At this rate Iâll be walking in the door at 5:58,â you argued.
âAnd just think of how many cookies you can eat in two minutes if you really put your mind to it,â he grinned at you. You were having none of his boyish charm this time, back to being a card carrying member of the âI Hate Rafe Cameronâ club.
âIâm gonna kill you,â you mumbled.
âOkay, well can it wait until weâre on dry land? I get seasick and I want it to be a fair fight.â
He wasnât letting up on the flirting, and you werenât giving in. The rest of the boat ride was painfully quiet.
----â----
âItâs just up here on the right, that metal gate,â he assured you as he approached his home, still trying to convince you that you had plenty of time.
Headlights bounced off the high white walls of his estate as the car pulled up. Your mouth hung open in disbelief.
âWhat is it?â He questioned.
âI knew you were probably rich, yâknow based on your wholeâŚâ you gestured vaguely to him, â...thing. But holy shit.â
He grinned, âyeah itâs alright I guess.â
âOh whatever,â you laughed. âItâs like a fucking castle!â
With a final left turn, he pulled into Tannyhill, the giant house completely dark at the end of the long drive. Rafeâs face fell slightly as he drove up, but he pushed the disappointment down when he felt your eyes on him.
âHome sweet home,â he said, feigning holiday cheer.
He put the car in park and grabbed his stuff from the backseat. You both got out, stopping in front of the car so he could hand you the keys.
âI should change so you can have your sweatshirt back,â you said.
âNah you can give it back to me at school, Iâve delayed your schedule long enough.â
You smiled softly, giving him a grateful nod.
It was strange, you felt like youâd known him much longer than eight hours and yet you werenât quite friendsâŚyou werenât enemies either, but definitely not friends. How is one supposed to say goodbye to a non-enemy/non-friend? You settled on holding out your hand to shake. Rafe just looked down at your palm, huffing a laugh at the gesture.
âWell,â you shrugged, smiling back, âMerry Christmas I guess?â
He took your hand, giving it a firm shake and a squeeze, âyeah, Merry Christmas I guess.â
With a nod, you stepped around him and got back into your car, pulling up your GPS and entering your home address. So long as the ferry was still running on schedule and there wasnât too much traffic, youâd get home with about five minutes to spare.
You put the car in reverse and got ready to back out of the driveway. You tried to keep your eyes fixed on the rearview, but you couldnât help but steal one last look at Rafe as he walked through his front door.
Only, he wasnât going inside. Or maybe he couldnât go inside? He stood at the front door shaking the handle and having a very animated conversation with someone on his phone. Something wasnât right.
Even though you knew you shouldnât, you cracked your window slightly to hear the phone call. His back still turned to you, Rafe didnât notice you could hear him and kept talking, loudlyâŚ
âThe Bahamas? Are you kidding me?...I canât believe you guys just left without me...well I wasnât and then I got a rideâŚthis couldâve been avoided if youâd just sent the jet like I askedâŚsince when are you concerned about that?...well what the hell am I supposed to do now?!âÂ
The last question was said with a raised voice, aggression seeping into his tone. He made like he was about to say something else, but was cut-off, his shoulders falling as the voice on the other end got so loud that it carried all the way to your car. You couldnât make out the words, but whoever he was talking to was clearly shouting even louder than Rafe had just been.
âY-yes sirâŚIâm sorryâŚyes sirâŚno sirâŚokay I willâŚI lo-â
The phone beeped three times and the screen went black. Rafe stared down at it for a second before slipping it in his pocket and lifting a rock close to the door, retrieving a small silver key. As he raised it to the doorknob, his eyes caught yours in the reflection of the glass.
âYou should get going,â he said, turning and noticing your window cracked. âYouâre gonna miss your cookies.â
Fully busted for eavesdropping, you rolled the window the rest of the way down, âdid theyâŚare they not home?â
âNah, they decided to spend Christmas in the Bahamas,â he explained.
âOh. So youâre just gonna be here, like, alone?â
âIâll be fine. Iâm not a Christmas guy anyway, remember?â He gave you a tight lipped smile that didnât quite meet his eyes.
âAre-are you sure? You couldâŚâ You couldnât quite bring yourself to say it. Were you really gonna offer for him to come home with you? You barely knew him, surely you couldnât bring him home for Christmas.Â
The offer fell dead on your lips, but Rafe knew where you were going with it, the pity in your voice a little too much for his pride.
âIâm really fine,â he said, nodding his head toward the road, âyou should get back on the road. Youâve got a schedule to keepâ
You gave him a soft smile as you put the car back into reverse, feeling guilty the whole way out of the driveway.
----â----
Turning the Christmas radio station up, you tried to focus on gingerbread cookies as you waited in the long car line to get back on the ferry.Â
He wasnât your friend, in fact, he was kind of an asshole to you all day. You didnât owe him anything. Plus, he surely wouldnât be comfortable at your little house in the country. Not when he was used to all the flash of this island, the one his family seemingly owned based on all the signs with their name on it you passed on your short drive. No, heâd be fine. Youâd get your cookies and heâd be fine.
âMaâam,â the Ferry ticketing attendant tapped on your window to get your attention.Â
You sighed deeply as you looked at the big ship, then down to your GPS, telling you there was only a minute to spare if you were gonna get home on time.Â
Home. Yours, warm and full of love. His, empty and dark.
âWeâve got a schedule to keep,â the attendant urged. âAre you boarding or not?â
----â----
The house was still dark but for one light glowing through an upstairs window.
You knocked three times, Rafeâs confused face finally appearing behind the glass. He opened the door with a questioning furrow of his brow. His bag was still packed, sitting right inside the door. You reached down to grab it, throwing it over your shoulder as you said,Â
âYou owe me a cookie.â
(part two)
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Cockwarming with K.MJ.
Genre - Smut and fluff.
Warning- G!P Minji, just cockwarming, Don't be a dud- wrap your bud.
Paring - GP!loser!Minji x gf!fem!reader.
Synopsis - Its winter, and Minji needs warming up. Youâre her only option.
Word count - 1.4K
MINJI - Red.
READER - White.
It was a chill einter eveling and Uni had just broken off for two weeks of holiday to enjoy Christmas with loved ones.
You where on your phone when you got a text, It was around 07:45PM when your phone pinged you decided to check as saw that it was your gf texting you.
Min Min đŹ
-> Baby? đ¤
-> Yes, minji?đ
-> Can u come over, to my place? đŤśđťđŤśđťďżź
-> no. đž
-> PLSSSSSSS đđťđđťđđťđđťđđť
-> still no, Its freezing cold outside! đđ I ainât walking in that cold ur crazy â ď¸â ď¸
-> PLSSSS BABY PLSS!! đżđż
-> Give me one gd reason y I should go to ur house..đđ
-> Bc yk đđ
-> Ik? Wdym..? đĽ¸
-> đđťââď¸đđťââď¸ â¤ď¸đ
-> đ°đ°đ°đ°đ°
-> so watcha say bbg? đźđźđź
-> nty Iâm gd fr đđ
-> đđđđ please love đĽş
-> Bro u just wanna get freaky min.đ
-> Thatâs not true! đ
-> Yh sure. đ
-> please!! Iâll give cuddles..! đâ¤ď¸
-> U promise? đ
-> I prowmissđĽş
-> Fine iâll come but u have to come pick me up.đ
-> YAYYY.. wait do I really..?đ˝đŚ
-> yh u do i ainât walking in the snowđ.
-> okay okay iâll be there in 40đ.
-> aww ty see ya!
-> See u soon bbg, luv uđ˝đ˝
-> Ily too â¤ď¸
You sighed and got up from your bed, you put on a pink skirt, nude coloured tights, a crop top, a white puffer jacket with a scarf and you small bag which held your phone, lipstick, lipgloss, Vaseline, mini perfume and your purse.
You styled your hair and then put on log warmers with socks then you put on your Uggâs. You grabbed your keys and exit your apartment complex
It was snowing outside and you waited for your gf to pick you up as she said she would. Around 10 - 15 mintes later a black BMW pulled up in front of you.
The person rolled down the window, âHey baby, hop in..â She said with a smile and leaned over to the passenger side opening the door.
âNew car..?â You said, climbing into her car.
You then closed the door and put on your seat belt, âYeah, my nice new sweat baby!..â
âHmm but I thought i was your baby.?â You pouted looking up at her as she put her hand on your knee, her touch was cold, you shivered.
âYou are, but this is my like.. âcarâ..âshe said and you nodded.
