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liminal-space-lesbian · 9 months

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Summer Concussions

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Summary: You and some nevermore students decide to enjoy the sunny weather at the lake. Your girlfriend Wednesday hates the sun, but agrees to go anyways. While you are swimming Xavier challenges you to jump off a ledge into the water. You agree hesitantly but soon change your mind, and Xavier doesn't allow that.

Warnings: ooc Wednesday, insecure Wednesday, Xavier being a dick, concussions, blood, mentions of drowning, hospitals,

Words: 3,180

a/n Wednesday is kinda mean at the beginning I'm ngl, but it's just bc shes overheated and stressed I swear

You were rather excited for the day, considering it had been rainy and cold for the past few weeks at Nevermore. Enid decided to seize the good weather while it lasted and organized a day at the lake with Yoko, Divina, Ajax, Xavier, Eugene, and Wednesday. You were surprised your girlfriend actually agreed to come along, considering her distaste for the sun and anything considered fun.

Here she was though, sitting beside you under an umbrella and looking mildly displeased, as per usual. She wore a long sleeve swim shirt and knee length shorts, which you thought were far too hot for the level of humidity today. You had offered her one of your short sleeves but she had quickly rejected the idea. She said it was because she didn't want any more of her skin exposed to the "harmful UV rays" than necessary. You knew that was a lie.

Wednesday may always seem perfectly confident and strong and self assured but you knew she was insecure. It took her three months of dating you to feel comfortable enough to wear a tank-top around you, and another two to wear shorts shorter than knee length. You always did your best to reassure her and tell her she was beautiful- perfect even. Your words could only do so much however, when her own self image was so skewed.

"Do you want to go swimming, Wednesday?" You asked her with a grin as you stood up from where you were sitting on your towel in the sun. She glanced at you with an unimpressed look.

"No, I don't feel the need to flail around in the water like an invalid." She snapped, her tone clipped. You wilted under her words, feeling a bit dumb for even asking.

"Oh." You mumble, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry. Well- do you mind if I go swim? Or do you want me to stay here and keep you company?" You ask shyly, shifting on your feet. You really wanted to swim, you were sweating already and Xavier, Ajax, Eugene, and Enid were playing with a beachball in the water, which looked way too fun. If Wednesday wanted you to stay you would stay however, you would much rather keep her company than leave her to sit alone in the shade. Especially since you felt guilty for dragging her along.

"No, I don't mind. Just because I don't find it enjoyable doesn't mean you can't have... fun." She said the word 'fun' like it plagued her. You searched her expression to make sure she was certain, and you couldn't help but smile at the the way her eyes softened as she looked at you. She let out a tiny sigh and you noticed the sweat beading at her brow from the humidity.

"Okay. Well if you want to join me feel free." You say with an inviting smile, leaning down to give Wednesday a kiss before leaving. She leaned slightly away from you before you could, and you pulled away, giving her space. You noticed the way her eyes darted to Yoko and Divina who were sitting a few feet away chatting amicably. When she was sure they weren't looking in your direction she leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but giggle.

"Wednesday, they know we're dating, why do you care so much if they see us kiss?" You tease as Wednesday rolls her eyes.

"Public displays of affection are not my forte." Is all she offers as she leans back on her hands and looks up at you with a nonchalant expression. You see through it though and notice the blush tinting the tips of her ears. The truth was Wednesday was a bit shy when it came to openly expressing her affections with you. She did love you, and she has said so many times, but she also found it embarrassing to be so openly vulnerable in a public space. She felt off put by her own feelings, so used to always being stoic and unaffected.

"You never care when Enid sees us kiss." You protest with a smirk, and an exasperated expression crosses Wednesday's face.

"Yes, well. That's just Enid." She replies simply, shrugging slightly. You found it sweet how comfortable Wednesday had grown with her best friend. It made sense, considering how close the two are after the Hyde attack. You still found it adorable how much Wednesday trusted Enid, even with all her reservations about the werewolf.

"Whatever you say baby." You say with a grin before standing up again and skipping down to the water. As soon as you stepped into the waves you tensed. It was cold. You could feel Wednesday's eyes boring into your back so you turned around and gave her a bright smile and a thumbs up. "The water feels great, you should join me!" You shout, trying to convince your girlfriend to swim. She simply offers an unimpressed and dismissive wave, and you shrug, turning back to the water.

You slowly wade into the lake, moving over to Xavier, Ajax, Eugene and Enid. Enid spots you first and excitedly splashes over to you, causing you to flinch as cold droplets of water land on your face.

"(Y/n)! Want to play pass with us?" Enid asks enthusiastically, gripping your shoulders with her cold hands. You shiver under her touch but smile nonetheless.

"Of course!" You reply enthusiastically causing Enid to squeal in delight. You follow her over to the boys and join in the game, laughing as you dive to try and keep the ball in the air. You play for quite a while before the boys decide to climb up a ledge near the water and jump off.

"Come on (Y/n), aren't you gonna jump too? Or are you too scared." Xavier taunts from the ledge as Ajax does a flip into the water. You know Xavier is just trying to goad you, he's been jealous of you ever since you first started dating Wednesday. You're about to say no when Ajax resurfaces with a laugh.

"Come on (Y/n), it's fun I swear!" He insists as he climbs up on the ledge once more, watching as Eugene jumps off next. Xavier is smirking down at you as he thinks you're about to say no, and you feel indignance rise within you. You glance back at the beach to see Wednesday watching the interaction with a bored expression. 'I want to impress her.' The thought is sudden and loud in your mind, and despite your better judgement you begin the climb.

"Alright, you guys ready to see a real splash?" You ask with faux macho as you climb up beside Ajax. He grins and claps you on the shoulder encouragingly.

"Hell yeah! Just try to jump a bit more to the right since there's more rocks to the left. You'll probably be fine, but better safe than sorry right?" He says, smiling at you as he gestures to the deeper part of the pool. You nod, feeling nerves rise within you as you look down at the water. It seems so much farther once you're up here.

"Tsk, come on are you gonna jump or what?" Xavier scoffs, rolling his eyes. You glance at him and clench your jaw in determination.

"Yes! I am! I'm just- psyching myself up for it." You stall, glancing back down at the water. The longer you look at it the more you don't want to jump.

"Hey, you don't have to jump if you don't want to. No shame if you're too scared, it is a pretty big drop." Ajax says gently, his gaze reassuring. You are about to chicken out completely when you hear Xavier scoff once again.

"Oh come on, she just needs a little push-" With those words you feel two strong hands shove hard at the center of your back. You try to catch yourself, to compensate but you are too thrown off balance. Your feet slip off the edge, and your back scrapes painfully against the rock as you slip. You hear Wednesday and Enid shout your name as your head snaps against the rock, the thud sickening.

You're in the water, choking as water flows out of your nose and mouth. You gag and retch, someone is dragging you to shore. There's blood in the water.

"Yoko, go get Weems!" That was Wednesday's voice. You tried to look around for her but everything seemed blurry and dark. Your nose and throat burned from the water, and the back of your head throbbed steadily.

"Oh my God, oh my God- Wednesday is she going to be okay?" Enid's voice frantically filtered into your ears as someone gently laid you back on the grass. Your back stung at the contact with the ground. The sun was beating down on your face and you squeezed your eyes shut. It was too bright.

"(Y/n), can you open your eyes for me?" Wednesday's calm voice soothed the ache in your head. Someone's hand was resting on the back of your head, pressing firmly. It hurt, but Wednesday's voice made it hurt less.

"Wednesday?" You ask in a small voice, feeling confused and scared. You weren't sure what was going on. Your head hurt, you were cold. You were confused.

"Yes, I'm here cara mia, you're going to be okay." Wednesday's steady voice responded and you felt a shadow move over your face. You opened your blurry eyes and saw Wednesday staring down at you. Her expression was so worried it made your heart race with anxiety. What's wrong? Why is Wednesday so upset?

"Wednesday." You whisper again, more pitifully as years burn your eyes. A whimper rises in your throat as you see Enid hovering behind Wednesday looking horrified. What was wrong? Why was everyone so upset?

"Shh, it's okay." Wednesday soothed, her eyes scanning your face. Your eyes were unfocused and you looked deathly pale. She hoped Weems would hurry up.

You noticed water dripping from Wednesday's braids, and realized she must have jumped in the water and dragged you out. You grew more confused at the realization. How had you even ended up in the water? Oh, right Xavier pushed you.

"Move away from her, let me see." Weems voice spoke suddenly, her tone tight with worry. Wednesday moved out of your line of sight and you were met with a worried Weems. Her eyes scanned over you before she hastily scooped you up in her arms. She was speaking more to Wednesday, or somebody else you weren't sure. Her words sounded like gibberish, and her movements felt like they were in slow motion. You shied away from her, feeling afraid as tears streamed down your face.

You felt strange and hazy as you were placed on a bed of some sort. You were in a vehicle, you determined from the way you swayed in the bed, which you were strapped in to. There were strangers who kept shining lights in your eyes and poking you with things. It was scary. You wanted Wednesday.

Then you were some place else. A bed still, but this one was in a room with machines in it. You weren't sure how you got there, or how long it had been. You felt a bit more attentive than before; more awake. You blinked slowly, the throbbing in your head dulled by whatever was in the IV attached to the back of your hand.

"Wednesday?" You mumble, eyes slowly scanning the room. You were alone, aside from a woman fiddling with your IV. She noticed you were awake and smiled warmly at you.

"What was that honey?" She asked sweetly and you shrunk into yourself slightly. Who is that?

"I want Wednesday." You mumbled, your eyes sliding away from the strange woman to scan the room again. The nurse looked confused.

"No, sweetheart it's Saturday the twenty ninth. What day do you think it is?" She asked gently, trying to bring your attention back to her. You were growing increasingly upset. Why didn't this woman understand? You wanted your girlfriend. You needed her.

"No- I want-" Your words were cut off as the door to the room burst open. There she stood in all her glory, looking damp and disgruntled. Her eyes were wide as she stared at you, worry evident in her gaze as she marched up to your bedside.

"What were you thinking." She scolded, her eyes traveling over your face quickly, like she was searching for injuries.

"Miss, I'm sorry but we can't allow visitors at the moment, she's-" The nurse tried but Wednesday silenced her with a glare.

"She's my girlfriend, I'm not leaving her." Wednesday snapped, leaving no room for argument. The nurse let out a resigned sigh before leaving the two of you alone. Silence fell over the two of you like a blanket as you stared up at your girlfriend, smiling at how pretty she looked. Her bangs were still wet and clinging to her forehead, and her braids dripped steadily on the floor.

"Wednesday." You say with a smile, your tone overflowing with admiration. The brunettes eyes meet yours and her expression softens, the tension around her mouth easing as she gently brushed her fingertips along your cheek.

"What is it, mi sol?" She asks, her voice impossible gentle. You melted at her tone, she only ever talked to you like this when you were alone. How you loved when she was tender with you.

"I missed you." You announce with a grin, and Wednesday can't help the smile that curves at her lips. She leans down and kisses your forehead so lightly you hardly feel it.

"I missed you too." She pauses, her expression growing worried once more. "How are you feeling?" She asks, and you find the question peculiar. You felt completely fine. Better than fine actually, you felt incredible. Your body felt fuzzy. Whatever was in that IV was working.

"I feel floaty." You say, and you can't help but giggle. Wednesday sighs, resting her palm on your chest gently. Her brows are pulled together in concern but she keeps her voice smooth as she speaks.

"Then the drugs are working." She pauses, seemingly deep in thought. "I'm going to murder Xavier." She announces, her jaw clenching in anger suddenly. You blink at her in surprise. You know she didn't like Xavier, but what did he do to make her so angry like this?

"Why?" You ask, your tone curious. She blinks down at you and frowns slightly.

"Darling, he pushed you. What do you remember about today?" She asks, sounding reproachful. You blink at her and try to think back. Everything is fuzzy. You remember swimming with Enid. Playing with the beachball. Wanting to impress Wednesday.

"Uhm... I don't know." You murmur lamely as you blink up at her. "Swimming with Enid." You offer with a shrug and she seems more irritated at your words. You feel a flash of guilt and anxiety. What did you say wrong? "Sorry." You apologize hastily.

"No, don't apologize." Wednesday soothes you hastily, gently cupping your face in her hand. "I'm not upset with you." She reassures as she places another kiss on your temple.

"Xavier pushed you off a ledge into the water and you fell and hit your head. You nearly drowned in the water, and I had to drag you out. You were taken to the hospital, which is where we are now. You also suffer from a mild concussion. I am unsurprised you don't remember much." Wednesday explains patiently, her fingers running along the skin of your face and neck absentmindedly. You loved when she did that, she called it the Rivers. She'd gently trace imaginary patters on your skin while you lay together.

"Oh. Yeah I don't remember that." You say simply as you shut your eyes with a smile, enjoying Wednesdays touch. "Am I going to be okay?" You ask hesitantly. You felt alright now. Your head was still woozy and you were still a but confused, but Wednesday was with you and your head didn't hurt so you were okay.

"You'll make a full recovery. You needed seven stitches on the back of your head, and you had various lacerations on your back, but they will heal. Weems said you can take a break from classes for a week while you recover, and I will take notes for you so you don't miss anything important." Wednesday explains, her voice feeling like honey in your ears. She was so sweet, and warm, and perfect. You felt tears well in your eyes as you opened them and stared up at her. Her expression froze at your tears and her shoulders tensed.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice thick with worry, which only caused you to cry more.

"I love you so much Wednesday." You sob pitifully as you reach up and grab her hand weakly in yours. "You're so sweet and- and thoughtful." You blubber, and Wednesday looks extremely put off and uncomfortable.

"I- thank you." She clears her throat nervously as she tries to navigate your drug induced breakdown. "I love you too." She offers, trying to placate you. You simply sob harder at her words, messy tears streaming down your face. She looks panicked as she tries to shush you.

"It's okay. You don't need to cry, everything is fine." She attempts at calming you, her voice sounding uncharacteristically uncertain. She gently wipes away your tears, biting her lip nervously. "What- do you need anything from me?" She offers, trying her best to comfort you. You sniffle, blinking up at her.

"Can we cuddle?" You plead, pouting at her sadly. She hesitates and you are about to burst into tears again when she heaves a sigh.

"I am still wet from the lake." She protests lamely, and you simply frown. You reach out and grab her swim shirt, pulling her closer to you.

"I don't care." You say firmly, staring her intently in the eyes. She looks lost, like she wants to protest but after a moment she gives a resigned sigh. She carefully climbs into the hospital bed with you, awkwardly lying beside you. You go to turn on your side so you can spoon her but she presses her hand firmly to your chest and pins you down.

"No." She scolds firmly and you immediately relent, her tone leaving no room for argument. She shifts around, stiff and awkward until she lays beside you, her head resting on your shoulder as her arm drapes across your waist. You smile contentedly as you lace your fingers with hers, your eyes sliding shut as exhaustion tugs at you.

"I love you Wenny." You mumble as you begin to fall asleep. Wednesday doesn't even bother protesting the nickname, simply pressing a kiss to the side of your neck before holding you closer.

