#what i would give to be able to go on a fun camping and hiking trip for my birthday

[cerbreus]

having an early spring birthday fucking sucks man shitall to do; no good movies, very few exhibitions, its wet and gloomy out and most parks are closed for the season... worst season hate early spring :’(

[sorrowsofsilence]

Harder • Folio

Pairing: Nick Folio x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Smut (18+, male!receiving, female!receiving), choking, slight exhibitionism?kinda, mentions of drinking, derogatory terms used (whore).

Prompt: you know what they say, drummers hit it harder.

Author note: I enjoyed writing this way too much oh my god. I hope you enjoy it too <3

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d  @lans-angels @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies

Well, you know what they say, drummers hit it harder.

“I am so fucking excited!” Ruffilo exclaimed, tossing the last bag into the minivan. You and the boys were going on your last camping trip of the year, and it was bittersweet.

Initially, the trip was just supposed to be the two of you; but Ruffilo was persistent that the rest of the band tagged along, as well as Matt and Bryan.

Folio loved taking you out on his bike to go camping, fishing, and hiking; but his absolute favourite part was the great sex you two shared camping. Something about being away from home made it that much more exciting. His least favourite, was now his bandmates were going to be there.

“Yeah, me too,” Nick muttered through gritted teeth, giving a tight smile as he placed his helmet over his head, zipping up his leather jacket.

“Oh c’mon,” You sat behind him on the bike, geared up for the ride, wrapping your arms around him as your chest pressed into his back, “We’ll still have tons of fun.”

Nick shifted in his seat, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

You smiled cheekily, despite him not being able to see since the helmet covered your face, “both?”

He hummed in response, before turning the bike on and preparing to leave.

That evening after setting up, everyone was sitting happily around the fire, drinking beer and roasting hotdogs- the classic camping combo. Everyone laughed as they exchanged stories, Noah and Jolly reminiscing about funny memories during the tour they had just finished.

“And-” Bryan said through a broken laugh, “Remember when you just fuckin’ dive-bombed off the stairs?” He doubled over laughing, almost spilling his drink as he leaned into Noah, the two giggling.

You smiled at the exchange, arms folded over your chest as you sat comfortably in your camping chair, before glancing over at Nick. He watched the fire intensely, eyes glazed over in thought, face neutral yet disappointed. You knew he was upset that this trip wasn’t just the two of you, especially because he would be getting ready to leave for tour again in a few weeks; and this was one of your last fun events planned.

You wanted to cheer him up a bit and had the perfect idea.

Reaching over you ran your fingers through his hair, “I’m going to bed,” you said, eyes lingering on his for a moment to see if he understood what you meant.

Nick’s eyes flashed with excitement as he shifted in his seat, giving you a curt nod.

You stood up, stretching your arms before folding up your chair and staring at the group ahead of you. The flame danced in the middle, illuminating the shadows of the boys’ faces, who stared at you sadly.

“Packing it up now?” Jolly frowned, opening another can of beer.

You nodded, “I’m not feeling too good, so I’m going to get some sleep.”

You eyed Nick one more time, his gaze catching yours before wandering to the tent.

“I’m going to make sure she’s ok, I’ll be back.” Nick nodded at your friends before following you into the tent, zipping it up behind him.

You sat on top of your sleeping bag, motioning for him to lay next to you. Nick obliged, immediately scooping your waist between his fingers, gripping your side as he yanked your body towards his. You grabbed his face, pulling him up to kiss you, and his lips attached to yours hungrily.

Nick’s voice was hoarse as took a breath, “The boys-”

“I don’t care,” you said, and Nick moaned as you kissed him again roughly, “I need you, Nick.”

“Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?” Nick chuckled lowly, kicking off his sneakers hastily, before lying down.

You crawled on top of the man, his dark ember eyes devouring you as you stripped your clothes, remaining only in your underwear, straddling his lap. Nick’s hands gripped your thighs roughly as you began rolling your core into his, and he hardened below you.

Adjusting yourself you sat on his thigh, the fabric from his jeans rough as you began to grind against his body, riding along him. A red hue fell onto Nick’s nose as he smiled, admiring how heavenly you looked as you pleasured yourself against him.

All for him.

Nick peeled off his shirt while you played with the buckle of his jeans, undoing the zipper and springing his erection free.

Licking your lips you watched as his mouth opened slightly, soft puffs of air escaping as you spit on your hand, letting the saliva drag off your tongue onto himself, sliding your hand up and down his desire. Nick watched in awe as you worked on him, pumping up and down with a gentle roll of your wrist; his eyes unsure whether he wanted to stare at your hand, bouncing chest, or your face, eyes radiating with lust for him.

He licked his lips, whispering a soft plea, and you knew he was begging for your mouth wrapped around him. You obliged, sliding down his leg before licking up his length, smiling as he shuddered below you, precum dripping from the tip as his body prepared for yours.

“Fuck you are so hot Y/N,” he mumbled, hands grabbing each side of your head as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you against him forcefully. You loved it when Nick thrust into your mouth with need, causing you to gag against him. He fucked into your mouth, hips shooting up strenuously with an innate craving, needing you to take all of him.

You choked against Nick’s body, a deep guttural groan of satisfaction escaping his lips as he held the bottom of himself, slapping the tip against your cheek before sliding back inside your mouth. Your scalp burned as he held your hair taught.

You moaned along him before pulling away, your chest heaving with heavy pants.

Nick stripped off his remaining clothes, before sitting up and unclasping your bra, taking your chest into his hungry mouth, sucking on the skin. He kissed up your Neck, biting and licking against the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing a gasp to leave as your hands raked up his back. Your nails trailed along his skin, dancing back to the top of his head, running them through his chestnut locks as he hooked your panties, pulling them down your legs. The voices of your friends outside the tent became white noise as you watched Nick’s eyes worship you.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” Nick growled into your ear, the warmth of his breath contrasting the crisp air within the tent, causing your body to shiver. Nick wanted nothing more than to ram himself into you, bruising your skin and giving you everything he had; but the shame of his friends hearing halted his actions. He loved taking you from behind, clawing at your hips as he bred into you eagerly with thirst. He would have to wait till he got home to completely rail you into your bed, listening to you scream a slurry of profanities mixed with his name.

You moaned at his confession, biting his jaw gently and affectionately before pushing him back into the air mattress, having him look up at you with greed.

“You’ll make me scream if you fuck me, you’re always so rough,” You whispered heavily.

“Then keep riding my thigh until you come, like the good little whore you are,” Nick praised, and you nodded greedily. You rolled your hips into him again, sliding along him, your slick gliding you with ease. Your free hand began jerking Nick off and he threw his head back at the sight, completely overwhelmed with infatuation.

Nick wanted to touch your body, one of his hands wrapped around your throat. He groaned, squeezing gently, but hard enough that your vision danced into a darkened satisfaction.

“You like it when I choke you?” He said, dirty words sliding off of his tongue as his free hand made it to your core, flicking roughly at your pleasure. A loud moan slipped from your lips as your body shook, your senses heightened through Nick’s possessive grip, and he squeezed tightly for a moment.

He hushed you, staring with eyes dilated with fervour, “They’ll hear us if you’re not quiet.”

“Fuck,” you said sharply, completely indulged in his touch. Your eyebrows furrowed and Nick watched you through hooded eyes, hips thrusting into your hand as you pumped him.

Nick’s lip found its way between his teeth, “Look at me Y/N,” and you purred, staring into his eyes with his hands wrapped around your neck, holding you in place while you ruled each other.

Your body clenched as Nick’s fingers continuously brushed over your desire, sliding along his thigh over and over until your abdomen began to clench, eyes trying to remain fixated on the man who possessed you below.

“I-” you whimpered, trying to be quiet as your legs began shaking, back hunching over as you folded into Nick’s hand; but his grip on your throat held you up, resisting your need to push away from him.

“Shit!” You gasped, your body letting go as your orgasm consumed you, but you remained gripping onto Nick, sliding your hand along him.

Nick’s mouth fell open as he watched you come undone, a sly smile of satisfaction playing on his lips as he eyed you with admiration. He loved when you came for him, from him.

“Fuck Y/N, mouth, now,” Nick demanded, and you sucked along him again. His fingers dug into your thighs as he clenched through his orgasm, a strain of continuous deep groans escaping his body. Nick was unable to contain his sounds as you drank in all of him, ropes of his release coating your throat. He pushed into your mouth and you gagged, but he held you firmly in place with his hand, pushing your head into him.

“Good girls swallow, everything,” He said through deep breaths, your stomach erupting with motive as you drank all of his surrender.

You sat up, smiling down at him as you wiped your lips. Nick panted, giving you a knee-weakening grin before closing his eyes, and catching his breath.

“Not feeling well, huh?” You heard from outside the tent. Nick’s wide eyes snapped to yours in horror as you covered your mouth in embarrassment, the two of you hiding your ashamed laughter.

[differenteagletragedy]

No thoughts, just Our Life Swap AU.

A couple of days ago someone requested a swap AU in which Baxter is MC's neighbor, Cove is the friend who lives in the city and Derek is the boy who stays for the summer and I have not been the same since.

Here is the first thing I wrote about it, and here is another!

"Do you know what RV stands for?"

"Yes, Baxter."

"I believe you may think you do -- a common misunderstanding is that it stands for 'recreational vehicle.' In reality --"

"Shut it, little boy," Liz called down from the loft.

You smiled at Baxter, and he returned it. You were in an RV that your moms had rented, headed for a quick camping trip to Redwood National Park. You and your best friend were sitting on the couch in the little living area of the vehicle while your moms were up front, taking turns driving.

Baxter had been making up stories to pass the time, and it seemed that Liz had heard one too many.

"My apologies, Elizabeth," he called up to her. "I forgot you don't care for whimsy or fun anymore."

"Why are you even here?" she replied.

He had been in good spirits, chatting away, but that seemed to have brought him down. He shot a quick smile at you, then looked away.

Your parents had invited him along -- after five years of the two of you being nearly inseparable, he was often invited to family outings. Your moms always made sure to include him too because his own parents weren't the kindest people.

At first, Baxter's parents had refused. They didn't like your moms, for some reason you'd never been able to figure out. Luckily, a business trip came up for his father and they decided to give in to his relentless requests to accompany you, knowing that their only child could make things difficult if he wanted. It was easier for them not to deal with him on the trip.

Their loss, you thought.

Before he could get too lost in thought, you leaned over and nudged his shoulder. He nudged you back, a smirk reappearing.

"Don't mind Liz," you told him quietly. "You're here because you belong here."

His smirk turned into a full-on beam.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

That night, you'd arrived to your camping spot at the park, but it was too dark to explore. But the next morning, bright and early, the five of you went out to see the sights.

Your moms led the easy hike on one of the trails, and Liz wandered behind them. You and Baxter brought up the rear.

"This is amazing," he said in genuine awe, looking up at the trees. Every once in a while, he would pull his attention away from the scenery to look at you warmly.

"Was it like this in your old town?" you asked. You knew he'd lived in Oregon before moving to Sunset Bird, and he'd talked about missing the trees.

"No, not quite," he answered. "There were forests, but nothing like this."

Before you could say anything else, Liz fell back to walk in line with you. You gave a preemptive eyeroll.

"Is this up to your standards, rich boy?" she teased.

