#-peeks in on gips-

[luvyunjinxo]

since we’re talking ab gip!yunjin and gip!sakura jiji, they both would also be the shyest around yn skdmsmdms, they can’t even peek at a bare shoulder without having to hide themselves behind a pillow 🫠

omg thank you for that thought its one of the realest things I've heard today 🥹.

BUT IKR LIKE, what if you guys were at an award show or something and they run into the one and only Y/n .. they would freak out for sure and start ranting to each other how shy you make them because to them you're so stunning.

And bonus points right after the show, they would get off to your videos and them thinking of scenarios, it's just the cutest. But they know that once they face you again they're not even gonna be able to look at you for 0000000.1 seconds. They would repeat what they did though<3.

[sunascumdoll]

could i inquire about perv omi? maybe with reader who doesnt wear panties *presses pointer fingers together in the uwu way*

back to pervert!hc masterlist

tw// grinding, male masturbation, voyeurism, dubcon, oral

pervert!sakusa... mmmmmm, i will cum untouched,. i stg

pervertsakusa was never originally a pervert. in fact he was very respectful with you. never any lewd thoughts. until one day he caught a glimpse up your skirt.

you had bent down to pick up lose change and there he saw it, your bare cunt on full display for him and anyone else who had been looking. he quickly moves behind you, gipping you waist and pulling you against him. the warmth of your cunt spreads over sakua's crotch. god he could practically feel your juices seeping through the front of his pants.

pervert!sakusa can't keep his mind off that day. why weren't you any panties, and most important, why does he keep thinking about your pretty pussy rubbing against him? he should be disgusted, but every night that's the only thought that plagues his mind while he's sloppily thrusting into his hand. he hasn't been the same since that day.

pervert!sakusa constantly finds himself peeking underneath your skirt, hungrily licking his lips when he sees you're not wearing panties again.

pervert!sakusa who lets you come over and nap at his place. though everytime you fall asleep, he whips his cock out and grabs onto your limp hand, wrapping it around his shaft and making you jerk him off.

pervert!sakusa who loves coming over and sending time with you. he waits until you leave the room and plants a small listening device on your bookshelf behind some untouched books.

late at night pervert!sakusa tunes into his device, instantly met with the sounds of your whimpers and incredibly wet pussy. large hands once again themselves wrapped around his cock. you sound so fucking wet. he can only imagine what it feels like to have your juices dripping down his face. but why imagine when he can make it come true?

pervert!sakusa comes over again with his mind made up. he will have a mouthful of your pussy. your ass is covered by a short pair of shorts, but the outline of your pussy is in plain view. pervert!sakusa doesn't have time to waste. he needs it now. he's also a member of the man handling club. he picks you up with ease, sets you on the kitchen table and drops to his knees.

his lips are swollen, chin glistening from drowning his self in your nectar. his head shakes from left right as he delves his tongue deeper into your sweet sweet cunt. he has one hand palming his cock and the other resting atop of your stomach. pervert!sakusa isn't going to let you go until he's satisfied. <3

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[imaginedreamwrite]

for Sunday sneak peek can we see anything from the asylum patient Steve AU, I am literally obsessed with this concept and think about it on the daily

Absolutely!

“Good morning.” His voice was rich and husky, deep as he greeted you when you stepped into his room pushing a medication cart with his chart open and resting on the sleek metal finish.

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers.“ you had gently nudged the door closed and reached for the small container with his few pills resting inside, glancing over the chart to see if there was any change between the last time you had seen him and now.

“Did you have a good night?” He stood, large and imposing and stepped toward you with his hands shoved into his pockets and his attention fixated on you. “Did you do anything fun?”

“You haven’t been sleeping well?” You gazed over the chart and then lifted your head, inhaling sharply when you had noticed how close he was to you.

“It’s nothing new, doll.” The way he had spoken with such softness with you, perhaps only you, was a contradiction to how he had spoken to the male doctors in the asylum. Steve, when he had wanted to, could have been aggressive and violent as written in his chart, specifically with male doctors who had attempted to treat him. “I’ve had trouble sleeping since the war.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized without thinking, “that you haven’t been sleeping. If you ask one of the doctors-“

“No,” Steve had cut you off, he had set his hand upon your arm, fingers gipping the material of your white nurse’s uniform, “the doctors here are pathetic, and vile-“

“Mr. Rogers-“ you were cut off again, your heart racing erratically as he had raised his hand and leaned in, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip, your flesh stained with red lipstick that was synonymous with the uniform.

“You can call me Steve. You don’t need to be so formal.” His voice had grown deeper, even more husky. “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”

“But you did hurt doctors, you hurt others-“

“Because they deserved it.” His hand on your uniform had tightened but he was not meaning to cause you pain rather, as if he could sense the presence of another coming, he had used the grip to whip you around and put himself between you and the door. As it had opened and one of the younger doctors had stepped into the room, Steve had squared his shoulders and used his left hand to hold you behind him, his larger frame shielding you completely from view.

“Nurse L/N,” The doctor had spoken with a firm voice, a strong command that was not meant to be ignored, “is in here. You need to let her go, Steve.”

“No,” he grit his teeth, angled himself toward the doctor, “I don’t think I will.”

“I’m not asking I am telling you. Let the nurse go.” The doctor had reached for the cart between himself and Steve, the usual dose of barbiturates tripled for the super soldier was grasped and held in his hand.

“I’m keeping her safe.” Steve’s entire demeaner had changed, his aggression toward the doctor was innate and proactive, just as it had been with every other male doctor.

“From what?” The doctor took a stp toward Steve. “From who? There is no fight in here, the war’s over.”

“What the fuck do you know about war?” The usual gentle demeaner you had experienced was gone, replaced by animosity.

[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: “Sweet Tooth”

I’ve been posting some angsty stories the past couple of weeks, so I thought for this Easter morning a bit of sweetness and fluff was in order.  I hope everyone has a happy and blessed holiday with family, friends, and loved ones if they celebrate, and that they will enjoy this little glimpse of future CS family goodness!

"Oh husband of mine…" Emma Swan's voice drifted into the living room from the hall with a playful lilt she'd never had much occasion to use before meeting and falling for Killian Jones. Well, she amended to herself wryly as she came up behind where he sat on their couch, hunched over furtively and clearly hiding something, at least not beyond skips she had intended to seduce before taking them down. Still, using it to toy with her pirate a bit before catching him in some form of mischief was a much more entertaining scenario.

She peered over his shoulder, eyes sparkling and a smug smile on her face, almost certain she knew what she was going to find, even as her fingers ran up his neck and scruffed through his coarse, dark hair before gipping it and pulling his head back a bit to meet her eyes where she hovered over him.

Satisfied merriment flickered across his devilishly handsome face and in Killian's brilliant blue gaze as she stared him down – almost as if he had wanted her to catch him all the time. It was in rare moments like this, precious bits of down time for the two of them together, in their home, safe and comfortable and able to simply be themselves, that Emma saw the playful, boyish side of Killian Jones emerge gleefully. He'd had to grow up so fast, just as she had, that when the little boy he had been before betrayal, slavery, pain, and deprivation, felt assured enough to peek through just a bit in play with her, with Henry, or with their daughter, it was beautiful to see. As a ship's captain in a dangerous realm, fighting beings like Rumplestiltskin or in tenuous cahoots with such devious compatriots as Cora or Pan, his buoyant, youthful nature had found little outlet for hundreds of lonely years. Now, however, it was sweeter, gentler than that, and it warmed Emma's heart.

