#I do still need better/cooler t-shirts for work

[monster-noises]

I am trying to find a way to make my summer wardrobe match my winter wardrobe in tone and how much it actually feels like ~me~ (not that looking like a sweaty Pit Rat in a slutty muscle tank doesn't Also feel like me but I Do still want to look like a Gay Wizard when it's over 30 degrees sometimes, y'know? and also I can't wear sluty muscle tanks at work...) and I think light breezy bathing suit covers and Kaftans cut open down the front is a direction worthy of investigation...

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - 18+ mdni - sappy smut

“Wow.”

Simon sets both bags on the floor, forgetting them in favor of sealing himself around you, arms around your waist. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I’ve never been here before. Didn’t realize it was so pretty.” The ocean is turquoise, a sparkling blue green reflecting the sun’s midday peak. His lips graze your cheek, and you giggle. “I still can’t believe we’re on holiday.”

“You deserve it.” You turn in his arms, nose to his neck.

“You think Orion is okay?” He rubs your back, trying to soothe your worries. You’d been a little apprehensive when he originally mentioned going on a quick getaway, nervous about leaving the baby, but Gaz and Cami insisted they were up to the task, and he finally coaxed you out the door.

It was much needed. You were bone weary, and with the team set to leave again in another week or two, he was desperate to get some quality, alone time.

Logistically, it took a lot. You’d need to pump this entire time to keep your supply up, not to mention you’re still adjusting to your new medication for POTS. Simon had to do extensive work to ensure the security of this town, evaluating each rental and placing endless phone calls, painstakingly combing through each one until he found something perfect.

“Orion is fine. Gaz and Cami have it all under control, you know that. We’ll FaceTime with him tonight, okay?” You nod, still burrowed against him. When you finally pull away, it’s with a coy smile.

“Can we go to the beach?”

Simon leads your past Porthcurno beach with a promise of something better, a secluded craggy cove he knows will have almost no one on it. You gasp when it comes into view, more brilliantly blue water meeting white sand, framed with dark cliffs. As he suspected, only a few other people dot the beach. It requires some effort, a steep descent on uneven ground, but he holds you steady, keeping your hand on his shoulder as he leads. If you slip, you’ll only fall right into him, cushioned at his back instead of the sharp rocks.

“Oh my god…” you trail off, dropping your backpack in the sand. “Simon this is… it's perfect.” He laughs. It’s so easy with you. To laugh. To smile. He’s never felt lighter, staring at you in the sun, honeyed heat in your eyes as you peek up at him through lush lashes. You slide your shorts down, cheeky purple bikini bottoms barely covering your ass, and then shuck your t shirt, revealing the matching top. It's skimpy, to say the least, velvet skin and curves on full display, full breasts and hips, soft belly all accentuated by the lilac hue of your bathing suit. Your cheeks swallow the stretchy fabric, and he thinks about hooking his fingers between them and digging it out. His cock hardens, nearly solid and aching for you. He's already in heaven, could believe he's died and reached some sort of twisted afterlife where he doesn't end up in purgatory, and he searches for the side of your bathing suit, tugging on the strap.

"C'mere mama." You read the husk in his voice, the heavy weight of his lids, and shake your head.

"I wanna swim," you're coy with your smile, fingers tucking into the waistband of his trunks, "take me swimming daddy."

The water is warm. He's almost resentful to it, wishing it was a little cooler, enough that you would cling to him more, searching for heat.

Still, he's not complaining. Watching you wade into the water and float with the rhythm of the sea, it's enrapturing. Intoxicating. Better than bourbon. You frolic in it, beaming, carefree and weightless, heaviness of motherhood left behind for a moment, a moment where you're just you... and he's just some poor sod who's never deserved you in the first place. You've piled your hair on top of your head, wet tendrils sticking to your neck, framing your face, shrieking and giggling each time your lifted from your feet with the crest of a wave.

Finally, you come to him. Wrap your legs around his waist and heave your arms onto his shoulder, smiling in the sun. Your skin is brine soaked and glistening, wet and slick in his hold, and as the ocean rolls the two of you together in its sway, he goes with it, using the motion to press himself against you. Everything about you is his undoing, every breath you draw filling him with life, the widening of your eyes as you feel the heft of his cock pulsing between your legs, the nervous glance you give the shore at the few people bathing in the sun. His fingers trace your belly and dip into the side of your suit, swirling down your slit and then pressing your clit. You gasp into his mouth, but the water washes away your natural desire, and he pulls away.

"Si..."

"There's a nook over there," he sucks a mark into your neck, licking at the taste of your skin, the droplets splashed across your shoulder, "it's sandy, and sheltered."

"Oh." Your eyes widen. "B-but there are people... on the beach."

"They won't see. Or hear. The ocean will drown it all out." You gnaw on your lip until he places his thumb there instead. "Y'trust me?"

"Yeah."

He lays you on your back in the sand. The rock arches up like a cathedral, hallowed ground, and he takes his time pulling your bathing suit away, tugging the bottoms down to your knees, tits falling free once he unstrings your top. They're too tempting, round and full, your head tipping back when his mouth closes over your nipple, warmth spilling across his tongue.

"Feel this?" He unfolds your hand and presses it against where he's hard in his trunks. "Feel how bad I want to be inside you, honey?"

"Fuck, y-yeah."

"You're gonna take it all for me mama. Jus' like last time." You nod frantically, and he takes a quick moment to strip, palming your thighs and then spreading them open.

You seize when he burns his face in your pussy, tongue circling around your clit, one finger, then two, working themselves inside, stretching, scissoring, trying to get you ready. You thrash and moan, shuddering when the orgasm rushes through your blood, legs closing around his head until he pulls away, still holding you wide.

His entry is gentle and slow. Fingers laced together above your, a holy crown like you deserve, kissing away the crinkles of discomfort around your eyes and even the tears trailing down your cheeks.

"Jesus." You moan, and he glances down, breaking out in a full body shiver when he sees he's barely halfway there. He remembers how it was the first time, in your bed, in the moonlight, the way you strangled him, shoved him into his orgasm far before he was ready, and though your body has changed from having his baby, you've never been more beautiful, and never felt so good. "Big, Si," your brow creases, and you whimper, "you're too big-"

"Y'can take it. You were made for me." He presses against your belly as he sinks to the hilt and you mewl like the kitten you are, sweet in his arms, fingers clawed into his shoulders. His nose drags down your cheek, thrusting slowly, easy pressure stretching you out on his cock. "How's that feel?"

"F-fuck, it's... good, so good." Your lashes feather closed, and he shakes his head.

"Keep your eyes open, mama. Keep them on me." He has to see every refraction of light, every kaleidoscope of emotion and pleasure in your gaze, the overload between the two of you as he fucks you deep and fills you with come.

He wants to give you another baby so badly it burns, mark you, fill you, watch you grow heavy with his child, be there for it all this time-

But that’s not for tonight. Tonight is not about the claim. It’s about love. Showing, telling, promising. Branding vows into your skin, burying himself so deep your body never fits another, giving you his last name, keeping and loving you forever. More than a claim, even more than a promise. Something he’ll never walk away from. Someone he’d burn the world for, walk to hell and back, pulling you behind him, eyes fixed on the horizon.

His life, his past, drops like a stone to the bottom of the sea through his mind, every trial, every loss, all now serving a greater purpose, teaching a grander lesson, though no less painful. Love. Something that used to be so distant he hardly knew its name, and now it’s everywhere. The torture, the loss of his identity, his existence, even his name, all of it once lost, only to be found by you.

He’d rip his heart out and lay it at your feet if he could.

It’s slow. He’s never been particularly patient outside of work, but for you, he tries to make it last forever. Tastes each syllable of your moans and cries, paints your body with his sweat and spit. You yield for him, bloom for him, learn him the way he learns you, and as the two of you chase the end together, his face hovers just above yours, gentle fingers as a necklace under your neck.

“I love you.” He murmurs it, and your eyes shine. “I love you mama. You’re mine. Til death.”

At the precipice, the moment before the two of you shatter, your forehead meets his, you share his breath, his words, his life. It’s now yours too, intertwined like the dna stitched with yours, and when you come, the only words on your lips are a vow of your own.

“I love you too.”

[natsuyuki-w]

Not one of the boys

Twisted wonderland cast realizes that (Yuu) is a girl.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 Featuring: Leona, Ruggie, and Jack - Leech twins - Azul

- (Wander)San? Where are you going? No running!- shouted Crewel. - Sorry! 'going to the bathroom! - I excused continuing my rush. - You better not skip PE pup.- - Don't worry professor, they will not. - reassured Ace. - What time is it... Damn it! I'm already late. - I entered the toilet with the gym bag.

---

A couple of hours later, period finished, I heard our Homeroom teacher from afar - (Wander)San? Again? No running! And where are you going in...- - To the bathroom! - - But...Make sure not to be lat...Never mind. - and after eying me a second time, he noticed I was still wearing the sports uniform.

- At least the professors, I'm not asking much right? - I mumbled angrily. - This stupid secrecy...I can't even take a decent shower after gym. - I grumbled some more in the empty bathroom, doing the little I could with the sponge and the water of the sink.

Uncle

- Uncle Leona was so cool at Magift! - Cheered the little intruder sitting on my lap. After the excitement of seeing his relative, since I was the only one giving him attention, he decided to crawl up the sheets and vent.

- Veeery cool! He was * pwah and then *shwah and then "GOOOAL... Wait...wrong sport. - I recalled the last match. - But do you know who's even cooler? - I smirked - The one who can Even defeat your uncle? - I dropped my voice down like telling him a mighty secret.

- Watch your tongue Herbivore - threaten the aforementioned. The kid giggled jumping up and down on my knees - Who is it? Who is it? - I cupped a hand to my mouth and waved him closer. - Is Cheka! - And I boopped his nose singing. - 'Cause, 🎶 you're gonna be the main event like no king was before. Brushing up on looking down, and working on your roar! 🎶-

- So loud - groaned the prince. - Hahahhaa yes!!! - The kid's strong cheers covered his lament - Have you heard Uncle Leona? Uncle (Yuu) says I'm the coolest!- Exclaimed the lion cub to the teenager lying in another cot.

- Pfha, She's not an uncle, and I don't care. - - He's right, I wouldn't Dare take the title from him...- *Pause - Wait, what have you just said? - - I don't care. - responded the boy -...are we really playing this game? Before that. - - You are not an uncle - and after another suspension added - an aunty perhaps. -

.... - EH????? - Death dropped everyone in the room. Some shocked by the new information, some from the fact that He knew about the secret. I quickly went to his side and bent to face the splatted prince. Cheka followed suit amused by my shocked face. - Wh-what are you talking ab...- but the smirk on his face told me I couldn't deny anything. - But,... How did you know???-

- W-wait, so (Yuu), you really...you really?...- floundered Jack. Deuce and Ace went beside him to pat his shoulders. - I didn't know either. - added Ruggie stepping away. - So, I was actually careful... - I mumbled referring to the astonished duo.

- Hahahhaa Uncle (Yuu) pick me up! - jumped the kid. Too stunned to realize the probable state crime accuse I could face, I hopped him on my hip. - Leona... How,...when?- - Entry ceremony. - - Eeeh? So soon... - - You threw the cape on the cat. That black shirt is fitting.- - B-but,... it was kinda dark.- - I can see well enough. - - But it could've been... a wrinkle of the clothes. -

- The morning after you snooped around our business I saw you two little detectives at the entrance and I eavesdropped. I needed to make sure you stayed in your place. - Then he smirked - Mmmm if I recall it was something about a stunning boy calling you a little lady and a crop top rather than an XXL t-shirt. - Jack was now redder than before, and Adeuce facing each other questioningly. - Phrasing...so misapprehended.- I pouted. Then he nodded towards me - And you smell girly. -

I rolled my eyes. - I may be hiding but I don't wanna smell like..."Refreshing", "Boss", "Sport" - I mumbled - Okay okay you got it right. Just... Please guys, the headmaster wants it to be a secret, something about management...school stuff. So keep it to yourself yeah?- - Just that?... Not telling me to treat you right? - asked the prince half joking. - Treat me...? It doesn't change anything, I'm still (Yuu). Treat me like always. - ... - Well I mean SOMETIMES you could be a little nicer with everyone...- but he quickly stopped me with a daring growl.

- Take your uncle good company Cheka - I whispered - Pour on him some more cute... I mean coolness. - he nodded and pounced on his uncle. - I can't believe Leona beat me at this too. - commented Grim realizing he wasn't the first to find out about my identity.

Squeeze

The audacity of this monster… 

- Oh… so it is like that ah? - I rose from the seat at the table. The calm tone in my voice was mismatched by a terrifying shadow behind my eyes. - I wouldn't dare embarrass the Great mage Grim. Since I'm a good-for-nothing human my help would be a nuisance.- I took a breath and pondered - After all you already made the wiser decision. Instead of accepting my, free, invitation to study together, you went straight to the smart student. - and I flicked the anemone on his head. - I'm sure with your sharp mind you'll be out of the situation in no time. - The trio gulped. Not even when they accidentally corroded my potion notebook they saw me that angry.

- Awww Koebi-chan, don't be upset. - chirped Floyd smiling. - Working him to the bone would be a good lesson teaching. What do you say, Prefect? - added Jade with malice, Grim shivered from head to toe. - You are so cute Shrimpy. Let me help you the best way I know...- and before either I or Jack could do anything he grabbed and pulled my arm towards him. -...a hug to squeeze all this anger away. - - NOOO!!!! - screamed Adeuce.