"I'm having a very nice time," he replied. And it was true -- too nice a time to start his usual bickering with your sister.

"Good," she said. "Because once you officially join the family, this is the kind of sickening wholesomeness you're in for."

"I could think of worse fates," he told her, shooting you a glance.

You'd been nursing a crush on Baxter for a while now, and comments like that made you think sometimes that he had a crush on you, too. It was almost enough to make you say something, but your sister's teasing would really turn relentless then.

Liz hung back, teasing you for a while longer before getting bored and going back up to your moms. After a few hours, with a lunch break tossed in, the hike was over and you were back at the RV.

Your sister promptly went inside and shut the door behind her. Your moms laughed, but then Baxter approached them.

"I was wondering if it would be all right if we went on another short walk," he said, looking back at you. "Not too far, and I'll be sure we're back well before dark."

They had a moment of silent communication, then you saw your ma give a slight nod.

"All right, but not too far," Mom said. "And stay on the trail."

"Absolutely," Baxter said. He held his arm out to you, and you took it. Then you were off.

"Why did you want to come back out?" you asked, trying to sound casual even though you were buzzing with excitement. You tried to keep the hand that held onto his arm steady.

"I thought it was too nice of a day to end so quickly," he said. "I wanted more time out here. More time with you."

You blushed, and he smiled fondly at you.

"Why do you say stuff like that?" you asked before you could reconsider.

"Why wouldn't I?" He seemed genuinely confused. "It's lovely here. You're a lovely person." He leaned closer to your ear and said, "My favorite person, actually."

Your cheeks grew hotter.

Baxter laughed, then said, "You're also adorable."

It was a little forward, even for him, so you decided to take the opportunity to bring up something you'd been wondering about for a while.

"Can I ask you something?" you began.

"Always."

"Why haven't you dated anyone?"

He didn't say anything right away, and you didn't have the nerve to look at him. But out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw his own cheeks turning pink.

"I was just wondering," you added, "since you sort of flirt with everybody all the time."

"Do I?" he asked with a laugh. You did give him a look then, and he said, "I don't actually, you know. Not at school."

"Really?"

"Really."

It was your turn to pause. He went to a private school while you went to the public one, but you'd just assumed he was the same way with everyone else that he was with you.

"I'm polite," he explained. "I try to be friendly. I can't help being a little bold. But I don't ... you're the only one who gets this version of me."

You were trying to figure out how to respond, but nothing came. Your thoughts were racing with this new revelation, and before you could say anything, he stopped.

"It'll be getting dark soon," he said. "Time to go."

Baxter turned around, making a show out of offering you his other arm, and you laughed as you took it. Perhaps sensing the tailspin he'd put you in, he went back to joking around for the rest of the walk back to the campsite.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After a fun evening with your family around the campfire, it was time for bed. Your moms went back to the bedroom, Liz stretched out on the couch and Baxter spread out his sleeping bag on the floor while you climbed up in the loft.

You tried to go to sleep, but your thoughts were still racing over everything Baxter had said. After a while, when you heard Liz's soft snores get into a steady rhythm, you peeked over the edge of the loft to see what your friend was doing.

You knew he was a night owl, and so you weren't surprised to see him lying on his stomach, reading a book he'd brought with him in the bright moonlight that filtered in through the windows. But you didn't expect him to look up at you just as you'd started watching him.

"Go to sleep," he mouthed at you, grinning.

"You first," you mouthed back.

He gracefully pulled himself out of his sleeping bag and slinked over to the ladder to the loft. He climbed it so that he was eye level with you, and said, "Can't sleep?"

"Doesn't seem so."

"Would you like some company?"

You gave him a confused look. He smiled softly and told you, "I'll tell you a bedtime story."

Intrigued, you scooted back against the wall, making room for him. He climbed under the blankets, laid out on his side, folding his arm under his head for a pillow, and started telling his story.

It was complete nonsense, as most of his stories were. There was something about mountain lions, and Bigfoot made an appearance. But as he went on, trying his best to make you laugh, he kept inching closer to you. A few times you were bold enough to do the same, and by the end you were pressed close.

"Can you sleep now?" he asked, his face just inches from yours.

"I can try."

[justanotherbirdbrain-blog]

Writing a Geologist/Someone who studies rocks: From a Geologist

Maybe a bit of a personality analysis on myself and everyone I have studied/worked with thus far, but I figured it would be helpful to provide the more common types of geologists, what they might find interesting specifically, and how they are conducting their research. I also wanted to show different sides of geology, because most depictions are of this rugged field geologist who always wants to go outside, when that is only like... 1/3 at most of the geology community.

Anyway! Let's get into it! *Also let me preface that this will be about geologists that have stayed in academia and not a geologist working a 9-5.

*I put bullet points at the bottom for people who don't want to read all of this*

There are probably three MAJOR types of geologists, but of course we are human and our interests lie somewhere on a spectrum. I just wanted to give the 'generic' versions to make it easier for you to write a character.

The first kind of geologist is the field geologist!

I am once again really just yoinking someone's face again, sorry stranger. I feel like this is a great image of someone doing fieldwork. So, what they are using in this image is a 'Brunton Compass'. So what is different and important about this compass compared to others is that it can be used to measure the angle the rocks are sloping, used to measure elevation and a lot of things honestly, but what the man in this image is doing is measuring the angle of these rocks for geologic mapping purposes. A lot of these geologists ask questions like: What did this landscape used to be? How old is this? What lived here during that time? What was the climate/temperature at that time? How has this changed since it was *insert what it used to be* and what changed it?

Some things I have noticed a lot over the years when dealing with field geologists is they can hike... endlessly. They never seem winded going uphill and those boulders that seem dangerous? They are in them. Heights do not seem to scare them at all, in fact nothing scares them. Camping for extended periods of time is one of their favorite things, and ending the day with a beer is kinda their thing. They are some of the friendliest people I have ever met also. Super, golden retriever energy. (of course every once and awhile you will find a mean one though)

Next on this list is the classic lab rat geochemist/petrologist. (I am a geochemist/petrologist in practice so I can say this, though this is less a description of me and more so some of my lab mates, yes I am outing them).

Thank you for your service random strangers! These are a type of person that really care more about the rocks after they are dissolved and run through a machine to give results. Things they love: strong acids (How else will you dissolve a rock), machines that will explode if you turn them on wrong, excel spreadsheets (we actually hate them though). All joking aside, Typically what these people really like about geology is being able to understand the 'life' the rock had. What did this rock used to be? What does this represent? How has this rock changed and evolved through time? With these elemental changes, what does that imply of the process this rock experienced?

You might be thinking to yourself now "how are these different from the questions listed for a field geologist?" and to that I think I would say scale. I think in general a geochemist looks at things that are smaller but can have bigger implications and a field geologist looks at the big picture. Its important to note that most research is always best when these two are working together. And when you think of it that way you can create some fun interactions with these two characters.

Personality wise, I feel like its all over the place, I have met several nice geochemists and bunch of not so nice geochemists. A geochemist will more than likely have a rock collection, but likely it will be of rocks they do not study. They will pull long nights at the lab and I feel like they will always be reading about something they 'just don't quite grasp' while critiquing or complementing the paper. Most geochemists still like to get out of the lab every once and get some fresh air, (they chose to study nature for a reason), but they don't do it enough.

The last kind of geologist is a modeler/geophysicist, these guys! These guys... I don't know a lot of them, I know a couple. So my understanding might be skewed incorrectly. Let me know!

Anyway! Geophysicists can be interested in earthquakes sure, it is important to know what is causing these major disasters, but most of the time (not every geophysicist uses earthquakes, this is just an example) they are interested in what they can learn using earthquakes! which is really so crazy! So, what a geophysicist will do is study how the waves more through the earth, because waves travel at different speeds through different solids and liquids (some waves don't even travel through liquids). Soooo, what are they curious about? The mantle and most importantly, the CORE. Yup, cool stuff. Anyway why did I include modeling in this also? Because using these observations typically you would make a working model to better understand how the system works. Models can also be made for fluid movement in the earth, volcanics, and a ton of other things, but the work is similar to that of a geophysicist. This is very big picture stuff, trying to figure out how the earth works in general. Also the key here is, from my understanding, it is a lot of math and a lot of coding. Which actually means a lot of people from those backgrounds find geology later in life.

Geochemists and geophysicists often work together and could potentially have a very good or very bad relationship.

Personality wise, these guys are always on a computer honestly, sometimes they will be stuck waiting for their model to finish running for days at a time. Just like a geochemist, you will find them outside occasionally, maybe to put in a new system, but more than any other geologist I feel like modelers are exceptionally good at not making their job their hobby. They may do martial arts, art, baking/cooking, owning plants, etc., on the side much more than the other geologists. These people are super smart, but these folks are probably the ones who know the least about like 'generic' geology, as in mineral ID and stuff, but they seem very nice and are typically pretty introverted.

There are many other kinds of geologists, like the geologist who kinda wanted to do marine biology but there were no jobs in marine biology so they study the ocean floor OR they studied paleontology of oceanic critters, so they could backdoor get into marine biology somehow and many others, or geologists who study the surface as it is today, but now lets talk about how all this can be helpful with writing.

I am making a bullet list of things that will apply to your character A=All F=field geologist P=petrologist and geochemist and M=Modeler and Geophysicist

A: It is important to know that one person cannot fill all of these roles as a character, and it is okay for your character to say "that's not my thing, but I have a buddy".

A: Feel free to make your science character have a very specific interest, not only will it probably make it easier for you in terms of research, but it is also more realistic.

F,P: Your character is likely to point out things that your other characters might not notice while walking, especially if they are a geochemist and field geologist. It will just be small comments here and there, like "Oh! Is this basalt?" before they might amuse themselves examining the rocks (It is a good way to get rid of the character)

F,P: There pack will be full of rocks, you will try to pick up their bag, and it will be exceedingly heavy

P,M: You are likely to find them crashing in their lab/office because they worked too late

F: They will drop everything for an excuse to go outside for 'vacation' but they will inevitably do geology the entire trip.

P,M: Probably behind on reading, and probably have a migraine from staring at too many screens.

P: Unsure if their hand is itchy because of dry skin or if they accidentally got acid on their hands (Some acids [HF] don't immediately burn your skin).

M: Always harassed by the scared general public because of a small earthquake that happened where is 'shouldn't have'.

Anyway! If you have anything geology related that you would like me to write about please feel free to ask! I am running out of ideas for my writing guides and am probably going to switch to different content soon!

[fabbyf1]

Hiiiii so I might be completely wrong with this one, but I think you’ve once mentioned that you went to the Austrian GP?

If the answer is no, pls ignore this ask, I’ll be embarrassed

If the answer is yes, would you mind giving some insights to a first time GP-visitor who is only mildly anxious about it?🥺🥺

Did you have GA? Did you camp there? If yes to either pls share some helpful insights 👉🏼👈🏼

Also what can I expect from stuff like the fan zone? What’s the food and drink situation like? Were you able to hear on track commentary? Do I have to run and hide because things are scary and everyone is going to hate me?🙃

BESTIEEEEE I would love to answer these questions for you.