You looked out the window, watching the snow fall, Minji had her left hand on the wheel and her right on your lap.
40 MINUTES LATER
Minji parked outside the gate, minji was from a wealthy family so she lived in the luxury apartment.
You watched as she beeped a black card and ths gates open. âWeâll be at my place soon..â She said gently gripping your thigh.
You nodded, âOkay..â
She drove for another 5-10 minutes and you guys reached a huge luxury apartment. âWere here baby..â she said as she parked the car in the in the parking lot.
You undo your seat belt at the same time she does hers, she got up and got out of the car doing a quick jog to your side opening the door for you.
âThanks luv,â You said getting out as you held her hand, âHa anything for my princess..â
She closed the door and you waited for her to lock the door, she then took your hand and you guys walked into the building.
After a few minutes You where at your gfâs house, she took off your shoes for you, put on your puffer jacket down as well ad youâre scarf and sat next to you.
Minji were cold from the snow so she shivered, you look at her. âYou cold.?â You asked her and she yawned.
âYeah.. iâm freezing..â she leaned back in her chair and you looked at her, she the smirked looking at your thighs.
She like you wearing skirts, it was a complete turn of for her. You looked her hear, feeling her gaze on yo, âWhat are you looking at, luv?â
She wrapped her arm around your waist, squeezing it gently. âI love your skirt baby~â she said looked at you with a smirk.
âPerv.â You muttered as your face heated up, she chuckled. âBut you love it donât you..?â
You did, you did love it. You felt as she pulled you closer, her gaze going towards your lips. âMhm so soft..â she rubbed the bottom of your lips.
You blushed as she came closer, leaning in to kiss you. As you guys lips met you blushed even more, you felt as she pulled you into her lap making you straddle her.
You guys continued to kiss as she placed her hands on your waist while you had your hands on her shoulders. She pulled away and smiled at you, âYouâre so pretty baby, but Iâm a little cold.. you wouldnât mind cock warming me?â
You felt the boner she had your breath hitched. âI-i..â you stumbled over your words. â..o-okay..â she smiled and pulled down her sweatpants.
You looked down as you saw her cock, it was a pretty pink colour. She smiled and kissed your neck.. âA-ah b-baby..â you whimpered as you clutched onto her shirt.
You felt her move your panties to the side and teased her cock to your hole. âHmm so wet for me princess.. so fucking wet..â
She pushed into you and you sat down on it, âa-ah!â You moaned.
âFuckkk princess..â she grunted.
You sat there cock warming her, you wanted to move so bad. You felt her hold your hips down not letting you move at all.
You whimpered as you clenched around her, placing your head on her chest. âOh gosh thats a dangerous game to play bbg..â she said gripping onto your hips.
You clenched again, âAhhh.. hmmpf..â you moaned.
She gritted her teeth, âif you do that one more time Iâm gonna fuck you till you canât walk..â
You clenched around her one last time and she, keeping to her words, pinned you down and pulled up your crop top up and sucked on your breast as she pounded into you.
âHmmpf a-ah! Mommy fuck.. ahâ you moaned and your eyes teared up from too much pleasure. âYouâre my cock slut isnât it? Fucking slut.â
You nodded as she continued to pound into your tight cunt, âAh mhmpf.. mommy..â
âHmm oh gosh baby..â you felt as she pulled you closer and pounded into you deeper and deeper.
You felt her cock touch your cervix, âOh gosh ah.. yeah mommy ahh hungggg right there hmpff!!..â your eyes rolled back.
Minji noticed, she had hit your g-spot and continued to do so, âMhm your so gushy and warm~â
Your mouth formed a âoâ shape as you felt a knot in your stomach. She continued to bully her huge cock into you tight cunt, you whimpered and felt her grip getting tighter.
âHmpf mommy..â you moaned as you felt the knot slowly coming undone. âYou gonna cum?â She asked you and you nodded, slowly opening your eyes.
âC-can i cum mommy..? Iâve been hunggnnggg.. a g-good hmpfffff g-girl..â you clenched more onto her shirt.
She leaned down next to your ear, âHmm go on baby girl, cum for mommy..â she whispered as she moved even faster.
You felt the knot come undone and you cumed, âOh gosh minji fuck..â your body shivered and you cumed all over her cock which she was still moving in and out of you, letting you ride out your orgasm.
âNow let mommy cum you.. ya?â You nodded and felt as your vision became hazy and she smug, she knows you were brain fucked.
It was a bit sore at first until you felt another orgasm creeping up apron you, âM-mommy i-Iâm gonna a-ah cum.. a-ah..a-again..â you mentioned.
âMe too, get ready for mommyâs fat load.â She said as you fell her cock twitch a bit in you.
You felt as her thrusts become more and more sloppy. âH-hmpf.. baby.. mommyâs gonna cum..â she whimpered.
You whimpered, âFuck cum with me baby..â
And you did so, you felt as her load filled you up as your leg twitched, your cunt throbbing and Minji lying on top of your chest.
She then sat up after catching her breath. âFuckâ
She gently pulled out watching as your pussy gently pushed out you and herâs cum mixed together. She saw the creampie and chuckled.
âHmm.. best sex ever babe. Loved it..â she said as she put your panties back on. You rolled your eyes and gently sat up, âI feel sticky..â You said and got up but your legs gave away.
Minji quickly caught you. âGosh..â you muttered.
She chuckled, âHmm i did really fuck you till you canât walk..â
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O!Steve & B!Robin as childhood friends!! Not Nancy Wheeler Friendly bc this is from a protective Robin POV & I needed drama & No Upside Down AU
They meet when Robin skips 4th grade & become friends when they're paired together for a project. Steve is a Henderson bc his mom divorced his sire Richard Harrington & Steve didn't want to b a Harrington anymore he wanted to have his mom's maiden name. He & his mom moved to Hawkins the week before school started.
Steve is chubby & a boy omega (which is rare especially in Hawkins Elementary where only two other boys in the grades below r omegas) which makes him different & he's not very good at reading aloud but he still gets some of the best scores on their social studies or history lessons & his scent is still muted like the kids younger than them. So he isn't popular but he isn't overtly bullied but he is largely ignored by the kids w more social capital.
So he & Robin bond abt being treated as outcasts. They quickly become best friends & spend as much time together outside of school as they can except every other Sunday bc Steve's mom drives a few towns away in Roane County to the nearest Episcopal church.
Robin was raised Buddhist bc her mom is a child of Vietnamese immigrants & her dad was an anti-war protester (especially after he gets drafted into Vietnam, causing him to lose his left leg). The Buckleys celebrate a vague Christmas tht they treat more like Yule with Father Winter instead of Santa, presents still happen but Robin is expected to choose a few of her gifts to give to a nearby domestic violence shelter where some kids stay.
Then high school starts. Steve has his first heat the summer before & so his scent matures to smell like baked apples w honey. He loses a bit of the baby fat, his face gets clearer of acne he'd developed in 7th grade, & his hair is noticeably more shiny. This means Steve is suddenly the subject of new attention by some of the beta boys & alphas of Hawkins High. It all makes Steve uncomfortable so Robin stops trimming her nails & even files them sharper when at home. She shows off her newly sharp nails when she scratches up the arms of an alpha senior who wasn't taking Steve's polite refusals as an answer, tearing up their jacket sleeves, & even ripping a big hole in the bottom of their backpack so all their things tumbled out.
After tht word spread quickly tht Steve Henderson had a guard, Robin Buckley. So the attention turned from a rush to a trickle.
A!Tommy Hagan tries harassing Steve in their sophomore year & calling it courting but Robin tells B!Carol Perkins tht Tommy is trying to cheat on her & together they scratch Tommy so deeply he gets scars. Sophomore year is also when Steve begins babysitting for extra cash. He starts w his little cousin Dustin, then the Sinclairs hire him every other Saturday night, & the list grows till Steve is having Robin help him keep a planner just to keep track of his babysitting gigs.
Then junior year brings abt a Steve who is the uncontested prettiest omega in school & the attention gets worse. Except now ppl know to try to get Robin's approval. She doesn't make it easy & this weeds out the ppl who only wanted a chance to say they'd popped Steve's cherry.
This works till A!Nancy Wheeler sets her sights on Steve. Nancy does practically every task Robin gives her w minimal complaints, so Robin gives Nancy the chance to actually court Steve. Except it quickly becomes clear to Robin tht Nancy didn't seem all tht interested in learning more abt steve outside of who he was in the schools social ladder. Robin would watch how Nancy flaunted their relationship to others to establish a growing social status but would then make eyes at B!Jonathan Byers, The Creep as others called him.
