#i would also accept some french fries.

[m00nsbaby]

Falling asleep on their shoulders.

A bunch of headcanons about how would they feel. :) (Moon system x reader.) Steven.

In a million years, he would never have accepted a work outing when he could be in his comfortable apartment with Gus, reading a new book.

Until he found out that you would be going.

He never imagined that an amusement park could be so much fun. He had never been to one before.

Or maybe he had, but he doesn't remember.

You separated from the group as soon as you arrived. Steven thought he would like to be as carefree as you when you took his hand and walked without a trace of nervousness or fear.

You talked all day, about anything and everything.

"You're very interesting, Steven." It was probably the sweetest thing he had ever heard. His blush made you feel satisfied.

For the rest of the day, you made sure he knew you were interested in him.

You also mentally noted how his lips brushed against your fingers when you offered him some of your cotton candy.

You held hands again when you rode the tallest roller coaster in the park.

Oh, and you kept the photograph.

"Shall we go see the Aqualoop?" "See it or...?" "Get splashed, I mean." He couldn't say no. Both of you were like a pair of children enjoying the day.

Adult life hadn't given you the chance to enjoy yourselves like this in a long time.

Both of you closed your eyes tightly as the water splashed over you, drenching you from head to toe. You both laughed until your stomach hurt, and Steven brushed a wet strand of hair from your face.

Having him so close made your heart skip a beat.

You spent the rest of the day dripping wet, enjoying the sun on your skin and the warm air drying your hair.

You shared food as the evening approached, and you discovered that vegan food was much better than you had imagined, while Steven ate half of your french fries.

As the park was about to close, you met up with the others at the exit.

Both of you insisted on declining the ride J.B. offered, as your clothes were still wet.

After 20 long minutes of arguing, you accepted on behalf of yourself and Steven.

Or Scotty, as J.B. had called him, making you struggle to hold back your laughter.

The space in the back seat was limited, and your body was squeezed between Steven and the car door, but you couldn't say you were uncomfortable.

His body emitted a delightful warmth.

A yawn escaped you.

"Are you tired?" Steven's whisper near you broke the complete silence in the car.

You silently nodded, rubbing one of your eyes with your hand.

If only he had the courage to tell you how adorable he thought you were.

Minutes of silence passed, your breathing became slower and heavier, and your head gradually leaned to the side as you began to fall asleep.

And it happened. Your cheek ended up against Steven's shoulder.

He almost vomited from excitement, not exaggerating. Needless to say, he was the type of person who simply assumed he would die of natural causes before moving or telling you that his shoulder had become tired.

After a few minutes, you shifted, slipping an arm underneath his and intertwining your fingers together, returning to your place on his shoulder after.

He allowed himself to finally smile.

And the hours it took him to gather the courage finally culminated in the best part of the night. He leaned in enough to kiss your forehead.

You smiled too, without opening your eyes.

Marc.

One day, you had to explode, and he knew it.

His plans were always thwarted because Khonshu interfered with his sudden missions that not only meant pausing whatever you were doing, but also meant that Marc would disappear completely from the radar for God knows how many days.

It was strange when he returned, too. It took him days to return to normal, if you were lucky enough he would tell you what had happened, only partially.

"It's always the same!" You finally screamed at your breaking point. Tears overflowed from your eyes as you quickly packed your clothes into your suitcase. You didn't care if the clothes became even more wrinkled.

"You knew it would be like this, I told you." Marc had the migraine of the century.

You shouted at each other for a while, and the maid looked at you as if you were crazy.

To be fair, you sounded like it.

The argument came to a close when Marc went too far with his words. You didn't argue often, but when you did, it always ended like this.

You cried the whole way to the bus station. And you almost started another argument when you pushed your boyfriend's hand away to prevent him from grabbing your suitcase.

If only he had the strength to set aside his pride for once, he would have apologized the moment the tip of your nose turned red.

You wished you could switch places with a stranger to avoid hours of travel with him.

But it didn't happen.

You felt like the thousand times you cried yourself to exhaustion as a child. You even let out a yawn within the first 15 minutes of the trip.

It didn't take long for you to succumb to physical and emotional exhaustion, thinking that sleeping would make time pass faster and you would be away from him sooner.

He was so focused on avoiding your gaze by looking out the window that he didn't even notice when you fell asleep.

Until your head landed on his shoulder with a sudden turn in the road.

Marc's body tensed. He was too stubborn to give in instantly, but at the same time, he was too in love to push you away.

He looked at you, and his chest tightened.

You looked so vulnerable. So tender and small. How could he hurt you if he loved you so much?

Unbeknownst to him, a barely noticeable pout formed on his lower lip.

"I love you," he whispered, more to himself than to you. He was almost consoling himself in the pain of having to carry the regret of his words.

"I love you with all my heart," he repeated.

It was futile, you were deeply asleep.

He made his decision and closed his eyes, leaning his head against yours to find comfort.

He would sleep by your side, feeling the warmth of your body, and when you woke up, he would apologize to you as many times as necessary.

Even if it meant having to make it up to you with other vacations.

Jake.

You never exchanged words unless it was necessary.

You knew his name, he knew yours, and that you were good at fighting together. Unfortunately, you didn't have a "magical" suit to help with that.

You stared out the window, suppressing the urge to moan in pain every time the taxi jolted on the road. You had survived worse things than a twisted ankle and a possible broken rib.

Jake didn't look at you, only when he heard you hiss or take a deep breath because of the discomfort you were in.

"We're close to the hotel," he reassured you, even though it was a lie. You were in the middle of nowhere, trusting that the driver had the correct directions.

You nodded silently, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against the cold window.

Five more minutes passed, and there were no signs of life on the road, but the pain became more bearable as exhaustion started clouding your perception.

Every time you were about to fall asleep, a tap of your forehead against the window would wake you up.

And you didn't even notice his gaze on you.

After the seventh hit, Jake lost his patience.

"Eso no va a funcionar, cariño." You didn't understand, and you couldn't be bothered to understand as you kept your eyes closed.

The last thing you felt was his body moving closer to yours.

You yielded, your body finally relaxing as you managed to fall asleep. It was easier for Jake to wrap his arm around your shoulders and gently push you against his, allowing you to rest.

Almost immediately, he regretted it.

Jake didn't have this kind of closeness with anyone. His interactions with other people always involved punches, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but pain was always present.

Was it normal for his heart to race like this? He would investigate later.

You moved your head slightly to snuggle better against his shoulder as he held his breath, trying not to make the slightest movement that could wake you.

"¿Cuánto va a ser?" he asked in a low tone so that the driver would understand his concern about not disturbing you.

The driver pointed to the meter in silence. Well, he encountered someone even quieter than himself.

Jake lost count of how many times he whispered in your ear, "Shh, cariño." (although sometimes he changed the endearment to "cielo" or "corazón") as a way to lull you in his arms whenever you shifted in your seat.

When you arrived, he paid in silence, as usual.

He didn't wake you up, in fact, he did his best to be as stealthy as possible.

He slid one of his arms under your legs, wrapped the other around you, and lifted you up like a bride.

Jake was careful, but not so much that your reflexes didn't catch the movement.

You woke up, but never opened your eyes; you simply nestled closer to his chest and enjoyed his care.

Tomorrow you would both face whatever you had to face.

#Moon Knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #Moon System #moon system x reader #moon system x you #moon boys #moon boys x reader #moon boys x you #marvel #Steven Grant #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #Oscar Isaac #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac x you

[mrscarmenbearzatto]

Ooo if you’re still looking for request ideas, I have one!!

Can I please request a Carmy x fem!single Mom!reader where Y/n is new to Chicago and is looking for somewhere to eat with her two year old daughter, and she finds The Beef/The Bear. She’s super exhausted and has her hands full, and also trying to order when her daughter runs into the kitchen before Y/n can grab her, Y/n running back to get her but Carmy gets to her daughter first and picks her up. Y/n would be sooo mortified and apologizing so much, but Carmen is super sweet and comps her meal (much to her surprise) and the staff are super sweet with her daughter 🤧

Y/n frequently visiting the restaurant after that to eat and also see her fav, most adorable (hot) chef 🥹

haley baby | carmen berzatto

thanks for requesting this! - not proofread - nav post - cw: mom/fem!reader, single!mom!reader

Being a single mother, you were used to the chaos that mornings brought. Being a single mom in a completely unfamiliar town was a new ballpark.

Your daughter, Haley, was in that stage of being picky with what she likes. Her favorite thing was French fries, and you happened to find (thanks to a quick online search) a spot with the “best fries in Chicago”, according to one review.

Well, dianeivans392, you would have to be the judge of that statement.

Haley had also been in the stage of running ahead of you. Baby pink sneakers stepping against the pavement as you jogged behind her, you guided her inside the sandwich shop. “You gotta stay by mama, okay?” You ask softly before you place in the order.

You should have known once you started paying your daughter would have taken the opportunity to run into the back. Letting out a small yelp, you hurriedly put your items back into your purse, prepared to be yelled at by whoever’s back there.

Instead, less then a minute later, a man comes out with Haley in his arms. She seems infatuated by him, watching his every movement. You don't blame her. Part of you wants to be worried because some random man has your child in his arms.

The other part of you, the part that swears his eyes are having a secret conversation with yours, tells that first part to pipe down.

"I'm so sorry about her, she's been in this phase of running and all the books say to just let her explore but they don't account for dangerous environments for a child, and I looked away for one second and-" your apologetic ramble was cut short by the man smiling. "It's okay. I don't mind, really." He hands Haley back over to you, holding his hand out. "I'm Carmen."

You shake his hand before focusing on your daughter, pushing some of her light blonde curls out of her face. "I'm Y/N." You're cautious. "Thanks for grabbing her." You say with a nod, and he smiles. “No worries. She seems fun.” He comments.

You laugh. “That doesn’t begin to describe her.” You comment, remembering the food you’re meant to pay for. You grab out your card, about to hand it to the guy behind the counter before Carmen clears his throat. He steps behind the counter, whispering something in the cashier’s ear. Hitting a few buttons on the register, the cashier gives you a smile as Carmen walks to the back. “Your food will be out soon.”

You stare at him, about to question what happened until the blue eyed .. stranger, guardian angel, whatever he seems to be, returns. A bag in hand, two boxes of fries in hand. “For you, m’lady.”

You look at the bag, shaking your head. “I can’t accept these for free, Carmen-”

“You are. I’m not offering, I’m telling you. Take them.” He insists. And you aren’t going to argue when he looks at you with this desperation in his eyes.

You thank him again and take the bag, adjusting your daughter on your hip.

──

From then on, you were one of the regulars. You’d let the other staff come and say hi to your daughter, even growing close with Natalie, Carmen’s sister, who fell in love with your daughter.

You celebrated a lot with them. Haley’s third birthday, they were in attendance. They were there when you got a promotion at work, when you needed someone’s shoulder to cry on.

Not to mention, you and Carmen were undeniably flirting with each other everytime you spoke. It wasn’t a shock when he asked you on a date - a date that consisted of him cooking for you in your apartment while Haley slept in her bedroom.

#maeberzatto #mae writes! #mae writes: the bear #mae’s asks! #mae’s inbox #mae has mail! 💌 #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto fanfiction

[kazvha]

French fries

Summary: Sae is refusing to kiss you because you ate his least favorite food, french fries.

Notes: This is such a dumb scenario but it wouldn't leave my head😮‍💨 ooc sae?

"Come on! Just give me one kiss Sae!" You cry out as your boyfriend moves away from you.

You were looking for distractions because you were bored and had nothing to do, or rather, didn't want to do anything. And what would be a better distraction than your boyfriend? Craving attention and kisses from him, you tried to embrace him, but Sae swiftly escaped underneath your arms. A second time you tried to hug him and meet his lips, yet he turned his head and moved away again. Taken aback, you asked him why he did that when you remembered that you ate french fries earlier today. This was the only possible reason that came to your mind.

The reason why Sae was refusing to kiss you and even refusing to stay beside you were fries. Mere fries. You knew they were his least favorite food, but you didn't think that he would act up like this.

"Stay away from me. If you want cuddles and kisses, brush your teeth first." The disgusted look doesn't leave his face, "Keep this up and imma wear a mask."

"What did the french fries do to you!" You try another attempt to catch Sae, he swiftly dodges you once more though. "Babeee!"