"I love you too, cara mia." She whispers, and her voice is the last thing you hear as you slip into sleep.

a/n I've never been concussed so if this is inaccurate that is why 🫶

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday tv series #wednesday addams #fem!reader

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sxtellary · 21 days

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❟❟mikey character analysis❜❜

!! here's my take on a relationship with mikey, what I think his type is, what he wants in a relationship/what he needs imo and overall how he'd be in one. take it as you please, either a small analysis of his character or headcanons (｡-ω-)

triggers ;; js a lot of fluff with toman!mikey, gosh I love him so much he's such a cutie, fem!reader – not physically described

word count ;; 1.5k

I feel like mikey can catch strong feelings towards someone only after a certain period of time. platonic feelings and romantic feelings are two separate things, and I think he'd have a hard time distinguishing which ones which and what he feels. he'd confuse the platonic ones and romantic ones and just think you're a very good friend to him. I dont feel like he'd ever think about his romantic feelings that much, and even if he did he'd try to hide them (let's face it he's a teenage boy I'm sure he knows what falling in love feels like, he just doesn't know how to differentiate the feeling from a platonic one), only really acknowledging them if someone else pointed them out for him (for exemple things he does or say for/to his crush). that's why I think the "childhood friends to lovers" trope is the best one for him, or at least a friend he's been knowing for a very long time, so he can actually understand his feelings.

"sharing his popsicle with his friend after a long hot day at school wasn't something out of ordinary. summer was approaching rapidly and the weather was showing it, growing hotter and hotter as the day went by, making cold sweat beads on your forehead as you tried to make some air with a book you had in your school bag. you had some time in your hands after school ended and before your english private lessons started, so you choose to hang out with mikey and draken, to mikey's displeasure. he always loved draken and [name]'s company, that's why he pleaded for the blonde to accompany him when visiting the girl, but something in him screamed to make draken leave. he didn't know why. maybe the way the taller one was digging holes in his back everytime he talked with her, or the way draken made his presence known at the worst possible times ever coughing like a grandpa or starting weird conversations about the ice cream he was eating. either way he wanted him gone now. he can go to emma, or something.. right?

"ehh, mikey, you're eating all the ice cream! leave some for me too..," [name] said as she took the sweet treat they were sharing from the blonde's hands. "but you ate your part like five minutes ago.., ugh, you know what? fine. eat it all. ken-chin can go buy me another one, right?", hearing his nickname, draken sighed as he shook his head. something's happening..

as time went on with bickering, laughs and jokes emanating mainly from mikey and [name] (seriously, draken didn't even want to be there), the sun was starting to set, which meant their fun time had to come to an end and her lessons to a start.

after hugging you tight, he looked at you waving in the distance as you tried catching the next bus. he felt a strong gaze on the side of his face, and as he turned his head he met his friend already staring at him with furrowed brows.

"do you like her?", draken asked with a sigh.

"who?"

"don't play dumb with me now."

"no I don't? what's with the question all of a sudden?"

"what do you mean 'no, you don't'?", he spat, mimicking the quotation marks in the air as he walked alongside mikey to his house. "you made me go with you to her school on a friday afternoon, ignored me half of that time and even hugged her when you met and before she left."

"pshh, that doesn't mean anything, ken-chin! she's just a really good friend," mikey shook his head, still chewing at the wooden stick his popsicle came with.

"mikey, you shared your ice cream with her. I think this is more than a friendship if you ask me."

mikey didn't respond, opting to sulk over his friend's words all night and the next day. maybe he's right? nah, can't be.."

his type can vary, all I know is for sure he just wants someone who can handle him. face and body don't really matter to him, as long as they have a cute face for him that's enough. I think for him it matters more how they act, if they can help him get better from his dark impulses and overall be there for him. this is more a headcanon than analysis but I like to think he'd date to marry, or at least he'd want that if he wasn't so busy with gang stuff.

I also think he'd want someone who can relate to him, but to an extent. he will feel uncomfortable if his lover would have the exact same problems because he's not good at comforting (that doesnt mean he wouldn't try to cheer you up tho), but someone who can relate to him can make mikey feel a bit relieved and not so alone. he'd have a hard time opening up too, so having an old friend as a lover will make him feel more comfortable. his lover will automatically be his bsf too!

he's a clingy boyfriend. let's be serious, we all have seen how he is with draken, now imagine that a 100% worse. he'd demand to be everywhere with you, at your house, at his house, park, school, class, you name it, he's with you. nothing new if you skip classes just to hang out with him, and if you don't, he'd whine about it like a child. sleepovers are a must in your relationship, but they mostly happen at his house; I like to think he can't have a good night's sleep anywhere else except his own bed, and you in his arms too? best sleep he's had in YEARS!

""mikey, move! I have to go home, it's late," you whined as you tried to move the blonde's arms away from your body. you've been trying for about an hour and got no progress. it was as if he was glued to your side. it was kind of cute, if you thought about it; he looked like a koala, holding on for dear life on a tree. but you liked koalas when you weren't the tree itself..

you went to sleep late because he wanted to finish the last season of 'the simpsons', and you couldn't go to sleep first because he liked to keep his TV on high volume. goddammit, mikey..

from what you can see from the clock on his wall it was around eleven am. you didn't have a curfew per say, you just didn't want to bother the sano's anymore with your presence; the way you screamed last night to old cringey songs with your boyfriend was probably enough for his grandpa. and besides, you wanted to study for the upcoming exams, it was a sunday after all and you dont get the heart to slack off.

"come on, mikey. wake up!" you tried to shake him off once again, but he didn't even budge.

you knew he was awake already, though. the way his eyes fluttered as he moved his irises and the corners of his mouth trembled to contain the smile that was creeping up on them gave it away. "mikey!", that's the only thing you got to say before he poked your sides, making you giggle in the progress.

"you sure are very talkative in the morning now, aren't you. yapping my ear off and I didn't even get to wake up properly," the blonde yawned, making himself comfortable on your form.

"kiss me good morning so I won't be upset all day that you're leaving so early!" he demanded, making you chuckle.

"no. your breath stinks! go brush your teeth, mikey!""

even if he acts like a kid, deep down he knows it's not safe for you to take part in his gang life, he thinks it's dangerous. he'll try and teach you some moves, just so you can defend yourself when he's not around (which is like never cause he's literally glued to your side but wtvr manjiro ( ´-｀)). if you know how to fight tho, I think that's a whole new story, more or less. he'd still worry about your safety, but wouldnt mind you getting involved.

mikey would also have a hard time opening up. don't expect him to be comfortable to show any emotions to you when you first meet him or when you guys start dating. sure he'll be always happy around you, sometimes grumpy, angry, but I feel like he'll show his "weakness" much more later, when he feels more comfortable around you and when he makes sure you won't leave him after that.

I also like to think he has the same weakness as his brother to the ladies. like let's face it, getting rejected 10 times and still going for 20.. this is what I call weakness, and since shinichiro practically raised manjiro I think he rubbed off on his little brother. the thing is, since shin is mikey's one and only exemple, I don't think he'll actually act up on it and get rejected like his big bro (I feel like he's scared of rejection and seeing his brother get it every single time it made him precautions on things like these (／。＼)).

#i love him so much it makes me sick #no one understands him like i do #mikey #mikey sano #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #draken #ken ryuguji #manjiro x reader #—nikkowrites☆

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ponderingmoonlight · 5 months

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Yoriichi saving you just in time from getting killed by a demon

Pairing: Yoriichi x midwife!reader

Word Count: 4k

Synopsis: Your job takes you to the poor Kamado family, who are expecting their first child. But instead of a joyful birth, you are greeted by the cruel claws of a demon. What luck that an extraordinary swordsman shows up on this fateful evening.

Warnings: near death, injury, child birth, I'm not a midwife mystelf so this part isn't that detailed, lots of angst but comfort, this is my first demon slayer fic EVER so please show some support, I really appreciate it 🤍 (added 2 additional pics into the fanfic because I'm so amazed by the insane quality of these ai pics)

Tags: @froufrousnowman

„Excuse my rude interruption, but is this the Kamado residence?”

You are exhausted, sweat dripping from your forehead on this warm summer day, the sun shining down on you with all its strength. But you were called here, so you came. After all, this is your job. As a midwife by heart, you fear no weather when it comes to aid another woman by delivering her child.

“Yes, I am Sumiyoshi Kamado. Are you the midwife we were calling for?”

The man in front of you smiles at you kindly. You can tell by one look into his inviting eyes that he’ll be an amazing father. But before that, you have some work to do.

“That’s right, my name is (y/n). May I see your wife?”, you ask kindly, taking off the package of tools you were carrying on your back.

“She’s sleeping at the moment, but please allow me to lead you inside. Would you like to eat or drink something? I just cooked dinner!”

The excitement dripping from his voice really warms your heart. In times like these, gifting a child into the world seems like a burden, like an impossible task. It was in no way granted that an expected child was in any way welcomed. You’ve seen it all, the horrible things father and mother would do to prevent the new life from existing, how fate itself decided to stretch its hands out and take the child away from this earth way too soon. You’ve seen tears of joy, tears of grief, tears of despair. But oh, just one loving look of fresh mother and father into their babies’ tiny face is enough to make it all worth it for you.

“How did your wife feel within the last days? Did she complain about pain, especially in her back? Bleeding? Did she have to defecate more often than usual?”

Carefully, you place your tools onto a white cloth and disinfect your hands with strong alcohol when entering the room.

“She looks very peaceful, that’s great”, you hush.

What a beautiful woman she is, laying on her side with her hands covering her belly even while she sleeps safe and sound. Instinctively you kneel down next to her, gently caressing her cheek.

“This is your first child, isn’t it?”

“Yes. And I am beyond grateful you decided to help her even though we aren’t able to pay you decently. I wish I could give you more-“

“Please, don’t worry about it. I really enjoy being here. And if it helps your wife, no coins in the world are a better reward”, you interrupt with soft voice, looking down at her one last time before getting up and silently leaving the room along with her husband.

Your eyes dart towards the small window. How lovely the sunset looks today. Is it already this late? You must have been traveling for quite some time. As if on cue, your stomach begins to rumble. Well, maybe a cup of tea and something warm to eat would be a blessing right now.

“I am a little nervous. After all, I know nothing about the birth of children and how to care for them afterwards. But I love my wife so dearly, imagining a little child with her eyes truly makes me feel whole. Do you have any children yourself?”

What a kind man he is, sitting opposite to you with a cup of tea in his hand and his eyes glistening in the down-going sun. Despite the cruelness of the world, the tales of demons hunting down humans with what seems like no aim, all the bitterness and tears, this man was able to keep his warm smile and optimism.

“No. While I do adore children, I am not married. It’s hard to find a man willing to marry a midwife”, you explain briefly.

There is no sense in denying the fact that you are of low birth, a self-taught midwife since no man was willing to teach you. And in a world full of gorgeous young girls with skin like porcelain and kimono’s worth more than your housing, you will never catch the attention of a male. But somehow, you’ve found your inner peace with that. After all, helping other woman to finally receive their own little family fills you with enough joy to overlook that you’ll never have a man or a chid by your side yourself.

Confident knocks against the wooden door rip you out of your conversation.

“Are you awaiting someone?” you question.

Within the village you live in, it is told over and over to not leave the house after sunset. And while you don’t consider yourself superstitious, not going out when it’s all dark always seemed plausible enough for you. But now, the sun almost set, the trees around you barely lighten by the weak beam.

“No, but maybe it is someone who needs help.”

You get up from the ground, mindlessly holding onto the cloak in your hands tightly while holding your breath. It might be someone in the need of help. But out here in the woods, who knows…Shivers run down your spine, eyes staring at the door filled with curiosity.

The sight in front of you isn’t one of a robber, an old lady in distress or a demon though. Your orbs widen slightly. No, this is a man. And what a man he is.

The way he carries himself with so much peace and elegance. He looks…majestic. His fuchsia eyes lay upon your host. And even though you don’t understand from afar what they are talking about, you can tell that his firm but calm voice could tame entire oceans. What a remarkable perfect face he has, the only interruption being a scar covering his forehead. So elegantly clothed with a katana attached to his belt? You draw a little closer, take in his sight a little clearer. He looks like one of the men you’ve seen before in your village right after a whole family was brutally killed during night. He was armoured with a katana too. Could it be?

“Are you a demon slayer?”

You want to curse yourself for speaking to him so ruthlessly, for interrupting their conversation so harshly. But you’ve got so lost in his sight that it seems your mouth opened itself.

“Indeed. This is a riskful area. Keep your doors and windows locked during night time and do not leave your wife unattended. Please don’t roam around the house on your own and stay with your husband”, he instructs towards both of you.

Why does he look at you while calling you “wife”? You blink a few times when realization slowly but surely hits you. Oh. Your face reddens instantly, eyes snapping towards your host in pure shock.

“Oh, you misunderstood! She isn’t my wife, but the midwife that will help my wife delivering our firstborn. She’s sleeping at the moment”, he explains calmly while smiling at you.

The stranger’s eyes lock with yours, you can’t help but hold your breath. From all the men you’ve seen come and go in your lifetime, he definitely is the most captivating one. Is it because of his flawless appearance, because he carries himself with so much elegance? Or is it the calmness that radiates from his voice, the power you’re able to sense on him? Maybe nothing, maybe both.

“That is very kind for you. I will stay in this area tonight, but please look after yourself”, the stranger continues, glancing at you one last time before turning around and heading back into the woods.

“Thank you!”

“What an interesting man!”, your host comments towards you, closing and locking the door like he was told you.

“Do you believe in demons?”, you question.

His eyes darts towards you, the positive spark in them gone for the split of a second.

“I’ve witnessed a lot of deaths that happened during the night, terrible massacres with no one surviving. I am firmly convinced that a human being could never to something like that.”

“Humans can be cruel too”, you argue, pictures of all the horrible things you’ve seen within the years you’ve been working as a midwife flooding your mind.

Sometimes you can’t help but wonder who the real monsters in this world are. The demons, the wild animals? Or humans who pretend to be on top of the world, who tear down everything and everyone when they feel like it?

“That is correct. But we are trying our best, right? And that is all that matters for me.”

“It’s getting late, I should look after your wife. Is it alright if I rest with her for today?” you mumble, fingers fumbling with the white cloak to distract your mind from the stranger, from his words, from this whole conversation.

“Of course! I will prepare everything!”

You sign to yourself, gaze glued onto the woman laying in front you sleeping peacefully. Everything will turn good, right?

-at night-

Your eyes shoot open immediately, roaming around the dark room. There they lay, bodies intertwined with each other while being fast asleep. What was that fade away rustle you’ve heard, then? As quietly as possible you lift yourself off the futon Kamado-san prepared for you, naked feet greeted by the cold of the wooden floor underneath. Maybe you just dreamed it. Or is an animal outside? Given the fact that you are located in the middle of a forest, this wouldn’t be a surprise. You furrow your eyebrows, a fade away cracking from outside catching your attention all over again. No, something is off, you can sense it by the way your guts turn.

Instinctively, your hands grab the knife with which Kamado-san prepared your food just a few hours ago. You are by no means an experienced fighter, you have been skilfully avoiding situations like this your entire life. But waking up both of them over nothing would be ridiculous. Just a little glimpse outside the door, just to check on what’s probably a deer. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, palms sweaty in response.

With your free hand, you grasp the handle of the door. Breathe in, breathe out. Tame your pounding heart, get a hold of yourself. With a swift motion, you swing it open.

And get greeted by a pair of venomous red eyes.

There is no time to react any further. Not too late you are able to escape his grasp, naked feet carrying you further inside the forest.

“A demon! There’s a demon outside! Get into safety! A demon!” you scream on top of your lungs.

Please, let Kamado-san hear your desperate cries, let him drag his wife into safety. The disturbing tall and crippled figure of the demon draws closer to the house, closer to the soon to be family.

You don’t know what has gotten into you. Sympathy, a protective instinct? Whatever it is forces you backwards, right into the claws of the demon.

“I can’t allow you to harm a single soul in this house”, you hiss through gritted teeth, holding onto the knife in your hands for dear life.