As her eyes trailed from his, she easily spotted the bag of individually wrapped miniature candy bars which she had been hiding in the kitchen cabinet behind her cocoa mix. There were also three or four crumpled metallic gold Twix wrappers on the coffee table in front of him which Killian had not had time to hide. Not to mention the small trace of chocolate in the corner of his smile that she was already hankering to lick away in a slow, sultry kiss.

"You do know those were meant to be for the kids' Easter baskets, right?" she chided, pulling just the tiniest bit harder with the hand she had carded into his hair – all part of the teasing more than genuine irritation. Though, if he had demolished enough of her stash that she had to go back to Clark's mini-mart for more treats to take to Regina and her mother's ridiculous dressy dinner and egg hunt, then Killian was being dragged there with her to hear whatever town complaint Leroy would be standing at the counter yammering on about, to get an earful of Frederick and Kathryn debating which dog food was best for Ajax's coat and joints while they blocked the way down the aisle, to listen to Marco discussing the merits of hand tools versus power, Archie and Belle comparing notes on which herbal teas were best for calm and relaxation, to be sidetracked by Ashley wanting to get them on the PTA phone tree, or whomever else most felt the need to bend an objective listener's ear and so always managed to get her wrapped up in their conversations. It was why she could never return from what should be fifteen minute errands in much under an hour, and why she tried to stock up on all she could think of when she went. Yep, if her pirate had pilfered all the chocolate she bought ahead to avoid the holiday crowd, then he was getting a taste of the chore that shopping was for her.

Raising an eyebrow at her insouciantly, as if he had read her thoughts and had very much raided her collection merely to get a rise out of her, Killian hissed through his teeth just slightly at the increased pressure on his scalp and shifted restlessly on the couch, clearly feeling the tension and heat in the room creep upward just as inexorably as she did. Running his wicked tongue across his lower lip in an obscene gesture that both infuriated her and made her want to suck it into her own mouth, he brought his hand up to uncurl her fingers from his dark hair and pulled it down toward himself, making her lean further over the couch as he murmured, "Oh yes? Well, if that's the case, come and take them back from me."

Emma's breath stalled in her throat at his words; the look in his eyes as he gazed back at her upside down and waggling his eyebrows ridiculously should not be as devastating as he made it, but he unfairly turned the teasing around on her all too smoothly. By the time he had brought the hand he'd captured to his lips, tracing his warm, wet tongue across her palm and up her wrist to nip lightly at her suddenly racing pulse, she was on fire beneath her skin and ready to crawl over the back of the couch to get to him.

Humming lowly to himself, Killian continued his slow, deliberate path with lips, teeth and tongue up to her elbow, and Emma could only watched, entranced, panting and flushed. How had she lost control of this whole situation so quickly? She only wondered briefly to herself before silently admitting that she didn't really care if she had – only with Killian could she truly relish the relief of not having to take the lead and handle everything all the time. She was just moving around the end of the couch to take back the upper hand, and perhaps give Killian a taste of something well beyond pilfered chocolate, when Henry came thundering down the stairs into the room.

"Guys, come on!" he groaned, immediately flushing as red as Emma was and turning away slightly. "You're in the middle of our living room!" He hadn't really seen anything scarring – yet – but the way both of them had sprung backwards and given him matching deer-in-the-headlight looks made where things had been headed crystal clear. It wasn't the first – nor would it be the last – time he'd walked into a heated moment about to turn into a raging inferno.

Shaking his head at them in good natured exasperation while Killian chuckled lowly with a shrug and his mom offered a sheepish "Sorry, Kid", Henry plowed on, holding up a somewhat crushed-looking, pink beribboned Easter basket. "I found Morgan's basket grandma made her last year," he announced wryly. "Don't ask why it's buried in the bottom of my closet, but here it is. I knew you were looking for it. She might actually be old enough to put something in it this year."

Both his mom and stepdad smirked with him then, remembering the vision of his year old sister contentedly trying to stuff a handful of grass into her mouth the year before.

With an added explanation that he was off to pick up Violet, and twirling his own newly acquired set of keys to David's old pickup – now his – in his hand, Henry was off with a teenaged warning to keep it PG, he thought he'd heard his little sister stirring from her nap on his way downstairs. "See you at 5!" he called at last, and then was out the door.

Emma sent Killian a devious little smile full of promise as they did indeed begin to hear the sounds of their young princess waking up and moving around in her room overhead. Morgan Ruth Jones was not afraid to make her presence and wakefulness known, and as if on cue, she began to call out for "Mama!" and "Papa!"

Still grinning as she jogged up the stairs to fetch their little girl and get her ready for the party, warning Killian that the rest of the chocolate needed to go in the plastic eggs not his mouth, and quickly, Emma contented herself with the anxiously happy thought that she still had a treat awaiting her when they got back home.

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[plush-rabbit]

Lullaby

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks

Word Count: 2K

A/N: I hope you like it!

The room you rest in is dark. The windows are closed with black out curtains, the soft hum of the fan is the only thing that keeps you sane- it stays in a rhythm, soft and steady. Your hands are clammy and cold all at once, even as you lay under the covers, a pillow pulled close to your chest with your arms circling around it, you’re still cold, shaky all over and when your mind starts to drift, your thoughts and memories of the day flood your mind and your eyes burn with tears. Your body grows hot with shame, your chest pounding erratically and slowly the feeling of becoming ill starts to hit and you bury yourself under the covers, despite the growing warmth. Teeth dig into your bottom lip to stifle a sob, your head preses deeper against the pillow, eyes shut tight with tears having peeked out and you miss the way the door opens and the room floods in light, a yellow dim that is meant to be relaxing. The blanket is pulled off your form, a pitiful whine sounds in the back of your throat and you hold the pillow closer to your body, raising your legs to hit the bottom edge and you shake your head when a hand is placed on your shoulder.

“What happened?” His voice is stern, it holds a bitter cold to it that you haven’t heard in ages. You gasp and shake your head, nails digging into the softness of the pillow, the cotton of it moist with sweat. His hand rests on your shoulder and you jerk away from him, scrambling to the far end of the bed, the pillow left abandoned with teary eyes that look at him in fear. His hand is left in the air and he matches your expression for a split second before returning to something less- a mask of indifference and it only makes a tear slip down the curve of your cheek.

Tomura stares at you in silence, his hand still in a soft arch and slowly his fingers curl in and form into a loose fist. His hands are cracked and are rough, they leave a noticeable trace on you, something burning and comforting. His eyes glance over you, following the trail of exposed skin as if the answer is hidden there. When he returns eye contact with you, you turn away, and wrap your arms around your frame in a tight hug, your skin crawling and hair feeling as if it’s disheveled and untidy.

You apologize in a breathless whisper, too low to hear and you can’t bear to repeat yourself, to hear the crack in your voice and the little resolve that you have left to slip through and burst into tears in front of you. You wish you brought the pillow with you, it mocks you where it lies.

“Are you mad at me?” His question throws you off guard. He’s never been one to dig through whatever you have been going through, just simply rests as he holds you and promises you that everything will work out. “I-” he stops and runs the hand that has touched you, down his face and lets it rest over his mouth- “I need to know so I can fix it.” His words are strained, and he struggles to maintain eye contact with you. “Whatever it is-” he groans,, the hand slips and lands on the pillow, palm flat and slowly, an edge of it decays, a small piece and he pulls his hand away just as quick and pushes the pillow away from him. The action made his words stop, replaced by a downward tug on his lips and a look of annoyance. He clears his throat and starts again. “I promise I won’t do it again- whatever it is that I did- I just need to know.” He meets your eyes again and through the wisps in his hair, you can see his eyes coated in a dark shade of red.

