#every year people complain about the heat in the summer

[jacuzziwaters]

I cannot express how much I miss my true loves Autumn and Winter. Just one month more and I'll reunite with one of you. Wait for me 🥺

#i hate summer sm #it doesn't even get that hot up here #but it's too much #every year people complain about the heat in the summer #and then they turn around and complain about the cold in the winter #while i sit here every year thankful for that first snow day we get every year #y'all ungrateful hoes nevwr appreciate what my love Winter does for y'all #and im sick and tired of the disrespect #*cough cough* #anyways #winter #autumn #fall #summer #the only reason why i haven't mentioned spring is because i have allergies #other than that i love her too #jay's attempts at communicating

[lunarw0rks]

Hello again! I love your works and it's super early to request another but I read your latest post and I loved it! So if you don't mind, could you do headcanons on 141 reacting to their s/o cleaning their car?

Like one of those stereotypical scenes where she's in a bikini or a bikini top with shorts and she's cleaning her car, like she loves her car so she cleans it alot but this is the first time they see the full scene. NSFW would be amazing if you would be ok with it :)

Thank you :]

In The Sunlight // 141 Headcanons (+Ale)

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), suggestive language/content, established relationship, fem!reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.6k

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SYNOPSIS; summer hit, and it hit hard.

Sizzling atmosphere, sky-rocketing temps, and revolving fans working overtime. Every year, people complain that they miss winter when the high temps smack them in the face, but they wish for the heat when the leaves fall. For you—you would take any excuse to enjoy the hose and sprinkler, sometimes washing your car weekly as an excuse to cool off. Cold showers, ice packs, air conditioning; it wasn’t enough. 

On the bright side, it gave you an excuse to wash your beloved car. To run the hose on the vehicle, and most of all your sweating skin; all while wearing revealing summer attire.

Price

John was due to be home that day, the house was lonely, and you were miserable in the heat. Why not be outside when he comes home? You dressed yourself in a bikini to sprit yourself with the hose, spending about half the time searching for a cool off than washing your car. In your other hand, you had an drink with more ice cubes than liquid; a soothing cube to crunch on while you worked. You swirled your drink as you put another cube between your teeth, spreading the foamy soap with intense focus.

That focus broke when his car finally pulled into the driveway, revealing his attempt at an eager welcome. He was exhausted, but never too exhausted to greet you. Besides, you wearing a basically see-through swimsuit? How can he resist?

❝Don’t work too hard, sweetheart. You’ll get heat stroke.❞ John crept up to you, dropping his duffel. He leaned down and sipped from your drink, picking up an ice cube between his teeth. His lips leaned forward, tracing the ice along your neck and down your cleavage until it melted against your flesh. ❝Let me help you cool off, I missed all of you.❞ His lips found your drink again, meeting your lips with a dripping chunk of ice—a whole new meaning to a sloppy kiss.

Simon

Simon hates the heat—despises it, even. All year round, he wears dark colors, multiple layers, and most notably his balaclava. Does that stop him from ogling you? Not a bit. He can enjoy the view from inside, peering through the curtains at your soaked figure as you scrub your prized car. You lean over the edge, bikini top doing little to contain your breasts as he gets a good view down the top. Simon lets out an amused scoff at the sight, closing the curtains before you have the opportunity to spot him.

You come back inside for some water, wrapping a towel so you don’t dribble on the floor. A hand darts out of the doorway of the kitchen, Simon’s hand gripping the towel and giving it a yank until it falls to the floor. ❝Gave the neighbors a show, didn’t you?❞

He steps out from his hidden spot around the counter, giving your arm a gentle pull so you come towards him, until your face his inches from his. Normally, he leaves his teasing until nightfall, but he’s home and you’re soaked.

❝Need to get you into some better clothes.❞ His strong arms slither around your midsection, gripping intensely. No better excuse, assisting you in getting another change of clothes after he carries you to the bedroom.

Soap

The humidity constantly disturbed your slumber. You and Soap’s shared bedroom was more like a sauna, no matter how long the fans or AC ran. It was so severe you laid awake during the early morning, tossing and turning, peeling the covers stuck to your sweaty body. There was no point in attempting to sleep, you were wide awake at four-thirty in the morning, might as well go outside and cool off. Your car could use a wash, anyhow.

You slipped on a bikini and stepped out into the morning air. The sun hadn’t risen completely, so the heat wasn’t unbearable yet. The hose spewed a stream of water on the hood as you did your first rinse, then scoured cleaner on it. You bent over the hood of your car to reach a spot you missed, lips curled in concentration.

When you felt a pair of hands on your hips, you let out a squeal, quickly soothed by a familiar accent. ❝Don’t move,❞ he purred into your ear, tugging your bottoms down to your ankles. Soap knelt behind you, swiping his tongue along your folds. Your gaze darts around the dim streets, insisting a neighbor will see.

He speaks, then his licks only gained intensity and sloppiness. ❝Let ‘em see.❞

Gaz

As soon as the two of you find time to be outside, it’s an immature sight; chasing each other through the backyard, spraying one another with the hose, or on days where he’s beat, he’ll simply watch you from the hot tub. Today, it was betrayal. You were washing your car, completely believing the fact that Gaz was “too tired” for games tonight. He was too calculated to not have a battle plan, you should’ve known better, right?

As you’ve returned from refilling the soapy bucket, there’s an icy pour of ice water, over the top of your hair, soaking your bikini top, all the way down your jean shorts and legs. With an agape mouth, you drop the bucket and chase after his fleeting figure—a smug grin on his face the whole time. When you round the corner into the backyard, he’s nowhere in sight. As you creep up on the shed, he finally reveals himself, sending you both to a tumble in the grass.

Kyle constricts your arms above your head, grinning down at your hopeless struggle. ❝I didn’t cheat, you just need better eyes, babe.❞ He loosens his grip when you stop fighting him, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. He places a knee between your legs, staring down at your soaked bikini top hungrily. ❝You look so goddamn sexy like this…❞

Alejandro

You were washing away, brows knitted in focus. Then, you remembered you had left your water bottle on the kitchen counter. The windows were wide open because you were airing out the house on a hot day, so it was worth a shot hollering for Alejandro. ❝Ale, can you bring me my water? Ale?❞ You raise your voice slightly because there’s no way he can’t hear you.

❝In the backyard, cariño.❞ His unmistakable voice replies, distant from the back of the house. You sigh and enter the house, finding your water but no sign of Alejandro, even through the paned glass windows and sliding door. In reality; he had been ogling you for several minutes, waiting for his opportunity for either you to ask for something, or him making something up on the spot. Lucky for him, your need for your bottle had everything going according to plan.

You exited to the backyard, holding a hand up to block the sun. Even if he was visible right now, he would be impossible to spot from the blaze of the star. ❝Right here, amor.❞ Alejandro crept out from out of the shade, wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You knew what this meant—it was inevitable with him. And yet, you fell for it again.

In the next second, you were plunged into the pool, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. He chuckles at your whines of contempt, pressing his forehead against yours. ❝How was that? You fell for it again, que no?❞ It’s obvious he can’t resist you in a bikini.

Laswell

There are two things Kate can’t get enough of; sunbathing and eyeing you. Sitting on the lounge chairs, reclined with a book or magazine in hand. It’s not often she’s on leave, or home long enough to spend outside. Today was different—she had some time off. She intended to spend as much time outside enjoying the heat, much more preferable than being cooped up in an understimulating base. And watching you while she vedged out? It’s a common pursuit of hers, bikini on or not.

You held your hair up with one hand, the other using the sprinkler setting to mist yourself. Kate tipped her sunglasses down slightly to get a better view, a warm beam spreading on her face. Her nose crinkled slightly as you sprayed the hood of the car, spreading the suds around on the surface.

She flicked to the next page of her magazine, soaking in the sunbeams.

Though she would never say it out in the open, she was certainly ogling her favorite parts of you; your sunkissed chest, the curves hugged tight by shorts—all a cherished image for the next time she leaves, and probably later that night after dinner. ❝How much for you to do mine too, babe?❞

To add to it, she probably snaps candid photos of you, the stream of them probably ending with you blocking the lens with your hands. She’s her own favorite comedian, your complaints and embarrassed whines are a close second.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for trying to force my mom to sit in the back seat?

Sorry for the bad English. My (27F) car has AC only in the front side. My mom (54F) doesn't like the AC at all, specially during winter. We live in a hot climate and I'm always sweating even in winter, so I need the AC at all times. and mom rides in the front passenger seat to me when I drive, she's always complaining about how cold it is and forces me to turn the AC off, telling me that air from the window will be sufficient to cool us off but she always closes the window when we pass by places with bad smell, which is most of the time, and the air isn't cool at all because of the humidity.

I tell her to sit in the back seat where the AC doesn't reach her but she refuses because 1. Front seat is more comfortable 2. Where I live, leaving the front passenger seat empty is considered and insult to the driver. But like, I'm the driver and I don't care? I tell her it doesn't matter but she insists because "what will other people think when they see us"

It's frustrating because in every ride we're arguing about whether we turn the AC on or off and it escalates into arguing about where she should sit. Literally every single ride in winter, fall and spring. She's only okay with the AC on summer because the heat will be around 50 Celsius, but once it drops to anything around 30 Celsius she's back to arguing with me.

Lately I've been insisting on the leaving the AC on and firmly telling her to sit in the back seat if she doesn't like it, but she doesn't budge and continues complaining. Also has a medical situation where it badly affects her, but she doesn't want to do anything about it. She doesn't see the doctor, she just wants me to accommodate her and turn the AC off. My mother doesn't drive, so she has to ride with someone all the time, but I think I'm the only one who has this issue with her because I'm the only one who needs the AC all year. Aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[r0ttenhearts]

Friends?

Scaramouche x Best friend! Reader

angst, no comfort, insults

a bright, summer afternoon. the blazing heat outside of the cooled windows as the cicadas hummed in the unforgiving warm air. but there you were, sitting on scaramouches bed next to him, tapping away at your handheld game as you talked to him. you two had been friends since the start of the previous school year. your sweet smiles and kind gestures moved him, or you hoped they did, as he spoke with you the most in class until it turned to after school study sessions, and eventually just hanging out at each others homes when school was over.

as cruel as scaramouche could be, you found yourself falling for him. the rare smiles he’d give you, or his kind words that were few and far between. it meant more to you than you expected. you figured you were cracking through his tough shell, as he didn’t seem to mind spending time together over the break. or so you thought.

“haypasia is back in town. i thought i’d go see her so i don’t think you can come over for awhile.”

oh right. haypasia. the very bane of your existence. it seemed like every time she was around, scara would leave you to be forgotten. a second thought. sure she knew scara for longer, but did she really know him like you did? no, of course she didn’t, because she was never around. but you were. scaramouche would complain to you about her obsessive antics, how annoying she was and how bothersome she could be, only for him to defend her if you got upset with him about spending too much time together.

“oh.. when will you go see her?” you ask quietly, your voice cracking as you feel that oh so familiar lump in your throat. scaramouche glances at you from above his screen, scoffing and a look of disbelief on his face. “seriously y/n? you’re still so upset about her? what’s your deal?”

you shake your head as you put down your game. your hair covering your face as you don’t face him. you can’t. if you do you’ll break, and you know it. “i just.. i wish you wouldn’t go away for days at a time when she’s around.. you’re my best friend you know? and it hurts to realize that you pick someone over me, someone that doesn’t even stay.” you confess, your hands starting to shake as you can feel his eyes bore into your shaking form.

you can hear him scoff beside you as he sits up, “best friends? we’re friends. actually, we’re hardly even friends because i barely even like you.

you dont shut the fuck up you never do.

you make up lies in your head cause you think i like you but you delusional-ly believe i wouldn’t ever talk to other people and god forbid it be a girl.

oh and you're gonna switch it around saying the reverse about how id care when we all know damn well you could get beat in an alleyway and the most you'd get out of me is a "sorry to hear that.”

he gives you the meanest glare as you stand up from his bed as he shoves you against his bedroom door. fat tears roll down your cheeks as he grips your chin, forcing you to look into his dulled, purple eyes.

“no, tell me im wrong. tell me i dont know what im talking about. god youre so fucking stupid.”

he spits as he lets go of your chin, opening the door as you stumble out. he slams his door shut as you stand there in tears. you loved him? you loved him after he told you how he doesn’t care for you? how pathetic could you be. how could you care so deeply for someone that wouldn’t ever look at you, not even in a friendly way?

with his words ringing through your head, you gather your belongings as you leave his home. your game left forgotten on his bed, wishing to never return or face him again.

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a/n: based on a very real argument with my best friend. a little self indulgent but this was a comfort post. thanks for reading!

part II:

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #kabukimono #scara x y/n #scara x reader #scara angst

[klausysworld]

🏖️ w klaus?

Much needed Vacation

Klaus loves to travel and after a thousand years of being on edge he was more than happy to relax for a while.

Since unlocking his werewolf side he was able to feel temperatures more, he would wear thicker clothes and added layers in the winter and had the desire to go shirtless everywhere in the summer. Not that I'm complaining but his siblings weren't the most fond.

Hope also found that she enjoyed the heat and so when I mentioned the idea of a vacation, the Mikaelsons were very excited. It was rare that the siblings were able to actually enjoy their luxuries but for the past for months everything had been lovely and calm and there was no sign of any threat for the near future.

So we flew first class, hired out a villa and claimed our rooms. Klaus had grabbed my hand and sped us to the biggest suit, bringing our bags and dropping onto the humongous bed with a pleased sigh.

I smiled and shut the door before opening our cases and beginning to put all our clothes on hangers and into the wardrobe. I could hear Klaus removing his clothes and pulling something else on, probably his swim trunks because Hope had been begging for them to go in the pool as soon as they arrived. I put our little wash bags into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom to see Klaus in his navy swim shorts and his wolf tooth necklace.

"You gonna go to the pool or the beach?" I asked as I sat beside him and traces my fingertips against the bare skin of his shoulders

"Pool, it's only the first day, I don't want sand to appear in all of my clothes for the next two weeks" he joked and I smiled widely. He just gazed at me for a moment before glancing to my shorts and t-shirt "are you coming?" he questioned with a tilt of his head

"Not today, it's already getting late and we agreed to cook the first night and to go out for food tomorrow. Elijah said he'd help." I explained and he hummed

"We can always go out for food, today, tomorrow, the whole holiday if you like. Don't stress about house tasks, just come relax, this was all your idea" he stood and tugged me by the wrist to stand which I did and I wrapped my arms around his neck

"I'm not stressing, I just want everything to go well. Besides if we eat out every day then it loses what makes it exciting" I reminded and he pouted

"Or it makes when you cook more special?" he offered and I gave him a look resulting in a sigh and a 'fine' before he gave me a kiss and disappeared out to the pool with Hope, Rebekah, Marcel, Kol and Freya whilst Elijah, Hayley, Davina and I were inside preparing food and inspecting the villa.

The first week consisted of nothing but the pool, snacks and sunbathing. The second week we began doing activities and taking day trips either all together or in groups or couples, plus Hope of course depending on who she wanted to spend the day with.

More often than not it was Klaus and I and whilst it was really sweet and we all had fun, I could see Klaus getting frustrated. We hadn't been intimate the entire vacation so far because someone was always awake during the night due to the heat and usually it was Hope. None of the walls were sound proof and the doors didn't have locks. Although Klaus was willing to risk it, I didn't want to traumatise Hope on her first family holiday.

But I knew he would burst soon. His hard non was permanent and he would press it against me at every possible opportunity, whispering dirty words or quietly begging for me to touch him. Klaus always went one way or the other when he got needy, either he got overly dominant or very submissive. I think this time, because the environment was to calm and everyone was happy, he became more subby and whiny for one-on-one attention rather then when he's agitated all the time and unable to grasp his emotions.

So I decided to check out the beach, people seemed to clear off in early evening for food and the entertainment facilities nearby so I planned to bring Klaus down around then.

I set up a blanket so we didn't have to sit on the burning hot sand and put a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice before going to get Klaus. I dragged him out with the promise of a surprise.

"Trust me okay? You'll like it" I told him as he huffed and puffed about wanting to know before we got there.

By the time we got there the sun was starting to set but the air remained hot, I lead him across the sand to the place I'd set up. His expression seemingly softened and a smile pulled at his pretty pink lips.

I pulled him down onto the blanket and kicked my sandals off. I lifted my dress off and put it on the edge of the blanket so that I was in only my bikini. I looked back to him to see him throwing his shirt away toward the sea and then his shorts so he was left in his briefs. I let out a short laugh and got onto my hands and knees, crawling on top of him and pressing him down by his chest.

His lips were on mine in a second though his kisses were much softer and more passionate than I expected if I were honest. His arms slid round my waist and his mouth opened as though begging for my tongue inside. I obliged of course and deepened the kiss, my knees squeezed his sides gently and my hands stroked at the stubble along the top of his neck and jaw to his face. I sucked gently at his tongue to make his groan. His hands wondered to untie the string keeping my breasts in place, the bikini top fell into him and then his hands moved to my bottoms. He tossed them away and whined into my mouth as he pressed his clothed dick between my legs.