How is it even possible to kill a demon? Do you even stand a chance against it? It doesn’t matter now. You slash forward with a cry of determination, aiming for its carotid artery. The cut doesn’t have to be deep if you hit him with enough precision, your muscle strength should be enough.

But before you are even able to come close to his body, his claw slices open your right arms with ease. Your eyes widen in pure horror, body unable to move even an inch. It moved so fast you weren’t even able to see its hand moving, sliced you open so effortlessly while you’re gasping for air like a fish on land.

Your body falls to the ground, the demon positioning itself on top of you. No, you won’t let it end like this. After all, you still have plenty of work to do, Kamado-san’s wife didn’t deliver her child yet. With full force you push your arms against it, trying to keep your keep your face out of its gaping mouth.

With one push you free your arm, yanking the knife into its eye. Now or never. While its loud groans fill the air with fright, you get off the ground, run deeper into the forest, desperately try to stay alive. You can’t die like this. Not you, not Kamado-san, not his wife, not their unborn baby.

But the demon is right on your tracks, hunting you down the dark forest without any mercy.

“Ouch.”

A moment of inattention is enough for you to stumble over a thick branch, knees meeting the floor harshly. Is this your end? All you can do is stare up, glossy eyes widen in the dim moonlight with a tiny trail of its blood on your face. Hopefully the demon slayer from last evening will return soon enough to at least safe Kamado-san and his family. If not you, at least they need to survive.

There you kneel, face gone emotionless, orbs directed towards the frightening creature that lunges towards you. One hit. One hit of its claws will be enough to behead you. One second and your life will be nothing more than a fade away whisper in the darkness, ended way too soon just like so many others. You never thought it would be you, that of all the people you’d get killed by a demon slayer. After all, you were always so skilled in avoiding trouble, never allowing yourself to get into danger.

But oh, now you are. And it will cost you your young life.

Yoriichi can’t catch his breath, feet carrying him so rapidly to the scene laying itself out in front of him that the trees around him merge. He told you to stay inside, to keep windows and doors shut. Why are you outside? Where are the man and his wife? Please, let it not be too late, let him be able so safe those people.

Finally. With a determined slash of his blade, the demon in from of him gets beheaded, its ashes raining down onto the ground. You look…uninjured. Frightened, in pure shock, but uninjured. And unbelievably lovely with the dim moonlight highlighting the delicate features of your face.

“Are you alright?” he questions softly, slowly approaching you and stretching out his hand.

Carefully he lifts your trembling limbs off the ground, your hand holding onto his for what seems like dear life while your sharp and heavy breaths hang in the cool air.

“Yes”, you finally breathe out.

“Are the other two alright? Did someone get hurt?”

“There are inside. It was only this one. I lured him away”, you huff.

Yoriichi swore himself to never get close to another human being again, to fulfil his duty in silence. But you…Did you really risk your life for a family you didn’t even know until yesterday? Did you run into the woods so selflessly to distract the demon? What a brave woman you are, truly remarkable.

“I was hoping for you to return”, you add.

His warm hand feels almost therapeutic against yours, calming down your tingling nerves and beating heart. You survived. Is this really possible? While kneeling down and staring right into the face of that frightful demon, you already accepted your fate. But that he’ll show up like a knight in shining armour, saving you just before getting beheaded…It seems like a miracle to you.

“I came here as fast as I could. This area was full of these creatures”, he explains briefly, fuchsia eyes resting on you.

“(y/n)!”

A thick stone falls from your heart. It’s him.

“Kamado-san, is your wife alright? Are you alright?” you blabber, the man sprinting towards you as if his life depends on it.

“You saved us. Even though you don’t even know me and my wife, you risked your own life to save ours. And you…You really came. I’m beyond thankful.”

He falls to his knees, leaving you completely speechless.

“She really was outstanding brave. Normally the sight of a demon alone is enough for most humans to lose their minds. You are exceptional, (y/n).”

It sounds so strange, hearing your name out of this charismatic stranger’s mouth. But the way his eyes lock with yours sends shivers down your spine, makes your heart pound against your ribcage all over again.

“What is your name?”

“Yoriichi Tsugikuni.”

Yoriichi. What an exceptional name that matches his majestic appearance perfectly. It seems so easy to get lost in his eyes, to study every inch of his face. And his smell…

“I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation, but I think my wife will deliver her child soon.”

Your eyes dart towards Kamado-san immediately.

“Why are you saying so?”

“Since she woke up from your screams, she seems to have contractions.”

You don’t think twice. As fast as your feet are able to carry you, you sprint back into the house, back to the reason why you originally came here.

-the next morning-

“Sleep well. You deserve it”, you whisper into the woman’s ear gently, wrapping her up inside a blanket before leaving the room discretely.

The birth went smooth and faster than you expected for a first born. Not long after you arrived by her side, she delivered the baby with tears of joy running down her face, her husband telling her over and over how much he loves her. It was bittersweet, seeing in front of your very own eyes what you’ll never have. Just after encountering him, just after those strange feeling that he triggered in you.

“I’m glad to see you are alright.”

You stop in your tracks, staring at the back of him in disbelief. There he sits, facing the sun while his broad shoulders catch your attention all over again.

“I’ll make some tea”, Kamado-san discretely announces before hushing into the house.

“I am in no way responsible for the miracle that happened tonight. That was you and Kamado-san’s wife”, you explain briefly, sitting down next to him.

The sun caresses your skin gently. You never thought its hot beams would calm your nerves before the incident of this night. You smile at the little bundle of joy Yoriichi is holding in his arms. Oh, how well it suits him. Someone like him must be a good father.

“I’ll be leaving after I had a cup of tea. It wouldn’t be right to keep eating for free here”, he announces all of the sudden.

“Don’t say that.”

Out of instinct, you place on hand on his firm shoulder and wrap the other around his strong biceps.

“You saved our lives tonight. It if hadn’t be for you, not only would we be dead, but this child you’re holding in your arms wouldn’t be born, either.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Your eyes freeze, unable to tear away from his beautiful sight. Why does he make you feel this way? What is it that makes this stranger so special? Is it his sword skill, his ability to fight? No. In fact, you couldn’t care less about that. It’s the way he carries himself, the elegance within every step he takes. It’s the fact that he sacrifices himself for others.

Just like you do.

“Like what?” you hush.

“As if I am some kind of special person. I don’t deserve the affection you hold in your gaze.”

“You deserve every spark of affection for your being”, you argue.

“You’re wrong about that. I failed to protect anything that was important to me. And throughout my life, I was unable to do what I was supposed to do. I am worthless.”

“How could you even say something like that? How could you talk about yourself so negatively after saving four lives this night?”

“Because of the countless lives I failed to protect.”

“So what? Does it make be a bad midwife that I wasn’t able to save every single child? The losses are tragic and never forgotten, but as long as we are doing our very best, there is nothing to regret. Tonight, you were able to save a young family. You should be proud of yourself instead of talking you down.”

He stands up, handing you the new-born carefully before grabbing his sword.

“Are you about to leave?” Kamado-san questions from afar, storming outside with tea in his hands.

You thoughtlessly hand him is son, eyes directed towards the charismatic man in front of you.

“I have to leave now. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“Wait!” you shout all of the sudden.

You don’t know what has gotten into you, but there you are, running after him and grabbing his hand just like you did this fateful night.

“Will I ever see you again?”

For a moment, time seems to stand still. He can’t believe his ears, usual tame heart almost beating out of his chest. When was the last time a woman ran after him, the last time a female even looked his way? He can’t remember. But especially you…Why would a woman like you be interested in a broken man like him? What do you see in him?

“Why would you want that?”

“I can’t tell. I just know I have to see you again”, you reply automatically.

The air between both of you seems thick enough to get cut by his knife, your eyes almost piercing through the back of his head. Please, just say something. Just move, turn around, smile. Just do anything besides standing still. Never in your life did you even think about the possibility to get to know a man better. Why him? Why a man you didn’t even know before last evening? Why someone who seems so unapproachable?

“You will see me again.”

And with that, he’s gone in the wind, leaving you with your feelings all over the place.

-a few months later-

“I almost thought you wouldn’t come”, you comment, resting your head against the cool grass.

The weather changed. As soon as the evening arrives, it’s getting way too cold outside to stay for long. But when he’s here, none of that seems to matter.

“You know I always do. How was your day?”

He lays down next to you, closing his eyes for a brief moment while you position your head on his shoulder. Oh, how much you loved these innocent little meetings. After you returned to your little village, Yoriichi found you wherever you went. Always keeping an eye open for you, staying longer from meeting to meeting. Until you randomly laid down in the grass the whole evening, talking about your life and eventually, got even closer. Innocent touching, him drawing circles on your back while you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

“The baby I delivered today, they were actually twins. Two healthy girls, the father almost fell unconscious when he found out.”

Your cute little giggle lights up the air around him and fills his heart with joy he hasn’t felt in a long time. Being happy seems so easy since he got to know you.

No. It’s far more than simply knowing you. The feelings he holds for you go far deeper than that.

“I love you, (y/n).”

Your heart skips a beat, gaze darting towards him the second those magical words leave his lips. Did you dream that? Are you really resting in the meadow with Yoriichi telling you none other but that he loves you?

How much you longed for this sweet moment, how often you thought about saying those words too. Without hesitation, you press your lips against his.

While the world around you seems to fall apart, at least this is fine. Yes, laying here in Yoriichi’s arms while tenderly kissing him like you’ve always imagined makes everything around you whole again.

“I love you too”, you whisper against his lips.

Who would have thought going to work and almost getting killed by a demon would turn out this nice?

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fushipurro · 6 months

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My Neighbor, Toji

☆ Synopsis: Moving to a new apartment brings all kinds of frustrations as things go inevitably wrong. Though in this case, the frustrations you hold are deeper than a misplaced box or broken A/C.

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, some fluff, smut, dom/sub, creampie, foreplay, vaginal play, blowjobs, dacryphilia?, nipple foreplay, exhibitionism, biting, scratching, pet names

☆ Word Count: 2.4k

"Ugh, why'd I have jam so much into this stupid box."

It was your first day at your new apartment, and what an awful time of year to be doing this. It was mid summer and hot as hell, sweat practically pooling off the back of your neck even when your hair was tied up off of it. While the walk from your moving rental to the 2nd floor all the way to the end was not at all fun in this weather, the apartment was just how you liked it. Small, cozy, and even had a nice balcony you were excited to adorn with plants and string lights. Even better was that your apartment only had one neighbor next to you so hopefully that meant a better chance of peace and quiet.

"Need a hand?" a deep voice resounded from behind you, startling you as you failed to lift one of your heavier boxes. You turned to face a man that blocked out the sun with how tall and built he was. Practically squinting trying to get a good read on his face. Before you could respond, the man reached over and lifted the box with ease into one of his arms.

"Uh, thanks, you live here?" you said, hoping this wasn't some stranger about to make off with your stuff. In this heat you'd give up before even trying to get your stuff back.

"Yeah, I'm Toji. Couldn't help but notice you since it looks as though you're movin' in next to me."

"Nice to meet you, Toji, I'm y/n."

The two of you walked up to your apartment with a few boxes in hand and set them down in what will eventually become your living room/bedroom once you've had a chance to unpack and buy some furniture. Toji noticed how much it seemed you were trying to not pass out from the temperature and work and asked that you just stay inside to start unpacking as he brought the rest of your stuff in. Once it was over and the sun was finally setting, you offered him a glass to quench his thirst and a wet towel for the sweat.

"I don't know what I would've done without you, Toji. Definitely wouldn't have finished this fast."

"No trouble, y/n. I couldn't let a pretty girl such as your self struggle out there alone."

Jeez, as if the heat wasn't enough! you hadn't even replied yet but your blushing face was enough to get chuckle out of the man. Seeing him now under the golden hour sun was completely different without him blocking it like an eclipse. This man is hot, like REALLY hot. His hair was dark and his eyes were rich as they radiated warmth, the scar on your lip left much to think about. His body definitely built for the work he was doing and more. He was older than you by a bit for sure but took plenty care of himself.

The two of you simply looked each other over for what felt like days, while the look of you with sweat still dropping off the tips of your hair and body may not make you feel like a model, it certainly was doing wonders in his eyes. Not to mention your loose fitting clothes for the season. The appeal of him with a towel around his neck and all those muscles was definitely food for you, even if this was a stranger you only met earlier. After a bit of silence, he put his glass down and handed you back the towel.

"Well it's getting late so I oughta get back to my own place, but feel free to knock if you need anything else lifted."

For a moment you were still in your daze, but by now the golden sun had set and his baritone voice pulled you out. "Oh yeah, right, thanks for the help, Toji!" you smiled. You walked him to the door to see him out back to his. He turned to you as he opened his own door with a smile off the corner of his face.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, doll." and with that, the door shut and you returned to your own abode once more red in the face.

"God, that man is a flirt!"

The rest of your evening was spent unpacking some necessities and setting up your bed as your waited for the delivery pizza to arrive. Anything else would have to wait until you could feel your limbs again without pain. For now though, you were uses filled boxes as tables and nightstands like they were the main decor of the apartment. When you bathed that night, you held the towel Toji had used up to you, taking in his smell that resonated from it, enough to make you feel aroused to say the least.

Over the next week however, you managed to make some progress, really enjoying your time between work and sleeping to go nuts with decorating. Troublesome work though as one of your new apartment troubles was the nonfunctional A/C that you had to wait for your landlord to bother repairing when it suited them. This meant if you wanted cold air, the balcony door needed to be left open regardless of the city noises you were forced to hear or other neighbors. Toji occasionally chatted with you from across the balcony or on your way to and from work, the man still as much of a flirt as ever but keeping his hands to himself.

It was a Friday night then, later in the evening. Tired from work and freshly bathed, you laid there on your bed feeling the breeze from your balcony cool your wet skin. Toji seemed to be enjoying himself that night too as you were struck with the sounds of another woman moaning and the slight banging of your walls.

"Someone must've had a good date."

Didn't take long though before you found yourself moving your hands over your breasts, circling and pinching your bud as your other hand freely went down to your clit. Your thoughts were filled only with Toji and the way he had looked at you. Carefully listening to him through the walls as you pleasured yourself with your fingers until you could climax over and over for the duration of his own fun time opposite of the wall.

A few times more that week, the sounds continued and you were relishing yourself to the sounds of Toji and nothing else going on that night in your city. Come Friday night again, you heard nothing from his side but were so insatiable that you began your own session with nothing but the thoughts in your hand and your delicate fingers. A thump on your balcony alerted you as you shot up to see thinking maybe a plant had fallen. To your surprise, no, it wasn't a plant but the man you called a neighbor was standing at your opened door, smiling as he looked upon your exposed body.

"Toji! What are you doing here?" you flailed to pull up a blanket to cover yourself.

"If you didn't want me to hear the pretty noises you were making for me, then you shouldn't leave your door open, sweetheart. Your headboard is adjacent to mine as well, I see." He leaned up against the framing of your sliding door, never letting his smile or eyes drop away from you once. "You've been putting on quite a show since you moved in, did I make that much an impression?"

Your face was beyond flushed as you failed to maintain any eye contact with him.

"You're one to talk with how many dates you've been bringing over."

"Oh yeah? You wish they were you instead?"

Toji walked up to your bed and leaned down right in your face. His right hand cupped under your jaw forcing you to look directly at his moonlit body. Your lips parted against his own breath.

"...Maybe I do. Can't help it the way view you."

"Well you're a sight for sore eyes too, princess, but I can help you achieve your desire."