When O!Will Byers goes missing (later being found kidnapped by his father) & B!Barb runs away while the town is focused on tht, Nancy becomes more & more disinterested in Steve. Apparently insisting to Steve tht Barb was her best friend & tht she would've told Nancy if she was going to run away. Robin snorts when Steve tells her this bc it was obvious to Robin their friendship was a one way street of Nancy getting what she wanted.
So of course Nancy embarrasses herself & Steve at Tina's Halloween party the next year, after a year of growing colder towards Steve & leading him on & insisting to them both tht Jonathan is just a friend. Of course Nancy runs off w Byers after the whisper of a lead on where Barb had gone reaches her ears, of course she comes back smelling like Byers in a way tht made it clear she'd had sex w him & only then breaking up w Steve & worst of all is how Steve doesn't get angry with Nancy or Jonathan.
It all gets more annoying when Steve is newly single & knot headed A!Billy Hargrove tries approaching Steve when no one else is around. He never offers to exclusively court Steve & he never approaches Robin abt it either. He just follows Steve to secluded corners of the school or town & makes comments when no one is around to hear him.
Eventually they graduate, Robin decides to put off going away for college opting instead to take classes part time at the Roane County Community College w Steve. Billy Hargrove races out of town after he beats his father in the Hargroves front lawn, Mr Hargrove leaves town soon after but his wife & step daughter the Mayfields stay in Hawkins. Robin only learns most of this thanks to Steve being Max's babysitter now
for two weeks of the summer Nancy tries to court Steve again, claiming she'd changed but this is after Jonathan Byers learns tht Nancy hadn't broken up w Steve till after their fruitless attempt to convince Barb to come home led to them sleeping together & so he breaks up w her unable to believe she'd hurt Steve in the way his own father had hurt his mom
They get jobs at the mall in the food court. Then the larger parent company of their employer Scoops Ahoy gets shut down by the government for tax evasion & tax fraud & a whole list of illegal labor practices so they find new jobs at the Cinema-plex in the same mall. Then the mall burns down bc the construction was cheap & several safety regulations were blatantly ignored. So they find another job they can work together. This time at Family Video, after an interview w Keith (whose parents own the small strip mall where the laundromat & the arcade & video store r located) wherein Robin said her favorite movie was a German silent film she knew Keith would know nothing abt & Steve equally stumped Keith w a samurai movie tht Robin knew didn't circulate in the US, Ms Henderson had gotten the VHS of the movie shipped to Hawkins through friends in the UK.
Time went on, they took their classes at the small community college, Steve still babysat here & there, & the platonic soulmates were even apartment hunting in their free time. Settling on the relatively affordable rent of a 2 bed trailer in Forest Hills.
That's where Eddie Munson pops into their lives. Apparently he'd met Steve once or twice when Steve had come by to babysit Max. Now tht the pair lived so close by Munson he took to being a welcome committee. A couple of months of living in the trailer park, hanging out w Eddie who had begun working at the local mechanics instead of racing out of town like Hargrove, & buying the odd joint from the alpha at an obviously reduced price. Munson made his move & approached Robin on a day tht she was working without Steve.
The alpha was visibly nervous but determined & he didn't even shrink away when Robin glared him down for 5 minutes in silence. So she sighed & gave him a random task tht she knew Steve would like to see. This went on & on, Eddie growing closer w Steve & when Steve told Robin he wanted to b courted by their neighbor she delivered the news to Eddie w her best friend right behind her.
The pair courted for 2 years before Steve sat her down & told her he was pregnant just abt 2 months along & tht he & Eddie were going to exchange bites before the due date & tht they wanted to move in together. Robin was silent bc they were supposed to leave for Portland tht spring, so tht she could attend college & Steve could get a cosmetology license, they were supposed to remain together into their old age. She didn't even realize tht she'd nearly gone into a srs beta drop till it was the next morning & she was being held by Steve in his nest.
Over breakfast sandwiches in bed Steve explained tht she had dropped before Steve could tell her tht if she approved Eddie was going to drive to Portland two weeks before they planned to leave & get a 3 bedroom apartment set up. If she didnt approve Eddie was still going to drive there early but just find an apartment for stobin & another apartment for himself. They talked for hours abt how Steve didn't want to b best friends w anyone except Robin & his alpha, how Robin had been scared for awhile abt Steve leaving her, & it ended w them having a movie night where they ordered Eddie to pick up a pizza & sodas & the biggest order of chicken tenders possible
7 months later after a home birth in Portland Oregon, Robin cried when she got to meet her best friends twin babies & learned tht they'd named the youngest of the baby girls Janis Robin Munson while the older twin was Joan Cathy Munson (Cathy was Eddie's mom's name & coincidentally grandma Henderson's name)
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Azriel headcanons
Since I'm working on too many fics and not finishing even one, here's a list of random headcanons I have about our favorite shadowsinger. Seriously, they're very random.
I have so many more, but I didn't want this to be too long lol. Let me know if I should write more of them.
If it weren't for his scars that make it impossible for him (it'd probably be really uncomfortable), Azriel would wear rings. And I mean a lot of them, on both hands. Very slutty of him if you ask me. This is how I imagine it to look like:
And necklaces as well. Like silver little chains and similar.
Azriel is 100% a cat person. I don't think I need to say more, we can all agree on this, right?
The shadowsinger can sing, we all know that. But my current obsession is him playing the piano. He probably learned while healing his hands when he was a child because it helped with coordination. He's really good at it, but he doesn't play in front of people. Only for you. (I wrote a fic about this: Play It For Me)
He has a very neat handwriting. Again, he had to practice a lot after his hands were burned to use them properly again. I picture something like this:
He's the kind of "monster" that eats pizza with a knife and fork instead of just cutting slices and using his hands (I'm Italian, I'm allowed to say this). He would also always stick to the same pizza, never changing the topping too much (relatable). He'd probably keep it simple, with mozzarella, black olives, and maybe anchovies if he feels extra.
Since we're talking food, if you are out on a date or just eating at a restaurant or whatever and you order something you end up not liking, he's swapping your dishes and giving you his. If you do like it but you also like his a lot, then he asks you if you want to share and eat half of each.
He's not a cocktail guy. Here as well, he likes to keep it simple: whiskey, brandy, wine if he's eating, and beer if he's hanging out with Cassian. If he does drink a cocktail, his go-to choices are Black Russian, gin and tonic, Old Fashioned, Manhattan, and Negroni (which might be an Italian cocktail, I'm not sure).
Oh, and he loves coffee. Black, no sugar, no cream. Mostly espresso, but also full mugs of it, especially in the morning.
Azriel loves turtleneck sweaters. Leather jackets are another favorite. When he's out, he mostly wears black or dark jeans, but at home? Sweatpants. Those infamous grey sweatpants we all love. Again, very slutty. He bought them without thinking too much about it, but once he saw your reaction to him wearing them, they became his favorite piece of clothing out of everything he had ever owned.
On the topic of clothing, we know he mostly wears black, but we also know he loves Winter Solstice. He could be easily convinced to wear one of those ugly Christmas sweaters, especially if you bat your eyelashes at him. He can never say no when you give him doe eyes. He'll complain about it, but he secretly loves it, even more so if you're wearing a matching one. The first three are nice and simple and cute, the other two if you want to embarrass him a little (but he still wouldn't say no):
Same goes for Halloween. Couple costumes? He's down. Would he admit he likes it? Probably not. Would he refuse to do it until you're begging him to, just so he can see your cute pout? Absolutely. And of course, he lets you do his make-up.
He smokes. Not much, just 2/3 cigarettes throughout the day, but it can be more if he's stressed or nervous. (Just imagine the hand in the first picture with a cigarette, it's just the perfect position already. I don't smoke and I can't even stand the smell, but I would honestly let Azriel blow the smoke in my face fr)
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" Frustration " - ENG VERSION.
Starring : Joshua Washington.
Summary : After a few months spent studying in the city, the Washington siblings can finally rest at the Washington Logde located in Blackwood Mountain, this time, the getaway being quite small, they only bring one person with them. The beginning of the weekend starts, and the guest seems to have many catch-up to do with Josh. Without their parents in sight, away from the city, they only have one thing in mind.
Warning : sexual content.
ENG : PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORKS. If you want to translate it, ask me first then we can talk about it. If you want to find me on Wattpad, my account is in my bio, this is the ONLY ONE i have. FR : MERCI DE NE PAS VOLER MES OS. Si vous avez envie de les traduire, merci de me demander la permission avant. Si vous voulez me retrouver sur Wattpad, j'ai un lien dans ma bio, c'est mon SEUL compte.