He’s trying for you. He’s trying to voice his concerns and he looks uncomfortable, but he’s trying and the thought of the infamous Tomura Shigaraki- the same person who has decayed things time and time again- trying to be a good partner and talk things through as if you you two were in couples’ counseling makes you laugh.

He tilts his head, hair swishing softly and mouth parted as you laugh. It’s sweet, a small giggle, where it turns into a harsh laugh, one that you have to cover your mouth and your stomach begins to hurt, a dull pain that runs through your side and slowly begins to sharpen as it focuses on your abdomen. You double over, laugh muffled and slowly, you begin to cry. Your shoulders shake, tears spill down and bursts of giggles spill through until you’re consumed by wailing. You slap your hands over your mouth and sit straight up, leaning back against the headboard. With eyes shut tight, your throat closing, you struggle to get air in and you can feel your face begin to turn red, breaths that turn shallow and raged and our nails are pressing into the soft parts of your cheeks.

“Tomura.” His name leaves your lips, broken and unrefined. It’s muffled and heart wrenching- leaves you with shivers all over and to his ears, it sounds nothing like your voice. It’s horrid and makes him recoil and for a brief second, he’s thrust back as a child, staring up at a man with a shadowed face as a hand is raised above and his old name is called out to him. You call to him again and he swallows the bile that rises in his throat and crawls over to you, wrapping his arms around you, eyes wide and frantic, hands pawing to grasp onto the back of the shirt that you wear, and just holds you, tight in his arms, achingly so but he holds you.

You sob, your breaths ragged and he doesn’t know what to do. He starts to rub at your back, to shush you gently, nuzzling his nose against the side of your head but you let out a sharp whine, pressing yourself closer and when your sobs begin to choke, croaking and low, Tomura pulls away and he holds you by the shoulders, eyes frantically searching for an answer.

Your face has grown redder, a deep shade that if it were any other situation, he would have teased you endlessly, but now it worries him and a lump appears in his throat. Your chest is rising and stuttering and he claws his hands around you and he desperately wants to scratch at his skin but he has to help you first.

“Breathe with me.” You shake your head and he can hear a soft decline- words about how you can’t and he loosens his grip on you. “Of course you can. We can start slow.” He brushes a piece of your hair away and fists the sleeve gipping it with his fingers as he dabs at your tear stained cheeks. “I know you can.” He takes dramatic breaths, urging you to copy, placing his hand over your chest and slowly, you begin to breathe. Your face loses the harsh color and subdues into something lighter and nervously he asks how you’re feeling.

“Tired,” you mumble, shoulders slumping and tears still clouding your vision.

“But better?” Tomura asks hopefully and he curses silently when you shake your head no, and lean back against the headboard, eyes closed and nose scrunched when you sniffle softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your brows crease and you swallow tightly. He waits patiently for your answer. He holds himself still, a hand still clutched around your shoulder as the other catches stray tears and when you grasp his hand in yours, turning over slightly, and burying your lower half of your face against him, he stiffens. Your eyes shine and it pricks ever so slightly, uncomfortably so and he feels a shuddering breath against his palm through the shirt and he wants to be hopeful about it.

“I just had a bad day,” you voice cracks and you squeeze your eyes tight. “Really bad. And- And-” you start to huff and puff, the hand around his, squeezing tightly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he repeats gently, taking you into his arms once more. “It was a bad day. I’m- You’re safe now. It’s okay.” He rubs slow hands on your back and he shifts around until you lay on his chest, his hand threading through your hair. “Did something bad happen?” He presses, pecking the top of your head quickly. You nod your head, your arms struggling to snake around him and he tries to pull the blanket towards him, gritting his teeth as he stretches his leg. “Can I- sorry, just trying to get the blanket, love-” he rubs his knee over the spot where he accidently hit- “Can I ask what happened?”

You sigh against him and bury your head against his chest, eyes half-lidded. A blanket is tossed above you, it weighs heavily in the best ways possible and is soothing against your tired body. “I-” you can feel the threat of tears and you shake your head. “Another day.” You pause and gnaw nervously on your bottom lip. “Please?”

“All the time that you need,” he answers, letting his hand come to a still on your upper back.

You rest on his chest, eyes heavy with exhaustion and heart beating slowly. Your body is exhausted and your breathing, still heavy, has returned to normal. Your hands rest on him, feeling the bone and muscle through the shirt and for the first time on this godforsaken day, you finally feel safe. He holds you, stays silent and doesn’t push you. He traces intricate shapes on your back, lines crossing over each other and it soothes you in a space between sleep and consciousness.

Tomura calls your name in a hushed whisper, taps against a shoulder blade and you offer a quiet acknowledgement, one that raises in pitch towards the end and he feels your hand scratch lightly against him. “Are you tired?” You nod slowly, another noise of confirmation that comes much later as if you’re trying to convince yourself to stay awake. He swallows nervously and in this drowsy state of yours, his heart beats rapidly and he’s afraid you’ll hear it. You’ve been in his arms many times  before, more than he could ever count, and yet the result always leaves him the same- breathless and wanting more. “Whatever happened,” he licks his lips and through the pink muscle, he can feel the deep grooves of his scarred lips; and risks a glance towards you, “we can fix it. It’s- It’ll be okay.” He pauses and you tap against him, a sign that you’re still listening and he nods shakily, breath hitching ever so slightly but when you press yourself against him, nuzzle your head, he knows that you felt as well. “It’s going to be okay. You have me. It’ll always be okay.” Lips press against the crown of your head, words die and are blocked by the thin press of lip against you and he whines, pressing his nose against you.

Even after so long, he struggles to tell you how he feels. His eyes burn with passion, and lips tremble, as he tries to show you his love, his hands press tighter and he hopes against everything, that you know what it means, that you’re aware of what he’s trying to convey. Your tears have wet his palms and chest, his shoulders and neck, your sobs have pained him with burning water and there’s a silent promise that he gives to you, that whatever it is that happened, he’ll do his best to guide you out of it. He’ll whisper his promises upon your skin, grab at your wrist and brush his lips over, dancing across the veins and he’ll hum you a lullaby. His voice is low and scratchy but you smile softly, you’ll dance your fingers and tap his nose and you’ll smile at the sound he makes- a soft gasp where he holds you tighter. You smile as he continues his song to you, soothing and no rhythm, soft and melodic and you think to yourself that you could listen to it forever.

[byronblogs]

Squealing Santa 2020- Cheating

“You should have thought about that before you cheated.” Iida shows Kaminari what happens when he cheats. @tickly-floof @ticklygiggles  

Kaminari finally succeeds in cheating on his Hero History test when it rubs Iida the wrong way, punishment ensues. (He is the Class Rep and all.) Fandom; BNHA/MHA

A/N: Sorry that the characterization might not be great, but I figured it was pretty close for someone who hasn't written anything creative for months😁 hope you like it! Merry Christmas❤

    For once in a lifetime, Class 1-A was actually warned about a test before Aizawa Sensei walked into class with the paperwork in one hand and a sleeping bag in the other. Everyone had prepared differently, some spent a whole week pouring over assignments and textbooks, some let it slip into the background and crammed at the last minute, and some decided they could sneak past the Class Rep while he was leading a study group and steal the answers. Kaminari thought he was smart, and he spent a good hour patting himself on the back for getting the test copy without his teacher or Iida noticing. 

    Normally, Kaminari would have shared, if he was honest he intended to, but he was already so impressed with his expertly executed recon mission that he didn’t want Mina to accidentally say something at the wrong time or have Mineta find out and bribe him for answers. Yes, Normally he would have shared, but a success like this was hardly normal. 

