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ONE OF THE BOYS [PART 3]

-> While you pine hopelessly over your best friend, Eddie Munson. You hear the sentiment 'one of the boys' one too many times and you've decided to change that. All in the name of the one boy who won't even look at you, or so you think.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive themes [no smut]

-> a/n Oh, my god. When I tell y’all that everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. I stayed up all night writing and editing just to get it out today, so you don’t have to wait another week when I’m off from work again. Yesterday, I was going to surprise y’all with a back to back upload, but when my laptop died and all of my content got deleted, I needed a pause. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Part 3 of a series I didn’t know would become a series.

[Part 2] Part 3

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You decide to wake up at five because your eyes wouldn’t stay shut any longer. Ripping the blankets off your body, the cool air nips at your skin. You shove your toes into your slippers. Tripping over your tennis shoes, you rethink how close you are to your desk. Feeling around for the corner, you find the desk and you begin to aim yourself the other way. You yelp when your waist collides into the doorknob and you silently curse to yourself while trying desperately not to wake your family. Shuffling through the dark, you take mini steps to your bathroom.

Closing the door behind you, you flick on bathroom light. Squinting, your eyes adjust and the shock of the bright room dulls. You use the toilet first, before your bladder combusts. While washing your hands, you meet your own face in the mirror.

Mornings weren’t your best look. Your hair mats to one side because you’re a side sleeper. Sometimes when your sick you’ll lay on your back to keep your stomach from getting nauseous. Instead of drying your hands on a towel, you toss them back into your hair to mold and shape what’s on your head. Massaging your scalp, you forget your worries for a moment. You wash your hands of the hair that sticks to your hands, and then you dry them off.

You bounce back from the shower when you twist the hot water handle. Water splashes in your face anyway. Steam breathes into your bathroom and you almost feel suffocated by the hot air. That’s what wakes you up in the morning. You strip, then step inside allowing the beads of hot water to bake your skin. The soap you use is plain and boring. It moisturizes the layers of your skin without leaving a scent behind. You watch the bubbles drain below you.

Leaving the shower is harder to you then getting back in. Your day will begin as soon as you step out. Going to school feels like a chore. Your classes all have projects due by the end of the week or by the end of the month. Then there’s the obvious boy you are trying to avoid. Before you can imagine any lewd situations between yourself and him (and trust that you have plenty), you switch off the water to your shower.

You don’t like washing your face in hot water, so you wait until your dry and you have a towel wrapped around your body. The icy water pricks at your pores. You dry, and you apply a thick layer of moisturizer to your skin.

Finding yourself vulnerable in a towel, and thrown into darkness once again because you have forgotten your clothes in your bedroom, you shimmy across the hallway once again.

When you choose a lotion, you act as though you won’t pick the same option you have been for as long as you can remember. The label reads ‘Fruity.’ Simple enough. Throwing on an extra spritz of perfume to compliment the lotion. You like to spray perfume while you’re bare to ensure the smell sticks to you, rather than your clothes.

Wrapping yourself in your robe, you want to take a peak at the sky. Rain clouds form above. Gray all day. You happen to, also, see that Eddie’s trailer is dark. Wayne Munson’s truck is on, and he’s in the driver’s seat waiting for the engine to warm. He goes to work early, and he stays late. That’s how you got to spend so many days and nights at Eddie’s growing up.

You’d tell your mom that you were spending the night with your friend Robin, and she would cover for you in a heartbeat. She must have known what was going on before you did. Did that even count - if you didn’t know?

You shy away from the window.

Going through your closet, you find an acceptable pair of denim that’s right on your hips and loose at your ankles. The striped sweater you call your favorite will scratch at you skin all day, so you put on a plain shirt on underneath.

If the you from a few months ago, saw you sitting at your desk whipping out all of the tools and the sponges that it took to apply makeup to your skin, you’d shrivel in a corner and cry. You got used to the feeling of the brushes against your skin. The way your face feels with a bit of foundation. And the sticky feeling of mascara pressing on your eyes.

As you finish powdering your nose, your stomach growls. Your hungry.

The sun is beginning to wake, and you’re able to move through the home a bit smoother. You find yourself in the kitchen pawing through the refrigerator. No one has gone grocery shopping in a few weeks, so your options are limited.

You take the box of Honey Comb cereal off the top of the fridge. A bowl off the drying rack will do, and there’s even a spoon next to it. You pluck out your mom’s cigarettes that she “hides” inside the box. She doesn’t count them when she smokes, so you know that you can sneak one into your pocket for later.

After pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, and stealing your mom’s cigarettes, you grab the milk from the fridge. It’s heavy. When you open the milk the rancid sour odor spoils your appetite.

“Jesus!” You curse.

The expiration reads about a week ago. Gross.

You toss the milk.

Even though you’re completely grossed out, you shovel a few bites of dry cereal down your throat. Dipping your head under the sink for a drink of water, you slurp down the crumbs sticking to the sides of your mouth.

By the time you’ve brushed your teeth, your watch reads seven fifteen in the morning. If you head to school now, you’ll be there by seven thirty.

That’s exactly what you do.

The drive is quiet. Most of the town hasn’t woken yet for their day. Shops still have signs in their window that read ‘Closed.’

You’re allowed into the cafeteria with the other early birds once you get to school. Finding a group of girls you’re in home room with, they welcome you for a study session.

“You look so pretty,” Michelle gushes over your makeup.

You smile. “You too. I love your shirt.”

“I got it on sale,” she tells you the name of the store. “We should all go shopping on Saturday.”

“Girls day out!” Lisa snaps her fingers. “Count! Me! In!”

The three of you small chat for a bit, before you dive into your awaiting assignments. They’re there to help you. You reciprocate the action when they want advise.

The school bell rings.

You pack up, and you wave goodbye for now. But, you’ll see them again in just a few moments when you get to class.

Heading to your locker for the first time in months, you have to try the code twice. The third time’s the charm. You take the specimen in your locker between your index and your thumb. Finding the nearest trash can, you throw the moldy sandwich away. At least the smell hadn’t penetrated through the bag yet.

You’re just zipping up your backpack after ridding yourself of about a hundred pounds of unnecessary textbook weight when someone shouts at the end of the hall.

Petty squabbles between students, you’re usually able to ignore. However, as all the noise is headed in your direction, you hear your name in between cursed and yells. A catastrophic tornado blows your way. Your feet are firm to the ground in terror.

Roxie’s purple, and about to blow a blood vessel judging by the vein nearly popping out of her neck. Hot on her trail is petite Indie, who’s begging for Roxie to just listen to her.

“Hey, you!” Roxie jabs her finger in your face.

Indie tumbled over her own feet, “Roxie!”

You check over your shoulder in hopes that someone might be there. No one is there except a few onlookers she’s drawn in her tirade. Now, you’re thinking. Eddie couldn’t have spilt the beans this quickly. Could he?

“Oh, I’m coming for you, bitch,” she snarls.

You’re toast.

Roxie is larger than you in all retrospects, but she’s especially big in muscle. If she’s about to pummel you, then you’ll be knocked over and split in two like a pin and she’s the ball going a hundred miles an hour.

“Can’t we talk this out?” Indie asks through gasps of air.

You stare between them. Indie isn’t after you by the worried expression she holds. Still unsure exactly what Roxie’s prattling on about, you decide to wait before you interject.

“Is there something going on between you and Eddie?” Roxie demands.

See, you knew their relationship wasn’t casual! Still, you did nothing wrong. Yesterday, you didn’t even express to Eddie that you liked him in the first place. You wanted to drop the conversation, and he kept going. This is his fault. Why isn’t he about to get a fist to the face? Who’s to say he hasn’t already? Yikes.

Roxie sucks her tongue to her teeth.

“Uh-,” you’re still loading in the information, and you hesitate to answer right away. “N- no?”

“Is that a question?” Her hot breath hits your nose.

You bring your hands down to your sides because you can’t let her see you trembling like a leaf. If she smells fear, she’ll know she’s won. Her prey is hers for the taking.

You’re tired of this. “Eddie and I have nothing going on. We’re just- just friends.”

You have a hard time saying that, but not for the reasons that Roxie has in mind. You’re not even sure if Eddie wants to be your friend anymore.

“Okay,” she sticks her tongue into the flesh of her jaw, and then says. “How come last night he moaned your name instead of mine?”

Blood rushes to your ears. Your face is on fire, and you’re sure everyone can see so.

Onlookers jeer and whisper amongst themselves. Rumors are already beginning from mouth to mouth; and, hitting ear to ear.

You would also like to understand what she meant by “moaning your name.” Spare the details. Obviously, you knew what happened last night. You wipe the winner’s smirk off your face, before Roxie even notices.

“I don’t know,” you fold your arms across your chest. “Shouldn’t you ask him?”

Roxie squares her shoulders. She clenched her fists until her knuckles are white. Cursing a few more angry words your way, she’s a bull ready to charge. You might as well be wearing all red.

“What’s going on here?!”

Miss Brown sticks her nose into the hallway and notices the crowd of people. Before anyone can do anything rash, she pushes her way into the center of the chaos. With an ostentatious sort of sigh that suggests she’s better than all of you, she starts breaking up the fight.

“Off to class,” Miss Brown shoo’s them.

“Let’s go, Roxie,” Indie grits her teeth.

Roxie eyes you one more time. “Fine. I’ll be seeing you later.”

You gulp.

It’s time to play a new game around school: Hide from Roxie! Winners get the very rewarding prize of not getting their face beat in.

You dart from class to class all morning. A huge target sticks to your back with Roxie aiming for a bullseye. Meanwhile, Eddie is still no where to be found. He’s probably hiding under his sheets at home, full of shame when he mistook your name for hers.

That’s just fine by you. You still didn’t want to see him either. Or, maybe you did. First, to clear the air about you liking him. A little flimsy crush isn’t going to break a friendship, right? You’ll get over it in time. Secondly, you’re sure that him naming you is a big misunderstanding. He just got distracted or something.

After lunch was over, you planned to sneak through Mr Campbell’s empty classroom. He doesn’t have afternoon classes, and you can easily shoot through since there is a door on either side of the hallway.

“Over there!”

Roxie has the cheerleaders involved now. No doubt they want a piece of judge, jury and conviction too.

Colliding into something solid, you topple over onto the tile. You’re swept away in thought and you forget to watch where your going. Mr. Campbell has that skeleton on wheels that he’ll leave just about anywhere. But, you haven’t knocked over that stupid skeleton.

It’s Eddie.

“Oh, God,” you rub your backside.

Eddie gasps, “What are you doing?”

“What am I-,” you snap. “What the hell are you doing? Your girlfriend almost tackled me like linebacker!”

Eddie shushes you. “Do you want her to hear? She’s not my girlfriend. I told you it’s casual.”

“Casual?” You want to yell, but you also don’t want her to hear. The last thing you need is for Roxie to see you in the same room as Eddie. “Whatever you have is not casual.”

“I messed up, okay?” He rubs his temple. “Jesus!”

Your chin lifts at the familiar brrring of the school bell. Now, you’re skipping class. You’ll get another hour of detention no matter if you stay here or go to class.

“You’re hiding from her too?” You conclude.

Detention doesn’t matter to Eddie. He just wants to ensure you’re okay. Judging by the way you’re creeping through empty classrooms, you’re doing just about as good as he is.

"I'm not hiding," he jumps when someone's locker slams. "Okay, so maybe I am hiding."

"This is so humiliating," you cry.

Eddie apologizes, “I’m sorry-,”

“You’re sorry?”

You’re grateful that the light in the room is limited. Otherwise, you don’t know if you could have a conversation with him right now. Eddie has these eyes that you could simply drown in.

“It was an accident,” he claims. “You’re the one who said-,”

“I didn’t say anything,” you correct him. “You’re the one with the wild imagination.”

“Wild imagination?!”

“Maybe I do like Jeff, hm? Or- or maybe I’ve come to realize that Gareth is a great guy. Did you think of that?” You stand before him, while he scrunches down into a chair. “Eddie Munson you’re selfish - no, you’re self centered. All about Eddie- it’s Eddie’s world and we’re all just there like puppets on strings.”

“You done?”

“No!” You snap. “Yes.”

“How could you call me self-centered when you’ve been prancing around this place like the rest of the guys don’t exist? Everyone wants to know where you are all the time. Why would I know? Oh, because you’re supposed to be my best friend,” Eddie rubs his hands across his face. “God, when did things get so complicated?”

"When you started calling me one of the guys in middle school, and I just wanted whatever you wanted,” you admit out loud. “Why do you think I changed when Gareth mentioned Roxie? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Eddie’s unreadable. Although dark, you can see his thoughts bubble and burst.

“It doesn’t matter,” you continue. “You don’t like me like that.”

“Who’s to say that?” Eddie’s voice comes out barely audible.

You shake your head. “Don’t pity me.”

Eddie kicks the stool from under him, “I’m not.”

“Eddie,” you pick at your nails. “What we have is a great friendship. I’m lucky that you’re in my life. I don’t want to risk messing that up. Are- are you okay with that? Are we okay?”

Eddie doesn’t want to leave the air so broken. While the words are spelled out in front of him, he can’t find a way to bring them out.