"Don't touch me with your grabby hands!" With fast steps, he opens the drawer in which old ffp2 masks were stored. He rips the plastic bag open and dramatically puts the mask over his face.

"Are you kidding me, why are you acting like I'm infected with something." You groan.

Instead of giving you an answer, Sae just rolls his eyes and you sigh. "What was I thinking when I agreed to date you? You're such a kid..." Irritated and out of energy to fight, you proceed to make your way over to your bathroom to finally brush your teeth grudgingly.

When you're returning, Sae is already staring at you. He's waiting for you with open arms and finally kisses you when you hug him back.

You pout and punch his shoulder with your fist. "Honestly, why did I say yes to dating you? I'm losing more and more brain cells every day because of your pettiness."

"That's what you were ready for when you accepted me. Also, my personality is a part of my charm."

"Is it really?" You give him a side glance. "Anyway... Give me some cuddles now, dumbass."

#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock fluff #sae itoshi x you #sae itoshi x y/n #sae x you #sae itoshi fluff #sae itoshi x reader #sae x reader #sae x black!reader #sae x poc!reader #sae x black reader #bllk sae #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk

[copperbadge]

Am I working on Royals/Ramblers? No. Am I writing one-off short fics based on AO3 comments? Might be!

@annechen-melo pointed out that in Fete, Eddie asks Gregory what passes for diner food in Shivadh culture, and Gregory replies Eddie might know better than he would, meanwhile a book later we find out about Shivadh Fried Breakfast, which is clearly exactly the kind of food Eddie would want to know about. I was like “Haha yeah he maybe just didn’t think about it” and then I realized Eddie’s reaction and...wrote a short story in comments. :D 

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Gregory wasn't aware Eddie had even gone out for breakfast until he heard his name called, looked up from his desk, and was pelted in the head with something cold and greasy. It bounced off and fell to his desk, where it turned out to be a fried chicken wing.

Eddie stood in the doorway. He looked incensed.

"I don't know what I did," Gregory said carefully, "but whatever made you just throw a chicken wing at my head, I'm sorry I did it."

"Fried breakfast," Eddie announced. Gregory gave him a mystified look. "I have lived here for FIVE MONTHS, Greg, I have fried so much food in your kitchen, five months' worth of fried food, and I had to discover Shivadh fried breakfast for myself. I'm DATING THE SHIVADH KING AND -- "

"Okay, okay, message received," Gregory said, holding up his hands, one of which still held the chicken wing.

"Message NOT received! I asked you about diner food! You said you didn't know!"

"Well, I mean," Gregory began, then ducked pre-emptively as Eddie took another chicken wing out of the bag in his hands. Instead of throwing it, he sat down at Gregory's desk and began eating it. "It's not diner food per se. It's. You know. It's beach food."

"How have you gone five months without ever once taking me out for fried breakfast?" Eddie asked. "How do you live in a country where you can just say to someone 'fried breakfast' and they serve you a full meal, and not eat it at least once a week?"

"Well, it's not great for the cardiac health," Gregory said carefully, "and as you say you've fried a lot of food for me, so...I wasn't really missing it."

"I literally built my career on the kind of place that will serve me hash browns and fried mushrooms and fried dumplings on top of the mushrooms all on one fast-disintegrating paper plate!" Eddie seethed.

"I could go for some fried mushrooms," Gregory said thoughtfully. Eddie seethed harder. "Okay, okay. I am sorry. It didn't occur to me. I don't eat it a lot! And your food was so good I didn't miss it."

Eddie subsided a little at that, but he waved the surviving portion of his chicken wing as he spoke.

"I will accept your apology, conditionally," he said. "Tomorrow is Saturday and I want you to take me to the best Fried Breakfast place you know of."

"Well, it won't be wherever you went today," Gregory said. Eddie frowned at him. "Traditional fried breakfast shacks don't serve chicken wings. They think it's bougie."

"....you let me get BOUGIE fried breakfast?" Eddie yelled.

"Did you get a sufganiyah with it?" Gregory asked.

"No! Was I supposed to?"

"Well, you have to order it King's Touch, if you do that they give you the donut, or they're supposed to anyway. It's because dad likes a jelly donut."

Eddie stared at him. "So you're telling me that not only did I get bougie fried breakfast, I could have had a jelly donut on top of it?"

"I need you to remember that you love me and I'm taking you out for fried breakfast tomorrow," Gregory said.

"Oh, now you're not just taking me for fried breakfast, we're going on a tour," Eddie said. "You're taking me to at least three different fried breakfasts."

"Three," Gregory repeated faintly.

"I no longer trust you to actually know where the best fried breakfast is. I'm texting your dad and Jerry and Alanna to ask them," Eddie said, texting literally as he spoke. "I will also be asking Simon, who will probably swear at me in French. We are going to do a tourism video entirely based around fried breakfast, because the world needs to know and you, king of this entire country, are falling down on the job."

"Well, that's why I have you," Gregory reasoned. "I'll, you know, pass the tax reforms, you tell the world about how we...miraculously don't die of heart disease in our thirties after being raised on fried breakfast."

Eddie's phone beeped. He looked down at it.

"Your dad says he won't tell me unless I sign an NDA," he said.

"Man's got to protect his access to sufganiyot," Gregory remarked. "Please don't throw chicken wings at him."

"I save all my ballistic chicken wings for you," Eddie informed him, sighing and getting up. He leaned across the desk to kiss Gregory where the wing had hit him in the forehead. "You are a hopeless case and I love you."

"You are the weirdest person I know and I love you too," Gregory said. "Go, enjoy your bougie chicken wings."

"Tomorrow morning! Bright and early, fried breakfast!" Eddie announced as he left. Gregory sighed and made a note to weasel out of his father the name of his favorite fry shack. If Dad wanted him married off, he had a vested interest in keeping Eddie happy.

#shivadhverse #annechen-melo

[verysium]

as someone who lived in spain (barcelona) for a semester, everyone knows that the nightlife there is crazy. even i who is usually a homebody + on my schedule indulged in the party life a bit 🤭 so it makes me wonder if sae ever participated in such activities? like partying, drinking, or even hooking up since it’s also not uncommon for footballers to be seen out and about. i would love to know your thoughts!

😭 i want so badly to write about sae and spanish party life, but i just don't think they would mix. let me work out the math here: sae + alcohol = sae + french fries, as in "it's delicious but deadly to my health." his virgo mars would never let him anywhere near alcohol especially if he was the one on chaperone duty for the night. my man is tucked into bed, complete with a face mask and skin care lotion by 9 pm.

there could be some potential exceptions though. off the top of my head, they involve either a mandatory charity event or shidou ryusei. i think the latter is more likely. the only viable method to convince sae is through coercion. idk about royale, but the u-20 team probably dragged sae’s ass along with them cus we all know he isn't immune to putting his pride on the line and engaging in bets. oliver be clutching his euros tight cus sae wins like 99% of the time.

to our u-20 captain's greatest pleasure and the chagrin of underlashes senior, god finally decided to grant that 1% miracle on a random friday night in june. for the first time in his life, sae itoshi actually joined the post-game afterparty. shidou took the lead. got shit-faced not even ten minutes in. sae sat next to him at the bar, sipping his drink with the world's most boring look of impassivity on his face. he somewhat enjoyed the bitter taste, but then after a few more sips, he was quickly reminded that rin unfortunately inherited both alcohol tolerance genes.

you can never really tell if an itoshi is drunk. mostly because they were born with only one facial expression in their incomplete arsenal of human expression. but there are some tell-tale signs. if an itoshi has flushed cheeks, then he is mildly tipsy. if he has ears with the same color as this flag 🚩, then he is somewhat drunk. if he looks at you for longer than socially acceptable and then proceeds to frog-blink, he has reached heaven or nirvana or enlightenment. idk which one but at least one of those three. in other words, he has had an eye-opening, earth-shattering, fault line-splitting epiphany in his drunken state of stupor. perhaps he will finally realize how badly he traumatized his own brother at eighteen. perhaps he will finally remember his once-forgotten ability to smile. perhaps he will finally confess the feelings to which he has been painfully oblivious for the past decade. anything is possible with a drunk itoshi. it's just impossibly hard to get him into that state.

as for hookups....it's complicated. it ends either with sae lying face down ass up in his underwear or you puking your guts out in his ceramic toilet bowl. you choose which one you want.

#asks #blue lock #sae itoshi

[haruniki]

Valentine Day

CSM Edition (ft. Power, Kobeni, Asa, Makima, Himeno)

a/n: helllooo!! I apologize for my small hiatus, need a bit of mental break. I was having a bit of mental stress but I’m doing good enough to write now so I hope you enjoy!

CW: none, except for the inclusion of Makima and Himeno (i think they need to have the cw??)

Power

Totally forgot about this holiday

If you mention the holiday, Power will state that she’s above this silly holiday and that someone as great as herself doesn’t need to worry about such a meaningless holiday

Though her tune will change as you mention that you’ll just have to give her gifts to Denji

“Well, I suppose your offerings to the great Power could be accepted. As I am the only one great enough to receive such wonderful gifts.”

She grateful takes the gift and gloats to Denji about the wonderful offerings of your undying love.

Aki reminds her that she needs to give you something that way it’s not one sided. She of course makes a plan, a plan even better than her nobel prize plan

Power plans a dinner that she totally didn’t make Aki make and plans to have you sleepover so she can present you the best present in the world, herself. A gift that keeps on giving.

“I hope the tasty morsel that I most definitely made has been to your liking. I have also prepared a wonderful pillow fort so that you can lay in my arms, as well as hold Meowy.”

Kobeni

Planned months in advance

Every detail and every possible outcome, Koebni has planned. She wants to make this impressive, wants every moment to be wonderful. 

Tells you to get ready and that’ll she’ll pick up, she didn’t buy a new car for nothing.

Gets ready like 3 hours before the time she’s suppose to pick you up

Changes outfits way too much before settling one the first outfit she picked. And not to mention that she’s pretty sure her hair has been fried for overheating it from the curling and straighting iron, decisions were so hard to make sometimes

Kobeni first plan was to take you for dinner at a nice restaurant. Let’s you order whatever you want and makes small conversation. Next on her agenda is to go to the beach.

She’s always wanted to go walk by the water at night with someone. Walking hand in hand with you, listening to the waves, and maybe even making jokes.

Kobeni does have additionally stuff for you, and that of course is gifts!

Almost all the gifts she hands you are made by hand. From the card she gifted you to the choclates and paper flowers.

The last gift your given is a photo collage of different photos that you both have taken together through the months that you’ve been together

“uhhh.. I thought you would like this.. The photo collage of course. Uhhh...I really hope this day is great or well has gone great . I.... uhh.. really enjoyed today.”

Asa

Doesn’t really have anything plan

Asa doesn’t want to mess anything up, especially considering how unlucky she is

Though if you ask about it, she’ll offer to take you to get ice cream or maybe to a movie

She doesn’t really mind if you didn’t get her anything, she mostly enjoys your company.

If you decide you want to go somewhere with her, she’ll definitely get dressed up for it. 

Walks hand and hand with you, laughing lightly at the way you excited walk to a local ice cream shop

Geuinely enjoys being around you and is so happy that you also enjoy being around her.

“I know that it’s not really special, but I really like being around you. And I really hope that you also enjoy being around myself too.”

Makima

Doesn’t forget at all, like also had this planned beforehand

Asked you months ago what your ideal date was, what foods you’d like, drinks, desserts, and gifts.

Surprises you with a table set for two and a lovely dinner made by Makima herself.

Makima dressed in her best attire, with a lovely smell of some french perfume that she wears often on dates and when she knows you’ll be present

Pulls out your chair for you and pours you a glass of wine all while complimenting you.

Sits next to you so she can hold your hand, leaving small kisses against your skin every so often as you talk

After the meal she leads you to a room fully decorated with lights and sweet treats in the shape of hearts. Rose petals also litter the room and light music plays throughout the room.

“I thought I would take a different approach to celebrate this holiday. Get a little closer to each other, I would hate to lose your faith in me after all of our previous rendezvous being so glamorous.”

Himeno

Forgets about it but totally manages to play it off

Gets you a big bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates that she may or may not have stolen a few out of when you weren’t looking

Is excited to finally be able to celebrate this day with

Himeno is slightly more touchy and is excited when she manages to get you to sneak off for a few moments alone if you two have to work the day of

Flirts with you throughout the day

As a treat she buys you whatever you want. Shoes, clothes, meals, cute plushies, whatever you want you can have. 