    Kaminari’s second success was when he somehow managed to sneak his answers into the class and turn in his test without revealing himself. He was sure that at this point, Aizawa was either letting it slide or losing his touch. 

    Not more than a day later did the tests come back, and kaminari could not have been happier. He’d thrown a few answers to look less suspicious and managed to land himself a solid B, the highest grade he’d had in years. He was so busy fawning over it in the dorms that he never even noticed Mina come up behind him in the dining area. 

    “Is that your test, Kami? Ooh! Let me see, let me see! Did you flunk it too?” Mina had pulled the test from his hands before he could even react to her presence, thankfully she was out of the way before a startled shock jumped between his fingertips. 

    “Woah! Hey, lay off!” Kaminari twisted in his chair as he tried to grab his test back, “Be careful, you’ll crumple it!”

    “You say that like you wanna tape it to the fridge, what did you get, an F minus?” Mina giggled, using one hand to push Kami away and the other to hold the paper up as she scanned it, “Woah! What the hell, Kami!? How’d you get a B?” Kaminari nearly fell out of his chair when she removed her hand from his face to cradle the test in both hands.

    “You what?” Iida’s voice echoed through the room as he stood up on the other side of the table where he, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Yaoyorozu had been going over their grades. The Rest of the class must have been off doing the same in the solitude of their rooms.

    “Nice work Kaminari!” Midoriya cheered from his seat, ever encouraging. Several positive reactions came from around the room as Bakugou appeared seemingly out of nowhere to tear the paper from Mina’s hands.

    “Damn, Sparky, not bad, you cheat or something?” Bakugou scoffed, eyebrows quirked as he scanned the test over before Iida stomped over and took the test as well, earning an indignant growl from the blond.

    “Precisely my question,” Iida frowned over the test before narrowing his eyes at Kaminari, “Cheating is forbidden in all testing environments,if you achieved this grade through dis-honest means-”

    “Woah woah woah! Everybody slow down, I didn’t cheat! I just studied! Can we please just stop playing Ring Around the Rosie with my test?” Kaminari begged, speaking a little too quickly as he leapt from his seat to grab his test, only for Iida to catch his wrist.

    “Oh, I don’t think so, you never study, especially of your own accord. Don’t lie to me. Did. You. Cheat?” Iida seemed more bristled than usual, his frown deeper and his height towering. 

    “Jeez, Iida, let me have this!”

    “Answer the question.”

    “I- well…” Kaminari gulped, “Okay fine! Yes, I cheated, but I think I should be getting a pat on the back anyway,do you know how hard it was to sneak past you and Aizawa Sensei? My recon skills should be applauded!” He pulled his wrist from Iida’s grip and threw his hands in the air, pouting.

    “Kaminari!” Iida chastised, “You are a student of UA, you should be holding yourself to a higher standard than this!”

    “Calm down, Iida! It’d just one stupid test!” Kaminari held his hands out defensively as Iida started stepping closer, Kami stepping back. At this point, everyone had grown quiet. Bakugou had stepped back to watch the show, Mina simply taking a seat on the table to stay out of the fray, and the study group in the corner sharing looks, wondering if they should be breaking this up.

    Nobody had ever seen Iida this angry, however, nobody had ever successfully cheated on a test either, “It is not just a ‘stupid test!’” Iida’s voice had yet to raise, but it certainly seemed more strained as he stepped forward, jabbing a finger at Kaminari with every step as the test crumpled in his other hand. “As Class Rep, it is my job to ensure that 1-A is holding a standard and behaving as future heroes should, and as of this moment you have done nothing but shatter that image!”

    Iida had backed Kami into a wall, leaving the boy nowhere to go but sideways, causing Iida’s poke to miss its mark on Kami’s chest and land on his side instead. It was the strangled yelp that left Kaminari’s throat that seemed to sober Iida for a moment.

    “Kaminari?” His voice was calmer, concerned as he scanned over his classmate, “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

    “Nope! I mean! Uh-” he swallowed, “I’m fine! All good! I would like to leave this conversation though, so if you don’t mind-” Kami moved to pass Iida, a faint blush on his cheeks, only for the taller boy to gently push him back into the wall by his shoulder and reach for his side.

    “Absolutely not. You don’t have much of an honesty streak going,and if you’re hurt your injuries should be addressed!” Iida gingerly started squeezing Kaminari’s side, searching for whatever injury caused his outcry, paying careful attention to how the boy stiffened.

    “H-Hey! Easy, Iida, I told you, I’m fine!” Kami insisted, pushing at Iida’s hand, still firmly planted on his shoulder. “Seriously, man, just lay- Ah!” The squeak certainly caught Iida’s attention.

    “Is that where it hurts?” Iida questioned, gently pressing on the little spot beneath Kami’s ribs to feel for injuries.

    “No, Iida! Wahait!” Kami dipped his head low and pulled a leg up to his stomach as his giggle escaped, trying to block Iida’s fingers. 

    It took the Class Rep about ten seconds of confused staring to finally get it. “Oh.” The subtle grin that spread across Iida’s face was devilish, and his tone was no better, drawing Kami’s wide eyes up to meet his.

    “Oh god, don’t you dare.”

    “I think I dare.”

    The attack was sudden and brutal, the test still held between Iida’s hand and Kami’s shoulder was forgotten as the larger boy dug into Kami’s lower ribs, rippling his fingers up the boy’s ribcage as he squealed. 

    “Iida! No no no waIT! Gaha! Gehet ohohoff! Iida!” Kami flailed, floundering between pushing Iida away and slamming his arms down, eventually settling to slide down the wall and try to turn out of Iida’s gip, the test fluttering to the ground as his escape was cut short by a large arm pulling Kami’s back to Iida’s chest and digging into his ribs.

    “Well, I think I’ve just figured out how to discourage cheating in the class.” Iida proclaimed as he dove his second arm into the frey, scratching at Kami’s stomach. By now, the rest of the room had relaxed and started chuckling along, Bakugou grumbling something about wanting to see that fist fight and leaving for his room. Mina had taken to giggling hysterically and shouting tips from the sidelines, not that Iida was hearing any of it. #

    “Iidaha! Stohohop, oho my Gohohod! Plehease! I cahahan’t!” Kami kicked wildly as he clawed at the hands assaulting his torso, squeezing his eyes shut and slamming his head back against Iida’s shoulder.

    “Maybe you should have considered that before you cheated, after all, your plan was so well executed.” Iida spoke in Kami’s ear, causing the boy to crinkle his neck and pull his legs to his chest momentarily, a squeak breaking through his laughter. When holding his weight grew too distracting, Iida chose to sit down right where he was, trapping Kami in his lap as he counted up his ribs. 

    “Tell you what, if you can tell me the correct answer to one of these test questions without your cheat sheet, I’ll let you go. Sounds good?” 

    “Whahahat!? Nohohoho! I cahahan’t! Iidahaha, plehehease!” 

    “Great! Now, let’s see here…” Iida leaned to the left a little, peeking at a question on the first page, Kami had spent plenty of time staring at it, he must have learned something, “What President approved ‘Hero’ as a job in the states?”

    “Ihihi- ohoho gohod! Ihihi dohon’t know!” Kami started sliding down in Iida’s lap with his squirming, laughter bright if not a little panicked.

    “Sure you do! Guess.”

    “Uhuhum! K-Kehenedy?” he shrieked a little as Iida flipped him out of his lap and onto the floor, leaning over him as he started drilling into his hips. 