The strong hold on me soon came loose. My face was flat on his torso, I looked up and confusion was plastered all over his face. - I'll consider your kind offer guys. And thank you for the sentiment, Floyd. - sarcasm dripping from my every word. I slipped off his hold and walked out sending a wave to my friends, Jack in silence followed and threw a glare at everyone left behind.

---

The three got dragged away by the anemone while Floyd stood still with his arms held lightly out. Jade spoke up - I swore you were going to give your usual...- - Soft...- murmured the other. - Excuse me? - - I think I'll need another test. - snapped the hugger. - Azul wants us back to the lounge. - stopped him his brother while he aimed for our direction.

---

- So ahem. Do you still want to go? Do you want me to ruffle them up perhaps? - asked Jack after a good minute of silence. I sighed - Of course, I'll go, I don't want to let them down. - A minute passed and mortified by my reaction I excused myself - Sorry for that. I was so frustrated.- - Don't worry, honestly, I think he deserved much worse, I could tell you were very hurt, I'm sorry. - - don't be... But thank you, Jack, for everything! You are so kind, I'm really glad we became friends. - All his might crumbled in a blushing mess.

- S-so *ah-hem do you think he figured it out? The moray I mean. - - Probably.- I responded firmly.

---

- Azarashi-chan...- Floyd crept on the grey cat. - Can I squeeze out of you a couple of things about dear Shrimpy? - said with a toothy smile that Grim knew better to confront with anything but assent.

Debt

- Your voice could be useful, but I'm already in stock. - As we sat on the plush couches of Azul's study we discussed the possible contract to free my friends. Jade lowered himself to whisper in the dorm's leader's ear. - WHAT??? - his collected gentlemanly persona completely slipped for a second, making me and Jack jump on the spot.

Azul covered his mouth looking me up and down, blushing again, and whispered back - Is it certain? - and the twins nodded. - But I would gladly test again... Koeeebi-chan can I give you another squeeze? - I found the heterochromatic eyes bored closely into mine. Jack growled receiving a lopsided smile

- So... (Yuu)san - continued the "mafia boss". - I think you might be already in debt with us, fufufu. - - For what? - I arched my brow. - Well, it would be a shame after all your good work in concealing your true identity...- -...good work...*PFFF...ask the other eleven. - I laughed - And here I thought you did a little digging. - I mumbled - I owe you nothing. I don't care at all to hide that I'm a girl, I'm doing it because the headmaster asked me to. He's worried that it would cause him problems or something. Honestly, I would gladly stop wrapping my chest in cloth and wear ALL the time baggy clothes. They are cute, don't get me wrong, but I would like some flattery sometimes. - I rumbled.

Awkward from my brutal honesty, he adjusted his glasses to compose himself and asked diplomatically - You're not worried about the consequences with Crowley? - - About you finding out? Because Floyd forcefully grabbed me and felt my boobs? No, I'm not. - - You Found Out How??? - sharply asked the mage. Floyd shrugged. - Yeah, and it was very soft. Then I kindly asked Azarashi-chan and he confirmed. - An irk formed on my forehead, Grim was truly getting on my nerves.

Recomposing I pointed - However, you spreading this information is a willing choice. So... I dunno, aren't You worried about the consequences? - He smirked - Not at all, now I have something else against..eh*hem...to discuss with our dearest headmaster. - then sighed heavily -...perhaps this might not be useful for our predicament after all.- returned to his composed self. - L-let's return to our main topic. Shall we? -

I know their surname is Leech… but they are Moray and you can’t tell me otherwise.

[katnisspeetaprim]

They're Gonna Know. How would they know?

Jungkook/Reader Requests Open!!

Summary: You go to Coachella with your boyfriend Jungkook, who thinks he is invisible.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, mentions of being followed.

Word Count: 950 M.list

Jungkook really thought that he was slick. The day before you left for Coachella, he’d proudly announced to you that he’d cut his bangs so nobody would recognise him at the festival.

‘Kook. I think people will still know.’ You stared at him in disbelief as you stuffed a few last minute essentials into your travel bag.

‘Ah Y/N it will be fine! Trust me!’ He assured you, fully believing you could both be inconspicuous at the event. Jungkook emerged from the bathroom shirtless and got into bed as you placed your bag by the door.

‘You finally found an outfit?’ He questioned, knowing that you had been stressing about what to wear, ever since he first bought the tickets.

‘Yeah. I just hope I look as good as I think I do in it, since it’s probably gonna be all over the internet.’ You shuddered at the thought of people sneaking photos of you. You weren’t famous like Jungkook so it took you a long time to get used to the paparazzi when you first started dating, in fact you almost broke up with him over a particular incident of someone following you home, since you were concerned for your safety. Thankfully though, everything worked out in the end. . You both met when you began working at BigHit in 2017 as an intern, having since worked your way up the ranks.

You got into bed and lay down in front of Jungkook so he could spoon you.

‘You look amazing in anything Y/N. Trust me, we’ll have a great time!’

(line break)

You and Jungkook were now standing in the middle of the crowd waiting for BlackPink to start. Your outfit went down better than expected. He had practically jumped on you that morning when he saw it.

For the most part, people were surprisingly respectful, leaving you both be, or just coming up to say hello. Though you couldn’t help but notice when people took photos of you from a distance, making you a little nervous. Some did it discreetly, trying to cover their phones, whilst others made it obvious what their intent was.

‘I told you we’d be fine!’ jungkook spoke as he placed his arm round your shoulders.

‘You not noticed the wannabe paparazzi all round us?’ You mused, turning to wrap your arms round him from the side.

‘They are just enamoured by your sexiness is all.’ He laughed, stroking your bare shoulder.

‘Shut up! Don’t say things like that.’ You groaned, subconsciously tugging our skirt down.

‘Just ignore them jagi.’ He smiled and kissed your head. You looked up to him and puckered up your lips. He chuckled at you, but never the less, leaned down and gave you a quick peck.

‘I should have bought a jacket. It’s cooler than I thought.’ You sighed as you cuddled closer into his side. You thought that you would be warm enough, given the fact that you would be in the middle of a massive crowd, but for some reason you couldn’t get warm.

‘Ah Y/N, you should have said. Here.’ He detangled himself from you and began removing his jacket, leaving him in his over sized t-shirt.

‘Kook you don’t need to. Wont you be cold too?’ You felt bad as he draped the garment round your shoulders.

‘Don’t worry about me. You know I run warm.’ He smiled brightly. ‘Besides, you can just cuddle up to me if you’re worried.’ He flashed his teeth as he grinned at you.

‘Ok then.’ You agreed and slipped your arms through the holes, pulling it closed around you, reassuming your position against him.

The two of you ended up having an amazing time at the festival. Even though it wasn’t something you usually did, the whole festival thing, spending time with Jungkook made it worth it. This was especially the case since he was now getting busier, and things were heating up thanks to his new campaign with Calvin Klein. Unfortunately, you could only stay for one day, since he wanted to be back in Korea for when Hoseok left for the military, which of course you understood.

Not even a few hours after you left Coachella, dozens of phots and videos started popping up online of the two of you. Videos of you cuddling seemed to pop off the most, everybody gushing at the cute couple. Then when people saw he gave you his coat, fans fell more in love with him.

‘He’s such a gentleman!’

‘Why can’t I find a man like that?’

And so on. Then there were the people who were making fun of him for believing that he wouldn’t be noticed because of his bangs. You had a field day scrolling through all the TikTok’s making light of the situation.

‘See! I told you!’ You exclaimed triumphantly as you showed him another video.’

‘Aish.... Why do ARMY love making fun of me?’ He flopped down dramatically at the kitchen counter.

‘It’s your fault! If you hadn’t said what you did, then ARMY wouldn’t have anything to make fun of!’ You laughed, referring back to the picture he posted, stating that he thought he would be able to attend quietly.

'Look, here’s a nice edit. They even call you a dream boyfriend!’ You showed him a nice edit in an attempt to cheer him up. Jungkook stared at the video for a second before looking over to you.

‘I am the best aren’t I?’ He smirked. You playfully rolled your eyes at him.

‘Yeah sure you are.’ You got up and ruffled his fluffy hair as you walked by. ‘You need a haircut by the way!’ You shouted back over your shoulder.

[alexihollis]

Paying Your Dues

A short thing I wrote, trying to get a better hold on the dynamics and everything. More stuff to come probably! The brain worms really got a hold on this one lol.

“Swan? That you?” Swan heard Cleon call from the kitchen as she shut the door to the apartment behind her, locking the three dead-bolts and hooking the chain. It had been a few months since the Van Cortland Park meeting, but Cleon still insisted on the higher level of security. 

“Just until the Riffs give the all-clear,” she would say, but…Well, Swan did not have high-hopes that that would ever happen. Luther’s damage ran deep and Rogues kept popping up as new recruits of other gangs in ways that made everyone uneasy. The Orphans alone seemed to take half that the Riffs did not pick up the morning after Cyrus’ death, though Mercy insisted Sully was too dumb to be much of a threat. At least Masai seemed…weirdly fascinated with Cleon in a way that Swan did not want to interrogate too deeply. Or at all. 

“Yeah,” Swan called back as she shrugged out of her winter jacket, hanging it up with the beanie she stole from Cowgirl – who bitched, but had an extra hat anyway and Swan was freezing, winter weather really settling in the week after Thanksgiving. If Cowgirl cared that much, she would cross the street from her, Cochise, and Rembrandt’s apartment and steal it back later. 

Cleon appeared in the hallway, slouching against the wall, arms crossed. “Cool. We need to talk about something.”

That took Swan’s attention away from her boots as she straightened back up to look at Cleon, one boot off and one on. “What’s wrong? Is it Ajax?”

After three months, Ajax finally came home. Not even two weeks out, she was still jumpy. Quiet in an unnerving way. Cleon had yet to send her out on an errand and Swan didn’t know how long Ajax would let that slide. 

“No, no, she’s fine. Or- you know what I mean. Rembrandt came by and stole her earlier. No clue what they’re gonna be up to, but at least she’s out of her bedroom.” Cleon shook her head, “Anyway, no. It’s about Mercy- Nothing’s wrong.”

Swan’s heart started beating again. “For fuck’s sake, Cleon!” She threw a glove at Cleon’s head, that she easily ducked, laughing like an asshole. 

“For the love of God, I got her a bartending job two blocks away, will you chill out about her not being in your sight for two seconds?” Yeah. This had been Swan’s life for the past three months. Because her Warrior sisters were assholes. Cleon pushed off the wall, “Come on. I made coffee, we can talk in the kitchen.”

The mug was warm in Swan’s hands and the coffee even warmer as she took a too large drink, barely missing blistering. It suited the cooler weather.

“So, what do we need to talk about?” Swan asked when it became obvious that Cleon wasn’t going to start. Which was strange, because Cleon was not exactly known for her indecisiveness. 

Cleon sighed heavily before saying, “Have you noticed Mercy doesn’t have any clothes?”

Immediately, Swan’s eyebrows tried to merge with her hairline. “Uh…?”

“Her own clothes,” Cleon said.

And Swan went to disagree. Mercy had her own clothes – her color vest, for one, that she had been beyond excited about when Cleon gave it to her. There was a red flannel that she wore all the time. That she definitely stole from Cowgirl, now that Swan was thinking about it. The t-shirt Mercy was wearing the night of the meeting that somehow survived with minimal staining. Her jeans. Her sneakers and the zip-up hoodie. She wore those clothes a lot, when she wasn’t stealing Swan’s stuff. 

She mostly stole Swan’s stuff. Not that Swan was complaining. It started early on, with Mercy rolling out of bed and snagging one of Swan’s t-shirts while Swan half-heartedly complained about thievery to make Mercy laugh. 

When Mercy started working at the bar, Cochise had leant her some appropriate clothes. A small black dress. The tiniest skirt that Swan had ever seen. A pair of similarly sized shorts. A few black t-shirts. It had mostly surprised Swan how many clothes Cochise had to lend in the first place and it had been weeks now. 

Huh.

That was about the time a thick white envelope was placed on the table in front of Swan. At her confusion, Cleon motioned for Swan to open it. It was filled with cash.

“What is this?” Swan asked.

“Mercy’s dues,” Cleon said. 

Swan flipped through the cash. Did the mental math. “This is at least four times what she should be paying. When did she even start paying dues?”

“I didn’t ask for it,” Cleon said. “She gave it to me last night. I stopped by Jenkins earlier. He said that’s practically all the money she’s made at the bar, tips and paychecks.”

“And what did Mercy say? When she gave you this?”

“That she wanted to pay her dues. Contribute to the Warriors. Said thank you for getting her the job and letting her stay here and food and everything,” Cleon said. “She asked if this covered it and when I said, yes, it more than covered it, she asked me to put whatever was left towards your dues.”

“I don’t pay dues,” Swan said. 

The only ones who really did were members who did above-the-counter work, members who made the bulk of their money outside of the gang, which, technically, would put Mercy in that category, but Cleon usually waited a good six months before even broaching the topic. And even then, there were a lot of other circumstances that surrounded whether someone paid into what was less “dues” and more a communal money pot for rent for the various Warrior apartments, food, and, in certain circumstances, a slightly better lawyer. Which, considering Ajax’s recent run-in, did mean that pot could use a bit of boosting, but they still had a comfortable cushion. While Swan expected Cleon to ask Mercy for dues at some point, it was still early and this amount?