YES, i went to the 2022 Austrian GP!! (shoutout to the gayest lestappen celebration ever.)

i drove to the track every day, so i did not camp. there were plenty of parking lots (big grass fields) with free parking. there were TONS of signs on the highway and on the local backroads directing you to the track. i had no problems finding it, even on the first day. i stayed at an airbnb about 45 minutes away (because it was GORGEOUS) and i never had any issues or sat in too much traffic getting there each morning.

i sat in the T3 grandstand, which was a fucking HIKE. a HIKE bestie. my calves are still burning. it's hard to tell from watching the race, but that shit is way up at the top of a hill, and the parking lots are all down at the bottom near the pit straight. there was no way around hiking that bitch every day lmfao.

there was a big screen right near me, but they don't play the sky commentary on it. every race i've been to there's been a local commentary instead. so in this case, it was german commentary. so if you don't speak german, you won't know what's happening. (pov you're me trying to translate what i could to my Texan bestie because she was LOST lmfao. don't worry guys, i got this.) the cell service wasn't great, but you'll have to keep in mind that my lil American phone was data-roaming and literally trying it's best lmfao. so it might be different if you have a European plan. not sure how that works. but if you have data, you could pull up the sky commentary to listen to and that would be helpful in knowing what's going on.

i'd say the biggest drawback to going to ANY race is that... it's really hard to know what's happening. even if you can fully understand the commentary. it's not the same as watching it on tv. it's not a bad thing! you just... might be a little lost sometime and miss a lot of the on-track action. it's fun to watch the race afterward and see everything you missed.

the food and drink situation was pretty good! there were lots of different stands selling all sorts of food. everything i ate there was really yummy. it was all pretty reasonably priced, from what i can remember. our tickets said no outside food or drink, but i brought a reusable water bottle with me every day and they never stopped me at security.

please drink LOTS of water. more than you think you need. especially if you're drinking alcohol. and wear LOTS of sunscreen. the sun was insane.

there were lots of reports of fans (specifically female fans) being harassed during my race. which is honestly... so fucking disgusting. and i'm so sorry that happened to people. but thankfully, i never ran into any problems. everyone i met there was really nice and everyone in the grandstands seemed to look after each other. and it's not just because i'm a max fan either... i have a very obvious Lewis tattoo on my forearm that lots of people commented on lmfao.

but as your Cool Aunt, i would say... regardless of your gender or your appearance: be cautious, don't get too drunk, keep your eyes open, and always have an escape route in your mind. but that's my advice for anyone leaving their house though, lmfao, not just a gp.

i think you're going to have a great time, bestie. i loved that weekend so much. idk if you're a local or have been to Austria before, but if it's your first time there, i hope you enjoy it. it's one of the prettiest places i've ever visited. i can't wait to go back one day.

[darthvaderofmiddle-earth]

Every once in a very rare while, I'm reminded of the tragedy in my life that was growing up unable to participate in Boy Scouts.

For those who don't know, up until 2017, Boy Scouts of America (BSA) did not permit anyone who wasn't a biological male to join them. Trans men could not be part of their organization, and until I think 2015, gay men couldn't be part of it, either.

When I was growing up, I had a brother who did BSA, and he would go once a week or so to the meeting hall with all the scouts in town (it's a VERY small town), and they'd, together, participate in an hour long meeting.

All my friends at the time were boys. I knew almost every boy in the town that was my age, by name first and last. And they knew me. We hung out together at recess, played basketball, or on the playgrounds, and so on. They, too, went to BSA meetings with my little brother, and basically every single boy in my town was a BSA kid period.

My mother would help out with the leadership, since there wasn't a restriction on which gender adults could be leaders, but that meant for every single meeting, since I was too young to stay home alone, she took me with her, and I would have to sit there watching basically every single boy ever doing Boy Scout things.

Now, since all my friends were boys, and two of those friends' parents were leaders, those friends would occasionally drag me into the meetings and forcefully make their parents let me participate.

But I could NEVER be an official member.

No matter how bad I wanted to, I couldn't go to camps, I couldn't go to field trips, I couldn't earn badges, I couldn't earn trophies, I couldn't gain ranks and someday achieve Eagle Scout status.

The only girl scout troop in my town was run by a mother of an autistic child who required constant attention, which is perfectly fine genuinely, I'm autistic myself and I've had autistic adult family members who also require specific care and constant assistance, but because of this mother's position, she never in over 10 straight years could coordinate a single field trip, a single camping trip, a single excursion, and we NEVER earned more than 2 badges in an entire year. By the time I was supposed to be above a Junior Scout, I'd only JUST earned my Junior Scout status like a month before this.

What's more is, I didn't quite know I was trans by this point, but I most certainly did not get along with any girls. They were VERY catty, clique-based, and all the girls my age in town HATED me. They jumped me, pulled my hair, excluded me unless it was to make fun of me, made memes and jokes about me in school, and I was there in Girl Scouts surrounded by dozens of bullies, in a singular room of a house, and I just FELT the tension there. It was so thick you could cut it with a knife, but we weren't taught how to use knives so nobody would be able to. We weren't taught anything period. No survival skills, no life skills, no educational skills, nothing. We literally just sat there each meeting reading from our Girl Scout guidebook, and that was it.

Meanwhile, all my friends, and my little brother, went on camping trips several times yearly across the country, they gained DOZENS of badges, trophies, held town events and went to other towns' events for BSA, but I was sitting there in Girl Scouts. Miserable. Lonely. Out of place. Hoping each meeting we'd do SOMETHING (plant trees at a park, go hiking, camping, cook smores over a campfire, whatever). We never did any of this. At all.

Eventually I quit Girl Scouts to take on MMA classes instead.

And by the time I'd come out as male, there was still the ban on trans guys in BSA.

In mid 2017, BSA lifted this ban.

I was 4 months away from my 18th birthday, wherein I'd be too old to join them. And what experience would 4 months of BSA give me when I'd be starting from the bottom while all the other guys my age would have been mid Eagle Scout project??

I never did join BSA... I just do my damndest now to take solace knowing that young trans men now won't have to endure what I did, that they're free now to have the experience I always wanted. Their lives can be better than my own, and that's genuinely beautiful. The whole point of creating a future is to make the world and their lives better than what we have lived.

But I'd be lying if I said it didn't cause me pain to this day when I'm reminded BSA is a thing that I never got to do.

Just recently, BSA changed their name to "Scouting America", and they're allowing all people to join regardless of gender. That's genuinely beautiful, and I am honestly SO happy to hear this!!!! Their goal is to be more inclusive, which is fantastic and I am very proud of the leaders for doing this, especially considering the announcement was made at an official meeting in Florida of all places, where LGBT+ rights are being taken away left and right.

I just wish that, somehow, I could be a part of it all not as a leader, but as a kid... That I could've gone to camps for weeks at a time in the mountains, and gone hiking, all before my now disabled body went to hell and I can't even walk anymore...

I make up for this doing LARP events in the mountains and woods for 3 days at a time, at least. I find that even more fun because instead of just doing regular camp stuff, you're dressing up in fantasy gear and metal armor, and fighting each other with foam and latex weapons the entire weekend while playing along to a story, and making epic memories.

But again. It still hurts me to know I'll never have the experience that BSA could've provided me, if only they'd dropped their gender bans sooner...

[ayyyez]

At this point your ask box is like my second home on here lol

BUT since you're going camping irl soon, do you have any hcs for any of the haikyuu characters doing the same? Ex, who's the tent pitching pro, who can't be left unsupervised otherwise they'll get lost, who has never gone camping before and would much rather be on their phone, who's stealing all the good snacks, who's telling ghost stories just to scare tf outta the others, etc 😂

Thanks bestie and have fun on your trip <3

A/N: weeeeeelcoooommeeee~ to myyyy kitcheeeen we have bananas annnd avacadoeeesssss~ lmao but yeah honestly you live here now welcome back~ ehe I had fun on my trip so thank you and I am bursting with these kinds of hcs so I'm doing them now! (If anyone wants to see more with other characters feel free to send them in)

TAGS: headcanons, fluff, general, camping headcanons, teasing, petname: babe, suggestive content but nothing explicit

CHARACTERS: Miya Osamu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintarou

MIYA OSAMU:

The natural camper who looks hot doing everything without even trying. He just knows what he's doing and makes it look so effortless too.

Knows what to pack and generally already owns everything as he's been on camping trips before in his youth. Enjoys the outdoors every now and again.

Very good and getting everything organised and is very patient with everyone who isn't Atsumu so if it's just you two it's a calm trip to organise lol if not then be prepared for the usual sibling shenanigans of course.

When it comes to food he's got you covered. With meals he specially premakes dishes that keep easily in the cooler. Likes baked dishes too as well as some easy ones like his specialty onigiri—various kinds of course. Makes sure to include your favourite(s).

Has thermouses for hot and cold water so he can make you tea, coffee and get you plenty of water. Takes you shopping for snacks. Such a motherduck in that he makes you take healthy snacks as well as the snacks you want. Its what his ma taught him.

Will dead ass make you a baggie that has some carrot and cucumber sticks in it to make sure your eating healthy. Gives you a little bento for the road with your onigiri and other dishes in it.

Makes sure you two have the most comfortable mattress. The thing he always hated about camping was having a crappy mattress and hearing Atsumu toss in the night next to him.

Likes to be the one driving. Asks you to hand feed him food and snacks while he drives. Lets you pick the music and has you navigate him to the site. Likes to call it team work. Big sweetie.

When the two of you get there he gets you to pick out a good spot while he insists on unpacking. Then the two of you set up together. He's more than happy to take charge if you don't know what to do but he likes it to be a team effort.

Just watch him though he looks so hot reading over the instructions then sloting everything together. He's so soft and sweet when asking you to do things. Always with a soft smile. He's just always soft with you.

Everything goes up smoothly with Osamu handling it. Asks you to handle the mattress while he sets up the tarps and everything else. It's hard not to just stare at him honestly.

The man just oozes sex appeal and he's just doing his thing. Not even showing off on purpose. His camping clothes too. Those shirts fit his chest and arms nicely mhmmm.

Offers you water and snacks after. Gives you little kisses and nuzzles your cheek as a reward for all your help and hard work. He's just such a sweetie.

Osamu really thrives outdoors. Likes going on hikes but will keep them to whatever level you like. The Miya comes out sometimes and he'll do a little show off and climb a tree or jump in a river and tackle you in. He's still playful and cheeky.

If he's able, will offer you piggy backs, appreciates the offer if it's able to be reversed too. If not will offer to at least carry your things. Always offering you water. Sometimes the cheeky side comes out and he just squirts it in your face. Do it back and have water fight.

Loves cooking outdoors too. Feed him and let him feed you. Smoosh a bit on his face but expect retaliation.

Sleeping can get cheeky too. Peppered kisses over your face, tickling his hands down your sides. Sometimes you just have to pin him down and pay him back.

Camping with Osamu is a dream. It's all fun and laughter.

KUROO TETSUROU:

The man with a plan who takes you on the trip thinking he's going to be able to show off his skills but nothing goes according to plan.

The trip there is fine of course. The man is organised to a T. He looking into the place, booked the site, went shopping and bought everything well in advance. He's really paricular about certain things like that and likes things done a certain way.

As soon as the two of you get there though and it's time to set up (time for him to start showing off his 'skills' that's when things go well...downhill for poor Kuroo).

Now he's sure he's following the instructions for pitching the tent! It's how the picture looks! He wants to look cool for you! But tripping over the same pole three times is a bit... uncool (totally endearing because he cares so much).

