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ichorai · 2 years

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sunlight ; jesse pinkman.

track thirteen of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; jesse pinkman x gn!reader

synopsis ; yellow was not a color he often saw in alaska. that was, until you came into his life.

words ; 4.2k

themes ; fluff, angst, slice of life, writer au

warnings / includes ; breaking bad & el camino spoilers, mentions of death/walter/drugs/the nazi group that imprisoned him, jesse is just Traumatized, reader is a sweetheart, jesse befriends a Cat <3

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The color yellow often resurfaced bad memories of his past. Yellow were the hazmat suits he wore with Walt when they cooked meth. Yellow were Jane’s bed sheets when she overdosed right next to him. Yellow were the broiling sands of New Mexico—a place he once called home.

Now that he was in Alaska, yellow was a color he scarcely ever saw. And for that he was glad. Mostly, it was white. With snow—with clouds. Maybe a dash of brown and grey here and there, alongside the occasional green once in a while.

It was quiet. Peaceful.

After everything, a bit of peace was all that Jesse needed.

That is, until you came along.

The first time he met you, you were decked out in an array of soft canary-hued clothes, certainly a sight that he wasn’t expecting at all. You were smiling brightly, so wide that it was a wonder your face hadn’t split into two. There was a basket in your hands, which held nothing other than around a dozen ripe lemons.

“Urm, hello?” Jesse hesitantly greeted, opening the door wider.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Sorry for dropping by all of a sudden—I live around five minutes away, and there’s barely anybody that lives near me other than grouchy old Bob, so when I found out someone had moved into this shabby little cabin, I just couldn’t help but stop by! Here, I got you a little house-warming gift. I hope you like lemons!” You held the basket out to him, still beaming ever so kindly.

Awkward, Jesse took the lemons from you, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ah, thanks. I’m Jared. Jared Driscoll.”

“Well, it’s really nice to meet you, Jared. Hope it’s not weird for me to say that it’s great to see a young face around,” you told him, rocking back on your heels. “Most people living around here are over sixty.”

Memories of Walter, Saul, and Mike flashed in the back of his mind, and he could nearly feel the physical pressure weighing down on his chest. He squared his jaw and pushed the thoughts away.

“Yeah,” replied Jesse, nodding. “Thanks again, for, uhm, these.”

He was just about to shut the door again, mentally smacking himself for being so tongue-tied, before you gently asked, “If you’re not doing anything tonight, I’d love to have you over for dinner. No pressure, though, I’d totally understand if you’d want to settle in first.”

No, was right on the tip of his tongue. No thanks, I’m a little busy with unpacking my stuff. I mean, I don’t have any stuff, but you don’t need to know that.

But the words caught in his throat. You looked so hopeful, your hands clasped behind you and your eyes wide with excitement. You were still smiling—how were you still smiling? His eyes darted down to your yellow cardigan rustling with the frigid Alaskan wind.

“Uhm, alright,” he replied, shooting you a tight smile that came off more like an uncomfortable grimace than anything, but at least he was trying.

Somehow, you seemed to brighten even more at his response.

“Cool, is seven okay with you? I still need to clean up a bit before dinner.”

Jesse nodded wordlessly, a strange, giddy warmth pooling into his abdomen—a feeling he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. It was excitement. Jesse couldn’t remember the last time he’d genuinely been excited for something.

“Alright, to get to my place, you just walk up the main road for a while, until you see a fork in the road—take a right, and walk for a bit, then you’ll see my house. In case you wanna make sure it’s my place, the mailbox has a pink handprint on it, but I doubt you’ll get confused—it’s not a very crowded neighborhood, huh?”

Jesse thanked you again as you left, smiling at you—genuinely, this time.

Two packs of crushed crackers were gripped within one of his hands. It was all he had in his pantry, and he didn’t know what the etiquette was like around here, so he brought them just to be safe.

There was a lot of yellow to your house. He caught sight of the lemon tree in the corner of your living room, situated right against a window for optimum sunlight. You had a pale yellow carpet beneath the dining table, and sheer curtains hanging over the window of the same shade. You even had a little white cat, who had wound around Jesse’s legs with a mewl, staring up at him with large amber eyes.

You apologized profusely, bending down to pick her up. “Sorry, she’s not usually this friendly around strangers. This is Yuki—means snow in Japanese.”

A smile itched at the corner of his lips. “No worries. I’m cool with cats. I, uh, I like her name.”

Seemingly relieved, you put Yuki back down, and ushered him to the table. In the center was a clear vase, holding a variety of ochre and purple wildflowers.

“Hope you’re alright with spaghetti—I’m not that great of a cook, but I make a mean spaghetti,” you said, grinning as you disappeared into the kitchen to brandish a large bowl of pasta. His stomach growled at the smell of marinara sauce—he couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent bowl of warm, homemade food.

“No, yeah, that’s great,” he reassured. Silence stretched between the two of you as you began to ladle heapfuls of the noodles onto his plate, making sure to add a generous helping of meatballs with it. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. “I haven’t had the chance to thank you, so… thanks.”

You grinned at him kindly, before sitting right across from him. “It’s no problem, I promise. To be honest, it gets really lonely here sometimes. I’m glad you moved in.”

Jesse could only give you a small smile in return, before digging into his food. It was better than anything he’d had in months, though it wasn’t much of a competition. The past few weeks had been nothing but stale sandwiches and tough jerky that wore out his jaw.

“This is really good,” he said around a mouthful of pasta, forgetting his tableside manners for a moment. You didn’t seem to mind, only beaming all the brighter.

“I’m glad! Wish I could grow my own fresh tomatoes to make the sauce with but—it’s almost always freezing cold here,” you chuckled lightly. You twirled some pasta over your fork. “Which is why I grow lemon trees—they can withstand the cold pretty well.”

“How long have you been living here?” asked Jesse, finding himself genuinely curious about you.