“I know.” Amazing. Swan loved it when Cleon talked in circles. Taking pity on her, Cleon continued. “She said that she wanted to pay back whatever you had paid for her over these few months. Said that she didn’t want to just be A Girlfriend anymore, but a fully-fledged member. Which seemed like a lot of emotion that you are in a better position to help her with while you try to convince her to spend her damn money on herself.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll do that,” Swan sighed, rubbing a hand down her face as she tried to think of where to even begin with that conversation. 

Because this was going to be about a lot more than money. They had been skirting around this conversation since the moment Mercy handed Swan her Orphans bandana to make the Molotov cocktail. Like when Swan dragged an overly drunk Mercy home from a house party at one of the lower-level Warriors apartment because someone (Vermin, definitely Vermin) told her it was part of the more traditional initiation. When it came to talking about herself, Mercy got cagy. Not many Warriors liked talking about family, Swan steered as far from the subject as she could, but Mercy wouldn’t even give a damn neighborhood.

Girls like Mercy joined the Warriors before, usually young enough that it made Cleon nervous and so jumpy they refused to give a name until they earned their name. They wanted to burn their old lives to ashes and throw them in the ocean off Coney Island. Swan respected that, she all but did it herself, but they always made Cleon nervous. Until recently, Swan didn’t really understand why – they made some of the best soldiers, fighting with everything in them and then some. Swan loved helping them learn to fight.

Swan loved helping Fox learned to fight. 

Then Swan learned what all that desire to prove yourself, to throw yourself into your new life and protect anyone you got close to could lead to. 

Losing Fox nearly killed her. Losing Mercy would finish the job.

“I’ll talk to her,” Swan repeated. 

Cleon smiled. Leaned over and ruffled her hair, which Swan half-heartedly protested. “It’ll be fine. And tell Rembrandt to take her shopping. The poor girl’s too pretty to be stuck in your clothes. Or your taste in clothes.”

“Fuck off, Cleon,” Swan grumbled. 

The next few hours found Swan in her and Mercy’s bedroom. She tried to distract herself by reading. That failed. Turned on the radio. Got sick of the radio. Tried to watch TV in the living room. Got bored of the news that Cleon insisted on watching for whatever reason. In general, she was being ridiculous. 

The hours leading up to a rumble? Swan was calm. Collected. Helping their newer members chill the fuck out and not lose their heads before the fight began. 

Hours leading up to a potentially emotionally charged conversation with her girlfriend, though? That was the time to panic. Perfect sense. One hundred percent logical. 

Swan didn’t hear the door open. 

She barely heard when Mercy said, “Babe, what are you doing?”

Swan turned on her heel, mid-pace to see Mercy looking at her quizzically as she closed the bedroom door behind her. And said the first thing that popped into her head: “You need new clothes.”

Mercy blinked and looked down at herself, then back to Swan. “I thought you liked this skirt.”

It was Cochise’s skirt. Swan loved that skirt. That was not the point. “Sit down.”

Mercy sat down on the very edge of the bed. “Are you just gonna stand there?”

Swan sat next to her, also perched on the edge, and just far enough that they didn’t touch. They rarely sat like that, especially in their room. It felt alien. 

“Is this about me giving my dues to Cleon?” Mercy asked. 

“She didn’t ask you for them. You don’t owe her any,” Swan said.

Mercy sighed. “Look, it isn’t that I’m not grateful, but…I want to contribute. I’m a Warrior. I’m a member just like anyone else.”

“You are a Warrior, this isn’t about that.”

“Then, why is Cleon being so weird about it?” Mercy asked.

“Because you don’t owe dues. Yes, you do have an actual job and you don’t join us on jobs or anything, but Cleon usually gives a six-month grace period to new members before talking about it,” Swan tried to explain.

“Are those other new members usually living in a Warriors funded apartment and eating Warriors funded food?” She cocked an eyebrow in a way that made it seem like she thought she had won the argument.

Unfortunately for Mercy: “Yes. Usually.” 

“What?”

“Cleon has a thing about picking up strays. Remember?” Swan said. Referencing herself, but then immediately: “Not that you’re a stray.”

Mercy laughed. “Well, I did follow you home.”

Swan chuckled with her. “You did in fact do that.”

A short period of silence followed after their laughter subsided. Mercy sighed, deeply. “I just don’t want people thinking I’m sleeping my way through here. Or that I have it easier than anyone else.” She aimed a slight glare at Swan, “You already refuse to put me through initiation properly.”

Oh, for the love of- “You went through more than enough. You have fucking Ajax vouching for you. You don’t have anything more to prove to anyone.” Then, a thought: “Is someone giving you shit?”

Swan could fix that. Easily. 

“No one here, I just-” Mercy let out a frustrated huff. “I’ve done that before. I’ve been that girl. I hated it. It was horrible. I don’t want to feel like that again.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I get that,” Swan said. “But…you know, treating you like any other Warrior includes not making you pay an absolutely ridiculous amount of dues.”

“All right, all right. Is Cleon giving it back to me or something?” Mercy asked.

Swan gestured over to their dresser. “It’s with the socks.”

“Thank you.”

“I promise people don’t think that about you,” Swan said. “You deserve to have your own things with the money you earned at Jenkins’ bar.” Swan narrowed her eyes slightly at the very familiar red sweater Mercy was wearing. “And I deserve for you to stop stealing my shit.”

“Mm, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mercy scooted back a little further onto the bed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. 

“Oh, really?”

“Not at all.”

And, really, Swan should have probably thought through the having-an-important-conversation-on-their-bed a bit more, because how else did she think this was going to end? A good while later found them both on their backs, catching their breaths, in considerably less clothing than before. After a moment, Swan pulled their blanket up past their shoulders as Mercy moved onto her side, then tucked herself against Mercy’s back, face nestled in the small of her shoulder. 

“You know, considering the conversation topic, this didn’t really help your argument,” Mercy said. 

Swan rolled her eyes. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Why should I get my own clothes when these seem to be working just fine?”

Swan choked back a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I try.”

…

“Maybe keep the skirt, though.”

“Cochise said she doesn’t want it back anyway.”

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt12

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Marvin rubbed his face, his eyes feeling sore and he was done with the smell of paper and ink for the day. Glancing out one of the windows showed the changing colors in the sky, meaning that it was evening and he had completely forgotten about dinner. He sighed and, after a strained groan as he stretched out his body, started stacking up his books and setting them aside. 

“I’m still just as lost,” Marvin said to himself with a sigh. Everything he’s read was just random information to him, none of it clicked nor made sense to him. He’d need more time to study and adjust and Marvin hated that fact. 

Guessing on what he’d experienced from Jackie, since he hadn’t barged into the library to ask if he’d eaten meant there was a good chance he hadn’t as well. It was strange but nice at the same time with how the Septiceyes seemed to care about each other, although some had some more chaos to their care than others. Marvin didn’t need babysitting but it was good to know that he didn’t have to worry about everything within the House. 

“Jackie?” Marvin had gone to Jackie’s room and was knocking on his door. After a pause and no response, Marvin assumed that meant he wasn’t in there. Where could the superhero of the house be at this time? 

It didn’t take a lot of thinking for Marvin to make a new assumption and he went back to the set of stairs and went for the basement. The basement really was a whole workout center. A racket court, a rock climbing wall, and endless equipment that had Marvin tilting his head in an attempt to figure out how in the world the machines were supposed to work. 

“And there he is.” Marvin found Jackie lying on the ground next to a wall of varying weights. He went over to the man and sat down on the ground next to him. “Hi, Jackie.”

“Hi, Marvin.” Jackie greeted back between pants. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yep! Just got done with a workout.”

“That would explain the sweat.” Marvin chuckled.

“Nah. This is my natural glisten. I shine like a Cullen.” Jackie grunted as he sat up.

“A Cullen?” Marvin asked.

“You know, the vampires?” Jackie used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face. He looked at Marvin when he didn’t get a response. “Please tell me you know about Twilight.” 

“The sunset?”

“We are so adding that movie series to the list.”

“The list?” Marvin watched Jackie stand up. 

“The list of movies and shows you gotta watch,” Jackie explained, holding a hand out to Marvin. Marvin knew it was easier to just let Jackie help him to his feet and took the hand, standing up as well. “Have you had dinner yet?”

“Nope. That’s why I tracked you down to see if you had.” Marvin glanced over to one of the nearby machines and noticed it was set to the highest weight and more weights were stacked on top of it to make it heavier. 

Just how strong was Jackie? 

He knew he had plenty of strength, but something about getting a bit of a visual made it hit Marvin even more. 

“We can whip something up and then get you started on the list? The living room has surround sound so that’ll make watching the stuff so much better and cooler.” Jackie then looked at himself, seeing that he was wearing a practically soaked t-shirt that made the red fabric look almost black. “I might shower first, though, or at least change shirts.” 

“You don’t want to walk about topless?” Marvin asked with a grin.

“Not really my thing.” 

“You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

“I-but we-I was-you-” Jackie sputtered and Marvin started laughing. 

“Go bathe. I’ll go see what I can throw together.” Marvin waved a hand at Jackie. 

“You’re almost as bad as Anti.” “I take full offense to that.” 

“I hope you do.” Jackie puffed his cheeks out and that got both of them to laugh. “I don’t take long, I’ll meet you in the kitchen?” 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

x~x~x

Marvin stirred the pot of noodles he had cooking when he heard someone come into the kitchen with him. He turned and was prepared to see Jackie but instead, Robbie walked in. 

“Um…hey?” Marvin did not like being left alone with the child in the kitchen while the stove was on. 

He didn’t know if things were baby-proofed or not. Wait, did six-year-olds need things baby-proofed? They weren’t babies but they were still young. Would kid-proof be more fitting?

Robbie smiled and waved at Marvin as he went over to the counter and climbed up it. Marvin just stood and watched as Robbie opened the cupboard, grabbed a bag of marshmallows, and then bounced off the counter. Marvin had no idea how to react to this and was so thankful when Jackie showed up.

“Nope.” Jackie casually snatched the marshmallows from Robbie. 

“But-”

“You know you can’t have these things. You always wake up in the middle of the night with an upset stomach.” Jackie put the marshmallows away but then pulled out a chocolate bar. “This, on the other hand, won’t hurt your stomach.” 

“Oh!” Robbie perked up and took the offered treat. He giggled and quickly ran off before that could be taken away by someone. 

“Nothing wrong with dessert. Robbie’s got a good hour before Henrik wants him to go to bed, plenty of time to bounce on his walls and wear himself out.” Jackie explained with a shrug. 

“I’m going to need fifteen notebooks to keep track of everything in this House and that’s just with you lot. How many others are there?” Marvin shook his head while he stirred the noodles again. 

“Would it make you feel better to hear the numbers or just see them for yourself? There’s the Manor that’s got a good handful and then there’s another House that has only a couple Egos.”

“Nevermind. I don’t want to know anymore.” Marvin sighed. 

“Subject change? Whatcha cooking?” Jackie peered over Marvin’s shoulder to see what was in the pot. 

“Some pasta. Something simple since I didn’t feel like cooking anything too fancy that would take too long.” Marvin used the spoon to lift some noodles and he could tell that they were finished. “Mind straining these for me? Make you work for your dinner?” He added the last part with a chuckle. 

“I can do that!” Jackie was more than happy to take the pot and pour it into the strainer that was already waiting for him in the sink. Marvin stepped aside and looked at the jar of sauces, debating on which one he wanted to use.

“I’m thinking of using the garlic herb sauce,” Marvin said, putting his hand on the lid and twisting. “Well, that’s embarrassing.” He muttered when the lid didn’t budge. Marvin felt like his pride was at stake, grunting while he tried again to open the jar. 

“Do you need help?” Jackie asked, putting the pot of strained noodles back on the stove. 

“No.” Marvin tried again and it still didn’t budge. “Maybe.” He grumbled and held the jar to Jackie. Jackie took the jar, easily opened it, and gave it back. “Shut up.” 

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You had a face.”

“That’s just my face.” 

“I liked it better when this was the other way around.” Marvin poured the sauce into the pot while they both laughed at his comment. 

“It’s fun to switch things up sometimes.” Jackie went to get plates and silverware. 

“You’re a switch, good to know.” Marvin grinned since he knew that would fly right over Jackie’s head.

“I guess?” The way Jackie said that proved his point. 

“I’m not. I know what I like and how I like it and I have no shame.” Marvin was having a little too much fun.

“I’m missing something, aren’t I?” Jackie asked. 

“Yep.” Marvin popped the p and served the noodles on the plates. 

“I don’t think I want to know.” 

“Only if you want to start stuttering again.” Marvin half-sang, picking up his plate and walking off.

“Why would-what does-what?” Jackie stumbled over his words and then it clicked, getting him to hold out a long ‘oh’. “I get it, now.” He picked up his plate and then paused, feeling his face going warm. “You are definitely worse than Anti.” 

“I’m going to gag and die if you keep saying that.” 

[leos-soggy-wolf-nuts]

Green Flag: Leo x Kinda-self-insert Episode 1

I'm deciding to write these in many short bursts rather than in a few long stories. My need to write these is fleeting but powerful, like passion itself. Or that handjob in Carl's route.

Also, when I say "kinda-self-insert" I mean that the main character won't be me/my fursona, but he'll act generally the way I would in his situation. He's like if I was cooler.

This takes place a few years after Leo's good ending. Maybe...2019 or 2020 (the pandemic will not be included in this Echo AU.)

Final disclaimer: this is almost totally self-indulgent. Okay, thanks, enjoy.

Final final disclaimer: I don't know how car insurance works.