You cautiously enquire a few times. 'Babe, would you like me to help?'

'No no no babe! This is my job I promised I'd do the hard work you just relax and take in the view.' It would have been hot if he didn't have a piece of rope stuck to his forehead—now it's just plain adorable how hard he's trying.

Another fifteen minutes of unsubtle cursing and you gotta put your foot down and confess you know how to set up a tent and 'Wow babe you've impressed me with your perseverance, all your heavy lifting was hot honestly but please let me help the process.' Gotta preserve his ego a little ya'know.

Especially since you get it up in another 10 minutes. He's a little pouty after that but not sullen enough not to be proud of you. He's just frustrated with himself.

He gets bit frustrated when his VERY carefully planned out plans don't execute perfectly. That's your cue to butter him up.

'Hey babe, you going to show me how you make a fire?' Stroke those arms a little and he's puffing that chest back out.

'Oh, you wanna see me showing off my wilderness skills ey?'

That gets him back in the game. He's such an adorable dork honestly. Now look this doesn't go to plan either because he's sure he packed the fire starter kit! He knows he did!

Ten minutes of frantically pulling out all the bags he FINALLY finds it. He's a little red faced and embarassed again and you can playfully tease him but make sure you talk up those fire starting skills too.

He's actually pretty good at whipping up tasty meals outdoors. Brings a portable cooker and hotplate type setup. Makes you hot drinks and snuggles up to you with a blanket. Brings marshmallows to roast.

Despite his little set up hiccups he's very good at packing. Remembers everything you could possibly need and more. Chargers, food, snacks and those little extra luxuries to make your stay more comfortable.

Is also smart enough not to camp anywhere too off the trail as to get lost. He's just a little clumsy when it comes to showing off because the universe always seems to be against him in that regard.

The best part about camping with Kuroo is snuggling in the tent in the evening. Doesn't skimp on the mattress. It's soooo comfy and the blankets are cozy. He's also just so warm and cheeky so it's loads of fun.

MIYA ATSUMU:

DO NOT I repeat DO NOT let this man camp anywhere that isn't an official site with phone reception or he will get lost and you will never see him again.

It's best in general not to leave him unsupervised because he thinks he can camp by himself but he forgets he palms a lot of the stuff off to Osamu so it's safe to say make sure you know what you're doing if it's just the two of you lmao.

Similar to Kuroo in that he would want to take you camping to show off his cool side. Wants to show you how he can rough it and set up everything FOR YOU!

He's been camping before a few times so he thinks he's used to it but once he gets there and he's setting up the tent that's when he thinks I don't remember it being this hard. And that's when he recalls palming off certain things to Osamu and he regrets his whole life.

At one point considers snapping the tent poles in half to make them fit because 'These damn instructions don't make any damn sense!' Yeah you're totally supposed to build your own tent by cutting it up dear.

That's the point you gotta stop him or you'll be sleeping under a tree. It's either you pitching the tent or giving up and going home (maybe a sneaky call to Osamu if you have no idea, he'll calmly talk you through it but DO NOT tell Atsumu lmao)

Atsumu's version of bringing food is bringing meat to bbq. He's good with meat and that's really it. You have to bring in the back ups and alternatives because that's all he's got. This man bring meat.

He actually almost forgot his phone too but he remembered it because he needed to use maps to get to the site lmao. He was so focused on making sure it was charged the night before he almost left it there charging.

Doesn't forget much in the way of supplies its mostly little things here and there and its remembered as the day goes on.

'Oh you know what I forgot! Tea Towels!'

'It's alright we have paper napkins we can probably use.'

'Oh shit! I remembered my toothbrush but forgot toothpaste!'

'I have mine it's fine.'

'Babe I forgot to pack extra socks can I wear yours?'

You snort. 'Sure! Did you remember underwear?'

'Ahhhhh.' There's a long pause. 'YES!'

Atsumu also has lots of activies planned. He's not amazing at it but he does like having a go at fishing. Does his best to teach you if you don't know how. Accepts pointers and likes you teaching him things if you're a pro.

If it's a hotter season he loves swimming in rivers or if you're by a beach, likes to go in the ocean. Bonus points if he can knock a volleyball around there. Even just having space to put up a net is great to knock a ball around.

Always remembers the bug repellent because he's not the biggest fan of bugs. Has those special sunglasses for camping trips. Its how you know he's on holiday lmao. It's a big dad vibe.

Honestly camping with Atsumu is fun either way and his forgetting things and clumsiness when it comes to setting up kind of becomes a fun thing in itself.

SUNA RINTAROU

He is not a natural camper at all. Honestly he would take a lot of convincing to even go camping in the first place.

It would have to be some version of glamping. Not literally glamping but his negotiation would be a location with a shower block and toilet that wasn't disguisting because he has standards.

This dude is NOT squatting in the woods only to get taken out by a bear or something. He just can't. He's already iffy about the tent like can't you two get a cabin at least? No? Fine but you're going and buying the BEST pump up mattress money can buy.

The tent is also going to be a spacious pop up easy to manage tent that this tall guy can stand up in because he's not walking around like an upside down L every time he wants to go indoors.

He's also investing in battery packs because he wants to have his phone in working order. And he's not using any of that sleeping bag nonsence. It's too sweaty. You’re bringing your nice blankets and sheets and pillows from home. He doesn't give a shit if they get dirty, he'll do the washing, alright?

The two of you do a big shopping trip before you leave to stock up on snacks. He really likes that part because its fun splurging on things you don't normally get. Picks flavours you like and things that sound fun to try.

'Hey we should get weird sounding flavours and try them on the road trip there.' He suggests. That's his way of trying to get into it. He also offers to drive because he doesn't mind longer trips. Also makes a playlist for the journey and one for the camp.

Once you two get there and start setting up he's very good about everything. Helps out with the tent since the two of you got easy to manage equipment everythings up very quickly. Helps bangs the pegs down. 'Huh this wasn't so bad.'

YES HE'S COMING AROUND! He also looks so cute in his camping clothes he bought. He went all out for you and threw together the most fashionable camping look.

Also insists on buying the best cooking equipment so you two can make good food. Doesn't want any of that packet, dehydrated crap. Wants noodles and rice and real food like meat and vege.

Isn't super into outdoorsy activities as a whole but doesn't mind low grade hikes and going for walks. Likes taking pictures of you and selfies of the two of you. Enjoys the trip because it's time together just the two of you.

If you went with a group of people I feel like Suna would be the one telling ghost stories to creep people out (ehem Atsumu) but if it's just the two of you then probably not

Stands by everything he was firm on. Especially when it comes time to shower and use the bathroom lol.

When the two of you go to bed he's like 'Aren't you glad we spent the extra money on THIS mattress.'

'Sure Rin.' You just kiss him so he shuts up.

'Hey, I've never done it on an air mattress before.'

Yep he goes there but hey there's not much to door on a camping trip at night so why not?

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

I was just thinking about Honey and Curtis- what would they do to celebrate the other's birthday (the first ones that they're together for)? Hope that makes sense...

The first ones are in the main stories, but I can give ideas of what they would typically look like.

For Curtis- Honey would bake his favorite cake, actually two of them. The first being a devil's food chocolate cake with a peanut butter frosting. The second is a pineapple upside down cake and that is mostly as a private joke between them about how pineapple just enhance certain sexual experiences.

Ever since the pineapple discussion, Honey can't help herself. It's a must.

As far as gifts- she tries to get him something she knows he wants, but wouldn't out right buy it himself. Like top quality paints and brushes. He is an artist, has a special talent for detail and she will encourage him in any way she can. Other years its items for camping trips or his solo hiking that he does in the summer, sometimes its even tickets or reservations to a new nearby weekend destination for you two to go explore. You also will get him to pick out a specific lingerie piece that he personally loves, something just for the two of you to enjoy. He never picks out red though, knowing enough about your past to know that red isn't a color that makes you feel good.

Usually his choices will be something that he knows his girl will feel good in.

Since he shares his birthday with his niece Sophia, typically they set up the backyard to have friends over for a bonfire and presents.

Now for Honey, Tanya helps here. Curtis could try to bake you a cake, you certainly put in a lot of effort for his, but he knows that he would ruin it. So he commissions Tanya for it. Tanya makes the most beautiful silky french vanilla cake with a whipped topping and fresh berries that you always love. Curtis will take the time to go pick the berries for Tanya to use from the berry patches lining the property.

For gifts- Curtis loves to spoil you. He will have fresh flowers set out for you, usually has a new house plant to add to your growing collection. Your spiderplant Peter Parker now has lots of friends. He will take you to your favorite bookstore and let you load up his arms with all he can carry, get you crafty projects that he knows you want to try, setting you up with all the materials to give it a start. He will also send you on a solo trip to visit with your sister for a few days, Curtis knows how close you two are and wants to make sure that you both are able to maintain that relationship, even as far away from each other as you both are.

Plus coming home is always a fun day for you and Curtis.

Overall they try not to go over the top for each other's birthday, but try to make it a memorable experience and give each other what they know the other will really appreciate.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 14

Masterlist

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Part 13 🍂 Part 15

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, unprotected sex,

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Releasing the next chapter because Sy smut really is the best thing to read before bed, and mygirl @keanureevesisbae deserves it! (And just so you know; I almost owe her 18, too. So we're just gonna keep going...)

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt @beck07990

“Ow! Fuck!” You weren’t made for hiking. Or camping. Or generally just being outdoors.

“What’s wrong, Sugar?” Sy looked back at you.

“My foot is stuck.” Why did it always have to be your foot? And why did it have to be stuck? You looked up at Sy, who was laughing. Of course he was, jerk. Somehow, you managed to get your foot out from between the roots of the tree they belonged to. No, the first few hours of your first ever camping trip hadn’t been able to convince you that this could be fun. In order for that to happen, it would have to get a lot more… fun. It was a short walk back to the clearing where your tents were. Seeing those again made you feel the urge to kick them. You didn’t, because you were afraid they’d collapse, and you would have to go through all of that again, and that was something you definitely didn’t want to do. While setting up camp, you’d decided you definitely weren’t outdoorsy. In fact, you were barely so much as outdoors-ish.

The whole debacle had involved almost taking Sy’s eye out with a tent pole (accidentally), Patrick making a bad joke about how you shouldn’t have to take revenge for Sy poking you and Julie hitting Patrick over the head with a tent pole (intentionally). In the end, you had to switch with Patrick and finish putting up their tent with Jules, because Sy tried to explain how everything worked, but couldn’t do so without talking to you like you were five years old. At least, that was your interpretation of his tone – Julie later told you that he was really just trying to help, and carefully suggested that you may have been a bit too embarrassed to hear that. She may have had a point, but that didn’t change much about your experience.

Now that you were finally sitting down, you were starting to like this. It was a really beautiful place.

“Is it always this quiet?” you asked curiously. Somewhere this pretty was bound to attract more visitors, right? It was as if Sy could read your mind.

“It’s private land. Belongs to a friend of our dads. He’s fine with us camping here as long as we don’t make a mess of the place, and we give him a call upfront,” he explained while he stared out over the small lake.

“That’s mostly so he won’t accidentally shoot us,” Patrick said. Both he and Sy laughed at the expression on your face.

“Excuse me?”