Your lips finally met one another, his tongue rubbing against yours all inside your mouth. You finally dropped the blanket shielding your body and Toji moved his knee in between your legs against your lower lips. You couldn't help but squirm your hips at the sensation, you hands gripping his nape.

"Aren't you a needy one?" he said, pushing you down against the sheets and kissing his way down your neck, onto your breasts, all the way down to your lower lips. His tongue thrusting over and inside, his large hands gripping at your thighs. You definitely were gonna be bruised there later. Your own hands clawing at your sheets as you bit your lower tongue, you pupils beginning to lose themselves at the shock coursing in your body.

Toji lifted his head up to look at you, with his experience, he knew you were close and wished to deny you.

"Don't be so impatient, doll, we have a whole night ahead of us."

"Fuck, Toji, I need you."

"I bet you do, princess." he said moving up to your face, his tongue against yours once more with the added taste of your own. Taking a step back, he removed his pants, revealing his twitching cock.

Holy fuck that's big. Your eyes looking back and forth wondering how it would ever fit inside your small body but you were so far gone that all you wanted was to be closer with him. He coaxed you up until your face met with his tip, a shiny residue leaking from the top. Like a mouth to a popsicle, you moved over it, now licking circles around as your delicate fingers stroked the rest of the length. Taking his heavy balls into one of your hands, Toji couldn't help but moan and bucked his hips deeper down your pretty little mouth.

"Careful, dear, I'm gonna need those to make you mine."

His hands gripping your hair, pulling them up into a ponytail like the one you had when you met him, he took control and quickend his pace against your cheeks as tears came over your eyes. Your free hands now playing with your own apex as you looked up at Toji with hearts for irises until your throat became lined in his essence. The two of you moaning and twitching with relief.

"Good girl, now swallow for me." which you did so easily making him rub the top of your head, smiling down at you with such lustful love.

Toji flipped you over so your face was against the sheets, playing with his tip at your entryway as you braced yourself for his girth.

"Please, Toji, I-I need you." With that, he pushed his way in, your body quivering as it adjusted to his size. High pitched moans escaping you against his, your nails feeling as though they'd tear the sheets apart with how much you were becoming feral.

"That's my good girl, you'll feel even better soon."

Moving here was the best decision you ever made, what luck to meet a man that was fulfilling you in more ways than one, better than anything you've ever felt before. He continued bucking his hips into you, leaning overtop to grab your breasts and suck on your neck as he pounded against your velvet walls. Before you could even reach your climax again, he flipped you over onto your back in a mating press position where he could be face to face and watch you react.

"Fuck, Toji, please fill me up!"

"I ain't stopping now, doll. Not when you, fuck, make me feel this good. Don't you dare look away now"

His pace ever quickening as he thrusted into your womb, drool falling from both your mouths as you continued to moan louder and louder. His girth twitched and suddenly your insides exploded with warmth that made you scream with joy.

"Fuck!" you both moaned together, Toji remained in you as you clamped down on him with your inner walls, tearing his back apart with your nails as you sucked him dry. He finally pulled out along with his sticky substance, overflowing onto the bed as he admired his work on your pussy.

"You were amazing, princess."

Still catching your breath, he pulled you up to kiss you some more, you limbs hardly able to move on your own from the good fucking you just got from the man next door.

"What a needy girl you are, but don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

"Oh, Toji, we're definitely doing this again."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, princess. You belong to me now and me alone."

He scooped in your arms and took you to the bathroom to clean off and bathe together in the tub. That is well, after you had a few more rounds in the bathroom and resisting the urge to ruin more of your sheets with your feral love as he locked you in his arms for the night to sleep.

This routine became practically a daily occurrence, wishing the two of you could just break down the walls between your apartments. Instead you opted to leave your balcony door unlocked so he could come over at any time.

☆ Notes: maybe i'll do another part of this later, do let me know if you guys would like any more or if you have an requests for this i can add ^^

#i love this man so much #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk toji #jjk #jjk smut #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #toji x female reader #toji smut

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westviewtroubles · 2 years

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Heatstroke

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: What better way to spend a hot summer day than with your best friend?

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: fluff! some allusions to dirty dreams.

A/N: What is it with me and seasonal friends to lovers fics? We shall never know. I've been so busy looking for apartments and now that I've actually found one I'm busy getting ready to move in two weeks and finding a job. Adulthood is rough. So, I'm winding down by writing about my current favorite guy and pretending vol2 didn't happen!

It was the hottest day Hawkins had seen in years, and it showed. ACs around the town had been cranked up to eleven, and the community pool was packed with people.

Even you had woken up with a sheen of sweat covering your body, though it had nothing to do with the weather, and everything to do with the dream you had.

Now, you were laying in your bed, the heat almost putting you to sleep when you heard a ring on your door. You waited for a moment for someone else to open the door, but when the person behind the door became persistent, you groaned, getting out of bed.

"What are you doing here?" You asked with raised brows, looking down at the familiar little girl who stood behind your door, an impish smile on her face.

"I was wondering if you wanted to buy some ice cream." Erica said, holding up a box of popsicles. "Five bucks per box."

"Are you kidding? I can go to the store and buy them for two." You chuckled, leaning against the doorway.

"No, you can't. I bought them all." She said, showing off a cooler filled with boxes of ice cream.

"Two dollars."

"I didn't come here to negotiate, I came to do business. If you're not interested, I have thirty other houses to visit."

"Two dollars or I tell your mom about the time you tried to convince me your bedtime was at midnight and that you were allowed to have ice cream for dinner."

"You drive a hard bargain." She pursed her lips, handing you a box of popsicles while you handed her two one-dollar bills. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"See you on Monday!" You called out after her when she walked away, looking down at the box of popsicles, getting an idea.

You were pounding both of your fists against the door to the Munson's residence, the lone box of popsicles chilling in the blue cooler you'd taken with you, a wide grin on your face.

"Food delivery!" You announced as soon as the door was opened, only to be met with a shirtless Eddie, his hair pushed away from his face, all of his tattoos in full view, only covered up by the drops of sweat on his body, the dazed look on his face reminding you of the dream you had the night before.

"Everything alright?" He asked with furrowed brows, and you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you quickly cleared your throat, closing your gaping mouth. His attention was soon taken by the cooler you were holding, his eyes now gleaming. "What's in there?"

"Oh, I brought popsicles." You said, fanning your face with the hope that Eddie would chalk it up to the weather, instead of your heart that was pounding against your chest. "Can I come in?"

"Sorry!" He said, stepping away from the door and letting you in. "The AC is busted, so the whole trailer feels like a furnace."

"I was actually wondering if you wanted to go outside somewhere. Like, maybe find someplace to swim."

"I like the way you think." He said, briefly pointing his finger at you with a smile on his face, and the dazed look was now long gone from his face. "You have any place in mind?"

"There's this one small beach I found, I've never really seen any people-"

"Sounds good!" He piped up, interrupting your sentence. "Wanna go? I can drive us." Eddie smiled, grabbing a shirt off the armchair and putting it on effortlessly.

"Already?"

"Unless you have something better to do?" He said, and when you shook your head, he took your hand into his. "Then let's go."

After spending fifteen minutes trying to guide Eddie to the beach, the two of you finally arrived, and as you'd expected, there wasn't anyone in sight. There was a faint orange tint to the sky, and you'd guess that the sun would start setting in a few hours, even though it was just as warm as it had been that morning.

"It's so pretty." You said with a wide smile, briskly putting down the cooler and starting to unbutton your shirt before looking up to the boy standing next to you stiffly. "You coming in?"

"Yeah."

"You can swim, right?" You said, furrowing your brows as you threw your shirt on top of the cooler, revealing your bikini top. "Because even though I worked as a lifeguard a few summer back, I really don't think I'd be able to save you."

"Of course! Yeah, definitely." He said, and the dazed look from before was back on his face as you took off your sandals along with your shorts, putting them with your shirt. "I'll just come in after you."

You nodded, making your way towards the lake, and as soon as you got in the water, you could feel a chill run down your spine, the cool water a welcome fix against the hot weather. You smiled, going deeper into the water until it reached your shoulders, turning back at the shore to look at Eddie who was now clumsily approaching you, his clothes now mixed with yours as he held two popsicles in his hand.

"I thought we could use these." He said as soon as he reached you, the water only reaching his chest, handing one of the popsicles to you. "I got you a watermelon one."

"It's my favorite. You know me so well." You said, snatching the red popsicle out of his hand, leaving him with the green one. "Apple?"

"Pear, I think." He chuckled, biting into his ice cream, making you shiver.

"I still don't get how you do that." You said, licking yours. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"No, your teeth are just weaker than mine." He grinned, licking his own popsicle. "Can I try yours?"

"As long as you don't take a bite out of it."

He tipped his popsicle towards you while you did the same, the both of you tasting the other person's popsicle.

"Mine is better." You grinned, and Eddie feigned offense at your statement by letting out a loud gasp. "How dare you?" He said in a high-pitched tone. "I'm fully serious. How dare you utter a blasphemous statement like that?"

"What are you gonna do? Execute me?"

"I just might." He said, and before you knew it, he had started splashing you with water while you tried guarding your popsicle like your life depended on it. "Come on, you're just gonna take it?"

As soon as you began splashing him with water, you could see that Eddie regretted egging you on, the two of you laughing almost in rhythm with the sound of the splashing water, occasionally eating your popsicles.

When you'd dragged yourselves back to the shore, your fingers had pruned, the sky was now a deeper tone of orange, and you could feel the air slowly getting cooler while the two of you laid on the sand, looking up at the sky with satisfied smiles on your faces.

"I wish every day could be like this." You said with a content sigh, propped up on your forearms.

"Awfully hot?"

"No! Fun."

"Well, obviously today would be fun. You spent it with me." He said with a self-satisfied smile while you scoffed, softly slapping his bare chest.

"Stop admiring yourself, Munson."

"For what it's worth, I also had fun today." He said, turning his head to look at you, "Just like every day I spend with you."

"That's so cheesy." You said, yet you felt your cheeks heating up, making you turn your head away from him. "If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna take you seriously."

"I was being serious."

You could feel his finger on your chin as he softly guided you to look back at him, your body following his guidance without even a second thought. Eddie looked down at your lips, his brown eyes lit up by the orange sky, your heart once again pounding against your chest as you studied each of his features, in awe of how beautiful he looked.

"You look so beautiful in this light." He said, as if reading your mind, your breath catching in your throat as soon as the words left his lips. "Can I kiss you?" His voice was quieter, and you could hear a small voice crack.

When you nodded, his lips were immediately on yours. Your head felt light on your shoulders, and every thought in your mind was gone when you felt his hand on your cheek, Eddie trying to pull you closer even with your body pressed to his.

As his lips moved together with yours, Eddie pressed his chest to yours, and you could feel his heart pounding against his chest in a similar way yours did, and when his lips finally left yours, the only thing to be heard was the heavy breaths exchanged between you, a wide grin on his face.

"I think the heat is starting to get to me." He said, breaking the silence.

"How come?"

"Because I can't help but want to kiss you again."

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

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Hi <3

I really love your content and i know i already texted you about this but i really need some Zoro comfort stories.

I am just thinking about y/n and zoro dancing in the rain on the Sunny in evening or night.

Love you and your stories, i really just read yours cause they are the best.

Hi lovely I'm so glad to finally be able to get to this request for you :)

Summer Rain

Zoro x reader fluff/comforting words

Warning: N/A

Summary: A wash of heavy rain flooded the sunny for days on end, turning the one bright and cheerful ship into a hidden cave. Stuck inside by Zoro's side, you express your woe of the weather, only to find yourself swept into a unexpected array of affection.

Word Count: 1,600

You watched the rain trickle down the window, slumping back in your seat with a heavy sigh. You caught the attention of your lover, averting his eye away from his vigorous training. There were few things that Zoro would pour his attention into in an instant; yourself being one of those few things.

"What's with the drama?" Zoro questioned, referring to your exhale. He dropped down the weight that once hung over his head, wiping away the beads of sweat that clung to his forehead.

"This weather is just so..." you fumbled for the right word, being careful not to pick something he wouldn't understand. You could tell he was watching, the cogs in his head slowly working, attempting to pick up on what you were trying to spit out.

"Wet?"

Well, at least he tried.

"Well yes" you admitted, turning to face him. You cupped your chin into your palm, leaning against the arm of the chair, carefully situated for your convenience when joining Zoro in the crows nest. You had proudly marked your space with a corner of your own, knowing the endless hours spent here to keep yourself occupied.

"But this weather also makes me feel sad"

"Then don't look outside"

"Gee, thanks" you rolled your eyes. "Why didn't I think go that?"

There was a beat where neither of you spoke, Zoro turning back to his weights as if the conversation had finished. He was hopeless on pressing for more questions, concluding if you wanted to talk you would state your mind; as much as it interrupted him.

"I feel like the weather and my mood are connected. When it's bright and clear I am happier, almost lighter, and when it's like this..."

"You sulk in a chair?"

You sighed again, agreeing with his statement.

Again it grew quiet, the patters of rain soothing over some white noise, the presence of Zoro the only stable item to keep you from drifting off. In a more perfect world you would love him to help, to question your sadness and make you feel more at ease. But why wait for perfection when you could have him, just the way he was. Because truely in the end there was nothing he could do to waver this feeling inside you, as much as you wished he could.

Or so you thought.

Continuing to watch, your eyes followed Zoro around the room, keeping track of his repetitions and calling out when he needed you. It was a quiet and rehearsed routine, one both of you had encountered many times before. You both fell into a rhythm of your days, intwined in a peaceful marriage that fit your lives in perfect harmony. It eased him to have you in his presence to support him, still unfamiliar to him in all aspects of his relationship with you; wishing to support you just as vividly.

Finishing off his session Zoro made his way to you, picking up his towel on the way. He gave a knowing look as he wiped his face over, gently bowing down to your level, pressing a swift peck against your lips. Despite his poor hygiene his scent was rather addicting, his natural odour underlying with sweet musk and metallic undertones from his swords. The closeness of his body never angered or disgusted you, despite what your friends thought, letting your bond become closer, almost soul-binding.

The grey of his eye swerved away from your face, glancing out the window with a smooth hum that vibrated against his lips. "I do have an idea".

Zoro stood back up, his smile now etched into a smirk, outstretching his hand to you. He was a man of few words, and when he had a look of confidence you knew better than to argue against his plan. Taking his hand in yours you could feel the harsh grooves and callouses tickle your skin, his finger wrapping around you to squeeze tight. He worked to pull you up, holding back his strength to let your rise naturally, showing his caring and nurturing side.

You followed Zoro as he lead you outside, the snap of cold wind whipping around you both as you stood on the wrap-around balcony. The rain came over you both in a stream, peppering your skin in delicate kisses of life. The ship stood grey, not a single body in sight, the wind whipping over the deck in a cloud of harmonious whistles. It was hauntingly beautiful, acting out like you were the only two still aboard the forgotten ship.

Your attention drifted as Zoro's body turned to you, letting you meet his face, beautifully lit by the cautious light behind the clouds above. He stayed unbothered by the pelting rain, like he needed the refreshment after his training. And you had no doubt he would count this as his weekly shower.

"Zoro?" you laughed, his body pulling you into his. You were still clueless of his plan, hoping he would give you some clarity to his strange behaviour leading you to both become soaked.

"Just trust me"

His hand found its way to your other hand, linking together in a hold. There was a bit of curiosity in his eye, looking around down below for any trace of your friends; hopeless to him in the thick of rain. Zoro had hoped nobody would dare embrace the rain as he did, giving you both the freedom and peace he was after.