You hummed in thought. “Four years ago, I think. I just needed some peace and quiet—and where better than Alaska, you know? I’m a writer, see, and I used to think that I had to live in a bustling city to make connections and meet more people in the industry to be successful but… I don’t know, I think a part of me always felt trapped in a corner. I feel free here.”

“Yeah,” replied Jesse, distant. “I get that. So, uh, you’re a writer, huh? What do you write?”

“Short stories, mostly. Sometimes I dabble in longer novels, and sometimes I’ll dip my toe into nonfiction. Depends on what my publishers want from me and also what I personally want to write,” you said, before taking a sip of water. Blanching, you quickly added, “Oh, I’m so sorry, you’re my guest and I haven’t even asked a single thing about you. What about you? What’re you doing up in the middle of nowhere, Alaska, Jared?”

The new name felt so foreign—so strange coming from you. He wondered how it’d sound if you said his real name. Jesse.

At your question, a myriad of memories flashed into the front of his thoughts once more. Mike, Walt, Jane, Badger, Skinny Pete, the meth, the drugs, his parents…

He pursed his lips.

Sensing he was a bit uncomfortable, he was surprised when you only nodded in gentle understanding, quietly saying, “It’s alright. You don’t have to tell me. We all have our reasons.”

The reassuring smile that quirked the corner of your lips upward made his heart just a little heavier. You were just so… nice. It was a bit baffling. An extremely stark comparison to his time kept prisoner by the group of Nazis.

“You got space for dessert?” you queried, tilting your head in the most adorable of ways, snapping him out of his reverie just when the atmosphere began returning back to its original light-hearted state. “I made lemon pie!”

It took him a little under a month to fully settle in. His house was still sparse and relatively empty, but he’d bought a nice new couch to lay back on and a frumpy little lamp he had gotten for free at an antique store. The old lady that worked there had pinched his cheeks and given it to him for free, despite the crumpled bills he was just about to hand over.

She told him that she reminded her of her grandson, and insisted on giving it to him for no charge. Acquiescing, Jesse took it home with him. Who was he to turn down something free, anyway?

He’d gotten himself a job as a carpenter, building together new little cabins not far from where he lived for adventuring tourists or more old couples that would inevitably migrate here in search of some peace and quiet. Most of his free time was spent dillying in his house, reading random books he’d borrow from the musty little library in the small town (he was pleasantly surprised to find a collection of your works on one shelf)��or he’d find himself at your house, playing Scrabble with you, or listening to you ramble about your day, or babysitting your cat when you had to go off to meet with your publisher.

It was safe to say that he’d grown rather fond of you.

And that scared him. Rightfully so—the last two times he’d genuinely cared about someone… he’d lost both of them.

But that was in the past now. Jesse was trying to move forward. With you by his side, hopefully.

One of the benefits of being a carpenter was that he had a nearly infinite supply of spare wood on his hands. He’d been meaning to make you a little thank you gift for how nice you’d been to him his first few weeks in Alaska. He certainly hadn’t been expecting any sort of hospitality whatsoever before he’d arrived.

And so Jesse built you a little birdhouse. It was relatively small and admittedly not his most skillful craft, but he thought it wasn’t too shabby. He’d even stopped by a hardware store to grab some paint, and added a thin coat of light yellow to the outside of the birdhouse. The roof was colored a sweet shade of pink—he’d meant to color it red, but the crimson had accidentally mixed into the white on his brush, and he decided that the pink would look better, anyways.

The day after, he was on your doorstep, ringing the bell with an excited flutter to his stomach, rocking back and forth on his heels.

You swung the door open, smiling upon seeing him. He interestingly noted that you were wearing large yellow overalls, hair tied away from your face. You looked so darned cute—it made him clam up for a second and forget what he’d come here for.

“Hey!” you greeted, stepping to the side so he could amble in. “It’s nice to see you, I was literally just about to call you to ask if you wanted to watch a movie tonight, or something—ooh, whatcha got there?” Your eyes widened as you looked at the little wooden house cradled in his palms.

“It’s for you,” said Jesse, holding it out. “It’s a, uhm, a birdhouse.”

Your expression melted into one of pure affection, and you grinned impossibly wider, before surging forward and throwing your arms around him in a quick hug. Before he could even begin to think about reciprocating the embrace, you were already pulling away, holding the birdhouse up to eye-level to observe it closer. “Oh, my God, Jared, this is gorgeous—I can’t thank you enough. Did you make it yourself?”

Chuckling nervously, Jesse nodded an affirmative, scratching the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. “It was nothing, really. Just had some scrap wood.”

“I love it,” you told him. The words made warmth coil about the bones of his ribs, spreading down to the tips of his fingers and crawling up the skin of his neck. “Nobody’s ever made me something like that before! You’re really too sweet, Jared. I’ll hang it outside in a bit.”

Carefully, you placed the little house on your table. A quiet meow roped both of your attentions lower, where Yuki was winding between both of your legs, tail curled around Jesse’s shins. He bent down to gently scratch beneath her chin, earning him a contented purr.

The three of you made your way to the couches, and you ushered Jesse to sit down, after you rushed to go pour him a steaming cup of coffee.

“It’s freezing out,” you told him, curling up beside the man and handing him the mug, before taking a sip from your own. Yuki made herself comfortable between the two of you, tucking her nose behind her tail and shutting her eyes for a nap. “Hopefully you can stay and defrost for a bit before heading back out?”

He hummed, appreciative of the idea. Being with you was… comforting, to say the least. It was peaceful, and quiet, and made his heart ache like nothing else. Dare he say—domestic. It reminded him of his short-cut time with Jane.

At the thought of her, thorns pierced through his lungs and he forced his gaze away from you. He caught sight of a small pile of papers on your coffee table, and he leaned forward to pick one up. You fiddled with the mug in your hands, nervous.

“Oh, wow, is this what you’ve been writing?” His eyes swept along the first few lines, finding himself utterly impressed. “Yo, this is, like, really damn good.”