“He likes to hunt on the property.” That was a disgustingly simple explanation to you, and your face must have shown that because Sy and Pat were still laughing.

“Who likes to hunt?” you said, voice dripping with revulsion. Jules made a face at you while subtly pointing at the men who were with you, and your eyes went wide.

“Not for sport, Jules, you know that,” Sy said to her. He looked and sounded annoyed. It took the guys a while to answer all of your questions, and you ultimately concluded that – although you were glad that Sy wasn’t a ‘hunting trophies in the living room’ kind of guy – the shock value of finding out was bigger than your aversion to the hunting. Besides, there was a tiny piece of you that definitely felt something at the thought of Sy… You tried not to think about that…

“Wait, you said he likes to hunt on the property…” There was confusion on your face. “How big is the property?” Apparently, the man owned the lake you were currently looking at. And a whole lot of land around it.

“What can I say, Sugar,” Sy said to you as he laughed at your continuous surprise, “everything’s bigger in Texas.”

You spent the afternoon reading and writing. It had been a while since you had actually used pen and paper to write, but it was nice. The view of the lake was amazing, it was sunny and hot – which made it hard to concentrate, because Sy didn’t feel the need to keep his shirt on. After a while of trying to focus on your writing, failing, and letting your thoughts drift freely while watching Sy, it didn’t take much for him to convince you to join him for a swim. Pat left as you walked towards Sy, which confirmed any inkling you had about this being a setup. The water was so clear you could see to the bottom, and the temperature was nice. Sy was on his way over to you, and you met him halfway, which seemed to surprise him.

“You’re a good swimmer, Sugar,” he said. Did he actually sound impressed? Were you actually a good swimmer? No one had ever called you that before…

“I’m Dutch,” you said, “they won’t let you stay in the country if you aren’t.” With a few strokes, you were out of his reach, leaving a bewildered Sy behind. You made your way around the rocks that obscured part of the lake from view at your campsite and climbing up on one of them, feet dangling over the edge. The afternoon sun was hot, but the breeze over the lake caused goosebumps to appear on your wet skin. Just as you had closed your eyes to bask in the warmth for a bit, you felt hands near your hips. You had struggled to climb onto the rock you were sitting on, Sy pushed himself up with ease, one hand on either side of your hips. He kissed you quickly before dropping himself back down into the water. He must have been standing on a ridge of the rocks you hadn’t been able to reach, because he raised himself up a little and folded his arms over your thighs. You ran a hand through his wet hair. It was longer now, and it started to show hints of curls, especially when it was wet, which really made you hope the buzzcut was history for good. Impatient hands suddenly grabbed your knees and pushed them apart so his broad chest could fit in between them. Sy wrapped his arms around you and laid his head down on your thigh. It was nice, having his head in your lap, stroking his hair, taking in the sun… You hoped the two of you would spend some time like this, but teeth on your thigh and the mischievous eyes that looked up at you proved he had different plans.

“Sy, no,” you protested quietly, pointing in the direction of your tents. Sy smirked at you as he raised a finger to his lips, gesturing you to be quiet. “What if they come here?”

“They won’t,” Sy said as he pulled you closer to the edge of the rock, careful not to hurt you on the relatively smooth but still gritty surface, “I have a deal with Patrick.”

You didn’t get a lot of time to wonder what kind of deal – let alone ask him – because the soft kisses he pressed to the inside of your thigh distracted you. Sy was barely touching you, and you were already struggling to keep quiet – but so was he. His beard tickled your skin as he explored your thighs with his mouth, careful not to leave marks on you, though you were pretty sure he secretly wanted to. You bit your lip to stifle your moans as he pressed his thumb against your clit. Without thinking, you opened your legs wider, giving Sy full access. You rolled your hips into his thumb, already desperate for release, which made him chuckle softly. The pressure on your clit disappeared, and you whined. It wasn’t long until a finger worked its way into your bikini bottoms and lightly brushed along your slit, which had you shivering.

Deep breaths were the only thing keeping you from moaning loudly every time something Sy did sent jolts of electricity down your spine and into your core. There was just no way you weren’t absolutely dripping right now. The possibility of being caught – or even just heard, because you were pretty sure Pat and Jules already knew exactly what you were up to – added to the excitement. Sy finally decided he had enough of teasing you and pulled your bikini bottoms to the side. You leaned back on your elbows, trying not to overthink the fact that he had a very clear view of your exposed pussy right now. As he pushed his finger between your folds, he kept his eyes locked on yours. A smug smile spread across his face as his digit slipped into you with ease. You let out a soft moan when the second finger slid in just as easily. For a short but heavenly moment, he pumped his fingers into your core. You were surprised when you were met with that familiar feeling you knew would eventually grow into an orgasm – which made it all the more infuriating when Sy’s fingers retreated.

He raised himself up again, leaning over you to kiss you, dripping water all over you in the process. It startled you; the sun had warmed your skin nicely, and the water felt cold - and tickled as the little droplets rolled off you. The kiss was deep and passionate, and you whined as Sy pulled back way too soon. He looked at you, and his voice was low and deep when he spoke.

“C’mon, baby, tell me what you want.” He shook his head when you tried to put a hand against his chest to push him down. “I wanna hear ya say it.” Fuck. Your stomach was suddenly filled with a tornado of butterflies. Much to your surprise, it made you even hornier than you already were.

“Sy, I-I,” you couldn’t finish your sentence. Sy was no longer looking at you, but had focused his attention on your neck and chest, softly kissing your exposed skin and biting your nipples through the fabric of your bikini. He paused for a moment to answer you, shaking his head slowly as he did.

“Sugar, are ya gonna make me miss out on eatin’ this sweet li’l cunt o’ yers, just ‘cause ya can’t use your words?” The way he said it did something to you. What he said did something to you.

“Please, baby,” you whispered, on the verge of begging, “I want you to eat me out.” As soon as the words were out, his lips were on yours.

It was a brief kiss, followed by the next thing you had never imagined you would find so extremely exciting: “Atta girl, Sugar.”

He disappeared back into the water, and you immediately felt two hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them further apart. His tongue was on you in no time, focusing solely on your clit. Sy’s steady rhythm had you flat on your back within a minute, squirming and covering your mouth with your hands to keep the noise you made to a minimum. You turned back to taking deep breaths as Sy continued to push you towards your climax. You lasted longer than you had expected; each time you were close to coming, your breath pulled you back down again. It was a delightfully frustrating dance of ebb and flow. Of course you couldn’t last forever, and a little extra pressure from Sy’s tongue gently nudged you into bliss.

“Whoa,” you whispered. This was different. Normally, orgasms were falling, breaking down into waves of pleasure that crashed back into reality with brutal force. This was much more like sliding down a steep slope – much less violent but every bit as intense. Sy’s mouth stayed on you until your body relaxed completely. Then, you felt water rain down on you again, and you opened your eyes to find his face hovering over yours.

“Was that good?” It was a redundant question, but very sweet, nonetheless. You didn’t speak – you couldn’t. Instead, you just nodded, which was enough of an answer for him. He kissed you again, gently and slowly, while you took your time coming all the way back down. Reality hit you hard, starting with a very acute awareness of Sy’s hard-on pushed up against your naked pussy. Your entire body instantly screamed for one thing, and one thing only.

“Sy, I want you,” you murmured into his mouth, “now.” He groaned and rolled his hips into you when you said it.

“Can’t,” he breathed, “condoms.”

“I’m on the pill.” That, and you knew you could trust him. You studied his face as he considered your request: His eyes weren’t able to hide his desire – not that his cock didn’t give that away – and the slow-spreading smile gave away his decision before he said it out loud. He let himself sink down again and, from the looks of it, found somewhere he could stand.

“C’mere,” he said as he reached for your hand. You followed him into the water and let him pull you into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He struggled for a moment to position himself like this, but you soon felt his cock pushing against your entrance.

“Tell me if it don’t feel alright, Sugar,” he murmured as he pressed his lips against your neck, “water ain’t ideal.”

You couldn’t deny that; it definitely made things on the outside a bit less slick, but Sy took his time and moved slowly until he was all the way inside of you. His moans were different, somehow, restrained. You suspected he would have been louder than usual if the circumstances didn’t force you to stay quiet. Actually, you didn’t suspect it, you were fairly sure; your reaction was the exact same. There was something about this; not the fact that you were in water, or even because you were out in the open, but because this was skin on skin, and something about that was really intimate. Sy kept his thrusts shallow and his movements slow so he wouldn’t hurt you, and you used your legs to meet him with every move. After a while, you started to wonder if this was even doing anything for him. It took a moment to gather the courage to ask him. The semi-apologetic smile said enough; it really wasn’t. Sy wouldn’t be Sy, however, if he wasn’t quick to tell you that it didn’t matter.

“You know I want it to feel good for you, too,” you said softly as you stroked his cheek. If there was anything you had proven over the past four weeks, it was that you cared about his pleasure as much as he did about yours.

“I know, sweetheart,” he grunted, “alright, tell me if somethin’s off.” His pace became faster, and his thrusts harder.

“Oh fuck, Sy,” you said softly as he laughed. The way he was fucking you right now made your head spin. You buried your face in his neck, fighting to keep your moans low while he kept going. Finally, his breathing changed, which told you he was close. He kissed you, the sound of his moans muffled by your mouth as he filled you up with cum. After a moment, Sy wanted to pull out, but you stopped him. There was nu reason to, now, no hurry.

“No, stay.” It sounded almost sleepy when you said it, and you wrapped your arms and legs tighter around Sy. He held you for a while, but eventually he suggested you should make your way back to the tents. He was right, because apparently, your friends had started to miss you.

“Hey lovebirds, get back here!”

[watatsumiis]

you and your f/o(s) finally have time to relax and decides to take some extra days off this festive season! where are you going and what will you be doing? 🌴

no pressure in answering, and please take your time! <3

Ooooooh (twirling my hair (gay coded)) this is such a fun question, ill answer it under the cut since ive got a feeling im gonna ramble!! thanks so much for asking this, it was so fun to answer :D

my self ship blog is @rowavolo in case anyone is interested in more of these sorts of drabbles, they're so fun and silly <3

Well, since the festive season is always warm for me and I don't cope well with the heat, a lot of the activities would probably be shaped by that skdjjkdfs

Neuvillette and I go on a trip! Not super far out, but we stay in a place close to the beach (with air conditioning, of course,) and spend the days napping away (or doing some low effort crafts or cooking together!) and then go on walks in the morning and evening, even going to go sit on the beach late at night and hold hands under the light of the stars while we listen to the waves!! I imagine the time would be mostly unstructured and calm, with a few scheduled Events for us to work around, but a lot of it really depends on how we're both feeling that day, and we may choose to be randomly spontaneous and do something a bit wacky every now and then (including cooking soup over a bonfire on the beach. simply because we can.)

Ayato doesn't often get time off, so I feel like he'd pack it full with all the things he's been wanting to do since he last had a break like this. He'd have an annotated itinerary and will do his very best to get Ayaka and Thoma to be able to join us! He likes to be able to wander the markets at his leisure, but also going on long walks or checking out monuments and events and stuff like that! If it's possible, he's almost definitely swinging to get out of Inazuma. I think one of the things he'd love to have a chance to see is the Lantern Rite, so Liyue is the number one destination! Fancy dining, interesting stalls, storytellers, you name it, it's on Ayato's itinerary in itty bitty writing that only Thoma can even begin to decipher. Of course, there's definitely a few cheesy little dates for just us strewn throughout there too.