“We’re okay,” he says.

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Flicking a green bean on his plate with a fork, Eddie can’t be bothered to bring the food to his lips. Nothing passes his mouth. He watches the ice crystals on his steak defrost because he doesn’t want Uncle Wayne to worry that he’s messed up dinner, since this is the first one they’ve shared in a while. Wayne told his boss that he wanted to be home tonight for Eddie, and here he is.

“You’re not eating?” His uncle points out because Wayne has eaten half of his meal, and he worries that Eddie is appearing a bit gray and slender.

Eddie replies. “I ate a lot at school.”

“In the years that you’ve been under my roof, you haven’t stopped eating,” Wayne lowers his head to meet his nephew’s eye. “Try again.”

Eddie pushes the microwaved dinner aside. A low hum comes from the television, and he’s not even sure what’s on. Someone’s bobbing around like a baboon trying to make a woman smile. Yet another attempt from Wayne to make Eddie relive his childhood, he guesses.

“That girl your seeing isn’t pregnant is she?” Wayne presses when Eddie won’t talk. “Eddie Munson, I’ve told you to use a condom-,”

“No,” he cocks his head to rethink. “No, she’s not.”

Even if Roxie was pregnant, she’d get an abortion and make Eddie pay for it. Actually, he still owes her for the condoms.

Eddie wants to be done with women for a while. But, there is still this pinching on his ears that reminds him you’re still there. He’s actually wearing a pair of your studs that you forgot at his house one day. Since Eddie is prone to losing just about everything, he’s decided to wear them so they don’t get lost. No one even notices except for him. They hide behind his hair.

“Look,” Eddie wets his lips. “If I tell you, then you have to promise me you won’t do that weird ‘oooh’ thing you do. Got it?”

Wayne claps his hands together. Say no more. He’s solved the case! That little lady across the park has had her eye on him since the day Eddie moved in. Wayne really likes her. ‘Thinks she’s a great ball of sunshine that can keep Eddie under control. He’s been just waiting for Eddie to wake up and smell the coffee!

“Really?” Wayne excites.

Eddie exhales. “Don’t-,”

“Wait,” he lectures. “You’re not seeing both of them are you? Eddie Munson that is wrong, and I won’t tolerate that behavior. I taught you better.”

“No-,”

“Seriously, boy. Wear a condom. It’s not just for you, but her too you know?”

“Wayne-,”

“You can’t be spreading your butter on everyone’s toast.”

“Wayne!”

“I knew it,” he blabs on. “Ever since I caught you two brushing each other’s teeth. Oh, I saw this coming - I did!”

That incident happened once, and Wayne would never let Eddie live that down.

You smoke one joint.

After sitting in his room complaining of boredom, you tell Eddie you had never brushed someone else’s teeth before. He hadn’t either. You wanted to try. But, Eddie would only let you if the offer went both ways. Wayne burst in when you were scrubbing his tongue. You splattered toothpaste all over the mirror, while Eddie tried to keep you from squirming so he could scrub your teeth.

“You need to learn how to knock,” Eddie tries sailing with the conversation his old man is going on about.

Wayne challenges. “You know there’s no closed doors when you have girls over, Eddie.”

“Oh, my God.”

Reliving the memory, Eddie wants to make more with you. Cooking. You’ll cook. He’ll burn food. You’ll tell him he’s doing a wonderful job anyway because you’re too sweet to tell him to get out before he burns the house down. Eddie visions that you’ll teach him a better way to organize his clothes. You’ve already tried to show him how to fold, but Eddie only lasted a week doing your method before going back to shoving the clothes in whatever drawer is the least bit full. He’ll now admit that he only let you teach him because he wanted you close. He wants you close. Always.

It’s not just domestic stuff he sees. He wants to take you on a date. Many dates. He wants to take you out of Hawkins, even if it’s for just a day. He misses your laugh. Seeing you cry today broke him. Knowing that you’ve changed everything for him, and he didn’t notice. Because at the core of all the makeup and the hair, he guesses, that he just didn’t care. He loves all the extra, don’t get him wrong, but all he can see is you.

“What are you going to do, boy?” Wayne wonders.

Eddie replies in a question, “What if everything goes wrong? I- I can’t lose her, Wayne.”

“Son-,”

“What if I just turn out like him? Like my father?”

Eddie’s lip quivers, as he bites back the tears he’s been holding onto for years. Not a day goes by does he not miss his father, even if the years weren’t kind to him. His father is locked away somewhere in State, but he hasn’t visited. They’ll take one look at Eddie and they’ll try to lock him away too.

“That’s not you, Eddie,” Wayne opens his arms. “Come here.”

Eddie drops his head onto his uncle’s shoulder. Tears slide down his cheek and across his chin.

“Deep breaths,” he rubs his hand across Eddie’s back.

He doesn’t cry for long, and Wayne wipes his tears when he’s calmer. This isn’t a usual interaction between them, but neither of them care. Wayne takes away a stray eyelash from Eddie’s cheek.

“You like this girl?” Wayne says as a fact more than a question.

Eddie nods.

“You have to try,” he insists.

“Yeah, okay,” his nephew agrees.

Wayne and Eddie end their conversation there. Eddie eventually eats (after microwaving the food because he could have broken teeth on that steak), and the show that his uncle makes him watch isn’t half bad. Their night comes to a close when his uncle snores.

Mouth agape, head tipped over and his feet propped up, Wayne would be out for the night.

Eddie tucks his uncle’s toes beneath the blanket Wayne was hugging. Tip toeing his way into the kitchen, he puts both forks into the sink along with their drinking glasses. The TV dinners find home in the trash can. While Eddie left the television on to lull his uncle in his sleep, Eddie flicks off the living room and the kitchen lights. He sneaks off to his bedroom, the only bedroom in the trailer. Wayne gave up the space for Eddie to grow into.

Eddie finds that sleep won’t do.

You project onto his ceiling like a film about his life. There you are. Every new milestone. Eddie didn’t think about just how many times you were there for him. His birthdays come to mind, even the ones he didn’t want to be there for because he doesn’t always feel like he deserves to be celebrated. You’d sneak off to get him a beer when his uncle was distracted with all the other kids invited.

When you kept him from going outside, while Wayne drove up in his brand new van that was a gift for Eddie when he got his license. Wayne took on extra hours just for him. That might just have been the night his heart beat a little faster for you. Watching you perform songs in your living room in that ridiculous feather boa and sunglasses, Eddie’s drawn to laugh at the memory of you out of tune and off key. You didn’t care. The hair brush you swore was a microphone was just not working that night. You’re much better performer in the shower, you’d said.

Eddie sits up in bed, and he can see that your bedroom light is still on. Your curtains are drawn, but your silhouette dances about. Bouncing up and down will sometimes get rid of your last bit of energy, Eddie’s witnessed your routine first hand. Your wild, and Eddie finds this fascinating.

When your silhouette disappears, but the light remains, Eddie concludes that you’re reading a chapter book. You told Eddie to try reading sometime because that’s what helped you get to sleep. He bought his first book that very same day.

The Lord of the Rings was your suggestion. Not that he hadn’t found it first, but he wasn’t about to point it out. Eddie sees the book hidden under a lighter he used last night.

Smoking seemed obvious to him. He couldn’t sleep, so he would light up. With Wayne home, though, Eddie didn’t want the smell getting to him. He’s pretty sure Wayne knows he smokes by now, and he doesn’t care. Eddie isn’t a reckless smoker by any means, and he keeps to himself. If Wayne found out he was selling, that would be a different story.

Never the less, Eddie reads page after page of the same book he’s been fascinated by for weeks. He immerses himself into the books wishing he could be the hero, rather than the one who runs in the face of danger.

Eddie hears your front door open and close. This interests him and tips his head up. Tossing the book aside like he’s suddenly been hypnotized, he looks through his window.

You’re on the porch in thin pajamas and a robe. A lit cigarette slots between your fingers. You only smoke when you’re stressed. Pacing back and forth, Eddie understands that you’re talking to yourself. He just can’t make out the words.

This is creepy. Eddie shuts his window, and sinks back in bed. Leaving you alone - leaving you alone.

The words in his book blur into blobs of unrecognizable text. All he can see right now is you on that porch. You’re alone - and you’re probably cold. He has a blanket that he could offer. Maybe he could- no, he is leaving you alone.

Eddie wants to untangle the knot he has in his belly. He even tries to convince himself that he’s still hungry. But, he knows he won’t eat. You’re there. Even if you were caked in mud, you’d still be the most beautiful girl in the world to him. Actually, he has seen you caked in mud before. You were definitely hot then too.

Oh, God. What was he doing?

Pulling open his closet now, Eddie finds a jacket to slip on over his pajamas. He takes an extra blanket with him. It’s a bit torn up, but the blanket is clean. Wayne washed the blanket a couple of days ago, along with Eddie’s sheets which he claimed he could smell from across town. Eddie was not that dirty. It was the weed - but, er - don’t ask about the stains. He doesn’t know what they are or where they came from. Seriously, don’t ask.

Wayne is still snoring in the living room. He mutters in his sleep when Eddie opens the front door, and he doesn’t see Wayne stir once the door shuts.

His uncle stretches, and wakes up enough to take a leak in his bathroom. By the time he returns to the living room, he catches a glimpse from the window in the living room. His boy is with you on your porch making you smile and making you blush.

Wayne doesn’t need to spy. He’s seen this movie before when his brother made moves on his girl. It’d be a few more years until Eddie is born, but the picture is already there.

“Atta boy,” Wayne cheers to himself.

Eddie’s sitting with you, and sharing a cigarette. You’re not sleeping either. Dried black makeup you haven’t smudged off is stuck under your eyes. He wants to swipe it away, but he doesn’t know if he should.

“Is your mom in tonight?” Eddie asks.

You shake your head. “No, but my dad is such a deep sleeper. He’s nothing to worry about.”

Eddie worries about your dad catching him there with his only daughter, then your mom who likes to call you both “crazy kids.” Your dad is stern. Overprotective. He’s jokes about having a gun locked away somewhere, but Eddie still has no idea if he is joking. You won’t tell him because truthfully you don’t know.

“What’s got you up?” Eddie brings the blanket closer to you because he sees your shoulders dance.

You shake your head blowing out smoke to the left where Eddie isn’t.

Eddie takes a drag from the cigarette after he says, “I don’t think I’ve been all that honest with you.”

He reads your face.

“Not like that,” he can’t look at you, so he counts the floorboards of your porch. “I said we’re okay, but I don’t think we are.”

Your heart skips in your chest. “What do you mean?”

While Eddie might not be able to look at you, your eyes are all on him. In the moonlight, he’s like this shiny thing. You can’t put your thoughts into words, but he’s carved by the shine of the moon. He might hide his face with his hair, but when he hunches over you relax a bit.

You haven’t been able to put yourself in bed. Knowing that Eddie was there had wrecked your mind. You’re itching to be near him.

The whole day you thought about nothing, but him. How unsatisfied you are with your earlier conversation. You thought being the one to take charge in the conversation, and assert yourself, might make the blow easier. Truthfully, it hurt even worse.

You spent the evening sobbing in your room like a baby. Friends. You signed your name at the bottom of that contract. But, then, you thought about the day you’ll find a nice boy that will like you back. You’ll get married. You’ll get a house. Everything will be okay. But, as you thought about your life, your mind wondered about Eddie. What happens when he finds a girl? He’ll have a wife and he’ll have a house too.

You’ll be at that wedding. Sitting in a chair that’s not too close to the front, but also not all the way in the back. The band sits in front of you. They might not be able to pronounce the brand name, but their check cashes on their suits. All of your friends are his friends.

Eddie’s fiancé is faceless, but her gown is breathtaking. They’ll say ‘I do.’

You’ll cry along with them, but the tears you shed are ones you let out at a funeral. Are you just supposed to sit there and pretend like you don’t want to throw up?

Because that’s not you standing at the alter.

That’s some chick he’s met on the road while he tours with the band. Sure she’s great. But, the sight sickens you. Maybe that means your selfish, but you can’t do this. You can’t see Eddie with another woman. You refuse to see it because Eddie’s always been with you.

“I’m sorry?” You’ve spaced out while Eddie is speaking.

He begins to say, “please don’t make me repeat myself.”

Throwing the cigarette to the ground, you stamp out the flame. You wrap your hands around his neck, and you pull him forward. Eddie's lips meet yours in an awaited embrace. Longing and passionate. His hands burrow into your hair pulling you ever closer. The tender touch of his fingers fall to your waist to tell you he's not going anywhere.

You can't be sure which one of you pull away first. But, when your eyes open you breathe a sigh of relief. Eddie is still there, and he's about as hot in the face as you feel. You let out a breathy laugh, and he hides his grin behind his hair.

It doesn't take long for him to ask,

"Can I take you out sometime?"

And, of course, you say. "Yes!"

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ellaeats · 2 years ago

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Does it get sweaty under the belly?

LMAO I’m gonna be real with you guys. When I started getting really fat it absolutely got super sweaty and stinky, sometimes the skin under my belly would be like raw just because I didn’t know how to properly take care of a true plus size body. Now I do. This ask made me wanna slide some advice to all my big girls and guys because hygiene with big bodies are never talked about.