Returning his gaze back down to you, Zoro stepped back, letting your arms swing out before returning you back to him, your body stepping forward. Pausing he waited for you to pull away to protest his idea, a slight squeeze of your hands assuring you would stay put.

Zoro's right hand let go of you, carefully holding his arm above your head as he moved, letting you spin under his arm and return back for him to hold you. His body swayed close to you, your bodies turning around in a small circle, stumbling to hold his grip at the rain picked up.

If it were anyone else, you were sure this wouldn't work, heightening your mood more by the uncomfortable damp that surrounded you. But Zoro acted as a shield, his body so large and comforting as he stood close, giving off a warmth that felt like fire running through you. His presence was enriching, showing you sides to himself that acted alien to his usual persona, feeling your love for him more. He was cautious and kind, making sure you knew how loved you were with him, and if he was to act a fool and dance for you that was something he was prepared to do.

Joining in his now obvious plan, you decided to match his dancing, a slight shiver encouraging you to move. You moved more clumsily around each other, tiptoeing around the balcony as you slipped. A string of laughter encapsulated you both as your twirled, your body spinning as you moved under his arm, retuning back to have him hold you before spinning once more. You were dizzy, unable to keep up with your changing surroundings, however, you didn't mind. It had been days where you had felt this happy, this content and free, wishing to stay trapped in this bubble with him.

Finding the way to the small of your back, Zoro placed his hand, attempting a rather incoherent slow-dance. He had no sense of rhythm or keeping in time but that refused to stop him taking charge of the dance. Your feet hopped over his, balancing over the caps of his shoes for stability, letting him move around in an out-of-time circle. The wind acted as a song, carrying you around in a sweet escape, unknown to anyone but the two of you; your own private paradise.

Zoro's back slammed into the wall of the crows nest, your face diving into his chest with a heavy smack. Laughing at your fall, he wrapped his arms around your body, keeping you still against his bare chest. His skin was now damp, ragged breathing indicating his refusal to continue, uncomfortably worn out. Reaching out you tightened your arms around his back, your head tilting up to rest your chin against him.

Instantly he was looking at you, that same loving and direct smile that warmed your stomach. His face was soft, unrecognisable, searching your own with every ounce of adoration as the first time he admitted he loved you.

Bashful, you looked away, luring yourself in his chest with a coy yelp. His chest quivered, leaning down to reach you as if you were too far away; his lips falling atop of your head.

"I love you, yeah? Whatever happens I will try and make the best of your struggles and help you to see there is nothing to be fearful or sad about"

He squeezed you, reassuring his words as he spoke louder, wishing to be heard over the rain. "I will always be here no matter what, and I will always make sure you are my priority, Y/n. I know I may shrug off your feelings somethings but I deeply care, and I will always love you, my girl"

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ywpd-translations · 9 months

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Ride 738: Towards to scorching hot stage!!

Pag 1

The climax of the training camp arc!!

Pag 2

The incandescent battle is starting!!

Sohoku, towards the Inter High!!

Pag 3

4: It's so hot

It's so hot suddenly!!

I can't do this anymore, I'll take a two hours break

I'm your buddy, so I'l also take a two hours break!!

5: The weather on the third day of training camp....

Pag 4

1: is scorching hot

Pag 5

3: Kakaka it's pouring out!!

Pouring out!!

5: Sweat!!

Pag 6

1: Finding shade and running like this seriously exhausts our stamina!!

2: Yeah!!

5: Murakamii!!

Pag 7

1: Yessir!

3: Thanks!!

Thank you!!

Pag 8

1: Kaa....!! Cold water feels so good...!!

Hyaaa.... it works..!!

2: The standard spots to pour water on yourself are face, head, and back, Onoda-kun

Putting it in yous stomach also feels so good, but

3: In one shot you'll upset your stomach and then a toilet hell will await you

O-okay!! Scary...

4: Alright, we're refreshed!! Let's raise the pace again, Onoda-kun!!

Okay!!

Pag 9

1: Naruko-san....

3: Incredible... the senpais aren't taking a break and keep running

Despite how hot it is...

4: By the way, have you noticed?

Huh?

Their jerseys

5: Since this training camp started, the senpais

6: have been wearing long-sleeved jerseys

Pag 10

1: Why!? Ah! It's true, Imaizumi-san... and Kaburagi-san too

They should just take it off, since it's so hot

2: Is it a way of training?

Like carrying a burden to power up?

A heavy burden

3: I'm sorry... my left knee hurts

Is that so?

4: I was overly optimistic... I thought that if I did a good job.... and succeed in this training camp, then I'd be one of the six members

But....

5: To overcome everything and keep fighting, you need physical preparation

6: Just being cunning won't open the way

7: I understand, I accept your retiring

But

Pag 11

1: You'll work behind the scenes for the last two days

There's a lot of work to do behind the scenes, and this time you'll do it with all your strength!!

3: If you want to become stronger, you have to study and watch other run, too

Observe, discover. There are things you can only discover when you're not pedaling

4: Not a single second is a moment you can't learn!!

5: It might be the first time I meet such an intense senpai...

“Learn”.... Naruko-san....

6: I want to become stronger, I'll do my best

Let's add ice

7: The jerseys have a meaning too, I'm sure

It's not just a careless burden

Pag 12

1: There's something!!

Human bodis have the ability to adapt

2: From spring to summer

3: From autumn to winter, we meet seasonal changes and adapt

We do it two times a year

4: The body naturally creates its own system to face the hot and cold according to the climate

5: Just like during summer the leaves grow green and thickly

6: While during winter the leaves fall

7: You can't see it with your eyes, bt our skin, bones, sweat glands, and muscles, go through dramatic changes

Pag 13

1: The proof is that, during summer, 10° are so cold you feel like freezing, but during winter it feels warm

2: To force that adaptation faster, that's the meaning of these long-sleeved jerseys!!

3: Adapting takes time. So we're adapting to heat earlier to prepare for the summer Inter High!! Our bodies too!!

4: Yeah!!

5: After all, this year's summer is gonna be our third Inter High!!

Pag 16

3: Kyushu, Kumamoto Prefecture, Mount Aso

Pag 17

1: Do you know? A long time ago.... they say that here, as far as your eyes could see, there was a hugh volcano surrounding this scenery

2: Huh, really?

When humans still hunted with stone tools

3: There were four big explosions and the mountain collapsed in the magma pit

4: With a diameter of 25km, it's the largest caldera in the world.... and it made this outer rim of the crater

So, the cities, roads, and fields we can see from here, inside the muntain?

Yeah

Pag 18

1: I can feel it, somehow....

The breath of the earth

2: With my whole body... yon!!

3: Fou!! Really!? I can only see this huge scenery....

!! No, I can feel it...!! Fou

Pag 19

1: This splendid scenery and steep slopes

2: This magnificent nature

3: An unpaved side road that appears from time to time

4: We came to.... inspect the race's course

5: and chose a “road bike”, but

6: Ah!! I get it!! I was thinking about it now!!

7: I wish we had bought our “mountain bikes”, yon!!

Fou!!

There's so many roads that make me want to run!!

I totally get that!!

Pag 20

1: Our third and last Inter High will be in the scorching hot Kyushu!! In the “land of fire”, Kumamoto

2: Mount Aso

Pag 21

1: will be our stage!!

Pag 22

1: It's gonna be a hot one, this Inter High!!

2: It's burning up

3: Our final last stage

Pag 23

1: Red like magma!!

2: Challenge!! The last Inter High!!

Yes!!

Yeah!!

Pag 24

2: At CSP, Sohoku High School racing team's training camp is 3 / 4 done

Everyone is riding at their buddy's pace

3: Many of the first and second years retired, but even so, the third day ended without any incident

4: Currently, there are 8 people in the top ranking who could be chosen as Inter High members

There's only the last day

5: The fourth day

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 738 #helloooo we're baaaack!!! god how i've missed yowapeda :') i was forgetting who i am without it for the past 3 weeks #i hope sensei had a good rest tho! just like i did lmao #anyway! literally nothing happens in this chapter lmao but!! gotta love the way sensei makes Kiji show up even when theres no need #he's showing up more than manami and midosuji at this point xD sensei created him and decided he never wanted to let him go #and honestly??? yes yes sensei pls keep going we love to see it we're also very much in love with Kiji Kyuui thank you #if you ever doubted that kiji will have a great role in the ih then think again bc watanabe will show him more than he'll show sohoku #the spotlight is all his #btw i also love what naruko said to murakami! nothing better than to see our boys act like the senpai they now are!#i loved how he basically said 'you have to practice you cant just be a little shit and hope for the best' lmao #(btw i know i have some asks and messages i still havent replied to! but i havent been home and tbh i havent been on tumblr much #but i promise ill reply to everything tomorrow!)

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eleni-cherie · 9 months

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 0.2

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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"So.. have you adjusted to the city life again?" Jimin asked, taking a sip from his cold drink. The fan blowing in the corner of the bar not doing much against the heat.

Yoongi hummed, glancing at him over the edge of his glass as he took a sip as well. Uncertain of how to answer such a banal but also difficult question. Had he?

"Not fully yet," he eventually sighed, deciding being honest with his friend. "And I guess the timing I picked doesn't make it easier."

It wasn't a secret that Yoongi didn't like temperatures above 25°C. Making him regret leaving the city at the end of winter instead of the beginning of summer.

"Aish, Yoongi, you're too dramatic," his younger friend laughed out, patting his shoulder over the table. "Summertime is the best time after all!"

"You only say that 'cause everyone's showing more skin with these temperatures.." Yoongi mumbled with a teasing smirk, causing Jimin to gasp.

"That's what you say." His eyes frantically looking around the place to make sure no one had heard him, continuing purposely in a louder tone then, "Remember, I'm not single anymore and soon becoming a dad. I'm not looking at other women anymore!"

"Save you breath," Arabella's voice suddenly rang from behind them, making Jimin tense up. And he turned around with a wide, innocent smile. "Bella-baby!"

She cocked a brow at him before sitting dpwn next to him. Pushing him with her hips to scoot a bit further into the booth. "Sorry for taking longer. Everyone's out with that weather.." she groaned. She leaned over the cool tabletop then, spreading her arms over it since it was a nice contrast to the heat outside.

Jimin poked her tired face with slight concern. "Aw, love, should I get you something cool to drink?"

"Yes, please," she whined, pouting at Jimin who was pouting back at her.

"Alright, give me a sec."

And with that he immediately got up and headed to the bar counter.

Arabella blinked an eye open then, smirking at Yoongi. "Aw, Yoongs, you must be dying right now," she giggled and sat up straight again. Pointing at the sweat beats on his forehead. He rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly . "A little."

"I know you'd prefer being on the mountains right now, but I'm actually glad you're back," she smiled at him before her brows knitted together. Taking a closer look on him. "Wait.."

"W-what?" he asked, puzzled about the sudden change in her demeanor.

"Your cheeks!" She reached over the table, pinching one of the said cheeks. Making him whine and gently slapping her hand away. "They're gone! Your chubby cheeks are gone!" She sunk back with a sulky expession and folded arms. "I liked your chubby cheeks. Didn't you eat enough in that temple you were staying at?"

His lips folded into a straight line. "I-I did."

"What did you?"

Jimin had returned, confused about what was going on that made his girlfriend look so upset. He sat a glass of cold ice tea in front of her before taking his previous seat. Sliding his arm around her shoulders.

"Ate enough. She thinks my cheeks aren't chubby anymore.." The older guy laughed under his breath, finding it somewhat ironic how much she cared about his eating habits. Who would have thought years back that a day like this would ever come. However, Yoongi's answer only confused Jimin more.

Arabella's pout grew as she glanced at him. "You need to eat more then, I want the chubby cheeks back."

"Bella, let the man eat as much as he wants," Jimin squeazed her shoulder with a giggle. He faced Yoongi then with an apologetic smile. "She suddenly wants to feed everyone and everything and gets obsessed with chubby things. I don't know where this comes from."

Well, he could think of a reason. But he thought those motherly insticts would only show up once she actually became a mother and not already during the pregnancy. Especially since the baby bump only now started showing up.

Yoongi waved his hand though, being actually amused by this side of Arabella. In the past she'd often tried to hide her caring side, acting indifferent and cool, so it was nice that she let her soft side out more now. Whether because of her hormones or because of her calmer life. She had changed and wasn't the cunning thief anymore who simply took advantage of his love-blind friend.

Yeah, he and Arabella got along much better now over the years.

So when Arabella and Jimin had decided to retire from thievery when finding out she was pregnant half a year ago, Yoongi and also Taehyung were more than supportive.

Especially since they weren't as young anymore as they'd been when first starting and besides, Taehyung wanted to finally settle down with Cassandra as well. And considering Yoongi hadn't started off as a thief from a young age like those two, only stumbling into that life when meeting them, he didn't mind much going back to only sword fighting.

Although one thing wasn't completely true: that Jimin and Arabella had completely retired from it.

"Oh, by the way," Yoongi said then, remembering something. A knowing smirk spreading over his features. "How was your weekend trip to the capital?"

Both Jimin and Arabella's heads shot up. Eyeing him suspiciously. "Who said we were there?"

Yoongi shrugged, folding his arms on the table and leaned over. "The news. What was it again this time? A golden necklace, if I remember correctly?"

"Shhh.." Arabella pressed a finger to her lips, looking around. Luckily the place was sparely visited during this hour.

Yoongi chuckled and sat back. "So it really was you two, huh?"

Jimin offered him a cocky grin. "You know.. people shouldn't underestimate a pregnant woman. Makes it even easier to distract and fool them."

Shaking his head, the older guy laughed under his breath. "Isn't it morally reprehensible to use a fetus for your steals?"

"Maybe, but I'm not gonna sit there for nine months and do nothing," Arabella huffed, giggling, "So it has to come along whether it wants to or not."

Perhaps it was easier for him and Taehyung to completely leave that life back since they hadn't been the actual thieves, rather the assistants. The real thieves had always been Jimin and Arabella.

"I mean, you do you," Yoongi shrugged, "I'm just glad you guys do well."

"Aww, that's so nice," Arabella cooed and pinched his cheek again. Earning another groan from him.

"Yoongi's always been the biggest softie among us," Jimin told her, grinning at the older guy then, "He just didn't like showing it so much. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah, whatever," Yoongi mumbled and hid his smile behind his glass, taking a larger gulp. The ice cubes having almost melted by now.

Jimin sighed then. "I'm still sorry I bailed on you guys last weekend for that heist though."

Yoongi shrugged, having already assured him it was fine since he was quite understanding in that aspect. "Seriously, it's alright. Me and Taehyung had a good time. And when he left, I sat a little longer, walked into someone I knew so we somewhat hung out together.. it's not like I was a total loner just because you couldn't make it and Taehyungie had to leave earlier."

He sat his glass down, puzzled to see his two friends staring at him with wide eyes. Making him frown. "What?"

"You met someone?"

His eyes grew wide at Jimin's question, only now registering his own words. "An.. acquaintance."

"And who is she?"

Yoongi swallowed, seeing both grinning at him now. "Who said it's a 'she'?"

"Your eyes sparkled a little when mentioning it."

Jimin and his ability to analyse everyone and look right through them again. Practical in heists, unbelievably annoying in their friendship.

"Fine, yeah, it was a girl I helped out a week earlier," he shrugged, sounding as non-chalantly as possible since the two made a bigger deal out of it than it was, "I ran into her again last weekend and guess, helped her out again. That's it."

Jimin nodded, another question popping up in his mind. He restrained himself from asking it though. So it was even more surprising when Arabella said it out loud instead. "Is she hot?"