“Really?” you asked, sitting up straighter, a hopeful look to your expression. “I’ve been in a weird word-vomit mood lately—ever since I met you, I just haven’t been able to stop.”

Jesse risked a glance to you, muffling a smile. “I may not know much about writing but this is… next level, dude. It’s like I can see it all in my head. Like a movie but with… words?”

“Gosh, Jared, you really know how to compliment someone,” you lightly scoffed, hiding your beam behind your mug. “You can keep that copy if you want. Here—” Shifting to brandish a pen from your pocket, you signed his name right under your printed one.

Jesse peered over to look, the smile cracking through his exterior.

For Jared Driscoll.

“You know what’s funny,” you murmured, eyes glued to his fake name on the paper. “You’ve never really pegged me as a Jared Driscoll.”

For a long moment, Jesse could’ve sworn his heart stopped in his chest. “Oh, yeah? Why, uh… why’s that?”

You shot him a glance, before smiling sweetly, handing him the papers back for him to keep. “I don’t really know—it just doesn’t suit you, I guess. Jared Driscoll sounds so—rough’n’tough, you know? You don’t strike me as the rough’n’tough kind of guy. You’re too sweet for that.” You shrugged, sinking further into the couch and running the tips of your fingers along Yuki’s back.

Jesse stared at you for a moment longer. Your words brought a certain kind of comfort to him that he never knew he needed. The affirmation that he was still a good person in your eyes—it meant more to him than he thought it would.

“Thanks,” he said, hesitant, though he gently quirked the corner of his lips into a mild grin. He sipped his warm coffee before adding on, “I think you’re sweet, too.”

“You never told me when your birthday was,” you told him, an accusing lilt to your words. Jesse’s brows rose. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, having just woken up no less than three minutes ago to the door ringing.

Wordlessly, he swung his door open wider so you had space to shuffle in, still glaring at him.

“It’s been a year since you moved in,” you carried on. There was a slight pouty pucker to your lips, face creased into a frown. Jesse thought you were too damned cute to take your annoyance too seriously. “And we haven’t celebrated your birthday once!”

“Bah, it’s not a big deal,” he finally said, yawning behind a fist and waving your words away.

Your little frown deepened. “Well, I’m sorry I missed it,” you softly said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “But I got you something anyway.”

From out of seemingly nowhere, you brandished a large brown paper bag, dangling it in front of him on the tips of your fingers. When he narrowed his blue eyes and suspiciously darted his gaze between you and the bag, you huffed out a small laugh, jerking your chin towards the gift. “Go on—open it!”

The bag crinkled loudly beneath his grip as he took it from you. With one last questioning look to you, he turned it over, and out fell a large yellow hoodie, cloud-soft in his palms. It looked like it was the exact right size for him, and he sent you an incredulous glance.

“This is sick, Y/N, thanks,” he said, a genuine beam itching at his mouth. “Perfect size—and it’s yellow, too!”

For a moment, you looked a bit unsure. “If you don’t like the color, I can always switch it out—it’s just, you’re always wearing neutrals, I thought it’d be nice to give you something colored.”

Jesse looked to the hoodie, then back at you.

Sure, yellow brought back bad memories. Far too many, and not nearly distant enough in his past.

But yellow was your color—and he rather liked how it looked on you.

“Nah,” he said, patting your shoulder once, then twice, “I like it, really. I like it a lot.”

Two years in Alaska meant nearly two years with you.

You’d become the one constant in his life—one that he wouldn’t mind being around for the rest of it, as well.

The two of you were sitting side by side on a frosty hill, watching the sun set. A breathtaking mirage of clementines and peaches bled through the sky just when the sun dipped slowly beneath the horizon. A faint, cold wind tousled your hair, rustling the blades of grass around you. It was meant to be a celebratory picnic of sorts, but the two of you decided it was too cold to eat out, and opted to just sit and relax for a bit before heading back inside and having dinner. Wordlessly, you handed him a pack of chips from the little basket you’d brought for the failed picnic, and he wrestled it open, popping one into his mouth. Simultaneously, you bit down on a crisp apple, wiping the spurting juices away with the back of your hand.

“I can’t believe it’s been two years,” said Jesse, mindlessly tracing shapes into the cold grass. “Time flies, huh?”

You hummed in agreement. “It does.”

Jesse turned to look at you, watching the side of your face relax along with the disappearance of the sun. The last few moments of golden sunlight bathed you in a gentle glow and drew the most beautiful of shadows across your features. You brushed some stray hairs out of your face, the sleeve of your oversized flaxen sweater swallowing your arm. He really couldn’t deny himself anymore—he was completely and utterly in love with you.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said. He wanted to tell you the truth. Obviously not all of it—not all at once—but he wanted you to know. Jesse trusted you more than anyone else in his entire life. Maybe that made him an idiot, but… he was willing to risk the chance with you.

Curious, you tilted your head questioningly, laying your hands and face against your raised knees. The very edge of your shoulder brushed against his arm. You raised your eyebrows expectantly.

“You were right,” he finally said.

“Right about what?” You were starting to look mildly concerned.

Jesse inhaled deeply. “Jared Driscoll doesn’t suit me at all because… it’s not my real name.”

Surprise flooded your expression, but not too much of it—as if you’d always had an inkling all along.

“So what’s your real name?” you asked, all gentle, slightly afraid. Afraid that you’d lose him after so long—after getting attached.

“Jesse Pinkman,” he responded, tearing his gaze away from you, not sure if he wanted to see your reaction. “My middle name is Bruce.”

To his complete surprise, you let out a sudden laugh, before clamping your hands to your mouth. He snapped his head back to look at you, a contagious, incredulous grin touching the corner of his lips.