1. Antibacterial soap. (You absolutely need to wash your body with this when you get into the 250+ category. Bacteria grows in dark sweaty crevices.I use an antibacterial to start off with, then use a nice good smelling soap after, then before I get out use the antibacterial once more on my private parts, underbelly and armpits.)

2. Exfoliate (you need a loofa, African net sponge, those scrubby gloves, something that’s gonna scrape off those dead skin cells)

3. Make sure you’re completely dry when you get out the shower. ( that means everything, I use a hand fan to dry every crevice. Water builds bacteria so if you put on your clothes without being completely dry, you can get that build up underneath your clothes.

4. Baby powder. (Sprinkle some baby powder between your folds in order to keep dry, stop skin from rubbing against each other, and maintain sweat build up and smell. It also helps chafing. This is the most important step.

5. Spray deodorant (just last longer and is easy to apply, only use under the armpit, deodorant can clog pores and leave nasty blemishes behind on your skin, especially if you’re plus size.

6. Get a slave boy to rub in the baby powder and to wash you in the shower.

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v3n1ce-bxtch · 27 days ago

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✧༺༻∞Off to the Races✧༺༻∞

•Chapter 2•

WC: 2633(ish)

TW: age gap(Rafe is in his 40s, reader is in their early twenties), cussing, and SMUTTT

Rafe opened the front door to his mansion, letting you go in first and he followed after. He took your hand loosely, as if he hadn’t done even more earlier that night, and led you to the dining room. He pulled out a chair for you and you coyly sat on it. You looked around the room in awe; you saw a mural on the wall, it was a painted version of the Outer Banks. You looked up to the ceiling to see a grand chandelier mostly made up out of glass, except for the light bulbs and the chain hanging it from the ceiling.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Rafe chuckled. “I’ll go get us our food. Feel free to walk around or have a drink. I shouldn’t be too long, though.” Rafe gave you a kind smile.

You nodded, still in awe of the room. “Okay, Mr. Cameron.” You returned his smile.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, you got up — tracing your fingers along the map, walking around the room. Then you stopped on one of the display cases for dishes and trophies, stumbling across a picture of a younger version of Rafe and a woman by his side. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out if you’d seen her before, but heavy footsteps interrupted you and you scurried back to your chair.

Rafe walked in with two white porcelain plates with silver covers on them, and placed a plate in front of you. “Hope you like steak.”

You nodded. “I do, Mr. Cameron. Thank you.”

He pulled his chair closer to you, your faces now so close you could feel his breath on your face. “Y’ don’t have to call me Mr. Cameron all the time, Darlin’” he stroked your cheek with his thumb, smirking, making your skin chill. “Y’ got that?”

You nodded without sound, a fire burning in the pit of your stomach.

“Good, now finish up your dinner so you can get some sleep. We’ll talk about business tomorrow, Darlin’.”

You again nodded without a word, and got to work on your steak.

Once both of you had finished your painfully silent dinner, he led you up to the room you’d be sleeping in. The space was elegant yet understated—soft cream walls, a canopy bed draped in pink floral linen, and a large window overlooking the property. A dresser in the room held neatly folded white, pink, and floral clothing.

Rafe pointed to the drawer… “There’s some clothes in there, they’re washed, don’t worry.” He kissed the top of your head, before closing the door behind him. “Goodnight, Darlin’.”

“Goodnight.” You said quietly. You walked to the dresser and opened it; it held white articles of clothing, some pink ones, and some floral.

You wondered who these clothes belonged to. You found a white tank top with lace along the hem and some gray pj shorts. You placed them on the bed and walked to the bathroom. The bathroom had elegant marble counters, a clawfoot tub with gold legs, and a basic shower with some body washes and soap. You found a Victoria’s Secret robe hanging behind the door. You discarded your dress and put the robe on. You then brushed your teeth, washed your face, and took a shower.

You sat at the vanity, applying the Vaseline from your bag and storing your jewelry inside it. You turned off the big light and turned on the side table lamps on your way to your bed. You sunk into the absolute comfort of the blanket and mattress; and just as you were about to close your eyes, your phone lit up.

It was a text from Kayden.

You were about to answer, but you just couldn’t shake off his words.

His words “I love you, Y/n” kept replaying in your mind. You shook your head and closed your eyes, but you opened them twice as quick. After what felt like forever, the sun finally poured into the room. You kept your eyes open all night. You sat up and stretched before you went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and shower. You found some jean shorts and a white tube top to pull on, then you found some slides that were just your size. You put your jewelry on and brushed your hair with the mini hairbrush in your bag.

As you sat in the hanging chair, phone in hand, the pieces started falling into place. You weren’t naive—you’d seen the way Rafe looked at you, like you were some prize he was determined to claim. His obsession was almost palpable, lingering in the air whenever he was around you. At first, it had made you nervous, unsure of how to navigate his intensity. But now? Now you saw it for what it really was: leverage.

Rafe Cameron wanted you, and you wanted a career. It wasn’t a matter of emotions or romance; it was a matter of opportunity. If he was so eager to help you, why not let him? Why not lean into his infatuation just enough to get where you needed to be? He’d offered you a lifeline, and you’d be a fool not to take it. You decided to text your friends to let them know you were alive.

After sending the texts, you got up and walked through the room, glancing at yourself in the mirror. Your reflection stared back. You could do this. You weren’t going to let anyone—Kayden, or anyone else—get in the way of what you wanted. And if Rafe’s obsession could make the climb to the top a little easier, you weren’t above letting him indulge in it.

This wasn’t about playing it safe anymore. You’d noticed the game, and now, you were ready to play it.

You heard a soft knock. “Can I come in?” You heard a raspy voice behind the door. Rafe. His voice sent a pleasant shiver through you.

“Yep!” you chirped.

He opened the door slowly, and stepped in looking devastatingly handsome, wearing a white Tommy Hilfiger polo shirt and some black pants. He was wearing gold Cuban links around his neck, and his signet ring on his right hand. He was holding some papers, presumably the paperwork he talked you about yesterday.

You stood up to meet him in the middle of the room. ”How’d you sleep, Mr. Cameron?”

He licked his lips, his gaze scanning you over. “Uhm, good… What about you, Darlin’?” His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Good!” You smiled brightly, lying through your teeth.

He chuckled. “Perfect. I’ve got the paperwork here,” he handed it to you. “You can read it over, I’ll be in my office.” He was about to walk out, but you stopped him by placing a hand on his arm.

You hesitated for a moment, then looked up at him. “Oh, no need! I trust you, Mr. Cameron. You wouldn’t try to hurt me,” you said, your gaze unwavering, confidence in your voice.

He smirked, flattered by your trust in him and the way you exuded certainty. “Alright.” He pointed to where you should sign, “Sign here.”

You signed quickly, without hesitation. That could have been the biggest mistake of your life, but you didn’t care. Anything to make it. He sighed. “I’ll mail this to my secretary at my record label’s office. You’re a perfect fit for us.”

You gasped. “You own a record label?!” you tilted your head to the side.

He nodded, smirking. “Course I do. Velvet Tides Records.” He gave you a big, wide, cheesy smile.

“Perfect!” you squealed.

He chuckled. “Great… How’d you like to come golfing with me?” Rafe only asks women he’s interested in to go golfing with him.

You nodded quickly. “I would love to go! But what should I wear?”

He walked over to the dresser, squatted down to the bottom drawer, and rummaged for a few seconds. “Alright,” he said, handing you a white polo golfing dress with navy blue hemming. “We can stop by the Nike store to get you some tennis shoes.” He gave you a smile as he stood up, and placed his golfing hat on your head. “Let’s go.”

He walked out of the room, and you followed behind him.

As he promised, he bought you a pair of white Air Force Ones. You put them on in the car, and soon you were off to the course. At the golf course, as you expected, you saw Mr. Thorton and his daughters.

Lottie saw you, gasped, and ran to you, Nora followed behind her, Lottie squealed,”Y/N!!!” She hugged you tightly.

“We literally missed you!!!” Nora shook you.

You smirked,”Calm down.” You giggled,”I’m here.”

“Sooo, let’s go talk by the golf cart and talk.” Lottie dragged you over there.

Nora raised an eyebrow,”Sooooo, you and Mr. Cameron?”

You rolled your eyes,”What about him?”

“He looks at you like you’re a snack, he wants to fuck you.” Lottie said in a singsongy voice.

“No he does not.” You snorted, but looked over to Mr. Cameron, who was staring intensely into your eyes….then Kayden ruined it. Kayden smiled and ran over to you.

“Anyways, what’s the deal-“ Nora scrunched up her nose and side eyed her brother.

“Y/n! Hey! How are ya’.” Kayden smiled big.

Lottie shoved him away,”She does not wanna talk to you.”

Nora crossed her arms and nodded,”Mhm!”

You sighed,”Y’all don’t know what went down…..”

Kayden scoffed,”For real.”

You narrowed your eyes,”And you don’t know what he did.”

He scoffed again, crossing his arms,”What I did!? Y/n! You left me hanging, you walked out!”

You walked over to him, pressing your finger into his chest,”You lied! Then you told me you loved me!”

“I didn’t lie about what Mr. Cameron did!” He put his hands up in surrender.

“Oh yes you did!”

“How would you know? Huh?”

“Know what?” Lottie and Nora said in unison.

“Mr. Cameron killed Officer Peterkin.”

You pushed him,”Stop lying! I’m done with you! You just don’t want to find easier ways to get where I wanna be!”

“Y/n! Just listen to me! I know-“ He was interrupted by his father, you grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Hey Kayden, let’s leave the girls alone to talk, this ain’t your place.” Mr. Thorton took his son back to where some of the other men were talking.

You sighed,”That’s what went down..”

“So Kayden love bombed you, told you that he know what Mr. Cameron wants, and that he killed an officer.” Nora furrowed her brows.

“Yep. I told him it would never work, he’s a kook, I’m from the cut.” You looked into the view.

“Oh right, he’s had a massive crush you since like sophomore year.” Lottie sighed.

“Right, he told me y’all knew.” You shook your head,”I’m done with him. He just can’t go a single day without doing something stupid.” You focused on Mr. Cameron that was literally giving Kayden the death stare.

“Hey, you should totally make him jealous. You know, you have connections with Mr. Cameron, he’s obsessed. He has a record label, and he’s helping you boost your career right?” Lottie asked, smirking.

You nodded. “Yeah, I signed paperwork this morning,” you said, furrowing your brows.

“Right. You’re gonna date Mr. Cameron,” Nora gasped.

You blinked. “What?!”

“I mean, Kayden sees Mr. Cameron as a threat. You’d be killing him, basically.” Lottie sighed. “I love my brother and all, but he deserves this…”

“He does…” Nora chimed in, then giggled. “Now, go to Mr. Cameron, twirl your hair or something, hold his arm, and ask him to teach you how to golf. This works perfectly on any guy, I do this on trips to Martha’s Vineyard,” she said matter-of-factly.

“But he’s not just any guy…” You took a deep breath, pensive. “Okay, I’ll try it.” You were nervous out of your mind. You never flirted with anybody, not even Kayden. You put a smile on your face and skipped over to Rafe, just as Nora told you.

You looked up to him with your beautiful doe eyes, and held onto his arm. “Mr. Cameron?”

He gulped at how your little fingers wrapped around his bicep. He looked down at you, fixing your baseball hat (more like his). “What’s up, Darlin’?”

“Do you think you could teach me how to golf?” you asked, your voice a little higher-pitched, but not too annoying.

He sucked his teeth. “Not right now, Darlin’. I’m talkin’ business.”

“But you said you came here to golf,” you whined, pouting. “Pleaseeee? I’ll leave you alone after!” You saw Kayden, who was clearly pissed off, out of the corner of your eye. It worked…

He inhaled. “Fine…” He put his arm around your shoulders as he turned his head to his friends. “I’ll be right back, guys.” All of his friends nodded.

Mr. Thornton chuckled. “Take your time,

man.”

You smirked at Kayden as you turned around to walk away with Rafe.

Rafe led you closer to the course and handed you a golf club.

“Alright,” he put his hands around you to help you correct your form. His tone was low… “You don’t wanna bend over too much, and loosen your grip on the handle.” You nodded and did as he said. “There ya go. Now go for it.”

You hit the golf ball, and it made it into the hole. You smiled. “Did I do it right?” you beamed.

He nodded. “You were perfect.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Now, I’m gonna go talk to my friends, alright?”

“Wait! Can you watch me do a few more?” You grabbed onto his arm again, tightening your grip around him.

He sighed. “You’re way too convincing.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear, “You owe me later.” He pulled back and smirked.

You giggled, then bit your lip, knowing what he was probably implying. “Okay.” You hit a few more hole-in-ones, and Rafe applauded you for every single one.

“Good job. You’re a pro!” He smiled proudly, making your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you!” you chirped.

“No problem,” he crossed his arms. ”Hey, uhm, how about we go back to my car? I wanna talk to you, uhm, privately.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

You smiled brightly and nodded. “Sure!” He grinned and put his hand on your lower back, with the golf club in his other hand, guiding you toward his car. You waved at Lottie and Nora who were squealing.