The two men looked at her astonished, causing her to frown puzzled. "What? I'm just curious 'cause he never gets involved with anyone. At least I've never seen him going out with anyone. That's why I assume she must be hot."

"First of all," Yoongi said then, coughing, "My private life is no one's business."

Arabella rolled her eyes at this.

"Second of all, we didn't go out. We randomly walked into each other." Well, technically he'd run after her, but those were just minor details they didn't have to know. "And third of all -" He paused abruptly, realising he didn't know hot to continue. However, there wasn't a reason to hold back and not simply admit it. "Yeah, she's hot. But that doesn't matter. I'd have helped her either way."

"I know for a fact that you would," Jimin nodded, knowing Yoongi long and well enough to know he'd have helped anyone. Not just hot women in need. "So when are you meeting her again?"

Yoongi slowly began getting fed up with this interrogation. "Guys!" he sharply said, interrupting them from proceeding with their questions with a short slam on the tabletop. "Yeah, I found her.. intriguing and I guess she also, I don't know, liked me. But she might've left the city by now so there's no point for you to fantasize."

The couple sank into their seats, seemingly disappointed hearing it, which only confused him more to why they were so invested in his private life. Then again, these two had always been the nosiest one of his friends. Maybe Cassandra also a little, sometimes at least.

He really missed Taehyung right now.

"But she might still be here right?" Arabella asked then, her face lightning up at the small hope, "Text or call her to find out."

Yoongi scoffed, arching a brow at her. "Really?"

"Yeah, obviously! It's been a few days, so it wouldn't seem clingy. Do it!"

Jimin shrugged, emptying his drink. "Bella's right, it could be worth a shot."

He couldn't argue with that and it'd be a lie if he said he hadn't already thought of texting her multiple times these past days. Still, he was contemplating whether doing so would be a good idea. Sure, they had all retired from thievery and tried living a normal life there - at least most of them - but that didn't change the fact that outside of Taiwan he was a wanted criminal. Uncertain if getting involved with anyone, even if it ended up as just a mere fling, would be a wise. Especially since she seemed to have her own issues going on. Issues bigger than herself.

"C'mon, what are you waiting for?"

He groaned annoyed, eventually giving into her pleads and took his phone out. Not expecting much when typing a simple text to her. Soyeon having most likely left town anyway.

yoongi (6:53pm): hey

He put the phone down again. Not expecting much to come out of this until his phone suddenly vibrated. Taking all three off-guard. Someone was calling him.

"Answer! What are you waiting for!"

"Uhm." He quickly grabbed it and stood up. Rushing outside to accept it.

"Hello?"

"Yoongi?"

His lips tucked into a smile when hearing her voice. "Hey."

He heard a relieved sigh on the other phone line then.

"I'm so sorry. I know you said if something happens I could call but.. I wasn't sure if you'd actually meant it and.. and.."

Her words made him instantly frown. And he noticed her distressed tone. Her voice shaky and also hushed, as if she tried not to be heard by anyone. His fingers tightening around the device as a hot flash spread inside him. "Soyeon, what happened? Where are you?"

She dragged a breath. "Okay, this might sound weird but.. I'm in the bathroom stall of a restaurant somewhere downtown, near the main square. But I don't know which one."

"You.. seriously?"

"Yeah.." she laughed out weakly, recognising the absurdity of the situation. "And I can't go out and have someone see me like this. So I'm kinda stuck here.."

"Okay, I'll come and pick you up."

She inhaled sharply. "Really?"

"Yeah, just might take some time to find you.." he chuckled and she couldn't help but smile at the sound of his laugh. Relieved that he didn't call her crazy and instantly hung up on her instead.

"I'll be waiting. It's not like I got anywhere else to go.."

"Good, just stay where you are."

He ended the call, looking up at the cloudless sky. He sighed.

Just what did she get herself into again?

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"Soyeon?"

It was the fifth restaurant bathroom he checked out by now. He had gone to more, but most didn't have stalls, which limited the possible places. Walking into women's restrooms hadn't been a pleasant way to pass time. Only earning him weird looks and yells.

"Yeah?" he heard a voice squeak from behind a locked door and he exhaled. Finally having found her.

He walked up to the stall and knocked. The clicking of the doorknob being turned echoing against the tiles. The door cracked open then, Soyeon peeking from behind it, covering half of her face.

"Hey," she smiled awkwardly, "So you managed finding me after all."

"I said I would, didn't I?" Noticing her hesitating from coming out, his smile faded. "Is everything okay?"

"Uhm yeah, just.." Her lips folded with an insecure look. Making him frown. He lightly pushed the door then to see what was going on. His breath hitching.

Her arms and hands were covered in scratches and grazes and there was an incised wound on her forehead, a thin trail of blood lining the side of her face.

"Soyeon, what the fck happened? You're bleeding."

"I'm not bleeding," she retorted casually, feeling suddenly small under his appalled stare. "It's just a small cut."

"Small? That definitely needs stitches."

She pressed her jaw together and looked away. She didn't like being vulnerable and weak. She didn't like asking others for help. However, there she was having this guy help her for a third time now. A guy she barely knew and found insanely attractive. Feeling embarrassed would be an understatement.

"It's okay, really. I can take care of that later," she said then, playing her insecurity off. She couldn't go to the hospital with that and risk them asking questions and call the police. "I just need a way to get past the people outside in the restaurant. They'd probably freak and call the cops if they saw me like this."

"Maybe calling the cops wouldn't be a bad idea," he said, his brown eyes carrying deep concern. Making her swallow hard. Shaking her head, she tried playing it off with a laugh. "No, it's okay. Just help me get out, that's the last favour I'm gonna ask you today. I promise."

He huffed, finding her behaviour irrational, although somewhere understandable. His friends and him hadn't been much better in the past either. So he dragged a sigh, his expression softening. "How did you even get inside here in the first place?"

She pointed at the small window at the back. "I saw it being open when I ran into the back alley. But while hiding here, an employee came and locked it with a key, so I couldn't leave from there again."

He nodded understanding. "Alright, get back inside there and wait. I'll look for something to cover you up."

With a pout she waddled back into the stall, locking it behind her.

As promised, Yoongi returned not too long after. Holding a cardigan and a bucket hat he had bought from a shop near by.

He put the hat on her head and lightly pulled it down, enough to cover the ugly cut. Soyeon blushed under the close proximity, even if it hadn't been the first time. He handed her the cardigan then and while she slid it over her body, he took some paper towels and wetted them at the sink. He turned around then, biting back a laugh at how adorable she looked in that big cardigan. Sleeves way too long for her arms, hanging losely. He coughed instead as it'd have been highly unfitting to laugh considering the situation. Still, she noticed. "What?"

"Nothing, you just look kinda cute," he shrugged, ignoring her widening eyes as he wiped the blood from the side of her face with the paper towel. He tossed it into the bin then, facing her again. "Ready?"

"Y-yes, I think so."

He grabbed her hand over the sleeve then and gently tucked her out of the restrooms. Peeking out at the restaurant first, making sure no one was looking at their direction.

The restaurant was quite crowded, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, Yoongi knew from experience. More people meant they'd stand out less and wouldn't receive much attention.

"Alright, avoid any eye-contact and just walk casually. Got it?"

She nodded quickly and they walked out into the filled space. Waiters rushing around, taking orders or serving tables. Guests arriving or leaving. Loud chatter filling the atmosphere. They passed by everything and in no time reached the entrance and stepped out. Breathing in the warm evening air.

They continued the same way outside as well. Casual walk, no eye-contact as he lrd her to his car a few blocks away. Still holding her hand firmly. As if he wanted to assure her that everything was alright. Only when he unlocked the vehicle, he let go of her. Leaving a tingling feeling on her skin. She followed him inside then, letting out a long breath.

"Seriously, thank you so much. I owe you.. again." She pulled the hat off and lowered the sun visor, taking a better look on the cut in the small mirror, gasping lightly. It was much bigger than she thought. She hadn't even noticed the dryed blood along her temple. Traces of it still there as he had missed to clean everything. "I'll buy you all the drinks you want, I swear."

Yoongi didn't reply though. His eyes laying on her with lasting worry as she touched the wound, flinching. He shook his head then as an old memory crept back into his mind. And he started the engine, driving off.

When they reached a red light, he stopped and reached for his phone in his pocket. Calling a number and waiting for the dial tone to end.

"Yeh." Taehyung's way of answering the phone making him almost laugh out.

"Hey, is Cas home?"

"Uhm, yeah why?"

"Can I talk to her for a second?" He side-eyed Soyeon, making sure she didn't suspect anything. He heard shuffling on the other end of the line and Taehyung's muffled voice. Being replaced by a soft female one seconds later. "Hey, what's up?"

He sighed. He really hated asking her for that favour, feeling like he'd take advantage of her. He didn't have much of a choice though. And besides, he knew Cassandra would most likely feel comically offended if he didn't come to her with this.

"I could need your skills. I know you aren't our personal doctor, but I got this.. friend, and she can't go to the hospital with that."

Soyeon's head instantly snapped at his direction when hearing that. "Yoongi, I said it's okay."

He ignored her, continuing speaking to Taehyung's wife.

"Oh, Yoongs, what happened?" Cassandra asked worried.

"It's nothing major, just.. a cut." The light turned green and he drove again. Hearing Cassandra sighing on the other phone line. "Yes, of course, bring them over and I'll take a look."

"Thank you, Cas. I owe you."

"You know exactly you don't," she giggled, "See you soon."

Yoongi ignored Soyeon's angry glare when he hung up. And she shook her head in disbelief.

"You don't need to worry for me."

"Well, but I do," he deadpanned, glancing at her briefly before focusing back on the road, "And you're being an idiot right now. This wound might get infected or leave a scar. It's better to let my friend take care of it, she's a doctor."

Her lips parted, staring at him speechlessly. Never had someone called her an idiot while being this concerned about her at the same time. Usually she'd have yelled at someone for patronising her like this. But she didn't this time. She simply sat back silently. Glancing at the cut in the side-mirror. Maybe he wasn't wrong after all.

"So.." he began then, carefully not to provoke her as his eyes were calmly laying on the road, "Will you tell me how you ended up with those grazes and cuts?"

She heaved a sigh, her eyes wandering outside at the passing buildings. "Guess you deserve an explanation."

"I think so, too."

"Long story short, these jerks showed up in front of my door and the only way to escape was to climb from my balcony to the neighbour's. They weren't home though, which was probably better as they'd have probably thought I was insane. But this led me to smash their glass door and.. yeah."

"Pretty adventurous."

She shrugged. "Call it survival instincts."

"And will you now also tell me why they're after you in the first place?" he smirked.

"Nope," she grinned mischieviously, making him raise a brow at her.

"No?"

"Mhm, maybe later."

He laughed dryly, shaking his head while turning to another street.

She was indeed quite a mystery.

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next chapter: 0.3 here

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kitsune-pop · 10 months

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CW P!SS MUSK SWEAT

It's a beautiful day out, and after a week of storms I not letting it go to waste! Slipping on my favorite dress and heading out to go to my favorite park, I immediately hit the humid Texas summer air and started to sweat. But I'm not letting a bit of heat keep me cooped up any more! Even when my dress sticks to my back by the time I get to my car, cranking up the AC should take care of that problem! It is really hot though, and I could afford to stop by a fast food place for a quick drink!

Of course getting stuck behind someone ordering for an entire family isn't fun, and it looks like traffic is picking up, but it's no problem? Even if this hundred degree weather is putting my AC to the test, I finally get my large drink and hit the road! And sit in traffic. For forty minutes. Ugh.

Finally, I'm at the park! My drink barely made it halfway through traffic, but nevermind that, I'm here to enjoy myself! Walking through nature always puts my mind at ease, listening to the forest breathe and grow is music to my ears! I barely care that the heat is making me sweat like crazy, I'll just put my hair in a ponytail to keep it from sticking! Although I can't do as much for my dress sticking to my back.

I barely notice the time pass until I get to my favorite part of the park; the turtle pond! A family is just now leaving, so I have the place to myself to relax and take in the sights. It's so peaceful here, and sitting on one of the benches in the shade gives me a much needed break. As I listen to the pond gently splash and watch the turtles float around, I tug at my dress collar to try and get it unstuck from my chest. I'm immediately hit with powerful girlmusk; looks like I forgot my deodorant. I knew I was forgetting something this morning! A quick sniff of my pits confirms it, I am one stinky girl. Oh well, it's just me here, and I'm gonna enjoy this park, stink or no stink! Relaxing, I close my eyes and let the gentle sounds of nature wash over me... and feel a familiar twinge between my legs. Frowning, I try to ignore it, but it looks like that large drink decided to hit my bladder all at once. I want to stay a while longer, but there's nothing stopping me from coming back after a quick trip to the restroom . So I hop up, brush some bark that stuck to my sweaty legs, and make my way to the restroom that's a little bit further up the trail.

...And find that it's closed, the roof caved in from the storms last week. Crap. You know that thing where it feels like your bladder knows it's close to a toilet, so it tries to let it all out? Yeah, that's what's happening right now. I clench my legs together, trying to hold on. I could go to another restroom that's a little further in, but that one might be out of order too! I passed by the restroom by the front gate, and that one looked fine, but that's almost a twenty minute walk away! I'll never make it!

...No, mama didn't raise a quitter. I've been going to this park for years, I know all the side paths and shortcuts. I can make it. I clench my stomach and start power walking down the path, really starting to sweat now. Between the heat, stress and physical exertion I'm absolutely drenched. My collar is dark with sweat and my dress is sticking to my back and legs, making walking even harder. To top it all, my stomach feels like it's going to burst from how bad I have to pee, and it feels like it's starting to distend from how full my bladder is! I hop off the trail, slipping through some denser trees to shorten my trip. I hope I can make it!

My bladder gives a sudden clench, and I'm forced to stop, squeezing my thighs together as hard as I can to keep from peeing myself. I look up and through the tears in my eyes I see an info board! I'm almost there! I limp forward, glancing at the board to see where I was- WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M AT THE FAR END OF THE PARK!? The board clearly points to the back end of the park with a helpful "you are here" message attached. I must have taken a wrong turn while I was walking! I get another bad cramp and lean against the board, sweating and gasping as I try to hold myself together. I see on the map that there's another restroom just down the trail; I have to get there and hope it isn't closed like the last one!

I hobble down the path, clenching my thighs as tight as I can, hoping o .ake it on time. As I cross a little bridge over a creek, one more cramp sends me to my knees. I gasp, squeezing with all my strength to try and hold it in. I don't want to ruin my favorite dress! But I don't think I can make it. Maybe I should... No! This is a public park, someone could see! Another cramp, stronger than the last, brings tears to my eyes and a small groan. I'm at the back of the park, and I haven't seen anyone since the turtle pond. Look, it's this or pee yourself and have to sit in it on the trip home.

Pushing myself to my feet, I waddle over to the edge of the bridge, glancing around nervously. I don't see or hear anyone, and I've reached my limit. Hiking up my dress, I pull my panties down and immediately smell the powerful musk coming from my hairy balls. I was cooped up for a week, there wasn't any reason to keep up with shaving! I grab my girlcock, aim it, and release. I have to stifle a moan as the stream burst from me, making a perfect golden ark. I glance around as more and more piss flows from me, the stream lasting several seconds as my bladder relaxes. I can feel my stomach return to its original size as my bladder empties, my stream slowing to a trickle, and then a dribble. I give my girlcock a few shakes to make sure I got it all out, pull up my panties and let my dress drop back down.

Turning, I hum to myself as I make my way towards the front of the park. It's such a beautiful day, and now that my emergency is taken care of there's no reason not to enjoy my day at the park, right?