"Goddamnit." echoes through my bathroom as it dawns on me that I'm out of antler polish. It's snake oil, of course. I fidget with my glasses in frustration. Antlers don't need polish, it's just something that makes me feel better, like if I bring them into the realm of mundane self-care, they'll stop seeming so wild. That's what I don't like about the desert. All the heat and sunlight makes them awkwardly big. To me, anyway. Everyone else seems to like them.

Regardless, they clatter against the doorframe as I exit the bathroom to get my wallet and keys. My apartment is 3 rooms. The living room/kitchen, where I've lined up a few of my dirty novelty mugs on the coffee table, always just forgetting to take them to the sink. Then my bedroom, a windowless cave of iniquity, and finally the bathroom, which I keep comparatively nice and neat. My keys and wallet are on the dresser next to the front door, and I feel complete as they fill my pockets. More powerful. Like boarding a mech.

The Payton sun is...aggressive. I always fantasize about wearing leather jackets, right up until I exit my front door. I jog awkwardly to my car, un-relieved as I find each time that the inside has been cooked like a thanksgiving turkey. Wincing against the heat, I jam the key in the ignition as fast as possible to crank the AC, furrowing my brows as the engine stutters but won't go over the edge into a full start. This shit has been going on for weeks.

vp vp vp...vp vp vp...vp vp vrrMMMMMMM....

Fuck, finally. I've had to save up a little cash before going to the mechanic, and it seems like I'm bringing it just in time. It's never taken that many tries before.

Lo and behold, the AC isn't working either.

I ride slowly, with the windows down, through the busy main street of downtown Payton. My car creaks and sputters awkwardly as I reach the shop.

ALVAREZ AUTO REPAIR

I pull into their lot on a low incline, nearby a canine in a white t-shirt holding a clipboard. I open the door and step out, the hot air still cooler than the inside of my car. I drag my shoe idly across the asphalt. It's now I realize I don't know how this works.

"Hey, uh..." I say, my words hanging flaccid in the air. The canine continues facing his clipboard, but his eyes look up at me. He has a sort of...amused smirk on his face.

"Do you have insurance?" he asks me.

I think on it for a moment. "I do, yeah."

"Good."

CRASH!

I whip my head around and see the trunk of my car crumpled against the base of a tall street light.

"Fuck!" I shout. I didn't put the fucking car in Park. It rolled right down. The canine sauntered after me, grabbing a pen from his pocket and biting off the cap.

"Name?" he asked, voice slightly muffled with the cap still in his mouth.

"Lionel." I replied, exasperated, blood pumping as I watched smoke billow from my car. The canine shifted his stance, pulling the cap from his teeth.

"Do you have a last name?"

"Shit, sorry. Uh, C-E-I-R-W."

"Key-err-wuh?" he tried to pronounce. I laugh, despite the stress.

" 'Kayroo'. " I corrected. He nods, then takes a pensive breath.

"I think your car is broken."

I laugh again. "Oh really?"

He scribbled a little more on his paper, then clapped me on the shoulder. His paw is heavy, the type of weight I'd expect from someone resting a booted foot on my shoulder instead.

"I'll tell insurance it did that on its own. If they ask."

I turn to him, head on a tilt, keeping my antlers from hitting him.

"Thanks-" I pause, reading his name tag. "-Leo."

Shit, he's got a nice chest.

I clear my throat, pushing away the perverted thought before it becomes a problem. He smirks a little wider. "Of course. But I doubt you came here for the crash. What else is wrong?"

"Oh, it takes a while to start the ignition. And just today, the AC broke."

A sympathetic look crossed his expression.

"In this weather? Come on, let's get you inside the office."

I nod, and let him lead me there, my eyes wandering to his backside. Damn. I physically shake the thought away as he leads me into the shop's office. It's delightfully cool. Invoices, to-do lists, and part orders litter the sides of the desk and various bulletin boards, not to mention the file cabinet in the corner. Leo sits down behind the desk, and I sit across from him.

"So." he begins, "a slow start could be a bad battery, a problem with the starting circuit, a problem with the connection cables, a bad alternator, and a few other things. The point is... we'll have to keep it here for a little while."

I scratch the back of my neck. "Does Payton have like a, town car or whatever? So I could get to work?"

He taps his fingers on the desk. "What time do you go to work."

"8:30."

The wolf looks me up and down. It turns my face a little hot.

"I could give you a ride."

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Five, Part 4

I let Shaun leave first, after he got caught up on the dishes. There was maybe a rack or two still, but one of us could run it. Adam finished cleaning up his spot and he was next to go. Justin and I were usually the last two of the kitchen, usually him before me, and I'd find him sitting outside at the bar, oblivious to Nugget's flirty eyes.

We finished cleaning and wiping everything just after ten thirty. I had some paper work to fill out but that would take me five minutes. I'd be done by the time my friends showed up. And I'd have time to change.

"I'm punching out then," Justin said, tossing his apron and rags into the hamper. They'd be clean by morning. Not long after, I added my own to the pile of sauce-covered aprons and black greasy rags.

"Alright, have a good one," I said, waving him off, distracted. I hated paperwork but it's part of the job, so it needs to be done. I was almost finished and didn't want to lose my train of thought.

I finished up, filed it, and grabbed my backpack, and headed into the employee bathroom. I quickly changed into my Goth Rock uniform; black pants, a torn up and safety pinned Sisters of Mercy T-shirt, and fishnet sleeves on my arms. My nails were already painted black (which is usually a no no in the kitchen but I said fuck it. I'm wearing gloves anyway). And finally, I threw on some very basic black eyeliner and red and black eye-shadow. I looked like the year 2005's entire mall goth subculture personified. I threw my work clothes into my bag, threw it over my shoulder and headed out to the bar.

Justin was sitting at the far end, and I nodded at him. Amber was basically fawning over him She caught me out of the corner of her eye and started over, stopping to grab a High Life from the beer cooler. I was pretty predictable, I guess.

"Busy night," she stated, sitting the cold beer in front of me.

"Yeah, it was a wild one."

"What's with the Hot Topic special?"

"Going to Club Specter with some friends," I laughed and took a large drink from the glass bottle.

"You? You're going to a club?" She said, mirroring Addison's reaction. Which only caused me to laugh even more.

"Yeah, I guess I am," I said, biting at my lower lip.

"I'm assuming with them," Amber pointed to two people walking into the bar, dressed in all black and wearing heavy makeup. They me sitting at the bar and waved, making a beeline for my little quiet corner.

"Hey man, looking snazzy," Conner said as he sat down next to me.

"What's up, n*****?" Kayla said. She only called me that because she knew I absolutely hated it. It was her entire mission in life to make me as uncomfortable as she can possibly make me. Isn't that a thing friends do?

"Thanks. How come you guys made the trip out tonight?" I asked. Usually, these two weren't so impulsive and made out plans.

"Celebrating. Six months clean from down today," Conner said proudly. There was a very scary time period where Conner developed a serious love affair with heroin. He was practically dead by the end of it, and only got healthy due a bunch of us got together and basically forced him to get clean. I was there, but I said nothing. I didn't have anything to say. I couldn't understand it, and that meant I didn't know anything about it. As much as I wanted Conner to get better, I didn't know his reasoning for wanting to die so badly. And maybe it was a good reason. Everyone makes their own choices.

"Oh, hell yeah, dude. Congratulations. Keep this shit up. I'm proud of you." Kayla and him had started dating soon after he got clean. And she was perfect for him. They both were strange little enigmas, dressing like hippies, but turning around and listening to death metal. Ninety percent of the time, they were stoned. The weed apparently helped Conner stay away from the other stuff.

[ollieofthebeholder]

If you're fat and tend/preferto wear long sleeves/pants/skirts for any reason (religious reasons, personal modesty reasons, don't like the way you look in short things, don't like the way you feel in short things, have a tendency towards stims or habits that don't mesh well with short sleeves like skin-picking, etc.), here are my tips:

Don't let anyone tell you that you shouldn't be doing that. You are always, always, ALWAYS allowed to wear whatever you want, be it tube tops and Daisy Dukes or parachute pants and high-necked blouses. You are not required to cover up if you don't want to, but you're also not required to expose anything you don't want to expose. Your body, your rules.

Natural fabric is ALWAYS the way to go. Cotton, linen, silk. Wool can be surprisingly cool, too - it's not always winter-thick! Polyester is nobody's friend.

Loose-fitting clothes help keep you cooler. Lighter colors are also better at reflecting heat, so keep that in mind. I find I'm cooler in a loose-fitting long-sleeved t-shirt than I ever was in a black cap-sleeved shirt with my skin exposed to direct sunlight, but that's me.

You still need sunscreen on the parts of your skin that aren't covered. You also want to go a little bit under the edges of where it is covered, especially if there's no overlap. (For instance, I don't generally put it on my legs/ankles because I wear boots and crew socks and my pant legs come down over the tops of both, so there's no chance of the skin down there being exposed, but I DO make sure to get my wrists, just in case my sleeves ride up.) Also get under your collar. If your weight is doing awkward things and your shirts are riding up while your pants are falling down, put sunscreen along your waistline even if you think it's going to be covered. Don't forget your ears.

On a somewhat related note: The palms of your hands don't tan, but they can burn, so make sure you rub some sunscreen into them, too.

With regards to hydration: Set yourself rules for how often you'll take a drink. When I go to baseball games, my rule is that I have to take a drink at least every three batters, and between each inning. (That being said, don't force yourself to WAIT for those conditions - drink whenever you think you need to! I just learned to set those rules because I don't think I need to, and then I end up with heat exhaustion.)

On the topic of sweating: If you are NOT sweating, that is NOT a good thing. Sit down and drink something. Now. At best you're dehydrated. At worst you're about to have a serious problem. If you're already sitting down and you don't have water handy, and you notice you aren't sweating, you may want to ask someone around you to bring you some water, because it's entirely possible you are not going to want to trust yourself to stand up.

I try to carry baby wipes with me wherever I go. Partly they are nice and cool and can help if you put them on the back of your neck if you're starting to get into the state I just mentioned. Partly they are excellent for wiping out skin folds if they have been sweating and you can feel a heat rash starting. Clean out the dirt and whatever else you're developing under there, gently, and let it dry before you drop the fold closed.

If you end up with one of those heat rashes, clean the skin, let it dry, and apply a moisturizing lotion. I like Aveeno, but whatever works best for you. I have also discovered that coconut oil works very well as a moisturizer and also (for me anyway) helps keep the area clean until the rash goes away.

Beating the Heat while Fat: A Summer Survival Guide

Summer is (almost) here and it’s going to be hotter than ever. If you’re fat (like me), you know how much hot weather sucks. Specifically, we get to deal with fun issues like underboob sweat, chub rub, skin fold sunburn, and more. And while I like to take a body neutral approach to everything, this can be hard in summer thanks to exclusion and neglect.

The thing is that not a lot of people really… talk about these things, though, because that would interfere with our image of summer. Not a lot of companies are marketing their stuff as a solution to fat people’s problems, because that would be acknowledging that fat people might actually want to go outside during summer.

Having been fat for many a summer now, I want to share some of my resources for enjoying summer! These are all based on personal recommendations and things I have directly experienced. Please feel free to reblog and add on with your experiences and recommendations!

However, if your commentary is even remotely fatphobic, you will be blocked and your comments will be deleted. This post is not for you, and nobody is actually interested in what you have to say!

Back and Underboob Sweat

Two words: Gold Bond. Gold Bond fixes this. It comes in powder, stick, and spray form. I’ve used the powder in shoes, but not on my body. They’ve recently released an invisible form of the spray, which I’m very excited about.

Spray this under your breast tissue or other skin folds, or on flat areas of skin like your lower back that tend to sweat. Some of their powders have aloe in them, which is delightfully soothing for the skin.

Make sure that if you’re sensitive to scent, you buy one of the unscented versions. The “fresh” scent is nice, but it is a scent!

When you’re using this type of spray, do it clean but dry. Don’t do it right after a shower- give your skin a chance to dry off. Lift your breast or skin fold, spray underneath, and then hold it for a couple of seconds to let the spray dry down.

You can also use other types of powder, like body powder or baby powder. There’s mixed evidence about talc-containing powder and its link to cancer, but some people do find talcum powder more irritating than talc-free powder, so whether or not you use this is up to you.

Do keep in mind that this is NOT sunscreen! Apply your sunscreen first for areas of exposed skin.

Chub Rub

Dealing with the tops of your thighs rubbing together is extremely unfun. There are a couple of ways I like to deal with this!

Slip Shorts

I actually reviewed a bunch of these a few years ago. Slip shorts or bike shorts are perfect for wearing under dresses or loose-fitting rompers as a way to stop your thighs from rubbing. As a bonus, if you’re using bike shorts, sometimes they come with extra pockets to stash stuff in.

Friction Sticks

If you’re wearing a swimsuit and don’t want to wear shorts, or just don’t want to wear shorts, period, then a friction stick is another good way to avoid chub rub! I have a couple, Bodyglide and Gold Bond.

If you’re buying Bodyglide, they have one that’s just as good, Bodyglide Outdoor, that is sometimes cheaper. There’s a Bodyglide “For Her” which I’ve never tried, but that’s usually more expensive and let’s be real, do you really need to moisturize your inner thighs? I think not!

There’s also creams you can use but I find those messy and less effective than the sticks. You might like them, though! Experiment with products to find the one(s) that work for you.

Friction sticks can also stop foot blisters. Rub a little on your heel, toe, or wherever you get hot spots. 