Rafe handed Kayden his golf club. “Thanks for letting us borrow this.” Kayden tossed the club on the ground and scoffed.

The walk back to the car was quiet but charged. Once inside, Rafe shut the door and turned toward you, his gaze burning into yours.

“You’ve got me all wrapped up, Darlin’,” he said, voice thick with unspoken intentions. You cocked your head to the side. “Hm. I couldn’t tell,” you teased, giggling.

He shook his head, smirking. “What do you want, Darlin’?”

“Well…” you dragged out. “We trust each other, and I wanna make someone jealous.” You smirked.

He chuckled, but felt a bit hurt on the inside. “Really? Who?” He pretended not to know.

You shrugged. “You’d know.”

“Kayden Thorton?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking.

You snapped your fingers and pointed at him. “Right on the money!”

He crossed his arms. “Why?” His gaze was curious.

“He love-bombed me, said that you killed Peterkin, and that you want something else from me.” You counted to three on your fingers.

He sighed. “I did kill Peterkin.” He locked eyes with you, stroking your cheek. “You gotta understand, I was just doin’ it to protect my sister.” His eyes pleaded for your understanding.

“Why?”

“She was with I guy I didn’t trust, but all’s good now.” He nodded. “Back to you…”

“Okay, that’s nice of you.” You smiled.

“But uhm, I just wanna be seen with you, it’s gonna make him go crazy.” You didn’t realize how bad it sounded until you said it yourself.

“So, just in public so you can get him back, or?” Rafe asked, a little disappointed.

You smirked, ignoring the part about Kayden. “In public and in private, if you’re okay with that, Mr. Cameron.”

“I’m more than okay, baby.” He chuckled. “Who’s gonna believe we’re actually dating if you keep calling me Mr. Cameron?” He gently pulled your face closer to his.

You shook your head, smiling. “No one, Mr. Cameron.” You giggled.

“Right, so quit it.” He licked his lips. “Quit acting innocent, I know you’re the exact opposite.”

You rolled you eyes. “Shut up.” Just as you were thinking of what to say next, he suddenly put his lips against yours, catching you off-guard.

Your lips quickly accepted his, and his and yours started to move together in perfect sync. He groaned softly against your lips, his large hands cupping your face as he deepened the kiss. His thumb brushed against your cheekbone, his touch firm yet surprisingly tender. You felt the heat radiating off him as he tilted his head, taking control effortlessly. His lips were warm, insistent, and the taste of him—a mix of mint and something darker, intoxicating—lingered on your tongue.

You gasped when he nipped at your bottom lip, his smirk breaking the kiss momentarily.

“What’s wrong, Darlin’? Can’t handle it?” he teased, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

You arched a brow, challenging him. “I can handle more than you think,” you shot back, your voice low but steady.

Rafe’s grin widened. “Oh, I know.” He surged forward again, capturing your lips with renewed fervor. One of his hands slid down to rest on your thigh, his fingertips grazing just enough to make your pulse race. The other hand tangled in your hair, holding you firmly in place as his lips moved against yours like you were the only thing in the world.

Your hands gripped his biceps, feeling the tension in his muscles. When his hand on your thigh shifted higher, your breath hitched. Rafe pulled back slightly, just enough to study your face. His blue eyes were dark, filled with something raw and unspoken, but most of all, they were full of curiosity.

“You sure you wanna play this game, Darlin’?” he murmured, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “Once we start, I don’t think I can stop.”

Before you could respond, the sound of a sharp knock on the car window startled you both. You jumped, whipping your head around to see Kayden standing there, his arms crossed and his jaw tight, glaring at the two of you through the glass.

Rafe let out a low curse, clearly annoyed, but his smirk never faltered. He leaned back into his seat, his hand sliding off your thigh, but not before giving it a playful squeeze. “Guess we’ve got an audience,” he muttered, his tone dripping with pride and laced with sarcasm.

You sank back into your seat, your cheeks burning as Kayden gestured for Rafe to roll down the window. Rafe ignored him entirely, turning back to you with a cocky grin. “What do you say we take this somewhere more private?” he suggested, smirking as his voice dropped low and deliberate.

You nodded, your voice catching in your throat. “Yeah, I love that idea.” He chuckled, his hand finding yours as he shifted the car into drive. “Good girl. Let’s go home, Darlin’.”

As you and Rafe entered his house, he immediately picked you up, with you instinctively wrapping your legs against his waist. You immediately pressed your lips to his, and he immediately took charge. The kiss was slow at first, deliberate and sultry, as if he was savoring every second. His lips moved against yours with practiced ease, coaxing you into a rhythm that made your head spin.

When you finally entered his bedroom, he carefully lowered you to the floor, his hands lingering for a moment to make sure you were steady. He closed the door, and pushed you against it. He placed his hand on your jaw as he started to leave wet kisses all over your neck and collarbone.

“Hmmm, Rafe,” you moaned in a low voice.

“You like that, sweet girl?” You nodded, unable to form words.

His other hand lowered to find your waist, pulling you closer. You felt his fingers curl into the fabric of your dress, bunching it slightly as he pressed his body against yours, which made you feel his hard-on against you.

“Fuck, Rafe.”

He smirked against your neck, before bringing his head back up to reconnect his lips with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and he groaned softly against your lips, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight through you. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and you granted him access without hesitation, the kiss deepening into something raw and consuming.

He picked you up again and shuffled through his room, gently laying you down on his bed. “So fucking beautiful. I’m gonna make you mine, baby girl.” He laid on top of you, capturing your lips in a kiss for what felt like the millionth time.

For a few moments, there was only the warmth of his body pressing against yours, the taste of his lips, and the steady rhythm of his tongue. You were lost in the sensations of Rafe.

As the kiss deepened, his hands roamed over you, exploring your body with a sense of urgency. When he finally pulled away, his breath hot against your skin, he smirked.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he muttered against your mouth, his words a low growl.

You barely managed a breathless laugh. “And you talk too much,” you shot back, tugging him down to meet you again.

Rafe chuckled, the vibration of it low and warm against your lips. “Fair enough,” he murmured, before his lips claimed yours once more.

His hands roamed lower, sliding under you, between your body and the bed, resting just below your ass, under your dress. His cold hands sent a shiver through you, making you whimper.

He started sucking your neck slowly. “Needy girl.” He removed his hands from your ass and brought his head back up. He cupped the side of your face, making your breath hitch. You opened your mouth to say something—anything really, but before you could, his lips were on yours, stealing the words right off your tongue.

As he started the kiss, he moved one hand into your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. He groaned. “Fuck, you’re so wet f’me. Gonna make this pussy mine.”

His fingers started slowly drawing circles on your clit, the feeling too delicious to be true. You held onto his bicep like your life depended on it. “Rafeeee,” you moaned. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him.

As if he could read your mind he increased his pace, demolishing your clit. He then inserted two fingers inside you, quickly pumping in and out of you. “I’ll get this dress off ya’ soon.”

You gasped. “Rafee, I’m gonna cum.” You dug your nails into his neck, closing your eyes in pleasure.

“Hol’ on f’me.” He whispered and kissed your neck one last time before gently taking your dress off, revealing a blue Victoria’s Secret set with white lace and white bows.

He let out a low whistle. “You knew what you were doing, didn’t ya?”

You shook your head, lying. “I didn’t!” You giggled, trying not to cum as he told.

“Liar.” He smirked, yanking your panties off. He dragged his tongue torturingly slow against your slit, making you whimper. He kept on pumping two fingers in and out of your cunt.

“This what you wanted, right?”

You nodded through your moans. “Yes, daddy!” He took that as a sign to get rid of his fingers and spread your pussy replacing his fingers with his tongue, making swirls in your cunt.

You gasped out. “Rafee! Don’t stop!” You held onto his head while he ate you out and he held tightly onto your thighs.

You groaned. “I’m gonna cum!”

He pulled his head back, putting his fingers back in you. “Let go f’me baby.” You came with a whimper, and he pulled his fingers out, finally tasting you.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet.” He kissed your stomach, before standing up to undress himself.

He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up and slowly easing himself in. He groaned. “Fuck, so wet f’me.” He increased his pace. He leaned over you making makeshift handcuffs with his free hand, which wrapped your wrists perfectly.

“So tight, Darlin’” he grunted as his tip hit your cervix.

Your eyes rolled back. ”Oh my gosh, don’t stop!” you squealed.

He went as fast as he could. “I ain’t stopping any time soon, sweet thing.” Rafe straightened back up and moved your hands to your stomach, doing the same thing he did earlier.

With every stroke Rafe’s breaths were short and quick. “Fuckk, you feel s’ good around me, squeeze my cock jus’ like that.” You squeezed around him more, which made him groan, close his eyes, and throw his head back.

“Yeah, jus’ like that, sweetheart.” He nodded.

“Was making him jealous really the reason you are letting me fuck you? Or is making him jealous just a benefit of what you already wanted to happen, regardless of him?” He looked into your eyes, a serious look on him, searching your face for an answer.

“No, I already wanted you, daddy. Been wanting this since I met you, you fucking me this good…”

He groaned. “Fucking good girl, fucking good girl,” he said before taking his finger to your clit, rubbing it intently.

You whimpered. “I’m gonna cum, Rafe!”

He smirked. “Can’t hear ya’! Be a lil louder for me. I wanna hear you.”

You agreed and basically screamed. “OH MY GOD! Shit! I’m gonna cum, Rafeee.” You squeezed your eyes shut.

He slowed his pace, using his free hand to stoke your cheek. “Cum f’me baby, you did so well f’me. Let go f’me.” He grunted, then increased his pace. You came with a loud cry.

“That’s it, baby girl. I’m almost there, Darlin’” he slurred out. You nodded and closed your eyes as you came down from your high. A few seconds later, he pulled out and released on your stomach.

He sighed, collapsing on the bed next to you. “That was—“ he closed his eyes, smirking. “That was the best I’ve had in a while, I hadn’t come that quick in so long.” He kissed you for a few seconds before pulling away. You smiled as you rolled over on your side.

“Good to know.” You smiled proudly. You sat up, sighing. ”I’m gonna go clean up!”

He practically jumped up. “I’m coming with ya.” He picked you up from the bed and carried you to the bathroom.

“Maybe after this we’ll go shopping and get you some new clothes, would you like that?” he asked with thoughtful eyes.

You nodded. “Mhm… I’d like that,” you replied, giving him a sweet smile.

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league-of-sam · 10 months ago

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Don't Be Shy | Konig x Reader

Kӧnig x TF141 x AFAB!Reader

PART ONE

Summary: Transferred against your will to a new task force to calm a troubled soldier, you felt way in over your head - especially when you came face to face with a 6'10" mountain of Austria. 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, human trafficking, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

2 / 3 / 4 / 5

You'd been the new kid on the block, over and over again.

Late to training, late into the 141, and now, late into Task Force KorTac with a very special, and very specific mission.

A mission that was built for you.

A mission that required the utmost professionalism.

A mission that required somehow pulling a 6’10” brick shithouse out of his own head and into a team - but you didn’t know that, yet.

Oh, and fuck, did you protest it. Over and over and over again. It had taken you months to settle with the 141 boys, and now you were being shipped off, away from your family.

“You’re really good at that, uh, the empathy shit.” Price had said, placing a warming hand on your shoulder.

“I’m a soldier, Price. And you know how much I struggle around new people.” You spoke, the latter half of the sentence said in a hushed tone.

“Yes, but you’re good at, ya know, feeling." He replied, fingers lifted to place air quotes around the word, "You got Ghost to come out of his shell!”

At that moment, your lieutenant entered the room, making his way over at the mention of his callsign.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, so send him! Lord knows he needs the practise.”

“Watch ya mouth, little one.” Ghost said, stepping next to you.

“Just because you’re a foot taller than me does not mean you get to bully me for it, Simon.”

Despite what people thought about the giant, skull-mask-wearing man, he was soft and caring; the relationship you had built together was that of siblings, and he had your back more than any ordinary brother would.

Ghost’s eyes were dark under his mask, but you knew he was smirking, “Not my fault you’re a short arse.”

“Yet I’m still a better sniper than you.”

“No, you bloody well aren’t-”

“Children! Please…” Price interrupted the sibling-like bickering; fingers pinched on the bridge of his nose. “If we could focus on the task at hand?”

Ghost poked your side, mumbling, “Yeah, (Y/L/N), focus on your task.”

“Go have Soap suck your dick some more, sounds like you need to relax.” You mumbled back.

Your retort had Ghost choking, the sharp intake of air he made as his head whipped to look at you causing him to cough relentlessly. Price shook his head, waving him off to sort himself out.

It wasn’t exactly a secret within the team that there was something a little less savoury going on with your lieutenant and Sergeant MacTavish, especially when the latter would constantly confide in you about his crush.

Especially, after what had happened with Hassan and the missiles.

But, thanks to your meddling, you had been able to get Ghost to open up, and it seemed like the two were much happier.

Not that you’d dare make a comment about it in front of anyone but Price and Ghost himself.

You valued your life, thank you very much.

And as much as Ghost loved you like a sister; he would absolutely kill you.

As Ghost walked away, you shot him the sweetest smile you could muster, resulting in him throwing you the finger.