I pressed my mouth firmly to his for a moment before pulling back to look between us and pull his briefs off his legs and to the sand. His hands were already pulling me back down via the back of my neck making me breath out a laugh and kiss at his lips until they were swollen and parted.

My hand stroked the length of his cock a few times to make sure he was ready but it was pretty obvious by now that he was more than ready.

I guided him inside me easily, letting out a relieved moan as he filled me inch by inch. He groaned and rocked his hips gently, his eyes closed and head falling back so our lips detached. I let out a hot breath and pressed against his chest, lifting myself up and bouncing slowly on his lap. I could see the sun starting to hide behind the softly crashing waves and the warm breeze skimmed over the both of us while we moved as one.

I could feel him pulsate inside me as his lashes fluttered against the apples of his cheeks and his swelled lips stayed parted to let out broken breaths of air. I tightened around him every few thrusts to watch his brows pull together. I smiled a lazy seeming smile as I rubbed my thumb in little circles on his sweat glazed chest.

"See? Told you...you'd...like it" I murmured breathlessly and he let out a chuckle and thrusted his hips up.

"mm love it" He whined and I grinned, moving a little faster so that my lower tummy began to twist pleasantly. His hands pulled at my hips to angle them differently, this position caused his tip to brush my spot and my hips to stutter before moving with more need.

He grunted and let out mumbled moans as he moved with more force. My hand fell forward to his side, landing in the sand instead of the blanket making me groan but clutch at the surface regardless. I could feel each grain brush between my fingers as the soft smack of his balls against my filled the air between our mix of panting.

I groaned when I felt my clit tingle and crave for attention. I dropped my spared hand down to where I needed and put my fingertips to use. I felt myself flutter around him and in response heard him let out a low moan. He squeezed my hips and rolled us over so he was on top.

"Klaus!" I whisper yelled when he pushed me into the sand, it all sticking to the pair of us.

"we'll sort it later" he muttered as he thrust his hips with more control and power. His pace quickened and his grip on my hips tightened as did I.

"Oh god" I whispered with a whimper. His face dropped to the side of my face, his soft lips pressing light kisses against my cheek and neck as I felt myself flood with warmth. I kept sliding my fingers over my clit, faster and faster until I felt that I couldn't stop. My sounds became a blur along with my vision as I listened to his encouraging whispers to let go.

"Fuck Nik, please-" I whined and he kissed my lips harshly. I let out a series of gasps when I felt him slam into my spot repeatedly, the heat from the air, the sand and our bodies all seemed to merge as I felt that powerful sensation rush through me and down my thighs as I let out a surprisingly loud cry of pleasure.

My hand slid out against the sand as my body went limp, legs falling to my sides and my face pressed into his chest. His breathing was heavy as thick ropes of cum shot into me without warning. My eyes were closed and I groaned slowly, my thighs trembled gently for a moment before I relaxed fully beneath him.

I could feel his warm hands cup my face and I slowly opened my eyes, smiling up at him as he kissed my lips softly.

“Thank you” I whispered and he chuckled softly

“It was your gift sweetheart, I should be thanking you” he corrected but I shook my head

“You did more” I whispered as he moves his hands under my back and lifted me up making me huff when sand fell from my hair.

“I really didn’t love but it’s sweet that you think so” he teased and I rolled my eyes

“Doesn’t matter” I mumbled and he smiled, holding me close making me wrap my arms around him.

We stayed on the beach for a while, trying to get as much sand off me as possible before getting up and trying to find out clothes.

Eventually we got back to the villa, everyone was in the pool and our food was sat waiting on the side making me smile as we took our plates to our room.

The rest of the week went perfectly and once we returned home we lasted another 3 full days before a major argument broke out and the longing for a holiday was back.

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[lou-struck]

Ice Spectating

Kei Tsukishima x reader

25 Days of Ficmas Day 2

W.C: 1.4k

~ It may be cold outside, but the joy of watching other people fall on the Ice Rink warms both yours and Tsukki’s hearts.

The city certainly outdid itself with this year’s holiday lights display at the park. Every tree and naked shrub is adorned with hundreds of little multicolored twinkly lights. Giant glass ornament sculptures line the walkways between the playgrounds, fire pits, and picnic benches, making it look extremely festive. 

A paper cup of coca attempts to warm your mitten-clad hands as you try to match your boyfriend’s long strides, passing the delicate snowflake sculptures that rest upon the frozen lawn. 

Like a giant marshmallow, Kei Tsukishima is bundled up in layer upon layer of winter outerwear. But somehow, he still shivers as he moves. You think it has to do with that lanky frame of his that you love, but it also could be that he, unfortunately, is the one getting the brunt of the winter wind as you walk. 

The two of you have seen most of what the park has to offer, but you haven’t made it yet to the spot you have been wanting to check out the most: the ice skating rink. 

“It’s getting colder, y/n,” he shivers, clutching his coffee cup even tighter. And looking down at you with ruddy cheeks, “If we stay out here much longer, we’re gonna catch hypothermia and not make it to Christmas.” Despite his words, you see the way his eyes crinkle in amusement at his own sarcasm, so you know not all hope is lost. 

“Could we check out the Ice Skating Rink before we go?” you ask, looking up at him with big eyes. You know that once the two of you find a cozy spot to spectate next to one of the mini fire pits, he won’t be complaining about the cold for much longer.

“We’re not going skating, are we?” he asks, the cogs in his head turning inquisitively. 

“Not at all,” you smile, “I just thought it would be cool to check it out, maybe watch some people fall on their butts in the ice.”

There is a light of hope behind his eyes as he stops in his tracks. The smile on his face is nothing less than joyful as the realization of your words wash over him. “People slipping?”

“Not just people,” you grin, leaning over to his ear and whispering into his ear. “Children.”

He snorts and turns away from you quickly. You know your boyfriend well, and there are only a few things funnier than watching little kids faceplant on the ice. Whenever you play those try-not-to-laugh challenges, it’s the five-second clip of a child running into the door that sends him over the top in ugly laughter. 

“I guess we could watch for a little bit,” he says happily, taking your hand and leading you down the lighted pathways toward the Skate Ribbon. There is a spring in his step that wasn’t there as he walks, and you can’t help but wonder if the promise of people eating shit will convince him to go out more with you.

It does and It will. 

Rounding the bend, you are amazed by the scene in front of you. What you knew in the summer months as the park’s roller skate ribbon has been transformed into a little winter wonderland. Blue and purple icicle-shaped lights are secured to the park’s metal poles and drape above the ice, illuminating the ground in color. 

The little skate rental spot has been transformed as well. Gone are the roller skates and blades, and now all you can see are slightly worn ice skates on the long shelves. 

Most people in the area are on the ice skating along the ribbon loop or gripping the railing for dear life, but there are a few more confident individuals in the center of the ice spinning around like they were born to do it. 

It’s impressive, for sure, but not what either of you came here for.

“There’s a spot over there that looks warm.” Kei comments, pointing his cup of cocoa towards an empty seating area. The flames of the little bonfire burn lowly next to a cushioned metal park bench. 

“It’s warm over here.” You sigh in relief as the heat from the flames permeates the air around you, warming your wind-chilled face. Now that you have another source of warmth, you are finally able to take a nice long sip of your hot chocolate. The rich liquid is still warm but not boiling, as it tingles your tongue.  

“Very,” he nods, sitting right next to you on the bench. He follows suit and takes a polite sip of his own hot chocolate that quickly turns greedy. Sometimes, you forget about that little sweet tooth of his until he indulges it properly. 

The two of you have the perfect view for people watching as people skate past your bench. Chuckling as children and adults alike fall onto their bottoms and drink your hot chocolate until only a bit of foam remains at the bottom of the cup. You toss it into the trashcan behind you as Kei downs the rest of his. It’s funny how the both of you forgot about the chilly air around you as you enjoy the warmth the wipeouts of the skaters provide. 

He looks just beyond you at the park’s concession stand. “Do you want another cup?”

“Not yet, check them out,” you say eagerly, spotting a young couple skating side by side; one girl looks much more skilled on the ice than her date as she occasionally lets go of her hand to twirl a bit on her own, with movements as graceful as a swan’s. Her date, on the other hand, wobbles in her skates like a Bambi on ice, reaching for the railing for support. 

“I bet you another hot chocolate that she’s going to fall as they go around the corner,” Kei says mischievously. His marshmallow-scented breath tickles the shell of your ear as you chuckle. 

“I counter that and say that she’s not only going to fall, but she’ll take her date down with her when they try to help her,” you say confidently as the pair approach the corner together, once again hand in hand. 

“I love you,” he sighs, craning his head down in your direction to kiss the crown of your head. “You make me feel like less of a jerk when I’m with you.”

“And I love you. You make me feel more able to say these kinds of things out loud without feeling bad,” you declare as the couple reach the corner. 

Just as you predicted, the less skilled skater lose their balance on the turn. Her legs seem to flail around as she trips, still holding her date’s hand. They crash to the ground in a bundle of limbs and padding as other people try to get out of their way. You wince and try to stifle your snickering into Tsukki’s jacket sleeve at the rather funny fall. 

It’s much funnier when you realize that no one was hurt. 

“You’re gonna get us caught,” he whispers, trying to hide his own amusement. “You gotta keep it to yourself until they’re gone.”

You’re still staring at a loose thread on his padded winter coat as you respond. “Are they gone yet?”

“Still on the ground.”

You bring your attention back to the ice rink and see the two women laughing at themselves before helping each other clumsily off the icy ground. They link hands once again and skate off like nothing ever happened. 

“Now, can we laugh?” you ask as they go out of sight. 

“Not yet, look over there.” he nods his head to the left side of the rink, where some more experienced skaters are twirling mid-air before landing on the ice with one foot. It’s fascinating to watch, but you realize that your observant boyfriend is looking beyond the figure skaters and at a group of middle schoolers who look impressed by their movements.

Two of the boys separate from their group, bumping shoulders on the ice as they begin to skate toward the two of you. Gathering speed for what you assume to be a jump of their own. 

“That’s not gonna end well,” you murmur, noting that the teens are proficient at skating in a straight line but clumsy on the corners, gripping the railing and propelling themselves around the bend. 

Tsukishima, like the magnificent bastard he is, never takes his eyes off of the impending wipeout and gives your hand a squeeze. “Double or nothing, they cause a pile-up.

You can practically taste the next round of hot cocoa as you meet his gaze. “You’re on.”

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#haikyuu!! #kei tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima x reader #hq x reader #hq #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff

[bipbopdepmop]

short boatem summer fic

based on this post -> (link) by @applestruda

Picture this: 

It is the hottest day of the year. The sun beats down relentlessly upon any poor sap that gets caught out in it. The heat can only be described as ‘being hit in the face with a sack full of bricks that have somehow been set on fire.'

We see the Boatem crew going about various activities as the very same sun spills into an overly warm room onto well-worn floorboards. The room is small and neat. There is a crooked green carpet on the floor and pictures on the wall of five laughing people. It is a room that has seen lots of love. 

A fan whirs steadily in the background. Impulse turns the page of his book, letting out a long sigh. Mumbo waters his plants, mumbling to himself and occasionally making a noise that is either pleased or disgruntled as he inspects his plants. So far, he has said “Ah!” in a pleased way fourteen times and “oh!” in a displeased way twelve times. Scar began counting an indeterminate amount of time ago out of sheer boredom. He’s been sitting in front of the fan for what feels like forever. It’s only been five minutes. Jellie meows. Impulse turns another page. Time drips by like honey. Every heat-filled second seems to take an hour to pass. 

Footsteps. Enter Grian, bright wings flashing at the edge of Scar’s vision. He would look over, call out a greeting but that would mean exposing his face to the heat. Grian is not worth braving the heat, he decides.

“I am never going to move again,” Grian complains. “I am just going to lay here and melt.”

“That seems like a good plan,” Impulse agrees with a small chuckle from the only shady corner in the room. A foot prods Scar’s side. 

Poke. “Scar, move over.” Another, more insistent poke. 

He turns his head, just a little. The right side of his face is now uncomfortably warm, exposed to the Void-forsaken heat. Grian really does look terrible, hair plastered to his forehead, face red and sunburnt and ear-feathers limp. 

“I was here first!” Scar says, a bit indignant. First dibs, right? “Go get your own fan. There’s one somewhere around here.” He ducks a little, but not enough to avoid the wing that whacks him in the head.

“Ow!” he says halfheartedly, turning his head to face Impulse. Ah, sweet, sweet relief for the right side of his face, not so much for his left. “Impulse, Grian hit me!” 

“Grian did nothing of the sort,” Grian interjects, tone bright and innocent-sounding. Another wing whacks Scar again. “Scar’s the one hogging the fan.”

With a long suffering sigh, Impulse looks up from his book. The glare that Scar receives is just short of withering. Got it. Don’t interrupt Impulse. Scar yelps as he is rudely pushed over onto the floor and into the sun. The floor burns to the touch. His poor, poor, super muscle-y arms. Betrayal! Blood! Trauma! Death! He will never forgive Grian for this. He will pay. 

A thump. Grian’s sigh of sheer relief is almost pathetic. Sure enough, Grian’s face is now inches from the fan, eyes closed in pure joy. Scar groans dramatically. 

“Grian, how could you? My very own brother-in-arms!” 

Grian scoffs. “Like you wouldn’t do the same.”

“Me?” Scar gasps. “I would never.”

“Oh you absolutely would,” Mumbo says with a snort. 

“Fine, fine! I see how it is around here. No love for good ol’ Scar! C’mon Jellie, we can go join the Big Eyes Crew. I bet they have a fan. I bet their fan is bigger than ours. After all, Bdubs’ smile is the biggest there is. He’s probably got the biggest fan too.” Impulse snorts and turns the page. Grian’s wings rustle. Mumbo makes his fifteenth “Ah!” His plants must be doing well.

Scar sighs, pulling himself into an upright position and drapes himself over Grian’s shoulders. “See, this way we can share the fan!” 

“Scar,” Grian whines, dragging his name out exasperatedly. “You’re too warm! Go away.” 

“Come on Grian, you can say it,” he teases, smiling. “I’m too hot. I’m too hot for you.”

Scar grunts as Grian elbows him in the side, throwing him off his shoulders. Huffing, he leans against Grian’s back instead. If he can’t get the fan, a nice backrest will do. Even if that backrest has really, really pokey bony wings that dig into his back. Maybe he’ll take a nap and when he wakes up, it’ll all be over. He closes his eyes.

After what barely seems like ten minutes, he hears Pearl say “What’s all this? You guys look absolutely pathetic.” Cracking his eyes open a little and turning his head to face her, he sees her in all her moth-y glory, standing over them. She has a shopping bag in one hand. Slowly, she reaches in and pulls out-

A freezer pop.

Scar might cry. He’s never seen such a beautiful sight. He might pick Pearl up and twirl her around in joy if it weren’t so dang-blasted hot.

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#hermitcraft #boatem #grian #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft fic #mumbo jumbo #hope its ok #never written boatem before #anyways i saw the art and just had to write a little silly thing about it #hopefully its not too stiff or weird or ooc idk #just realised impulse does not. say anything #whoops #hope i tagged everything right #i. did not tag everything right #my writing

[hanrinz]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ SUMMERTIME CONFESSIONS — RIN ITOSHI

wherein summer comes to be more special than it was before.

summer heat has always been something rin hated. even more when he's out for practice, the scorching sun burning his skin as he runs under it. at the end of the day, it's searing rays seize down with him sweaty and tired.

and sometimes he thinks it's just down right hell to attend practice, when it's this time of the year. he wonders how he's still alive in this sweltering heat.

but even in this unforgiving hot weather, there are things rin likes. for instance, the ice cream he always had with you after a grueling day, with the sun setting painting streaks of oranges in the sky like a beautiful canvas and with a gentle breeze coming to caress his face washing away all the warmth he feels.

surprisingly enough, you always lose every single time.

with you complaining at the end of it about how it is so unfair and then proceeding to break it in half just so it wouldn't give you a 'bad luck', claiming that he only won this time and you'll definitely win the next. it has him looking so smug, and never fails to annoy you so much. looking at his ice cream stick with so much loathing, when you see the engrave 'winner' in it.

yeah, rin likes when he's out in the sun with you.

he also likes walking home with you, even if he would never admit it to your face. your head is already big enough for you to know he doesn't mind when you would talk endlessly. he wouldn't want you to know that he likes hearing your voice so much either.

or when you ask him for a piggyback ride that he always never seems to decline, even after a tiring day at practice.

so it's true, rin did like a handful of things especially when he's with you.

this time is no exception either, as he walks down on the same road from his childhood days, with you at his back lazily swinging your legs and your arms around his shoulders as you chatter away his ears off about your day.

and he only hums at you, absentmindedly. because this was all normal, this was all too familiar. nevermind about the way your hair is tickling his face or how he feels a little warm, and he doesn't know if it was from the heat or your presence alone.

because all rin knows is..

"i didn’t mean to fall for you."

and time stops, the breeze seizes its gust and he standstill at the pavement, near the playground where your memories lie together. maybe it was all too familiar to him, at the same place where he first met you.

and he doesn't look for an answer, neither did he expect you to say anything. but you do always love to prove him wrong, don't you?

"and neither did i."