    “Not even close. Maybe you need some encouragement.” 

    “IHIHIIDAHA! Nohoho! Nohohot theheheHEHERE! Gehehet ohohohoff!” Little sparks started jumping from Kami’s hair and skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to be startling, so Iida pulled his hands away just in time for Kami to arch his back and kick the wall, connecting his heel right with a wall socket and promptly knocking out the power. For a moment, all you could hear was Kami’s huffing breaths and slowing yet hysterical giggles as he calmed down, this quiet was short-lived, however, as the whole room busted out laughing.

    “Oho my Gohod, Kami! What did you do?” Mina cackled, Midoriya wheezing like a dying seal in the corner, bent over the far end of the table. Even Todoroki was Chuckling wildly. 

    “What the FUCK, Sparky!?” Bakugou called from upstairs, presumably seething. Kaminari stopped sparking just as a glowing-eyed Aizawa walked into the room with his Capture Weapon gripped in his hands.

“What is going on in here!?”

    The chorus of different students laying out blame on Kami and Iida did the poor eclectic hero no good in his explanation of his test results.

[maybebanks]

You Know I’m a Minor Chapter 04

jj maybank x reader

Start at PART 1

You crept inside your battered home, the floor creaking quietly at your feet.

You bit your lip. These damn floorboards.

Your throat felt dry, maybe you are just dehydrated.

Immediately, you approached the kitchen and took out a glass, then filled it with water.

But before you could take a sip, you felt a pair of rough calloused hands wrap around your neck.

—

“What’s got you down, Y/n?” Kie asks. So far this had started out an amazing summer, you were never bored with the pogues.

“I just..need a job,” you explain what you were thinking about, these days it was getting harder to even put food in your stomach.

“Don’t you already have a job?” Pope questions.

“Yeah, but I need another. I have a little extra time and I can work on weekends,”

“Weekends? But when will you have time for us?” Kie asks, worried.

“Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kie,” JJ adds, Kie didn’t take offense to it, but he wasn’t wrong.

“You can mow lawns in figure Eight with me,” JJ offers.

“Help deliver groceries?” Pope adds.

“We always need an extra hand at the Wreck, I can ask my dad if he’ll hire you,”

You smile and nod excitedly at Kie’s offer, “Yes! that would be amazing Kie,”

JJ pouts, “Are ya sure? You’d be missing out on a great view,” JJ jokes, gesturing to himself and his six pack.

“No offense JJ,” you roll your eyes, “I’m allergic to grass,”

“Allergic to grass? Huh?” JJ asks dumbfoundedly.

Everyone’s laughs mix together at the look on JJs face. JJ dips his fingers in his beer and flicks it on to you.

“Ah! You’re getting beer in my hair?!”

“Are you allergic to beer too?”

—

Finally back at John B’s place, the sun was starting to set, painting the sky with beautiful arrays of orange and pink.

You were all inside today, it was slightly raining and the mosquitos were raging outside.

John B had his arm around you on the couch, and JJ, Kie and Pope were sitting across from you on the floor and on some shitty deck chair on the porch.

JJ began smoking, bringing you back to the first time you got close with JJ. Too close?

You twiddled you’re thumbs in your lap and played with your fingers, the silence made you nervous. You didn’t want to smoke, it just made nerves worse.

“JJ!” Pope scolded when JJ blew smoke directly into his face.

“Oh sorry Pope? You want a hit of this?” JJ smirked hazily and sarcastically.

You laughed, Pope was frustrated, but he let it slide when he saw your smile.

“So none of you want a hit of this?” JJ repeated, Kie took it from his fingers and took a long hit, not coughing once.

JJ scanned the rest of us, when no one responded he groaned, “didn’t realize I rolled with a bunch of nerds,”

You bit the inside of your cheek, your shoulders visibly tensed, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Stop overreacting.

John B rubs your shoulder comfortingly, taking notice of your behavior.

John B glanced at JJ and gave him a scolding look, in which JJ pushes his hands up in defense.

“Want some Y/n?”

“I think she’ll pass,” John B says, causing JJ to look down in defeat.

“Sorry, I’m..I just don’t want to smoke,”

“It’s okay, Y/n, I don’t mind,” JJ smiled, flipped his lighter on and off.

As the night went on, the pogues got drunk on beers and high on laughs and good conversation. John B was basically falling over, he turn over and his head landed on your lap.

“John B, you are so drunk right now,” you told him.

“You’re so pretty Y/n,” he slurred.

“Um, I-thanks,” you mutter, not believing he is being genuine, just drunk.

“I wish you didn’t have a boyfriend already, that stinks,” John B says again, causing the rest of the group to silence.

“Uh what?” JJ says in shock.

“No- I don’t! What are you talking about John B? You’re just drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying,” you conclude.

John B, lying down, raises his hand up to your face, then puts his finger on your neck and pokes at it a few times.

Instantly, you slap his hand away. Before you can ask what the hell he is doing, he mumbles.

“Hickies.”

Your mouth went dry, you knew the marks he was pointing at were not hickies. But you couldn’t exactly tell the truth.

You gently push his head off of your lap and get up, leaving the couch. A few of them ask where you are going, you just mutter some excuse and head inside.

You open the door to a random room and hop inside. Collapsing on the unmade bed.

—

“You really love that bed don’t ya,” a light-hearted voice rips you from your sleep, the voice was slightly groggy and scratchy, you hated to admit it but his morning voice was kinda attractive.

JJ tapped your bare shoulder, you were laying on your stomach, waving him off and wishing to fall back asleep.

“Y/n,” JJ repeated softly.

You instantly remembered you had removed your shirt becuase it was too hot last night. To react, you pull the covers over your face, hiding from JJ.

This resulted in a laugh, “Get up babe,” JJ encouraged tugging at the covers.

“Stop! JJ I’m practically naked!” You continue to cover yourself in embarrassment.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen-“

“JJ! Close your eyes!” You demanded.

JJ listened to your order, smirking to himself at the small glimpse he got of your white lace bra at your chest.

Fortunately, he didn’t notice anything else, no injuries or imperfections.

When you peek over the covers, JJ is holding out a shirt for you. The same Pelican Marina t-shirt.

You grab it and throw it on, before you could get up though, JJ puts his hand on your thigh. Holding you back.

Feeling violated, your expression changed. Anxious.

Seeing this JJ, quickly removes it. He was only trying to ease the tension for what he was about to say.

“Uh..can we talk?” Was all he could muster.

“About what?” You sighed, quickly thinking he was going to ask about the smoking dilemma.

“Last night-“

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt, “I shouldn’t have been so weird, I just, I didn’t want to get high, and I didn’t want to say or do something I’d regret,”

JJ chuckles, “that’s okay Y/n, I don’t care if you don’t want to smoke, I actually wanted to talk about what John B said, about your boyfriend and stuff.”

You tensed.

Then got up from the bed, moving towards the door.

“Who-I mean...is he right? Why don’t you just tell me?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, John B was just drunk. Honest.”

“But he said..” JJ paused, stepping closer as his eyes trailed down your face, stopping at your neck, “who gave you those?”

You moved your hand over the bruises.

You scoffed, clearly trying to deflect, “I just burned myself. But seriously it doesn’t matter. Can you stop interrogating me?”

“Yeah. Okay sure,” JJ said disappointedly.

—

JJ slipped on his board. Falling into the ocean near you. You were sitting on your board, one leg on either side.

He splashed water in your eyes.

“JJ!” You screamed.

You had to admit he was an amazing surfer. But you thought his wipeouts were even better.

After he came up he smiled a goofy smile, causing a laugh to erupt from your mouth.