Dealing With Sweat

I sweat, you sweat, we all sweat. Humans were meant to sweat. Sweating’s a good thing. But that doesn’t mean it’s fun, and frankly I hate being sweaty. Typically, fat people sweat more than thin people, for several reasons related to the way we thermoregulate.

Fortunately, there are lots of ways to make summer sweating less annoying. I’ve written about this before, so you can check out that post for some of my favorite tips for dealing with sweat. Here’s some of the highlights.

Evaporative Cooling

A bandanna or other wrap filled with water crystals can do AMAZING things. You can make this yourself really easily- if you can’t find water crystals, you can just use Orbeez. They sell little 99 cent packs of those in the checkout lines at some stores and at the dollar store, and you can make several cooling wraps with one packet.

You can also get evaporative cooling towels, like Frogg Toggs. I don’t like those as much because they tend to start smelling a little funny, but they’re great for larger area coverage.

Using these will help cool you down and will do the same thing that sweat does– without being sticky.

Hair

If you have long hair, get it off the back of your neck. I used to put it up in a bun with a bun former, but now I just use claw clips. They’re cuter and easier! Seriously, this will help you so much. Get the hair up and away from your skin, you’ll feel so much better.

Hand Fans

I always have a hand fan with me, but not one of the little battery operated ones. I’ve tried a lot of those! I even took one up a mountain once, and it was the only reason I survived. But they never provide the same level of breeze that my folding fan does.

I use this one because it’s cute, and you can get cute ones for a couple bucks on Amazon. I do prefer fabric to the stiff paper ones, just because they’re a bit more durable- I’ve had mine for years now. It’s good.

I’m also not a huge fan of those fans that go around your neck, but I’ve seen many people enjoying them. If they work for you, great!

Hydration and Electrolytes

Carry water with you when you go places, and if you’re gonna be out for a while doing anything strenuous, take some electrolyte tablets with you. I like Nuun because I think they taste good, but there’s lots of brands out there.

There’s no one mineral called electrolyte, just so you know. Electrolytes are a group of minerals that includes sodium, potassium, and chloride as the primary (or significant) electrolytes. Electrolytes are important because they have a natural positive or negative electrical charge when dissolved in water. This electricity is how your nerves transmit information and how your cells make your muscles contract, so low levels of electrolytes can cause some serious issues. Different electrolyte imbalances have different symptoms, but common symptoms include nausea, fatigue, confusion, tremors, muscle spasms (cramps), and dizziness.

If you’re feeling those as you’re moving around outside, get somewhere cool, drink some water, and either eat some food or add electrolyte tablets to your water. This will help stabilize you quickly!

Skin Fold Sunburn Prevention

Everybody should wear sunscreen, period. End of story.

But if you’re applying sunscreen by yourself and you have skin folds, it can be a pain to reach them! This is especially true for any folds that form on your upper back or around your upper arm.

These areas can burn and be very painful, especially if you’re in swimwear or a sleeveless top. It’s also VERY easy to forget that these areas need sunscreen!

If you don’t want or don’t have someone to help you apply those areas you can’t reach, spray sunscreen can be a way to get those areas. If you don’t like the spray or want heavier coverage with a cream, then use a lotion applicator!

If the stick style doesn’t work for you (like if you have shoulder mobility issues), the strap style asks for a different range of motion. If you can’t find one that works for you at a big box store, look at a pharmacy. These are often sold as disability aids or for elderly people with a reduced range of motion.

But honestly, one of the most important things about this is just knowing your body. Know where your skin folds are and think about how they move as you’re applying sunscreen. Get underneath them- as you move, those areas can be exposed to the sun, too.

So yeah, that’s my best advice for beating the heat while fat. If you’ve got other tips, feel free to share them!

[bakeryblood]

Look At Me

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

@mlmmetalhead

1k of SFW Fluff

Summer was ravaging Hawkins again, as it did every year. The heatwave always did it’s best to put you in a sour mood, you were hot and your skin was sticky with sweat. Your boyfriend Eddie’s van didn’t have working a/c which made it almost more miserable than walking places since the heat built up so much in the metal incasement.

“This shit is going to be the death of me babe..” Eddie mumbles as he drove, his hair tied back messily in a half asses attempt to keep it out of his face as the two of you drove back for the gas station for a pack of cigarettes. Sweat was constantly threatening to run out of your hair and down into your eyes but you had the ability to lift the hem of your shirt at your neck and save yourself, Eddie just had to pray. And praying wasn’t something he was ever good at.

“We could go to my house, it’s cooler than yours..no offense of course!” Eddie choked on a laugh for a second before letting his eyes look over at you for a split second and then back on the road. “No Y/N, what’s offensive is you think the first time I meet your parents I’m going to be looking like this.”

You rolled your eyes but also chuckled. He did have a point, Eddie had been fearful of making a bad first impression and hadn’t even tried sneaking over to see you, even if you tempted him with how ‘hot’ it would be. He was serious about you. “No…I think we should go to the pool..” He grinned as he imagined how he’d do anything to be completely submerged in water right now, even if he had to hear kids screaming and playing in the background.

You stayed quiet until you reached the trailer, neither of you in proper swimming clothes. “Eddie, I don’t have anything to wear.” You finally spoke up, refusing to get out of the van until he’d come around to your side. He leaned against the burning hot door before taking his arm off and motioning you to come on and hop out, holding his seemingly seared flesh and giving a ‘mmm’ in pain as he did so.

“Yeah babe, trust me. I’ve got clothes for you.”

He was right, he did have a few pairs of black swimming trunks that hadn’t been worn in god knows how long. They were ill fitting on both of you, the elastic being worn out you both needed to make sure they were tied decent enough or else risk Eddie flashing his ass to everyone. “I’m not putting a shirt on here just to take it off there..” He mumbled as he stretched and debated putting his hair up better now while he still had the chance. He would end up taking it down before getting it wet anyway knowing how hard it was to pull a hair tie out of a tangled wet mess of curls.

“Eddie..” Y/N spoke up from his place on the bed, his voice soft and uncomfortable sounding.

“Yeah?— Hey, what’s up? What’s wrong?” He saw your facial expression and immediately dropped his hands out of his hair and made his way over. Standing in front of you and placing his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to push you back enough to get your eyes off his chest and on his face.

“I can’t go to the pool..I’ll just be upset the whole time..” Eddie slid one of his hands up from your shoulder to hold your face as he bent down closer locking his dark eyes with yours. “Look at me okay? You deserve to go to the pool just as much as anyone else. T-shirt on or binding or not.”

You tried to turn your face away out of embarrassment but his hand quickly took up the other cheek as well keeping you looking at him. “And if anyone tells you otherwise I’m going to drown them.” Y/N laughed at how serious he sounded while still having that grin on his face. As he let you go he went back to his dresser and pulls out an old black shirt he sometimes let you sleep in and pulled it on.

“You know, I haven’t gone swimming in years, but when I did last I wore a shirt too..” he commented as he lifted up the hem slightly when you asked ‘why’, confused. “Because when I came to live with Wayne I guess I sort of, ate my feelings?” He brushed his fingers over the markings on his sides and hips.

“I was so fuckin’ skinny when I was with my dad. Wayne couldn’t hardly keep the house stocked with food because I’d just..eat..but he never said anything to me.” He chuckled thinking about it, thinking of himself when he was younger was always a trip. “I got over it, being scared about there not being food at home. And I dropped the weight again, but obviously y’know, I’m not a model.” He struck a pose for you, still trying his best to make you laugh as he always did.

“So yeah, shirts it is then!” He grabbed your hands that were sitting in your lap and pulled you up off the bed finally seeing your face pull a smile to match his own. You were happy that maybe with him you’d actually be able to focus on having fun, because the two of you together was all that mattered.

[bots-and-cons]

Can I get Megatron Soundwave and shockwave (separately) with a human s/o who likes to hangout on there shoulders whenever they can.

Bonus: When the bots ask why they are just like "You keep me warm you give off heat it's the middle of winter ffs it's cold!"

I like my apartment a bit cooler than normal, but goddamn it gets a bit too cold sometimes in the winter, when the temperature outside goes to -20C. I’d love a cybertronian to keep me warm

~Shockwave~

•He doesn't really understand your reasoning for him being a good heat source

•Don't you humans have those fabrics you wrap yourself in

•You have to remind him that yes, you indeed have clothes, but he's so much better

•You would sit on his shoulder all the time if he let you, but he has some dangerous chemicals used in his work, and he is pretty sure you might die if you inhale some of the fumes

•You're almost willing to take the chance on these cold winter months, but not really

•And Shockwave is definitely not taking a chance and he makes you leave the lab

•You've lost you warmer and your hangout spot in one fell swoop

~Megatron~

•He likes having you close, but he doesn't like it when you call him your butt warmer, very affectionately but still

•You're sitting on his shoulder almost all the time, be it wrapped in a blanket or in a few layers of clothes

•Cybertronians don't need to be as warm as humans all the time, so the Nemesis can be a bit chilly, but it's not freezing or anything

•But you wouldn't really fair well in a t-shirt and shorts

•Megatron is an excellent heat source, and he likes it when you snuggle up to him all the time

•He obviously can't be there all the time, but you probably shouldn't go to anyone else for warmth, he will get pissed if you do

~Soundwave~

•He's actually a bit cooler than the average cybertronian, but he's still a good source of warmth if you really snuggle up to him

•He doesn't like winter/the cold at all because he doesn't retain his body heat as well as some of the bulkier cybertronians, like Megatron for example

•Soundwave also really likes the cuddles and you worrying over him because of the cold

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part i

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudocest, stepcest, cheating, wombfucking, semi-public sex (in an alley), extremely light dumbification, breeding kink, spit kink, Osamu has a dick piercing

4.5k words. thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this and reassuring me that it doesn’t suck lol

ao3 link here (aha its not too long mobile just sucks!!) part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

You sighed as you tapped your fingers on the table. Your mom had decided it was high time for you to meet your new stepdad, who you had put off meeting for the past three years. You smiled as you remembered the perfectly timed appendicitis that had you missing the wedding. You couldn’t have planned it better if you tried. 

Your dad had only passed away a little under four years ago, leaving your mom to remarry only six months later. You’d opted to live with your grandmother, citing her health as a reason to live with her on her farm. Your plan had worked perfectly, and you hadn’t had to meet Osamu for three years.

Now though, with your grandmother in the hospital, your mom thought it was a great time for you to come and visit and finally meet the great Osamu.

“Osamu should be home any minute,” your mom said, smiling happily over the takoyaki she was making. “He’s bringing your favourite!”

“Yay,” you said, unenthusiastically. You glanced at the time on your phone. You were almost wishing Osamu to be here so you wouldn’t have to spend another awkward second with your mom.

You and your mom hadn’t been close to begin with, you always being a daddy’s girl from the day you were born. And after remarrying so quickly, you’d drifted even further apart. At this point, you had nothing to speak to her about.

“I’m home!” Someone called. The door slid shut behind them and you glanced around, waiting for them to appear in the kitchen. “And I brought umeboshi onigiri!”

The man who stepped into the kitchen nearly knocked you out of your seat.

He was handsome. Devastatingly, heartachingly, handsome. He was tall, with brown hair and deep grey eyes, and thick. His t-shirt was pulled taut over his broad shoulders and his thighs in his shorts were almost indecent. 

The next thing you noticed was that he was young. Probably only a handful of years older than your twenty-one, definitely closer to your age than your mom’s.

God, why had you put this meeting off? Had you known your mom was married to an actual god, you would’ve actually visited.

“Hey, honey,” your mom greeted, smiling at him. Your stomach twisted as she leaned over, puckering her lips for a kiss. Osamu pecked her lips quickly and turned towards you.

“Hey, I’m Osamu,” he greeted, smiling widely at you. Your heart skipped. “I heard ya like umeboshi onigiri so I made you some.”

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to finally meet ya,” Osamu said. “Was starting to think ya were avoiding me!”

“More like she was avoiding me,” your mom said. “She was always a daddy’s girl.”

“Oh?” Osamu asked, looking at you. Your cheeks burned. “Well, I’d never try to replace yer dad, but if ya ever need some daddy/daughter time, I’m here for ya.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something stupid. 

“I really appreciate that,” you said. 

“Oh, I’m so glad you two are getting along already!” Your mom squealed. She carried the takoyaki to the table and smiled as she sat down. “Dinner is finally ready.”

“Itadakimasu,” you mumbled, already loading your plate up with onigiri and the other food on the table. 

“So, how is university going?” Your mom asked. 

You shrugged as you slurped up some noodles. “It’s going. Made nationals.”

“Oh? What sport do ya play? I don’t think yer mom ever mentioned,” Osamu said. You rolled your eyes. Of course she hadn’t mentioned volleyball, it wasn’t like you’d been playing since elementary school or anything.

“Volleyball,” you said. “I was on the Niiyama girls team in high school. Hoping to go pro after uni.”

“Volleyball? I played in high school! My brother, Atsumu, and I were on the Inarizaki team,” Osamu exclaimed. 

“Not Miya Atsumu, right?” You asked, excitedly. “MSBY Black Jackals Miya Atsumu?”

“The very one!” Osamu said.

“No way! They’re my favourite team! I have a signed poster in my room, it’s my prized possession!” I exclaimed. “I heard a few members are going to the Olympics this year.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she plays volleyball,” Osamu said, glancing at your mom.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” your mom said.

“We should go to a game sometimes,” Osamu said. “I can get an extra ticket to the MSBY, Adlers game later this week.”

“That sounds great!” You said, smiling widely.