"…fucking pardon?"

you only let out a small laugh. are you serious right now? jumping off his back, as you slowly saunter right in front him.

"for someone who is one of the smartest people i know, you can be really stupid sometimes." you pointed out, as if you knew. like you already knew and you just stayed silent all this time. you turn your back on him as you walk off to the playground, sitting down on the swing.

and you did. rin itoshi was never good at feelings and you know that enough after six years of friendship with him.

if he ever knew how much you try not to get caught up with your feelings for him, will he be more open about how he feels? you don't let yourself think too much about it.

and you didn't really hide your feelings much for him too. you wonder if he can feel your heart beating out of your chest whenever he's with you, when he holds your hand, or when he gets too close to you, or just how every moment with him has you falling all over for him and you might never show it, but rin itoshi did affect you, quite a whole lot if you're being honest.

you don't know what, if there's something that gets better than this.

you have that stupid smile on your face again. and he hates the way it has the tip of his ears colored in the shade of a rose, as if he's the only one feeling like a mess right now.

and maybe it was really all bound to happen anyways, because there is nothing that could ever be bound to be more than you, or anyone he wants to be with other than you.

rin itoshi likes a handful of things and maybe he just likes you a little bit more.

◞♡ likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! omg finally this is out of my drafts

#roses ‘r rosie #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi fluff #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin #blue lock x you #blue lock fluff #blue lock

[happyhauntt]

garnet & silver — nikolai lantsov.

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─── requested: "⇴ person b is putting their necklace on person a, and stares at them for a hot minute after it's put on. then person b starts leaning into person a and pressing kisses onto their neck. with nikolai & anya" from this prompt list. ─── pairing: nikolai lantsov & anya kamenev (original character.) ─── warnings & notes: the fluffiest fluff. thank you so much for requesting this, it was so fun to write!!! ─── word count: 0.9k.

     Nikolai had sidled up behind her with a lazy smile curling at his lips, and she'd known it was him before looking in the mirror, known it from the way her skin had prickled at the mere proximity of him.

     He'd come to a stop just a hair away from her, and she cannot stop herself now, reacting entirely on instinct as she takes that half-step backward into his embrace. Every place where he's touching her scorches like brand, even through her clothes.

     When he produces the necklace from a pocket inside his coat, Anya watches their reflection in the floor-length mirror, her head tilting a little as a confused divot appears between her brows. His hands are warm and calloused against her skin. The tips of his fingers linger a moment longer than necessary once he's secured the clasp at the back of her neck, and the weight of the necklace rests comfortably in the hollow of Anya's throat.

     She leans back against his chest, into the security of him as he winds his free arm tight around her waist. Nikolai's other hand remains resting near the curve of her neck, tracing abstract shapes along the column of her throat in a way that makes her shiver.

     "You know I'm not one to complain about receiving gifts," Anya murmurs, a smile toying at her lips, "but what's the occasion?"

     Nikolai gives a playful sigh, trailing his finger along the chain until it brushes gently against Anya's collarbone. "Do I need an occasion to give presents to the woman I love?"

     "No," Anya admits. "But I suspect you've got one."

     The sliver of orange garnet nestled at her throat is small, no larger than her thumbnail, and wrapped in threads of silver wire. Anya reaches up to cup Nikolai's hand, entangling their fingers together as their hands settle on her shoulder.

     Their eyes meet in the mirror, and though their relationship isn't new, though it has been so long since they were children running ragged through the palace halls, so long since they were adolescents in the army bearing the weight of each other's secrets, Anya's stomach still erupts in a flurry of butterflies.

     He has eyes that could swallow her whole. Eyes like a forest, of oak trees mottled with moss and autumn leaves blanketing summer-green grass, and every part of her wants to wander into those woods and disappear forever.

    "I bought the stone from a marketplace on the Wandering Isle years ago." Nikolai's voice is rough when he finally speaks, and his grip on Anya's waist tightens. Heat blossoms beneath the press of his fingers and settles low in Anya's belly. "Back when I first left you, when Sturmhond was still a figment of my imagination and I hadn't found my sea legs yet."

     Anya smiles, soft at the edges. Sometimes she wishes she'd gone with him when he asked, wishes she'd been there to watch him grow from boy to man, but neither of them would be the same people now if she had.

     Though Anya regrets ━ Saints, she is full to the brim with regret, the kind that will spill all over the floor instead of blood if she cuts herself open, little more than a mess of regret bound up in human skin ━ she cannot ever quite bring herself to regret that.

     "I can't explain why, but when I saw it, I thought of you." He leans down and presses featherlight kisses against Anya's neck, one after another. "I was out in the world and free for the first time in my life, but I missed you as if someone had stolen my heart out of my chest, and when I saw it, all I could think of was you. So I bought it and I kept it in my pocket, right by my heart, so I knew you'd be with me in some small way."

     Nikolai is handsome and suave and brilliant, but there are some parts of him that she knows are reserved just for her.

     That sleepy groan first thing in the morning, the one that rumbles out of his throat when he rolls over and buries his face into Anya's collarbone, grumbling something about five more minutes against her skin.

     The gentle brush of his thumb over the inside of her wrist when they're in public, and they're trapped in an absolutely mindnumbing conversation about trade policy, and she knows he can feel the light flutter of her pulse and he starts to smirk, just slightly, because nobody else can make her heart race like that.

     And this, now. The way his eyes are soft and hungry all at once, and the line of open-mouthed kisses dips lower. When he pauses and hums, right against Anya's pulse point, the brush of his lips is just enough to make her tremble.

      "Why are you giving it to me if it's so important to you?" Her words slip out on a breathless whisper.

     She feels his lips as they bend into a grin. "You're with me now. I'm here, and you're here, and there's not a force in this world that could compel me to leave you again. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid."

     "What a dreadful prospect."

     She squeaks as he spins her in his grip a moment later, and then they're pressed chest-to-chest, and he's kissing her, swallowing the laughter as it spills past her lips, and Anya swears that not even the Saints could drag her away from Nikolai again.

     Not while she's still breathing.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov oc #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #shadow and bone oc #* fic: gold rush. #* chapter update.

[sadisticsongbird]

stargazing ~ tom holland

summary: request given by anonymous - ““Frat Tom Holland is super cocky and arrogant and y/n can't stand him. Over the summer, they're at the same beach, so in swimsuits of course, and Tom is wearing a short suit that leaves little to the imagination, especially when wet. And his muscles are glistening and all that. He keeps flirting with y/n and she resists as much as she can, even though she is definitely getting turned on. He eventually finally wins her over, and then goes fully dominant and cocky. He commands her to her knees and makes her beg to suck him off, and while she's choking and gagging on him, he's talking dirty and and boasting non-stop. :D”

warnings: smut (oral m & f, unprotected sex) 18+, a decent amount of swearing

word count: 9.7k

You absolutely hated the beach. More importantly the certain attire recommended for it. If you were able to, you would keep your fuzzy pajamas slipped on and your favorite hoodie and curl up in a blanket with a book in hand. Alas, the sun and heat made that near impossible. Every year, your family ventured on a vacation to your grandparents' beach house. You rarely saw your grandparents and weren’t sure why they even owned the beach house in the first place. Even in their old age, they enjoyed traveling, seeing the world. They were home once a year, if that and this was the way that they apologized to your parents for not being around more. Hey, you weren’t complaining. 

Because they traveled often, that meant they didn’t have to pay a mortgage. And that meant money. The beach house was nothing like your own home. While your parents weren’t poor, per say, they weren’t rich either. You lived in a decent home and once a year, on this vacation, you were allowed to live in the riches your grandparents provided for you. 

Your mother had announced that your family would be spending the day on the beach or the water this morning at breakfast. Despite your complaints, your mother demanded everyone be there as the one ‘family activity.’ Right now, your brother and parents were on the boat, sipping drinks on the water. You kept yourself on the beach, laying on a towel on your stomach. While you weren’t fond of sticking a bathing suit on, you still loved sitting outside and soaking up the sun. Maybe you could take a nap. The flight here had been long and you were running low on sleep as it was. 

Sleep had about caught up to you when you heard a group of people cheering a few hundred meters down the shore. Keeping one eye closed, you peered at the group across the beach. Sure enough, he was among them. Tom Holland. The cockiest frat-boy that ever lived. God, he got on your nerves. You don’t think you’d ever had a conversation with him that didn’t end in him hyping himself up. There were only spare conversations, but still. At first, you didn’t think he was that bad. 

You guys met three summers ago. He and a bunch of his friends and family had crashed at one of the houses a few down from yours. You were walking down the beach one evening and he was sitting out on a guard chair near the surfing area. Something had happened that day and you needed some time alone to clear your mind with your bare feet in the sand. You had almost missed him, and you would’ve if you didn’t notice the small splashes in the shallow water. He had been throwing stones from up in the chair with a sour look on his face. You were going to ignore him, letting him mope in his own little world, but he had a different idea. 

“It’s late, you know. Shouldn’t be walking on the beach alone.”

You stopped to look up at the chair, getting a better look at the boy. He was in swim trunks and a red unbuttoned shirt with a beer in hand. Sunglasses took a place on top of his mop of brown curls. They obviously had been wet only a little while ago as his hair laid messily. 

“You’re on the beach alone,” you remarked. 

“Yeah,” he said, sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees and keeping his hands folded. “But I’m not a young girl.” 

“I am not young,” you bit back. “And I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can.” There was a glint in his eyes as he took a swig of his beer. “What’s your name?”

“I’m not so sure I should be telling that to a stranger.”

He chuckled before pausing. Tom hadn’t seen you here before even though he had been crashing houses here every summer since he was a kid. Moving himself down the chair, he waited for the bottom step to jump into the sand in front of you. 

“Tom,” he said, holding his hand out.

“What?” 

“Tom. That’s my name. You said you wouldn’t tell your name to a stranger.”

God, he just had an answer for everything didn’t he. 

“Y/N,” you said, grabbing his hand. 

“What’re you doing out here anyways…Y/N?”

“I’m taking a walk, clearing my mind.”

“Sure,” you said, walking away from him. He followed shortly behind you, but close enough so that you could still see his face. Tom didn’t want to invade, even though you agreed to let him come. He wasn’t sure why he wanted company either. He had left his rented house to get AWAY from people. 

“Dare I ask why your mind needs clearing?” You didn’t say anything. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get this stranger involved in your drama. “Not telling. Got it.” He was silent for a moment. “Well, would you mind if I tag along? Throwing stones is getting boring.”

You laughed quietly, trying to conceal it, but Tom noticed. He found it adorable how your nose crinkled like a bunny’s and how you looked down shyly trying to hide your smile. 

You both walked in silence, listening to the seagulls calling from far out in the water and for the waves to crash up on the shore. The sun was going down now, leaving the beach almost dark and quiet. There were few houses with porch lights on and couples sitting out, enjoying the sunset. You hoped that you and Tom didn’t look too strange walking the shoreline, but to any bystanders, you two just looked like a couple out for a stroll. 

“So, might you tell me why YOU’RE out here?”

“My brother’s are driving me up a wall,” he said flat out. “We’ve only been here for two days and I already want to pull my hair out.”

“My brother’s the same way! He does certain things that he KNOWS annoy me. Like yesterday, we were out on the lake. And, for the love, when I am dry and trying to enjoy some time out on the water, he HAS to jump in and splash me when I’m not looking.”

Tom didn’t stop you as you continued on your rant about your brother. He knew what it was liked, constantly being picked on, even though he was the oldest. Tom wasn’t the brightest of the bunch and his twin brother’s loved to point that out for him. He probably wasn’t defending himself on that front either, though, choosing to join a frat either. All he did was nod along, knowing EXACTLY how you felt. You were cute when you were passionate about something. 

Both of you were surprised with how dark it had gotten on your walk. The sun had disappeared completely and now the moon was the only thing lighting up the calm waters. You had no idea how far the two of you had walked. It wasn’t an island, however, the shore seemed to stretch forever in both directions. Neither of you had brought a cellphone to call someone or a flashlight to light up a path, so when you stumbled upon a few palm trees, Tom suggested you both find rest there. He took the last sip of beer and pondered what to do with it. It wasn’t like there were recycling bins just lying around. The two of you had walked far beyond where the houses were now, so it was just the beach and you. Tapping the empty bottle against his thigh, he came up with a fun idea for the both of you to do. 

“You don’t happen to have any paper on you…”

“Yes, just let me grab some paper, along with my jar of pencils and pens that you’ve seen me carrying around.”

“Sarcasm. Got it, no paper.” Abandoning his idea, he threw the empty bottle towards the water as hard as he could. There was a faint splash in the distance as his empty bottle floated away. 

You had already found a spot up against a tree, your arms wrapped around your knees as you leaned your head up to look at the stars. Tom came to sit next to you, mimicking your position. The stars were really pretty tonight, not being drowned out by the moon all the way. They were faint, almost appearing as if they were sparkling. 

“I love it when the stars are out.” It was true. Living in a busy city, you often forgot about stargazing because city lights made it hard to do. “The moon’s not bright enough to drown them out and they can finally be appreciated by those that see them.”

Tom understood the underlying metaphor, even if you didn’t yourself. He moved his gaze from the stars down to you. You were still looking up at the sky, lost in your own world. There had never been a person that Tom was so curious of before. You were so different from the girls that he was surrounded with. You weren’t shy, but you weren’t outgoing either, from what he could tell. The stories that you told him on your short stroll told him that you liked to keep to yourself, but part of that was just the way that you were conditioned. Your parents weren’t ones’ to recognize your accomplishments, keeping themselves occupied within their own lives and only paying attention when you were ‘causing problems for your brother.’ But you didn’t seem to be aware of just how bright you shined to him. 

A shiver brought you out of your thoughts. Not planning on being out this long nor this late, you had only put on a small tank top and pair of shorts. The night winds were starting to breeze through the beach and you weren’t sure if you could last being out here all night if that was what was going to happen. 

“You want my shirt?”

You looked over to Tom, already pulling off the red beach shirt, leaving him shirtless as he held the piece of clothing out for you to grab. 

“Won’t you get cold?”

He would. “I’m a warm person by nature. Trust me.” 

With hesitation, you took the shirt from him, wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling it close to your chest. He was right. Despite the cooling temperatures, it was warm as a blanket fresh out of the dryer. 

“Thanks,” you finally mumbled, leaning back against the tree.

Tom stayed sitting upright, keeping his eyes on you. You looked at him and smiled, but he kept staring at you, small flickers from your eyes to your lips. Before you knew it, you pressed your lips against his. You had no idea what you were doing, and not just because this was your first kiss. Tom seemed to guide you, though, keeping his hand on your chin and disconnecting when you needed to breathe. But then, you were pushing yourself off of him as quickly as you had pounced on him. 

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I had no ide-”

“Hey,” he assured. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand still hadn’t moved from your face. Your faces were still close and even under the moonlight, you could pick apart his features. Freckles littered his nose and under his eyes. There was a certain sparkle to his brown irises, one that flashed unclear emotions. 

“It’s late,” you muttered, pulling your head back so as not to make the situation any more awkward than it already was. “We should maybe head back.”

“Can’t we stay a little while longer. We’re probably gonna get in trouble anyways. Why not enjoy our last moments of peace?” he joked. 

“Okay,” you agreed. Sitting back against the tree, Tom followed suit. Before you knew it, your head was placed on his shoulder and you had fallen asleep. 

The next morning, you had woken up in the lifeguard chair you had found Tom in earlier that night. You figured that he carried you that entire way and felt bad, especially since you still wore his shirt over top of your own clothes. You were going to return it when you found him and your brother chatting it up on the docks in a few houses down. 

Your brother turned around when he heard someone else on the docks. 

“Y/N/N, how’s it going? Someone may have let it slip that you were out late on the beach last night. Oops, my bad. Mom says you aren’t allowed out after dark the rest of the trip or she pulls your phone for a month.”

“Devon, what the fuck?”

Your sibling only laughed, raising his beer to Tom, who also had a bottle in his hand. Tom raised his beer before taking a long swig and finishing the bottle. 

“Mate, you got another one?” Tom asked. 

“Tom, Y/N. Y/N, Tom. This is my little sister, the champion complainer.”

“Plenty more where that came from.” Your brother reached beside himself and grabbed a beer out of a cooler, handing one to Tom and setting one down for himself. “Don’t believe you guys have met,” your brother started.

“Actual-” you began, but your brother interrupted. 

You expected Tom to correct your brother, but instead he looked up at you and raised his beer. “Nice to meet you,” he said slurred. 

You had no idea how long he had been on the dock with your brother, but if the five empty beer bottles between the two were any context, you’d say too long. 

“Tom, you shouldn’t be drinking so much in the morning,” you scolded. 

He just scoffed. “You weren’t kidding about the complaining. Get your sister off my back.” 

What was going on? You and Tom had just talked about your siblings last night. You confided in a complete stranger about the way you felt in your own home, but that was your first mistake. Storming away from the dock, tears threatening to spill, you wanted to curl up into a ball. That was not the boy you had spent time with last night. 

You never gave him his shirt back, kept it around your body until you fell asleep later that night. That was your second mistake. You couldn’t bear to take it home with you, but a part of you also wanted to return it to him. So you left it in your closet at the beach house, only to return and spot it hanging in your closet every summer. 