Zhongli has probably been planning for something like this for a while - Hu Tao is pretty lenient with giving him time off, especially around this time of year. Of course, he'd definitely have the Lantern Rite on his list as well, but it's definitely not at the tippy top of his list. Ideally, he'd organise what is essentially a several day long hike/camping trip to show me places of interest around Liyue, including interesting ruins and statues and even places with fauna or flora he thinks i'll like looking at. In the end, it's just us infodumping back and forth at each other for hours on end about whatever subjects come to mind as we walk, occasionally stopping for picnic breaks or to look at some cool animal that's passing by :3

Diavolo organises a trip up to the human realm. He certainly doesn't want to miss out on the warm summer weather and all the human world traditions i've mentioned to him! Anything summer-y that you can think of, we're probably doing it. Sailing, surfing, fishing, playing on the beach, water parks, drive in theaters, everything! He probably plans way too much to do in the short amount of time he has off, and thus has to extend the holiday (much to Barbatos' chagrin). He totally wears a big floppy hat, short shorts (that his thighs are basically bursting out of jksdfhkfd), sunglasses and those painfully bright button up shirts (stolen from me) as well as the most horrific bright red crocs (covered in charms, obviously).

[stars-n-spice]

It's cuffing season so here is a list of why Wrecker is literally the perfect partner

for a 4'11, Korean Mexican, probably neurodivergent introverted individual

His height. He can reach all the things I cannot even if he would probably tease me about it. I won't have to climb on the counters to get stuff from the cabinets or make a fool out of myself in grocery aisles when something I need is on the top shelf. I could ask him to carry me on his shoulders to experience being tall for once (only to probably get scared because that's too high up). I just think it'll be beneficial. Not to mention on my knees I am the perfect height to [gets shot].

His size. The sheer build of this man compared to mine is fucking crazy and I think about it a little too much. But without getting NSFW,, he's like a portable heater and a weighted blanket wrapped in one big teddy bear. I'd sleep so well engulfed in his arms (though it might stress him out every morning, waking up and thinking "Oh shit, I hope I didn't crush them-") because it probably feels very warm and very safe. I stupidly made fun of my mom for being cold all the time one day and karma got my fucking ass so now I'm cold all the time, but Wrecker practically radiates heat. Also we both definitely have size kinks so it works in out favor ahahaha.

His Emotional Intelligence. Wrecker's incredibly intelligent and especially with his emotions and other people's emotions. Meanwhile my emotional intelligence is,,, uh, not that good. So not only could he probably help me work on it but because he has such a high emotional intelligence I just think he'd be able to understand me in ways others can't/don't. I say that because I'm very touch adverse and Wrecker is a very physically affectionate guy, but I think he'd catch on quickly that I'm not always comfortable with hugs and shit without me telling him (because I can't bring myself to tell people "Hey, I actually don't like that.") and would be able to adjust so that I'm comfortable. Also I just think he'd be able to tell when something is bothering me and instead of confronting me about it (which will freak me out and make things worse) he'd just try to distract me from it or get me to lighten up with some jokes or something. Also, he's a demolitions expert so I can imagine that he's incredibly cautious and patient and that's exactly what I need because fuck, it'll take some time for all the walls to come down.

Similar Interests. I'd like to think that we'd have somewhat similar interests. I could see him enjoying action and animation films/TV shows. You wanna have a Kung Fu Panda marathon? Say no more. We are quoting things and making references left and right. Wanna get into our matching Sonic pajamas and watch Sonic Prime? Definitely. Yes. Done deal. We're info dumping about fixations to each other, I'm watching him play Minecraft because if I play it, I get nauseous, he's listening as I give him a PowerPoint presentation about the MCU. We're going to interactive science museums for stimulation, I'm taking him to the Montery Bay Aquarium and the San Diego Zoo (and the Safari Park) and telling him cool animal facts the entire time while he gets to enjoy seeing all the awesome creatures. He's so down to go camping and hiking, which is great because I do a lot of that. Personality wise we are not the same but I'd like to think that we would enjoy a lot of the same things. Idk,, basically ADHD and Autism solidarity.

He's a morning person. Again, opposites attract because I am most definitely not a morning person by any means. I'm staying up all night writing and watching Markiplier play FNAF while he snores away and in the morning he's up at like fucking 6 am to run or something while I sleep until the afternoon. Bonus points if he feeds my cat in the morning, my cat and I will love him forever if he does. Idk, I just think that'll be nice.

He'll eat well with me. Every day I thank the gods that I am Korean and Mexican because I really fucking won in terms of food. On top of that, I've got access to a WIDE variety of different cuisines because thank god I'm not in the middle of butt fuck nowhere with no access to anything good. Like when my family goes camping we're taking a whole Korean BBQ restaurant with us! We aren't going to eat beans out of a can, you're fucking crazy. Anyways, he'll have all the meat in the word because holy fuck do Koreans eat a lot of meat. I also like to think that he LOVES spicy food too (even if he can't handle it all that well). And wouldn't you know, Koreans and Mexicans fucking LOVE their spice. Man is eating SO WELL and I stand by him needing someone who can give him GOOD food in generous amounts. Like after seeing him so full after eating on Pabu and having that sushi I was like, oh that man is in for a TREAT.

My family would love him. I also grew up in a big family with lots of siblings so I think that we could bond over that. My family is also pretty nice and accepting too, they'd have fun with him.

He'd think I'm cool. This is a completely selfish point but oh well. Sometimes I beat myself up over being so childish and shit but then I'll think about how Wrecker wouldn't give a shit whether or not I have dinosaur themed bed sheets. He'd think that's the coolest thing ever. He'd be in complete awe of my stuffed animal collection and would think I'm the coolest person ever. It just helps sometimes, idk,,

Anyways-

Those are like,, the main points

I probably think about him too much and sometimes I'm absolutely devastated by the fact that he's not real because he's literally perfect for me </3

Don't get me wrong, I'm probably most definitely aroace but,, idk he just seems to be an exception

[pbandjesse]

Happy Halloween!! Today was kind of a wild day? I did not expect that. I'm pretty exhausted emotionally. But like in a good way. Like in a way where I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

I slept better last night. I woke up when my alarm went off and I actually felt good. I felt better. I was still winded quickly but I wasnt having as bad of a time.

James had packed me a little lunch. I was trying to get dressed and accidently ripped my necklace off and got really sad. I had to take a moment to fix it. But I was still able to leave on time.

I got to camp at 8. And spent the first half hour or so setting up in the art building. I didn't have as many tubes as I expected but it would all work out. Though I kept getting very very winded. I would not be able to go on the hike and I'm really glad Elizabeth backed me up on that one. It was not a good idea. Despite some protests from our group.

It was strange. Gabe was just like. We need you. And I'm like I can't. And I think once he saw how winded I got just just walking to the council ring he would take over and lead one of the hikes so I could go sit in the office and not fall apart.

It was a beautiful day though. After I helped walk the group to the council ring and we went through their whole morning intro, I walked with Elizabeth back to the office. I stopped to take a few pictures of some beautiful mushrooms. And then went to work on some research.

I had wanted to start working on a program about homesteading. But it became research all about the homestead act. Which turns out it takes place over a much longer time then I expected. So I needed to give context. So I started listing major events. From the first homestead in 1883. To the last one, which was finished in 1988. Crazy!

It was fun doing the research though. And as I finished my timeline it was time for lunch. I made Alexi and Elizabeth laugh when I told them just to much history has happened and listed all of the things that I decided to put on my chart.

After lunch we had our 5, 15 minutes rotations. Which was just way to short. But the kids were super sweet. I think they really liked the shaker music maker project and I also think Gabe saw how short 15 minutes with no transition is and how we need more time. We'll see if he changes his preferred schedule in the future. We have their group one more time on thursday and then again they will be with us in the spring. And I do really like the group, I just wish we were being given more time with them!

It was fun seeing the few kids who wore costumes. Celia had a thor costume on. Everyone liked my horns. It was a good day.

I did have fun though even if it was a bit chaotic. We used toilet paper tubes and construction paper to make some really fun shakers and everyone got to chose how many beads and such to fill them with for different sounds. It was great. And then it was done.

I cleaned up and started collecting my materials for my feild trip tomorrow. This took a while but not as long as it sometimes does. Mostly because some of the stuff was already out.

I drove around camp out my stuff out. And headed to the office to finish the last bit of the day.

This is where things got a little emotionally crazy. I got an email for a house that has hair gotten listed. Near Patterson Park. Just a little weird. But in the best way. And I sent it to James. And Jess. And my parents. I really liked this one. And it is in our budget.

Mom said we should go see it. I told James that and they said yes. I was vibrating with nerves. But also calm. I felt like we were doing it backwards. We don't have any paperwork together! We aren't pre-approved! We don't have anything to do with anything! I didn't want my hope to get up.

But also. Things work out for me. I am smart and rational but also. Things just go my way a lot of the time. I'm lucky, I'm blessed. Things work out for me! So James made an appointment. And I talked to my parents on the phone. We came up with a plan.

I talked through it with my coworkers too. Everyone seemed like not being approved yet was fine. But from what Jess has told me that isn't true. So I decided I would solve this myself.

I drove home and as soon as I got back I started looking to get pre-approved online. Just so I could have an idea of what we could be approved for. And it took most of the next hour but I got us pre-approved.

The man I spoke to with the mortgage company, Joe, was very nice. But in the end we probably won't go with them, instead we'll go with someone local. But he was super nice and made me feel like we are in a good place. It was fun but also stressful! This is like when we bought the car. I'm a good negotiator when needed but mostly I'm level headed and always looking for a deal. So when I'm got us a pre-approval letter literally 20 minutes before we went to see our first house just felt really awesome.

We did get stuck in a little traffic. James had gotten a little stressed in a moment when I asked them to get me an email but we were a team and they trust me to handle things. Which is great but I also worry I am running over them, but they just tell me that they know I have us both in mind so they aren't worried about that.

When we arrived at the house I was already like. Wow. Like it's not much outside. It's on a block with a few empty houses. But it has stained glass in the front windows. And I was very excited.

And who knows if this will be the one but I did really like it and I absolutely can see us living there. The thing that I think was the most interesting was that it was broken into two units at one point. So it has features I really wanted. Like a foyer. And separation between the kitchen and living spaces. It has a finished basement! It has a sky light! It has goofy features like the original stairs sticking out of the wall! It has 2 true bedrooms, and a landing that could be a second living room or library space. It's just super cool.

The realtor was super nice too. He suggested a local mortgage company that can get us more Baltimore specific grants. And he was pretty honest with us about the goofy elements both of the neighborhood and the house. But like. I feel good about this! So we told him to put us in contact with his guy, and we see what happens. Terrifying. Like. We might be buying a house? So much quicker then I expected.

But also it might not work out. It might not be the right one. But that is okay. I'm excited to see what happens.

We were kind of wound up after going through the house. It was time to go home.

When we got back here emotionally I was in a weird space. We sat in the car and talked it through. James is for it. I had called my mom and we talked the whole drive back. Just trying to work through the whole plan. But I needed to talk it out with just my husband. And we think it would be good. We thought about what we would change. What would stay. What rooms were for where. Putting in a balcony. How long it might take us to move out of this apartment. It is a weird feeling.