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A/N : English isn't my first language so I apologise if you find any incoherence/mistake in this work. I tried my best to translate it as I know not many french people read fanfiction about Until Dawn, I wanted to see if i was able to write in English and also maybe find other fans of Josh on this app. I truly hope you will enjoy my work, feel free to criticise anything, I'm willing to learn and get better. Thank you !!
âAre you going to close that window or what ? Iâm freezing !âÂ
I bring my hands to my arms, rubbing them generously in order to make my goosebumps disappear. A huge storm is blowing outside, the shutters canât hold straight, they wonât stop slamming against the windows, and a few snowflakes manage to enter the room and melt on the floor. Even with a blanket on my shoulders and my legs warming up under the sheets, I'm still freezing to death. My whole body is shaking. My toes are iced. Winter has always been rough here, in the mountains, makes me wonder why Joshâs family has made it a tradition to come here every now and then. It must be a habit for him, he grew up there the cold doesnât do anything to him anymore. But, unfortunately for him, not me. Iâm cold and I canât take it anymore. I await only one thing; for him to close this damn window and join me in bed.
âGive me two secâ babe, I'm trying to put on some ambiance. Wouldnât want the neighbors to see us while we wrestle between the sheets, if you know what I mean. Well, you know.â he jokes.Â
âYou wonât wrestle anything if you waste any more time.âÂ
âWhat ? Youâre breaking my heart.. I did all I could to make you happy and Itâs a little storm thatâs going to come between us ?âÂ
He rotates the window handle. He looks at me questioningly, pretending to be hurt.Â
âThe next house is miles away !â I curse. âHurry up !âÂ
A smirk takes place on his lips. He approaches the bed, take off his jacket and climb on it before leaning in my direction. Our faces are getting closer. Using my elbows to lean forward, I kiss his mouth. The blanket falls from my shoulder, sags onto the pillow which makes a chill run up my spine âor itâs because Joshâs hand is grabbing my neck, fondling my jaw with his thumb. My stomach wiggles. I close my eyes and let him take over me.Â
Josh kisses me.Â
The day was tough, between the walk here in the mountains, cleaning up the place, Josh, Hannah, me and Beth have worked hard in order to make this house a home. The rest of the year it collects dust, we had a lot to do.
I thought about it the whole day. Me, him, finally alone in his bedroom, I dreamed of it between two strokes of feather duster, three snow fights and a non-satisfying meal. So, in this moment, having him against me, his hands on my body and his lips on mine, itâs a fantastic sensation. I need him closer. I want to entirely lose myself to him, forget our exams, the pressure of an uncertain future and our parentsâ expectations. Everything falls apart while he is sliding the sheets off my legs to take place between them and while he pushes his tongue in my mouth. I shiver. My fingertips are pulsating, my heart is racing and I'm losing my mind. A fire is burning inside of me, which makes me forget about any kind of coldness and which gives me the irresistible desire to let go.Â
Josh's lips are tender. Theyâre thin and unctuous. Iâve always loved touching them, with mine or my finger, other parts of my body. I love feeling them against my skin. They give me the impression of flying. Itâs as simple as that : they touch me and nothing else matters, everything disappears only to leave nothing but me and him.Â
My hands reach his shoulders then his hair. His strands of hair are getting tangled as I caress them. Our lips keep meeting as heâs standing above me, I try to breathe between kisses. His tongue touches mine. I canât help but whimper. The humid noises escaping our exchange are making me feel funny. I canât stop. I feel him all around me, everything that my legs touch, my arms, everything my ears hear, my nostril smell. Everything loops back to him.Â
Iâm still cold but his arms wrapped around my waist and his torso crushing my chest are the reason I'm sinking into this burning bubble, leaving me sweating, craving more. I donât know how but Josh âwho was wallowing on the windows a few minutes ago, warms me. His nose blows against my skin. He growls and kisses my lips.Â
When I suddenly get a grip on his neck and open my eyes, I hear the door of the bedroom creaking. Josh appears lost, gets away from me.
"Joshua ? Weâre not interrupting anything ?â says a voice.
We turn our head, jump out of surprise.Â
âBeth ? Hannah ?âÂ
Josh breaks away from me to get off the bed, swallowing with embarrassment. I canât blame him. At the same time his sisters enter the room, both of them have a blanket on their shoulders and are holding bowls of food. Shaken up, I pull a strand of my hair behind my ear then clear my throat. Itâs not enough to make the knot I feel there disappear though.Â
âWhat are you- why are you not asleep yet, hum ?â asks Josh.Â
âItâs too early.â declares Beth.Â
âWe wanted to watch a movie. Are you guys coming ?â says Hannah.Â
Sitting cross-legged, I wave my hand at them, to which they enthusiastically respond. Hannah smiles at me.Â
âWe were-â Josh looks at me. âWe were a bit busy.âÂ
"Youâll have all the time in the world to make out later, come on ! Weâre going to put a horror movie and weâre too scared to watch it alone.âÂ
âYou have to protect us !â insists Hannah.Â
Josh needs nothing less to be convinced, I already know it because heâd never dare say no to his sisters, they are way too precious to him. But the way he stares at me makes me understand heâs afraid Iâll be frustrated. He knows I've been waiting for this. Waiting to get my hands on him. Despite the affection I have for my two friends, I have not come in this desolated place to not enjoy some alone-time with my boyfriend. The whole year, I thought about it. With our studies, our parents, we barely had the time to hang out. This night was supposed to fix it.
Unfortunately, I think I will have to wait a bit more.Â
My feet fall onto the ground as I get up and get closer to my boyfriend. He seems out of space, looking at me with big eyes, I donât know if heâs still with us. However, the moment I take his hand into mine, he comes back to us.Â
âLetâs go, Josh.âÂ
He frowns his eyebrows.Â
âYou sure ?â he asks.Â
âMhh. Your sisters are waiting, come on.âÂ
He moves effortlessly, I just have to pull him a little to make him follow Beth and Hannah. They keep the door open for us, giggling happily, I smile back at them. Leaving without us, I hear them rushing to the corridor, almost running down the stairs leading to the living room. Beth yells, her sister laughs. Their enthusiasm warms my heart, I truly didnât have the heart to ask Josh to stay with me, they are way too adorable. I also believe that since we are not alone, it would be incredibly foolish to stay on our own the whole time weâre here.Â
Hannah and Beth wouldâve understood. They know Josh and I are together âit's been a few years since; I canât remember what was my life before him- they wouldnât have minded. It wonât be the last time we leave a place to make love. Nevertheless, itâs not something I like to do; keeping their big brother away from them. Not while knowing he would move heaven and earth for them. I would rather please them and wait a little bit, itâs not like Josh is going to disappear : we have the rest of our lives to make out et have fun under the sheets. Iâm not saying itâs not bothering me âof course it is, but I know what choice to make under such circumstances. We will still spend the night together, itâs a win-win situation.