It was common knowledge to you that Tom returned every summer. The year you met, you vowed to not talk to him at all the rest of your trip. He had come up to you a couple times, trying to talk to you, but you ignored him. You didn’t want to listen to a word he said after what he did. The years after that, you both would run into each other on the beach. He would arrogantly flirt and attempt to make conversation, but you didn’t want to hear it, dismissing him rudely any chance you could get. 

You sat up on your elbows, still laying down, trying to get a better look at the group of guys he was with this year. There were only a few guys out with him and you recognized a couple as his brothers. They almost all had girls hanging on their shoulders and had a fire started in the center even though the sun had just started to go down. You wouldn’t have had the urge to walk over there until they started pounding loud music through a set of speakers, one of which was aimed at you. It obviously wasn’t on purpose, but it pissed you off none the less. You didn’t own the beach, but you definitely weren’t the only one annoyed. You saw a woman on her porch yelling at the group, but they didn’t notice her. She finally waved them off, going back inside her home. Getting up from your somewhat relaxing spot, you groaned internally and wiped the sand off of your front. You had been laying on a towel, but this was the beach. And sand gets everywhere. 

The trek to Tom’s beach house wasn’t that far from yours, but your feet still felt heavy as you dreaded having to talk to Tom. This was the third day of your trip and so far, you had managed to avoid him. But you guessed it was inevitable. Even though your relationship wasn’t as friendly as it once was, there was still something pulling you to one another. 

“Could you guys maybe turn it down a little? Some people are trying to relax.”

Harry, one of Tom’s brothers that you didn’t have a strong aversion to and actually treated you like a human being, greeted you with a side hug. 

“Y/N, how’s it going?” he asked. 

At the sound of your name, Tom turned his head away from the girl that had her lips latched onto his neck. She pulled away, giving him a look, but his gaze was only on you. With a smirk appearing on his face, he jumped off of the rock he had been sitting on and made his way over to where you and Harry were standing. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the lone wolf. What, did your family leave you behind again?”

“No,” you shot back. “I chose not to go.”

“I forgot how considerate you are. Choosing not to spoil people’s time with your sour mood.”

“It’s only sour around you, Holland.”

“OKAY!” Harry interrupted. “We can turn it down a little, Y/N. Can’t we, Tom?”

“Sure,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “Guess, I’ll see you around.” He smirked as he walked off. God, he was such a dick. 

You watched the way he walked back to the girl, swinging his arm around her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her cheek, though you ignored the way it made you bubble up with jealousy. And you didn’t miss the glance over to you after, either.

“You’re turning green.” You looked at Harry, not exactly understanding what he meant. “‘M just saying. You two throw around all this talk. Maybe if you did a little less of that, you’d actually enjoy each other’s presence more.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “The day that Tom Holland and I act cordial with one another is the day civilization has fallen. See ya, Harry.” You turned around to go, but decided to leave one last comment. “Oh, maybe consider telling him that the music melts his brain down already more than it is. I know he hates being pointed out as the idiot he is.”

With that, you made your way back to your spot on the beach. The boat was yet to be docked and the sun was starting to set. You had no idea when your family would return, but you weren’t going to wait up. Picking up your towel, you shook off the sand before gathering the rest of your things and heading over to the back door. Before you got yourself inside all the way, you heard a yelp from one of the guys back at Tom’s party quickly followed by the music being turned down. You smiled to yourself before shutting the sliding door and relaxing yourself inside for the rest of the evening. 

It felt like you had barely been asleep for more than an hour when you heard the clicking of pebbles on your window. Looking over at the clock, it read about two a.m. You had watched a short movie before sleeping, unsure when your family would come home from the boat or if they were planning to stay out all night like they often did without you. No text message from them wasn’t a shocker either. 

You had given it a minute, thinking you had imagined the sharp sound at first. But when another hit your window, you got out of bed to walk to your window. You were on the main floor, tucked into the corner of the house in the room that used to be a library. Your mother had made you move out all the shelves of books, but you had taken it upon yourself to dig through them and keep the best reads for your own bookshelves at home. When you looked out into the night, there seemed to be no one there, so you opened it to stick your head out. You hadn’t even opened it all the way before a figure pushed you out of the way and hopped into your room. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!?” you whisper screamed. It was the middle of the night and a visit from Tom was the last thing that you wanted. 

You could smell the beer on his breath, but you said nothing. Seeing him without a drink in hand was a rare occurrence. 

“Love the room. Very…you.”

“Tom, get out.”

He made his way over to your bed, plopping down on the edge. “You really got this whole…beach vibe going on. The seashells and starfish.”

“Tom, what are you doing? If my parents-”

“Your parents aren’t here. They won’t know.” How did he know? If they were gone, the boat probably wasn’t there, but still. Had he been watching for them? Tom obviously took your confused silence as an invite to keep talking when he spoke up again. “Harry made me.”

“Harry made you what?”

“Come and apologize,” he slurred. “Says I was dick to you and I should say sorry. But I told him that I’m only mean because you are.”

“Really? Cuz that’s not how I remember it.”

He stood up from his spot on the bed, making his way over to you, still by the open window. “I said it’s because you’re just. So. Damn. Aggravating.” With every word, he inched closer until he was chest to chest with you. Suddenly you were self conscious about everything. Why had you gone to bed in only a shirt? Did you smell? Was your hair a mess? Shit, why did you care what Tom thought? Had he been shirtless this whole time? “What, got nothing to say now?”

Fuck, you hated how he was affecting you. It took everything in you not to comb your fingers through his curls, not to reach up and touch his chest, not to kiss the lips that were mere inches from yours and recreate a memory from three summers ago. 

“I-” you mumbled quietly. 

“Yes?” he asked, lifting his fingers under your chin, to raise them to meet his gaze better. 

“I-” You cleared your throat, finally getting a grip. “Y-you need to go.” Well, a partial grip.

“If you say so.” He backed away from you. “So what do I tell Harry? Since I, you know, apologized and all.”

“I don’t remember hearing an apology.”

“How’s this for one?” he asked, inching closer to the open window. “There’s a group bonfire happening tomorrow night. You can come if you want, so you’re not alone in the house if your parents go on a trip without you again.” You opened your mouth for a quick rejection, but it was like he read your mind. “If you say no, you’ll just be proving me right to Harry. It’s rude to reject an apology.”

He got under your skin like a painful sliver, a constant pain until it was plucked out. But every time it seemed to disappear, another one would worm its way back in. “Fine. I’ll go, but the invitation is closed to Devon.”

Tom seemed happy with your agreement and barely had to ponder your terms. “Deal.” He held his hand out for you to shake. There was little hesitation on your part, meeting his hand in the middle to seal the deal. Once he had his hand wrapped around yours, he pulled you closer to him. You collided briefly, hands placed on his chest and he bent down to whisper into your ear. “Oh, and wear that little bathing suit you had on today. Was a good look on you, Y/N/N.” 

He let you go, slightly shoving you off of him. You were left there standing, watching him climb back out the window and leaving your heart pounding. He had you wrapped around his finger. And he knew it too. 

You only let yourself wear the swimsuit to please him if you were allowed to wear something to please yourself. At first, you thought it would be stupid, not sure if he would even remember, but you got more comfortable with the idea as soon as you slipped the red shirt over your shoulders. It hadn’t seen the light of day since that morning on the docks and you weren’t sure if you were trying to prove a point with this. You hoped people at the party wouldn’t recognize the shirt. Of course, it had been years since he had worn it, but if someone were to point out that it was his, you would curl up into a ball and die. What message would it send to Tom by wearing this tonight? That he couldn’t touch you and this was your way to fight back? Or would it enforce what he already knew? That you belonged to him?

The closer you got to the fire on the beach, the more you worried. You shouldn’t have agreed to this, but you didn’t want Tom to get the satisfaction of knowing that he was right. You sometimes did start it, and you weren’t sure if it was to protect yourself or just for the sake of picking on him. 

Harry was the first to find you. He had two beers in hand and offered one to you. You took it and sipped on it while he showed you around. There were games set up on the back deck and a volleyball net set up a few meters from the fire. The crowd was bigger now then it was yesterday on the beach. While it wasn’t forgotten to you that Tom belonged to a frat, you didn’t know how one person could have this many friends, especially over the summer. Other rich families crashed this beach front property during the summer, but there were tons of people you didn’t recognize as common vacationers. Those that were greeted you briefly, recognizing you from being acquaintances or hooking up with Devon. 

You were yet to see Tom and you were surprisingly thankful when you spotted him playing beer pong at one of the tables. Harry wandered off on his own, leaving you to find your way among the crowd of people. He was in a shirt similar to the one you were wearing, unbuttoned to show off his bare chest, and the swim trunks he was wearing earlier last night. Or this morning. You didn’t know. However, you could feel the heat from the fire radiating onto your skin as you walked by, making your way to the steps that led to the back deck. The small group of people surrounding the game made a small cheer as Tom had sunk a ball into his opponents second to last cup. With a string of curses, the other boy brought the red solo cup to his mouth, finishing it in one swallow. You watched from a distance as the opponent wound up to throw the ball into Tom’s last remaining cup. Everybody seemed to exhale in sync as the ball bounced off the rim of the cup. Tom was about ready to throw his last ball when he spotted you watching him. 

“Y/N/N, you made it.” He waved you over to the table as everyone turned to see where Tom’s attention had redirected. With your feet delaying slightly, you inserted yourself into the group right next to Tom. He yanked your wrist toward him and placed the ball into your empty palm.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

He laughed at your response. “Throw it,” he said, gesturing to the other side of the table. 

“You sure you wanna do that?” the guy questioned from across the table. “We got money on this, Holland…”

“Shut it, Haz. She’s got this.” 

He stepped back, leaving his previous spot empty. You slowly moved into place, not exactly sure how to do it. You raised your hand awkwardly, preparing to throw when you heard giggles coming from the girls on the side of the table. 

“Here,” he started. Placing one hand on your waist and the other over the hand holding the ball, he guided your throw. But you couldn’t think straight with his hands on you. It was last night all over again. Your wrist flicked wrong, leaving the ball bouncing on the table not even close to the cup. 

Haz let out a sigh of relief at your failure, grabbing your ball as it bounced toward his hand. As swiftly as he caught it, he threw it, sinking right into your cup. Everyone let out a loud cheer, leaving you, pausing on what was actually happening right now. 

“That’ll be two hundred bucks. Shouldn’t have put your money on the girl, Holland.” He moved over to you and Tom. The red solo cup laying in front of you was picked up and shoved in your face. “Drink up,” he said. 

You took the cup from him and hesitantly brought the drink up to your lips. The beer was stronger than you would have liked, but you drank every last drop, setting the empty plastic down on the table. Tom watched you with careful eyes while he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, taking out two large bills. Your eyes followed the cash as Tom set it into the palm of Haz’s hand. 

“You owe me money, Y/N/N. But don’t worry, I know how you can make it up to me.” Tom pulled you back towards the fire. Haz let out a whistle as he watched the two of you run away from the game. 

You could barely keep up with him as your feet hit the hot sand. Weaving through people, you kept muttering apologies as Tom whisked his way towards the giant bonfire happening by the shore. There were only a few people sitting there, however a guitar player was sitting playing songs to keep those sitting occupied. When Tom sat down on a log, he picked up a blanket and offered it to you. You took it, sitting down next to him. 

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

You should’ve known he’d remember. Embarrassment flooded your face, wrapping yourself tighter in the material and looking down at your feet. “Yeah,” you muttered almost silently. 

“Surprised you haven’t given it back by now. I’ve been wondering where you stuck it.” 

There seemed to be a permanent smile stuck on Tom’s face, one that hadn’t left since he’d first seen you at the party, wrapped up in the fabric he’d given your years ago. You probably figured you were being smart about this whole situation, but it only made Tom warm inside. 

“Honestly, I haven’t touched it since…since, well, that night,” you admitted.

Tom was quiet. You thought maybe he would say something about it. Neither of you had addressed the elephant in the room about what happened that morning. It wasn’t exactly a happy memory for either of you, but it seemed to be the center of your problems. 

“Well, it looks better on you than me,” he finally said. Tearing his gaze away from you, he glanced at the other couples across the way, some cuddled with one another and some making out. Realizing that you two were the only ones not participating, he wondered if he should do something. The conversation was already awkward as it was. You hadn’t REALLY talked to one another besides that night on the beach, but he didn’t know what else to say. “Why’d you wear it? You know, if you hadn’t worn it since…” he cut himself off. 

“I don’t know.” You let out a heavy sigh. “I thought maybe, I don’t know, it’d piss you off. That sounds ridiculous, though now that I’m saying it out loud,” you revealed, laughing to yourself. 

Tom laughed along with you. “Well, it did the exact opposite of that, darling. Made me actually quite happy to see you in my clothes.” He nudged you on the side with his arm, making you curl your side over and away from him. 

“Do you want it back?” you asked, beginning to take it off. “You probably miss it,” you joked. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I got plenty more shirts.”

“You know, I think this is the first civil conversation we’ve been able to have in a LONG time.”

“And why do you think that is, Y/N/N?”

“First off, don’t call me that. Second, you always cause problems. I can’t even have a conversation with someone else without you barging in and making a scene.”

“Well excuse me, Y/N/N, if you interrupt my party, I have a right to kick you out. Especially if you’re talking to my brother.”

“I could say the same.” You were starting to get pissed off now and you could hear it slightly in the tone of Tom’s voice too. “Maybe if you weren’t too busy drinking it up with my brother, we wouldn’t be in this position in the first place.”

“Maybe if you actually tried to have a relationship with your family, your brother wouldn’t hate you so much,” he yelled, causing you to fall away from him. 

You were ready to cry. That was twice now where you trusted Tom and twice where he had used your family problems against you. Standing up abruptly, you practically ripped the beach shirt off and threw it into Tom’s face. 

“Here,” you said, voice threatening to fail you. “You can have it back, you prick.” 

Not bothering to look back, you took the blanket and ran off down the beach, away from your home, away from the fire, away from Tom. You could hear him yelling for you as you ran, but you wanted nothing to do with him. The both of you had caused a scene, making everyone at the fire look at the two of you as you ran down the beach. 

“Y/N, wait!” he screamed. “I’m sorry!”

As sincere as he sounded, you didn’t think that there was anything that could get you to stop or turn around. You had managed to keep your tears at bay, but they would spill if you looked at him again. You glanced behind you briefly, seeing that he was catching up with you. Between the fact that he was fast and your legs were getting tired, you didn’t know how much longer you’d make it. When you spotted a structure in the distance, you pushed yourself as much as you could to out run Tom. But the closer that you got, the more you recognized it. The lifeguard chair, sitting empty with the umbrella closed where you two had met. You practically broke down in front of it, your legs collapsing underneath you and making your knees dig into the sand. 

“Y/N!” Tom screamed as he saw you fall. He pumped his legs to try and catch you, but you were already on the ground. He set a hand on the small of your back, trying to see if you were alright. “Are you okay?” 

You flew away from him the moment you felt his skin connect to yours. “GET OFF!!!” you yelled. There was no attempting to push it down anymore, letting yourself cry and whine. You backed up until you were leaning against one of the legs of the chair. Tom didn’t move, staying in the same position, kneeling in the sand next to where you were moments ago. He looked hurt, you pushing yourself away from him when he only wanted to help. He let you be on your own, cry until you were done, scream at him if you needed to. You heard him get up but you didn’t dare look. The sound of his footsteps were getting closer and you half expected him to grab you and pull you up. But when nothing happened, you moved your head to see him holding a hand out to you with the newly sand covered blanket in the other. 

“Come on. We should talk.”

You just stared at his hand, unmoving. But Tom didn’t falter. He kept his hand out for you to grab and he would stand there all night until you took it. You slowly reached up and laced your fingers with his. He pulled you up from your place in the sand, hand not leaving yours even when you were on your feet. He opened his mouth to say something to you, but closed it shortly after. You half expected him to spew out some half-assed apology, but he said nothing. Only turning to the water and beginning to walk down the shoreline. You weren’t sure why your feet didn’t move, but when you two got too far apart, Tom squeezed your hand, signaling you to move. 

The two of you walked along the beach in silence. Maybe it was better this way. You got to spend some time together, but couldn’t say anything to mess it up. Tom’s strides were wider than yours, however, he didn’t let you drag behind, not wanting to lose you in his peripherals. He began to rub his thumb on the surface of your hand, sending goosebumps up your arm. You tried to move your hand out of his at the sensation, but Tom didn’t want to let go. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

You pulled your hands into your body, crossing your arms in front of your chest. There was the urge to rub your hands on your arms to get some sort of heat in your body, but Tom was quick to notice. He slung the blanket that he had been holding around your body and wrapped it towards your front. You both said nothing as he uncrossed your arms to search for your hand again. There was silent agreement between the two of you as you returned to walking down the beach. 

The scene was familiar and you could vaguely see the small collection of palm trees up a small hill  in the distance. “Is that…” you trailed off. 

Tom shook his head before taking off running. His hand slightly slipped from yours, but it didn’t matter you were right behind him, curiosity getting the best of you. It didn’t look any different other than the new collection of plants forming a small circle around the area, but you remembered it. The spitting image from three summers ago. Tom was standing in the middle with his back turned to you, looking up at the stars. 