“Look, you’re the only one I think can get through to him, kid. The task force needs you.” Price continued.

“I applied to be here, sir. I worked damn hard to make it onto the 141.”

He sat you down, taking your hands in his, “This isn’t permanent. I promise, we’ll be here waiting when ya get back, because I want to work with this guy. He’s bloody good, so I need you to make sure he can play well with others."

You sighed heavily, the weight of responsibility and leaving your family crushing your shoulders, "And you are my best sniper., Karma.”

Price had whispered that last part, for your ears only, a smirk across his bearded lips. You smiled widely, a giggle falling from your mouth.

It felt good to get that recognition from your superior.

He wasn’t wrong; the reason you made it onto the 141 in the first place was your incredible skill as a marksman…well, markswoman. You’d earned the call sign Karma from Soap, who watched you in a training drill he ran.

You’d been perched up high, completely hidden, and any enemy that your team missed in combat, you cleaned up, never missing a shot. Like the saying goes, if you can’t get ‘em, karma will.

It was also suitable for those who underestimated you. Every person you’d gone up against in hand-to-hand training doubted your abilities due to your smaller frame, but fuck, did you prove them wrong every time.

Broken noses here.

Fractured limbs there.

You were Karma, and no one messed with you.

“So, think you can do this for me?” Price said.

“Affirmative, sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

With that, you walked, albeit with a little sadness, back to your quarters, packing a duffle of your things. Price had said you’d only be away for a couple of months tops, depending on how the mission went.

At the car, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and the rest of the 141 were there to say goodbye, all of them giving you a squeeze as they wrapped you in their arms.

“You be good, alright?” Ghost had whispered in your ear, “See you when ya come home.”

“It almost sounds like you’re gonna miss me, Lt.” You quipped, and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure you’d like to believe that.”

“He’ll miss ye, bonnie.” Soap cut in, lifting you off the ground, “As will I. Don’t forget me in the excitement of the big bad KorTac boys, will ya?”

“I could never, Soap. You’re my number one!”

With one final wave and various counts of love you’s, you were stuffed into the car with Price and Laswell, the two of them escorting you personally.

Your heart hung low as your team got smaller and smaller behind you, but you were honoured to have been sought out by another team.

KorTac.

Didn’t quite have the same ring to it as 141, but it’d do.

The journey was short from the training camp in London, as you were dropped off at Heathrow, where a private chopper awaited you. From there, you were shipped off to a covert facility in the mountains of Hungary.

The scenery was beautiful, but your nerves bubbled up inside you.

With a silent nudge from the pilot, you were shoved out of the chopper, greeted by several members of your new team.

“Sergeant (Y/L/N), yes?” the man said, a heavy Hungarian accent lacing his words.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me. Sergeant (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You stuck your hand out, “But you can call me Karma, whatever suits.”

“Fender.” the man said, shaking your hand, “I run things here at KorTac. This is my second in command, Roze.”

A woman stepped forward from behind him, also taking your hand in hers, “We’re honoured to have you here, Karma. Heard a lot about you.”

“Well, I’m honoured that you guys wanted me.”

The pleasantries continued until you were being guided to their facilities, being allowed to drop off your bags before rushing to the tactical room, where the rest of the team was waiting for your arrival.

You were introduced swiftly, barely remembering anyone’s names before you were guided once again to another place, ending up in Fender’s office. He offered you a seat, sitting opposite at his desk.

“So, what exactly did Captain Price tell you of your purpose here?”

“Not a lot, really. He mentioned that I was needed because you have a soldier here that needs…help? And that there was a mission coming that required my particular skill.”

“Ahh, yes. That would be Kӧnig…” he sighed, pulling out a file and dropping it in front of you.

You opened the file, to find a picture of a man, a sniper hood that you recognised adorning his face. Scanning the information, you found that he was Austrian, joining the task force here through the KSK, basically being used as a front man for the teams on-ground.

“Kӧnig has…issues. He came here wanting to be a sniper, but, as you’ll see when you meet him, his physical attributes do not allow it. He didn’t take that well, but he excels as part of the contact team.”

“So, what exactly is the problem?”

Fender sighed, leaning forward in his chair, “He seems to have some problems with anxiety. I was informed that you used to suffer with such issues but were able to overcome them.”

You scoffed a little, “So, I’m here to be a glorified babysitter?”

You felt bad for this Kӧnig.

You couldn’t imagine wanting nothing more than to be a sniper and then have it taken away from you because of your physicality.

That would fucking suck.

“We just need someone to calm him, teach him control. A lot of the other team members are so scared of him they can barely stand being in the same room.”

“Arseholes…” you whispered under your breath, “That’s hardly fair, sir. By the looks of things, he is an essential member of this team.”

“That maybe so, but I can’t have my soldiers acting that way off the field. Unfortunately, if you cannot help him, he will no longer be welcome on any task force.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

How fucking unfair.

Before you could say anything, the office door opened. You stood to greet Roze but gasped slightly at the giant shadow behind her.

Stood in front of you, was a complete mountain of a man.

He had to duck down considerably to make it through the doorframe. Every single inch of him was huge. Ghost used to make you feel intimidated and tiny, but this…this was fucking ridiculous. Kӧnig had to have been at least 6’10”, and the size of his muscles would put both Ghost and Soap to shame.

Truly, this was a big, big man.

Oh, you thought, the sniper hood stayed on?

“Ah, Kӧnig, there you are. Thank you, Roze, you may go.”

“Sir.” She nodded, smiling to you before leaving the room and shutting it behind her.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Kӧnig spoke, barely sparing you a glance as he addressed his superior. A thick accent tainted his English, but he was well-spoken.

Fender stood, moving around the desk to the two of you, “Yes. This is Karma, she’s the new addition to the team, and will be your new…partner, as such.”

“Uh, p-partner, sir?”

Fender nodded.

“Hi.” You spoke, a soft smile on your features as you stuck out your hand for him to shake. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), but you can call me (Y/N/N), or Karma, whatever you like really.”

Your hands shook from nervousness as you rambled on.

New people always made you anxious, but this…this was intense.

Was it the accent?

The sheer size of him?

You couldn’t tell if you were intimidated, anxious, or frankly, maybe even a little turned on.

“Kӧnig.” He grunted but refused to meet your hand.

It hung in the air for an embarrassing amount of time, causing you to clear your throat as you lowered it, heat rising to your cheeks.

Yeah, this guy’s people skills were shite.

“Uh, right. Pleasure to meet you.” You finally said in an effort to shake off the awkwardness.

With that, Fender led the two of you back out, and towards the training centre. As you passed various soldiers, many of them looked to you, whispering.

By now, stares and such were just water off a duck’s back for you. Being part of the infamous 141 always brought a lot of unwanted attention. But that didn’t mean it didn’t make you uncomfortable, nonetheless.

Kӧnig, on the other hand, walked slightly behind you and Fender, his eyes not leaving the back of your body. He was used to the stares and whispers, the team never failing to make him feel like a freak of nature on the daily.

But he didn’t care at this moment.

He was fascinated by you.

The bright pink slivers of colour that peaked out from beneath the rest of your hair intrigued him; he was sure that went against regulation. You were also so sweet and tiny, the sniper rifle strapped to your back was almost as big as you were.

So, you were a sniper.

Why the fuck would Fender pair him with a sniper? Like he didn’t get mocked enough!

And now here you were, walking around with your head held high, like you fucking owned the place.

His own personal fucking babysitter.

The more he looked at you, the more his heart filled with rage, gloved fists balling at his sides.

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brain-n-body-in-disarray · 1 year ago

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What the h*ll is "basic hygiene" anyway?

If you're like me, you've been struggling with hygiene for a long time. I'm neurodivergent, I have chronic fatigue and chronic pain, so yeah, it's been hard, my whole life.

Here's a few tips that helped me or some of my friends.

1. Redefine "basic hygiene"

No, really. Redefine it. Neurotypical and able-bodied people will tell you all can of things about what is "basic" hygiene.

The rule is: do what you can. That's it. The rest of the post will be tips to increase what you can do. But in the meantime, just do your best. You're fantastic the way you are.

2. Time

There's two thing here.

The first is: find the right time for you. It's not always easy, because we often have obligations, and we're supposed to be clean at those right moments. It's not easy. Sometimes it "helps" because it gives us that "boost" we needed to start getting clean, but most of the time it's just stressful. So instead find the moment that works best for you. I know there's moments in the day when it'll be easier for me to start tasks that I would struggle with at an other time, but I prioritise other things instead for a reason or another. Try washing yourself then, even if people will tell you it's strange to have a shower at three pm. Who cares.

The second is: divide to conquer. You don't have to wash ALL the parts of your body at once. You don't necessarily have the energy for it and it's okay. Also it can feel daunting to face that long list of steps. A body has a LOT of parts to wash and clean. Really, that's scary and exhausting. So the solution might be to do smaller things here and there. Do what you can when you can, that's okay. At least you've done something, that's great!

You are also allowed to take breaks in the middle. It can help if you are tired, or if it makes you anxious.

3. Wipes.

I personally hate washing with soap and water, whether it's a bath, shower or just at the sink. It takes time, it's a lot of steps, and it feels horrible. I do it when I can, but I don't enjoy it. The partial solution is wipes.

Baby wipes are great, they're soft, some smell good but faint, some has no odor. You can clean yourself quickly without rinsing. And they don't let that terrible feeling on your skin.

There's wipes made for your private parts. Which is an important part to clean. Also wet toilet paper is good. (For private parts wipes, buy the organic ones, you don't want anything too harsh there)

Make-up removal wipes are not just to remove make-up. They do clean you face.

Don't use antibacterial wipes though. At least not regularly. They are too harsh for your skin, you'll just damage it. Also too much antibacterial stuffs just make bacterias more resistant.

Bonus point: wipes can easily be carried in a bag. Handy.

4. Charts and lists and apps.

Whether you forget to do it or it you have done it already, or you can't get motivated, or you can't manage to start washing, or there's so many steps you get overwhelmed, or you start but can't remember what to do next, etc., those tips might help.

There's apps like Habitica (it's the most well known but there's others) that help you building habits and remembering to do stuffs and making it fun (help with rewards). It's about general tasks but can be applied to washing. A friend also told me there's a pokemon app to brush your teeth but I haven't tried it.

If you get overwhelmed by the steps and get lost in the middle, making a list of those steps, laminating and putting it in the bathroom near the sink or in the shower can help you keeping tracks. You can even put a dry erase marker near the list to check what have already be done.

5. The "bath buddy"

If you live with someone, you can ask their help.

I'm not saying they have to wash you. Or maybe I am? A friend takes his showers with his boyfriend to help getting motivated.

It can just be your platonic roommate behind the door talking to you, telling you funny stories.

Having company can help start the task and make it more enjoyable which help in itself but also make it less daunting the next times. Having a bath buddy also helps if you get lost in the middle of a task, they can tell you what the next step is. They can also keep you on tracks and in the present (I know I tend to dissociate a lot in the bathroom). And they keep your mind off the bad stuffs (body dysphoria for example, or sensory discomfort)

6. You're never too old for "kids' stuffs"

Because you're never to old for fun stuffs.

No, really, there's no reason why you should deprive yourself of something that would make washing more fun.

Wash your teeth with bubblegum flavored toothpaste.

Play with bathtoys. Buy those little plastic boats and those little squirting animals. (Seriously, the fact that the only fun thing for bath for adult is bubbles is a crime)

The word here is "fun". Make the bathroom fun. Buy a shower curtain with cute elephants playing with water. Put adhesive ducks on the tiles. Make that darn room a place you want to be in, not just to distract you from the bad stuff but to enjoy your life.

7. Teeth. Oh no, the teeth.

First thing: as I said, you don't have to use that "adult toothpaste". The menthol contained in it can be sensory hell. You can use kid toothpaste, it cleans just as well. If you can't use any toothpaste try brushing without it with just water. You can also try toothpaste tablets (you chew on them and then brush). You can try mouthwash. You can try oil-pulling. The point here is to remove some bacteria from your mouth.

About brushing. There's different hardness in toothbrushes. If you're using hard, try medium. If you're using medium, try soft. If you're using soft, try baby toothbrush. If no toothbrush works for you, try a wet cloth, or your finger. Try using toothpicks to remove the remains of food and then use mouthwash.

If the storebought mouthwash doesn't do with you, make it yourself. There's recipes online with essential oils (optional, but maybe there's one you might like), baking soda and water. (I don't recommend using lemon juice, it might damage your enamel.)

My friend just told me I should mention dental floss. I personally hate it, but it might be useful to some of you. It's probably more effective than toothpicks. They also comes mounted on these little plastic sticks if you struggle with the thread alone.

8. Chair

No, really, you have the right to sit down during washing. Buy a shower chair. Put a bench on your bathtub instead of struggling to stand up. Put a chair in front of the sink to sit when you brush your teeth.

You don't have to be physically disabled to use a chair to wash. And if you're disabled there's still no shame. Standing up can be boring, it can be painful, it can be tiring. So sit. You are allowed.

And if you prefer standing, do. You can pace. You can dance. You can do gymnastics. (Just be careful if you're brushing your teeth, okay. Or if you're in the shower. Don't hurt yourself.)