I glue myself to Josh, look up to him. It's hard to see his face when itâs so dark in the house, but I can feel his fingers tightening around mine and his body heat caressing my skin. Heâs here, heâs letting me know.Â
âI canât believe I missed the best sex of my life.â he curses, makes me laugh.Â
"The best ?âÂ
"Babe, I promise I had a feeling. Have you seen me ? I even put this little ambiance, made you warm up realâ good.âÂ
âDumbass, it was just a window...âÂ
âAh ha,â he cuts me. âI saw how you reacted, youâve never done this before, you canât lie to me.âÂ
âWhat ? You think youâre getting better or something ?âÂ
"I think...? I am !âÂ
Rolling my eyes, I hit his chest.Â
âDonât be too full of yourself, itâs been a long time since we last saw each other.âÂ
"And ? Doesnât mean what I did was for nothing. You would be surprised to see what a little attention to detail can do.âÂ
"You learned that in a porno ?â I asked curiously, about to scoff but still with a mocking smile on my lips.Â
"Ah ha, very funny, babe.âÂ
Josh kisses my cheek.Â
âYouâre the only girl I want to see finish. I tested a theory which came true, thatâs all.âÂ
âThatâs actually so sweet I could almost think it was a compliment.âÂ
We arrive at the stairs. Just like Hannah and Beth did previously, we go down them. From here I can see the light of the television, and hear my friends bickering about what film they want to see, I believe they canât pick between two films.Â
Josh pulls my hand. I stop walking.Â
Itâs sweet, the way he draws me towards him, pressing me in the center of his arms. I melt under his touch. His body against mine, his beautiful dark eyes fulling staring at me. The natural light going through the shutters make one part of his face glow with a blueish tone, the rest is black, but itâs enough for me. I know every part of him. Spiritually, physically, I donât need light to find him. Itâs hard to believe. That all of this is real, I mean. This universe is big, Iâm somebody among billions of other beings, but itâs still given to me. I'm lucky enough to be with the person that I love, to be loved in return and to enjoy fully all of this, I become aware of this the moment his skin encounters mine. Like a strike of lightning. It's too good to be true. Josh and me... Itâs.. It's everything I've dreamt of. Heâs with me, touching me, caressing me, kissing me. His lips encounter my cheek again as heâs leaning over me.Â
I donât know why he stopped us here, between the two stairs. He suddenly took me in his arms and is now leaving kisses all over my face. Coming from him, itâs almost too sweet.Â
Itâs only when he reaches my mouth that he dares to stop. He doesnât go anywhere else.Â
Josh kisses me with passion.Â
Our lips meet, touch each other with such fondness, our saliva becomes one. While his hands are wrapped around my waist, mine are all over his face. Iâm holding him. Eyes closes, Iâm holding his head, savouring the taste of him. Itâs not enough to satiate my thirst of him, but I can satisfy myself with this.Â
The moment we break away from each other and our forehead comes in contact, I canât help but giggle.Â
âWhatâs so funny ?â asks Josh out of breath.Â
I put my hands on his chest.Â
Embarrassed, I look away.Â
"Nothing... Iâm starting to regret saying yes to your sisters, thatâs all.âÂ
My heart is painful. It beats too fast. My stomach feels heavy.Â
"Too late now, if we change our mind and go back Iâm pretty sure Hannah will kill the both of us.â he jokes.Â
"You think ?âÂ
"Wouldnât be the first time she tried. Remember last Halloween when we slipped away ?âÂ
"Oh no... donât remind me. Sam had to come save us.âÂ
Josh laughs. He touches slowly the top of my head before taking a step back. He is so pretty... I want to kiss him. I donât even want to move.Â
Iâm fine here.Â
Perfectly fine.Â
âJosh, I-âÂ
I need to tell him those three words. However, I canât, lost into his eyes, his gaze takes away every single word in my mouth. I hold onto him. Losing control.Â
âYouâre so regretting saying yes right now.â he mocks me.Â
Iâm suffocating. Itâs hot.Â
My body is still freezing.Â
âShut up.â I grumble.Â
"Admit it, babe.âÂ
His snarky smile leaves me weak. With the palm of my hand I smack his chest and glare at him. Heâs being real' annoying right now... Once heâs started, I fear nothing can stop him.Â
"You love me so much you canât spend five minutes without drooling all over me.âÂ
âAh ! Says the one who kissed me. Between the two of us youâre worse.âÂ
âMe ?â he takes offense.Â
I grab his hand, force him to walk. Heâs shaking me up, I canât look into his eyes any longer.Â
"You literally begged me to go upstairs to f- ouch ! Did you just pinch me ?âÂ
"I said shut up.â I reply with a smirk.Â
"You become violent when we donât have sex ? Thatâs new.âÂ
Josh gets closer to me, I jump at the feeling of his lips brushing over my neck. He then whispers into my ear :Â
"Looks like I'm going to have to fix this.âÂ
"Will you- Will you move...?âÂ
I try to get away from him but heâs not letting go of my hand. It ties me to him. I try to get it back but Josh is faster and grabs it again, he then intermingle our fingers and laughs.Â
"Are you mad ? Come on, it was just a joke.âÂ
We continue our path down the stairs while still arguing, even after reaching the living room where Hannah and Beth are seated. One on the couch and the other on an armchair. Hannah waves her hand at us and points us to her sister who glares in our direction. I push Josh with a hit from my elbow, let him growl, and suffer on his own to get closer to his sisters.Â
"Are you guys alright ?â asks Beth, worried.Â
"Of course ! Why wouldnât we ?âÂ
Between two whimpers of pain, Josh raises his thumb.Â
"Everythingâs good.âÂ
"See ? Everythingâs good, he said.â I add.Â
Hannah giggles.Â
âYouâre the worst.âÂ
âCome on, Joshua, youâre making your sisters wait, we gotta go, letâs go !âÂ
With all the strength in the world, I grab his wrist and bring him over. Josh keeps a hold on his stomach with his other hand, where I very gently hit him. He doesnât fight me. He lets me install him on the couch, I go grab us a blanket, knowing itâs cold as winter in the living room, and come back to him in order to find a place in his arms. Iâm almost jumping into him. Itâs not the night I've dreamt of for the past few weeks but the idea of spending three hours into Joshâs arms doesnât seems that bad to be honest, even if weâre not doing anything. My boyfriend receives me into his hands and snakes his arms around me, he says nothing the moment I cover mostly myself with the blanket. I even dare to bend my legs and put them over his thighs.Â
âAre you comfortable, is it okay ?â says Hannah, the tv remote in her hand.Â
"Amazing.â answers Josh, fully crushed, my arms around his neck.Â
"What a fool..â says Beth, rolling her eyes.Â
Hannah clicks on a bouton and the screens turns white, I hold my breath.Â
Josh and his sisters are immediately getting into the movie, as for me, I have to get used to this scene. Not only this room or the house, but the Washington and the mere fact that this weekend will stay engraved in my memories for the next few years. Nobody moves. I look at them one by one. When comes my boyfriendâs turn, I canât help but melt; my lips turn into a smile and my gaze softens. I touch the extremity of his jawline, then let my head rest against his : itâs not very comfy. Iâm sure I wonât take me long before I start stretching out and find another position, but for now itâs all I want. Being close to Josh, itâs all I crave.Â
From the corner of my eye, I see something. Something is moving.Â
âMhh ?âÂ
I almost stand up.Â
What was that ?Â
âMhh ? What ?â worries Josh.Â
He brings me closer to him, his head raised in my direction.Â
âWhat ?âÂ
âWhatâs up ?â he whispers.Â
I sit back.Â
âMustâve been my imagination, sorry.â I respond.Â
Beth hits the armrest.Â
âShush !âÂ
Josh and I look at each other, I canât help but smile. To be scolded like this is rather funny. Josh hugs me. He leaves me enough time to move to find a more comfortable spot while returning his attention to the TV. Having nothing else to do, I do the same. I squeeze my head on his shoulder, intoxicated by his presence, and observe the same thing as my three friends. From time-to-time, Beth and Hannah share their food with us, make the bowls pass from one person to another âpop-corn, chips- the movie is sprinkled with noises of chewing, small screams. And, sometimes, kisses. Itâs perfect. Everythingâs perfect.Â
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Mutant Furnace
info - The heating had gone out in the school, Logan decided to help you
Warnings? - Coldness? Reader being from the south?