Also, she doesn’t go drinking or drink anything at home. Himeno wants to be able to remember the day without blackouts.

“Hey, I know I’m not like the best girlfriend in the world, but I hope these gifts ain’t too bad? I thought flowers would be a nice touch, but I understand if you have to throw’em out because allergies.”

#lazy writing #ahhhhh #i feel so bad about how bad this is #im sorryyyy :( #csm x reader #csm kobeni #csm kobeni x reader #csm power #csm power x reader #csm asa #csm asa mitaka #csm asa mitaka x reader #csm makima #csm makima x reader #csm himeno #csm himeno x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man kobeni x reader #chainsaw man power x reader #chainsaw man asa mitaka #chainsaw man makima #chainsaw man himeno #chainsaw man headcanons #csm hcs #cw makima #cw himeno #idk if i'm missing a tag #uhhhhhh #Ii hope this is good

[bigbadripley]

Long Drive To Reno - One Shot

Pairing: Runner!Poe Dameron x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader

⚠️ 18+!!! MINORS DNI | Words: 7k |  AU of sorts (Dystopian, lawless Earth?I don’t even know, Nevada)

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, heavy language, illegal activities, drug mention, probably typos, warnings are not extensive

Summary: The job is simple: bring in the mouthy Poe Dameron, warm. Turns out, it’s not as simple as you’re used to. 

A/N: I wrote this for myself, as I do many other things. DL;DR, it doesn’t take place in the same galaxy as Star Wars but there are plenty of references. It’s just a good time. 

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You weren't a monster. You wished you were sometimes because it would make your job easier, but you weren't. Though if you were a monster, you supposed you wouldn't need to do this job. You could do whatever you pleased and live carefree if you didn't have the capacity to feel things. 

The whistling man in your back seat made you wish you were a monster. It also made you wish your radio could change channels so you could drown him out with music. That, unfortunately, wasn't the case. 

You cursed the man who hired you for offering you this job. It made sense why Moj would call you, you were the best, and when he told you the figure you'd be getting for something you could do in your sleep, you couldn't turn it down. 

"A hundred for a living, breathing Poe Dameron at my feet by noon Thursday. That's double what he owes me, and I expect to get every cent back from him. He has to be alive, though." Moj told you over the phone. At the time, you were in Bonnie Claire, just finishing up another job you got from one of his buddies.

That's how it always was: if Moj or any other bigwigs needed something done and the cheaper options weren't cutting it, they'd call you. You were always worth every dime to get your man efficiently, expediently, and in the manner requested. 

"My sources say he'll be at The Cantina in Vegas. There's an underground gambling venue there with some big event being hosted. I'll get you an in and send you all the details." He explained further. 

You were sitting in your car, parked outside a burger place, and eating french fries. You calculated that it would take about two hours to get to Vegas if you drive fast, an hour to secure the target, then about six and a half to seven hours to get to Reno. Seemed easy enough, but you had questions. "And what if this guy isn't there?"

"He'll be there. He couldn't turn down the chance to hustle his way into getting a few thousand. What matters is you making sure you get him out of there and to Reno quietly!" Moj's voice boomed into your ear. 

You didn't flinch, as you were used to him randomly raising his voice, and you responded as you always did: silence until he addressed you like an average person. Moj took a deep breath and continued in a normal tone. "Dameron likes whiskey, money, and pretty girls." 

"Now I see why you called me, Moj." You snickered. 

"Well, he'll respond much better to you than to any of my guys. You'll have to dress like you belong at a place like that: expensive, but easy." 

"Not an issue. As always, I'll take half in advance for the gas, supplies, and courtesy." You accepted the job, knowing you'll have it done with time to spare.

"Will wire it to you in an hour. Keep in touch, Y/a." 

Moj did as he said he would and sent you everything he had on the target, location, event, and all the details in between. You studied in your car the night before you were due to appear at The Cantina under the name Nadia Nygaard in a short black cocktail dress. 

You got through security quickly and were met with zero suspicion upon entry: like you were meant to be there. It all came down to finding the target, if the source was correct, and securing him. As if you conjured him up, you spotted him immediately at the bar, drinking a whiskey neat. 

Approaching the target yourself would spell disaster. If Dameron's been able to escape others, you can't tip him off. You choose to sit near him and order the same thing he did to gather his interest without directly showing you're paying attention to him. 

"I don't believe I've ever seen you around here." You hear as you watch the target approach from the corner of your eye. "Poe Dameron," He introduced himself, tipping his glass to you. He was much more handsome than the photo you were provided, but that's not what you came for. It's showtime. You put on your best smile and tip your glass back, 

"Lovely to meet you, Poe. I'm Nadia."

One drink and several nauseating conversations about how big of a deal Dameron was at the event later, and you were sure he was putty in your hands. The man didn't seem as crafty as Moj made him out to be, and that made you wonder if the men before you were just total imbeciles. 

From how he looked at you and his tone, it seemed you had him entirely sold, and he was ready to get you alone. Once he suggested the two of you leave, you took it right away. 

"My car's just outside." You tell him, adding a bit more bounce to your walk. That got Dameron's attention, and he followed closely. Almost a little too close for your comfort, but you just needed to play along a little longer. 

Once the two of you got to your car, he eyed the vehicle strangely. 

"I didn't take you for the type to drive an oldster like this." He piped up. You didn't like when people spoke negatively about your old gray SUV. She served her purpose, and you loved her for that. 

Just a little longer. You thought to yourself before you smiled,

"This is my less conspicuous car. Can't show up in a BMW to a gambling event these days. 'Sure to get broken into." You explained, playing it off perfectly. Dameron nodded and seemed like he was about to speak when you opened the back driver's side door, but then he looked confused. 

"You wanna do this here?" He asked, surprised by the prospect of having sex in such a rickety old thing. You shrugged and brought your body close to his, draping your arms over his shoulders and looking into his brown eyes. 

"Why wait?" You said with a wink. It was enough showmanship to make you gag, but Dameron seemed to have turned on to the idea right then. He started leaning in and placed his hands on your waist, lost, and you might have even considered letting him go for it if you hadn't gotten him right where you wanted him so goddamn easy. 

A quick knee to the groin is all it takes sometimes. It was hard enough for Dameron's face to contort and for his hands to instinctively remove themselves from you and cover the area as if he needed protection after the fact. While his thoughts were in his pants, you grabbed his arms and pinned his chest against your car to cuff his wrists behind his back. 

"What... what're you doing?" He asked weakly. Just then, he noticed the car door you opened didn't have a handle on the inside. He had been made. "Nadia, baby, let's talk about this." 

Getting Dameron in the car was easy because his knees were still wobbly. You didn't tell him your name wasn't Nadia. You didn't say anything at all. You just tossed your heels into the floorboard of the passenger seat, got in front of the wheel, and took off. 

Now he's in your back seat whistling like he's having a fantastic time, making you wish you brought duct tape. 

"Will you knock that shit off?" You say, focusing on him in your rearview mirror. The dark-haired man stopped,

"Why am I here? What did I do, Nadia? If that's even your real name."

"It's not my real name, and you owe someone a lot of money."

"Wow, so they actually sent someone competent this time? Normally their head fetchers don't get this far with me." He said, seeming proud of himself. You stayed quiet, and that seemed to drive him nuts. "Well, maybe more about the nice ass that came with you than competency. Regardless, who sent you?" 

Your eyes beamed at his through the mirror for the comment about your ass. He seemed to understand and sank back a bit into the seat. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I mean, you got a nice ass, but I should have kept that to myself." He rambled, making you miss the whistling. "I at least deserve to know who sent you!"

You kept that information to yourself for the next five minutes of silence, realizing that he wasn't as crafty as he was an irritant. It was the best five minutes you'd ever felt, just looking at the open road with nothing but Nevada's hellish desert around you. Then Dameron had to pipe up again. 

"I thought we had something special." 

"You wish, princess." You said with a snicker. He seemed confused over the out-of-pocket nickname you used because he was a pretty man, but Dameron didn't let that kind of thing slide. 

"Pet names? Kinky. I prefer something a bit more on the masc side, though, ya know? I dated a girl once who insisted on calling me daddy, and that was weird at first, but-"

"Shut. The fuck. Up." You bit, emphasizing each syllable as you darted your eyes to his in the rearview again. He stopped for a few minutes, letting you take a second to remember what a beautiful sun scene was on the horizon, the sky beginning to look purple like a bruise. 

"Can I sit up front?" Dameron asked, eyes entirely focused on the mirror now like he could try some Jedi mind trick to convince you. You sucked air through your teeth, playing like you really considered it before you answered,

"Nope." 

"Wanna play a road game?" 

"I want the next seven hours to be peaceful." 

"Fuck, you're boring. Should've taken me dead." 

"That wasn't my directive. Moj wants you alive because you stole his spice." 

"I know that, sweetheart." He said, pretending like he wasn't just asking who sent you not even ten minutes before. "Why'd he send you anyway?" 

"Because I'm good at what I do." 

"Apparently so. I never expected a woman, though. That was smart."

"The fact that I'm a woman doesn't matter. I always get my man, so I always get my money." 

"That's what drives you? Same here. What's your success rate?" 

"One hundred percent, and given that you're in my back seat, yours looks a little shakey." 

"Honey, you have no idea what my success rate looks like," Dameron said, followed by a wink. If he wasn't so goddamn annoying, maybe he would be more attractive. You rolled your eyes and focused on the road, trying to get the thought out of your head until he spoke up again. "You're thinkin' about it, huh?" 

"I'm thinkin' you'd like to get shot in the foot." 

"You'd be a lot less crabby if you got laid. When was the last time you came?" He asked with a shit-eating grin. You'd heard enough. 

You smashed your foot into the break peddle and braced yourself for an abrupt stop, listening to Dameron's head smack into the back of your seat roughly. "When was the last time you did?" You snapped, turning your body to look at his puzzled and pained face from the impact. He scrunched his face and shook his head, checking for disfigurement, and spoke again. 

"Alright, I'll shut up!"

 After about an hour of driving, Dameron started bugging you about needing to use the restroom. You tried to deny him for as long as you could, but you concluded that the temperature was dropping rapidly and you needed to get changed out of this dress. 

The next exit you took brought you to a seedy gas station with outdoor single-bathroom entrances. Grabbing your change of clothes, you pulled Dameron out and walked him to the men's room, opening the door and following him to ensure he didn't try to run. 

"I can understand car sex but gas station bathroom?" 

"When hell freezes over." You say with disgust. "I'm gonna change, you're gonna piss and keep your eyes to yourself." 

"That might be difficult." He said, flexing his arms to bring attention to his hands behind him. You rolled your eyes and made him lean on the wall as you unlocked the cuffs. 

"Turn." You told him, and he followed directions. You cuffed his wrists in front of him this time. "There, easy access."

"Is it necessary?" He wondered, raising an eyebrow. He was taunting you by making his eyes appear softer. You shrug,

"Just in case you try anything. Don't worry about it." 

Silence filled the echoey, grody bathroom as he turned his back to you and went to the urinal. You pulled the black dress over your head and put the black sweatshirt you had draped over the sink, eyes darting to Dameron to ensure he kept his eyes on his own business. 

Once your leggings were on, you peered at the man's back and crossed your arms. "You done yet?" You asked. 

"Nope. 'Hard to pee when someone's listening."

"Well, I'll cover my ears. Do your thing." You said, placing an index finger into each ear canal to muffle the sound. It worked as well as it needed to, and once Dameron was zipped back up and turned around, you took his elbow and led him back out to the car. 

 The weather continued to get colder as the car ride dragged on. Dameron was trying to be quiet and find something to do other than look out at the desert for the next five and a half hours but wasn't having much luck.

That was when you noticed a weather report over the one radio station that always faintly played in our car. You turned it up curiously. 

...The Sierra Nevada is preparing for the heaviest snow of the decade, due to hit the North Western and surrounding areas within the next hour or two. Ensure you stay clear of the roads and find a warm place to hold up until this thing passes... 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You mutter ragefully upon hearing the report. You pull your phone out and start scrolling through your contacts to call Moj.

"Your clunker's not gonna make it back to Reno," Dameron said doubtfully. You shook your head just as your finger hovered over the call button. 