“I come back here every summer, you know. It’s my favorite place on the beach.” He could feel you walking up behind him, but continued to look at the sky, admiring the stars that you loved to gaze at. “I’m really sorry…about everything. I shouldn’t’ve said what I did on the docks. You had just confided in me and I took it and used it against you. You have every right to hate me.” There was hurt and regret in his voice. It’s what made you finally look at him closer. If you weren’t standing in the spot you were, you would’ve missed the small drop falling out of the corner of his eye. “When I brought you back to the lifeguard chair earlier in the morning, Devon saw me out there. I was gonna come back after grabbing a small snack so I could wake you up, but he offered me a beer and I…couldn't say no. He took me out to the docks and my drunken mind forgot about you. But,” he said, finally looking back down at you and turning to face your body, “there is absolutely no excuse for what I did. I tried talking to you, but you would avoid me.” Taking your hand from your side, he laced it with his again. “You wouldn’t even let me get within a few feet of you and, fuck, that hurt. I know we had just met but I swore to myself that you were it. There’s just something about you, Y/N/N…”

God, you hated it when he called you that. 

He was flickering between our lips and your eyes, dying to kiss you again. You wanted to beg him for it, beg him to just lean in, but he didn’t move a muscle. Tom wasn’t going to cross that bridge without knowing that you two were okay again. So you moved in first. Standing on your tippy toes, you kissed him again. It was quick and sweet, but you had to make sure he knew. “I forgive you.”

A smile panned across his features, the biggest one you’d ever seen on him and a change from the normal smirk he used to wear. He let go of your hand and grabbed onto your waist. In his actions, the blanket fell off your shoulders, leaving it to fall back into the sand. He leaned down toward you and you happily met him in the middle. His lips were slightly cracked from the heat, but they were a nice contrast to your soft ones. There was a gentleness finding its way into the kiss as you both tried to get into the perfect rhythm. But before you could settle in, you pulled away to catch your breath, a small giggle leaving you. 

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, unsure whether to be offended or laugh along with you. 

“I just can’t believe this is actually happening,” you breathed, leaning your forehead against his. 

“Me neither. Fuck, Y/N/N, I forgot how good it feels to kiss you.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased. He began to lean in again as you turned your head, making him miss your lips and instead kiss your cheek. “Well, you’re going to have to earn those kisses.”

Replacing his gentle smile, a smirk grew on his face. The next thing you know, you were up in the air, legs wrapped around his waist and your back up against a tree. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes. Just want you.”

Fuck. His forehead was still up against yours and he was letting out shallow breaths. You could feel his dick hardening in his thin swim shorts, rubbing up against your core. You were trying to keep quiet, not get yourself worked up so quickly, but it didn’t seem to be working as you wanted to egg him on, pushing your heels into his back and shoving him closer. Little moans snuck out as you threw your head back to the bark of the tree. His head followed, burying it in the crook of your neck, beginning to mark the skin below your jawline.

“Tommy,” you whimpered out.

Fisting the shirt he currently had on, you had the urge to rip it off of him. You took one sleeve off of his shoulder, trying to push it down his arm as he remained buried in your skin. When you got it down to his elbow and began struggling, Tom stopped. 

“We can stop,” he finally settled on. 

“Need help, darling?” You nodded as you unhooked your legs from around him and he set you down. Taking the rest of his shirt off, he noticed you watching. You didn’t move, only watching as he reached for the waistband of his swim trunks. “Y/N/N, I can’t be the only one getting undressed…” He stopped with himself, reaching up behind your neck and grabbing the ends of your swimsuit tie. Your eyes trailed his fingers as they began to pull and you could feel the fabric loosening around your chest. Before it could fall, you reached up to catch it, keeping yourself concealed. He quit pulling at your suit and put his hands on your arms. “Are you nervous? Have you ever…”

Of course you hadn’t. Tom was your first kiss, your only kiss. Too shy to say anything, you just nodded your head. Shock filled his face at your response. You were so confident only seconds ago. Being siblings with Devon, he assumed that maybe you had experienced a thing or two. Little did he know that he had stolen a lot of your firsts. First kiss, first enemy, first…love. If you could even say that. 

“No!” you shouted, way too eagerly. Clearing your throat, you spoke up again, quieter. “No, we can keep going. I just…may need a little help.”

Your shyness was cute, but made Tom more nervous. This was your first time and you were doing it on the beach. You didn’t have any expectations for it, however he felt the pressure to give you a good time. You watched as he knelt to the ground to pick up the blanket yet again. He shook it out, letting the loose sand fall, before laying it out on the ground as smoothly as he could. Taking a few steps around it, he came back towards you, still with your arms crossed. Hesitantly, he let his hands find your arms and fall to your elbows. There was a squeeze of reassurance as he began to walk backwards towards the blanket. In silence, Tom sat down on the blanket, pulling you down into his lap. Your swimsuit top finally fell, but you couldn’t care in the least anymore. Your core collided with his again, making your arousal grow. You let your arms find a place around his neck, pulling at the small baby hairs as he began to settle in. Did he know the effect he had on you? When his hands settled to your hips and began to move them over his lap, you knew the answer. You let out a sharp inhale at the sensation while he kept a slow speed, letting you get used to the feeling. One hand moved to your breast, slowly massaging the skin. Silent encouragements left his lips as you began to move on your own, growing used to the pleasure of his body rocking against yours. 

“You’re doing so good for me, love. Fuck, that feels amazing…” Warmth bubbled in your chest as his praise, self consciously moving your body slightly fast over his. He let out a loud groan before tightening his grip on your hips, forcing you to stop. “Stop, stop, stop,” he hurried out. You were worried for a moment. Had your confidence taken you too far? But Tom seemed to sense your unease. “I just don’t wanna cum yet. Want your mouth first.” There was a sparkle in your eyes at his suggestion. You’d never done it before. All of this was uncharted territory, but you wanted to try. “Is that okay?” he asked. 

“Y-yeah. What do I do?” 

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just kneel on the blanket.” Getting off of him, you moved onto your knees and watched him stand up. Slowly, he got out of his swim shorts, letting his cock spring out from the fabric. His hand encircled his length, pumping it a few times before spreading his thumb over the tip. You could hear little moans and his breath quickening every second of his movements, making yourself eager to be the one causing those noises. Tom must have noticed, making his way closer to your kneeled figure, cock still in his hand. 

“Ready, darling?” You nodded. “Open up for me. Stick your tongue out.” You did as he said when he leaned over and spit into your mouth. This was really happening. He tapped his tip a few times on your tongue before encouraging you to close. When you began to move up and down his head, his hand moved toward the back of your skull, grasping at the hair. “Oh my God…” he moaned.

 Every stroke, you would gain confidence to take more of him in your mouth. Soon enough, you could feel his dick prod the back of your throat. At that, Tom jolted his hips forward, making you gag. He pulled out, not letting go of the back of your head, but releasing his tough grip. Once you could breathe again, you let out a few short coughs while he made sure you were okay. He was apologizing, worried he had hurt you, but you only reassured him. 

“I’m okay. Just need a second.”

Within a few moments, his dick was back in your mouth. You let him take control slightly, moving your head up and down to his pleasure while keeping your hands on his thighs for support. You could tell he was close, his grip on your hair tightening and little movements of his hips that he was attempting to hold back. 

“That’s it,” he dragged out. “Atta girl, taking me, shit, so fucking well.” 

Groaning once, he pulled out, pumping himself before cumming all over your chest. You were so worked up over the sounds he was making, but the second you swiped your fingers across your chest and stuck them in your mouth, you couldn’t help it. You let yourself sneak your hand down to rub small circles on your clit over your swim bottoms. 

The sight of you sucking on his cum and touching yourself made Tom throb all over again. But he needed to take care of you first. When you closed your eyes, distracted by your own ministrations, he took his chance to kneel down on the blanket and flip you onto your back. He was quick to pull your swim bottoms off while you were still trying to regain your breath. You could feel his fingers tickling your sides as he dragged them down your legs, slow as ever. But the second his lips attached to your clit, you couldn’t have given a care in the world how slow it took. Writhing under him, you didn’t think there was a place better than this. He was giving you more pleasure than you had ever experienced in your entire life, pleasure you didn’t know was possible. In no time, his tongue began to dive in and out of your fold, making you reach down to grasp on his brown curls. When he moaned in reaction, the vibrations traveled through your body. 

“T-tom, p-please,” you whimpered. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly you were asking from him, but he hoisted your legs on top of his shoulders. When you pulled on his hair tighter, he got the hint he guessed correctly. Now from a different position, it made it easier to keep your jolting hips down on the ground, wrapping his arms around your legs and pressing down on your lower stomach. He couldn’t have you moving away from him. Now that he had a taste of you, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to stop. But when he felt you clenching around his tongue, he knew that you were close. Pulling away from you, keeping you from tipping over the edge, you gasped at the sudden movement, both angry and thankful he had stopped. 

“What was that for?” you asked, attempting to sit up on your elbows. 

The only response you received was his lips on yours, pushing you back down into the soft fabric below. You could feel his hard cock, rubbing through your wet folds as he ground against your lower half. 

“If you're gonna cum, you're gonna do it while I’m inside you,” he growled. 

He leaned over you again, supporting himself with one arm, hand next to your face, and using his other to help prod his tip at your entrance. It was like your heart was ready to jump out of your chest when you grabbed his wrist. 

“It’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”

Giving you a sweet smile, he laid his forehead against yours. “Yeah, but I promise I’ll be gentle. We can take our time.”

He took a moment to breathe, but you were comforted when you felt his hand rub circles on the inside of your thigh. “Okay.”

At your readiness, he looked back down in between the two of you and began to push in. This pain hurt terribly and your tenseness made it worse. “Love, you have to relax. I promise, only as much as you can take.” 

He let himself brush a piece of your hair back that had fallen in front of your face in your squirming. With that distracting, he pushed in the rest of the way before staying still and letting you adjust. After a few moments, you let him know he could move, but the pain still wouldn’t go away. Every time he pulled out, as much as you hated to admit it, you were relieved at the feeling of being empty, but when he pushed back in, the hurt repeated all over again. Tom felt a tear slip from your eye and onto the hand that was still cupping your face. Too distracted by the feeling of you around him and your nails dragging down his back, he finally noticed the pain you were in. He knew that it was going to hurt for you, but he couldn’t help wanting to stop. He didn’t want to see you in as much pain as you were in. 

“Y/N/N, do you want me to stop?”

“N-no,” you said, voice cracking. “Just…C-can you rub my clit?”

“Yeah,” he said, pressing a short kiss to your lips. “Just promise me we’ll stop if it’s too much.”

You nodded as he began to move again, placing his thumb on your clit and making slow circle motions. When he felt you relax a little more, his thrusts sped up. As he built up a slow but steady pace, one hand remained fisted next to your head and the other, grabbed your leg to wrap it around himself. Subconsciously, the other followed, pushing him in closer. With time you could feel the burn dissipate, letting warmth fill its place. He finally kissed you again, longer this time, letting yourself get lost in the taste and feel of him. It was almost hungry, the way that he was clinging to you and you to him. This was finally happening. Although you would never admit it to him, you dreamed of having a better relationship with the boy. Arguing was growing tiring and you just wanted to be friends with him, if that was all he would offer. But you had never thought it would go this far. 

As Tom tucked his head into your neck, moaning close to every movement of his hips. You let yourself watch the sun setting, just peeking over the top of the waves in front of you. This was perfect. The moment couldn’t have occurred better. Just you and Tom under the night sky, just where you had started. 

It hadn’t taken long for you to get worked up again and Tom was still sensitive. Clinging to his shoulders and digging your heels into his lower back, you were chasing your high, trying to help him as much as you could. His thrusts were growing sporadic, telling you he was close, but that was the last thing on his mind. 

“Come on, Y/N/N, I know you’re close. Just let go….Let go.”

And you did. Nearly screaming into the night, you clenched down on his cock and you felt euphoric, your body shaking to the tips of your toes. Every nudge of his hips lengthened the feeling until you felt him stop, biting your shoulder slightly as he roughly pushed himself into you further. He groaned with every jolt, relaxing with each one. You both stayed in that position, sweaty bodies cuddled into one another for a few more seconds. 

You must’ve fallen asleep briefly because when you next opened your eyes, Tom was using his shirt to help clean you up. You were sore, no doubt, but he was sure to be soft, not wanting to cause more pain. When he was sure everything was taken care of, he tossed the shirt off to the side and laid next to you. Moving onto your sides, he encircled you in his arms, lying naked on the blanket. 

You let yourself lie with him, but you knew that it wouldn’t last. “Tom, we’ll need to move soon,” you said, rubbing your hands on his arms. 

“I know, let’s just lay here for a while longer. Stargaze for a little.”

You didn’t say anything, letting out a short hum of tiredness. You brought your eyes to the sky again, watching how each star seemed to pulsate and sparkle at a different time. They were beautiful in their own way. Tom started to pepper kisses on the side of your neck, sending shivers through your body. 

“That’s not stargazing, Tom.”

You could feel his breath as he laughed against your skin before returning to what he was doing. He trailed up behind your ear, whispering to you as you stared at the stars. “The moon may be bigger, but the stars shine brighter, Y/N. Just like you.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland smut #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland au

[thatlittleegyptologist]

Are we still clowning on the anons trying to tell you how awful living in Europe is? Because I (a USian) saw them spouting nonsense and was like 'Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones'. Several communities there do not have access to safe drinking water at all. Texas's insistence on building their own electric grid incompatible with the rest of the country's meant that about 246 died in the 2021 winter storm. I'm trying to move to the land of bones because the US? YIKES

The US is not without its problems infrastructure wise, yes. I don't think any country is in all honesty.

Though, I think I should address how anon seemed to be getting wires crossed about the situation in Europe:

Most homes here are maybe 100 years old at most, some 150 ish, but most only 40-70 years (something something rebuilding after two world wars). Of course, you get ones built earlier that people still live in. I've known several people in my life who lived in 16th century built homes with thatched roofs. My own home is about 60 years old.

'The buildings are crumbling' yeah, they're old...so they will. But they're not falling down so there's no issue. We make repairs!

Despite their age they do have all the mod cons! Yes, including the 16th century farm houses! You see with continuous settlement people repair and renovate the existing homes, so over the years things like electricity/central heating/plumbing etc have been added.

That said, depending on when stuff like electricity and plumbing was installed it can fail. Anon said that anecdotally a socket had blown. This could be due down to age. However, it can also be down to an american adapter being the wrong voltage for the european plug socket. That tends to make them short out. I've had two american friends at uni who had plug sockets short out on them when arriving in the UK because they used the wrong voltage adapters. Nothing to do with the wiring. Mostly to do with no checking voltage requirements. I've had to do the same when holidaying on the continent. If I take the wrong one I'm gonna damage something.

While central heating and air con are in abundance in Europe, not everyone needs air con. In Northern Europe, before climate change, we experience cold winters but mild summers so our homes needed good central heating and thick walls to keep the heat in. Which they have! However, now climate change is upon us...imagine living in a house where the walls are thick and trap heat but it's 40c outside and you don't have air con still because it's still too expensive a thing to install for 3 weeks use a year at best. That's why anon has seen Europeans complaining about being too hot. The temperatures are record breaking high, and because it's not normal for it to be like that we don't have air con. Southern Europe, where it's much warmer, is where homes more regularly have air con. Pretty much every commercial building, regardless of location or age, has some sort of air conditioning and central heating system.

The 'europeans don't have central heating' probably comes from the posts about how most of us are going to freeze to death this winter due to fuel prices/shortages. We have central heating, we just can't afford to put it on. Thanks to Pusheen (fameux dictateur Russe) invading Ukraine, gas prices in Europe have gone through the roof. In the winter I used to pay £75 for gas and electric per month. Now, I pay £120 for gas alone. I live alone. My consumption is less (I halved the time I have the heating on to save money so it's -3c and I only have the heating on 2 hours a day). Many more people are in a worse off state than me. They can't afford to heat their homes at all. Add in inflation, which has pushed food prices sky high, recession, and stagnant wages, and people are dying from not being able to put the heating on. They've got it anon, but they can't afford to use it and also eat.

Moving to the 'move somewhere without bones' part of it all. Europeans are fine digging up bones and mosaics. Happens all the time, I've no idea why anon thinks we'd need to move or why we'd be mad about it. It's our history! Part of continuously living in an area for centuries means that inevitably when you dig down for foundations you're gonna find bones. That's where the Archaeologists come in! Laws here dictate that an archaeological survey must be conducted on any build site, so that if there is something there it can be properly recorded! This is so we don't end up with what we currently have where it's like 'nope no idea what's down there' and the surprise is a WWII bomb or a roman cemetery, or even a plague pit.

Actually that last one is one I've experienced. When I was looking into archaeology as a degree I went to a dig site for a new shopping centre where they'd discovered victorian ruins, a medieval abbey destroyed by Henry VIII, and a plague pit all on the same site. An absolutely wild time. These guys had to be moved or secured before the actual building work could commence. You can still go down and see the plague pit if you know the right people because the building was built in a way that preserved it.