“Dope wipeout,” you complimented.

“Yeah, you just ate shit!” Kie shouts from a little farther away.

“Ohh you wanna see a wipeout?!” JJ shouted competitively.

You furrowed you’re brows in confusion, but suddenly you understood when JJs hands gipped your board and flipped you over.

“Hey!” You screamed before being succomed into the cold.

JJs arms wrapped around your torso and he pulled you up into his chest.

He brought you face close to him, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he just held you there, treading water.

“That was mean,” you pouted.

“What’s mean is you treating my t-shirt like a second skin! I’ve never seen you take it off, we’re surfing for god sakes!”

You rolled your eyed and pushed JJs firm chest farther away, his grip left your waist, then returned to your board.

—

If he could see you now.

He would tell you to stop acting like a whore. For getting closer to JJ day by day, for letting him hold you. He would tell you to drop these new friends, who lifted your spirits, and settle for being alone.

What are you? Some kind of rebel?

Normally you would feel anxious, but the feeling of freedom made you forget about your troubles. For now.

You ran up to John B and jumped on his back for a piggy back ride. Taken off guard. He stumbled and landed in the sand, you following down and landing on your side.

“Ow! Y/n why did you do that?” John B laughed.

Kie helped him up and Pope helped you up. You mentally scolded yourself when you realized the temporary pain from the impact of falling decided to stay a while.

Determined, you decided to stand up on your own, obviously showing balance problems.

“How can you surf when you walk like that?” JJ commented, his hands met your waist to steady you. It’s cliche to say, but after you brushed his hands away, his touch lingered.

“I’m...fine,” you said, breathing heavily like you just sprinted.

Instead of his usual laugh, he cocked his head in concern. But luckily, Kie changed the conversation shortly after.

“Do you guys think we should crash the Kook party tonight?” She asked, excitedly.

You bit your lip, hard. The scene of your nightmares was a kook party. Last time you were at one, things turned out horribly.

You coughed when JJ took notice, he always seemed to notice the little things.

“JJ what do you think?” Pope asked.

JJ didn’t want to hover over you, every time he asks if you are okay, you just shut him down, making him feel stupid for being concerned.

“I’m cool with it. As long as John B doesn’t hold me back if I try and punch Topper,”

John B scolds JJ for always being so reckless, and Pope tells him not to be stupid.

Finally the van is in sight.

But there was something on your mind that you wanted to confront JJ.

You grab his forearm gently, and tug him back a little, not really wanting the pogues to hear.

“Um JJ?”

“What’s up Y/n?” he asks, smiling a usual JJ smile.

“I know you are... protective over-“ you stopped yourself, not wanting to assume he’d consider you a friend, “and I just, I don’t want you to get hurt,” you admit.

JJ chuckles, “No need to worry about me,” he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You punch his arm gently, just joking around.

“If anyone knows how to throw a punch...” he gestures, and slowly brings his fist up, mimicking a punch, his fist accelerates towards your face but slows down at the last minute.

“JJ I was just kidding!” you exclaim as your hands reach and protect your face.

“Relax Y/n. What? You thought I would hit you? For real?” JJ asked, his tone seemed offended, but also pitiful.

“Sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. God damn,” he mumbles.

“What-um...what I meant before was just, can you just hold off, and not get into any fights? Please,”

He nods, “promise,”

—

Get a grip! Stop being such a shy little bitch who stutters her words and wants to cry at every mention of life’s bullshit. Stop acting like the world is on your shoulders. Because it’s not.

“Whatcha thinking about?” JJ asks, talking a sip out of a red solo cup.

“Nothing,” you reply, eyeing the liquid in his cup.

He smirks, “wanna sip?”

“Fuck it,”

—

Chapter 05

I really am struggling and have no idea where this is going! I’m tryna do a slow burn but it is harder than I thought!! I’m so sorry this is bad please bare with me, part 5 will be better!

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I’ll Still Love You

Fandom: IT (Muschietti Films)

Pairing(s): Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)

Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough, (Mentioned) Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon

Rating: T (Heavily implied sexual content but nothing is actually written about it… Swearing, obviously)

Description: He was going to fail out of college. He just was. Apparently, he peaked intellectually in high school because how else could one explain a valedictorian failing a History quiz? He’d never fucking failed anything in his life... well, in school and now he was going to flunk out of NYU, his dream school. (Eddie is having a hard time adjusting to college life)

Author’s Note: This was inspired by my own total meltdown when I very first started college a couple years back, down to the calling my mother crying multiple times a week HOWEVER, I did know how to do my own laundry ;) PS sorry it took so long, I am having trouble getting back into the habit of writing again so new stories are coming, they will just take awhile.

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Eddie walked numbly back across campus, feeling like he might drop into fetal position or burst into tears at any moment. A lump had formed in the back of his throat about an hour ago and no matter how many time he swallowed, he couldn’t get rid of it.

He was going to fail out of college. He just was. Apparently, he peaked intellectually in high school because how else could one explain a valedictorian failing a History quiz? He’d never fucking failed anything in his life... well, in school and now he was going to flunk out of NYU, his dream school.

Why did he even fucking need history? He was going to be a nurse! Not a fucking museum coordinator! It was entirely unfair!

Reaching his resident hall, Eddie made his way to the stairs, climbing to the third floor and starting down the long hallway toward the end. He was going to fail history and that would just be the start because obviously he had always only been high school smart not college smart and it was only going to get worse. Soon the grades in his other courses would start coming back too. Fail, fail, fail!

Reaching his dorm, Eddie choked out a sob he’d been holding back since leaving the fucking sciences building — history wasn’t a fucking science... was it? Well how would he know? He was fucking failing it — and used his key to unlock the door.

Darting his eyes over to the other side of the room, he found it mercifully empty. Dropping his backpack to the floor uncharacteristically messily, Eddie crept into his bed and curled up beneath the covers as tears burned his eyes.

He’d made a mistake.

His mother was right, he should have never left Derry. He might as well pack it all up now and go home. He eventually would have to soon enough anyway, wouldn’t he?

Letting out a mournful moan, he remembered that he’d fucked Richie over as well, hadn’t he? He’d practically fucking forced his boyfriend to follow him to New York and now he couldn’t crack it and Richie... Richie was doing a million times better than him. Richie had already fucking joined a damn band with Mike and was as far as Eddie knew, was at least passing his courses even though he skipped half the time. And Richie hadn’t even wanted to come to New York!

Richie had wanted Los Angeles and Eddie hadn’t and now it was becoming incredibly fucking clear that Eddie should have just let his boyfriend go because apparently there was nothing for him here in New York.

Gipping his comforter, Eddie putted it up over his head and thought for one fleeing moment that he should call his mother. His mother had told him something like this would happen. She’d said he needed her, that he couldn’t succeed on his own, that he was setting himself up to fail by leaving her. Everything she’d said was coming true, wasn’t it?

Peeking out from the covers, he spied the phone sitting on his desk. All he had to do was get up, walk over to it and dial and he knew Sonia Kaspbrak would be there to take him back home to Derry within three or four hours but…

Richie.

Richie was here now. Here because Eddie had made him come and Richie wouldn’t stay if Eddie left and maybe Eddie was apparently an idiot when it came to history, but even he knew that Richie shouldn’t leave New York. He was doing too well here. Flourishing here. Eddie couldn’t ask him to give all that up, not after he’d already spent his budget of selfishness allowed in a relationship on getting Richie to NYU in the first place.