Word Count: 1,322
Logan had sported his leather jacket since the moment he got it, it was his trademark in a way. He wore it nearly every day and everywhere and you swore he even wore it to bed, even now with the whole heating out in the school, he didn't really need it, but he wore it. It was the middle of winter and even with Charles and all his money and the heating had gone out. You and the other teachers had rounded up all the blankets and given them to the kids, you had given up everything but one of your own leaving you freezing in bed. It was around midnight now and you had classes in the morning, no matter how much you curled up and tossed around you could feel your fingers and toes go numb.Â
Giving up, you stood up, your teeth chattering and limbs shaking, wrapping your last blanket tightly around you. It was thin and made of a breathable cotton made for decoration, not for keeping warm so it offered little as you slowly made your way out of your room and down into the living room hoping someone had kept the fire going. With every movement your body ached and with every breath you could see it, you haven't grown up with a winter like this, barely ever seeing snow down south.Â
It seemed like an eternity as you slowly made your way down the steps of the school, why did there have to be so many? It was quiet as you crept through the house and into the living room with your trembling breathing being the only sound.Â
You could have started to cry when you saw the fire had died out and only the embers remained, still you made your way over slowly easing your body on the ground, getting as close to the fire place as you could without being inside of it. You were so focused on getting warm you missed Logan sitting in a chair in the corner of the room wearing that leather jacket. He didn't make a sound as he watched you shaking like a leaf, confused as to why you were awake at this hour and why you weren't curled up under the covers of your bed. You see, Logan had always had a bit of a soft spot for you, everyone knew it too and teased him about it but they never dared to tease you.Â
âKid?â His rough and low voice scared you as you jumped and turned half of your body to look at where his voice came from.Â
âLogan?â He noticed how strained your voice was and walked over to you swiftly, crouching down next to you. He immediately noticed how your teeth were chattering and the blue tint to your typically rosy lips, the way your entire body shook worse and worse as the seconds moved by.Â
âWhat are you do- doing down here?â You asked, struggling to make out the proper words âI could ask you the same doll.âÂ
â I couldn't sleep, i- itâs too col - cold in here.âÂ
Logan knew for most people it would have been cold in the school but for him it was only slightly chilly, though you looked like you were freezing, about two seconds away from turning into a popsicle.Â
âWhy arenât you in bed then kid? Under the covers where itâs warm?â Your shaking became even worse and your skin became increasingly dull and drained. You shook your head â I - I gave all o-of my blank - k - ets to the students.â you gave a small laugh lamely and Logan could see your breath in the air âbeing fr -from the s- s- south and all, I - I don't really do the c- c -cold.â Your eyes flickered down to his leather jacket and how he didn't even look remotely cold â H- How the hell a - are you n- not freezing?âÂ
He sat down next to you and shook his head âThis is nothing compared to Canada and my mutation allows me to not feel temperatures as much as others.âÂ
His eyes went to the blanket around you barely managing to trap your body heat âIs that your only blanket?â You nodded.Â
You watched as he shrugged off his leather jacket that tonight confirmed he slept in âHere.â He held it out to you and just looked at it dumbfounded, you couldn't really believe that Logan was giving you his jacket. He exhaled deeply and started to reach for your blanket to take it off. âPut it on, it will help, doll.â he said in a gentle tone.Â
He helped you as you shook off your blanket and quickly put in his jacket that was too big for you, almost swallowing you whole before wrapping yourself up again. A small selfish part of him loved the way you looked in his jacket, his, on you, something that was too sweet to ever be his.Â
It helped a little but not much, still shaking but less so, you thanked him. Logan had hoped that after a few minutes your body would start to warm up but it wasnt looking that way, he could start a fire.Â
He unsheathed his claws catching your attention and you watched with unwavering focus as he scraped his claws against the metal on the side of the fireplace making sparks fly, catching the logs. He bent his torso over and blowed into it making a fire appear, you quickly scooted almost on top of it, your body right next to his, shoulder to shoulder.Â
He thought you looked truly beautiful in the firelight with it reflecting off your skin and it highlighting the whites of your eyes, like an angel. Several moments passed in silence as he just watched you before you turned towards him, eyes locked onto each other.Â
âThank youâ you whispered slowly and he felt your cold breath on his face, he could smell the scent of your hair and body, it was heavenly to him.Â
âWell, I can't have one of our best teachers dying of the cold now can I?â you smiled at his words and bent your head down onto his shoulder leaning fully against him, he was so warm and you pushed yourself even closer.Â
âYou're like a 6 foot heater you know.â The color had now begun to come back to you and you had almost completely stopped shaking but he could still feel how cold you were, even his jacket.Â
And in a selfish act that was more for him than for you, he wrapped one arm under your bent knees that were together and the other around your shoulder, picking you up and putting you in his lap. Your body was fully pressed against him now, sitting directly in his lap with his chin resting on his head but you went stiff for a moment before fully relaxing into his touch.Â
You both could have spent forever like that, you felt safe in his arms that were tightly wrapped around your waist and he felt like the luckiest mutant in the world.Â
With your body temperature finally back to normal a wave of exhaustion crashed into you. Logan kept his eyes fully trained on you as he watched your body fully sag down, eyelids becoming heavy and breathing evening out, he thought you had fallen asleep. Just as we were about to shift so he could lean against the fireplace so he could keep you warm through the night you lifted your neck up to his cheek and pressed your lips against his cheek softly âthank you.â
He froze before taking his hand and running it over your hair âalways.âÂ
That whole night he stayed awake with you in his arms, keeping the fire from dying out and wrapped safely in his jacket in his arms with your blanket covering you both.Â
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Can you write Miles 42 being like really super duper protective and like controls her, he doesnât let her go out by herself and stuff like that and is like always watching her. They argue about his over protectiveness but he could care less
Ofc babes!!!
warnings: toxic behaivor, miles being annoying, angst, references to robbery and murder, strong language, INCREDIBLY TOXIC BEHAVIOR!!!!!!, brief mention of drinking, lmk if I missed one or two
A/n: Send more miles 42 reqs pls
730 days. Thats how long you were with this man. Thats how long it's been since you got leave the house alone. Miles was very overprotective since his dad died and he saw the world for what it was. Evil and it was filled with nothing but scum. Miles determined that this world wasn't good enough for you and you needed to be "protected" and kept away from this disgraceful universe. So, he took it upon himself to protect the only two things that mattered to him, you and his mom and he did a good job at it.
Miles would walk you to school, work, home and if you needed something, he would be the one to get it for you:
"Miles baby, I can get it myself; its right outside." you pleaded.
"Nah, Mami. I don't want you outside by yourself. People are fucked up and they will hurt you." He said stoically.
"But-" you started
"CĂĄllate, Y/n. Before I make youâ he said, stepping closer
You knew Miles well and you knew to stop pressing because he would just shut down and you hated when he shut down. Miles would just put his hand on his braids and kick something before giving you the same speech:
âY/n you saw what they did to my father, do you want that to happen to you too? Because if I let you go out by yourself, youâre at risk for that to happen and if it does or if anything or anyone touches you, I will kill them; and thatâs a promise, Mami. I will kill anyone that lays a finger on you and not bat an eye. Donât fuck with me, y/n. Stay close. Let me protect you and we will be good. Aight?"
âokay.â you would say. Miles had a way of making you seem two inches tall in these situations.
You never left his side. For two years, he would watch your every move(he put small cameras in your home. You didnât notice until three months ago); he would take you shopping but never posted about you just in case a villain would use try to use you as his weakness(because lets face it, youâre his weakness), he would kiss you and be sweet in private but he would act hard when anyone else was around.
It was a cold winterâs day when you decided you had had enough. Your friend y/f/n(your friends name) had invited you out to a party. You had never been to one because of Miles but you decided enough was enough and you were gonna go. So you slipped on a small dress, cute heels and a jacket that made your tits look nice and left:
âIâll be home soon!â You told your parent
âOkay, y/n. Tell Miles I said hiâ they exclaimed
âOkay!â You shouted back. They knew how overprotective Miles was but they knew he was a good person overall so they left it alone.
As you walked to hail a taxi, you felt your phone vibrate:
Miles: Wanna go out?
You: No itâs okay, imma just stay in for tonight
Miles: Nah fr. Let me take you out
You looked down and debated answering the text, but ultimately decided not to. You got in the taxi and went to the party when you saw a shadow dash across the roof.
You walked into the party and greeted your friend:
âGIRL OMG YOU LOOK SO GOOD. WHEREâS MILES?â They shouted over the loud music
âHeâs not here, itâs just me. Letâs go grab a drink!â You replied
âOh Okay!!â Your friend said
As you were walking over, you couldâve sworn you saw a man that looked exactly like your boyfriend but he vanished when a man walked past. You brushed it off and grabbed a cup of jungle juice and went to dance. You grinded against your friend who caught it during the beat drop. You were having the time of your life until you checked your phone:
Miles: I know where you are, y/n. Come home or Iâm coming there.
Miles: I shouldâve known youâd lie to me. Youâve been acting real shady lately, wanting to go out and shit. Just wait till you get home, weâre gonna address this shit immediately.
Miles: I see you
Miles: Stop ignoring me, y/n. You know you fucked up
Miles: Imagine wearing the chrome heart necklace I got you while dancing like a slut on your friend
Your stomach dropped as you surveyed your surroundings, looking for a sign of him. When you couldnât see him, you hailed a taxi and went home.
You fidgeted and fiddled the whole way home. The driver looked in his rear view mirror at you:
âYou good, Mami?"
The name sent shivers up your spine as it was your boyfriends name for you.
âOh! Iâm fine, just cold hahaâ you laughed it off
The driver turned on the heat and sooner or later you were home.