Anyway, the digging of graves is where everyone seems to get funny with regards to archaeology. They'll accuse archeologists of grave robbing or disturbing the dead and that's so far from the truth it's unreal.

Firstly, there's so much paperwork involved when remains are found. So much. 90% of the time archaeologists don't even deal with human remains because we're digging up buildings instead. I don't know why people seem to think 99% of our work is with the dead. It's not. After finding remains, then we have to decide what is safe for them. If we can leave them in situ we will. You excavate, analyse, record the find, and then cover them back up. People seem to think we're getting to the grave site and then removing everything to keep in a box. That's only done if the remains are in danger from the construction or agriculture that's being performed there. It's a choice between saving a person's remains, or letting them get destroyed by construction work. Which do you think is more respectful in that scenario?

We don't make that decision lightly either. So many elements are factored into the decision, including the safety of the site (will someone come along and steal for the antiquities black market? See: Egypt and the reasons mummies are moved to storage when found.) and how best to keep this person's dignity. We don't want to smash through remains with bulldozers and concrete. Where we can, like that famous McDonald's in Italy with the body in the floor, we keep them in situ so they do remain in their graves. In the UK, recently, there was a huge mosaic uncovered in a field by a farmer. Archaeologists excavated it, recorded it, took a load of photos, didn't disclose the precise location, covered it back up, and then told everyone 6 months after it has been discovered just to preserve the site.

Most archaeological finds were discovered months before the public even knew about them in order to preserve the site and not get illegal traffickers trying to make money off things (again, the reason mummies in Egypt are moved to museums. it's for their safety not because no one wants them to be in their graves). We want these people and artefacts to rest in peace as much as you do. Believe it or not Archaeologists do care about the people and places they are tasked with uncovering and protecting. Sometimes you've got to move those bones because if you don't someone who doesn't care for anything but making a quick profit will dig that site and sell what they find.

Often it's a race between archaeologists discovering sites and therefore affording them security from getting disturbed, and traffickers digging in locations they know something might be and selling what they find to some rich bastard where it'll never see the light of day.

TL;DR: Europe isn't living in the Middle Ages, we're suffering from climate change and soaring fuel/food prices, and Archaeologists perform a vital job that isn't about grave robbing but about preserving and protecting the past from traffickers and giving those dead we do come across a voice in the present.

#this got long #but anon was too insistent on their bullshit yesterday that I wasn't in any mood to explain

[paimonial-rage]

tipsy tales - anemo boys

synopsis: anemo boys and the types of drunk they are

characters: kazuha, venti, xiao, heizou, aether

notes: ranging from tipsy to asleep on your shoulder

Kazuha - Sleepy Drunk

You always had to keep an eye on him during the more rowdy nights on the Crux. Everyone knew very well Kazuha's penchant for trying new things and it became a thing to get him to have a drink or two. The wandering samurai was always so mature and calm that there was something endearing about seeing him look so young and defenseless. While your crewmates surely meant no harm and made sure to keep an eye on him, you took it upon yourself to stick by his side. Who knew if he'd stumble off the side of the ship on his way to sleep, after all? Honestly, you wished he would be more careful, but with the way he'd never fail to fall asleep on your shoulder with your name mumbled upon his lips, you couldn't bring it up within you to complain.

Venti - Happy Drunk

You always tended to lose yourself a bit when you drank with Venti. Singing in public, dancing in the arms of another, all things you would never normally do. But with him, it was hard not to. After a long day working as a knight, your legs would immediately take you in the direction of Angel's Share. And when Venti saw you take a step inside, he'd immediately call you over with a sparkle in his eyes. The night always started off slow with you both simply chatting about your day and interesting things you heard. But as the drinks started to come and go, the lyre was brought out and people clapped along. The laughing would get louder as the cheers more enthusiastic. It was so easy to forget your stresses on nights like that. And when you woke up in bed safely the next day, you could feel the motivation to go on.

Xiao - Quiet Drunk

There was only one night of the year Xiao allowed himself to take a break from his duties. He only told you why the third year after you took the position of tending to him at the Wangshu Inn. Due to the power of the evil spirits being the weakest on that particular night every year, Rex Lapis made him vow to take that day to rest. You really didn't think he'd accept when you took a chance and poured him a glass of huangjiu, yellow wine. But he took it, drank, and placed the cup in front of you for more. As you poured him cup after cup, you couldn't help but become mesmerized. The light of the moon bathed him in an ethereal glow as he watched the stars. Though his cheeks slowly flushed and his eyes became glazed over, he did not turn his gaze away from the night sky. When you left later that night, you couldn't help but wonder how such a beautiful person could also look so heartbreakingly lonely.

Heizou - Flirty Drunk

It was no secret that you and Heizou didn't get along. Being the up and coming prosecutor of the Tenryou Commission, you were forced to work in close contact with him. While he did do a good job, that didn't stop him from doing the most infuriating things like suddenly introducing new groundbreaking evidence he never informed you of on the stand. After every case, you'd often take your frustrations out on him at the celebration party. Of course, he always had something to say. "Aw c'mon, is it such a big deal I came late? You would've won anyway, even without that last piece of evidence!" Upon you disagreeing, his lips pulled back in a cheeky grin. "Oh? Are you saying that you needed me, Prosecutor? You know I'm always willing to spend more time with you if you enjoy my presence that much." If asked later, you'd vehemently claim the flush on your cheeks was due to the heat of the summer air and nothing more than that.

Aether - Talkative Drunk

While Aether was always in popular demand, you didn't really feel you knew that much about him. You always saw him chatting and joking around with Paimon, but the moment anyone came around, only Paimon would speak. You heard it was because he was still learning the language of Teyvat, but that assumption went down the drain the day you were invited to his teapot for dinner. While everyone there was chatting away and having a good time, you saw him pick up a glass of rice wine and take a sip. When he noticed you gaping at him with wide eyes, he smiled and pressed a finger against his lips. Later when he walked you back to your room, he laughed as he told you he's been old enough to drink for quite a while, but doesn't want to explain it to others. Then he got you laughing as he mentioned all the dumb things Paimon said and did that day. Next came his thoughts on the different people he's met and things he's experienced. It was only after you closed your room door behind you and hour and a half later that you realized... he has a really nice voice.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #heizou x reader #aether x reader #my writing #if u want any of these a full length thing pls send in a request #or don’t bc i may just do them anyway #genshin x reader

[idesofrevolution]

The Red Huaraches

It was hot, sweltering actually: the hottest summer on record. All Jared wanted to do was get home and decompress after the bullshit day he had at the store. Twelve Karens all complaining about the heat inside the store, as if there was anything he could do about it. But, instead of doing what he desperately wished he could do (violent explicatives removed), all day long he had to bite his tongue and just “empathize” with the valued customers. For gods sake, Deborah Wyatt had come in three times and complained to managers about “why the a/c wasn’t working” and had to be removed by the police.

The heat does crazy things to people, particularly the ones who you’d least expect to turn into some monster. Thankfully before he could turn into one himself, Jared punched in that time card and bolted; wishing the best of luck to his sour faced colleagues. Walking down State Street, he huffed at the humid air drowning his lungs. Thank god he’d swiped a Dove deodorant from the hygiene aisle before he’d left that day, otherwise he’d be dripping in a pool of musty sweat, and that’s certainly far outside the character of the germaphobic young man. No- if he didn’t smell like a fresh bar of soap he wasn’t clean enough. Though, days like this certainly tested his resolve.

His air pods in, he walked down the broiled sidewalk, reminiscing of the days fresh out of college when everything seemed to be bright and optimistic. That delusion of grandeur every recent college grad has, and dreams of returning to after a few years in the dumpsterfire that is the real world. What he would give to get back to the days of staying out until midnight drinking Vegas Bombs, or impulsively snorting a bag of coke off the sink in the bar bathroom. Well, perhaps not that last one. That youthful ignorance that we all hate but desire- it’s all Jared had been thinking about for weeks.

Turning onto Common Street, he felt a powerful gust of wind nearly knock him from his feet and into the newspaper stand beside him, followed by the dampness that only rain would provide. Closing his eyes for a moment, he paused before looking down at his muddy, damp clothes. Some fucknugget in his ugly yellow Mustang really did just splash him with a puddle a la Charlie Chaplin while running a red light. Not only was it a puddle, but it was a QUESTIONABLE puddle; the ones in the gutters of the streets that are brown, murky, and filled with questionable liquids. The germaphobe closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. Bolting into the alleyway between two skyscrapers, Jared flicked the droplets of street juice from his downtrodden limbs. It would never come out- bleach wouldn’t even save the clothes. In the meantime, he’d have to run by a clothing store to pick up some replacements- but at 7:30 at night, he was unlikely to find a shop that was still open.

He cursed out into the open air, making a few confused heads turn on the sidewalk beyond. Narrowly avoiding a panic attack, he sat down on the steps of the loading platform and sighed. What a metaphor for his life, and one that was far from welcome in that moment. That’s when he saw them. A light in the dark tunnel- the red huaraches.

They sat abandoned on the top of the platform, pristine and new. He looked around the alleyway for their owner to no avail- the loading platform clearly hadn’t been used in quite some time, and there wasn’t even the usual strewn about items that would insinuate a homeless campsite… so as he stared intently at the fresh sneakers, his toes mulling about in the sopping confines of his loafers, he thought to himself, ‘It’s at least better than walking in piss and rotting beer.’

He ripped the loafers from his feet, seeing his once perfectly white tube socks now brown and yellow, which promptly came off as well. He picked up the right shoe, examining it closely. It was a size 12.5, about three sizes larger than his current shoe size. Though, with the situation as dire as it was, he could just tie them tightly for the mile and a half walk home. Nervously bringing the shoe toward his nose, he gently took a single breath, and nearly tossed the shoes altogether. Despite looking fresh out of the box they were most certainly used prior to him. A wafting scent of lingering sweat flowed out of the cavernous opening, even the insoles having the definitive impression of a blackened footprint embedded into them. Jared nearly stood up and walked away, but knowing the trek before him, and the city itself, barefoot street hiking was not an option.

Once again biting his tongue, forcing himself to overcome the sharp disgust he felt, he wiped his feet off with his hands, getting them just dry enough to slide into the massive sneakers. The moment his bare toes slid into place within them, he could feel the slick, sticky texture of trainers often worn sockless. He could not deny, however, that they were by far the most comfortable shoes he’d ever worn. They seemed to hug his whole foot snug and warm, even though the label said 12.5. He stood up, his body weighing down onto the soles of the sneakers, and felt just a tad bit of the previous owners foot juice seep out of the dank insole. He did not, however, feel the slick slimy liquid begin to seep into the pores of his soles. Before he could have an aneurysm, the door to the platform swung open, revealing the hulking form of a man drenched in sweat and bare chested.

“Oh shit. You okay?” The man kneeled down and looked over mud-laden Jared. Glancing down at his feet, the man smiled for merely a split second at the sight of the oversized red huaraches the lanky 30-something now sported. “Hey, man this is a gym in here, and we have showers if you wanna clean up? I’m sure we got some spare clothes too.” Jared sprang to his feet, quicker than even he had anticipated, and took the hulking man up on his offer. The man swung the door open and led him into what seemed to be the free weights room. “You can call me Franco, I’m the owner and main coach, so if anyone gives you trouble for not being a member or whatever, just send ‘em my way, yeah?” Franco slapped Jared on the back, making the walking skeleton nearly falter from the impact. Yet, he recovered surprisingly quickly from the strike, as if nothing had hit him at all.

The pair went into the locker room, and Franco pulled a towel from the fresh bin, tossing it to him. He pointed to the showers and gave Jared a thumbs up before retreating back onto the gym floor. Drenched in god knows what, Jared wasted no time in shucking the clothes from his body and promptly tossing them into the bin from across the room. A little cheer in the back of his mind screamed “basket!” Good god, he was getting delusional. He bolted to the showers, hell bent on getting back to his house as soon as possible. He opened the curtain into the tiled shower stall, and flicked the tap on. Looking down at his feet, he gleefully took off the musky red trainers finally letting his feet out of their grimy, bacteria-inoculated cave. He didn’t notice at first, just how odd his feet looked- as he surely wasn’t paying attention to how the tops of his feet appeared. Though, had he been paying a modicum of attention, he’d have noticed the staunch difference in skin tone, size, arch… he would have noticed the tattoos on his toes and tops, or the familiar scent that once only wafted from the sneakers now emanating from his soles.

He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water flush over him. All the brown dirt, sludge and questionable puddle was washed away after a few seconds, for that he was thankful. He absentmindedly pushed the body wash dispenser out of habit, lathering the suds all over his body. Yet, the habit was not his. He had not stepped foot in a public shower in years, and even then he’d brought his own shampoo and all, never once using the free bathroom suds. Though, he had to admit, this VitaCorp stuff felt lovely.

Initially, it smelt like fresh mint sprigs and tea tree leaves washing all over himself rather easily. The suds got into every crevice, crack, and hole it could find with ease. After a few moments of just scrubbing and poking and prodding, the bubbles began to take on a different sensation and scent. His skin felt tingly and numb, as if he’d been sitting for too long and his limbs fell asleep- but it was all across his body: pins and needles. That lovely essential oil mix rapidly began to descend into a much more… odeur masculin. No, the scent was now salty, briny, savory… the suds began to sting his eyes, and he quickly clamped them shut as his body began to feel a bit more malleable.

Creaking and squeaking sounds began to rumble from his shower stall, echoing loudly in the locker room. As Jared rubbed his eyes, his fingers began to elongate as his veins started to pulsate and bulge from beneath his quickly tanning skin. The soft tips of his fingers began to feel like sandpaper against the soft skin of his face as callouses began to develop.

His muscles ached, and he moaned as they began to spasm and twitch. Beginning in his arms, black ink began to etch into his now caramel skin, flowing upward as his biceps and triceps began bubble beneath the skin. They grew wider, stronger, firmer, smoother, tighter… and before long, his hands were about the size of his entire head.

A loud crack rang from his knees as he shot up in height, thick quads and bulging calves began to twist and warp into existence. The ink on his musky size 12.5’s started to rise up the powerful muscles he now possessed, surging quickly to his abdomen and groin. He doubled over in a massive spasm, his abs popping like popcorn out of his inflating torso. Hair sprouted in his formerly clean shaven bush, now forested with a thick carpet of twisty, curly, musky pubes. Feeling a rising urge within himself to check in on his jewels, his meaty paws crept down to his slowly inflating cock, which was slithering down from his bush like snake coming out of a thicket, getting longer, and longer, and thicker, and juicier, feeling the tightness of a slimy, pre-slick foreskin for the first time in his life before his balls dropped like a sack of potatoes. He grunted loudly, his voice cracking as it dropped with his testes, landing comfortably at a baritone.

His ass and pecs filled out nicely in time, unnoticed by the now slowly stroking tan hunk. Just as the ink had made its way to his throat, he could feel his balls begin to rumble and tighten. As if something were rising up his throat from his core, pushing delicately but firmly against the roof of his mouth, Jared felt as if he were choking on a rubbery condom in his throat. Though he should not have known what that feels like, the sensation felt all too familiar for him, just as he took his last breath and his dark brown eyes shot open.

Geyser.

Buckets of spunk came flooding out of his musty dick as he looked down at his prize fuckstick. Load after load, barrage after barrage, he unloaded his balls until the white slime nearly clogged the drain. Wouldn’t be the first time, but avoiding Franco’s wrath was perhaps preferable. Punishment sex wasn’t too much of a punishment after all. Ryan turned the water off and sauntered out of the stall, sweat dripping from every pore in his cut, chiseled body. He took a not-at-all guilty sniff of his ripe pits and the cocksmell he’d smeared all over his hands before heading to his locker to put on his well-loved training compressions and shorts. Smiling, he slipped his rank feet into his favorite red Huaraches, eager to get them ripe enough for playtime with whoever lost the match afterward.

Walking out of the locker room, he leaned on the belt machine, and glanced at Franco, knowing just what pose would catch his attention.

Smiling, Franco clapped his hands eagerly.

“Rivera! Good to see you on your feet again.” Ryan blew a kiss at the snickering lugs surrounding Franco, knowing all too well that he’d be face fucking all of them by the end of the night. “Get your gloves on and get in the ring. You have three skirmishes here.” Franco winked knowingly at his prize fighter, his prize fucker, his prize specimen, the king of the gym. Quicker than any other boxer he’d ever trained, swifter on his feet than a fox, and an ass as silky as a fleshlight. King Ryan took all three challengers down in a matter of minutes, despite them being twice his size, even at 5’11. Walking his Royal ass back to the locker room, he was met with the forlorn faces of his competitors.

“Awww. Don’t look so sad boys. I got some Latin Leche here that will make you feel much better.” He groped his dripping package, constantly wet with pre and throbbing. “You take my shoes off, you get my shorts, and you better be nose deep in all three.” He pointed one by one to the red faced hunks. “The king could use some pampering.”