"She has to." You said, putting the phone to your ear. It took two rings for Moj to answer.

"Hey, Y/A, You have my package?" 

"Not much of a package at all, but he's alive. You know about this freak storm?"

"First I'm hearing about it." 

"We'll be right in the middle of the shit, maybe later than anticipated for arrival."

"Then I'll have to dock you—occupational hazard." 

"You had me drive out here today, Moj. I can't control the fucking weather. This is more dangerous than I believed now, so if you want him by noon, I'll need some padding on that payment."

"We'll see once you get here. Better find a shortcut and drive fast, Y/A." He said smugly before the line went dark. You angrily tossed your phone into the seat beside you with a groan. 

 You gassed it as fast as your baby would take you, trying desperately to get miles behind you before even thinking about stopping at an exit. Dameron was still sitting idly, watching your concentration in the rearview mirror. Obviously, you didn't want to be in this car longer than you had to be, and if it took speeding to cover ground before the ice coated the roads, you were willing to do it. 

Dameron had predicted that your car wouldn't like being pushed the way you were pushing it, but you trusted her until she started sputtering and slowing down. 

"No, no, no, no." You repeated frantically, easing up on the gas and trying to undo whatever damage you'd done. The car slowed to a stop. "Nonononono." You repeated. Dameron scooted closer to the middle of the back seat and watched as you turned the key in the ignition. "Come on, girl, don't be like this." You pleaded to the vehicle, beseeching her to turn back on. After several unsuccessful key jiggles, you hit the steering wheel and shouted more profanities into the air. 

"I can take a look for you, ya know. I'm a mechanic."

You gasped exasperatingly, "Great! He's a criminal and a mechanic!" You rested your forehead on the wheel and sighed. You peeked at your phone: no bars.

You know this car like the back of your hand, so once you were calmed down, you got out and inspected under the hood. The cold breeze cut through your clothes like a hot knife, and when you realized you had no fucking clue what was going on with the car, you yanked Dameron out to look on the off-chance he was telling the truth. 

He did what he could with cuffed hands but ultimately decided he couldn't figure it out in the conditions, granted it was dark, and the snow had begun, so you both got back into the car. Once inside, you began digging for your blankets, spare coats, and a flashlight. You basically lived in this car on jobs.

With the flashlight aimed at the ceiling, you grabbed one of the blankets and leaned over the center console to drape it over the cuffed man. The shadows from the harsh yellow light in the near pitch-black car brought out all of Dameron's best features when you were looking at him. 

Though Dameron didn't like being cuffed much, something was comforting and intimate about the gesture of you making sure he stayed warm. You could have tossed the blanket back and let him figure it out, but you tucked him in before taking care of yourself. 

"I don't really need these cuffs right now, ya know? If I wanted to be out there in the snow, I would be." He said, bringing up a good point. You kissed your teeth, weighing the odds for a moment before deciding he was right and unlocking him and sitting back in the driver's seat with your blanket. 

The car was quiet as you stayed in the driver's seat, and he sat in the back. The situation was the most unfortunate thing you could think of: being stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by snow and ice with the man you're meant to deliver as your only company. You start to feel your teeth chatter as the temperature in the car drops further. 

"We need to work together here, sweetheart. Just come back here, and we'll layer the covers and keep as much heat between us as possible." Dameron suggested. You couldn't believe it was a good idea, but the fact that he wasn't cuffed anymore made you anxious enough. 

"Nope." You said through your bone chill and the plume of fog from your hot breath in the cold air. 

He was clearly growing frustrated with your stubborn attitude from the unbelieving chuckle that escaped him before he spoke up again. "That's your favorite word, huh? We won't make it through the night if we don't share. What good are we if we freeze to death?"

You huffed and climbed into the back seat, having had enough of the shivering and the obnoxious sound of Dameron being right. You draped the blanket you had over the top of his, and he lifted one side over your shoulders. The heat radiating off his body drew you closer without a second thought, and you relished it to your chagrin. 

The two of you sat in silence, shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by fleece for several minutes. There was nothing else to do, but you felt loads warmer than before. 

"So, you wanna make conversation now?" Dameron broke the silence. The idea didn't seem half bad, provided the situation and boredom.  

"Might as well. What about?"

"What do you need Moj's money for? Aside from a new car." 

"Shut up about my car, princess!" You exclaim playfully, making him laugh. His laugh was lovely and just as warm as his body. You brushed off the thought and decided to answer the question. "My nephew's sick... 'Been sick for a long time, and his treatments and medicines are only getting more expensive." You start. Dameron's expression grew softer in the yellow beam, 

"Shit, I'm sorry." He said softly. You shrug, not wanting sympathy for doing what anyone would do. After all, you weren't a monster. 

"My sister, his mom, can't pay for it alone. Not since her shitass husband left because it became too much for him. That's where all my money goes." 

"So, you're actually a good guy? What're you doin' in a business like this?" 

"It pays. I've been telling myself I'll get out, but I haven't gotten that big payday yet. Until now." You admit. Typically, you avoided all discussions of reward with your targets. This was a unique situation, though. You have to play a buddy system with your man for the first time. 

"Am I really worth that much?" Dameron asked, putting you on the spot. The last thing you wanted to do was tell him the exact amount, but you nodded. 

"You have no idea." You answered.

Another chill ran through you, causing you to shiver and consequently causing Dameron to scoot closer, introducing more of his body to yours. Whether it be the situation, the freezing cold, or the fact that the man was good-looking, you felt a dull ache as you lusted for warmth. 

"Looks like I gotta stay alive then. Stay warm. So do you. That boy's life depends on it." He broke the silence again, bringing his arm up over your shoulders and snuggling you into him. You wanted to hit him, tell him he was taking it too far, taking advantage of your need to survive, but the heat was too good to pass up.  

"Suddenly, you're Mr. Morals? You don't give a shit about my nephew." You spat, trying to find something to say to allude that you weren't happy with this situation. 

"I do now. We're gonna make it out of this; you're gonna take me to Moj, and whatever happens, happens." He admitted. It was almost unbelievable, but there was a sense of trust in his tone that hadn't been there since you put those cuffs on him.

To avoid understanding this man much more, you stayed quiet. Dameron, being himself, couldn't keep the silence between you. "You know I only took Moj's spice because he was having me deliver to people who deal to kids, right? I sold it and stupidly gambled away that money. I regret many things, but disappearing on that run isn't one of them." 

Amazingly, the furrow in your brow that was permanently stuck there when looking at Dameron disappeared. Moj didn't tell you any of this, and though you could stay distrusting of Dameron, you believed his tone, body language, and eyes. 

You started to wonder if the heat of his breath would be enough to warm your face. There was no doubt in your mind that the same heat coming from the rest of him was replicated by his lips. The dull ache grew more profound, and you couldn't tell whether this was your ardor for survival anymore or not. 

You shook the thoughts free, knowing nothing good would come of them, and broke the seething eye contact to look out the window to your side at the baron road beside you. "Nobody's coming for us, and it likely won't be until daylight when they can clear these roads." You spoke up, stating the obvious to keep your head out of the gutter. 

"Let's do something fun then. 21 questions?" Dameron spoke up behind your head. You laughed,

"Is this a ploy to get me to answer your question from earlier?" 

"Just a way to pass the time." He replied with a shrug and grin. He would ask again the second he had the chance, and you knew it. 

"8 months ago." You admit, keeping a stone expression. 

Dameron looked confused momentarily, but the lightbulb turned on immediately, and his eyes widened. "Bullshit!" He said, nearly shouting in disbelief.

It was strange to speak aloud, and you barely believed it yourself, but with the workload you've had over the last year, you were positive the last time you orgasmed was that long ago, if not more. "Haven't had action, no time to rub one out, just coasting." You added. 

"No wonder you're so mean! You're all backed up!" He teased. You rolled your eyes, 

"I'm mean because it works." 

"Doesn't seem to be working on me."

The statement nearly nailed you. Dameron was impossible, and somehow his stupidly handsome face, laugh, and smile were all charming you in the stupid back seat of this stupid car. On top of that, it was clear that he wanted you and continued pulling you into him.

It was enough to make you tense your legs together. Every sense of self-control was slowly withering away, but you held on. You told yourself again it was a bad idea and brushed it away in silence. 

"What's your favorite song?" Dameron asked, once again splitting the silence. In your own head, you didn't quite catch the question right away. 

"What?" You questioned, hoping he would elaborate.  

"I don't like quiet, and I wanna get to know you more if we're gonna be stuck here together for a while." He said, not repeating the question. What he had asked caught back up with you like computer lag, and you wanted to laugh at the fact that he would ask something so tame when he could put you on the spot. Hell, you wanted to laugh at the fact that you wanted him to put you on the spot. 

It occurred to you that this whole situation was the dumbest thing you've ever been a part of, and no matter how cold your fingertips felt, you wanted to know what his lips felt like long before you got in this car back in Vegas. You knew you were delaying the inevitable, and the idea of this man making you sweat in this freezing car made you weak in every aspect.

And here he was, still looking at you with big brown eyes, waiting for you to tell him your favorite fucking song? 

"Fucking hell." You groaned, astonished at how you couldn't keep your hands to yourself as you took his face into them, pulling it to yours and kissing him. Dameron was shocked at the sudden change of pace but kissed back gladly. Unsurprisingly, the man was a stellar kisser until he broke it off and backed his lips away from yours, needing to say something.

"What happened to 'when hell freezes over'?" He asked, flashing a smile as triumphant as his tone. 

"Have you looked outside lately?" You gestured to the window with a nod of your head. 

"You know, I make a lot of jokes. If you don't want to do this, I'll shut up about it, sweetheart." He suggested. A consent king, even when referring to you by the nickname you've loathed this entire trip. You brought a hand to the collar of his shirt and gripped it,

"How about shut up, or I'll change my mind?" 

Dameron's eyes darkened in the light of the single flashlight sitting on the dashboard before kissing you again, this time with the ferocity of a man who had been thinking about this all day, palm planted firming on the small of your back. 

The cold air in the car grew warm as fire bloomed between you, and before you knew it, he had scooped you into his lap. His hands moved from your back to your buttocks, lightly kneading them and pushing you into him more. Your thoughts raced about how insane this was, and you remembered that you had never told him your real name, as crucial as that is in a situation where you're straddling someone. 

"My name's Y/N, by the way." You managed to breathe out between heavy pants. You felt Dameron's smile turn up under your hands on his face. 

"Y/N?" He asked, sounding intoxicated and trailing wet, slow smooches down your jaw. "That's a good name. I like that." He whispered, followed by more kisses down your neck, each word vibrating through you powerfully and shooting straight between your leg. "Y/N..." He repeated your name slower this time, feeling each syllable with his mouth and seemingly loving how it rolled off his tongue. 

It had to have been the hottest thing you'd ever heard, circumstances be damned. 

You relaxed your hips into him more, fitting flush to him and grinding as close as possible as your lips met again. He was obviously erect and painfully so. The kissing, grinding, and ass-grabbing stopped suddenly as he brought one hand between you and slipped it under your waistband, into the depths of your underwear, and introduced a finger between your folds.

"Oh, you feel like you've been soaked since we left Vegas, baby." He whispered like it was a secret to keep between the two of you, and his brown eyes trained on yours to gather your expression. Your face flushed more, knowing that was true with all the talk. 

Dameron snuck a finger straight into your pussy, and you let out an airy gasp, surprised by the sensation of it and his wrist moving against your clit as he plunged the digit in and out. The breath was visible like smoke if the sound wasn't enough to prove it.

There was something unexplainably filthy yet enticing about being a sopping wet mess on top of him. You rode his hand needily, eyes forcing themselves closed all the while he stayed on what he could see of your face. Even with the single beam from the flashlight, you were still foxy to him, each breathy moan and the tightening around his now two fingers unmistakable.

"You gonna come all over my hand, baby?" He whispered again with a rasp that coaxed the orgasm out of you like a spell. The friction of your clit against his wrist and the fingers pressing inside you became too much, and your climax tore through you blindingly. 

"Fuck!" You howled as your skin felt hotter than it had since you'd been stuck here, and you bucked your hips as the high receded. 

Once he felt you'd had enough fun with his hand, he pulled it out, and you heard the sound of his zipper and the clink of his belt buckle follow before his hard-on sprang free and rested against you. 