9. Music

If you don't have a buddy to talk to you, music or even podcasts, anything to listen to, can be a nice way to help. They makes the experience more enjoyable. They keeps your head away from the bad sensory experience or the awareness of your own body.

I also find using the same playlist useful to keep track of the time I've been spending in the shower. I even time the steps on the tracklist, I know I washed that part of my body for long enough if that song is over, I need to do the next step.

Also, for me me music is part of the ritual. It helps me to get in the right mind, it motivates me, it makes the routine.

10. Multi-purpose products.

I've seen all those beauty posts about "layering". It's nice if you have the energy and the time, but no, it's not for me.

I hate moisturising creams. I really do. They smells funny, they feels gross and sticky, and it takes forever to apply. It's an unnecessary step for me. But I have dry skin (at least on my body). The easy solution is to use surgras soap or surgras shower gel. (Not just the "moisturising" soap, that won't hydrate as well.)

I don't just remove the unpleasant experience of moisturiser, I remove a step. I save energy.

Also, multi-purpose products help with organisation, there's less things to think about. There's less risk of taking the wrong bottle because you're too headfogged. Less chance of chaos in the bathroom.

I personally can't do that for everything. I'd like to have one soap for everything, but my body skin and my face skin and my private parts and my hair all need different stuffs. But I do try to keep things to a minimum, because the number of products can be quickly overwhelming. So try to balance your sensory needs with your organisation problem.

(Also, if like me you hate the feeling of moisturiser, aloe vera gel is great. It is a bit sticky, but in a different way than cream. I personally prefer that one. There's also the option of oil, there's different kinds for different skin types, even for oily skin.)

11. Japaneses know best: the bidet.

This one might sounds strange for some folx. Where I live, bidets used to be extremely common but they are disappearing. We used to have a bidet next to the toilets in our homes. Japanese toilets have a built-in bidet but they are expensive. There is a cheaper (but still not cheap) alternative. You can buy a bidet toilet seat attachment to put on your own toilets.

Why am I telling you about bidet? Because when you struggle to wash regularly, bidets are incredibly useful.

Toilet paper is highly unhygienic. Wet toilet paper is a bit better. Bidets, that spray a jet of water on your privates, clean so much better.

And they are easy and quick to use. You just press a button and you are clean.

If you have a vagina, it's even more important, because it lowers significantly the risks of getting UTI and the likes.

If you can afford it, I recommend it.

12. The hat, or "well, f*ck it"

You can fail to wash in time for whatever obligation you have. That's okay.

Just use the card "camouflage".

Greasy hair? If they are long, brush them and tie them tightly, and put on a fashionable hat. Or you favorite, silly, hat. Or just a random hat that your aunt gave you (you know the one, you wondered for three weeks if you smiled enough when you received the gift because you didn't want to offend her). Scarfs are nice too.

Other idea to hide greasy hair? A wig. They are higher maintenance, but they are good to have for occasions where you have to look a bit better or if you can't wear a hat for whatever reason.

About odors... Well you know the trick of deodorants and perfume. Not what I recommend, at least not alone. For once not everyone can stand their smell. Also, they aren't that great to succeed at masking odors. If you can, use wipes to clean your armpits (also the underbreasts if you have them) and the neck and chest area. It might not remove all the odors but it'll help and with some deodorant if you can stand it, you should be good.

About deodorant: you can use a dollop of moisturiser (yes, I know I said I hate them, but listen), it will help to stop the formation of odors but the fragrance is usually mild or absent. It's also less harsh than the usual deodorant. You only need a small amount for it to work. You just need to clean before (wipes should be enough)

13. Don't stew in your dirty clothes.

Try to change your clothes often even if you don't wash. Especially your underwears.

I know it might sound counterintuitive to wear clean clothes when your skin is dirty, but staying in old clothes is like wearing a petri dish. By keeping the same clothes on you, you also keep the bacterias that live on it and your body.

It's especially bad in some areas, like your private parts, your feet and your armpits.

If you live alone, or if you live with someone who don't care, don't put clothes on at all. You'll just stew in your bacterial crock pot otherwise.

Staying naked also has the upside of reducing the amount of laundry you have to do.

14. Use your strengths.

Sometimes it's as simple as using your other hand because your dominant one is achy.

Sometimes it's listening to a podcast about your special interest.

You're an artist? Put a whiteboard in the shower. Or, I don't know, draw your body, laminate the drawing, and color the parts you have already washed with a dry erase marker.

Your thing is to make lists of animals of Paraguay? Recite them alphabetically and make a song with them while you brush your teeth and wash your face and clip you nails.

Dancers here? Each movement you make is part of a choreography.

15. Aftercare.

Hygiene is immensely stressful and energy consuming. You don't just deserve a reward, you need aftercare.

It's okay to take a nap. It's okay to need to engage with your special interest. It's okay to need a hug. It's okay to want to be alone. It's okay to feel bad too. Have a cry. Be moody. Don't be ashamed of what you feel. Of course it's better if you manage to avoid these emotions. But it's okay if you have them.

And give yourself a little treat. Have a cup of your favorite tea. Put a shiny sticker in your "things I've done good today" diary. Cuddle with your pet. Read the Swedish dictionary.

Drink a glass of water and eat something.

Also, if you have chronic pain, like I do, take your meds. (My joints are always a bit achy after standing too long, or my shoulder are stiff after washing my hair)

Write an essay about why keeping up with your hygiene is a pain.

Do what you want and do what you need.

16. Shame has no place in the bathroom.

If you've read my previous post, you know what I mean.

I've said it in this post, it's okay to struggle, to not be perfect, or as perfect as neurotypicals and able-bodied people say we should be. Their criterias are bullcrap.

Shame won't help you to keep up to these unachievable standards. They'll just undermine you.

Also, it's okay if some of what I've said here seems unachievable also. I shared what helps me and some of my friends, but your needs might be different and that's totally okay. Maybe someone will make a post with tips that'll help more? I hope so.

Anyway, you do what you can and you congratulate yourself for it. Every step is an achievement worth of praise.

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sarafinaparvez · 5 months ago

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The Ultimate ˎˊ-

In this post I share every single step you'll need in order to create a proper skincare routine for both the day and nighttime; as well as extra tips for a variety of skin needs, while also bringing attention to certain steps that may just be optional and those that are necessary for everyone.

Starting with your daytime routine :

Step 1 “Cleanser” :

Cleansing the skin in the morning with a cleanser is *actually* not always necessary (though a good idea in some cases such as if you use hair oils/hair products at night and have acne prone skin) OR in the case of having a lot of residual skincare from the night before, that is sitting on the surface of the skin in the morning. Otherwise it's fine to just rinse the skin with water and pat dry.

Step 4 “SPF” :

The only “mandatory” skincare for the AM is adequate application of Sunscreen. No cleanser or moisturizer necessary (as mentioned above). When applying sunscreen however you want the spf to be able to absorb and penetrate the skin directly as chemical sunscreen filters need to touch the skin to be most effective (it absorbs UV and converts it into heat). This is also why if you do choose to use a moisturizer before sunscreen in the AM (Step 3) it’s best to use one that also contains spf or, pick a moisturizer that is highly absorbent (such as a water based moisturizer) compared to one that is highly occlusive; so that it’s not interfering with the sunscreen penetrating the skin. Reapply as often as needed especially if out doors or in contact with sun exposure (like indoor windows). Every 2 hours is suggested from day to evening.

As for Step 2: “Vitamin C“ :

Is also optional, and most dermatologists I have researched or spoke with generally say to “decide’ for yourself whether or not you want to add it in your routine. This is due to the fact that it’s quite difficult to “prove” the efficacy of the L ascorbic acid with aiding in sun protection and even skin tone complexation etc. (This is ingredient your looking for to get the benefits of what Vitamin C products claim to do on the skin). This questionability is due to various factors that contribute to the Vitamin C product being “stable” and effective. I myself am not currently using a Vitamin C product in my routine (but have in the past) and will update this page on my previous/new experiences when I do reintroduce it. I will recommend that you only purchase a Vitamin C that firstly has “L ascorbic acid as its main form of vehicle. (This is the most reliable stable form of Vit C) and, that you also purchase it from a ”Derm Brand” which may make it an expensive purchase. (More info below in my personal products and recommendations section of this page soon).

Other Tips and notes for skincare in the AM:

Avoid SPF sticks and sprays as they do not nearly have enough coverage to protect you from the sun and remember that makeup containing SPF (though better than makeup that doesn't) does not contain nearly the amount of “Sun Protection Factor” to protect your skin as a regular sunscreen lotion would typically. Although I love makeup I try not to wear it very regularly in the summer if not an event; just so that I can apply SPF instead. Also keeping hand sanitizer with you is a good way to disinfect your hands if you do not have access to a wash station/soap/water etc.

If your short on time in the morning just apply spf after rinsing the skin with water and/or take your spf bottle with you! Remember to keep your sunscreen out of hot cars, humid bathrooms or freezing environments to keep the product effective.

For the Nighttime :

If wearing eye makeup treat this as Step 1, and remove with micellar water first (or product of choice) and cotton pads. Hold cotton pad to eye for about 15 seconds minimum and swipe across gently back and forth to remove makeup. This avoids harsh tugging of the skin which may effect skin elasticity or cause irritation. I like to take an extra cotton pad after, fold it in half and drench the “outer fold” to remove makeup from the upper and lower lash line diligently. Ignoring this area can encourage old makeup to enter your eyes. The reason why I prefer having this step in routine, as opposed to just using the same cleanser or balm as I would my face to remove eye makeup is because it’s more thorough in removal, requires less effort and is less messy which makes me more inclined to do my skincare routine on time when I need to. (That’s important!) But if you don’t tend to wear a lot of heavy eye makeup that requires some effort to remove it’s definitely fine skipping this step.

1. Cleanse rest of the face from sunscreen/make up/lotion/daily dirt and grime as need be with any making removing oil or balm cleanser. Make sure to double/triple cleanse as needed. I will often use cotton pads and micellar water to remove my first layer of makeup just as I did with my eyes and then follow through will the oil/balm cleanser as the second step. If i’m not wearing makeup, I don’t use micellar water on my face and just my cleanser of choice once or twice.

2. Apply serum/hydrating product all over face, neck and eyes. I consider this “the supplementary skin step”, similar to taking a supplement, you can choose to add extra serums, toners, essences etc. to aid in extra hydration, or even introduce products that may address certain skin textural issues etc. There’s a boat load of products you can choose for this step but you will never go wrong with a hydrating serum or essence to give your skin a boost that will make a visible difference than just using your moisturizer alone. Some choose to layer multiple products in this step and if you do the thinnest is generally what you would use first. Overcomplicating this step is common; especially for skin care lovers which may lead to various issues such as irritation from too many products. I left more details on my skincare page in the section below where I touch of various products causing irritation if you want more direction or tips on how to choose the right type of serum/essence/toner for you based on the intended outcome you are trying to achieve.

3. Apply a small amount of eye retinol to the under eye area only.

4. Apply moisturizer all over face neck and eyes (lightly dab over the eye area too, where you placed the retinol (optional). Dabbing is important so you do not move around the eye retinol. Alternatively, you can use eye moisturizer first and eye retinol on top. I prefer the way around, as eye-retinols are quite gentle on my under eye area so I benefit from that direct retinol-to-skin contact.

5. Apply Tretinoin/other related product everywhere *except* the eye area (both the under eyes and lids). Be careful not to bring the tretinoin to close the eye area where you may have spread the eye retinol product out so that you are not layering multiple retinoids on top of one another. Use cautiously around sides of nose, chin and mouth as these area tend to be too sensitizing of a location for many people to tolerate the use of this product. Any area that has repetitive dryness or flakiness (long-term) past the initial “purging adjustment” stage is too sensitive to tolerate the product. Using tret/other in these areas may be causing inflammation of the skin or barrier damage.

*** Optional Step apply an extra layer of any simple occlusive face/body lotion over the entire face if you’d like to seal in the hydration (optional)- when implementing this step after retinol its considered the “sandwich method” (moisturizer, retinol, moisturizer) which some claim helps the skin better tolerate retinoids but I use just to help to keep the skin’s hydration sealed overnight; particularly in the winter season when my room is blasting hot air throughout the night. I also found it helped when I was previously on 0.05 tret (a concentration that I felt was a bit too sensitizing for me at the start).

6. Always remember chap stick & Vaseline for the lips. Any petroleum jelly product ontop of chap stick of choice can be applied for extra protection. Petroleum jelly is optional but the chap stick is recommended.

Other tips and notes for skincare in the PM :

If you find a night in which you are tired before bed just cleanse and moisturize. This is the only mandatory step of your nighttime routine as the skin regenerates and “builds” itself during sleep and simply needs to be kept clean and protected. Just as failure to not address adequate sun protection in the morning with lead to premature aging and other potential complications- so will not sleeping with a clean face at night; so both steps need to be done committedly. Even if you chose not to wear sunscreen in the daytime (though I doubt someone taking that option is reading this page) washing your face at night is a basic hygiene practice if anything just as taking a shower is. So don’t be disgusting. 😂

In essence, products that will makeup your routine include :

* Moisturizer

* Cleanser that can remove makeup & be gentle on your skin

* Eye makeup remover (if you need it)

* “Hydrator” (essence/ampule/serum etc.)