The door to the dorm opened as Eddie was still staring at the phone. He glanced over to see Bill, who was his roommate for the year — if he didn’t flunk out that is — striding in. He paused, looking over at Eddie with his eyebrows scrunched together. He reached over and flicked on the light.

Bill sighed, coming in and hanging up his backpack, “I—is there a reason your j—just sitting in the dark alone?”

Eddie groaned, falling back on his bed to stare at the ceiling, fighting back the fresh wave of tears springing to his eyes, “I’m failing history.”

“Okay?” He heard Bill say slowly, questioning, “So?”

“So?!” Eddie cried, sitting up and gaping at Bill, “So, I peaked in high school. I’m going to flunk out and get sent home!”

Bill quickly looked away and Eddie thought he even saw the other boy trying to hold back a laugh. He squawked in disbelief, slamming his hand down on his mattress, crying out, “Bill! This isn’t fucking funny!”

Bill nodded, turning back to him with a schooled expression, “E—Eddie, it’s not even midterms yet. You have p—plenty of time to bring the grade up. Why are you even worried?”

“You know what,” Eddie snapped, glaring at his long time friend, “Fuck you, Bill, that’s why. Leave me the fuck alone.”

He flipped him the bird before falling back on his bed and rolling away from Bill so his back was to him.

After a minute, he heard his roommate muttered, “Didn’t even make f—fucking sense.” Quickly followed by footsteps and the door to the dorm opening. Bill paused for a moment, calling over his shoulder, “I—I’m goin’ across the hall, okay?”

Eddie didn’t answer, burying his face in his comforter as tears pooled in his eyes. The dorm door closed again.

He knew he shouldn’t have be short with Bill, it was himself he was mad at, not his friend. Still, maybe some part of him was angry with Bill, with all the rest of them, even Richie… especially Richie. Why was moving away from home and starting over so fucking easy for all of them? Eddie had spent the last two weeks since term started constantly on the verge of a panic attack and they all seemed fine. Happy even.

New York had been Eddie’s first, hadn’t it? It had been his dream. He had wanted it, worked through all of high school for it both in school and at a job afterwards. He’d fought so hard for valedictorian because valedictorians got full fucking rides and he’d known that was the only way he could really swing NYU. And he’d worked just in case.

And in two weeks he’d managed to fuck it all up. He didn’t even understand how.

He’d studied for that History quiz. Sure, he hadn’t cancelled plans to watch Richie and Mike’s band rehearse to study but he had still studied. He’d even felt good about the damn thing before turning it in… He wondered if his professor had laughed at his confidence later, grading his failure.

There was a loud, hammering knock on his door and he startled.

Sitting up groggily, Eddie glanced at the window and noticed the sky was going dark. He realized, blinking slowly, that he must have fallen asleep. Looking over his shoulder at the door, he called, “Bill, I told you to leave me alone!”

The knocking continued without pause and Eddie groaned, pushing the covers off of himself completely and going to the door, throwing it open, “What do you—“ He stopped short, finding his boyfriend leaning against the door jam, inches from his face with his fist still in the air from his insistent knocking. “…Want?”

Narrowing his eyes, Eddie sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, “Should’ve known. Only you would be so fucking annoying.”

“Aww, you just say the sweetest things to me, Eds,” Richie shook his head, dropping his hand over his heart before pushing off the door jam and passing Eddie into the room, pecking his temple as he did.

Eddie turned to him, glowering, “I didn’t invite you in.”

“I’m like a vampire,” Richie shrugged, throwing himself down on Eddie’s uncharacteristically messy bed, “You only gotta make the mistake once and I’ll just keep comin’ back.” Leaning back on his arms, he cocked his head at his boyfriend, “You didn’t meet me in the dining hall for dinner.”

“I was tired,” Eddie shrugged, still standing back as he rolled his neck, “And not that hungry.”

Richie nodded, “And then when I went back to my dorm, Stanley had written a B in the corner of the whiteboard on our door.”

Eddie stared at him blankly, “What the fuck does that mean?”

Richie smirked, playfully raising his eyebrows suggestively, “It’s our code. When we got someone in the dorm and the other isn’t supposed to interrupt, we write B or E. Well, He writes B for Billiam and I write E for my Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie shook his head, “Well, I guess it’s classier than a fucking sock on the door.”

“That’s almost exactly what Stan said when I suggested we just do that,” Richie laughed and sat up, “My point is that if Bill’s in my room and you skipped dinner, that means you’re just sitting in here all alone. I came to keep you company.”

“Ever consider I just want to be left alone?” Eddie grumbled, going to sit at his desk.

Richie watched him, cocking an eyebrow, “Please, like your day doesn’t brighten every fucking time you see me, Eds.”

“Don’t call me that!” Eddie snapped and spun around in his chair to glare at his boyfriend, “And if I wanted to see you, I’d have met you at the dining hall.”

“Ouch…” Richie muttered, dropping his smirk, “Okay? Why are you pissed at me?”

“I’m not!” Eddie shook his head angrily and turned around again so his back was to his boyfriend, “I just— I told you, I wanted to be alone.”

“Okay but alone doesn’t usually count me, too,” He heard Richie argue and the sound of his mattress springs shifting as Richie stood up. He felt his shoulders slump and put his head down, pinching the bridge of his nose before whirling around.

“Rich! Wait!” He called out, dropping his hand.

Richie turned around and gave him a look. Eddie knew he didn’t like being sent away which was one of the reasons Eddie very rarely did, at least not for real. He got mad sometimes and he told Richie to fuck off sometimes but he never meant it… Usually he was just upset with himself, like now.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie sighed, shaking his head and looking at his feet, “I’m not pissed at you. I’m not… I just had a really shitty day and— and I’m failing history.”

He felt tears prickle in his eyes again and swallowed hard, cringing at himself. He could almost hear Henry Bowers voice in his head, mocking him. Girly boy gonna cry? You gonna cry, girly boy? Well, don’t get your fairy dust on me, freak.

He felt a hand run down his arm and watched Richie’s familiar fingers tangle together with his. Following the arm back to it’s source, he gave his boyfriend an embarrassed, bashful look and sighed, “I’m failing, Richie.”

His boyfriend sighed and gripped his hand tighter, “Get over here, Eds.”

He pulled Eddie to his feet and lead him to the bed, where Eddie fell into Richie’s arms. He hurried his face in Richie’s chest and breathed in that scent of nicotine, mints, and maybe just a touch of cologne—not particularly good cologne but still instantly Eddie’s favorite. The weight in his chest seemed to lighten there with his boyfriend on his bed, like breathing in Richie’s scent was some kind of natural inhaler to him, opening his lung back up.

“You’re not failing, Eddie,” He felt as much as he heard Richie mumble into his hair, “One bad grade, does not a failure make. Trust me, I know a thing or two about failing. You’re going to make it up.”

“It’s not like I thought it would be,” Eddie admitted, happy to still be face-to-chest with Richie and not have to look into his eyes.

“What’s not?” “New York,” He sighed, “College. Living on my own. Any of it. I just— I thought I’d be good at it and I’m just not.”

Richie sighed and moved down to that he was looking into Eddie eyes, their noses nearly brushing. He could feel Eddie’s warm breath on his lips. Blinking slowly, he reached down and laced his fingers with Eddie’s again, bringing them up to lay between their chests. He watched Eddie’s eyes fall to them and smiled just a bit to himself, “What the fuck do you mean, Eds? You’re doing fine.”