In a fleeting moment, as your arousal built back up, you gripped his length and tended to it with your hand. Dameron's head dipped back, and you couldn't tell if it had more to do with being touched or teased. 

"Not much to say now, Dameron?" You spoke, referring to his insistence on never shutting up when you ask. He picked his head back up,

"Bold of you to say after forgetting proper words while you pitifully rode my hand a minute ago." He growled. You gave his cock one last stroke before you removed your hand and bent into the front seat. "Not that I'm complaining," Dameron added, seeming slightly panicked over the action. 

After digging in your glovebox, you pull out a lone condom you kept there for emergencies and hand it back to him. 

"No way in hell I'm fucking you without protection." You say with a small laugh. Dameron didn't seem offended and unwrapped the rubber without a second thought. 

"You? Fucking me? We'll see." He responded, seeming to issue a challenge. The way you saw it, you had the upper hand as you sat patiently, and once the condom was on, he pulled you right back into his lap. His length eased into you slowly and painfully, deeper still until you were full.

Dameron's eyes watched your face with complete fascination, loving your expression and sounds as you adjusted to him. "That's it, y/n, take the whole thing. God, you feel so nice." He hummed smoothly. You sat momentarily, considering the vengeful sting you felt in your torso before slowly rolling your hips, finding your spot, and getting him exactly where you wanted him. 

As you rocked your hips, he lifted his own in sync with yours and guided you with firm hands on your buttocks, thighs, waist, anything he could get a hold of on your exquisite body. You watched from half-open eyes as the cocky bastard smiled with each moan or whine you made, a complete 180 from your previous attitude toward him. 

While your words reigned true, and you were indeed fucking him, he was not shy about giving it right back, busting his hips up and forward with each motion you made just to etch deeper and deeper into your tight walls. You could have sworn you felt everything as he drove his cock into you. 

The burning sensation in your belly built as you roughly ground into each other, every bit of tension melting away with each throaty grunt. Your fingers were tangled in Dameron's tousled hair, and you tugged ever so slightly each time you would bring your hips up, and he would relentlessly thrust back into you. 

Each muscle in your thighs and belly tensed as you threw your head forward and buried it in his neck, finally losing your composure as you came undone. 

"Yes, baby, f-fuck!" He groaned as he felt you clench and throb around him. You didn't have the strength to keep going, so he held you close to his chest while he finished with a few more kicks of his hips. You continued to lay your head on his shoulder, wholly slack-jawed and empty-brained for a moment. 

"That's a good way to warm up," Dameron said between heavy breaths. Raunchy car sex aside, you were much warmer than before, almost sweating. You pointed out the fog on the windows surrounding you, and he chuckled as he shifted to where you were both resting in the seat.

 Several hours of darkness came and went as you chatted up a storm, and Dameron gagged about being correct: you were suddenly a lot nicer having been laid. 

As the morning began to peek through the sky, you both got as bundled up as you could muster and went back under the car's hood to see what was happening. Dameron seemed to figure it out right away and waved for you to try and start her up, and she did. 

"Hell yes, old girl!" You shouted in celebration. Dameron approached the passenger side and got it, meeting your victorious cheering with high fives before realizing he was in the front seat. 

"Whoops, I got excited." He explained, reaching for the handle to get out again. You stuck your hand out and grabbed his wrist,

"The heater feels better up here, anyway." You said. With that, he settled into the front seat, and you took off carefully down the icy road, confident you'll make it to Reno on time.

About an hour from your destination, you hit an exit and pull into a gas station, nearly empty in the gas tank and empty in your stomach. You also found it hard to go any further with all the questions in your mind now, and once you were in park next to a pump, you rested your head on the wheel. 

"You alright?" Dameron asked, placing a caring hand on your shoulder. You weren't sure if you were alright. You crossed a boundary, and now you weren't sure if you could go through with what you were hired to do. 

"I don't know. I have no idea what I'm doing, Dameron." You groaned, throwing your head back up. "I don't think I can do this now, as pathetic as that probably sounds." 

"It doesn't sound pathetic at all, baby. You need that money. I want you to get that money, help your sister and her boy, get a new car, and get back on the road to where ever you came from and as far away from Moj as possible. You get that?"

You stared at him with glossy eyes, holding on to every inch of your toughness and still feeling it melt away at cotton candy in water. Not necessarily because you suddenly cared about Dameron, but because he did what he thought he had to do. He didn't deserve punishment, even if you needed the money. 

"I can't, goddamnit! I'm not a monster."

"I know you're not, y/n. That's why you gotta do this. Don't go back on the mission." 

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and nodded before getting out to buy snacks and water and put money on the pump. You kicked yourself for not asking what Dameron wanted, so you grabbed various chips, candies, and jerkies to provide options and a small box of condoms to replace your emergency one. 

As you walked back out to the car with your plastic sack of snacks, you noticed the passenger seat was empty the closer you got. Panic struck you immediately as you thought of your stupidity for not putting the cuffs back on. 

For letting him sit up front with you. 

For fucking him. 

For letting him make you think he gave a damn about you. 

You circled the SUV, thinking maybe Dameron was in the back seat, but he wasn't. You whipped your eyes around the parking lot, down the road, and anywhere you might see him walking. Nothing. 

"Crafty son of a bitch." You mumbled to yourself, feeling like you might cry. 

"What was that?" A voice said from behind you. You pivoted around and were met nearly nose-to-nose with Dameron. Something came over you, and you sprang forward, hugging him tightly. "Woah, I just went to the restroom. Miss me?"

Relief flooded your body from head to toe, and you realized it definitely looked like you missed him. "Shut up. I thought you ran off." You snapped, breaking the embrace. 

"For someone who doesn't want to turn me in, you seemed pretty busted up about losing me." He teased as you went around the car to pump the gas. He realized you weren't amused and got back in the car.

 Dameron started going through the bag of snacks once you were back on the road, seeming unsure of where to start when he came across the box of condoms. 

"Tryna tell me something?" He asked, holding the box up. You peered over from the corner of your eye, trying to not veer from the slick road when you answered,

"To replace my emergency rubber. Those go in the glove box." You inform. Dameron popped the glove box in front of him open and sat them inside but spoke up before closing it.

"You know, there's six in here. I'm sure you won't miss one of 'em, right?" 

His suggestion piqued your interest enough to make you sit upright in your seat, but you looked at the digital clock on your radio and noticed you had two hours before you had to be at Moj's. "We're running out of time, Dameron."

"Reno's maybe an hour out. We're making great time!" He said, defending his point. You wanted to but returned to your silent mode to avoid more trouble. He noticed this and spoke again, "No, you're right. 'Last thing we need is for you to like me any more than you already do. Orgasms will do that to someone." 

You started to feel the familiar ache once more, telling yourself you can't do it again. It'll only make things harder once you get there.

"Shut up and eat your jerky, princess." You demand as you adjust your grip on the steering wheel. You were suddenly so flustered it was uncomfortable. Dameron's eyes are all over your face,

"You're thinking about it. I'm starting to grow on you, y/n. I know it."

He was right, as much as you didn't want to admit it. "Like a fuckin' wart." You say, trying to keep it together, but he notices the blush rise on your cheeks, seeing right through you. 

"Pull over."

 It wasn't a quickie, but it was worth making up for the lost time and extra ground you had to cover by speeding, somehow making it to Moj's 20 minutes early. 

"You know, I'm giving you the option to not go in there with me. I'll just tell Moj I lost you." You said, taking off your seatbelt. Dameron shook his head,

"You get that money, baby. Don't worry about me. I'll figure it out." 

You led him inside and past the guards who stood on either side of the front entrance, flashing nothing but the resting face they recognized you for. Moj was sitting at a table, waiting for you. 

"Y/n! You always, always come through." He exclaimed upon seeing you and Dameron. He waved for one of his cronies to send you your money, and you ensured you got it by checking your phone, eyes widening at the figure. Moj tacked an extra twenty grand over what he already owned you. "For the weather trouble, that was my mistake. You did right by me, so I'll do right by you."

Dameron quickly glimpsed your face, not knowing the figure but knowing it was more than he probably imagined. You nodded to Moj, 

"I'll be going then. I'm out now, so I'm going back home." You Informed. Moj mouthed to the goon who sent you the money to take Dameron to the cellar before he responded to you. 

"Well, if you ever need another job, you know who to call. Fantastic work, as always." 

The goon took Dameron by his arm and started pulling him out of the room as you walked out of the building, feeling a slight ache in your chest. 

Two minutes later and a mere block away, you turned around, muttering profanities to yourself for being too soft. 

You only had to go through the back entrance and past the one crony with Dameron's arm, pistol-whipping the back of the beefcake's head before you grabbed the same arm and yanked Dameron out the door. 

"Are you nuts?" He asked as soon as you got back to the vehicle. You frantically started her up, 

"Yes, but I'm no monster." You told him, hauling ass out of the parking area and back onto the road. Dameron watched with the same fascination he had when you were in his lap for a moment before speaking up,

"Okay, so what's the plan?" 

"I'm going back to Phoenix and dropping some money off with my sister, then getting as far away from the West as fucking possible. I'll drop you off wherever you wanna go after that." You explained, eyeing the road behind you to ensure you weren't followed too closely. You didn't expect an answer for Dameron about where he wanted to go, but he gave you one:

"I've never had anyone stick their neck out for me like that. You're stuck with me now, sweetheart."

#star wars #star wars sequels #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars fic #star wars fanfiction #the last jedi #the force awakens #rise of the skywalker #smut #minors dni #18+ #fan fiction #fan fic #poe dameron #poe dameron fic #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fanfiction

[blackswaneuroparedux]

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

- Samuel Beckett, Collected Poems in English and French

I went to a restaurant once that said it served "breakfast at any time" so I ordered French toast during the Renaissance. My waiter got the joke.

What isn’t a joke is the traditional English breakfast as a national institution. Most of us love a full English breakfast; you can even travel abroad, to the Mediterranean resorts in Spain for example, and find this quintessentially British dish on sale in cafes and restaurants.

Sometimes also called a ‘fry-up’, the full English breakfast consists of fried eggs, sausages, back bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread and often a slice of white or black pudding (similar to bloodwurst). It is accompanied by tea or coffee and hot, buttered toast. These days, breakfast may also include other items such as baked beans and hash browns.

There are many regional versions of this staple. For example, the Ulster Fry includes Irish soda bread; the Scottish breakfast boasts a tattie scone (potato scone) and even maybe a slice of haggis; the Welsh breakfast features laverbread (barra lawr, made from seaweed); and the Cornish breakfast often comes with Cornish hogs pudding (a kind of sausage).

The tradition of breakfast dates back to the Middle Ages. At this time, there were usually only two meals a day; breakfast and dinner. Breakfast was served mid or late morning, and usually consisted of just ale and bread, with perhaps some cheese, cold meat or dripping.

A lavish breakfast was often served by the nobility or gentry at social or ceremonial occasions such as weddings. A wedding mass had to take place before noon, so all weddings took place in the mornings. The first meal the new bride and groom ate together would therefore be breakfast and became known as the ‘wedding breakfast’.

By Georgian and Victorian times, breakfast had become an important part of a shooting party, weekend house party or hunt and was served a little earlier. The gentry loved to entertain lavishly and that included breakfast.

Breakfasts were unhurried, leisurely affairs with plenty of silver and glassware on show to impress the host’s guests. The breakfast table would groan under the weight of the produce from the host’s estate. Newspapers were available for the family and guests to catch up on the day’s news. Indeed, it is still socially acceptable today to read newspapers at the breakfast table (a definite ‘no-no’ at any other meal).

As well as eggs and bacon, which was first cured in the early 18th century, the breakfast feast might also include offal such as kidneys, cold meats such as tongue and fish dishes such as kippers and kedgeree, a lightly spiced dish from colonial India of rice, smoked fish and boiled eggs.

The Victorian era saw a wealthy middle class begin to emerge in British society who wished to copy the customs of the gentry, including the tradition of the full English breakfast. As the middle classes went out to work, breakfast began to be served earlier, typically before 9am.

Surprisingly, the full English breakfast was also enjoyed by many of the working classes. The punishing physical labour and long hours of work in the factories of the Industrial Revolution meant a hearty meal first thing in the morning was necessary. Even as late as the 1950s, almost half the adult population began their day with a good old English fry-up.