* Night Active for FACE (Retinol/Retinoid/Tretinoin/Vitamin A derivative of choice etc.)

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Domesticity and Other Distractions: Hound x Reader fic (PART 2)

|| Sorry it's so short! I'm still working on this, slowly but surely. I just haven't had the time with working second shift and trying to save up for my own place. I really hope you all like it! This is sort of like an escape for me at the moment with life being the way it is right now. I know we could all use a little sweetness in life and Hound is just the mech for the job! ||

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Now that you’re in the full cleaning swing he makes his way downstairs feeling that itch himself. He closes up the garage and notes the mess your roomies left for you in the kitchen. Hound’s only ever done one chore for you here and that was taking out the trash (because it was a near torrential downpour and he didn’t want you to have to deal with that), so he does that and hopes it makes things easier for you. He tries not to fault your friends and chalks it up to them being just as tired as you, then he sees that there’s the largest pile of dirty dishes imaginable lying in the sink. Now that’s just plain rude!

He's never done it before with human food, but he imagines it’s a lot like cleaning energon cubes, so it’s not completely unfamiliar as he reaches for the dish soap and a sponge. Methodically he makes his way through the mountain and, in no time flat, he’s got the majority of it done. After a few more pots and pans he’s onto rinsing and then putting things on the counter over a towel to dry. He can see why you hate doing it when he notices the pads of his avatar’s fingers getting all wrinkly (what a weird thing humans do). He makes a note to ask you about why that happens later.

It's doing tasks like these that have him wondering about domesticity and you, and how he always finds the two going hand and hand with each other. If he were a human he’d have no problem doing all of these little things while you do some other little home things in a different part of the house. Even now when he’s pretending to be something he’s not, it’s like living in some fantasy where he’s not on the front lines of an eons long war and he doesn’t have to worry about you or the people he loves getting hurt. He can imagine that he lives here on this little blue marble in the middle of nowhere with a house, a garden, plenty of land to explore and sights to see, and you, always happy to see him and be loved by him. Now wouldn’t that be something?

He leaves the quaint little imaginings to the back of his processor and takes a moment to look around and see what else he can do to make things a little easier for you. Before he can take a crack at the living room and the many things in there, you’re coming down the stairs in your pajamas. By Primus, you look so cozy and soft with the light from the window on the stairs shining just right. You’re radiant and ethereal and his spark jumps in his chassis.

“I finished the room!”

You hop along down the steps, more pep than you should have from working all night long and wrap your arms around him with a hum. He can smell the freshly applied body spray, something soft and clean smelling with a hint of woody notes, when he returns the embrace and sways gently from side to side. This is surely some sort of dream. There is no way that Primus let him have this soft little thing from outer space that loved him so much. But who was he to question the creator.

“Ah took care of the dishes and the trash for you,” you look up at him in surprise, “Figured I’d make myself useful and try to tidy up.”

“Hound, you didn’t have to do all of that,” and the smile you give him is a mile long.

“Ah know, jus’ didn’t want you to stress yourself, darlin’.”

“You are too cute, you know that?”

You bury your face into his chest and he brings up a hand to cup the back of your head content to stay wrapped up in your warmth. How often do you get to hold each other like this? When was the last time you’d cuddled him, if ever? Not sitting on his shoulder or in his hand to be carried around and not sitting in his cab or the back seat when he takes you places. No, actually held and cuddled. When?

“Hey, do you want to take a nap with me?”

“Well, ah’ve never slept in a human bed before. Sure!”

With that you drag him excitedly up the stairs back to your room.

When Hound sees the space this time it’s definitely much cleaner. The bed is made and covered in soft, fuzzy blankets and plush pillows; the desk and bedside tables are visible if still a little cluttered, more of an organized cluster of items; and there are decidedly no “little patterned fabrics” to be seen.

“So, what do you think?”

(Part 1)

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whumpsoda · 3 months ago

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Could you write Adrastus finally feeding/bathing Malak after forgetting to do so for awhile?

I’d assume they’d genuinely feel guilty, like you would hushing your cat/dog only to later find it was because you forgot to fill their food bowl

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Adrastus, just having stepped away from their vanity - hair done up in rollers, and makeup freshly applied - pursed their lips, taking in a sharp wiff of air.

Something stunk, something particularly pungent, and surely it wasn’t them. They took their hygiene much too seriously for a silly mistake such as that.

Carefully, ever so gently as the realization dawned on them, their gaze fluttered to their beloved pet, sprawled out on his puppy mattress at the edge of their bed. His eyelids were near to a close, drool dribbling from his chin and down his throat. The headphones they’d given him were working wonders to keep him occupied - the only issue being their lack of rememberance on how long he’d been occupied.

“Malak? Malak, my baby?” They called, the smell only becoming ever present as they gracefully sank to their knees beside him. “Malak, dear, are you alright?”

He managed to regain at least a bit of conciousness once they slipped the bulky, big headphones off of his susceptible ears, making little grunts and groans as he blinked in confusion. “Mmngh… Masterrr…,”

“Yes, it’s me, darling.” Hoisting his upper half into their lap, they made the effort to ignore his sweat stained skin ruminating with grease. Out loud they thought, “How long has it been since you’ve had a bath?” He whimpered, clawing at his hair and belly with a sense of watered down desperation that made their gut churn. “Mass… terrrr…!” His tummy rumbled in anticipation, only furthering their thought to how long has it been since they’d fed him?

What a terrible thrall owner they were, neglecting their prize possession! Curling him into the biggest of hugs despite his stench, Adrastus scratched lovingly at his scalp.

Cupping his face, smooshing his acne riddled cheeks with their fingers, they traced his tense frown with their vision. “Let’s turn that frown upside down, why don’t we, baby?” Pinching the corners of his mouth, they upturned the corners of Malak’s lips.

Soon enough the water was running fast, filling up the tub as Malak sat and watched in awe, with Adrastus almost finished up in the kitchen preparing him an absolute feast of a meal.

“Get on in, baby, it’s all warm and cozy for you,” they sang, leading him into the tub with the promise of a full, deliciously red strawberry that they plopped between his teeth, stealing it before he could manage to eat the leaves as well.

Eagerly they began rinsing the grease and grime from every inch of him, carefully lathering soap with their plush hands, circular motions Malak welcomed fully. “Aw, you like that?” They cooed, booping him right on the nose above his wide, beaming smile.

“Y- yeshhh…” he mumbled, rubbing his cheek on their palm the same way a cat would, making Adrastus’ heart melt at the sight.

“Oh, you cutie pie, you!” They showered him with kisses, each peck sending him reeling with a blissful touch. “I will never forget about you again! Never ever!”

With drooping, drowsy eyes and gummed up cheeks, Malak nodded, sticking out his tongue for another bite of food that Adrastus was glad to supply.

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yawnderu · 1 year ago

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K-9 — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Chapter III

Sick as a dog, and just as vicious.

1 2 3 4 5

You work magic with your hands

The human body is able to withstand extreme damage.

"Medic!" Price's voice boomed across base, heavy footsteps following right after. The door slammed open before you could even get up, Gaz and Simon carrying a bloodied Soap. They set him down on the medical bed and you got up, rushing to them and examining the damage.

It's incredible, really, how the human body can withstand extreme conditions and stay resilient, such as a gunshot that had blood leaking out of Johnny's head like a faucet.

"Out. With me, Simon." You bark out orders and the men obey, Price patting your shoulder twice, the look in his eyes saying much more than words. Fix him.

"Apply pressure on the wound." Simon nods his head, quickly discarding his skull gloves as his bare hands apply pressure on Johnny's chest to limit the blood loss. You felt a weak pulse earlier, yet the sound of the EKG machine as soon as you hook him up served as reassurance. You immediately put on your gloves, not bothering to hook him up to an IV to avoid wasting time. His heartbeat is weak, but he's still here.

Your hands get to work immediately as Simon begins to treat the wound on Johnny's chest, a much simpler injury than the bullet in his head. You bring the light closer to his head, able to make out the familiar glint of the bullet encrusted in his brain.

Twelve hours. That's how long it took to complete surgery on Johnny to remove the bullet in his head and stabilize him. He's a lucky motherfucker; the base of his brain and spinal cord being completely untouched, allowing him to be part of the 10% of people who have survived a headshot.

Your knees give out right after you make sure Johnny is all covered up, exhaustion and stress along with the disappearing adrenaline finally catching up to you. Strong arms wrap around your torso to prevent you from falling— Simon, who refused to leave your office, staying awake those twelve hours in case his help was needed.

"With you, lass." He reminds you, helping you stand up and guiding you to your chair, crouching down to get a better look at you.

"Need a cuppa?" He asked gently, the back of his hand making contact with your forehead to check for your temperature.

"Fucking brits..." You grumble, tired eyes looking down at him, the way his gaze softens and the corners of his mouth tilt up into a small smile, a deep laugh escaping out of his lips for a second.

"Some coffee?" You nod your head, hands going under your glasses to gently rub your eyes as you struggle to stay awake. He gets up, hand on your shoulder squeezing softly to make you look up at him.

"I'll go tell that lot Johnny made it, think you can stay awake until they're here?" His words had hints of teasing despite the concern in his eyes, only turning away once you nodded your head. You got up from the chair, walking over to the medical bed and looking at Johnny's unconscious body. His heart beat was stable, at the very least.

"I miss you, Johnny." Your hand reaches out to hold his, squeezing softly before you bring it to your lips and plant a soft kiss on his knuckles, slowly putting his hand back on his stomach. As annoying as he can be, he feels like a younger brother, someone you'd lay down your own life for with no hesitation, though that secretly goes for the rest of the team.

You take a step back when you hear footsteps approaching, pretending to fix the new IV injected to him.

"Doc." Price greets, walking over to you and looking down at Johhny. Bruised and bloody, but alive.

"Knew I made the right choice with you." His heavy hand pats your shoulder, managing to offer you a smile despite all the stress he was in, not knowing whether or not one of his boys was going to make it.

"I'm honored, Captain." He could hear the appreciation under the layer of sarcasm.

"I don't know when he's going to wake up, but there wasn't any damage on the frontal lobe or top of the brain, so probably not gonna have brain damage either... not that it'd make much of a difference." You drift off, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you think back on the twelve hours that just passed, the deep chuckle escaping the captain turning your attention back to him.

"Good. Go rest, Gaz and I will take turns watching over him." You simply nod, turning away to leave and patting his arm gently as you walk past. A small smirk sets on your lips when you feel the muscle, quickly leaving the office and going to your quarters. You barely manage to remove the bloodstained white coat before you collapse in bed, any thoughts about what happened and the coffee Simon was making for you completely forgotten as you finally drift off to sleep.

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Rain of Shadows

FT: Simon x gn!reader

Warnings: Graphic depiction of physical injury, Themes of life-threatening situations and trauma, Mentions of death and emotional vulnerability, code name used for reader, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

SUM: Following the tense mission, Rain is injured in the line of duty. Despite the excruciating pain and the threat of death, Rain is determined to push through, drawing strength from the unspoken bond with Simon. As the team rushes to help, Simon’s unwavering presence and concern help Rain confront their vulnerability and find solace in the connection they share. The chapter is a turning point, showing that Rain is no longer alone in their struggles, with Simon becoming an anchor as they face the harsh reality of war together.

A/N: I wanted to highlight the cost of war to the best of my abilities—the physical pain, the emotional toll, and the uncertainty of survival. But even in the darkest moments, there’s strength in the connections we form. Simon’s steadfast care for Rain becomes a source of light in this overwhelming situation. The rawness of their relationship feels both fragile and fierce, and I hope it resonates as a testament to the importance of support and companionship, even in the most dangerous times. 🌑💡

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Part 10.1 - When Shadows Fall - FINALE

The air was thick with tension as you took a steadying breath, your gloved fingers tightening around your gear. This mission was no different from the countless others Task Force 141 had undertaken—a sweep for enemy activity in the desolate wasteland of war—but the weight of responsibility always pressed heavily on your chest.

The team gathered around, each member exuding their unique blend of focus and energy. Simon adjusted his mask with meticulous precision, his movements deliberate, while Soap, ever the live wire, paced with a grin that betrayed his anticipation. Gaz quietly double-checked his weapons, his calm efficiency grounding the group. Together, they were your anchor in this broken world.

You split off from the others, moving with practiced caution through the skeletal remains of what was once a thriving neighborhood. Hollow buildings loomed around you, their shattered windows like empty eyes watching your every step.

As you surveyed your sector, something unusual caught your attention—a house, standing mostly intact amidst the rubble. Its defiant structure felt out of place, a beacon of survival in a graveyard of destruction.

Curiosity tugged at you, and you approached, your weapon raised as you checked the windows. Nothing stirred within, but the silence felt wrong. Pushing the door open, you entered, every creak of the hinges setting your nerves on edge.

Inside, the house was a time capsule of abandonment. Dust-covered furniture and broken picture frames painted a haunting picture of a life abruptly interrupted. You moved cautiously, your footsteps barely a whisper against the cracked floorboards.