Your mom ate in relative silence as you and Osamu traded stories about your volleyball times, only ever inputting something every once in a while. After dinner, Osamu found a Sendai Frogs match. 

“I’m currently in the nation’s top 3 setters,” you said, proudly. “I’m number two behind Takao Michi.”

“I’ll have to start coming to yer games,” Osamu said. “See ya in action.”

“I’d like that,” you said, honestly. 

“Why don’t ya come to work with me tomorrow? I can introduce ya to a few of my friends that are in town,” Osamu said.

“Absolutely,” you said.

“Don’t get me wrong though, I’m putting ya to work while yer there,” Osamu said. Your mom yawned.

“You all have me worn out from all this volleyball talk,” she said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Night, mom,” you said as she stood up.

“Osamu?” She questioned, turning back to glance at him.

“Oh, we’re going to stay up a bit longer,” he said. “The Schweinden Adlers have a match after the Frogs.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Osamu waited until you heard the bedroom door click shut before speaking.

“I know this is probably too much information about yer mom but she must think I’m some sex robot,” Osamu said, huffing. “A guy can only do so much.”

You crinkled your nose. “Gross, I did not need to know that.” You tried to hold steady but laughter bubbled up through your lips. Osamu laughed loudly and you joined him, holding your gut with how hard you were laughing.

“We need- we need to be- to be quiet!” Osamu laughed. “She’s trying to- tryin’ to sleep.”

You giggled a few more times before quieting down.

“So, how old are ya?” Osamu asked, standing up. “Old enough for a beer?”

“I’m twenty-one,” you said. “Old enough for a beer.”

“We got wine coolers if ya would rather have that,” Osamu said, stepping into the kitchen.

“Please,” you said. “So, how old are you? Can’t help but notice you’re quite a bit younger than my mom.”

“Twenty-five, twenty-six in October,” he said, grabbing a beer and a wine cooler out of the fridge.

“Follow up question,” you said, “and I don’t mean any offence, I’m sure she’s great in some ways, but why my mom? I mean, surely there’s no shortage of people your age that are wanting you.”

Osamu took a long drink from his beer before answering. “Ask me after I’ve drunk a few of these.”

You pursed your lips and took a sip of your fruity drink. “Fine,” you said. “Then let’s play a game. Every time the Adlers score, I’ll ask you a question and every time the Tachibana Red Falcons score, you get to ask me a question.”

“Deal,” Osamu said.

“Oh! Score!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Another untouchable spike by Ushiwaka!”

“Shush, yer mom,” Osamu giggled. You rolled your eyes and chugged the rest of your fifth drink.

“You shush, it’s my turn,” you said, plopping down on the couch next to Osamu. “So, now tell me,” You hiccupped. “My bad. Now tell me, why my mom? Why not someone your age? Because I’m gonna- I’m gonna be honest, you’re hot and my mom is, like, she’s not, like, ugly, but, like, she’s, like, fifty.”

“I could just like cougars,” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes and popped the top on your next drink.

“Tell the, the truth, ‘Samu,” you slurred. 

“Fine, but this stays between us, as best friends,” he said.

“Bee ef efs,” you slurred.

“Yer mom helped fund my restaurant,” he said. “So, I felt bad. She’s so nice and sweet. So, I married her.”

“Now you have a step kid that’s only four years younger than you,” you said. 

“Yeah, she didn’t really mention ya before we got married,” he said. Osamu leaned in close to you. “She didn’t mention how attractive ya were either.”

Your cheeks flushed. You turned your head away from him, looking back to the television.

“Oh, Falcons scored,” you said. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”

Osamu took a sip of his beer before speaking. “Why have ya been avoidin’ yer mom?”

You took a large gulp from your drink. “I haven’t been avoiding her,” you lied. Osamu blinked at you slowly. 

“Fine, fine!” You exclaimed. You sipped from your drink, then responded, “Mainly because she remarried so quickly after Dad died. And to someone only four years older than me. But we’ve never been close. She and I never really saw eye-to-eye. She was the love of my dad’s life and he was just another guy to her. Not to mention, she’s never been remotely interested in anything in my life, she’s always been so self-absorbed. I doubt she even knew I still played volleyball, that’s probably why she didn’t mention it to you.”

Osamu stayed silent as you chugged the remainder of your drink.

“I know it’s probably not comforting, but I’ll be there for ya if ya need me,” Osamu said. “Even if yer mom and I separate, I consider ya a friend now.”

Osamu’s words were oddly comforting. You nodded as you reached for yet another wine cooler. 

“I’m oddly comforted,” you said, popping the top easily. You fiddled with the top, thinking of what to say next.

“Another Falcons score,” Osamu said. “My turn again.”

“Question away,” you said. 

“Can’t think of any,” Osamu said. He yawned.

“Tired already?” You teased, elbowing him in the side. “Old man.”

“I’m twenty-five,” he argued, yawning again. “But I am going to bed. Let’s call a rain check on our game.”

“Deal,” you said, raising your bottle to him. “Might as well go to bed, too. Night, Samu.”

“Night, Y/n,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched out before padding down the hallway to your mom’s room. 

You sighed loudly once you heard the door click shut. You gulped down your drink. “Good going, Y/n. You finally found a guy you like and he’s your stepdad.”

You finished your drink before gathering all the empty bottles and cans, throwing them in the recycling before walking towards your room. You collapsed onto your unmade bed and passed out before your head hit the pillow. 

“Two salted salmon onigiri,” you said, placing the plate in front of the professional volleyball player. “And onion soup.”

“Go ahead and join them,” Osamu said, placing a few plates on the same table. “I’ll bring you out some umeboshi onigiri.”

“Thanks,” you said. You could barely contain your excitement as you took a seat between Miya Atsumu and Bokuto Koutarou.

“So, yer a setter?” Atsumu asked, taking a bite of his onigiri. You nodded.

“Number two in the nation,” you said.

“She’s better than you were, Tsumu!” Hinata Shoyo exclaimed. You smiled widely.

“In high school, I was ranked number one under nineteen in my second and third years,” you said. “I even got to play in the junior Olympics in high school. We only won silver, though.”

“We’re playing the Olympics this year,” Bokuto said. “And a few of our friends from the Adlers.”

“Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and Hoshimiumi Kourai?” You asked. “I’ve been keeping up with everyone considered for the Olympics.”

“Maybe you’ll be playing in the next Olympics,” Sakusa said. 

“That’s the goal,” you said, smiling. Osamu set a plate in front of you. “Thank you.”

“So our little star setter is here for the next week,” Osamu said, placing a strong hand on your shoulder. “We should play a game while she’s down, see how good she really is.”

“I’m game!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I wanna see those number two in the nation skills!”

“Probably nowhere near the level of you guys,” you said.

“We do have a few years on ya,” Atsumu said, ruffling your hair. 

“Literally only four,” you said, fixing your hair.

“Leave the kid alone, Tsumu,” Osamu said.

“Hey, she’s my niece now, I reserve the right to tease her,” Atsumu said.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you teased.

“That’s right, Uncle Tsumu and Daddy Samu,” Atsumu said. 

Your stomach flipped as the MSBY boys laughed. Osamu looked down at you and winked. You clenched your thighs together.

“All right, quiet down before ya disturb my payin’ guests,” Osamu said. 

“Lunch on Samu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Once yer finished, I want ya back in the kitchen,” Osamu said. He rubbed your back before walking into the kitchen.

“So, you plan on going professional after university?” Bokuto asked.

You nodded as the table fell into casual conversation.

“I already have offers to go play in France and Brazil,” you said, taking a bite of your onigiri.

“Brazil is fantastic,” Hinata said. “I played there for a while.”

“You liked it? I’ve been debating back and forth between the two. Can’t decide which one I would enjoy more,” you said. “Does Brazil have good food?”

“The best! Unless you’re looking for Japanese food,” Hinata said. “There’s no good Japanese food.”

“Noted,” you said, smiling.

“What are you studying in school?” Sakusa asked.

“Education,” you said. “If volleyball doesn’t work out I want to teach Japanese in another country.”

“Smart,” Sakusa said.

“So, any boyfriends? Girlfriends? Significant others?” Atsumu asked.

You laughed. “With what time?”

“Oh, come on, there has to be someone!” Atsumu exclaimed. “We all find time for a lil’ somethin’.”

“There was a girl,” you admitted. “On my volleyball team, but we both cared more about volleyball than each other.”

“Any crushes?” Bokuto asked. He winked at you and flexed his arms playfully.

You pursed your lips. “And why should I tell you if I do?”

“Because we’re all best friends now!” Hinata shouted, slamming his hand on the table. He ignored the looks from the other customers.

“There is this guy I have my eye on,” you said. “He’s tall, nice, and beefy as hell.”

“Ooo, tell us more,” Bokuto said.

You shook your head. “No use talking about him. He’s strictly off limits.”

“He’s gay,” Atsumu said, nodding his head.

“What?! No!” You laughed. “He’s taken.”

“Ah, university relationships aren’t always serious, you can probably still get him,” Hinata said, waving away your worries.

“He’s married,” you said. The boys all hissed in sympathy.

“Ask for a threesome,” Atsumu said. Your face must’ve shown your disgust because the boys all laughed at you.

“She must be ugly,” Bokuto said.

“We don’t get along the best,” you said. You sighed as you looked down at your empty plate.

“Better get to work before Daddy Samu grounds you,” Atsumu teased.

You rolled your eyes, but stood up. 

“It was nice meeting you guys,” you said. “I hope we can get a game together before I leave.”

“Oh, we definitely will,” Bokuto said.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said, smiling. You waved bye to them as you entered the kitchen.

Osamu was leaned over the stove top, stirring a large pot of soup.

“Have fun?” He asked, wiping sweat off his brow with the towel thrown over his shoulder. You nodded.

“They were all super nice,” you said. “I feel like we’re actually friends now.”

“That’s good,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “Ya wanna start putting together a couple of onigiri?”

“No problem,” you said, washing your hands quickly. 

“We need five salted salmon and three umeboshi,” Osamu said. “And then out to table three.”

“Got it,” you said.

The rest of the day went by relatively quickly and smoothly. It was finally around midnight when the last customers finally left and you and Osamu could close down shop.

“Come into my office and I’ll show you how to count all the money,” Osamu said, locking the main doors. 

You followed him into his small office. 

“Okay, whenever you count the money, make sure the door is closed and locked behind you,” Osamu said, closing the door behind him. 

You held your breath as he slowly slid past you, your chest brushing against his.

“A lil’ cramped in here, sorry,” Osamu said, sitting at his desk.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, sitting in the folding chair next to him.

“So, d’ya have a good day?” Osamu asked, casually thumbing through bills.

You nodded. “It was good! It was nice meeting your friends. I really liked them.”

“Ooo, any of ‘em catch yer eye?” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes.

“I already have my eye on someone,” you said.

“Oh?” Osamu questioned.

“He’s taken though,” you said. “Strictly off limits.”

“Ask for a threesome,” he said.

You laughed loudly. “Funny, Atsumu said the same thing. But no, I don’t get along with his wife.”

“Wife? That sucks,” he said, placing a wad of cash in an envelope. 

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Well, I, for one, think yer a catch,” Osamu said, sealing the envelope. “Anyone would be lucky to have ya.”

“Thanks, Samu,” you said, face burning. He patted your thigh.

“Anytime, princess,” Osamu said. You clenched your thighs together at the new nickname. “Well, we’re all done here, let’s get home.”

You trailed after him like a lost puppy as he double checked all the appliances were off and flipping the lights off.

You shivered as you stepped into the cool, night air. 

“Cold?” Osamu asked, already peeling off his Onigiri Miya hoodie.

“Yeah, a little,” you said, gladly taking the hoodie from him. You tugged it over your head and breathed deeply. “Smells good. Half expected it to smell like onigiri.”

“It will soon,” Osamu said, smiling. “It’s new. Just got the shipment in last week.”

“I’ll have to get one,” you said.

“Keep it,” Osamu said. “Ya look cute in it.”

You blushed deeply. You bumped his shoulder with yours gently.

“It’s like, way too big,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “Oversized is in. Besides, I thought girls loved to steal guys’ hoodies.”

“Yeah, guys they like,” you said.

“Well, ya took it from me,” Osamu said, bumping your shoulder. “Ya must like me a little.”

“Whatever,” you said, cheeks burning. Osamu laughed.

“Someone has a crush!” He sang.

“Shut up! I don’t have a crush on you,” you said.

“Ya did call me hot last night,” he said.

“I was drunk, so it doesn’t count,” you said. He rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Ya have a crush on me, just admit it,” Osamu said. “I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise.”

“You’re my stepdad, in case you forgot,” you replied. “That’s basically incest, isn’t it?”

“So ya admit it?” Osamu asked. You shoved him playfully.

“I actually have a crush on Atsumu,” you said. “He’s the hotter twin.”

Osamu pushed you into an alley and caged you against the cool bricks of a building.

“Oh?” Osamu said. “Ya think Atsumu is the hotter twin?”

You nodded slowly as Osamu looked down at you.

“It’s the hair,” you squeaked.

“Oh, yeah, forgot that girls love a guy who doesn’t know what toner is,” Osamu said, leaning down. “I think yer lying.” His nose was nearly touching yours.

“I’m not,” you mumbled. Osamu’s hands moved from either side of your head to your hips. 

“You are,” Osamu whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You shivered.

“And if I am?” You asked.

“I don’t like bad girls,” Osamu said. “Lying is grounds for punishment.”