“Bruce like Batman?” you asked, slightly muffled behind your palms. He nodded, and you let out another chortling laugh. Relief wove through the very fibers of his muscles at your relaxed disposition. You smiled at him, all soft and glowing. It made Jesse’s stomach knot together uncomfortably. “I think it suits you. Much more than Jared Driscoll.”

You tested his name out, enunciating different syllables in various ways, your grin growing nearly double its size.

“Jesse Pinkman. Jesse Pinkman. Jesse Pinkman. Jesse Pinkman—”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Jesse snorted, grabbing the apple in your hand and gently pushing it back into your mouth. With a halfhearted glare, you bit down into it anyway.

Around a mouthful of apple, you told him, “You have a pretty name.” You swallowed down the apple and quietly asked him, “Why are you using a fake one?”

Jesse hesitated, directing his gaze to the ground. His smile melted away. “Maybe that’s a story for another time.”

Bobbing your head in understanding, you smiled at him, still so very genuine it made his heart ache.

“Since we’re sharing secrets… well, mine isn’t exactly a secret, but I didn’t move to Alaska for the peace and quiet. I mean, I did, but that wasn’t really the reason why I left the city.” You cleared your throat, eyes getting slightly misty. “I lost my best friend in a car crash while she was on call with me seven years ago. A part of me will always think that it’s my fault that she died. So I moved to Alaska to get away from everything. From the city, and all those cars… and all the people. It was really hard being here at first. It was cold, and lonely, and sometimes just plain old boring. But honestly?” You tentatively reached over to place your palm over his. “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

The sun was long gone by now, and Jesse found himself missing how you looked in its soft yellow glow.

“Best decision both of us made,” he murmured, nodding. Jesse quite liked the feeling of your hand on top of his. “I came to Alaska because I, uh… I lost everyone. Everything.”

You smiled—all soft and devastating. He could feel a part of his heart crumbling into a heap of sand within his chest. Nimbly, he turned his palm over to intertwine your fingers with his cold ones.

“Well, you haven’t lost me, Jesse,” you told him, so quiet that it was nearly lost to the breeze.

Jesse wanted to cry at those words. He blinked away the stinging feeling at the top of his nose, and could only muster a grateful, teary nod.

“I, uhm, I’ve only been in love twice before in my life,” he whispered to you, swallowing the lump in his throat. “And both times, they died while I was right there—helpless. I’ve healed and I’m moving on, but, uh… I’m terrified of losing you the way I lost them, Y/N.”

Shifting, you turned so you could fully face him, now clasping both hands onto his right one. Firmly, you repeated yourself, “You haven’t lost me, Jesse. You won’t. Whatever hurt you back in New Mexico is long gone now. The past is far behind you. You have a fresh start. And I’ll be there with you—every step of the way.”

There wasn’t much yellow in Alaska, and for that he’d been grateful.

But maybe… maybe yellow wasn’t so bad.

After all, yellow was your color—and it looked beautiful on you.

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mangoguy · 8 months

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Swimming lessons

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Warnings: None this is just fluff, no pronouns used!

You watch as Kyle attempts to give your son swimming lessons.

This was literally just a random thought as I was reading through a prompt list by @novelbear

Kept it short and sweet, sorry for any mistakes!

Today was swim day, or so Kyle says to your 5-year-old son, Leo. You watch from your place on the deck, your little watching station just in case things take a turn. Kyle and Leo are already near the pool, Leo is on the edge and Kyle is already in the pool.

"What if I drown?" Leo frowned, concern etched on his face.

"I'm not going to let you drown! I swear," Kyle reassured his son.

Leo sat down on the edge, dipping his foot in the water. He brought his foot back up quickly and let out an exaggerated shiver.

"It's too cold!" He exclaimed.

"Leo... you're just making excuses at this point the water is fine," Kyle was getting amused.

Leo huffed, seeing as he wouldn't get out of it. You bet it was because he rather be playing with his friends than doing swim lessons with his dad, that made you chuckle. Kyle was always practical about these things. Leo claims his dad makes it boring while you make it fun, which was weird because normally Kyle was labelled the fun parent but you weren't complaining.

"EW SOMETHING IS IN THE WATER!!!" You heard Leo shout, thrashing and splashing around in the water as he swam away from his dad. Kyle resurfaced, a look of mock hurt on his face.

"Did you just say ew at me?" He spoke

"Yeah..."

You saw Kyle splash water all over his son while fake crying, crying about how his own son could do this to him! He helped make him and this is what he gets? EW?

You just rolled your eyes, though a warmth bloomed in your chest at the sight of father and son. Your son's giggling and Kyle's laughter flooding your ears. It was a sight to behold and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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#call of duty #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #Guy.Writes #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x reader #fluff #cod x you #x reader #cod x reader #gaz call of duty #gaz garrick #gaz x reader

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starksvinyls · 1 year

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Title: Sun Kissed Rating: Mature Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags: Skinny Dipping, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Grinding, College Student Peter Parker Summary: A sunset swim at Tony's Malibu home ends in kisses (plus a little more). Notes: for @pparkerbingo square I3 "skinny dipping" AO3 Link

After dinner, the Malibu coastal air was still warm, so Tony and Peter headed back out to the pool deck for a sunset swim. They’ve been at Tony’s rebuilt Malibu home for a few days, a much needed vacation after months of long hours working to perfect and launch the new StarkPad for Tony, and grueling finals for Peter.

As they stepped out of the sliding glass door, Peter dropped his Speedo and took a running dive into the pool. Tony laughed as he watched his young lover’s butt jiggle before disappearing beneath the shimmering water. When Peter popped back up, he wiped his hair back from his face and then swam over and rested his crossed arms on the edge, smiling over at Tony.

“C’mon in, the water’s great.” Peter enticed.

Tony wasn’t one to deny Peter anything, and this was no exception; he untied his own swim trunks and then wiggled them off his hips and let them drop and puddle around his feet. Padding over to the pool, he grinned at the hungry way Peter eyed his flaccid cock, lightly bouncing against his upper thigh as he walked across the pool deck. Tony dove into the water, resurfacing with a flourish on the other side of the pool, flicking his wet hair back and wiping the excess water off his face.