It wasn’t until you opened the hallway closet that everything went wrong. The crack of a gunshot shattered the silence, and a sharp, fiery pain tore through your stomach. The world narrowed to a single, searing point as adrenaline surged. Without thinking, you fired back, your attacker—a woman—falling to the ground in a heap.

Blood seeped through your hastily applied bandages, but you forced yourself to move. The others would be waiting, and you couldn’t risk compromising the mission. Simon’s voice broke through the static of your comms, laced with concern.

“What was that gunshot?”

You swallowed hard, forcing steadiness into your voice. “Just a graze. I’m fine.”

“You better not be lying to me,” Simon replied, his tone sharp but undercut with worry. The others chimed in, their reassurances mingling with their own urgency to finish their sweeps.

Each step back to the rendezvous point was agony. The makeshift bandage around your midsection was already soaked through, and darkness crept at the edges of your vision. But the thought of Simon, of his unwavering presence, urged you forward.

Finally, you can see them in the distance, the make-shift base where your team has gathered. You push yourself one last time, but halting, your legs buckled beneath you, and the world tilted as you collapsed onto the cracked asphalt.

Simon was the first to reach you, his hands shaking slightly as he eased you onto your back. His eyes, always hidden behind the mask, seemed to pierce through the haze.

“What the hell happened?” he demanded, his voice low but trembling with barely restrained panic.

“It’s fine,” you managed to croak, though the blood pooling beneath you betrayed your words.

“No, it’s not,” he snapped, his voice firm. He pressed down on your wound, his gloves slick with crimson. “You’re losing too much blood.”

Gaz dropped to his knees beside you, his hands steady as he worked to reinforce the bandages. “Stay with us,” he urged, his voice tinged with desperation.

Simon’s grip on your hand was unyielding. “If you die on me,” he muttered, his tone both a plea and a threat, “I’ll kill you myself.”

Despite the pain, a weak laugh escaped your lips, quickly turning into a cough. “I’ve been through worse,” you murmured, though the iron taste in your mouth said otherwise.

Simon’s eyes darkened, his voice softening. “Don’t say that. Stay with me Rain. Focus on me.”

The warmth of Simon’s hand anchored you to the moment, even as the world blurred around the edges. You had always felt something for him—something deeper than camaraderie—but now, with the specter of death looming, the weight of those unspoken feelings threatened to overwhelm you.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “You really care, don’t you?”

His gaze didn’t waver. “Always,” he replied, the raw honesty in his tone cutting through the chaos. “You’re my partner. Don’t forget that.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming comfort of his presence. For so long, you had carried your burdens alone, but here, in the shadow of uncertainty, you felt something you hadn’t dared to hope for: belonging.

As the others prepared to move, Simon stayed close, his hand never leaving yours. His voice, steady and commanding, kept you grounded. Your eyes start to flutter closed, Simon brushes his fingers along your cheek, breaking your thoughts.“Keep talking. Don’t close your eyes.”

Each word was a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink.

Whether you would survive this mission remained uncertain, but one thing was clear: you were no longer fighting alone. Simon’s resolve, his unwavering belief in you, filled the cracks in your armor, making you stronger than you had ever been.

As the team carried you toward safety, the bond you shared with Simon—unspoken yet undeniable—became your guiding light. Whatever lay ahead, you knew you would face it together. And for the first time in a long time, that was enough.

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yanandreckless · 8 months ago

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Rub A Dub Dub, Astartes in the tub 2/2

It's a face alright. His hair is black, relatively short and fully slicked back, whether with product or grease, remains to be seen. His whole face is in sharp lines and angles, starting from a prominent widow's peak and thick, low-set brows, to the high cheekbones and a glass-cutting square jaw. Tall, narrow nose, slightly crooked from having been broken in the past. Deep gash scars running down the side of his face and across his lips, distorting their shape into a permanent one-sided snarling grimace.

As expected, he looks like his skin never sees the sun and his eyes are deep set, boasting some dark circles a crunching game developer would envy him for. He looks up at me with inky eyes, holding his helmet under his arm and I know better than to focus on his scars so I just smile at him: "See? I was right! Adorable!" Of course that's not the word anyone would normally use for this face. He's handsome in a terrifying, almost uncanny valley way. And he's also clearly battered, and clearly not too young, if the deep lines between his brows are anything to go by. But he looks up at me with something akin to hope in those dark eyes and I can't help but feel endeared. Even the way he snarls at my compliment and kicks idly at the air is adorable. "Alright, keep going, I'll soak your armor in this while we bathe you, and then we'll scrub it, deal?" I show him a yellow plastic tub I normally use for Prince when he wants to cool down in the summer. I have now filled it with hot soapy water and two capfuls of skunk deodorizer and he nods in agreement. It turns out Strix' body is no less scarred than his face. Gashes, burn scars, punctures, and scars I can't even identify are littered all over him, along with those metal jacks and notches Astartes all have. Once he removes his gauntlets and boots, I see he's missing two toes and one finger. He's avoiding looking at me while he undresses, and helps me soak his armor in the soapy water, but once he's finally naked, he stands there, looking rather uncomfortable. I apply a generous amount of shampoo on a sponge and take the showerhead: "Alright, ready?" He merely huffs and before I know it, he's jumping and stealing the sponge from me, shaking his head stubbornly when I reach for it. Alright, he refuses to let me scrub him. Fine by me. I merely start the water and offer him the spray to step under: "Is it too hot?" He shakes his head. "Too cold?" Another shake of the head. He gets himself wet and then starts going to town with the soapy sponge. It soon gets brown. There's dust and sweat and grime all over this Astartes. "You're going to have to become better at hygiene if you wanna live with us, you know." He huffs grumpily but keeps scrubbing. I have to nearly pry the sponge out of his hands so that it gets rinsed and freshly soaped. That reminds me to check on the plastic tub and switch out the fully black water for a fresh soapy soak. Turns out I do it two more times before the water is acceptably clean. By that time, Strix has scrubbed himself truly clean and now looks much better. I spy his dirty nails and pass him a brush. There's a brief war of fake naive gaze versus my unrelenting one but he finally concedes and starts scrubbing under his grown claws on both hands and feet:

"Those need a trim." He snickers before tossing the brush aside once he's done. I give him a nice warm spray of water to rinse himself under and then a clean small towel I normally use for hands. He looks at it a bit perplexed.

"It's to dry yourself. You can even wrap yourself in it if you'd like." He hastily dries his hair and most of his body but then points at the tub with his armor, handing me the brush back. "Oh you want me to scrub your armor, sir?" I tease and he huffs again, grabbing the undergarments from the tub and starting to rub them against the soap bar vigorously. Surprisingly, we get through the scrubbing of his armor easily enough. It requires multiple rounds but it's not complicated work, and he would often tap me on my wrist and point out stuff I do wrong. Once we are finally finished, there are all his armor pieces drying on the towel and there is a clean, odorless Astartes swaying on the balls of his feet and fidgeting, staring at me. I almost ask him what he wants before I realize:

"You'll get your cuddles once you wrap yourself in a towel, mister!"

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irisintheafterglow · 1 year ago

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Polish Up Real Nice! (bnha boys x you)

summary: hcs about taking care of yourself and taking care of the boys (with bakugo, shoto, izuku, kirishima, and denki)

cw/tags: swearing cuz bakugo is here, sickeningly cheesy fluff, the tiniest little bit of angst, pet names (love, babe, baby, sweetheart, lovey)

note: this is your reminder to take good fucking care of yourself because you deserve to feel loved !!!

likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated <3

Bakugo Katsuki

he has a longer skincare routine than you

does not matter if your routine is 2 steps or 10

he absolutely has a more complex regimen

will hide your body wash/shampoo to force you to use his instead

he likes it when you smell like him because he doesn't know how to voice his fuckin emotions any other way

it's ok !!! we love him anyway !!!

will automatically assume you're using his stuff if he starts running out

"babe, do you know what the fuck happened to my serums?"

"no, love, i'm sorry"

"you're not using them behind my back, are you?"

"i can't read half of the instructions on that tiny-ass bottle."

"it's self-explanatory-"

"it's also $100 for literally 2 milliliters, kats."

"that's a no, then."

it was denki lmao he was over at your house trying to figure out which bottle was soap

also has a haircare routine but not as strict as skincare

he'll just put leave-in conditioner if he wants it to look extra fluffy

MELTS when you massage oil into his scalp

he would rather die than wear one of those cutesy face masks

but he's over here putting fucking cucumbers on his eyes

you have a photo of him with a clay mask on and cucumbers over his eyes that he doesn't know you took

immediately sent it to his friends and now every single contact photo is of that picture

his love language is most definitely not words of affirmation but i think quality time is a strong contender

so when you're both getting ready in the morning he'll wordlessly hand you bottles of products without you asking because he's memorized your habits too <3

Todoroki Shoto

has like????? no skincare routine??????

man is just effortlessly pretty

for a long time he'd just use whatever momo or his mom recommended to him

when he started dating you and you asked about his skincare routine, he was the definition of confused

he was like

"i wash it??"

"no, but like with what product, sweetheart?"

"soap??"

despite not having much of a routine for himself, he will buy you WHATEVER you want

does not matter if the product costs more than the fucking moon

he'll have at least two bottles of it in your house at all times so you never run out

whenever he visits the store or has an assistant out shopping for him, he'll ask if you need anything (applies to basically everything but especially selfcare items)

when you do a facemask with him your favorite part is tying back his hair and giving him a tiny little sprout on the top of his head

also melts when you massage hair oil into his scalp

but he likes to give you massages more

could be with lotion or body wash, doesn't matter

will heat and/or cool his body depending on what you need

he likes running his hands over your skin until you're on the verge of falling asleep

and then he'll just lie down next to you and press his body against yours

Midoriya Izuku

doesn't really know much about skincare but is very eager to learn!!

adores doing facemasks with you

will pick up silly little animal masks from the store while he's on patrol

"look, it's a penguin."

"zuku, my love, where did you get these?"

"on patrol today."

"you're supposed to be stopping villains, babe."

"to be fair, i did kick the hell out of some thieves before buying them."

"ah, so you rewarded yourself."

"by being able to spend time with you, yes."

when he comes home late from a mission or from patrol and he's too tired to take care of his curls, you do it for him

just taking care of him in general when his body is physically unable to do it

which is quite often because you know, he's fucking deku

you'll lead him to the bath and make sure the water is warm beforehand

after he's settled and you clean any pressing wounds, you start working on his hair

he almost falls asleep right there, with your fingers gently rubbing product into his curls

you have to gently wake him to remind him to rinse

will sleepily watch you put on lip balm and then ask to try it

when you hand it out to him, he shakes his head

you smile and he kisses it off your lips

"that's pretty good. keep wearing it, please."

Kirishima Eijiro

probably uses a simple face wash and moisturizer

sometimes uses toner if you remind him but he doesn't really need it since his skin doesn't get super oily

he has a hand care routine

does that even exist??

it does now !

one of your nightly routines with him is rubbing lotion into his palms

because of his quirk, they can get really, really rough and dry

his skin in general gets beat up the most

he tries to remember to put lotion on but he's so busy that he forgets often

he also likes it better when you're sitting across from him and dotingly running your thumb along his palms

despite having a lot of callouses, it's one of the more sensitive spots on his body

"what is it, eiji?"

"that tickles."

he also asks you if you can help him take care of his nails, too

they tend to get roughed up during battles and he also sometimes picks at his cuticles absentmindedly

you help him clean up the nailbeds and scrub dirt from under the fingernails

he watches you like you painted the stars in the sky

when he comes out of the shower and his hair is down, he'll shake his head like a dog if you're in close proximity

effectively hitting you with water like a lawn sprinkler

the absolute KING of physical affection self-care

if you've had a hard day sometimes the one thing you need is just for him to lay his entire body weight on you

"can i ask a favor, babe?"

"anything, lovey."

"work was shit today, could you-"

he's already throwing himself at you and burying you both into the couch cushions

Kaminari Denki

definitely used hand soap to wash his face before dating you

instead of hiding your body wash to make you smell like him, he likes to use your products instead to make him smell like you

because of the videos you send him, most of his social media feed is influencers doing product reviews

he'll send you those product reviews and ask if it's legit or not

if you say it's legit, he'll buy it for you even if you didn't ask for it

"the fuck is this?"

"looks like some crystal roller thing, i don't know."

"baby, you're the one that bought it."

"to be fair, i black out every time i press 'proceed to cart,' so i don't remember doing it."

LOVES taking pictures and videos while you're doing self-care together

he's a sucker for the domestic life what can i say

will play music while you're trying to do your routine and take videos of him just spinning you around your bathroom

his skin also tends to dry out because of his quirk and sometimes he just needs a nice, long soak

will adamantly try to convince you to join him

not in a sexual way but in a matter of he has a small water gun hiding below the surface of the bubbles

instead of doing deep pressure therapy for you, sometimes he needs it from you

it gets hard for him, being a conduit of such a volatile quirk, and he needs you to remind him that his body isn't just a weapon

therefore he likes to just walk up behind you and ask to put his arms around you or just hold you

because he needs it

and deep down?

you need it too

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