When we finally went inside we would start working on our Halloween pictures. This did not work out amazing. I got really upset. James looked like an angel and I felt very ugly. The backdrop kept falling down. I was struggling from the drop in emotions. But after a break, and a third costume change, we got a few shots I liked. And things would be okay.

James and me would do a little cleaning. While we were doing that people were absolutely screaming at each other outside over candy?? It was very bizarre. But once it calmed down out there we felt a little more normal.

I took a shower. James made some dinner. And we have been in bed day dreaming since then. I am going to have to figure out how to tell the pre-approval mortgage people were going with someone local. And that makes me anxious. But it will be okay. If that's the worst thing I have to deal with I'll live. Even if it makes me uncomfortable because I feel a little bad. They are a major company though and will be fine.

Tomorrow is another day. Who knows what it'll hold. I hope my feildtrip is fun. And then I have my ceramic class. I hope it's a good day.

I love you all. Take care of yourself!!

[chaos-thirium]

104, Sixty

Here you go, anon. I'm guessing you're dealing with the summer heat too, since you asked for this one! This ended up more playfully suggestive than smutty, but I hope you like it!

104  “I forgot my towel”

Being peer-pressured into going skinny dipping was such a cliché. You couldn’t believe you were dealing with it, particularly as a grown adult. Luckily, it was dark, so you were able to scuttle into the lake without anyone really seeing you. By the time the moon peeped back out from behind its covering cloud, only your shoulders and head showed above the water. Your friends laughed, but left you alone. You were engaging in the group activity like everyone else, so there was no need to give you any more shit.

You knew skinny dipping was a camping tradition, but you still felt it was a weird thing to do with a bunch of friends, even ones you knew well. Although, since all of them were paired off with each other, it made a little more sense. Well, all of them except you and one other.

The fact that you were even on this trip was a miracle. It almost hadn’t happened, all because of the android known as Sixty. When you’d first met him, you’d thought he’d be like Connor. Connor who was sassy yet sweet, loyal and funny, serious when he needed to be. Connor who was swimming not too far away with a girl that you had only recently stopped being a little bit jealous of.

Despite looking identical and sharing some of the same memories, Sixty had gone a different way since deviating. He was snarky and overly confident, arrogant, a player who left a string of broken hearts in his wake. Yet, he kept proving that he could be a decent person, despite all of that. It was infuriating, because it meant you couldn’t just hate him in peace. Part of you liked him, and you resented that.

You almost hadn’t come on the trip because he fucking knew you liked him, and he wouldn’t let it go. Well, unless you slept with him, probably. Then he’d likely drop you like a live grenade.

Your friends seemed to be on a mission to push the two of you together, which, considering Sixty’s track record, felt a little cruel. Didn’t they realise that you’d just be the latest notch on his metaphorical bedpost? Or were they sharing a mutual delusion that you’d miraculously be the one he was going to change for?

You shoved the thoughts out of your head, swimming a little further out. The lake was clear and cold, refreshing after a long day of hiking and exploration. You loved swimming. That was the main reason why you’d agreed to the skinny dipping.

“Fuck, it’s freezing!”

You rolled your eyes at Gavin’s exclamation. The only reason he was here was because he was dating a mutual friend of yours and Connor’s. All he’d done so far was complain about things and make bad jokes, and you weren’t sure which was more annoying.

“It’s not that bad,” Connor said tentatively.

“You’re made of plastic, what would you care?”

“Actually…” Connor began, before swiftly giving up.

Sixty, however, had no such problem. “We still feel temperatures, meat sack. We’re just not whiny little bitches like you.”

“Fuck you!” Gavin shot back. He turned to his partner. “I’m getting out. I think my dick has retreated inside my body.”

A pause followed his words, and everyone looked to Sixty, even you. The lack of a joke at Gavin’s expense surprised you.

“What?” Sixty said, glancing at everyone. “I’m not saying anything. That’s way too easy, it wouldn’t even be fun.”

You snorted quietly. Gavin waded out, and you glanced away until he’d retrieved his towel.

“You all think it’s fucking freezing,” he declared, “you’re just too stubborn to admit it!” He glanced back towards the campfire. “There’s one brownie left. Last person out of the lake wins it.”

“How’s that fair?” Sixty argued. “Some of us don’t eat!”

“Fine. If an android wins, you get…I dunno…one favour from the person in second place. But you’re not allowed to mess around with your sensors or whatever.”

“I don’t know,” Connor said, treading water effortlessly. “That seems unsafe. If people are as stubborn as you say, they could risk hypothermia just to win.”

Gavin rolled his eyes so hard, you saw it even in the dim moonlight. “Risking hypothermia to win is against the rules. You feel weird, you get out. Simple as.”

You started swimming again, gentle breaststroke back and forth. It reserved your energy and kept your muscles warm. You were winning that brownie.

Seventeen minutes later, the only people still in the competition were you and Sixty. Everyone else had gone back to the fire. You weren’t really surprised. You were both incredibly obstinate, especially when pitted against each other. You weren’t really a competitive person, except for where Sixty was concerned. Part of you suspected you needed to feel in control, so that you could continue pretending you weren’t attracted to him. If he beat you at something, you felt off-kilter, vulnerable.

You were still swimming, but you were tired now, getting colder every time you needed to take a rest break. You really should get out of the water, or you’d be breaking the ‘don’t get hypothermia’ rule. You wondered if Sixty was risking any of his biocomponents by staying in the lake or if he was tougher than that. You suspected he was. He and Connor were the only androids in your group, and Connor had got out when his girlfriend had rather than when he needed to. You weren’t going to win this. You needed to give it up before your teeth started chattering.

“Fuck,” you muttered, switching direction and heading for the shore. “Fuck.”

Your eyes narrowed as you realised the beach was empty. Your friends had all disappeared from the fireside, presumably back to their tents. You’d been so busy focusing on your swimming, you hadn’t noticed them leave! At least that meant that…

You’d just started wading when the dilemma struck you. If you got out now, Sixty would see you. The moon was bright, and your towel was far enough away that he’d get an eyeful before you covered yourself.

Sighing, you turned to him. He was lounging in the shallows, his hands folded behind his head, looking like he hadn’t a care in the world. His eyes were fixed on you, trademark smirk in place.

“Close your eyes,” you ordered him.

He quirked an eyebrow, but did as you requested.

You kept your gaze on him as you waded out, but he didn’t move. You hurried to your towel and wrapped it around you, sitting by the fire. The warmth kissed your skin, and you let out a blissful sigh. At least you were the last human standing. You could brag about that.

You heard the slosh of waves as Sixty made his way out, but you didn’t look up until he approached the fire. Your eyes widened as you realised he was still naked, and your shocked gaze took in everything before you reacted enough to turn away.

“What the fuck, Sixty?” you burst out, staring adamantly at the fire.

Holy shit, he was gorgeous. And apparently didn’t have the same reaction to the cold that humans did, judging by what you’d caught a glimpse of between his legs. Your cheeks burned, even without the fire’s warmth.

You saw him shrug in your peripheral vision. “I forgot my towel,” he said casually.

“Bullshit,” you scoffed. “Androids don’t forget things.”

“Deviants do,” he retorted, for which you had no answer. He might be right, you didn’t know.

He sat beside you, and you jerked away as if stung.

“Put your fucking clothes on!” you squeaked.

“They’ll get wet,” he said.

“You should have thought of that before you forgot your towel,” you snapped.

He laughed softly. “What are you afraid of?”

“Nothing.”

“You can’t even look at me.”

Just to prove him wrong, you turned your head, keeping your gaze firmly on his shoulders or above. That traitorous part of you wanted to roam further down, take in the magnificence of his perfect, sculpted form. He wore an amused expression, as if he knew, dark eyes lit golden by the fire.

“You owe me a favour,” he said.

You frowned. “What?”

“The rules of the game,” he explained. “I can’t eat the brownie, so I get a favour from you instead.”

Right, Gavin’s rules. You remembered now. Wariness began to creep over you. Sixty was a little shit, and the possibilities of how he could use this to his advantage were endless.

“What do you want?” you asked cautiously.

He hesitated, presumably for dramatic effect, since you were sure he already knew what he was going to say.

“I need a towel,” he said eventually. “So you either give me yours or let me share it.”

You blanched, your heart tripping in alarm. “And if I refuse?”

Sixty shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me. I don’t have a problem with my nudity.”

You frowned, backed into a corner. Judging by the smirk on his face, he expected you to refuse, allowing him to sit there and torment you. That just made you want to do the opposite, but what then? He would get a free show, and you’d have to look him in the eye knowing he’d seen you naked.

There were worse fates. And truthfully, you were getting tired of the back and forth between you. Part of you just wanted to jump him, have one amazing night before he inevitably dropped you. It would be better to do that sooner rather than later, before your heart got involved. You wanted him too, so at least you’d get to have that for yourself before he moved on to the next conquest.

You stood, and Sixty lifted a hand towards you.

“Come on, it’s just a game…” he started to say.

His words trailed off as you unwrapped your towel and dumped it in his lap. His widened eyes stared at you, trailing a slow sweep of your still-damp skin.

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely.

You felt emboldened under his gaze, and with your new determination running through you. There was a sense of peaceful confidence in making a decision, even if the thought of going through with it made you breathless with anticipation.

“We’re going to share that towel,” you said.

“Oh?” Sixty queried.

You nodded. “We’re going to lie on it while we fuck.”

You had the satisfaction of seeing the stunned look on his face as he took in your words. You never spoke like this, but you were starting to think you should do it more often. His reaction was priceless.

You glanced at him with raised brows. “That’s what you want, right?”

He pulled himself together enough to stand too, staring you down. “What do you want?” he threw back at you.

“I want you to follow me back to my tent,” you said simply before walking away.

You smiled at the sound of him hastily kicking sand over the dying fire, and glanced back over your shoulder.

“And bring that brownie.”

You were going to need to keep your stamina up, after all.

It surprised you when you woke and he was still there, arm around your waist, limbs tangled with yours. It surprised you the day after, too, and the day after that.

After six months or so, it stopped surprising you.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Cold Hands, Gigantic Heart

While on the run from Edda and the Jutuls, Isolde gets cold.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ragnarok, and I have never been to Norway so there might be some places where the setting details are wonky. I also haven't finsihed season 3 yet, so please no spoilers!

This was written for Jubileen on AO3 for the 2023 Battleship Exchange.

AO3

FFN

SquidgeWorld

It was a long trek from Edda to their destination. It was even longer, since Saxa and Isolde were travelling on foot. They had initially been sharing a bike, but after a recent crash the bike had been wrecked. Maybe, if they had been able to stay in one place for a month, they could have gotten it back from a repair shop. It would have taken too long, though. They were being tracked despite their efforts. They had needed to leave the other Jutuls' sphere of influence so that Isolde would be safe and Saxa wouldn't be dragged back.

It wasn't easy. Saxa's back hurt from sleeping on the hard ground. She missed her nice, large, fluffy mattress. Maybe she had gone soft, but she was not looking forward to sleeping on the ground again tonight. Maybe, if they made enough progress on the hike today, they could stay in a hostel tomorrow night.