Peter was suddenly there, latching himself onto Tony’s front, arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. Tony brought his hands down to hold under Peter’s thighs, though there was really no need - the younger man was weightless in the water.

“Hi.” Peter grinned.

“Hi,” Tony grinned back. “Enjoying yourself?”

Peter had began to slowly roll his hips, rubbing his half hard cock against the patch of rough hair on Tony’s lower stomach.

“Very much.” The younger giggled.

Peter suddenly let go, using Tony as a spring board to throw himself backwards into the water, sinking under the choppy surface, and then stroking his arms to swim to the other side of the pool near the waterfall feature.

It spills over into the pool from the hot tub, and Tony watches as Peter pushes himself up on the small ledge and climbs into the jacuzzi. Tony starts to swim over.

“Come make out with me in the hot tub.” Peter beckons and Tony grins.

That’s been one of Peter favorite activities since they arrived in Malibu a few days prior. Of course, they had been clad in their swimsuits all the times before, so when Peter eventually began grinding in Tony’s lap, there was a barrier. Being naked and making out and grinding with Peter in the hot tub sounded absolutely perfect.

Tony hoisted himself up and over the small ledge that separated the pool from the jacuzzi and slipped down into the hot water. He reached over to one of the fake landscaping rocks and pressed the slightly hidden switch for the bubbles.

The jets roared to life and he sank down in front of one of them to massage his back. Peter paddled over and slipped into Tony’s lap.

“Mm, I love you.”

Tony leaned forward and brushed their noses together. “Love you, too, cucciolo.”

Peter smiled at the pet name and then pressed their lips together, his hips picking up where they had left off in the pool.

#pparkerbingo23 #starker #starker fic #peter parker x tony stark #starksvinyls fic

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kindersurprisebacterium · 1 year

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To the Surface (Keigo Takami/Reader)

Explicit MDNI

w/c: 2.4k

Gender neutral AFAB reader

Claustrophobic. The feeling rose in my chest as thick netting wrapped my body. My limbs became tangled within the mass of fibers. The water began to swirl around me as the net slowly receded from the water. I emerged from the depths, panic wracking my brain as my body, as well as a cluster of fish, were taken aboard a small fishing vessel. I was dropped onto the deck, saturated wood cushioning my fall. A pair of hands quickly worked to untie the netting, setting me free from my confines.

“I apologize. I didn’t see you swimming.” A man spoke. As my vision focused, my eyes met a pair of aureate pools of honey and a head of messy blonde hair tucked under a toboggan. “I’ll grab you a quilt,” he spoke, rushing off to a cabin. As I waited for his return, I scanned the deck in front of me. The hatch to the hull was open and the pungent scent of fish caught my attention. An assortment of mackerel and anchovies were contained within ice boxes near the bow.

“What were you doing so far away from shore?” He asked, handing me a pelt of fur. I extended my hand to grab it. He suddenly pulled back, eyes fixated on my fingers. I followed his gaze, settling onto the webbing between my fingers. I quickly curled my fingers into a fist, bringing my hand close to my chest.

“I’m sorry, I would really like to cover up, could I have that pelt?” I asked, scanning his face for any trace of a response. His lips were parted, eyebrows raised, and eyes furiously flicked across my body. Without a word, he handed me the pelt. I wrapped the fur around my bare body, tucking my limbs into its warm expanse.

“You’re not human, are you?” He took a step back, eyes still shifting over my body.

“Please don’t harm me,” I pushed my heels into the deck, moving my body back against the taffrail. He kneeled in front of me, taking hold of my hand. His fingers traced along the webbing between my fingers and trailed up toward my ulnar fin. He pulled the cartilage back, fanning the fin out to its full extent. Then his hands were on my head, moving my head to the side and exposing my gills. And then to my calves, running his fingers along my fins and up to my knees. His hands parted my knees, eyes focused on what lay between my legs. I swiftly pushed his hands away and tucked my body back under the pelt.

“I’d appreciate some decency.” I huffed.

“What exactly are you?” He asked, sitting back and crossing his legs.

“I don’t know the name of my species, and I haven’t quite cared to ask.”

“Can you live on land?”

“I’ve got lungs similar to those of humans, and I have taken up residence on land before, so yes.”

His eyes shifted around the boat, lips pursing and eyebrows furrowing. He sighed, fingers tapping away on his knee.

“I’ve had some troubles lately finding fish, if you can help me find waters with larger populations, I’ll give you free food and a bed to sleep in.”

I grinned, nodding my head.

I resurfaced near the hull of the boat and grabbed onto the rigging, pulling my body out of the water.

“They’re moving south!” I shouted from the taffrail. “Follow me!” I let go of the rail, dropping back into the water. I stayed close to the surface, making sure he could follow my wake. I held my legs together and used the motion of my hips to drift through the waves. I watched as the sails began to tilt, and the bow began turning in my direction. I dove under the water to trail the school of yellowfin tuna. Far enough to not frighten them, and yet close enough to keep an eye on their movements. They were still a hundred meters out and swimming with leisure. The ship began to catch up to them, traveling faster than they could swim. At thirty meters I surfaced, grabbing onto the rigging and signaling for Keigo to throw the net. The black fibers disappeared beneath the surface. I followed along with it, watching as the school became trapped within the net. Only a few stragglers had managed to escape the grips, swimming away to safety in an erratic manner. I hoisted myself up onto the boat, grabbing the deer pelt to cover my body. The net slowly rose from the ocean, revealing the haul of tuna it had contained within its grasp. Keigo shouted, a beaming grin upon his face.

“Holy shit! I’ve never hauled in this many fish at once!” He remarked as he took down the netting. The fish began spewing out of the confines and spreading out across the deck. I lifted one of the fish, carrying it toward the ice chests.