“Punishment?” You asked.

“I’d bend ya over my knee and spank ya until ya begged for mercy,” he said. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“It’s a good thing I’m not lying, then,” you said. By now, Osamu’s lips were nearly against yours, so close you could feel the heat from his breath on your lips.

Osamu ground his hips against yours, firmly pressing his hard on against you.

You bit your lip and glanced down. His cock was straining against his jeans, eager to be released.

“Tell the truth and I’ll think about not putting ya over my knee,” Osamu said, lips softly brushing against yours. 

“You’re the hotter twin,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “And I have a crush on you. And I want you to fuck me in this alley.”

“There we go,” Osamu said. He finally kissed you roughly, like he wanted to devour you. You moaned as he ground against you.

“Samu,” you moaned, pulling back. He wasted no time, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about pushin’ this lil’ skirt up all day,” he growled, pushing your skirt up around your waist, revealing the pretty pink lace of your underwear. 

“Please,” you gasped as he shoved his jeans and underwear down, releasing his cock. You nearly moaned at the sight of it, long and thick and leaking precum from the swollen tip.

“Gonna wreck this cute little cunt,” Osamu said, tugging your underwear down and letting them fall to the ground. He dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing your clit and hole.

“Is- Is that a piercing I feel?” You asked, feeling cool metal against your warm folds.

“I’ll give ya a closer look later,” he said, teasingly pushing the tip in and out of your hole. “Wanna be in ya now.”

“Fill me up, please, Samu,” you begged, digging your fingernails into his skin. Your walls fluttered around nothing as he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” he muttered, lining his cock up with your hole. “Beg for my cock, princess.”

“Please, please, please!” You cried. “Want your cock in me, need it! Please, Samu, want you to fill me up.”

“Of course, baby girl, anything for my princess,” Osamu said, kissing you softly. He rutted his hips up into you, stretching you out suddenly.

You moaned loudly and let your head fall on Osamu's broad shoulder. 

“So big,” you moaned. “Hurts.”

“Shh, shh, yer takin’ me so well, baby,” Osamu said. “Squeezin’ me so tight, wanna bust just bein’ in ya.”

You whimpered as Osamu slowly pulled out. He pushed back in slowly, giving you time to adjust to each inch. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until the swollen tip was kissing your cervix.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna ruin ya.” Osamu pulled out until just the tip was in and slammed back into you.

You gasped loudly as his cock breached your cervix, going deeper than anything had ever been in you and stretching you more than anything ever had.

“Samu!” You cried, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the nape of his neck. “Fuck, harder, please!”

“Feel that, baby? I’m so deep in ya,” Osamu said. “Fuckin’ past your cervix, yeah?”

You nodded as you bit back your moans as Osamu pounded into you. You buried your head into his shoulder and bit down, quieting your too loud moans.

“Next time, ‘m gonna have ya somewhere ya can be loud as ya want,” Osamu grunted. “Wanna hear yer pretty, little moans.”

You let out a soft moan in his ear and he snapped his hips up harder into you.

“Ah, Samu,” you moaned, struggling to keep your volume down. “Gonna cum.”

He pinched your clit as you gushed around his cock. You looked down to where your bodies met and watched as your juices leaked down his cock, dripping on his heavy balls. You moaned.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” he growled lowly. “Come ‘ere.”

He pulled your head up by your hair and squeezed your cheeks until your mouth fell open, tongue lolling out. He gathered spit in his mouth and spat it on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” he said. He kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth and sucking your tongue. He kissed you messily, spit running down your chin and a thin strand of it connecting you two when he finally pulled back. 

“Such a messy, little slut,” he said, slamming his hips against yours. “Taking my spit so well. Gonna take my cum like that?”

You nodded, unable to speak beyond gasps and moans as his cock abused your cunt.

“Can’t speak? Fucked ya dumb, huh?” Osamu asked. He chuckled. “My cock makin’ ya dumb, little baby?”

You whined. God, you wanted him to fill you up so bad. 

“Cum. Inside.” You gasped out.

“Oh? Want me t’ breed ya? Make ya big and swollen with my baby?” Osamu asked, hips moving faster.

You nodded furiously. He rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles.

“Cream ‘round my cock one more time, baby,” he grunted. 

“Samu!” You exclaimed. Your stomach tightened as your walls fluttered like crazy.

“Yeah? Gonna cum again for me?” Osamu asked. You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach snapped.

“Fill me up, please!” You moaned as you came. Osamu’s hips stuttered as he pushed into you deeply before painting your womb white. You cried out, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he moaned.

“Fuck, yer still so tight around my cock,” he hissed. Your walls fluttered. “Perfect little cunt, princess. Milkin’ me dry like a good girl.”

You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Your legs went limp, falling from his waist.

“Can’t stand,” you mumbled, legs shaking with the weak attempt you made. Osamu held you up as he pulled his pants back up and pulled your panties back on.

“Come here, baby,” he said, swooping you up bridal style. “Let’s go home, princess.”

You nodded lamely as he carried you. You must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you heard was Osamu talking to your mother.

“She was practically dead on her feet,” Osamu said. “Fell asleep while I was counting the money.”

“You could’ve called, I would’ve brought the car,” your mom said. You felt Osamu shrug.

“It was no problem,” Osamu said. 

“Well, go lay her down in her bed,” your mom said. “Then maybe she’ll be out for the rest of the night.” You frowned at her suggestive tone and cuddled deeper into Osamu’s chest.

“I’ll go lay her down,” Osamu said. He carried you down the hall and entered your bedroom carefully.

As he laid you down, you grabbed his arm and whined, “Don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I gotta go to my own bed.”

“Don’t- Don’t fuck her,” you mumbled. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he said, softly brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s only you from now on.” You nodded. Osamu kissed your forehead before leaving you alone.

You blinked once, twice, before you were asleep.

[jungle-angel]

(My wifi went out when I was originally was sending this so I hope it’s not a repeat)

FRIEND!!! I reread all your work and it never gets old. Like *chefs kiss* lemme get seconds and thirds type vibe.

Love and smut prompts? You are too good to us 😭. So if I say…. Coyote and 18.Babe, please? Just this once? I’m horny….

Go as wild as you want friend

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YES!!!!!! My dear, thank you so much, I love when people love my work!!!! I'd be more than happy to bring out the Coyote content no matter what (lol)

Another obscenely hot night at the Hard Deck and the place was packed. Every window in the place had been opened, the air conditioning going full blast, but there was still the lingering heat that just wouldn't leave. You left the cooler in the back, hoping to get back to the bar as quick as possible until you crossed paths with your husband.

"Babes you ok?" he asked, noticing the pained expression on your face.

"It's so fucking hot," you groaned.

"Ok you know what you need?" Coyote asked. "Here, follow me."

He took you to the back and led you to the unisex bathroom, carefully looking behind him to make sure nobody had spotted or followed you. He turned on the water, taking an old bandana from his back pocket and soaked it under the cold water before putting it on the back of your neck.

"Feels so good," you sighed.

"Feel better baby?" he asked.

"Hell yeah I do," you said before you leaned in and kissed him.

It was nice and cool in there, albeit, not the greatest place in the world, but cool enough to keep the heat away. The kissing soon got a little more intense as you and Coyote backed against the wall, your hands pawing across each other. Your hand instinctively tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, running up the bare skin of his side and up to his ribs before you suddenly broke away.

"Babes you ok?" Coyote asked.

"We shouldn't be doing this here."

"Shit," Coyote said. "Please? Just this once?"

"Javy....."

"Babes I've been thinkin about you non-stop all week," he explained. "Every time I get up in that plane and I look at that sexy photo of you on my dash, all I can think about is the dirty shit we do at home."

Something clicked in the back of your brain. You and Javy had been married for a year and a half and had been experimenting with new ways to spice things up in the bedroom. The thought of doing it in a place like this thought, that was a bit out of the ordinary.

"Well......."

"Babe please just this once? I'm so fuckin horny!"

You pushed in a bit closer, moving one leg flush against his hip. "Just remember that we have to shower afterwards."

The laugh that escaped Javy's throat was as devilish as the grin that crawled across his face. He pushed you against the wall, your hands roaming as you moved to undo his belt.

You nipped and bit at each other's necks, your movements frantic, needy and urgent as one article of clothing after another dropped to the floor. Hastily, you pressed the lock on the door handle before your hands moved back to your husband.

Everything became a blurry whirlwind of gasping, moaning and breathless words that, thankfully, nobody else could hear. You became completely oblivious as Javy's thrusting became more frantic by the second, the heat between the two of you as unreal as even the most intense fever dreams. You didn't even realize it was over until you were both gasping for breath.

"Holy, fucking shit," Javy groaned, leaning his face into your neck.

"You know," you said. "If you're up for round two, there's always the Toyota."

"Deal!" Javy said. "Just gimme a minute thought."

You laughed as you kissed the side of his head. "Take as long as you need."

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 4

PARTY!!!!!! Jax isn't a dirty cheater in this and he actually loved Wendy. It's a short one this time around, the weather is making me feel pretty shitty and I still have uni work to do. I'm going to try and get a better one out in the next two days.

Part 3

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Warnings: Mentions of drug use.

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A Club party is something to behold.

"You know how I feel about parties, Sammy." Sam had been begging you to come to a Friday night party since you arrived in Charming, you weren't interested.

"At least come by the Clubhouse from lunch?" for a man so large he was very good at puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, but you owe me."

****

"Is that y/n?" They couldn't see you through your car's tinted windows of you car but your Brother had mentioned that you both had a thing for classic cars.

Surely enough, you climbed out of your 1965 Mustang and walked over to say hello to your Brother.

"Lunch?" You held up a cooler bag.

"I bought enough muffins for everyone."

"Of course you did, you know you don't need to bribe my friends into liking you." Bobby laughed and took the bag from your hands to put it on the picnic table.

"Don't listened to him Love, you can always buy our affections."

"Did you make these ones?" Jax's mouth was already half full.

"No, not these ones. They're from a little bakery on my way to work." that didn't seem to matter, you were cleaned out by the time you and Sam were almost done with your hot food.

"Are you coming to the party on Friday?" Juice sounded hopeful.

"No, I'm not a party person." You were telling the truth, you hated parties, even the fancy ones you had to go to for work.

"That's a shame, I was looking forward to seeing it you could hold you liquor as well as Sam says you can." You gave your Brother a look.

Really?

"I've told Samuel he shouldn't boast, it's rude." You knew Sam couldn't help it, he wanted everyone to know how cool he thought you were.

"I bet you I can get you there." Jax was as cocky as ever.

"What's your wager?"

"You're used to finding dead bodies, how hard can it be to find a tool in the shop?" You knew you shouldn't have said yes, but you betting with cash is boring and you didn't Jax think could plan so fast.

"If you don't find it in time you have to come to the party."

You were going to lose, you made sure he didn't cheat so it had to be here somewhere.

"Ah ha! Here is it." it was behind one of the cabinets.

"Sorry Darlin, you're about four seconds too late." You wanted to punch the smugness of his pretty face.

"I will uphold my end, If I don't see you before then, you'll see me of Friday."

Dick

Friday afternoon

"What exactly am I meant to wear to one of these.....gatherings?" Sam looked at you like you had three heads.

"Jeans and a T-shirt, you dork." That made sense.

"Should behave a certain way?" Sam shook his head at you.

"Just be you y/n. It's not like you're an alien, you're actually quite pleasant to be around." Sam had always been the more social one, he had a much easier time with people than you.

"I wouldn't be so sure Little Brother." You knew you might have trouble fitting in, you always felt a little out of place. But you knew your Brother would do his best to help you.

"Don't be silly, they already really like you or they wouldn't have tried so hard to get you there tonight." He was right, you were going to be here for the foreseeable future so you might as well make the best of it.

****

"You came!" Jax was hugging you again, he was good at it.

"Of course, I came Jackson, my word is my bond." Jax shook his head, you were really strange.

"Can I get you a beer?" You shook your head and waved your hand at him.

"No, thank you, I'll be driving home tonight." Jax dropped the subject but stayed with you.

"How do you like the new job?" Sam must have said something.

"It's been fun, a lot easier than the last few years but I'm not happy about having to work with the Fuzz." Jax could hear the anger in your voice.

"You really don't like cops, do you?" the expression on your face said it all.

"Not one bit, I've never met one I'd feed. I've met some alright Feds, but that's rare, and I won't be working with them." You continued.

"I'm just hoping it doesn't take over the work I was actually hired to do, I love taking the school kids on the grand tour. You should see the looks of their faces when I tell them we're going to explore the back rooms." Jax's smile reflected yours.

"Do you want kids?" You weren't sure about the direction of the conversation but you chose to take Sam's lead and be a bit less private.

"Someday, I hope. With the right person of course. Do you?" Jax nodded.

"Yeah, not right now though." He seemed kind of sad.

"You seemed unsure, I don't mean to overstep but is something on your mind?" Against his better judgment, he decided to open up, for some reason, he knew you would listen.

"I don't know how much Sam has told you but my wife Weddy has some problems, I love her so much but I can't see her being a good Mother." Sam hasn't told you much, but you were putting the pieces together.

"What's the relapse rate for meth?" What a strange question.

"Around 60%, does someone you know need some help?"

"No, I just wanted to confirm something, thank you."

You looked sincerely at Jax.

"He hasn't told me much but is your wife a Methamphetamine user? Jax pressed his lips together in a silent yes.

"Well then, you are a decent person for sticking by her, but that doesn't mean you should neglect yourself either." You took a deep breath before moving on.