Saxa knew she wasn't the only one the walking was hard on. Isolde's shoes were wearing thin. Isolde would protest and claim that she was fine, that they didn't need to dig into what savings Saxa could take with them. Isolde didn't usually complain for herself, just other people. As it was, right now her teeth were chattering.

Saxa wrinkled her nose in confusion. Wait, what?

"Are you cold?" Saxa wasn't cold.

She's human, and humans are weak and short-lived, Vidar had said after Saxa had intervened, after she had told Isolde to run. We're the only ones who understand you, and you're going to give all that up for her?

Isolde turned to her. "How are you... right. You're not human."

Saxa took Isolde's freezing hand, listening to her girlfriend sigh at the warmth. "Yes, well, I'm sure you're happy for my nonhuman hands right now. Come on, let's go find a place to set up camp."

"Are you sure? There's still a few hours of daylight.

"It's just going to get colder. If we keep walking in the cold, you might get sick."

"Okay, okay. Beans for dinner?"

"I'll gather firewood."

An hour later, they were laying down together between two blankets that did little to keep Saxa from feeling every single piece of gravel. She didn't know how Isolde managed to fall asleep so quickly. As frustrating as the gravel was, at least Isolde wasn't cold anymore. Saxa's hand trailed up Isolde's chest, resting over her heart and feeling its steady beat. If Saxa hadn't been there, if she hadn't intervened, then it wouldn't be beating right now. She hadn't meant for their relationship to grow so close. It had just a way of keeping an eye on a potential threat to Jutul Industries. Now Saxa was a threat.

Isolde was human, and like all humans she wasn't as strong as a giant, nor was she as long lived. And yet, she was the strongest person Saxa knew, with a heart big enough to fit both the planet and Saxa in it.

And no one but time would take Isolde away from her. Not even the cold.

A/N: Fun fact: the alternate title to this was The Soles of Your Shoes Are All Worn Down (the Time for Sleep Is Now). I felt that it was too long, and more importantly, using an "I Will Follow You into the Dark" lyric for an AU where Isolde lives gave off the wrong tone.

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Apples and avocados. Jason would have to remember that. He enjoyed being able to talk with his sister-in-law. Muto and Donna gave him more of an update after she and Mara left. They also explained to Jack who she was. They first met in 1998. Mike brought her to Thanksgiving dinner because she didn’t have anywhere else to go. They then dated on and off for several years, but they remained close friends. It was about a year ago that she was in a serious car accident.

She and a friend were driving home from getting something to eat. They were waiting to cross through the intersection when they were hit on the driver’s side at around a hundred miles an hour. The accident caused her to have bleeding in her brain, fluid in her heart, and a broken leg. Along with minor cuts and bruises. She had emergency surgery to stop the bleeding in her brain.

She also had open heart surgery. Because of the trauma, she had permanent, irreversible brain damage and epileptic seizures. She was nonverbal and paralyzed. How did she move around in her wheelchair? She could move her hands but she lost the ability to move her arms. That was why she got a new monitor. Mike moved in with her after the accident, so he could take care of her. Were they married? Yes, they had a small courthouse wedding.

“She doesn’t want pity or sympathy. Mike’s band loves her. They don’t treat her any differently. They’re always joking around with her while making sure she’s okay. She has another group of friends who also come over to see her or help out.”

“What happened to the person who hit her?”

“She was found guilty of driving under the influence of drugs. All of us wanted her to go to jail, but she ended up being sentenced to community service.”

They found out after the arrest that the woman who hit her was her half-sister. That family never visited her in the hospital or asked how she was doing or how they could help. Where were her parents? Her mother died when she was a baby and her father died when she was seventeen years old. Biologically, she was an only child.

Even though it was late, Mike called home to see if Bria was still awake. She was. Mara set her phone up on speaker, so she could hear what he said and respond to him with her monitor. It was like a real conversation. She told him about having dinner with his parents, Jason, and his boyfriend, Jack. They just got home from that. How was that? It was very fun. She hadn’t seen Jason in a while, so she liked talking with him.

“Mara and I showed them my monitor and how it works.”

“I’m going to have to ask him about his boyfriend. This is the first time I’ve heard about it.”

“You didn’t hear it from me.”

He laughed. “I’m sure he won’t mind you telling me.”

“We should take a vacation somewhere when you get home. We could go hiking or something.”

“That is a great idea. It can’t be too remote because I want us to be near a hospital, so we can’t go camping or anything. Just in case. I’ll look into wheelchair-accessible hiking trails.”

“Awesome. Maybe Abbie can help me look into it tomorrow when she comes over. What time is it there where you are?”

It was about four in the morning, but they had a day off to sleep and rest. That sounded wonderful. He agreed it was. Would she bring the cats hiking? They would not enjoy being on leashes, though they would probably enjoy smelling everything. He laughed and agreed that was probably true. After talking for a while about the tour, they said I love you, and good night.

Mara left the room to give them privacy. Whatever they were talking about as husband and wife was none of her business. She noticed her coming over to her, so she got up and walked over to meet her. After taking the phone, she turned it off. How was the phone call? It was wonderful. They were going to plan a hiking trip somewhere close to LA. She was going to look into it with Abbie when she came over. A vacation sounded like a great idea.

“He called me at four in the morning.”

“Oh my gosh. Does he have to get up early?”

“No, they have the day off. He can sleep in.”

“Good. I’m glad you got to talk to him. Are you tired now?”

Yes, she was. It had been a fun day and evening but she was ready to go to sleep. They went into her room. She helped her to bed before hooking up her medical equipment. Abbie would be over the next morning to bring her to a group for adults with Lou Gehrig’s disease. It would be her first time going. Abbie called the contact person listed on the website to ask if she could attend since she didn’t have an official diagnosis. She was told that yes, she could attend.

Who would be joining her? Abbie gave her name. She was her nurse and caregiver. After getting more information, they ended the call. Bria was anxiously waiting to hear if she could go. She zoomed around the house to give her a distraction. When she heard she could go, she was very excited.

What was she excited about? She was excited about meeting other people like her. Maybe they could learn more about the disease and how to get a diagnosis. She thought that was possible. They might be serving snacks. Was she okay with bringing her feeding tube and supplies? Maybe she could have something to drink. Yes, she would like that.

She would pack it into her bag for her, then after breakfast. After saying good night, she walked out and closed the door behind her quietly. She then went into the kitchen and found the notebook. Mara wrote about their morning and afternoon. She wrote about having dinner with her in-laws and her phone call with Mike. It was a later night than usual, but there weren’t any problems. She was in a great mood the entire day.

Bria was one of the easiest patients she ever worked with. She loved coming to work and hanging out with her because she never knew what to expect. Abbie felt the same way. Ten out of ten would recommend having her as a patient. They had patients who were sometimes aggressive or borderline abusive, especially when it came to patients with brain injuries. But, not her.

She was more than a patient, she was like a friend. The house was quiet, as the cats were also asleep. She went to the dining room and worked on her laptop. It was near her room, so she would hear if any of her monitors went off. Meow. Rascal jumped up onto the table. He was awake and ready to cause trouble. She sighed as he sat on her keyboard. Do you just want attention? He slowly blinked at her. After getting what he wanted, he ran off and she continued working.

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My Ultimate Traveling Goals

The most doable ones are in Philippines (of course) and Japan. I'm gonna have to find at least one travelling buddy for France and Italy. US, well, it depends if my friend from Virginia is willing to come with me, but if not I also have family I can contact in the US in case any shit happens.

Tubbataha Reef in Philippines

Pont du Gard in Southern France

Viaduc de Millau in Southern France

Akihabara, Japan

Galileo Museum in Florence, Italy

Uffizi Galleries in Florence, Italy

Kyoto, Japan

Coron Island in Philippines

The Folger in Washington, DC

Tokyo One Piece Tower in Osaka, Japan

These are technically not goals for me though. It's more of a "Well, if I I have too much money and need a grand vacation, I have this list."

I have not included here the places where my friends want to go with me. They mentioned other places in Philippines and then Portugal, Indonesia, and Singapore. Hmm... I do wanna try going to Norway but my reason is very shallow compared to the ones on this list. And so, I'd rather not spend money for something shallow.

There are way too many places in Philippines we (my folks) can visit if we just cared enough to, lol. The ones on this list are just the ones I look forward to the most, if I ever get the opportunity to. Mom said she wants us, as a family, to go to places more often now that she's gonna retire. How convenient for her, while I worry about the entire budget HAHAHA. Well played, ma.

I've gone to caves, I've hiked up mountains, I've dived under a waterfall, I've done kayaking. I haven't camped in a forest yet. I guess that's what my fam and I can do later. Paragliding would be fun too, but I'd do that one with friends cause I don't wanna hear mom's "YOU WILL DIE."

Out of the experiences I had reconnecting to nature, I like hiking up mountains the most. It's the most chill one, and most fulfilling. Going inside caves wasn't all too exciting for me, surprisingly (cause I embrace darkness). It's stressful to go under inside a cave because it's slippery and you can't see far into that abyss. Diving under the waterfall and floating in the water right where it falls.... the experience was also underwhelming. "That's it? Now what. Now I have sore shoulders." LOL. Kayaking was fun! Hella fun! But once it's over, it's whatever. We let the water push us forward and we use center of gravity to prevent ourselves from getting yeeted out of the kayak. What did I gain after that? Sore hips and legs under just a few minutes.

But when I hike up a mountain, there's so much for me to notice. The birds. The shape of the leaves. The texture and color of boulders. The paths of streams. The natural footpaths made by other people just by using them often. There's so much time to spend, it doesn't just pass like one flip in a book. I can rest in between. I can get a better footing and can rely on the ground's friction. I can get sore all over my legs and hips, but once I reach the summit, what do I get? I get a great view above and can just be present to breathe all that in. It gives me a great spot to just write down any thought I have. It makes me feel more appreciative of all the steps I took to get there at the top. That's what I want out of travelling.

When I travel, I want to be able to appreciate not just the moment I spent, but also the history behind it, how it's survived to this day, how people have shaped it, how it came to be, and how it's affecting me, and what I get after the entire experience.

Museums are very insightful, if you know what you're looking at. It's also quite empowering. I get out of museums feeling so much more inspired.

I want to take a good look of infrastructures in Southern France. I don't just find them aesthetically pleasing, but also the structures themselves are impressive, considering their age and the knowledge and tools people had in the past. I want to analyze it personally, and then appreciate the wondrous works of the engineers that designed them and the hard work of their builders. I was thinking of Greece too. But I'm more interested in bridges and aqueducts. This trip is the most ambitious one, I must say.

Japan, I obviously am going there to satisfy my anime desires, especially the One Piece theme park. I'd be livid! One of the other main reasons I want to travel Japan is food AND their arcades. Akihabara is a must. And then I also wanna try doing the traditional tea ceremony. The scenery and vibe in Kyoto I think is the best for it.

I always want to go to a stage theatre. So I'm thinking, I gotta go to The Folgers Theatre for it. It's the farthest one in this list though, and it's the most challenging one to schedule. And tbh, I won't mind if I never get the chance to get there. I still added it here because if I could, then it would be epic as a theatre kid.

In all of these, I'm actually going to be focused on their structures and achritecture as well, yes even the One Piece tower. They have the 3 Going Merry rooms I gotta check out.