#beckett #samuel beckett #poem #poetry #english breakfast #eggs #bacon #beans #sausage #toast #heart attack #breakfast of champions #culture #society

[witchofthesouls]

I loved the "TFP kids are eldritch/magical/supernatural beings, or descendants of" drabbles. Soo, Raf= dragon, Miko=siren and Jack=??, idk, Fae?? At least, that was what I got from reading the parts about "June"

Also, those drabbles about the kids getting their asses turned into sparklings and being as feral as they are adorable, but still obviously other, is something I didn't knew I needed

I think the team (idk if you would include Smokescreen, Wheeljack and Magnus) would notice that their kids are other sooner or later. Not that it would make them love the kids any less (I think that it would make the need of protecting the kids more intense, cause Megatron)

Also, Fowler? He knows, and is simply playing the dumb part. He is an agent, he has seen a lot, he simply knows what to look for. He also has a feeling that if he lets anything happen to those kids, he will answer to "June" (not only cause of Jack, but also because of Miko and Raf; you can't tell me she hasn't claimed them as her own)

Please, keep writing, I love your content :) :)

Ohhh, Thank you!

Miko is definitely has ancestors from the Deep Waters. I’m keeping it ambiguous since I’m still sorting out what kind. Certainly ningyo (Japanese mermaid), maybe an amabie, which have mystical abilities on prophecy and dispelling disease.

The Esquivel family are descendants of dragons. To what extent is uncertain, but all of them have some sort of pull towards things: a deep hunger for knowledge, a drive to collect, and enjoyment of ridiculous hot temperatures, both climate and food. (No fear of fire or heat, this family.) Raf’s talents with technology aren’t really out of place amongst his family. They simply accept that Raf has a Thing for it, like mama’s horde of cast iron and terra cotta cookware and extensive memorization of recipes and Maria’s (the eldest sister) love and wanderlust for lost cultures.

Tbh, the Darbys really switch depending on my mood and muse, especially if June even remembers what she is. They're definitely Other, but what kind? Who's the say? I mainly pulled from fae folklore and mythos, but then got sidetracked on witchcraft, the supernatural, and a divinity streak.

Jack has something for birds, and birds love him. Dark wings, glossy feathers, and secrets along with Sight. Even with a forgetful heart and drained memories, he still remembered to feed crows and ravens. The ones that always, will always find him. Jack often asks Agent Fowler for French fries and sunflower seeds. If the Autobots aren’t careful, Jack will sneak out of the base to watch the sky and pet the local animals.

Questions, questions. So many questions thing one has. He usually lingers around the computer or medbay on the walls or ceilings. Usually, Optimus and Ratchet find out where he is since he pipes up with a question about what’s in their hand or what are they doing or what does that mean.

If any of them want to keep him nearby, then tell Jack a story. Any story. He enjoys them, especially mythos or things about their lives. Or keep art supplies out and about. 

Oh yeah, you're on the money about June. She definitely claimed the other kids via domain, allegiance, or the simple affection that those two keep Jack company. (If June had been caught in the blast range along with the kids, the Autobots would have had a very dedicated guardian for the trio of sparklings, for good and bad.)

Agent Fowler knows there’s something, especially it’s far more noticeable with Jack. As a human, the teen was quiet, but as a Cybertronian, the kid could fall absolutely silent: no vents, no boom-ing or thud of his steps, no whir of his joints. Jack simply likes to appear and disappear, so it’s best to keep the kid in line-of-sight because he can suppress himself to their sensors as well.

June has similar abilities herself. The way she can only be found if she wants to be found.

These kids would be well protected and they will keep them at the base. Small, vulnerable, and easily transportable. Between the Decepticons and humans… they would honestly would rather have them under Decepticon watch and pray to whatever deity that's watching them that Starscream's Seekerkin-coding is active.

Jack's abilities to completely suppress his own presence is simultaneously worrisome and relaxing. On one hand, he can go outside without an adult covering his signature. On the other hand, he can go outside without anyone knowing.

Example: The base cougar.

MECH has no qualms about strapping down and experimenting on living Cybertronians to dissect their biology… they have nightmares what would be done to the kids if they get caught. 

Ultra Magnus would be the hardest to convince that Raf is a sapient being. This hardass would treat the baby Predacon as a misbehaving puppy. 

Even working with bestial forms and Blaster's cassettes, he doubts that Predacons had higher intelligent thinking. Clever creatures. Fantastic hunters. But truly sapient? That's a question that was highly debated by venerated academics and geared towards no.

Jack and Miko hate him for that. They can pick up the difference on how he treats them versus Raf.

Of course, Predaking changed everyone's stance.

Jack is very smug about it. Smuggiest little bird, especially with that pleased-as-punch field and particular flick by his wings.

Wheeljack adores Miko. Loves how bitty, bitey, and aggressive she is. Likes how sharp she is and how you really have to get some force to claw her off your plating. She likes leaving marks on armature. If anyone wants to find Miko, then she’s climbing and chewing on Wheeljack, Bulkhead, or Optimus, found in the main lounge around the kiddie pool and the TV, or napping in the nest of pillows and blankets.

Yep, definitely had a hand in building a sturdier playpen for Raf. The old one worked well until Miko and Jack helped him dig his way out of it.

He thought it was ridiculous how locked up everything was. Wheeljack understood that with little ones running around that shouldn't be weapons, wires, and ammunition on the floor. But really the scrap metal? The diagnostic equipment? The cleaning supplies? Paranoid copters and jazzed-up creators all of them.

And then he saw Raf cutely toddle his four, little legs to make a mean attempt to inhale the wrench out of his reach...

Wheeljack gets it now.

Even helps develop a contained fire alarm because of Miko and Jack's budding arson tendencies to give Raf things to flame on.

The kids practically adore Smokescreen. He lets them run amuck on the floor, walls, and ceilings. Not afraid to really get into their play and would build their settings for background. Everyone finds rock blocks and wood pieces in the weirdest places.

Smokescreen is that babysitter that shouldn’t be a babysitter or in charge of mini-anything. Raf would absolutely go ham on all the rocks and garbage-dump scrap metal left to the side, Smokescreen’s shins would be dented as hell from the swordplay, and they all find out the dangers of gas fire and water. 

Smokescreen is absolutely dramatic in death scenes. Taking his time to expire while rolling around. He makes sure to lie on his back because once the kids stuffed slime at the base of his door wings to resurrect him. And they got it deep into the seams and systems, right down to the protoform even.

#ask #azula nyx #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #jack darby #miko nakadai #raf esquivel #june darby #agent fowler #ultra magnus #wheeljack #smokescreen #humans into cybertronians #humanformers #maccadam #my thoughts #my writing #Soul speaking #tf headcanons #magic #fae #creature

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

Wainwright Jakobs headed canons dump (mostly NOT ship edition, wow a rare thing i know). have said some of these before but a lot of new people have followed me recently/became my mutuals so i wanna bring them up to speed .D

he's a trans man. first he came out to his mom, she was the one to give him his new name (his father accepted it since he wanted a son/male heir anyways). he's been on t for decades by the time of bl3, also he's post top surgery but no bottom surgery. diversity win

his half-blindness is a congenital anomaly of the optic nerve. replacing it with a standard prosthesis just wouldn't work, but even if it did, he doesn't want to (he's used to it at this point, and considers it a part of himself, even if he feels bad about it). also for the same reason the blind eye has unilateral ptosis (droopy eyelids), though it's not very noticeable

really good singing voice to match his honeyed accent. however he did NOT know how to dance until alistair came in and started teaching him

his shotgun's named The Cure since he considered it the "cure" to his disability, although it's more of a disability aid than anything

old enough to need reading glasses. he insists on wearing a pair of them despite his eyesight situation. leave the monocle wearing to his husband

speaking of which, reads a TON. he's formed complex opinions on books most of the galaxy will never even hear of. he prefers reading fiction, but has never read or watched a single horror and probably never will

his love of puzzles runs far beyond the usual things you find in the manor. he fills out sudoku books like a madman and has a rubiks cube in his office. give him a newspaper and he'll fill the crossword out first before reading anything else

his hair is just Like That. weird curls is a jakobs genetic trait unfortunately

fluent in (cajun) french & japanese

tism. he's somewhat sensitive to light and craves pressure. also he's cold most of the time. you bet he owns so many weighted blankets and sleeps with at least 4 of them at the same time. also also he's a "could eat fried chicken for every meal of the day" autistic.

can cook surprisingly well, but especially enjoys baking

knows how to sew. he didn't sew up his coat in canon because said coat is an heirloom from his dad (read: he picked it up off monty's drained husk) and has sentimental value. alistair did eventually convince him to patch it up under the argument that if he patches it up, it'll not get torn up any further

enjoys gardening. took it up at first in an attempt to clean up the very very unkempt and disorderly estate gardens, but he found out he actually liked it. of course, he can't keep the entire garden clean, but he's got his patches of swamp roses and insectivorous plants he takes regular care of

goes to bed early, still wakes up late. thank fuck alistair is usually there to wake him up a bit earlier

likes his coffee pitch black, but his tea cold and sweet

extremely pretentious about alcohol

smokes, but nowhere nearly as much as his husband

his dynamic with clay is best described as brotherly frenemies. they annoy eachother to no end but also trust eachother with things (not all of them). if wainwright could hit him with an empty cardboard tube he would

has NO gaydar and is extremely confused at the concept of one u-u

#my post #borderlands #headcanons #text post #wainwright jakobs #bl3 #alcohol mention

[at-thestillpoint]

💥 🎁 🏷 for the ask meme!

[ask me things!]

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

We could debate whether or not we even accept Gilmore Girls: A Year In the Life as canon, but the answer to this is all of A Year In the Life except Emily Gilmore's story. I think there's something gross, arrogant, and deeply disrespectful to your fans about writing your successors into some very deep holes, and then blatantly ignoring (not even watching season seven, AS-P?) the way those writers tried to climb out and tie everything up (decently well! my hottest take is that Season 7 isn't that bad!), at the expense of all character growth, in service of telling what I can imagine is the exact same story you wanted to tell ten years ago, when characters had ten fewer years of life experience. Make it make sense! I can't bring myself to believe that Luke and Lorelai never in TEN YEARS talked about having more kids, that Rory would be unprepared for an interview even if it was with Sandee Says, or that Lane didn't go to California with the twins to live happily ever after with Dave Rygalski.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Here's a long one from the Hangman POV of fill this ghost town up with life, which is not the WIP I meant to be writing, but is the one that is being written. I want to share the entire thing! We are so close! (Probably!)

Jake doesn’t care to admit, even to himself, and certainly not to her, how much he misses Natasha during the thirteen weeks he’s at Top Gun. It’s not just the sex—though he certainly wouldn’t say no at this moment. Even factoring in the deployment from hell that they’ve recently returned from, thirteen weeks is the longest they’ve gone without sex since they started regularly having it with each other two years ago.  It’s also not that everyone else in this class is so uncreative with their flying that he’s bored in zero-point-six seconds flat the first time he gets in the air, and stays so bored through all the rest of training that he kind of wishes Rooster were here just for a bit of pizzazz to his day, if not his training.  It’s that there’s no one around to roll their eyes with him when Ithaca once again forgets there’s still coffee in his to-go mug. No one to knock back another pull of tequila when Harvard reminds everyone he went to Yale. No one to go an extra mile and a half out of their way with him for the superior French fries after a night of drinking.  Thirteen weeks away from her, and the Natasha-shaped hole in his life grows more obvious with each passing day. He shouldn’t be surprised at this discovery, but it still shocks him to be confronted with just how much he misses her.

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

I usually just hang out in my preferred relationship tags, and choose fics to read by title and summary. But since we've all started being more enigmatic with titles and summaries, I do use tags as a secondary gauge for what the story is about, but I'm not typically searching for "enemies to lovers" or "angst."

#come talk to me! #dispatches from my google docs #hot take harriet over here

[homo-rashi]

#omoSummer2023 Day 1: At the pool (My Hero Academia)

The summer heat in Japan is truly not something one should mess with. The high humidity mixed with the over 37 celsius temperatures can give someone heatstroke easily. That is why staying hydrated is so important…As Ida has reminded Katsuki every twenty minutes for the past three hours. 