#p!ss k!nk #p!ss kink #musk k1nk #musk k!nk #sweaty girl #mtf nsft #trans nsft

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larytello · 5 months

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I don't see enough people (none at all) talking about these specific "the challenge of sleeping when it's way too hot" issues: People with sensory issues and people with physical "I have no control over it" issues.

Let me explain bc this is what's happening to me these last nights and it's making me exhausted all day long simply because I seem to NOT HAVE A SINGLE GOOD NIGHT OF SLEEP as of lately with all this heat. Under "keep reading" because it got a little longer than I expected.

1- I'm not sure if this should be counted as a sensory issue bc neurotypicals around me often invalidate it, but I don't sleep well if I'm not covered. Like, I don't feel safe, my brain just absolutely REFUSES to relax to allow me to rest. I need a cover, a blanket, no matter if it's big/heavy/fluffy or just the thinnest bedsheet ever - I just need something OVER me in order to feel ok enough to sleep comfortably. And this is a big issue™ when it's way too fucking hot at night and you can't cover yourself without melting in a sweat puddle sticking to your bed in a matter of a few minutes.

"Well, if it's so hot, you can turn on the fan or an AC if you got one!" Aaaaaand that's where we get into issue #2

2- Everytime I fall asleep, since forever, both my eyes and my mouth hang open. Really. My eyes stay half open when I sleep and I spend ALL FUCKING NIGHT not blinking as much as I should - they shouldn't even stay open when I sleep at all so there's that too. It's a wonder how I still don't need glasses and my sight is still somewhat perfect tbh. And of course there's nothing I can do about it. I'm asleep for fucks sake.

But then again, what happens when you have a fan or an AC on you while you sleep with eyes and mouth hanging open and you can't consciously keep them fucking shut as they should? They DRY. THEY FUCKING DRY. I wake up with eyes and throat stinging, dry saliva on the corners of my lips actively hurting them because when I move my lips upon waking up, they crack the skin and it HURTS as a bitch. I need to blink for several minutes, sometimes use eyedrops to help with my eyes, they hurt a lot too. And I hate the sensation of those eyedrops. They "taste" bad in my eyes.

So literally, during tropical summer plus global warming and the weather going crazier EVERY PASSING YEAR, every night is a not funny game of choosing if I keep the fan on and sleep with a cover (which makes me still feel like I'm melting even with the fan on me 🥵), or do I sleep without a cover for the temperature to be tolerable but then my body refuses to relax and I can't sleep well one way or another???? Btw I'm poor, my house doesn't have an AC, but I tried to sleep with an AC at my aunt's several times and I couldn't fucking SPEAK the next day. Which is a damn problem when you're a teacher.

And people wonder why I'm exhausted all day long lately. No wonder, I can't sleep well. Even if the fan is not directed to my head, the wind still goes around in the room and the slightest breeze is enough to dry my eyes when I'm not blinking them BECAUSE I AM ASLEEP.

Not to mention I'm currently STILL the sole provider of income to this house of three since 2019 by selling commissions (and I'm a slow artist at that) and only this year I got a "job" as an English teacher but I'm not paid not even a minimum wage because it's not an "official" job, it's more like internship and I get paid a certain amount for each class I teach in the period. It's nowhere near enough to cover the house bills, food and cleaning supplies (and medicine), I'm now panicking thinking about how Summer didn't even REALLY start yet here in Brazil but I'm already dreading the energy bills to come these next months as we're keeping two fans on in the house at almost all times. Also I don't get paid by the end of December and January because there's no classes to teach in this period. And still gotta wait to finally get paid by the end of February after teaching all month long. Three months without money while the Summer fries us and the bills will skyrocket.

Thank you big corporates who didn't give a fucking shit about global warming warnings in the previous decades, thank you global leaderships who keep doing those beautiful meetings with heartfelt speeches about how we need plans and action to slow down and/or cease the impeding doom but never did anything for real. It's always all words and no action. Guess you never thought you'd live to see the consequences of your lack of actions, huh? There's been a SANDSTORM in the Amazon Rainforest and the rivers are drying out killing animals AND PEOPLE and there hasn't been any rain in the RAINFOREST for over a month. The North and Northeast of South America are dying so hot it's been and it just keeps getting hotter. Two days straight Brasil beats its own record of energy consumption. Congratulations, really, you done fantastically fucked up I can't even think of words to describe it.

I've been awake for two hours and half and my eyes are still stinging.

#Rant #Global Warming #Brasil #Brazil #Sensory issues #Idk how else to tag this #I like summer NOT GLOBAL WARMING

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nodirectionhome-ao3 · 2 months

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if you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3 (pssst one day I’ll be normal when talking about KSFM…but today isn’t that day 😏😅)

Nena, my pal, you know you never have to be normal when talking about KSFM to me! 😅😅 I know I'm never normal about it!!!

As for the three facts...here's what I've got:

I can play piano and clarinet (not well but well enough for me)

I have absolutely no sense of direction. Like genuinely. I've gotten lost in my own neighborhood before. (more than once I think) and, with the exception of the places I go regularly, I can't really go anywhere without gps. I just can't visualize maps in my head at all!

I can handle extreme cold without too much trouble, but I vehemently dislike warm weather. Anything above 70° F (21°C ish) is just too warm. I want to wear a big chunky sweater and be cozy with a warm drink! I hate wearing summer clothes and I hate sweat!😅

#about me #i also don't really like the sun lol #give me a cloudy day and i'll be happy😅

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oomuns · 2 years

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chocolate milkshake

pairing — kim sunwoo x gn!reader

tags — fluff, a few curse words, sunwoo, eric, and you are close friends, pining!sunwoo, i wasn't planning to make it this long but i got carried away so 1.1k words <3 t_t

to say that the weather feels hot today is an understatement. to quote sunwoo, "it feels like you're in satan's asshole" (to which you punch his arm for giving you a visualization that you didn't ask for).

you don't remember whose idea it was to go to an amusement park at 12 pm on a hot summer day. it's not like you could even attempt to remember anyway; the heat is causing your brain to hotwire and all you can think of is dumping a bucket of iced water over your head.

"it's so hot today," you whine, complaining for the nth time. you fight against the urge to lean back against the bench since it might cause your clothes to stick against your sweat-slick back.

"you know why it's hotter than usual?" eric asks.

unlike you, eric sits comfortably with his back resting against the bench, paying no mind to the clothes clinging on to his skin. you eye his muscle tank enviously. you should've worn something like that.

"no."

he pops a piece of cotton candy that he tore off into his mouth. "it's because i'm here."

you stare blankly at eric, to which he responds with a shameless grin.

"what were you talking about?"

you look up, squinting a bit before your eyes adjust to the bright lighting. sunwoo stands before you, with a glorious chocolate milkshake in his hand. you gulp at the sight.

"nothing." you answer. "eric was being annoying. as usual." you scoot a little in your seat, letting sunwoo sit in between you and eric.

"so nothing out of the ordinary."

"yeah."

"i'm sitting right here, you know," eric chimes in.

sunwoo looks at him pointedly. "we know."

eric scoffs before eating another piece of his cotton candy. both of you snicker at his response.

conversations (and bickering) between the three of you continue as per usual, but your eyes are still trained on sunwoo's beverage. droplets of water roll off the plastic surface, making you wonder how refreshing it would be to gulp the drink down your parched throat.

as if on cue, sunwoo takes a sip of his milkshake, and you can only watch as his adam's apple bob up and down as he drinks. groaning internally, you regret refusing to go stand in a long line and buy drinks with sunwoo. the queue would've been worth it.

sunwoo isn't oblivious to your longing stare. in fact, he's noticed it ever since he approached you and eric. he's been patiently waiting for you to ask him for a sip yourself; that was until he's grown tired of the miserable expression on your face. "y/n."

"hm?"

sunwoo smiles in amusement. your eyes are still on his milkshake, even when he called your name. "my eyes are up here."

you blink, finally making eye contact with him. "right."

sunwoo surpresses a laugh, overcome by cuteness when you frown involuntarily. "you thirsty?" he outstretches his hand, offering you his drink.

your eyes shine. you look like you just won five million dollars when all sunwoo did was offer you his drink. "really?"

he nods his head. it didn't take you long for you to register his approval. you immediately take a few gulps of the cold, sugary drink as he holds the cup still for you.

sunwoo freezes. he knows this isn't a big deal. it shouldn't be a big deal. but he feels like there's something intimate about you drinking from a cup that he's still holding instead of taking it from him beforehand. or maybe it's not that big of a deal and he's just overthinking it.

you pull away, and sunwoo quickly recovers from his frozen state. but much to his confusion, instead of grinning and thanking him, your eyebrows are knit together. "sunwoo, i think you need to get your milkshake away from me. i might finish it."

he laughs and then shrugs. "i don't mind."

you ignore him. sunwoo watches your eyes travel from him to his drink, and then to the line in front of the shop selling cold beverages. "i think i'm gonna go get my own."

"i'll get another one. you can have mine." sunwoo offers while he watches you stand up and collect your things.

you stay motionless for a bit, considering his offer. still, you shake your head. "no, it's okay. i want to try a different flavor anyway."

nodding, he lets you go without saying another word. he watches your retreating back as you walk to the far end of the line. you catch his eye and give him a small wave and a grin. sunwoo smiles back, his heart missing a few beats.

"dude."

sunwoo jumps in his seat. he has completely forgotten about eric's existence, who's sitting right next to him. eric sniggers at his reaction while sunwoo turns to him with a bored expression. "what?"

"you are so obvious."

"shut up." sunwoo rolls his eyes.

he regrets telling eric about his crush on you. at first, sunwoo gave him the benefit of the doubt. he believed that maybe, eric is going to be an amazing wingman for him and help him out. but to be perfectly candid, he's been nothing but a pain in the ass.

a few seconds of silence pass, and eric's lips morph into a smirk.

sunwoo knows that smirk. it's the 'i-know-something-you-don't' smirk. he has to hold himself back before he tries to punch the smirk off eric's face. "god, whatever you're gonna say, just say it. the look on your face is really annoying me."

"are you sure you want me to-"

"eric, for fuck's sake-"

"okay, okay! fine." eric throws his hands up in defense. and then he smirks. again. "you just shared a straw with y/n."

sunwoo cocks an eyebrow, wordlessly asking eric to continue.

eric sighs, mumbling an insult to sunwoo's intelligence under his breath. "meaning... you just indirectly kissed them."

eric's laughter becomes white noise as sunwoo realizes the shared indirect kiss between the two of you. his mind turns blank, his heartbeat rapidly beating in his ears. heat travels up to his face when his eyes unknowingly went back searching for you and met yours. you tilt your head, confused with his expression.

after shaking his head at you, sunwoo angrily whips his head to face eric again. "thanks a lot, man. really," he says flatly, a deadpan expression on his face.

eric snorts. it's funny that he's still trying to seem nonchalant when the obvious tinge of red is coloring the tips of sunwoo's ears. "no problem. but maybe actually mean it next time."

"fuck you."

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dionysianchub · 10 months

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Hey man this isn't specifically a kink question, but I finally got my T consult scheduled! I'll be doing it at the end of the month. You got any tips for a guy starting T? Roughly what to expect at the first visit? And the all important trans gainer dude question: how good are the T munchies bc I have heard of this existing and I. HOPE. for this

Well first of all, congratulations!! How exciting for you. 💜 I know the trans journey is a personal one and not everyone wants to go the hrt route, but for me it was so affirming just *having* it; being able to go through the weekly ritual of taking my injections (my "boy juice" as I call it) and knowing I'm actively doing something that would help me achieve some of the physical goals I wanted for myself. It was life-changing for me.

Off the top of my head, here are some things you will probably want to be ready for:

You will be a *sweaty* boy. I remember hearing this and thinking "I have always ran warm and am constantly overheated. How much worse can it really get?" Worse, as it turns out. Idk if you're a warm weather lover, and if you are, you might notind. I'm a winter person and I'd say my cozy zone dropped from 70 to like 65. I would recommend arming yourself with some products to help with sweat and chafing (which you might already have, being a gainer) and just prepare for summers to get a little warmer once your hormones hit the target levels. I have found that lighter moisture wicking fabrics are a bit of a lifesaver these days for keeping me cool outdoors.

Acne. Again, one I've always struggled with anyways, but never body acne like I have now. It took about a year to really become an issue but I have several acne prescriptions now for my back and chest. Benzoyl peroxide and salicylic acid products are easy things you can get over the counter as both ointments and body wash type products from places like target and Amazon, and I highly recommend them.

Changes will take time. I remember feeling like nothing was happening the first 6 months of treatment, but this is because that was the initial micro-dose phase my doctor had me on. Once I was cleared to take full doses each week changes came pretty steadily.

Your patience will be rewarded, and you will find euphoria in the little things. I'm about a year and a half into my full doses (coming on two years since I started) and my facial hair has gone from the wolverine mutton chops I had last year to the beard you see now, and it's still coming in. My voice has dropped substantially, which I didn't fully realize until I tried to sing one of my favorite songs and my voice cracked. I've gone from a soprano to more of a baritone. My fat has shifted from my legs to my gut (a nice bonus for a gainer!). Even my hairline has changed into a more masc appearance (more angular and less rounded like is typical in afab people) - which freaked me out at first, I thought I was losing my hair when I first noticed the change 😂 Everyone's body is different but these are the most common changes you can expect with long term T treatment. And every little change has made me feel more and more like what I feel inside. I hope you find that too!

As far as T munchies go, I am probably the worst person to ask because I have always had a massive appetite 😅 But I doubt the whole thing about teen boys eating a ton is without merit, and this is in essence a second puberty lmao.

For real though, I hope you find the same self actualization I did and I wish you the best in your journey! 💜 If you have any other questions about any of this or just need to talk to someone, my DMs are open to you!

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clutterfield · 2 years

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GHOST BUSTERS

FratBoys! BTS x Comatose! Reader

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Synopsis

You get into a freak accident and wake up to your body surrounded by seven crying men. Or your unrequited love doesn't seem so unrequited after all.

Chapter warnings

Angst, Panic Attacks, Cussing

Chapter Rating: T (For Teen Audiences and Up)

Chapter 1 : The Girl in the Attic

"You mother fucking bitch! You think I'm done with you?"

The empty screams from below are a sordid wake up call to your fifteen-year old mind. Lazy eyes zone in on the lone figure of an old man carrying a weathered baseball bat--something that might have belonged to his son back in the day-- waving it about like the madman he was.

It was sad, really what happened to him.

He wasn't always like that like most people who go insane are not.

He was a former war veteran. War shock they said.

The medicine was too expensive for the family to cope with-- seven bucks a piece-- and health care in your area was shit so they couldn't maintain his sanity and left him to rot at home alone.

With you.

And now he roams the suburb's streets like the Bogeyman, scaring children to death.

Or giving you a mini heart attack.

One time when you were left alone (your parents were workaholics so you tended to be left to your own devices at home most of the time, particularly during summer vacation) you found him scaling the back wall of your mother's dainty kitchen and in your fright, you had developed a morbidly horrific bout of panic attacks.

At first your parents had merely scoffed, taking it for granted, and yet witnessing you practically have a mental breakdown inside a McDonald's, lungs gasping for air, did your mother grudgingly take a leave of absence to monitor your state.

Eventually your hysterical episodes dwindled largely owing to the fact that there was a lull in the chaos that surrounded you.

Until today.

You were home alone once more and the old man was at it again and despite having double checked to see if all your doors and windows were locked, there was no stopping an armed and deranged maniac from smashing one of your living room windows just so he could get in.