"If you like, I can ask around and see if there are any new treatments available?"

"Thank you."

****

You spent the rest of the night talking to Jax, it felt like you could talk to him about anything and you often found yourself pulling back to avoid giving too much away.

He was a good listener and he never made you feel like he didn't care what you were saying. By the end of the night, you were sad to say goodbye, leaving Jax at the Clubhouse felt like leaving an old friend old friend for a long voyage.

"I think I'll put on dinner again, maybe just for you, your Mum, and your Stepfather? I enjoyed having everyone over and some of the vegetables are ready to harvest so I think it will be a nice way to ring in the new garden." Jax smiled like he had won the lottery.

"That would be great Darlin, how does Sunday sound?" you cast Jax a soft smile.

"Sunday is great."

Part 5

[fantasy-innit]

high | wilbur soot x reader

first one shot! enjoy!

tw, smoking and drinking

DONT HATE I HAVENT WRITTEN IN MONTHS PLS LMAO

words: 1222

cc!wilbur x non cc!reader

gn!reader

2am- brighton, england.

a pearly pool of water splashed around wilbur’s grey sneakers, soaking his white socks into an uncomfortable slush around his feet. he shielded his body from the rain with a black, compact umbrella and a maroon, zip-up sweatshirt he picked up before he left.

wilbur was adorned with only a yellow t-shirt and track pants, the yellow now a deep mustard with water seeping through to his chest. his soft coils flattened against his forehead as he tore his body through the nocturnal winds.

what was supposed to be a tipsy, middle of the night walk, turned into a search for shelter- this rain wasn’t going to get better. 

wilbur searched his brain, thinking of someone’s place he could wait the rain out in- he needed someone who was awake at 2:13 AM. 

the only person he could think of was y/n, his friend who was studying at the university of brighton. it was a quick walk to their dorm, and there wasn’t a doubt in wilbur’s mind that they weren’t awake.

y/n had been in his life for so long- he had always admired their caring personality that never failed to make him smile. they are my soulmate. the only person i feel like i can be myself around.

wilbur found an awning to stand under and sighed, pulling out his phone, finding their contact and calling anxiously.

“yo, wil? whats upppp?” they smiled through the phone. y/n sat at their desk studying for their english exam with music running through their headphones and into their ears.

wilbur laughed quietly. “im near your dorms, its pouring, please let me in.”

“did you even try to check the weather?”

“its not my fault i indulge on a cherry vodka every once in a while! the thing is that i’m a tad intoxicated and i would loveeee if i could come over for a bit and dry off.”

y/n rolled their eyes and closed their spiral notebook that was labeled ‘english :)’ and slipped on a pair of slippers. “ok, im coming down to let you in. be here quick.”

they hung up and wilbur quickly ran to their dorm complex, he had been there plenty and knew where it was even if he was under the influence.

he pounded on the glass door that could only be unlocked with a keycard, scaring y/n who was standing on the other side of the door scrolling on their phone.

they opened the door and stared at him. “wil you are a mess. i have a shirt you can change into, but your out of luck in the trousers department. you can sit on one of my bath towels. don’t you dare get naked again.”

“dude that was like 6th form... let it go....” he joked.

y/n puffed out a sigh. “i’ll let it go when the trauma goes away.”

“that was a fun time, though.” wilbur said, walking alongside y/n on the way to their dorm room. “that was the first time we drank together i think.”

“yeah,” they smiled, sarcastically. “that’s also where my smoking addiction started!”

wilbur laughed. “you’re still on that?”

“well i wouldn’t call it an addiction. its more of a social thing.”

“speaking of social...” wilbur trailed.

y/n furrowed their eyebrows at him as they unlocked their dorm room with their key. “what does that mean?”

“its a friday night. shouldn’t you be.. partying? like every other uni student on a friday?”

they smiled and grabbed a towel from their closet and setting on one side of their bed for wilbur. “well my roommate is down at a club or something so i decided i would take this time to study up. guess i wont be doing that. want a drink?”

“sure. what’ve you got?” wilbur asked as he grabbed a sweatshirt from your closet, turned around and slipped off his shirt. he threw the sweatshirt over his head and sat on the towel y/n placed for him.

they opened their mini fridge and examined the drinks on the bottom shelf. “i got a 6 pack of stella and a 6 pack of wine coolers. your choice.”

wilbur smiled, and pointed to the wine cooler. “you know im not a beer man.”

“that makes one of us!” they laughed, grabbed a bottle opener and popped open his wine cooler. they cracked the tab of their drink and took a few cold sips.

“well now that this is a social thing, you got anything?”

y/n rummaged into their desk drawer. “pre rolled, the way you like it.”

“i just cant roll, okay?”

“yeah..” y/n laughed and opened their window.

the night went on, the two smoking and drinking inside of y/ns cozy dorm.

the warm smoke drew into y/n’s lungs, and they enjoyed it. they had missed wilbur’s company, even if they had only not seen him for a few days.

“look, y/n- tonight has been amazing. but i have to ask- what are we?”

y/n turned their head and put out their joint, their ceramic ash tray filling up even more. they mumbled, “i dont know. what do you want?”

“i dont know. but i know for a fact that this isn’t the wine coolers talking. you’re such a puzzle, y/n. i can never figure you out. some days you love me, some days were just like two best friends.”

y/n looked at their feet. “i don’t know. i think it’s obvious that i like you but i  guess im just scared to commit. what if we dont work out? what if you find someone new? ive always felt inferior to you, especially now with all your fucking followers..” they laughed quietly, but sighed.

“you are the only person that makes me feel worthy of anything, y/n. no matter what i’m going through, i can go to you.”

y/n chuckled and grabbed the joint from in between wilburs fingers. they drew from it and smoke sprawled through the air.

“so beautiful even when you’re abusing drugs.” wilbur joked

“don’t even start that, wil...” they laughed and rested their head on his shoulder.

wilbur fiddled with his fingers. “i think you’re the one- i really do.”

“you’re crazy.”

“i dont care! please, can we just give this a shot? if it doesn’t work it, which it will work out, we can still be friends. just.. please.”

“...” y/n thought, passing the joint back to wilbur. “fine. fine.”

wilbur put the joint in the ashtray, smoke still in his lungs. he whisked it out and turned to them. “so does this mean-”

y/n grabbed the collar of the sweatshirt, pulling it in. “this is definitely the beer talking.”

“i dont care.” wilbur softly took their cheek into his hand and pulled them into his lips.

for the first time, wilbur felt love in a kiss. as if it had been stored in their throat and jetted into his as they kissed, like no feeling he had felt before, he pulled away and flopped backwards onto their bed.

“wow. i cant believe i just confessed my undying love for you under the influence of like 4 wine coolers.” wilbur laughed as he observed the small cracks in the dorm ceiling.

y/n laid down next to him, staring up at the ceiling as well. “maybe you’re just a light weight”

[metalbuckaroo]

Birthday

Summary: Toby invites Bucky to his 11th birthday party.

Warnings: good bit of sexual tension, rude ass parent, cursing, I think that's it???

AU: Babysitter!Bucky x Fem!Reader

AN: I waited soo long to finish this that I couldn't remember exactly what I'd planned for it, so I winged half of it.

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Moodboard by @bucksdolll

"Toby seems to be warming up to the temporary pretty well." One of the Moms whispered to yours. "Bucky? He's a sweetheart. Isn't he, dear?"

You looked away from where Bucky was being swarmed by the younger kids and a couple of their older sisters you'd went to high school with; your mom giving you a sweet smile. "A big softie."

"He's great with Toby, and is sweet on a little miss someone." She grinned, poking your side as you got two bottles of water from the cooler. "Well, aren't you lucky." One of the other mom's chided. "Extremely."

"Go save him, poor boy looks like he's ready to combust." Your mom sighed, fixing a few things on the table that held cake and various types of snacks.

Turning on your heels, you went to where he was stood letting Toby babble on about his arm. "Can I borrow you for a sec?"

Bucky gave a bright smile and nodded, letting you guide him to the open back door. "I think he's have a good time showing off his super cool babysitter." You teased, handing him some extra drinks for the cooler. "Does he ever run out of energy?"

Shaking your head, you looked over the way the dark blue t-shirt clung to his skin, the dips of his muscular torso visible even through the wet fabric. "You're not gonna take that off are ya." You said, tugging the hem.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. "Nothing wrong with being a little modest, Buck." You smiled, noticing how he chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Don't wanna, uh, scare a bunch of kids."

"Or have their dads chasing you down because, the wives are gawking at you." You said, scrunching your nose up at him. He breathed a laugh and shook his head again, leaning down to peck a simple kiss to your lips. "Yeah. I don't think that's gonna happen."

After presents were opened and cake was ate, you and Bucky hid away in the kitchen again for a few moments away from the crowd of kids and parents. "You look beautiful, sunshine." He said, adjusting the thin strap of your dress. "Don't look too bad yourself, Buck."

Your fingers wrapped around the cool metal of his dog tags, tugging them so he'd lean down; his lips ghosting across yours when he turned his head to the opening back door.

"James! There you are." Your mom breathed, pulling the door shut behind her. "Mallory just extended her vacation for another 3 weeks. Please, tell me you're available?" She clasped her hands together and gave him pleading eyes.

"Yeah, of course." Bucky smiled, nodding his head. "Great, perfect. A few of Toby's friends are staying, so I hope they don't bother you too much." She said, looking to you.

"I'm sure Bucky wouldn't mind staying to help, right?" You looked up at him, patting his chest lightly. His eyebrows raised and he nodded, swallowing thickly. "I'll stay."

"Miranda, I've been looking for you." Darlene, one of the most judgemental moms, said, Toby and her son following in behind her. "I've been meaning to ask you- where's Matthew? Shouldn't he be here instead of-" She stopped when she saw Bucky, still standing very close to you.

"He had work." Your mom said with a forced smile. "No wonder it didn't work out, that's all he thinks about." Darlene said clicking her tongue. "Now, you're stuck having to pay a babysitter who-"

"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there. Toby, go play outside." Bucky looked down at your hard expression, putting his hand on Toby's shoulder to walk with him into the backyard. "That's not an appropriate thing to talk about at a kid's birthday party. He is eleven, he doesn't need to know why his dad didn't show up."

"It's just- this new babysitter of yours is so-"

"Sweet? Shy, handsome, good with kids? If none of those are what you are about to say, then don't say it." She looked at you dumbfounded, glancing at your mom. "You're not gonna let her talk like this are you?"

Your mom shrugged, leaning against the kitchen counter. "She's grown. I don't dictate what she says. Besides, she's right."

"Unbelievable."

As the families dispersed, going home once the sun started to set, your mom looking exhausted as she cleaned the kitchen. "I've got it, go on to bed. You've had your stress fill for the day."

She gave you a soft thank you before shuffling away to the hallway, Bucky walking in from the chaos filled living room. "Make it out alive?" You teased, picking up the trash that littered the counter. "Barely. Need help?"

His hand rested on the small of your back, pink tinting his cheeks. "You could move the couch for me? Put this to use." You teased, fingertips running up the dark metal of his left arm before wrapping around his wrist.

You finished cleaning the kitchen and went to check on the state of the living room; Bucky laying out the blankets and pillows on the floor for the kids.

"Can we watch Nightmare on Elm Street?" Toby asked, looking up at you with hopeful eyes as you picked up the remote. "No, it's too scary for you." You said, clicking through the movie selections. "Please?"

Bucky chuckled when you rolled your eyes and nodded. "One scream out of any of you and I'm switching it to lullabies."

It didn't take long.

Not even 30 minutes into the movie you were switching it to Toy Story, ignoring the protests that sounded from them.

Another 30 minutes and they were all passed out, sprawled out on the blankets and snoring as you tugged Bucky with you to the kitchen.

"Knew that was gonna happen." You said, breathing a laugh and lifting yourself onto the counter.

Bucky moved to stand in front of you, your knees parting on instinct to let him stand between them. "Steve said he'll have your car done in a couple days. Want me to take you back to your apartment tomorrow? So, you don't have to take the train."

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely; pulling his lips to yours. You all but melted completely in his touch, cool, smooth metal on your right thigh a beautiful contrast to the warm skin on your left.

"I'm so fucking lucky..." He muttered against your lips before pressing his tongue against yours.

"Ew, stop eating my sisters face." You breathed a laugh at Toby's tired voice, looking over your shoulder at him. "Whst are you doing up?" You teased, turning slightly to see him better. "You know I don't like to admit when you're right..."

You were getting restless. Wanting more every time you'd get near Bucky; more of the sweetness of his kiss and gentle, adoring touches.

But hwahented things taken slow. Which you fully understood; and with the group of kids in the front room, it wasn't going to go far anyways.

"Scared?" He nodded softly and you slid off of the counter. "Calm that down and come watch some tv." You smiled at Bucky, gesturing to the strain against his athletic shorts.

Bucky's face burned as he watched you usher Toby back into the living room, staying back for a moment before following.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this." Toby said, pointing a finger at Bucky that made him look to where you were holding the boy's hand from your spot, laid on the loveseat. "You're about as threatening as the neighbors ankle biter." Bucky retorted, sitting in the recliner.

You had turned some random TV show on, suddenly becoming extra quiet within an hour.

Bucky glanced from the screen to see you sleeping peacefully, Toby's hand barely hanging onto yours as Bucky stepped over one of the kids to grab the blanket from the back of the loveseat.

Gently laying it over you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek; biting back a smile when you subconsciously tilted your head to follow his lips.

There's always tomorrow.

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