“Mishima is pretty close by, we could sell those fish while they’re still fresh. We’re going to need the space for more.” I said, dragging another fish onto the crushed ice.

“I’ve got an entire hull full of storage, let’s keep going.” He placed his hand on my shoulder.

“I want you to anchor so I can show you how to track fish.”

He skimmed the surface, snorkel sticking out of the water. I swam down deeper into the water, near a passing school of red sea bream. I gestured toward the school as they moved closer to the coast. His hand signaled me to the surface. I broke through the tension of the water just in front of Keigo.

“I can’t see anything.” He said, spitting out his mouthpiece.

“Take the snorkel off and come down further. I promise you’ll see. You can hold your breath, right?” I asked. He sighed, undoing the fastenings of the snorkel. He tossed the equipment behind him. With a thud, it disappeared behind the railing. I took his hand, watching as he took a breath. I pulled him under the water with me, dragging him behind me as I swam after the cluster of bream. I pointed to a nearby rock, and back to the bream. A hand tapped my shoulder. He pointed a finger up at the surface, and then to his mouth. I pulled him closer, pressing my lips to him and cycling oxygen through my gills, I exhaled a breath full into his mouth. I pulled back, looking at his face. Golden eyes met mine, still glistening as bright as glitter even beneath the goggles. I pulled him further, pointing to another rock, and back to the fish, and holding up my fingers. Counting up from five. Once it reached five, I gestured back to another structure, and then to the surface. I pulled him along behind me as we reached the top. He gasped, intaking fresh air.

“You count for time and use nearby markers to guess the distance, that’s how you can find how fast they’re going,” I explained as we paddled back to the boat. “You can use that to guess how far ahead to throw the net, that way they’re in the net by the time they approach it.” I grabbed onto the rigging, looking behind me to watch as he approached the boat. His hand cupped my cheek, lips diving in to meet mine. I kissed back, my arm wrapping around the back of his neck. He pulled back, eyes skimming my face.

“How about we stop for the day? I’m getting hungry anyways.”

“Sharks aren’t that threatening of an encounter. Most of their bites are exploratory. If anything does happen I can usually outpace them.” I explained. He set down a plate in front of me. Freshly cooked salmon with a side of potatoes.

“As promised, here’s your portion.”

The plate smelled absolutely delectable. Fresh hints of oregano and thyme pricked my senses.

“I didn’t expect you to cook for me, Keigo,” I said, staring down at the dish in front of me. “It’s been quite some time since my last cooked meal.”

“Well, what else would you eat?” He shrugged.

“I usually just eat raw food, but thank you for treating me like a human.” I smiled.

Sleep was something that didn’t come to me. I spent the night shivering in the top bunk. I could feel my pulse start to slow to a crawl, limbs going still as my body froze. As a desperate attempt for warmth, I crawled from the top bunk, fingers barely managing to grip the rungs of the ladder as I lowered myself to the floor. I reached a hand out toward Keigo, not sure of how to wake him. With a finger I tapped his shoulder, causing him to stir from his slumber.

“I apologize for this, but I’m freezing, can I by chance share your bed?” I asked. My limbs were quivering, trembling from the ice running through my veins.

“You must be cold-blooded then, I should’ve assumed.” He spoke with a sleep-laced voice. He pulled aside the cover, making room for me. I crawled into bed, curling up beside him. His arm curled around my waist, pulling my back into his chest.

“You’re freezing,” he muttered as he grabbed a pelt from the foot of the bed. He placed the extra layer on top of me. His hands moved underneath the blanket, trailing over my arm and down to my hand. He held my hand in his, squeezing tight in an attempt to heat up my fingers. I laced my fingers with his, intertwining them as much as the webbing between each digit would allow.

“Can I Kiss you?” He asked from behind me. I shifted in his arms to face him. He touched my cheek and slowly leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. I kissed back, slowly moving my lips against his. His hand began to inch down my body, skimming across my gills and down to my shoulders. His touch dropped to my waist, fingers clutching onto the hem of the shirt he’d given me. I grabbed his wrist, moving his hands to the waistband of the union suit covering my hips. His fingers slipped below the fabric, skimming across my skin. His index parted my lips, sliding between them to stroke at my clit. A warmth spread across my body as he rubbed tight circles on my skin. My lips broke from his, a thin trail of saliva forming as I moaned. He moved to my neck, tongue darting out to lick across my gills. Shocks of pleasure wracked my body. My hips bucked against his hand as the stimulation turned my body into a quivering mess. The fingers on my clit moved down my cunt, circling around my entrance before pushing in. He groaned as he started up a quick pace, fingertips curling upwards. His thumb circled around my aching clit, adding more, burning tension to my quaking body. His licks turned to harsh sucks as he moved further down to my collarbone, peppering bruises across my sage-tinted skin.

“Are you warm enough, yet?” He asked, lips pressed against my clavicle.

“I’m close, so close,” I mewled between desperate pleas. He withdrew his fingers from me, focusing on tracing tight circles over my clit. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure enveloped my body, pulling my limbs tight. A cry bellowed from my chest, rocking the room as I came. My body went slack, my chest heaving as I pulled air into my lungs. I pushed the boxers down my legs, kicking them off of my feet. Swinging my leg over his hips, I situated myself on top of him, core brushing against his stiff cock.

“You act as if you’ve done this before,” he said, biting down on his lip.

“The best part about being a different species is that it never takes, why wouldn’t I enjoy the perks of that.”