#male transformation #male possession #body transformation #jockification #original #transformation #musk #musky #sneaker transformation #smelly jocks #smelly gear #smelly shoes #boxer #male tf #racial transformation #Latino

[spooky-dice]

random specific dndads hcs that are canon To Me (content warning: brief discussion of mental illness)

carol and darryl’s house is very white + millennial griege with dark flooring, open concept minimalism. carol likes interior design pinterest, and darryl can’t stand clutter. they’ve got one of those portrait gallery walls. (stainless steel fridge house)

mercedes and henry’s house is super maximalist with busy, warm coloured patterns and plants and decor on every surface. it gets dusty sometimes but most of their trinkets are gifts from other people or handmade from a craft market so they refuse to get rid of anything. (coloured vintage fridge house)

glenn lives in an apartment, it’s very undecorated bc renting is Like That, and he’s a big believer in buying impulsive treats and luxuries over any investments. big dvd bookcase. intense stereo system setup is the centerpiece of the place. has a bunch of neon signs taken from bars. (white fridge house)

samantha and ron’s place is generally anti-big light. always natural light or little lamps. dark hardwood. periwinkle walls. has a big sliding door to the backyard that’s always open with the screen closed so bugs don’t get in. lots of bookcases and rugs. (black fridge house)

henry and mercedes will keep EVERY drawing or test and put it on the fridge “to celebrate both victories and opportunities for growth!” and teen sparrow gets really private abt his art and shoves it all behind his bed frame so they can’t hang it.

he also doesn’t draw for a year after getting sent to the realms.

lark sneaks out of the house and wanders the neighbourhood/park/gas station at pretty much any chance. takes a lot of buses to random places. henry used to fight with him abt it but eventually just agrees as long as he sends a check-in text after 5 hours. they still fight abt this.

grant has harm ocd. darryl never gets diagnosed with anything but it’s likely he had religious + contamination ocd. they don’t really talk about this.

glenn has the radio or tv on all the time because the silence freaks him out.

mercedes is really passionate abt all types of craftsmanship. she takes up woodworking and upholstery after she retires.

carol had subtly hinted that she wanted one of those fancy hair heat tools for christmas for 3 years straight before caving and buying them herself.

the first time nick smoked he did it alone on their balcony so glenn wouldn’t see if he coughed.

grant and carol go to comic con together. they both pretend they’re doing it to indulge the other person but they both really enjoy it.

terry is a several-hour-long-video essay fan, any topic. sparrow and grant are into those video game lore deep dives so they send each other links.

nicky’s texts are generally incomprehensible. he thinks emojis are unironically funny.

lark has bad taste in music, like folk punk and midwest emo shit. (folk punk fans know it’s bad. don’t complain. im one of you.)

ron does not know geography. like he just doesn’t know any places.

samantha leaves a place for terry sr. at their holiday dinner table. it helps all three of the stamplers feel better.

morgan got tattoos when she was in her early twenties. in the first timeline she got a few more, and in the second she didn’t. she had her tattoos touched up before moving to hell.

the marlowe’s fence has a really busted section where scary used to practice scoring.

link does all those summer library events. he doesn’t like reading he just likes the vibes.

taylor is highly susceptible to tiktok (or whatever the time period equivalent is?) ads. bought one of those electric pots where the guy cooks in his dorm room and never uses it.

normal will rewatch the same movie a million times. he’s also really into those mediocre shows where they run for like 10 seasons even though all the episodes are the same.

rebecca and sparrow are one of those “don’t go to bed angry” couples. it’s not really working but the unspoken agreement is there.

veronica and terry love going out for brunch. scary sleeps til noon. they leave her waffles in the fridge.

scary wants more piercings but veronica says she has to wait til her other ones heal. scary is not very good at taking care of them. her helix is perpetually infected and she keeps toying with her eyebrow bar.

veronica also keeps warning her that black box dye is a bitch to lift. veronica knows this from personal experience.

link has bad posture but worries about it a lot so he’s always correcting himself.

hermie keeps a ranking of his favourite B:TAS/timmverse shows/episodes. he’s also the guy who has to bring up the fact that it’s animated on black paper backgrounds in every conversation about it.

#dndads #long ass post but I’m correct #dungeons and daddies #headcanon dump

[asahicore]

iced matcha latte - sjh

part 2 of the coffee mini-series // prompt 70 of the 100 kisses list, an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other’s

pairing. coworker!junghwan x fem!reader synopsis. Neither you nor Junghwan have said anything since he confessed to liking you at the end of January. You like the way things are slowly progressing, and anyways, you both know that the other likes you - or at least, that's what you think. Even though he's staying quiet about it, Junghwan might not be as reassured in your feelings for him as you think. genre. spring au, coffee shop au, just lots of fluff, they go on a date and are in love basically, also noona!reader word count. 4.5k a/n. hello lovelies sorry i took a thousand years to upload this second part but hope you guys like it <33 @zreamy cried beta reading so hopefully that means it's good 😣 as always lmk ur thoughts!! will try not to take three months to write the next parts next time lol

spring.

Flowers in bloom. A slight rise in temperatures. That weird in-between season where winter fruit isn’t good anymore but summer fruit isn’t quite ripe yet. Going to school or work when the sun’s already up, and heading back home before it’s gone down. The first rays of bright, warm sun making everyone shed their winter coats and wear lighter jackets instead. Turning down the heating a few notches. Maybe even having a picnic outside.

Where you lived, these were all signs that spring had arrived. They were all punctuated by a general sense of relief that the harsh coldness of winter was over and of anticipation for the even warmer days of summer. But for you and everyone else that worked at the café, as well as your regulars, spring made itself known through yet another sign.

“Six separate people have ordered iced matcha lattes. Six. We opened two hours ago.”

This was how your manager had greeted you as you came in for your shift, a look of worn-out exasperation on his face that you chuckled at. Yeonjun had turned his dislike of iced drinks not only into a personality trait of his but into a feature of the café as well - from early October to late March, no iced drink may be sold in his shop. Every spring, he acted like pouring hot drinks over ice cubes was costing him his life, even though those drinks made up most of the profit of the café during the spring and summer months. People particularly loved your iced matcha lattes. 

“It’s a nice drink, Yeonjun. Refreshing,” you shrug, heading to the back to drop your stuff there and put your apron on. 

Yeonjun’s still sulking when you come back out. “Milk shouldn’t be consumed with ice,” he almost hisses. You’re thankful for the customer that comes in then and unknowingly puts a stop to this conversation that you’ve had a thousand times before.

You give them an apologetic smile when Yeonjun lets out an audible groan upon hearing their order - an iced matcha latte.

What can he do? It’s spring, after all.

“Y/N, it’s been two months since the guy told you he likes you. How much longer are you gonna make him wait?”

If your manager complains about iced drinks every chance he gets, this is how Jayoon decides to fill the silence as soon as there are no customers during the shifts you share. 

“Have you been counting the days, or something?” you say, trying to get her off the subject. You have to fight back a smile, though - the simple mention of Junghwan makes your heart skip a beat. 

She’s right, though. It has been two months since Junghwan’s quick confession as he got on the bus, and neither of you have really mentioned it since. But the air between the two of you has changed - if before, you forced yourself to think of him as a friend because you didn’t think he saw you as anything other than that, now, you let all the eye contact and every discreet touch linger and let yourself bask in them. 

With the way you react to every little thing he does, you don’t think there’s any way Junghwan doesn’t know you like him back. You’re not even doing it on purpose, you just can’t help but laugh at all of his jokes, funny or not, ruffle his hair (which is very, very soft) when he does something cute (which is often), or keep casting glances his way when you work a shift together.

You like that he’s not pressuring you to give him an answer. Of course, you want to date him, and you have no intention of leading him on, but you just want to cherish those heart-fluttering, innocent moments before things get more serious. You like how it all feels new, how his good morning and good night texts still surprise you twice a day and how your heart still skips a beat when he beams at you. Although, you have a feeling that even if you do get used to it, you won’t get bored of it.

Jayoon rolls her eyes impatiently at you. “Whether I have or not is not the issue here,” she says in a way that makes you think she has. “I have to admit I just don’t really get it. You know he likes you.  You like him. He probably knows you like him. Why don’t you guys just date already?”

The volume of her voice increases as she speaks, garnering amused looks from customers in the café, and her frustration at someone else’s love life gets a chuckle out of you too. “You know that two of our regulars have straight up asked me if you guys were together? That means that plenty other people have thought the same, just didn’t ask.”

This fact makes your cheeks heat up. Were you and Junghwan really being that obvious? You couldn’t tell Jayoon that you’d also been asked about Junghwan by regulars that had noticed your recent chumminess - she’d only use it as another argument against you.

“I like the way things are right now, Yoon. It’s nice. We text everyday and hang out or study together when we’re not on the same shift. We’re just… progressing from colleagues to friends, if you will. That takes time,” you explain with a sigh. A customer comes in, and because they’re paying more attention to their phone than to you, Jayoon continues grilling you as you prepare their oat latte.

“But you like each other!” she whisper-yells. “Why can’t you progress from colleagues directly into boyfriend and girlfriend? You already act like it anyway. The guy walks you home, texts you cute shit, and I saw those heart-shaped cookies you gave him for his birthday. How come I never got heart-shaped cookies? Or any shape cookies, for that matter?”

You ignore your friend for a short moment as the customer pays for their drink. When they’ve walked away, you turn to her with another sigh and feign a concerned expression. “Is that what this is about, Yoon? Do you want me to make you cookies?”

“Of course I do, but I’m not letting you change the subject.”

“I swear this is at least the fifth time we’ve had this conversation. I’m telling you, it’ll happen naturally. I don’t want to force anything.” 

“But aren’t you scared your spark will fizzle out?” she asks with a pout.

You think for a second. Every time you see Junghwan, your feelings for him grow. He manages to make you feel all giddy inside but wipe all your worries away at once. So, no, you don’t think your spark will fizzle out - you think it will grow slowly but steadily until it becomes warm and welcoming like a fireplace fire, the kind you want to bundle up in front of and feel the flames of on your face during cold winter nights.  

As the pleasant thought crosses your mind, Junghwan enters the café, big brown eyes finding you immediately and lips coming up in that boyish grin of his you love so much. You return his smile, then look back at Jayoon. “No, I’m not,” you reply, smiling at her too. She shrugs, and you hope this was the last time she branched the topic. 

You turn back to Junghwan as he crosses his arms over the counter, bending down on his forearms so that he’s the one looking up at you. The two of you probably look like idiots, smiling at each other like you’ve just shared amazing news, when all you’re happy about is simply seeing the other. “Your usual?” you ask, and he nods.

You get to work on his latte - two shots of espresso and one pump of vanilla syrup - then ask him what he’s doing here, since he’s not working today. 

“I didn’t want to go to the library to study. I’m so tired, I’m probably just going to stare at my computer screen for a couple hours then call it a day. Being around people who are hell-bent on getting their essays done will just stress me out,” he explains with a sigh.

You chuckle. “Yeah, I get that. Students working to make a deadline are some of the scariest people I’ve ever seen. You don’t need that kind of bad energy.”

As you start on your latte art (he likes it when you make a bear, so you’ve perfected your bear-shaped milk foam drawing over the past weeks), another smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Plus, I wanted to see you.”

Junghwan always says things like this, and yet, it manages to make your brain stop working every single time. Your hand freezes and the hot milk continues pouring into the cup, effectively ruining the bear’s face. 

Jayoon’s loud groan snaps you out of your daze. She then says something about not needing your kind of bad energy and heads to the back storage. You laugh at your friend’s dramatic antics, but when you lock eyes with Junghwan, you grow shy again, finding sudden interest in the marble countertop. You vaguely notice Junghwan’s smile only getting bigger at your reaction. 

“You look really pretty today, noona,” he says, voice dropping in volume so that only you can hear him. You purse your lips together, making it obvious that you’re trying to suppress a smile, but you can’t help letting out a small giggle at the compliment anyway.

“Go study,” you say, handing him his drink then shooing him off with a smile and a tilt of your head. Three teenage girls have come in, and you don’t want Junghwan’s presence messing with your concentration. They look like the type who won’t say anything even if you completely mess up their order, but you’d still rather get it right. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Junghwan replies, standing up straight and picking up his drink. Your eyes follow his movements, and you’d be lying if you said his height and the inches he has over you didn’t make your heart flutter. 

It’s a slow afternoon, and Jayoon takes over for you once you’re done with the girls’ drinks (two vanilla fraps and one iced matcha latte - Yeonjun would throw a fit if he was there), so that you can go sit with Junghwan until the usual five p.m. rush. He complains that you’re distracting him, but even when you stop talking and busy yourself with your phone, he’s the one who breaks the silence or tries to get your attention again. You feign exasperation but he’s too adorable for you to pretend for long - all it takes is a smile from him and you simply melt.

“Noona?” he calls out suddenly after ten minutes of studying. You look up and hum, waiting for him to go on. His smile makes its way back to his lips before he speaks again, and you mirror it almost unconsciously. “Do you wanna do something together when your shift is over?”

Your grin widens, and you rest your forearms on the table, leaning in closer to him in a conspiratory-like manner. “What do you have in mind?” you whisper.

He imitates your position, and even though the sudden proximity takes you aback, you try not to let it show on your face. The way his smile turns into a slight smirk when he notices your eyes quickly darting to his lips doesn’t help you in the slightest. “Get take-out somewhere and eat at a park? The weather’s nice enough.”

Your face lights up even more at the idea. “Sound good?” Junghwan asks, seemingly relieved at your excitement.

“Sounds perfect,” you reply with a giggle, leaning in close enough to bump your forehead against his before sitting back in your seat. The small action takes the both of you by surprise, but if Junghwan’s growing blush is anything to go by, it’s a good kind of surprise. 

Then, Jayoon calls you for help, so you send Junghwan an apologetic smile, to which he responds with an understanding nod of his head. For the better part of an hour, the constant stream of customers keeps you occupied, but the last quiet minutes until the end of your shift seem to drag on and on. As soon as the clock strikes six p.m., you hurry to the backroom and take off your apron, looking at yourself in the mirror to fix your hair before coming back out. 

Usually, you’d stay an extra hour to keep Jayoon company and help her close the store. For once, you’re glad that your friend is such a fervent supporter of your and Junghwan’s relationship, so she lets you go easily - actually, she’d been telling you to just go for the past ten minutes.

Junghwan is already waiting for you outside when you leave the café. The sunlight of the late afternoon turns his dark eyes a golden color and reflects against his hair. You make sure to commit the sight of him like this, beaming as he holds out his hand for you to take, to memory. You gladly take his hand, heart swelling at the feeling of your fingers interlacing for the first time, and yet so naturally. He leads the way and tells you about the different spots you can pick up food at. You decide on a fried chicken place nearby that’s only a two-minute walk away from a nice park. Both of your stomachs are growling, so something you can eat quickly is the best. 

Ever the gentleman, Junghwan insists on paying for your food. Once at the park, you find one of the last unoccupied patches of sunny grass and set camp there. Junghwan lays a blanket down, and with a small blush, admits to having thought of this before getting to the café. “I was just hoping you’d say yes.”

You tease him for about a minute, until his bright red face and the hunger in your stomach make you relent. You both dig in, letting out satisfied hums at the crunchiness of the chicken. He seems to go for all the pieces with bones, and although you like those too, the sight of him happily eating them is enough for you to gladly accept all the boneless ones. 

Usually, people are quiet when they eat, and start talking afterwards; but for some reason, you and Junghwan are the opposite. You talk so much as you eat that it takes you over an hour to finish your food, and by the time you’re done, the sun has started making its slow descent in the sky. 

These are your favorite moments with him - laughing as you share silly childhood stories and tell each other about the many stupid things your friends have done, or getting to know the other better as you listen to what’s been weighing on their mind lately. You just love hearing his voice and talking to him, no matter the topic. You also like pretending to be mad at him when he steals some of your fries, even though he has a lot of his left - if you pout hard enough, he’ll feed you to make up for his theft. 

Either a food coma hits the both of you at the same time, or you’ve both decided to admire the sunset peacefully, but a comfortable silence falls over you. 

His legs had been stretched out in front of him, upper body resting on his palms, but after some time, he decides to lie down completely, hands coming up behind his head in a makeshift pillow. You stay in your cross-legged position and try not to pay him too much attention, but the thought of snuggling up to him and using his body warmth to protect yourself from the growing cold is pervasive in your head. For a minute, you’re so caught up in the idea of being close to him, of being able to touch his hair and bury your head in the crook of his neck, that when he touches your hand, you jump back in surprise. This makes him laugh, but you feel too much like you’ve been caught red-handed to smile too - you barely even register as he intertwines your hands together and brings them to his chest, right atop his heart.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks. As if intent on betraying your thoughts, your eyes swipe over his upper body before you can stop them. You look away, hoping he doesn’t notice the flustered look on your face, the slight crease of your eyebrows.

“Nothing,” you huff in reply.

“Are you sure?” he insists, giving your hand a slight tug, and another one when you don’t react. “Wanna know what I’m thinking about then?”

When you look back at him, a playful smile is dancing on his lips. “What?” you ask, trying to keep a disinterested tone, even though you’re hoping he’ll have the same thing on his mind as you.

His smile widens. “Come here,” he whispers, releasing your hand to reach out to you. A sort of relief washes over your body as you let yourself lie down against him, head resting on his bicep and hand circling his middle. He’s kept one of his hands under his head to hold it up, but the other one rests on your shoulder, fingers sometimes trailing up and down your arm. You hope that he assumes the shivers that rake through your body aren’t due to his actions but to the chilliness in the early evening air.