You approached your doorstep and went to your room. Your parent was asleep and you walked in your room, thinking his threat was empty, until you went to shower and saw him behind the door:
âMILESâ you screamed both in shock and horror
âY/n.â he said, closing the door, encapsulating you both in the small room together
âIâm so sorry-â you started
âyou should be. What did I tell you, y/n? I do all of this shit for your safety but you continue to fight me and pull these stuntsâ Miles lectured as he closed in on you. Your height difference becoming more and more apparent
âStunts? Fight? Miles I have been nothing but obedient to you which I shouldnât even have to do if you treated me like a person instead of an object. Thatâs all I am to you isnât it? An object. A doll. Just something you donât want other people to have or see?â you argued
But your pleas and your confessions meant nothing to the man. He simply looked at you and said:
âyeah, actually.â
âwhat?â you said
âYou are an object to me, youâre something I have to protect otherwise the world will take you from me like they did him.â Miles said, as stoic as ever
âSTOP USING YOUR DAD AS LEVERAGE IN THIS, MILES. THIS ISNâT ABOUT HIM, ITS ABOUT YOU AND ME AND IF YOURE JUST GONNA KEEP TREATING ME THIS WAY, IâLL FIND SOMEONE ELSE.â You shouted, exasperated and on the verge of tears.
âdo it, y/n. I dare you to find someone who will care for you and spoil you as much as I do.â Miles said, briefly breaking his nonchalant nature
âFine I will!â you said reaching for the doorknob.
You left and put on clothes as you made him leave.
âYouâll be back.â Miles said, nonchalantly
âFuck you, Miles Morales.â you said
It had been a week and you were sulking and debating getting back with the man when your family and friends told you were doing the right thing:
âIâm glad you left him, y/n. I heard heâs the prowler.â Your parent said
âYeah Iâm glad I left too.â you mumbled
As you were enjoying your fifth night of freedom, you saw a woman get mugged on the street:
âGIVE ME YOUR PURSE NOW LADYâ The masked man shouted
The woman did as told and the man escaped but not before looking at you and running in your direction. With Miles, that man wouldâve never even had the though to look at you.
You ran as fast as you could until you lost him in an alley behind your apartment. You decided you missed him too much and he was right so you pulled out your phone:
You: Miles you were right. Iâm so sorry
Miles: typing...
Miles: its okay, I knew youâd find out soon enough; so what happened, Mami?
You: Some mugger saw me and charged at me and he had a knife
Miles: What did he look like
You: Beanie, knife, blue shirt and black pants
seen
You went home and went to sleep. The next morning you heard the news blaring in the house, along with the smell of bacon wafting through the house
âWhat happened?â you asked
âsome mugger got killed.â your parent said
You had a stinging sensation in your gut and prayed that it wasnât what it looked like when you heard the woman on the TV:
âIt seemed like there were claw marks In his chest and he had been blasted with a ray gun."
Oh God...
You went to text Miles when you saw his text:
âYou donât gotta worry about that guy anymore, Mami. Iâll be at your house at 10.â
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Could you maybe questionably do reader teaching the 141 boys how to snowboard? (Individually ofc) I love snowboarding and I force all my friends and significant others to go with me. đđđđ
If I knew how to snowboard Iâd be the same way!! currently trying to convince my man to come figure skating with me, he could be like a hockey player frÂ
pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x readerÂ
warnings: none, like soap being soap
a/n: GHOST AS A SNOWBOARDER RAHHHH
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Ghost:
âAre you warm?â You asked Simon, stopping next to him at the top of the hill.Â
He nods. âIâm kind of hot actually.â
You tilt your head at your big man. He always ran hot and was the kind of guy to wear shorts in the winter. âWell, better than you getting frostbite. We canât take any layers off now.âÂ
âI suppose,â He muses.Â
âYou fit in,â You said. âWith the balaclava and all. You look like an avid snowboarder.â You can see your reflection in his goggles. The sport suits him, to be honest. He looks good in the bulky jacket, reflective goggles, and skull fabric. And with a call sign like Ghost, you wonder if he was made for this.Â
He grunts. âWeâll see how avid I am.âÂ
You laugh, âRemember what I said. Bend your knees, point in the direction you want to go.â You demonstrate for him, hooking your other foot into the boot and beginning a descent. You point with your right hand, leaning and performing a toe turn to face him and stop. As if you can sense his hesitance you say, âJust start with the heel slide and weâll work from there.âÂ
You watch him take a deep breath, and hold out your hands in a come here motion.Â
âI believe in you, Si!âÂ
Simon pushes himself off and you watch as he bends his knees, keeping one hand at the nose and toe of the board. He wobbles a bit, but centers himself again, bending more into his knees and guiding himself to you.Â
âYouâre doing great, baby!â You call out, cupping your mitten-covered hands over your mouth.Â
He approaches you with rapid speed and leans back on his heels, snow spraying as he comes to a spot with practiced ease. And you did practice, but not that much. He really was good.Â
You clap, grabbing his arms. âYouâre a natural!â
Simon leans on you a bit, grabbing onto your arms as well. âYeah?â He said a little breathless, but you could see his lips twitching into a smile under his mask.Â
âYeah,â You echo back to him. âI see your future in the Olympics.âÂ
He considers this. âMilan 2025?â
You lean into him, feeling the warmth feigning off of him like a heater. âI can see your future now. Simon Riley, the Ghost, for England.â You motion with your hands as he shakes his head.Â
âThink Iâll need a lot more practice before that.â
You beam at him, grabbing his hand. âIâll teach you how to jump.âÂ
Simon stops in his tracks. âWait, what?âÂ
Soap:
âHands, hands, hands!â You shout at Johnny, watching him flail them dramatically as he lands back, and then forward and back again.Â
âWhat?â He shouts back in that accent of his.Â
You cup your hands over your mouth. âStop flailing your hands! Itâs making your balance worse. Bends your knees!âÂ
Johnny takes that a little bit too literally despite all the things you told him before getting to the top of the hill. You watch in horror as he bends his knees, completely loses his balance, and lands on his back, still sliding down the hill.Â
âStop!â You scream at him, dodging to get out of his way as he digs his snowboard into the snow, then his hands until heâs back up, sliding down the hill and clawing at everything.Â
He barely misses you, but his snowboard clips yours and you come toppling with him.
âSorry, lovie!â He shouts, sliding away from you and still flailing his arms. âI love you, Iâm sorry!â
With your experience, you manage to dig your snowboard in the ground and stop but not without turning and watching him continue to take out other ski and snowboarders.Â
âSorry, Iâm sorry, so sorry!â He said over, and over, again as he took down practically every person on that hill.
You drag a hand down your face, rest rapping your board and push to stand and slide after him. You pick up speed, the chilled wind slamming into your goggles as you lean left and right, apologizing to the straddles for your boyfriend. You finally reach the bottom of the hill where Johnny lays in a heap of limbs and snow. You lean back, pulling your toes up as you stop and unstrap one of your feet.Â
âBubs?â You asked, leaning down.
He moves his goggles to look up at you, face pink from, well, you werenât sure if it was the cold or embarrassment. âI donât think Iâm very good at this,â he mumbles.Â
You smile at him. âYou need to trust yourself and your balance and not do what you just did. Câmon.â You grab his hand and pull him to his feet.Â
âBend.â You bend your knees slightly, unlike what he did. âPoint.â You lean on your board just a bit to the left, leading with your arm. âCore tight.âÂ
He nods, rubbing the back of his head. âAre you sure we should try again? I donât think anyone is a big fan of me right now.âÂ
âWhat if we get hot cocoa first?âÂ
He perks up immediately, looping his arm through yours. âYou shouldâve led with that.âÂ
âJust donât trip and spill it on everyone.âÂ
He winks. âNo promises.â
Gaz:
âKyle,â You said in between laughs. âYouâre fine.âÂ
He looks up at you. âEasy for you to say.âÂ
You continue holding his hands, walking him backward so he can practice putting weight on his heels. He goes slowly, refusing to let go of your hands and only coming out here if you promised not to. It was like teaching a child to bike ride without training wheels, except Kyle was a grown man in the military.Â
âYouâre not gonna improve if I donât let go.âÂ
âDo not do that!âÂ
âI think I have to.âÂ
You can practically see the furrowed brows under his gear. âBaby, please.âÂ
You loosen your grip a little on his hands. âYouâre doing great.âÂ
âShit, stop!â He said when he feels your hands loosen. âFuckingâdonâtâno!â
âIâm gonna let go.â
Kyle shakes his head furiously at that, pleading with you. You continue to assure him, that even if he falls, he can get right back up. It wasnât a steep hill and he would be able to easily catch himself and go again. You know you had to push him outside his comfort zone if he wanted to improve.Â
âIâll count you off.âÂ
Kyle sighs, accepting his fate, and nods begrudgingly.Â
âRemember, look over your shoulder and point and lean if you want to switch directions.âÂ
âPoint and lean,â he repeats.Â
You squeeze his hands. â3âŚ2âŚ1!âÂ
You let go of your boyfriend watching as he immediately shoots his hands out, then remembers to center himself and he brings them back in. His head is like a swivel, checking over his shoulder as he slides very slowly down the hill.Â
âFuck! Shit! Fucking shit!â You hear him curse as he points to the right to try and change directions. Heâs mostly successful, a little wobbly, and you hear him let out another string of curses as he finally faces forward and gains speed down the small hill.Â
âKnees!âÂ
He bends them, holding his hand and guiding himself to the bottom.