Class 1-A decided to skip out on the fancy indoor pool the UA has to offer, wanting to have a day off from training and actually enjoy themselves considering it's summer vacation. They opted to go to the neighborhood pool in Tsu’s part of town. Each of them had to pay a 500 yen fee to get in the door and rent a locker. Katsuki was against the whole idea at first, but Shittyhair and Pikachu managed to convince him under the pretense they would race and he had to show them he could kick their asses at anything, even without using his quirk.

So here he was, at the pool. Although not much racing has been had because after getting here, the girls commandeered the pool, wanting to float on little rafts, kicking the boys out of the pool because their splashing and overall rough housing makes the water too choppy for them to relax. Kirishima has the idea to get everyone slushy from the concession stand. 

Katsuki happily accepted a cola flavored one and downed it in no time. The umbrella he is sharing with Ida is nice, but he is still sweating buckets. A pon watching him down the sugary beverage, Ida offered him a bottle of water from the cooler he brought with, saying something about how he is incharge of his class even outside of school and he can't have anyone getting dehydrated. Katsuki accepted and when he finished that bottle, another was handed to him. Before he even realized it he had dowed nearly four whole water bottles, and another was being pushed on him. 

Katsuki could feel a small need building. He has already needed to go before getting to the pool.He figured he would just go when he changed, but him and Kirishima shared a locker and he was eagerly pushing him to change and get out to the pool to race, so he ignored it….Honestly he figured he would just piss in the pool while racing. It's not like he is foreign to the concept. He always pees in the pool at UA, figures they can afford the extra chlorine. 

“I bought french fries and Nachos! Does anyone want some?” Sero walked over from the food stand over where the slushies were, carrying a large plate of nachos topped with bacon and jalapenos, Katsuki’s mouth was already salivating at the delicious spicy morales. He nods to Sero and the boy takes a seat on his lounger. Katsuki wastes no time digging in, taking huge bites of tortilla chips and cheese. 

After a few bites, Katsuki finds himself reaching for his water bottle once again. The jalapenos they use at this place are extra hot and his tongue is tingling. Sero is also guzzling some sort of colorful beverage he bought at the stand. Katsuki groans as he finishes his fifth water bottle, feeling absolutely filled to the brim with Nachos and water, but mostly water. He looks over behind himself at the bathroom and decides he is desperate enough to warrant slipping on his flip flop and taking a piss. 

He walks back over to the locker room, in search of the toilets. When he changed earlier he only saw the changing rooms and the lockers so he doesn't exactly know where to go. He rounds a corner, tucked back behind the family locker room to see the bathroom doors. Seeing the little blue sign with a man on it always makes him have to go more. He hurries over, cringing at the water he steps in as he walks, clearly people don't dry off before walking around. 

Katsuki goes to grab the handle, eager now to expel all the liquid inside him when it doesn't budge. He tries it a few more times before getting angry and stepping back, that's when he sees it. A coin slot located right below the handle with a worn out sign saying ‘entering is 100 yen’

Katsuki groans. He really needs to go now. He looks around before giving himself a quick squeeze, his light orange speedo not giving much of a barrier. It feels good and gives him enough mental relief from his predicament to form a plan. He needs to get his wallet from his locker. Deciding that he begrudgingly walks away from the toilet and heads to the locker room. 

He finds his locker rather quickly and precisely runs up to it, nobody is there to witness his restlessness, thank god. He goes to yank it open when he realizes he doesn't have the key. Him and Kirishima shared a locker because with the entry fee and towel rental fee, they both were running low on cash, Katski particulate was since he used his summer allowance a week prior on new gym shoes and gym shorts. He curses himself now for spending so recklessly. He gives himself another subtle squeeze, this time, it's harder to let go because he has to go so much more than before. Just knowing he can't get immediate relief has made him go from a five to a seven rather quickly. 

He exits the locker room, beelining over the towels, eye scanning their group for the red haired friend but not having any luck. 

“Oi, glasses, where is Kirishima?” Katsuki turns to Ida who is handing a water bottle to Koda. 

“While you were gone, Sero got another thing of Nachos, but he spilled the hot cheese on his lap and it gave him a burn so Kirishima took him to the nurses station.” Ida says firmly, Katsuki sighs, He looks around and doesn't even see the nurses station, Not really wanting to look for it, his eyes turn to the pool, The girls are all floating on one end of the pool, away from the stairs…If he just waded in the shallow end and didn't make a commotion he could easily piss and cool off. He makes up his mind and starts to head to the water. 

“Bakugo, Wait.” His shoulder is grabbed and it takes everything in him not to cross his legs as he turns around, Ida is giving him a stern look. 

“What?!” Katsuki hisses, he just wants to piss, god damnit. 

“You just ate. You have to wait thirty-minutes before swimming.” Ida says with no waver in his tone. 

“Your kidding? Thats-Thats just a myth!” Katsuki laughs at him, but Ida doesn't let go of his shoulder. 

“Stomach cramps and drowning are no joke, come sit, I'll keep you company. Don't worry the pool will still be there once you have had time to digest.” Katsuki follows him back to the lounge, taking a seat atop his towel again. He wanted to scream at Ida and tell him he has to pee so bad he feels like he is going to explode, but even he is against being that open about peeing outside of a toilet. 

Katsuki sits and settles on tapping his foot, looking around hoping Kirishima will show up before things get worse. He feels a constant throbbing pain in his bladder already, so he doesn't really know what could be worse but he doesn't want to find out. 

“Here.” Ida taps his shoulder, Katski grunts and looks in his direction, not really wanting to talk to him, considering how annoying he is being. He looks down at Ida’s hand offering him another bottle of water. “You haven't had enough to drink, you look uncomfortable, you might be dehydrated.” Katsuki rolls his eyes. He isn't dehydrated in the slightest, if anything, He needs to be less hydrated. He grabs the bottle with his hand and his body decides right then, it needs to get rid of some of its hydration because a small squirt of pee leaves Katsuki’s body. He drops the bottle in his lap and quickly presses his legs together. 

“Oops, sorry it's really cold, I had Todoroki come and freeze the cooler again while you were gone.” Katsuki gives Ida no response and just hopes he leaves him alone. Soon enough he turns his attention to offering all of the girls waters as well, and Katsuki takes this time to inspect the damage. 

There is a wet spot on the bulge of his speedo. The thing shows wetness a lot and is so thin, it holds nothing. That small leak is so visible and his body is screaming at him to let it happen again. He can't. He has twenty more minutes until he can get into the pool. He shimmies his towel out from under himself and places it over his legs, sliding a hand under and grabbing his cock for dear life, he just hopes this will be enough to get him through. 

Ten minutes later and it's not enough. The palms of his hands are slipping as he tries to get a good grip thought his now soaked speedo. He leaked badly a few seconds ago. Ida came back and made him take a sip of the water, since it was obviously left unopened. When he removed his hands and the cold water made contact with his lips, he was done for. He only managed to cut off the stream when he closed the water and shoved his hands back under himself, Luckily it stopped, but not without pain. 

“Hgggnnng” Katsuki groaned under his breath. The heat of all the piss trapped just at the tip of his cock is screaming at him. His body feels tingly from the sensation of letting go he just experienced. The lounge he is sitting in is one of those ones with fabric slats all across it, the kind that sinks down when you sit in it. He can see the ground below him is dry. He never did get a chance to get in the pool yet so any liquid under his chair would be obvious, thankfully, his towel caught most of the damage. 

“Are you okay?” Katsuki looks up at the voice seemingly pointed at him, Its icy hot, standing with a bottle of suncream in his hands. 

“I-” Katsuki doesn't know what to say. He gets his with another sudden wave of desperation and squeezes his hands tighter into his lap. “No.” He grunts out, feeling like he might lose it any second. 

“You know…they have restrooms here.” Todorki says in his monotone voice. The tone usually doesn't bother Katsuki, rather he finds it calming but right now, the fact that he can be so calm while Katsuki feels another leak threaten to spill out of him makes him mad. 

“Costs money.” He manages the words, they come out like a whisper. 

“It's only 100 yen…It looks like it would be worth the investment.” Katsku can't believe his ears, was that Icyhots attempt at a joke? He shakes his head, he can't make fun of him now, he is too focused on not pissing in his pool chair.

“No-ahnnnnnggg wallet.” At this point, the pain from just squeezing himself so hard to keep in what his overworked bladder muscles are failing to do is causing half of the pain. 

“Oh, I have 100 yen here.” Katsuki feels the cold coin drop into his lap, but he can't take it. He can't move his hands. “Well? Are you gonna go or just sit there and wet your pants?” Katsku looks up, feeling like he could cry but forcing himself not to. 

“Can't get up, I'll piss if I move.” Katsuki manages a full sentence, a sentence that gets a jolt of something to spread across Totodorki’s face.

“Well, shit.” Katsuki has to hold back a laugh, Todoroki cussing was not on his summer bucket list, but neither was pissing himself. 

“Shit, fuck.” Katsuki feels it, all of his resolve leaving him. A warm burst of liquid rushes into his hands. He quickly removes one from inside of his towel and grabs the outside, pushing it up against himself to catch the piss slowly leaving him. He cant stop it, the trickle is gaining traction and fast. “Im pissing, Fuck, Icy-Todoroki! Help! Fuck-” Katsku panic’s he can see the first few drips leaving his lap and splattering on the ground below him. 

“Uh-” Katsuki can't look up from the towel in his hand, rapidly soaking with his urine, he's not feeling any relief, only panicking as the towel gets wetter and wetter and moving obvious drips patter into the ground below him. He see’s motion in the corner of his eye. “Oops.” He hears the remake before he feels it, 

“Ah! shIT- oh my fuck!” He practically jumps up from his spot, ice cold water from a water bottle is being poured over his head. The cold quickly meets warm as he loses all control. He is peeing, uncountably at this point. A hot, warm stream is flowing with such force out of him that it is arcking from his crotch, the speedo might as well not even be there at this point. He quickly shoves the towel back over himself and pretends to be drying his wet chest off from the water bottle. 

“Stop for a second, it's obvious.” Todoroki whispers to him. He knows what he is saying, He can see the water bottle water isn't dripping off him enough to hide his accident anymore, the amount of liquid leaving him is far too intense, but it takes him a while to convince himself to stop. He does manage to stop it. 

“You have five seconds to help me before I’m pissed again, I'm not joking.” Katsuki grunts, the pain from stopping is almost as bad as when he was holding himself.

“Race you into the water!” Todorki screams, taking off running from their spot, He looks over at Ida who looks over at him and nods, giving him the okay to get into the pool. He notices the girls are not there and starts to take off. The second he is running, it's all over. Piss is flowing down the inside of his leg, he can feel it picking up speed, but it doesn't matter because he cannon balls right into the pool. Finally, he can relax. And he does. He lays back into the water, the waves from his cannon ball moving him around slightly as he releases five water bottles and a large slushy worth of piss in the water. 

The water around his crotch is warm and it feels weird in contrast to the cold pool water. The tingly sensation from before is now all over his body as he pisses, he swears he has never needed to go so badly in his life.

“Heh, feel good?” Todoroki’s voice suddenly in his ear causes him to open his eyes, he didn't even realize mid-relief he had closed them. 

“You realize you're like, swimming in my piss right?” Katsuko teases, feeling his stream start to taper off, leaving his midsection feeling sore but empty. 

“You realize with a 100 yen charge to use the toilet, this pool is probably 98 percent pee.” Todorki says, closing his eyes “99 percent now.” he smirks. 

“Ha- You know what, your alot less fucking annoying in the summer.” Katski shoves Todoroki, who splashes water back at him, 

“Ew, don't splash me with the piss water!” Katsuki laughs, feeling so much better, and now that he doesnt have to pee, he realizes he could actualy use a bottle of water, considering how fucking hot out it is. 

#omorashi #omosummer #my hero academia #mhafic #mhapiss #my hero academia fanfic #omorasi #omocute #fluff #myworks

[kidge-planet]

Kidge headcanons 9: Pidge's first pregnancy (part two)

(Im almost done with these so their wont be many of them)

at the 5th month of pregnancy, they learned that the baby was going to be a little boy.

Keith would drag Pidge to bed because as you know, Pidge works until late night (around 3am) He would do that because it isn't good for the baby. She would be sat in couch with her computer and Keith would arrive from behind, kiss her cheek and tell her to go to bed and that he'll shower before to join her.

he would shower and then arrive to the room to find an empty bed. When he gets back to the living room, she would still be on her computer.

"that's it!.. Save what you are doing."

"What? no!"

keith leans to take her computer and save her work.