Indeed, after some time, he sits up for a second to get his jacket out of his bag. “You must be cold,” he says with what sounds like genuine worry in his voice as he places the denim over your body like a blanket before returning to his lying position. He brings you closer to him, and your head shifts from resting on his arm to his shoulder. You just need to turn your head to brush your nose against his neck and breathe in the warm scent of his skin. Instead, you lift your head slightly to admire his face in the orange glow of the last minutes of sunset.

His eyes are closed and he has a peaceful smile on his lips. You’re suddenly overcome with affection for him - all you can think is that you want to keep seeing his smile, and you want to keep being the reason behind it, for as long as possible. You’re also grateful for all the moments spent together, for all the times he’s made you laugh or done something in the hopes it’ll make you happy, for his patience and his understanding. 

You’re not thinking much, more letting your body do what it’s been longing to do when you bend down to press your lips against his cheek.

“You know-”

Whatever he was about to say is stopped by your lips against his, and you both lean back immediately with wide eyes. You’re not crazy, right? You had been aiming for his cheek, but the gods of bad (or perfect) timing had decided he should turn his head to look at you and speak just at that moment.

After the initial shock has subsided, you both burst into giggles. Even though embarrassment makes heat rise to your cheeks, you’re glad that Junghwan doesn’t seem to mind the incident, just lightly pinches your shoulder and continues laughing. You bury your head in his shoulder to hide your face from him.

“Well, that wasn’t how I was expecting our first kiss to go, but I’ll take it, too.”

The playfulness in his tone tugs at something in you, and your insides twist at the thought of him thinking of kissing you, much like you had over the past couple of months. You force your shyness away and look back up at him, a similar smile to his playing on your lips.

“Oh yeah? How did you think it would go?”

His eyebrows raise at your uncharacteristic forwardness, but you can tell that he likes it. His eyes drift down to your lips and stay there as he speaks, and his voice is so low, you almost don’t hear it. It makes you feel like it’s really just you and Junghwan in the whole park. “Should I just show you?”

“I think you should,” you reply, voice just as low as his.

So he does. He lifts his head to find your lips with his, on purpose, this time. The kiss is slow and tentative as you focus on finding your rhythm together, but it’s perfect. It makes you feel all fuzzy at the edges, makes you feel like your fingers are filled with electricity. As your lips move against each other, settling into a nice, comfortable pace, you can’t help but smile. Now more than ever, you’re glad the two of you hadn’t rushed into anything, because every single moment that has led up to this has been worth it and makes this moment even better. Your noses bump into each other, and you’re not sure where to place your hands, and you’re both so nervous you sometimes have to stop to let some giggles out, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Everything is just right. The last warm sun rays and the slight breeze picking up, the soft blanket underneath you, the chatter in the park, the boy who has stopped kissing you only to leave quick pecks all over your cheeks, nose and forehead as he hugs you close to him. He finds your lips once more, pecks them once, then a second time before kissing you properly again. You’re not in his head, but it’s like he’d tried to control himself when you started kissing, but now the nerves and excitement and giddiness have caught up to him and he can’t help but shower you with affection. You remember your hands and bring them up under his head so that you can rake your fingers through the soft locks of his hair. That seems to calm him down instantly - he hums against your lips and you fall back into your previous, slower rhythm. You can’t help but laugh at this, pulling away slightly to look at him. His eyes are filled with adoration, and his expression is nothing but bliss.

You peck his lips one last time before laying back down next to him to take a breather. He whines at the loss of your warmth and presses a kiss to your forehead, then to the top of your head, nuzzling his face against your hair. After a few quiet moments, you remember he’d try to say something before your happy accident, so you ask him about it.

“Oh, that…” he starts, but says nothing more. You look back up at him, even more curious now.

“That?” you echo. His eyes dart all over your face as if trying to commit every millimeter of it to memory and a smile grows on his face.

“Yeah… I was gonna ask if you, um, if you remembered what I said that day at the bus stop.”

How could you have forgotten? “You mean, as you got into the bus and gave me zero time to say anything in return?”

His cheeks flush slightly but he keeps on grinning. “Yeah, that. I didn’t wanna say anything, but you also haven’t mentioned it, so I was getting a bit worried…”

Even though he’s smiling, his words alarm you. Had Jayoon been right? Maybe, all along, you were sure you were being clear, but Junghwan had no idea what you were thinking. 

“I’m sorry, Hwan. I was sure I was making it obvious.”

“Making what obvious?”

How did he not know? “That I like you, too.”

His eyes light up at your words. He shoots up, almost knocking his head against yours in the process, but is too excited to notice it. You sit up too, his jacket falling off of your shoulders as you do. He looks at you like a kid whose parents just told him they were going to Disneyland. “You do?!”

You giggle, pushing away some hair that had fallen in his eyes. “Of course I do.”

He pulls into a hug so tight, you can barely breathe. This boy really needs to learn to assess his own strength. “This is the best day of my life,” he says, making you laugh again. You wrap your arms around your middle, bunching up some of the fabric of his t-shirt in your hands. 

“Did you really not know?” you ask.

“Well, I thought you might. Or at least, I really hoped so. But I wasn’t a hundred percent sure…”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, but he stops you quickly.

“Don’t be.”

“But I am.” You pull back to look at him but keep your hands where they are. “I just… I really liked the way things were going.” You’d never been in a serious relationship before, never found someone that you really wanted to take that step further with. But now that you had that someone, you realized you had no idea how to take things from here.

His smile softens. “Nothing has to change. I like the way things are going, too.” He takes a breath here, as if trying to steady himself before saying what he wants to say next. “I just want to be able to call you my girlfriend at the same time.”

It takes you a second to process his words, but when you do, you smile so hard, your cheeks start to hurt. Was it that easy this entire time? Just say, hey, let’s be boyfriend and girlfriend now, and everything could go on as it had been before?

“Your girlfriend?” you echo, half to make sure and half to tease him.

He nods fervently. “Mh-hm.”

You press a chaste peck to his lips. When you pull back, he’s kept his eyes closed, as if savoring the moment. “I’d love that, Hwan.”

He opens his eyes as his smile gets impossibly wider, and engulfs you in a tight hug once more. He holds your face in his hands as he kisses your cheek, then the top of your head. You think you hear him mumble “my girl” against your hair, but the sound of your giggles is louder than his muffled voice.

The two of you stay at the park until almost everyone has left, chased away by the cold, chatting and holding onto each other for warmth. As always, Junghwan walks you home, but this time, he doesn’t let you walk through your door before getting one last kiss or two. You only break away when the upstairs neighbor has to awkwardly clear his throat to be let through. 

Junghwan texts you not even a minute after you’ve exchanged goodbyes to thank you for the amazing afternoon. You reply immediately, and the two of you text the night away, until your phone screen starts to hurt your eyes in the darkness of your room and you really need to start sleeping. 

Tomorrow, you’re doing the closing shift together - you already know that it’ll feel like an eternity, waiting most of the day until you see him again. But you know you will, and that’s all that matters. So you fall asleep with your phone on your heart and a smile on your face.

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Panacea

Chapter 4: The last remnant of epics (Second Half)

Dan Feng x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: The reader has a default name, OOC, mentioned blood, violence. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: 1k8

Summary: He met you on a drizzling day when hydrangea fully bloomed on its field. Amidst the sea of mild pastel petals, Dan Feng never thought the flowery domain that intertwined your fate was the precise thing withered with you. They said he was a dragon, a hero, a sinner, but never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world. However, it was a demi-truth. He committed the cardinal sin because of you.

Note: Do you like...pain?

This is a forgettable story about a kamikaze squad who spotted the perpetual tarnishment in the Yaoqing's military. Their remarkable contributions went silent and fell into oblivion, leaving the dying remnant in the endlessly spiral abyss. When the salvation arrow rode the East wind to land its target, everything crumbled and crumbled; everything went ashes, went ashes.  

In the dead of night, where celestial bodies crown the navy sky, it was supposed to be a tranquil atmosphere, but five vibrant people animatedly boozed en masse. The tangerine bonfire crackled under their shins and ablaze on their features as the spicy alcohol weaved at the collision.

"Bottom-up!" - exclaimed the dark-haired girl who initiated the party. 

While other teammates gulped down the tipsy liqueur, you stared at the glassy liquid glittered in your metal mug at hand motionlessly. Bathing in the moist coastal breeze of May, you concluded your last summer would end sooner or later when considering the length of a grievous journey. Suddenly, a cozy palm lightly tapped your shoulder to prevent the whirled thoughts, his radiant heat effectively anchored in your mind.

"You are spaced out. Are you alright?" - A genuine concern laced in a voice as the flame flickered at those cerulean eyes, and Pumpkin - the gang's hunting dog, snugging its wet nose beside to join your view simultaneously. You merely shook your head to imply no engagement in conversation and drank up the spirit. Huang Yuan possessed a pair of miracle orbs because whenever you sought his irises, they twinkled more than any stars you knew, and their azure hue was far more distant than any sapphire sky. Perhaps that was a manifestation of a young prodigy since things always coursed as he had planned and regularly scored full marks but lost in stealing the neighborhood's guava. It was as if things had just happened yesterday, as if the two of you lay on green grass, watching the kites that rode on the gusts of a windy hill. Huang Yuan chewed a frond of vervain in his mouth with its violet petals wriggled in rhythms. 

"Do you know Aeon Avikili? I wish to follow his path when Denizen of Abundance III ends." - the boy mouthed swiftly after a long silence while his fingers twiddled the string, fluffy bangs tenderly brushed his forehead. In your view, Huang Yuan was a gifted child whose performance was outstanding to his peers in every aspect.

At the time, you wondered why Yuan's kite seemed the highest one that flew skyward despite your tethers sharing the same length. In childhood at a rural orphanage, you two befriended Irene and Zi Wen, who always complained about his fleeting dreams regardless of your camaraderie. Huang Yuan also often asked about your dreams that you quickly dismissed because of the lack of desire for anything. 

Time flew like the kite's swing that year when the four of you enlisted in the military. Being a part of the "Devourers of Abominations'' project may be an honor in exchange for estrangement and isolation. Your team was infamous because of its monstrous potency and extraordinary abilities. People said that twenty elite warriors of Devourers of Abominations were equivalent to the top-notch legion, which possessed a mass devastating force that could destroy a country. But alas, the members eventually were reduced to five due to handling the bloody frontlines and mostly courtesy of their power's shortcomings. They had gone through several commanders since your team served different positions, from marine to pilots, and your interim administrator was Imbibitor Lunae of Luofu. 

The night before arriving on the mainland, you were in charge of a night shift. Generals of Xianzhou declared to end this interminable war at a blockage area called the Reed Hill. It was a wonderful day after another white night to gaze at the silvery moonlit glaring upon the vast sea until dawn. The morning sun flashed with a gentle coral color that rode leaping waves afar, causing a glittering band on the horizon. Sea breezes lifted seagulls' swings hovered around the dewy firmament on the flicker sunrise. 

"I don't like this weather because it usually brings dreadful storms." - stated Jia Xi, who abruptly appeared on the deck with his signature crossed arms. Perhaps it was a bestowed skill of the innated navigator when prophecied through the wind stream. Whatever it was, you expected to see him mounting on white waves to live up to his ideal model. Although forecasting the horrendous future, you could tell a tiny hint of interest that lived in his eyes. Jia Xi seemed unbothered to your response as he added - "Should any contingency occur, you are eligible to shelter at my humble house. Its location is at Luofu beyond the Faery forest." Among the remaining members of Devourers of Abominations, Jia Xi was the oldest person, so he unknowingly ended up with a motherly ethos, and you probably know what he was talking about. As though it was a natural rule, Jia Xi's time nearly lies at the other waist of the hourglass. Those salty winds could not neutralize the laced bitterness in that line; therefore, you considered those words like his will.

You two did not have things to converse on that morning, mainly viewing dawn on the quiet sea. 

As soon as your squad set foot on the mainland and started camping troops, the tricky duo Inrene-Zi Wen spread out and found two superfluities or at least that was your assumption. Zi Wen, who dreamed of being a sublime veterinarian, brought a stray wounded dog, and Irene, who always wanted a photography studio, brought a broken camera from a nearby junkyard. However, much to Zi Wen's dismay, Pumpkin - he named the stray dog - grew a fondness toward you more than anyone else, even if you seldom pat its head. As for the old Polaroid, Irene's effort did not go to waste when the whole of your team heard her thunderous exclamation on a yellowish afternoon. Consequently, the five of you assembled at the Light Sanctuary ruin, or in other words, she technically dragged you out. 

Initially, you insisted on taking the photo and refused to partake in the camera, notwithstanding its automatic system. However, Huang Yuan cleverly draped his arm around your shoulder to prevent you from escaping. As a result, the photo consisted of four teammates grinning joyfully while you reluctantly gave two peace signs toward the camera's lens.

"So, whoever is alive after this incessant war will hold this photo!" - Irene cheerfully beamed and waved the flat thing as printing completed. To your cognition, you saw no point in her high hopes because Devourers of Abominations would vanish after the RPF-910 operation finished. Eventually, the squad elected Captain Huang Yuan to keep the low-quality photograph temporarily since he owned the peak possibility of survival. 

Underneath that artistic afternoon sky, a small smile subconsciously stretched on your lips when they discussed the upcoming supplies. The tricky duo was undoubtedly troublesome, yet you dearly love them, and the last summer. 

"You know what? Only if I close my eyes, I envision our wedding." - The softening whisper of Irene woke you up from the lingering past. At first thought, you surmised she was drunk, yet mischief flashed in Irene's orbs at glimmering ambers. The cheap fireworks exploded in the dark sky that Jia Zi lit, seemingly embroidered on her face. You let out a light chuckle before leading her to swirl around. 

"Say, You want me to be your groom on behalf of Zi Wen instead of a bridesmaid, milady?" - Apparently, her sentence indued with magic since you could fantasize about an exquisite cathedral with a high ceiling, which redolent of white flowers.

"He is an awful dancer. On top of that, a black tuxedo suits you well." 

Despite everything finally evaporating like A Midsummer Night's Dream, it was still one of the most marvelous dreams you have ever had. 

It was abnormal to request an urgent audience with the commander at this hour, but witnessing Imbibitor Lunae still strategizing the diorama was even more shocking. Without further ado, Huang Yuan started.

"Greeting your majesty, I demand a changing position with Vice-captain Bai Lin." Confronting a living legend of the Luofu, he sensed an intangible pressure burdened on his shoulder as Dan Feng's emerald gaze swept through. He comprehended that it was nearly impossible to reallocate the responsibility, yet Huang Yuan daresay his petition to prevent the forthcoming turmoil. 

Every nation has a deadly secret, including Xianzhou Yaoqing. The military had a suicide squad that acquired such limitless strength with tremendously regenerated abilities on battlefields that they called them monsters. And they treated them like monsters.

Ere an excellent doctor who handled the chief researcher chair, he developed an imaginary project according to Yaoqing's order. To give birth to a group of unripped heroes, Doctor Chen Yue Guang opted for numerous juveniles from pilot orphanages and initiated the "Devourers of Abominations" project. In order to attain the desired goal, they conducted the majority of the surgery for modifying those selected living organisms. More specifically, the lead researcher group removed the guinea pigs' spinal cord completely and utilized "Galatic Trace" to become the substitutional function of the mentioned part. "Galatic Trace" merely was a florid term that Chen Yue Guang named, and its intrinsic esse was a derivative of their self-synthesized radioactive substance. Besides, Dr. Chen replaced the experimental organism's heart with a mini reactor to operate the artificial spinal cord properly. However, these were just an abstract of their research project because hundreds of tacit failures remained unlisted. 

As a result, the Devourers of Abominations' warriors acquired incredible strength and unparalleled prowess because they could not sense pain, so they feared nothing. They even possessed constantly regenerated capability, which allowed them to alleviate medical burdens. 

An undead legion true-in-words. 

However, there were also lethal shortcomings to quid pro quo. Firstly, it shrunk the experimental organism's longevity tremendously, and the immortals, or Foxian/Vidyadhara, and similar races manifested a high chance of rejection. Therefore, ordinary people who had the shortest lives even become ephemeral identities. Researchers estimated the average longevity of Devourers of Abominations did not exceed thirty. 

Secondly, those soldiers also heavily depended on inhabitor serum to prevent the post-rejection process and to compress their berserk attribute. Once a member surrendered their sanity to become a berserker whose state was considered a mortal's Mara-Struck. The sole way was to get the Vice-captain to destroy their mini reactor humanely. 

Thirdly, they had to act solitary and minimize communication with other teams at the lowest rate because radioactivity may impact stakeholders. Even though the project's developers claimed Devourers of Abominations did not emit radiation, they needed to wear protective gear in case of inevitable contact with other people. As a consequence, no one ever got a chance to see Devourers' faces. 

Nobody can pinpoint whether Yaoqing's authorities are right or wrong, ethical or inhumane because it is warfare. National benefits are always top priorities.

Notes: It took me too long to complete this chapter, and the whole story might be on a short hiatus due to my thesis. I will attempt to complete Panacea at the quickest speed. Happy New Year to everyone <3

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