You couldn't help the slight tremble to your frame, lashes fluttering, cold sweat breaking out of your bones as you slowly inched back, just in time for the old man to look up directly to the small attic window where you were huddled, crouched down like a meek mouse.

Afraid to even make a sound.

The LCD of your father's old phone-- a hand me down for you to call with in cases of emergencies (and emergencies only, Hun, mum and I are very busy people), lights up with a text.

Hey, you up for a movie at our place?

-Jeongguk

Ah, your seven adorkable, pain in the ass childhood friends.

You shake your head as if Jeongguk could see you...well, if they could see you now, you don't know what lengths they would go to protect you.

They may be severely annoying sometimes but they were fiercely loyal to you for some reason.

You chalked it up to being the only girl who fit in with the ragtag group of rowdy boys.

"Kinda saving my ass here, Guk," you mutter out a sigh, only to become stilted when a crash resounds from downstairs.

Well shit if it isn't that one of your worst nightmares come true.

Heart furiously pumping with unbidden adrenaline, your courage rising to the surface, you peep at the crosswalk and spy the absence of the lunatic (of course, YN because he is fucking inside your house right at this moment).

Okay, you've got this. You've planned this for a damn long time.

You think to yourself.

And just as the man's chuckles reach your ears, you take a leap of faith and soundlessly climb down the fire escape, jumping to your feet on the soft patch of grass beneath your socked feet, a welcome to discomfort in your haste.

You weren't dying. Not today anyway.

With fueled limbs, you run through the expanse of your parents' well mowed lawn, huffing and puffing until you spot the familiar mansion that was everybody's talk of the town some years ago (and up to now) when it was just being built to house a single dad with his insanely huge adopted family.

You push the heavy gates open after a scan of the thumb (your best friends' father was a big shot CEO of some music company) and hear it shut close behind you, wondering where the guards were as there was no one to greet you like usual.

"Guys!" You whisper hiss through the ringer, not wanting to draw attention to yourself or the old man might come running out to find where the noise was coming from, and the door thankfully flies open.

"YN?!"

You wheedle against seven bodies resembling a frightened animal, quickly locking the massive doors and slump against them, out of breath and dead tired.

Unbeknownst to you however were the seven pairs of eyes crouched down to your level, gentle hands lifting you in a bridal carry, up, up the entwine of stairs and into someone's bedroom.

The familiar sound of the biometric security locking in place all over the house has you shifting your exhausted gaze to your seven best friends.

"Is it that old Bogeyman again?" Park Jimin, cherubic cheeks puffed out with worry, takes your hands, rubs soothing circles on your palms.

"Shouldn't have let the bodyguards take a day off." He murmurs at your nod, biting his plump lips.

Two warm silhouettes sit beside you on the bed, Kim Namjoon with his ever so patient smile and Min Yoongi, ever so bored but feline eyes staring intently at you, a hand grazing your cheek softly to pat your now disheveled baby hairs into a neat row.

Jung Hoseok takes the space in front of your knees next to Jimin, sunshine smile evaporating as you tell them what you know and how you got here.

In fact, all the gentleness in their demeanors morph into something tense, something feared, something that shouldn't be found in the faces of someone so young, but you were too blanked out to particularly care at that point.

Silent looks are traded and in a flurry of movement, someone is calling the cops under their breath.

You startle at the harsh tone Yoongi takes as he speaks over the phone, pacing back and forth, a hand behind his back. Namjoon already has your parents over the line while Hoseok has their dad on the other end.

Jeon Jeongguk, the baby of the group hardly gives you time to adjust as he snakes his arms around your waist, head buried on your lap while his two hyungs scooch over to give him some room. "Noona, stay with us until this thing blows over. It's dangerous."

A hand rests atop your head, ruffling it and you pout up at Kim Taehyung, the taller (and way prettier) boy looking down on you as if you were a midget, a small curl of his lips apparent. "What he said, half pint."

"There is no way in hell we are leaving you alone in that house tonight, babe." Kim Seokjin, the eldest of your friends sneers at the window, arms crossed, broad shoulders --the back of a protector-- on full display as his pink fuzzy-slippered feet take him to close the curtains for privacy.

"Your parents gave the okay. "

"Police are on their way to scout your house, princess."

Your attention is diverted to Namjoon and Yoongi, just as Hoseok turns to all of you and gives a thumbs up. "Dad says YN can stay here for as long as she needs to."

Namjoon nods, "Oh good then that settles that. " He coughs awkwardly, facing you once again, scratching his chin, "YN, your parents wanted me to tell you that they're going to be dropping you off with a relative sometime next week, as they will be permanently relocated overseas for awhile, especially now more than ever, but it looks like you won't be having that problem anytime soon . "

You sigh. What else would you expect from your parents. "If you're all okay with that, then I'm in."

"Of course you're welcome to stay here forever!" Jimin chirps.

Which leads to a heated debate whether forever is enough to keep you to themselves.

You smile in exasperation.

Well at least you won't be so lonely in a large ass mansion anymore.

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FASTFORWARD FOUR YEARS

You watch with pinched lips and a bruised ego (hello, you had breasts too!) as a gaggle of senior girls fawn over your best friends in the University's bustling cafeteria, some even going so far as to let their butt hang out in public.

Disgustingly inappropriate if one may say so.

You aren't even sure if these people can see that they were stampeding all over you, just because of some hot men.

Okay your hot men. Yours.

Everyone knows that they were questionably single.

And yet it was common knowledge that some if not most of them slept around.

The heady smell of expensive perfumes and bare legs is enough to make you woozy, and you glare at someone's elbow as you are displaced from your so called loyal niche, someone's stilletos stepping on your injured foot for good measure.

Glaring like a riled up kitty, or a puppy, or a puppitty, you storm away not bothering to check whether Bangtan Sonyeondan (as their unofficial band name entails) even noticed your tantrum--if you learned one thing about your boys, it was that they were horny all the damn time.

The only saving grace you had was that they never, and you mean never, brought anyone into the mansion and so you luckily were not subjected to any sort of clap and slap at any time.

Thank fuck.

You don't think you could handle it in the flesh.

It has been four years. Four years of wonderful, familial memories, your friendships growing with the seven men you found home in, and four years worth of heartbreak every time you hear a rumor or two of them hooking up with some girl in your class or down the club.

Because it fucking hurts.

You dump the whole tray into the recycling bin angrily, everything remaining to be uneaten as you had no more appetite after that shitty display, and trudge to your car--a Bentley, a high school graduation gift from the boys.

What did those women have that you don't?

You were quite pretty if not flawless, what with all the luxurious high end spa trips Jimin dragged you to.

You had a nice body because Jeongguk the rat hauled your ass every damn morning to the gym.

You were smart courtesy of Namjoon's strict weekly tutorials.

You were athletic enough to join a state team if you so wanted, Yoongi whose love for sports overrode anything else in his hindbrain made sure of that.

You were a great dancer! One of the best in Hoseok's private studio.

You had refined taste in art and modelling if Taehyung had anything to say about that.

And you were a damn good cook, or Seokjin will burn out his eyeballs otherwise!

In fact you cooked for Bangtan all the time!

So what was wrong with you?

Not realizing that the supposed drizzle pelting your cheeks were your own tears, you sniffle down the parking lot and slink inside your car, shoulders slumped, defeated, your heart sour from pining for so, so long.

Maybe you just weren't attractive enough for them.

They certainly didn't give any sort of, any small modicum of interest your way.

After all, you didn't exactly fit in.

You may be close with the most popular heart throbs on campus but you weren't popular yourself.

In fact you'd think all of the women hated you for even daring to live and breathe the same air as Bangtan.

With a frustrated huff, you key in the ignition and hike it out of there.

Dampened spirits distract you and you play a tune on the radio only to fumble when Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok's melodious voices sing to the beat of their self produced rap.

The only thing is, you pass under the campus bridge, and you fail to notice the two students carelessy lugging around a huge frame of glass labelled 'For the art department', just as a huge and strong gust of wind lets the thing fly off the hinges and directly headed straight for your shocked face.

You fail to note the several strangled screams as your world coalesces into shadows.

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thegracelessfaceless · 2 years

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🔥Summer Time Sal Fisher Extravaganza!🔥

(Contains HCs + a short imagine sequence)

Cw: mentions of sickness due to overheating, vomit mention

When it comes to seasons, autumn and winter are definitely Sal's favorites

He loves all the warm, cozy stuff, good food, and especially the cool to frigid weather.

Autumn and winter Sally are Sal in his natural state, with the oversized sweaters, jeans, fingerless gloves with hoodie and earmuffs

But this post isn't about Sal in winter and fall

Here's some sweet wintertime Sal stuff if you're looking for that

But it's practically July, and we're all kind of burning up, aren't we?

So, yeah, Sally isn't a fan of summer.

He starts getting cranky around the middle of spring, just when it's starting to warm up

His prosthetic is so hot, physically and aesthetically.

It's thick, at least a good quarter of an inch, and either fiberglass or a thick polymer plastic, but definitely not something as soft as medical grade silicone.

Also, it's not just smooth inside like a normal mask would be

There's gonna be all sorts of supporting ridges and padding where Sal needs support to the parts of his face that had the most damage

As well as the tissue Sal shoves up in the right cheek area to help tamp down his drool situation

Needless to say, going around with a thick layer on your face, in summer, with your breath constantly bouncing back in your face because your prosthetics designer gave your mask a coin slot for a mouth... It would make for a bad time.

Those nose holes only provide so much ventilation and I speak this from experience

So to beat the heat, Sal sheds his oversized sweaters and flannels and jeans for cooler clothes, but sticks with his prosthetic

In my DR, Sal didn't like going out without his prosthetic until after his prison stint, where he came to terms with his appearance. Now he only wears it on bad pain days and around kids so he doesnt scare them

But in his teens and early twenties, Sal was much more shy

Since he didn't feel comfortable without his prosthetic, he tried to relieve the heat with clothes that help him stay as cool as possible when in public

I'm talking tank tops and board shorts, band shirts that he's cut the sleeves off of (and sometimes a good portion of the sides too) and cargo shorts, kilts, skirts that Ash lets him borrow, if it keeps him cool, he's wearing it

When Sal is home, or at Larry's, it becomes more a matter of Sal appreciating feeling air in his skin period, whether it's his face or his body

On super hot days you can catch him in only jeans, pajama pants, or his boxers (but only in his room)

Products used by Sal to lessen his sweaty misery during the hot months: baby powder, athletic powder, chalk powder, corn starch, deodorant, antiperspirant, dryer sheets, vapor rub (the menthol makes him think he's cooler than he really is)

If you drop in at Larry's while Sal's there, any summer between 1993 to 1999, you will find them shirtless and gaming or sunken into bean bags surrounded by instruments, sweaty from exchanging licks on the guitar or bass

Their shirts can always be found in the living room, tossed on the couch like they took their shirts off like you would your jacket upon arriving home

Neither Sal or Larry tolerate high heat levels well, though Larry fares better than Sal

Some of the meds Sal takes make him more sensitive to heat and sunlight

So if Sal gets too hot, he starts getting sick at his stomach and a headache. If ignored, his body will decide to start vomiting, which Sal hates, so he feels even worse and eventually has to go home and lie down for a while.

Sal tries to avoid going outside if the heat levels go above 95°

Due to his scarring, his sweat glands got a little messed up, so some work, some don't. Regardless it means he can't cool off the way the body is intended to

However his only exception is to go swimming

Larry discovered this the summer after Sal came to Nockfell...

It was a sweltering July afternoon, around three when the day was at it's hottest. The AC at Addison's was on the fritz, and Larry and Sal were laying like dead flies on the kitchen floor of Larry's apartment. The basement apartment was cooler than Sal's up on the fourth floor, but not by much.

"You wanna go to the lake, dude?" Larry asked as he shifted his body so it was touching fresh, cool tile instead of the body heated tile he had previously been occupying.

"I dunno, Larry" Sal said from his spot on the floor only feet away, "It's hot as hell. Everyone's gonna be there. And I'm already having to dry my prosthetic out from the sweat, so I can't wear it."

So Larry went about describing this spot that he knew about, a pretty deep creek that split off from Wendigo Lake.

"Not a lot of people know about it, dude. My dad used to take me there when I was a kid... There's a swinging rope (:3)."

Finally, between the unbearable heat, which was ever pressing down on Sal as he did the same as Larry and repositioned himself on a new stretch of cool tile, and Larry's descriptions of this forest oasis, Sally relented, "Okay. We'll go. But I'm not walking."

"Of course, dude" Larry said, getting up to ask Lisa to drive them. He remembered the last time Sal had overheated. They had tried to walk clear across town to a new record shop and Larry had ended up having to carry Sal home, thrown over his shoulder. It wouldn't have been so bad, but about halfway there, Sal had puked down his back

Lisa happily drove them. The boys had been laying around for days, and she was happy for the excuse to get them outside.

The heat got better once Larry and Sal got under the canopy of the trees surrounding Wendigo Lake. Larry led Sal straight to it, no loss of direction at all, even though there was no trail. Sal did have a little struggle at the end, there was a hill that was just too steep for Sal's shorter legs to climb. There were rocks interspersed up the hill, which Larry climbed easily. To his credit, Sal tried, trying to stretch from one rock to the next, but they were spaced too far apart.

So Larry ended up giving him a hand and hauling Sal up the hill from where he was perched. They were more than a little sweaty in their swim shorts and shirts, and getting a little cranky. But as Sal stood from climbing up the last bit of hill, he looked down at the view that was now unblocked.

Sal had been seeing glimpses of a creek that, in his opinion, seemed too dried up to swim in. They might be lucky to get their ankles wet, he had thought. But before him, he saw that the creek widened here, and looked pretty deep, the water dark and the bottom concealed. There was a tree next to them, large and sprawling and it shaded the area. A thick rope was tied to a low hanging branch and a set of bicycle handlebars had been tied to it, for maximum grip.

A tree had fallen in the creek at some point and the water covered it except for the ends of gnarly looking roots which stuck up at one end. A part of its long trunk was visible in the water towards the center. Beyond the tree, there was an area that had been cleared enough for lounging on the shore and in one space, sunbathing.

"Well?" Larry asked, "What do you-"

And Sal was already sprinting past Larry, catching the rope as he passed and swinging into the water, coming up a few seconds later with a victorious whoop.

Larry blinked for a second. Besides fights, he'd never seen Sal move so fast. He looked to the left where Sal had been standing and only found his shirt, shoes, socks, and towel. He smiled to himself as he bent to collect his friends things and carried them to the little cove the forest made. Once there, Larry's shirt, towel and shoes joined Sal's in a little pile off to the side. Then he returned to the hill and flung himself into the water, not even using the rope, letting out a Tarzan yell as he speared through the air.

And that's how Larry learned that Sal absolutely loves all things water.

They were there until well after dark, which worked out because they were able to walk back home in relative safety from the heat at that point.

Yes, Sal will swim all day if you let him

Sal really likes diving and being completely submerged

The feeling of near weightlessness that water gives Sal on his face, head and neck is a huge relief, and he takes full advantage of it

In the summer months, Sal and the gang spent a lot of time at the lake, either where everyone else swims, but mostly at Larry's secret spot

Sal was never taught to swim btw

His body has just always known how

He'd only ever been swimming twice before Larry took him to his cove, and those times were at the pool

So when Sal swims, it's not like he's swimming and diving like a professional athlete or anything

He can doggy paddle, long stroke, and mermaid dive

But it works for him, he can swim like hell and hold his breath forever

It's actually kind of beautiful seeing Sal underwater

His hair swirls around his head and face like seaweed, the bubbles decorate the ridges of his scars and his smile is absolutely radiant

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