"HEY-WOOOO-"

She was now in the air, in his arms. She was trying her best to go back on her feets but it was in vain, she was tired and Keith was stronger.

once he got her to the bedroom, he would gently place her on the bed, turn off the light and cuddle her so she doesn't get out of bed.

first, she refuses the hugs because she is mad at him. She would also call him names in Italian but he will not mind. he would just respond stuffs like "I know, I love you too..." But at some point, she will accept the hugs and kisses... without retuning them, she would be pouting.

"Can I at least turn on the TV?.."

"No."

Pidge had weird pregnancy's cravings: pickles with honey, French fries soaked in coke, chips with chocolat ice-cream... Imagine other stuffs like this.

Keith tried every of her weird craving and actually liked the chips and chocolate ice-cream.

during s*x (pregnancy s*x), Keith would be VERY careful. He would always make sure that she is ok and she would always think that he is sweet.

At night, she would wake up with some cramps and pains. Keith would wake up to make sure that everything is ok. She would reassure him and tell him to go back to sleep.

Her water broke in the middle of the night. She had a severe cramp, Keith got worried and she said that it was nothing. she then headed to the batroom and once she was there, another horrible cramp started.... then her water broke.

"Huh... Keith?..."

"Yeah?.."

"Well, I huh... I think my water broke..."

they rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night

Pidge was sceaming of pain in her hospital bed while she waited for a doctor. Keith would try to calm her down, in vain.

While she was "pushing a kid out of her" (her words, not mine), she would be cursing the universe in every languages she knows.

Keith would stay by her side this whole time but still in vain, the pain was too strong for her to actually pay attention.

When she heard the baby's cryings, she felt a relief. She had waited 9 month for this moment.

they finally placed the little baby in her arms and she felt a surge of happiness. As said previously, it was a little boy. She kissed his forehead and turned toward Keith. He was holding back his tears and, when she asked him if he wanted to hold the baby, he felt a little scared. He didn't want to do anything wrong, this little thing looked so fragile. after a moment, the newborn was finally placed in his arms and HOLLY QUIZNAK, he cired. He was a father. something he would have never imagined before he met Katie. He would protect that baby with his life.

Pidge took a quick video of the moment and sent it to their friends.

Pidge and keith talked very quickly to their baby before she fell asleep. He kissed her forehead and stayed by her side the whole time.

They called the little boy Kayden.

Im stopping here! I don't feel like these are very interesting but I still hope you liked it! I'll do the other headcanons about the 2 others pregnancy's... But im wondering if you want to hear headcanons about kayden first... I think it'll be better if I do the hc about Kayden when im done with the pregnancy hc so I can do headcanons about all of the kids. Idk if you get my point here... Anyways, I'll do a poll!

(also, I haven't corrected my mistakes... If I did some, please let me know!)

#keith voltron #voltron pidge #pidge #keith #pidge and keith #keith and pidge #voltron #kidge #voltron legendary defender #voltron kidge

[adultswim2021]

Aqua Teen Hunger Force #83: "The Creature From the Plaque Lagoon" | April 26, 2009 - 11:45PM | S07E05

Shake is trying to smash Meatwad’s one tooth out with a golf club. After various mishaps and some on-purpose gratuitous hitting, he finally gets the dang thing out of there. They want to make a “nice buck” from the Tooth Fairy. Shake intends to ambush her, thinking it’ll lead to riches and bitches. But “we got the fry man over here” indeed, Frylock simply walks in and conks out Shake with a dart, for there is no tooth fairy, only Frylock. 

A TWIST! A shadowy figure clobbers Frylock and makes off with not just Meatwad’s tooth, but also his mom and dad’s teeth. They search for the culprit fruitlessly, only determining that he’s the Creature from the Plaque Lagoon. They find his website, which has a scary flash intro Meatwad demands they skip. Eventually they run into Gary the Dairy Fairy, who shows up to promote the calcium content of your favorite dairy products. He knows where to find the Creature, but when they do he reveals that he didn’t actually do it, and that his identity was being stolen. Uh, I’ll spare you the flowery prose: it turns out it’s the guy from Dickesode but now he’s a tooth and the episode ends with Shake eating hotwings out of a blender.

It always seemed a little odd to me that they made a sequel to DIckesode and changed dicks to teeth. It seems like a less-extreme version of the previous episode would result in diminishing returns. I guess it did, but this episode was much funnier than I remembered. Meatwad asking Shake to tell him a story over the walkie talkie! The Newhart references! Shake talking about gripping on Days of Thunder, which I am accepting as canon. I believe him, this time. There’s also some good new guys in this. Gary the Dairy Fairy is voiced by Jon Schnepp, an artist who worked on Aqua Teen and Metalocalypse. He was also the voice of C. Ling Tile on Space Ghost and one of them Wisdom Cubes. He also died in 2018. RIP to a proper legend. 

The episode sorta peters out, but that’s okay. It was a fun time hanging out with my friends (Milkshake cup, French Fries, and Meatwd).

MAIL BAG

A tidbit I just remembered about the last Xavier: there's a joke in that about a room of mental patients who think they're Mohammed and they're all blurred out. When that aired on TV, the word Mohammed got bleeped. I think I accurately guessed what the joke was before I actually saw it uncensored on DVD. Why don't you use me for your next event?

I somehow don't remember this joke even though I try very hard to commit Xavier episodes to memory, completely. Damn. It really do be like that, though. It's a shame about the whole Mohammed thing back around this time, bombing stuff for disrespecting your religion is just too funny

According to a 2017 bumper they mention that "S&P unintentionally punched up the show by censoring lines like “Jesus, save me” which became “Jesus, BLEEEP me.”" That's probably what it was. They also mention that the lead who plays Jesus was super allergic to the hay on the set.

Now this I did not know. If you are trolling me right now, just know that you are loathsome and will never see heaven. But I like that you read my blog, so that's all water under my bridge. I assumed he was saying "Jesus Save Me", but I recalled both "save" and "me" being bleeped, so idk what to think. They shouldn't bleep Bill Tush. There should be a rule that he can say whatever he wants on TV and it's uncensored always. Even slurs

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #aqua teen hunger force

[fatphobiabusters]

ok so i get what 'food is good' and 'health at every size' mean now but i just grew up learning about the food pyramid and 'junk' food and fat people beint told to 'lay down the cake' so it's surprising to hear about it, and the thing i asked about 'so its ok to eat french fries every week or a whole chocolate bar at once' are things i would like to do but my parents dont like when i have 'too much' candy, and i see how those tv shows about fat people are like the modern equivalent to 'freak' circuses, but the thing is your body lets you know when you're full, so i find it hard to believe one would get to several hundred pounds from overeating, in other words, i think 'obese' people are fat because they're sick, not the other way around

“also my mother has been commenting positively on me losing weight when she knows it happened bc i was so sick i couldn't drink water without throwing up, and now that i can eat and hold down candy again she acts almost upset about it(?)”

In this fight against fatphobia, this fight to prove to the world that we as fat people are worthy of respect and care and love, it can feel very tempting to try to justify ourselves to those who look down on us.

We often want to bring up health and whatnot and try to tell the fatphobes "Look! Here's proof that we can be healthy too!" We often want to determine what makes us the way we are. We want to distance ourselves from people who are not the "right kind" of fat. We want to tell the world "See? Here's another way we conform! So that's yet another reason not to hate us!"

The thing though is that just by being human, we deserve respect and care and love. We shouldn't have to prove to fatphobes that we can conform, that our bodies meet their standards, that some of us fat people are okay compared to the rest. I often fall to this myself. I very often point out to people how genetics majorly determine weight, how a lot of fat people are healthy. But we let fatphobes win by trying to justify to them our bodies. Why someone is fat honestly shouldn't matter. Will I keep pointing out genetics? Probably yeah since the world is still so full of fatphobic myths. But no matter the cause of someone's weight, that doesn't change that they deserve to be treated with humanity. If we focus on who has an excuse for being fat, we are doing more harm to ourselves. Yes, most of us are fat due to genetics. Yes, weight loss is not possible for over 95% of people long term. Yes, weight can be determined by disabilities and socioeconomic status and food desserts and and and...

But why I'm fat should not matter. I am fat. That is probably never going to change without starvation and suffering.

Spending my time and energy and effort on excusing my fatness just tells society that being fat is something that needs an excuse, a reason. Trying to figure out why someone is 400 pounds does neither me nor them no benefit. Fatphobes want us to justify our existences and determine who is acceptably fat. Someone who is 400 pounds, 500 pounds, what have you, has just as much of a right to exist as anyone else, and their body and health is no one's business but their own.

Fat people, just like any other oppressed group, do not need to justify our right to exist.

And Commenting on someone’s weight is a very shitty thing to do. I’m sorry she did that with you and tried to encourage weight loss, especially when it was happening in the first place due to sickness. You being able to hold down food again is a great thing!! No matter what she says, it is good for you to not starve. It is good to have nutrients from food and enjoy the food you eat. The next time she acts upset over you not starving, try to remind yourself that she has been influenced by our culture of disordered eating. You know what your body wants and you deserve to eat. I’m proud of you for continuing to nourish yourself despite her reactions.

-Mod Worthy

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Mod squirrel:

Obese is an arbitrary label, those people on the TV show from the episodes I've seen do over eat because of trauma a lot of the time. Thing is the emotional work and recovery from those eating disorders aren't the focus it's the surgery, which is the flaw of the format. Some people do push themselves and over eat because of EDs/trauma. Because the show is so toxic I'd hesitate to reference them all but tldr I'm not obese because I'm sick, so I'd avoid thinking all obese people exist because of illness. Often illnesses cause weight gain but there's so many factors in the human body it's just important to keep possibilities in mind there's no one reason a person is obese.

You can have your sweets and your body will let you know when enough is enough. You have permission to enjoy French fries or a chocolate bar. Or both. You sound like you live in a shitty household so it's going to be hard to unlearn fatphobia and toxic food behaviors. It's sicking your mom would act like that.

#Mod Worthy #Ask #Cr0nch noodle #O word #Ed mention

[leafcabbage]

heres a deleted scene to tide you all over

Tommy had meant to go to get lunch alone and bring it home as a lovely surprise since he was such a lovely person. Unfortunately, he managed to run into Tubbo coming home as he opened the door, who had to question where he was going. He’d thought he had plenty of time before Tubbo came home from therapy to do his sneaking around, but alas, his inability to keep track of time foiled his plans once more. 

Tubbo coming home had woken Ranboo up from napping on the couch, which prompted them to want to join Tommy, which meant of course Tubbo wanted to go, too, so it was a whole group outing now. There was a brief discussion of driving versus walking, in which Ranboo insisted that walking was fine with them and they wanted to go outside, and Tubbo gently pushed for them to accept that driving would probably be easier on them. A compromise was reached where Tubbo would drive them and they would sit outside and maybe do a little walking around a nearby park. Tommy was just happy to not have to walk a mile both ways, or take the bus. 

They got their food and found a picnic table in the park to set up at. It felt strangely idealistic, like one of those days that only existed in books and movies, but it was very much real life. Tommy was pretty sure ideal days didn’t usually include getting french fries thrown at anyone, but Ranboo had decided to attack him when he started trying to be the best cheerleader he could be every time they took a bite of anything. They had good aim, too, despite their self proclaimed awful depth perception.

Tommy had been planning to start trying to catch them in his mouth when Ranboo stopped, much to his disappointment. 

“Why’d you stop?” 

“I’d like to eat some of my food,” they replied.

“Yay! Good job, eat your—”

Another fry hit his forehead. 

He gave Ranboo a miserable look. They didn’t seem particularly moved by his pain. 

“You’re being counterproductive,” Tubbo told him, also uncaring about his pain. 

“I’m just trying to be a good friend.” Tommy sighed heavily, resting his chin on his hand. “Weren’t we gonna go on a walk?”

“Yeah, but some of us eat at normal speeds.” Tubbo looked pointedly at the empty wrappers in front of Tommy. 

He didn’t think he’d eaten <i>that</i> fast, but apparently some people disagreed. 

“It’s better fresh.”

“I think it stays fresh for more than ten minutes, you know.”

Again, Tommy was pretty sure it took him more than ten minutes to eat food, but he would very kindly not argue with Tubbo, and it wasn’t because his bad perception of time might mean that he would be wrong.

#cabbage writing corner #fic blogging