I tugged on the waist of his long johns, pulling the fabric down his hips, just far enough to let his cock slip from the material. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, holding it still as I aligned myself. I slowly sank down, feeling a dull burning as he stretched out my insides. I sharply exhaled, thighs shivering as the head of his cock brushed against my cervix. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me back up and guiding me down at a quick pace. I gripped the headboard, using it as leverage to follow the pace he’d set. His jaw hung slack, noises escaping from his throat with every thrust against his hips. My eyes squeezed shut as the head of his cock pushed against a spot within me. Pinging, throbbing lust boiled within my depths as I fucked myself on his cock, tilting my hips back to drive into that pulse point inside of me. My hands fell from the headboard, my torso falling into his as my strength evaporated, leaving a heated puddle of a fish in his arms. His knees rose from behind me, hips taking up the brunt of the movement. His nails dug into the skin of my thighs, holding me still as he pistoned his hips into me, reaching further than I had before. Stimulation overwhelmed my body, static and haze taking the place of thoughts in my brain. Saliva pooled in the corners of my mouth, making a mess of his shirt and seemingly driving him further into longing.

“I’m gonna-“ his speech was cut off by a growl, hips stuttering as he spilled his seed inside of me. My vision clouded, eyes going cross as I came, cunt clenching around him, milking him dry. His hips twitched, fucking the mess of fluids deeper inside me, and then stillness. I lay on his chest, relishing the feeling of fullness between my legs. As my mind cleared of fog, I couldn’t help but notice the warmth covering my body, a stark contrast to the frost that bathed my skin a mere half hour ago. I pressed my lips to his cheek, lips curling into a smile as my face settled into the crook of his neck. Besides the warmth, a new sensation arose within me, fluttering around in my chest. A sense of comfort and peace. He pulled the scattered blankets back over our partially-clothed bodies, tucking in for a warm rest.

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Whether you need driveway replacement or concrete flatwork, it’s important to choose the best concrete contractor for your job. Look for one that has a lot of experience and a great reputation in your area.

Keep in mind that cement and concrete are two different materials, despite the fact they’re often used interchangeably. Concrete contains cement, but it also includes sand and washed aggregate.

Residential Concrete Contractors

Residential concrete contractors work with homeowners to install new and repair existing concrete structures. They use bagged concrete mix for smaller-scale projects like landings and walkways, while they order a concrete mixer truck to pour larger projects like foundations and slabs.

When choosing a residential concrete contractor, look for several years of experience and relevant concrete industry certifications. Also, ask for references and glowing client testimonials.

A qualified residential concrete company should have multiple people working on the project to ensure the concrete is poured correctly and shaped before it sets. They should also know how to repair a cracked concrete sidewalk or driveway.

Commercial Concrete Contractors

Whether you need your commercial driveway replaced or are looking for concrete flatwork contractors, a local concrete contractor can handle it. They are licensed, insured and offer a rock-solid guarantee on their work.

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Bulk Concrete Suppliers

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Concrete suppliers sell pre-mixed bags of concrete for small jobs and truckloads of ready mix concrete for larger projects. If you’re purchasing a full truckload of concrete, be sure to calculate how much you need and add 5% to 10% for spills or waste.

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A professional can save you time. They can also help you determine whether or not the project requires a permit, which may be difficult to obtain if doing it yourself.

Consider the cost of materials and tools needed for the job. Also, think about the risk of physical injury. If a mistake is made, it can cost more than hiring a pro in the first place.

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Custom stamped concrete is a sophisticated way to upgrade your patio, rooftop or pool deck. It allows you to choose a design, pattern and color that complements the rest of your property. It’s also less expensive than paver or natural stone.

The patterned concrete can be made to mimic the look of various materials like slates, flagstone, brick, tile or wood. It is used for decorating the courtyards and entries of residential buildings as well as outdoor paving for commercial buildings.

It’s important to find a contractor who has experience laying stamped concrete. This surface will be slick when it gets wet, so a professional is crucial to avoid people falling and hurting themselves.

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Oftentimes homeowners look at cracks in concrete and assume they must be replaced. A qualified concrete contractor can assess the damage and determine whether resurfacing, repair, or repouring is the best option.

Getting cracks fixed quickly can save homeowners money, time, and stress. Some cracks, such as wide horizontal ones, suggest that the structure of the concrete isn’t being supported and should be repaired by a professional.

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Concrete Contractors Near Me

When your concrete project involves large slabs, a lot of work or complex designs, you need to hire a pro. Whether you’re pouring foundations or adding stamped patterns to your patio, these pros will have the experience and tools to get the job done right.

Before you pick the right concrete contractors near me for your home, ask questions and verify their credentials. Make sure they have the right insurance, worker’s compensation and bond guarantees.

Residential

If you’re considering installing a concrete floor, sidewalk or patio in your home, there are many options available. Choosing the right one is a matter of doing your research and asking the pros for their take on the project, including the cost.

The best way to find a concrete contractor is by doing a Google search and reviewing their reviews, as well as looking for companies with relevant industry certifications, slick marketing materials and glowing client testimonials. You may also want to consider a company that specializes in your particular project, such as foundation contractors for a pour worthy basement slab or driveway pavers.

Commercial

If you have a commercial building or a property that needs concrete work, you should contact a concrete contractor near you. These professionals can handle all types of commercial concrete projects.

They also have the skills to do concrete resurfacing, flatwork, and other tasks. You can find these companies online or in your local area.

They may be able to assist you with your construction project, or they can even help you build your own home from scratch. You should be sure to find a contractor with years of experience.

Stamped

Stamped concrete is a cost-effective and durable option to add beauty and value to your home. It can mimic the look of stone and brick, making it ideal for patios, pool decks, driveways and walkways.

It also requires less maintenance than traditional materials like pavers. Its continuous surface prevents weeds from popping through between the pavers, so you can enjoy your outdoor space without worrying about a big repair bill.

Stamped concrete can be customized with a variety of colors and patterns to suit your design goals. It’s also an excellent way to enhance your property’s curb appeal.

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Cracks in concrete are common, and they can be caused by a number of factors. These include poor installation, changing weather conditions, deterioration and settling.

Homeowners can try to repair cracks by themselves, but it’s important to know when you need to call a professional. Some cracks are too wide to be fixed by a homeowner.