You follow suit, grabbing your board and heading toward him at a much faster and smoother pace. Kyle watches in a bit of awe at your practiced ease. Youâd schooled him for sure. Has he ever told you how sexy you look like this?
You come to a stop right before him, and unhooking your foot. âThat was good!Â
He pulls down his mask a bit. âYeah?â
âApart from the cursing. We just have to make your turns a little smoother. You lagged like a 2010 Dell computer.â
He rolls his eyes. âThanks, babe.â
You press a quick kiss to his cold lips. âAnytime. Back to the ski lift!âÂ
Kyle shakes his head, laughing as you lead him away.Â
Price:
âYou look fine, mi amor,â You said, adjusting Priceâs hat.
âI feel like Iâm being smothered,â He grumbles.Â
You move your hands down to his shoulders, giving them a squeeze. âYou are to prevent any kind of frostbite.â You step back from him, glancing at the hill behind you. âYouâve got this.â
Price pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. âDo I?âÂ
âYep,â You respond cheekily, moving to his side. You grab his arms, positioning them over the nose and tail of the board and instructing him to bend his knees. âBe confident in yourself. And if you fall, itâs just snow, and honestly, all that gear might cushion you.âÂ
âI wonât fall.âÂ
âThatâs the spirit!â You strap your other foot onto the board and give him one last look. âKnees bent, core tight, hands out.âÂ
He nods, strapping his other foot in and pushing himself to stand. You hold up three fingers, then two and one before you give yourself a little push-off and slide down the hill. You maneuver yourself into a turn so you can face your husband slowly wobbling down the hill.Â
âEyes ahead, if you look at your feet youâll fall!â You call out. âLook at me!âÂ
His head snaps to yours and you watch as he bends his knees a bit more, straightening his back and picking up speed. To you, he seems calm and confident.Â
Only Price knows that heâs freaking out on the inside. His mind is cursing at him as he maintains his eyes on you, all bundled up and cheering as he makes his way down the hill. Honestly, the only thing keeping him going was you at the end of this.Â
And maybe heâs having a bit of fun with the wind whipping in his face and the sound of snow crunching under him. Itâs refreshing to not be hunting someone (or hunted) in these conditions for once.Â
âTry stopping!â You encourage him, using your goggles to rest on your forehead.Â
He pulls the tops of his toes towards him, very carefully as he loses speed, digs the board into the snow, and stops.Â
You shuffle up to him, grabbing his hands. âThat was amazing!âÂ
He snorts. âLooks nothing like yours, honeyâ
You roll your eyes. âI have years of experience. But I do think we can move up to some harder skills for you.âÂ
He sighed, knowing there wasnât any way out of this. But if you were going to be smiling and waiting for him at the end of the hill, it was worth it. âLead the way, my dear.âÂ
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Winter king with an S/O who has a lot of body warmth
CW: A little bit of angst towards the end. Mention of reader's death. Possible spoilers for Fionna and Cake episode 6
Entirely sfw. I know there is nsfw potential on this idea, so I might do that later, but the worst yall do is snuggle, kiss, and sleep in the same bed.
I think Pre-Crown/Pre-Apocalypse Simon would sleep super warm with heat pads and all, and I don't think this would change much with Winter King.
Heâs obviously very cold to the touch, and heâs used to the cold, but he practically melts when he holds and touches you.
Like if he snuggles with you, he finds it so easy to fall asleep, but itâs so difficult to sleep without you.
He gets so used to snuggling with you fr.
At the same time he gets a little worried about sapping you of all your warmth.
He makes sure you have plenty of blankets and warm clothes.
He definitely goes overboard on that though. Heâs forgotten that you donât need like 5 jackets to snuggle with him.
Kisses are legendary to him, especially when he gets to embrace you with it.
He does think they might be uncomfortable for you since he's so cold though.
If you're into those kisses as much as he is, you have to let him know. Otherwise, he might restrain himself more than he needs to.
At least half of the time he gets kidnapped is bc heâs snuggled up with you, man.
I really think that since he can fight and has competent guards, something has to happen in order for him to get captured.
When youâre around its bc heâs so relaxed and he lets his guard down.
The Candy Queen is also probably more likely to kidnap him if he sees him enjoying his time with you.
Another thing thatâs weird to bring up in almost entirely fluffy headcanons is the idea that if something were to happen to you, he couldnât make an ice version of you.
The dude is not in a good place mentally. All his madness, grief, etc. is put on Bubblegum, so he just feels empty.
He might make an ice version at first, but heâll get rid of it once he realizes that something is off.
Heâd probably get a heat pad so he can be comfortable and forget about you afterward.
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This is my first time doing an ask, but I was wondering if I could request an ftm/ftnb reader x slasher fic (any character you think would fit/any character you want to add) where the reader has trouble breathing in the winter/cold and wearing their binder just makes it worse and their whole body is sore due to going up and down stairs so much so they can't keep up with the slashers longer strides and has to run after them.
Like, if the reader and the slashers were at the zoo or somewhere outside and the reader just started to take SUPER deep breaths just to be able to breathe normally or just to get air; especially after walking up or down stairs or hills.
And at one point the reader just gets tired of having to take so many deep breaths so they just go the the bathroom and take off their and layer two jackets over their shirt since they didn't bring an extra bra.
And like about 20 minutes later, reader STILL has to take super deep breaths just to actually breathe and having to run after the slashers just to be able to walk next to them; but with how sore reader is, they can't keep up with their partner and often has to take 3-minute breaks just to be able to catch their breath.
Remember binder users! You should wear them only up to 6hours daily! Dont ruin your ribcage!! I use to wear binder so yeah, I get it.
Anywaysđšofc i will write this!
So bacially, ftm s/o struggles with breathing due to binder and weather! You didn't specified which slashers so I will just go with flow on this one!
Slashers with s/o that struggles with breathing due to binder
Micheal Myers
Don't worry dude is used to noises of people choking to death lol
But fr dude gets a bit worried? He doesn't like how sometimes s/o has to take breaks just to breathe
If you guys are in rush and s/o has to take a break dude will just "hell nah fuck this" and pick s/o up
Micheal really doesn't care about gender or sex. Your a dude? đ. There's no need to 'prove it' or look certain way for him to belive you
Brahms Heelshire
Dude fr will set a timer on his phone so s/o won't 'overdose' binder đ
Erm honey you are starting to hyperventilate, its time for a break dont you think?
Brahms acually did his homework and read bunch of articles about binders and now he understands way moređđ
Darling remember to exercise before and after you wear it so it less uncomfy
Finds s/o very cute and squishes them too hard sometimes
Billy Lenz
????
The fuck?Are you suffocating or something? *judges*
What feels worse? Wearing binder a bit too tight or billy sitting on your chest while your trying to sleep?
Bro doesn't understand what is "gender dysphoria" and tired to hide s/o binder once cuz he didnt trust it
Lucky for you Billy doesn't go outside, so you don't have to worry about him getting lost walking faster than you
What are pronouns?
Jason Voorhees
Oh Jason you big baby
Jason just feels bad, cuz he knows that s/o feels less cool without the binder but baby you cant breatheđ
Of course he will wait for s/o and he won't rush them at all!
Will try to convince s/o to not wear binder so often. Jason sees you as a perfect boufriend weather you wear it or no
Genuinely worried about s/o health
Asa Emory
Ah creature, why would you think that wearing binder for whole day was a good idea?
Dude is smart, he already knew what binders are!
He is aware that trans people often struggle with dysphoria and he can't just be like "dont wear a binder lol" so he tries to calming explain that nono honey you are a man even if you don't have a flat chest i love you
If he finds out that s/o whats a top surgery, Asa went "Alr bet" and then your bank account blew up
Funfact! If s/o was openly trans before they met Asa... dude was convinced that s/o just has severe asthma đ he was like ??? Uh do you have your inhalator with you?? Or like is it temporary???
đ˝guys I ate good chicken today. With sauce
Also im not sure if its good? I kinda forgot how to write entering stuffđđ°
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