In most cases, a professional will recommend the best repair product for a particular crack. They will also be able to recommend a flexible sealer that is formulated to withstand extremes of temperature and moisture. This will ensure that the repaired area remains water-resistant and will help extend the life of the repair.

Removal

Concrete is a strong, durable material that’s used for driveways, patios, and house foundations. But over time, settling and movement cause it to crack or fall apart.

The best option for concrete removal is to hire a contractor who can break it up and haul it away for disposal. Be sure to choose a professional who has the right permits and can route underground utility lines to ensure safety.

The cost of concrete removal depends on the location and thickness of the concrete, as well as the specialized tools required to remove it. For example, if the concrete is reinforced with wire mesh or steel bar, the cost per square foot will be higher.

Delivery

When it comes to building a new home or making repairs to an existing structure, concrete is the most essential part of your construction project. But it can also be the most complicated.

Choosing the right concrete delivery is crucial to your success. There are two main types of concrete delivery: short-load and ready-mix.

When selecting a concrete supplier, it’s important to choose one that’s local to your job site. This will minimize transportation costs and increase the likelihood of on-time delivery.

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warriorgardener · 2 years

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March 1st

“Stop running.” Cherry’s voice rose as the kids ignored his earlier warnings, continuing to chase each other around the pool with twisted wet towels as their weapons of choice, smacking each other and screaming with laughter. “I mean it, someone is going to slip and bust their head open.”

Joe lounged in a deck chair as he leisurely watched the spectacle. He was about to call out to Cherry to give it up and let them learn the hard way when Langa dodged around Cherry, Reki in hot pursuit. Cherry stepped out of the way as Reki barreled past him with a whoop. His pinched frown of disapproval and exasperation morphed into wide-eyed shock as he fell victim to his own warning. His sandals slipped on the wet poolside and he fell backwards with a huge splash.

Everyone stopped and gaped. Even Joe was too shocked to laugh. Cherry spluttered to the surface before anyone could think to help him. Only then did Joe realize he had been holding his breath. He jumped up and ran to the pool, kneeling and extending his hand. “Ha! I told you to leave them alone. Grab on!”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he snapped. Cherry had managed to lose his glasses. He shook water off of his face and rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the wall of the pool, muttering all the while.

Reki and Langa, who had hesitantly approached to help, retreated as soon as Joe stepped in. Langa whispered, Reki snickered, and they both ran back inside knowing full well that the lecture they would get later would make up for any fooling around they did now.

“Alright, alright,” Joe said in a soothing tone, still very much in the mood to tease. “You sure showed them. They’ll think twice before running at the pool again—“

Cherry grabbed his hand and yanked him in. Joe yelped, swallowing a mouthful of water. He thrashed back to the surface a moment later and swiped back the wet hair from his face. “Why you little—“

A smug little smile remained on Cherry’s face as he bobbed backwards out of reach. “Little what?” he asked mildly.

Joe clenched his teeth and forced a smile back at him. “Little darling,” he said, dripping with as much sarcasm as water.

Cherry huffed and stayed clear of Joe as he plunged under the water again. Several moments later, he resurfaced and placed Cherry’s missing glasses at the edge of the pool. The blind fool didn’t even notice. He was too busy trying to heave himself out of the pool with a degree of dignity. He had more than enough strength for it, but was impeded by the sopping wet yukata that clung to his legs.

For the second time that day, Joe forgot to breathe. The dark blue silk had come loose enough to hang off one shoulder, exposing a wide section of Cherry’s pale but well-defined chest. The wet robe hugged his slender waist and the curve of his backside. Joe was struck as if with lightning by the realization that his ever prim-and-proper, exquisitely cultured Cherry clearly adhered to the tradition of wearing no additional undergarments under the yukata. Even under the sun that burned Joe’s shoulders and the back of his neck, a chill ran through him. He couldn’t stand to watch any longer.

“Stop. Just stop.” He waded over and grabbed Cherry’s waist to lift him out of the water. “You’re killing me. Just get out.” The lump in his throat made it difficult to even speak.

Cherry shot an aggrieved look over his shoulder. Without the edge of maturity that came with looking over his glasses in glaring disapproval, his intimidation was cut in half and he could even be called a little cute. Especially with the way Joe’s hands damn near encircled his waist. Their positions sent his mind reeling in directions that made him unable to look Cherry in the eye. He practically threw him out of the pool before climbing out himself. His heart pounded in his chest, his arms felt boneless and his traitorous hands even tingled where he had held him.

Cherry had long since adjusted his yukata to cover himself again, though it still hung open loosely at the chest. Joe glanced away quickly but it was too late to erase the image of a hard, pink nipple from his mind. Cherry squeezed the water out of his hair and attempted to do the same to his sleeves, complaining about the damaging effects of chlorine on silk.

"Kaoru," he interrupted.

"What?" Cherry's tone was borderline pissed in that sweet spot between being tired of his teasing and genuinely angry.

He threw a towel at Cherry, silently begging him to turn into a terrycloth burrito that would not torment him nearly so much. Cherry humphed but wrapped it around himself, to his instant relief.

"I'm going inside," Cherry said tersely. He hadn't gone more than a few steps before he tripped on a pool noodle and nearly fell face first. Now, Joe knew, as he knew Cherry like clockwork, he was properly pissed.

He couldn't help himself from dryly asking, "Need your glasses?"

"No!" Cherry’s face was dusted with pink, partly from a brief foray into the sunlight and partly with good old-fashioned humiliation. "I'd rather die than see you with 20/20 vision."

Joe actually laughed. His insults were absurd, yet this one pricked at his heart for some reason. His gaze lingered on Cherry as he stormed indoors (albeit more carefully). Then he picked up the glasses and carefully dried them with the shirt he had discarded by the deck chair.

“Blind,” he muttered. He held the glasses up to ensure the lenses weren’t smudged. “You couldn’t be more blind.”

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