“Richie, I’ve called my mother three times this week and it’s Tuesday,” Eddie shook his head and closed his eyes, “I’m failing history even though I’ve been studying like crazy, I haven’t talked to a single person beside the Losers since we moved here and I’m running out of clothes because I can’t fucking figure out how to use the damn washing machine. I fucking suck at this and it seems so easy for you and Bill and everyone else! I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing,” Richie instantly argued, gripping Eddie’s hand more tightly and startling his boyfriend’s eyes back open, “Nothing is wrong with you. You got this, baby,” Eddie’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes flickered back up to meet Richies, “And you don’t need your crazy ass mother to make this work, okay? Cuz the Losers are here and I’m here… And I can teach you how to do your laundry.”

There was a moment where they were both quiet before both breaking into laughter together. Eddie pulled his hand away from Richie, hooking it around his boyfriend’s neck and pulling him forward for a long, deep kiss. Locking his fingers in Richie’s hair, he pulled himself forward with the only thought on him mind being to get closer. He felt Richie’s teeth brush, teasingly, over his lip before biting ever so lightly.

Gasping, he twisted around to straddle his boyfriend and pulled back to look down at the beautiful, perfect mess of a person below him. Fuck, no one else was every going to make him feel like Richie did. No one else was ever going to make his heart race like him or drive him insane like him or challenge him everyday to keep trying like him.

This was love.

This was the stuff that people more talented than he was wrote songs and poems and books about and it was everything to him in that moment. If there was a world where he had to live and function without this, without Richie... that would be one dark, dark place.

Still out of breathe, pupils blown and heart pounding, Eddie gripped his boyfriend’s shirt and barely whispered, “I love you. I really, really do.”

Richie looked up at him with an expression Eddie couldn’t quite place but supposed it could be filed somewhere under utter devotion and nodded, “I love you, too…” His lips curled into a smirk, “Any chance we can have sex before we do the laundry thing, though?”

Eddie laughed, looking away and shaking his head before meeting his boyfriend’s eyes again, lacing their hands back together on their side of Richie’s head, “I think the laundry can wait… Not like it’ll take that long.”

“Damn, that was cold,” Richie gasped in mock pain, squeezing Eddie’s hand tight before flipping them over so that he was on top, “I’ll show you how long it can take.” _____________________________________________________________________

Two hours later, a freshly showered Eddie and Richie made their way into the muggy laundry room on the ground floor of their resident hall. Richie was carrying Eddie’s hamper and trailing along after his boyfriend, who was carrying the detergent and fabric softener. Scanning his eyes over him, Richie sighed, “Maybe we don’t need to wash your clothes, Eds. I’d be okay if you just wore those shorts for the rest of ever.”

“Beep beep, Trashmouth,” Eddie rolled his eyes, peeking over his shoulder at he set his stuff down and made sure the room was entirely empty out of habit, “Besides, there is literally no way you are still horny after the last few hours.”

Richie grinned, setting down the hamper to wrap his hands around Eddie waist from behind, “Baby, I’m eighteen and a guy; I’m always horny.”

Eddie elbowed him, “Get off me, Perv. We have shit to do.”

“Fine!” Richie exclaimed dramatically as he stepped away, rubbing his ribs where Eddie had gotten him. “So, we need quarters.”

“No shit, huh,” Eddie said in a deadpanned voice.

Richie’s eyebrows shot up, “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you wanted me to teach you how to be a grown ass man but—“

“I literally would never ask you to teach me that—“

“—If you’re all good in here, I’ll just head back to my dorm—”

“—I’m barely asking you to show me how to work these dumb machines—”

“—If it’s so dumb, then I’m sure you can figure it out—“

“—Stop being a dumbass, Richard—“

“—Richard?! Richard?! Fuck you, Edward!”

A buzzer sounded, startling both of them.

Sighing, Richie pulled a quarter from his pocket and flipped it to Eddie, who caught it. Glancing down at the coin, he gave him a begrudging smile, “Thanks, Richard.”

Richie rolled his eyes, a smile falling upon his lips as he moved forward to grab the hamper filled with clothes, “Okay, now pick a machine, Spaghetti Man.”

After they loaded the clothes, Richie fell into place behind Eddie with his hand on his hips as he murmured instructions in his ear. Eddie let him, half deciding it was probably all harmless anyway and half convincing himself that nobody else would be doing their laundry at 11 o’clock at night. Tangled up like that, Eddie put in the detergent and softener and set the machine to the right cycle.

Once the wash started up, he turned around to be nearly nose-to-nose with Richie, a pleased smile on his face, “I did it!”

“That you did, Eds, I told you that you didn’t need your hag of mom,” Richie grinned, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck and kissed him back for a moment before pulling away and whispering, “Thank you… seriously.”

“It’s just part of the boyfriend job description, baby. All good."

“Still...” Eddie sighed, absentmindedly playing with Richie’s hair, “I’m still failing History.”

Richie rolled his eyes before ducking and kissing Eddie, hard and quick, effectively taking his breath away before pulling away, “Yeah, well, I’ll still love you if you have to retake dumbass History.”

“How noble of you,” Eddie’s lips twitched as he peered up into Richie’s eyes through his eyelashes. “Probably one of the things that make me like you so much... even though you’re fucking horny and annoying eighty perfect of the time.”

Ignoring him, Richie kissed him again, holding him against him.

[eisiramdeus]

WARHUNTING, IN HIS LETTERS TO THE CAP’N    fingertips wiggle their way into belt loops, pressed against the worn leather of belt, and he yanks the other in with a seamless sort of motion. "bring it in, cowboy." it's a casual sort of tone, his own frame cradled against the curve of counter. teeth make their mark first, skimming stubble-clad jaw absently a few times before he finds the others mouth in a relentless sort of teasing kisses.

✯ IT’S THE ABSENTLY MINDED DELIVERY OF AFFECTION     THAT STUMPS HIM THE MOST LIKE THIS. INVITINGLY     OPEN LIPS AS RICHARD WORKS HIS WAY AROUND—     no, call it a stroll with nowhere to go, a rebel kiss without     a cause, but DON’T CALL IT WORK AND RUIN THE TONE.     STROLL UP THE SCRUFFY JAW, GENTLE TEETH MARKS     IT’S OKAY. YANKED IN BUT NO RESISTANCE IS OFFERED     on his part; don’t condition him to enjoy a little compliance     THIS WAY. WATCH IT NOW, YOU. HIPS LEAN FORWARD,     cowboy swagger in his stance, belt undone, oh I’m bringin’     it in, birthday boy. I THINK I’M GONNA BE SAD, I THINK IT’S     TODAY, IF YOU DARE TO PULL AWAY.

CHIN TILTS UP, baring his throat, something about wolves and alphas and whatever inane tertiary sex characteristics men pretend exist. I never trusted a single man who obsessed over wolves above the normal threshold. RICHARD’S LIPS trace around the hard of the jaw, the soft of the cheeks, up and down, first right and then left, until the wanderer finds the way to his lips, pecks at them, teasing, not giving in just yet. DIAMOND HANDS, boys. In this case, they work at his belt and obscenely large golden buckle. ❝Don’t tease me, birthday boy.❞ Whispering lips to lips, hand goes over Richard’s collarbone softly as though to grip his throat but lost his nerve. The dimming down of the intensity, the feeling of Sunday morning rising sun, just the way they like. Tongue finds its way in—passively, of course, as though by accident. I would never suggest anything otherwise. Loose hand slipping under that tight green shirt’s sleeve, a greedy gip of his bicep, breath, let go, then slip further in. It’s hard to fit a hand in such a tight space. 

He makes use of his extra height to press himself into Richard against the counter, waist into his waist, maybe just a little tip-toed, tilting Richard’s head back in that kiss, coming from above. Soft, slow grinding, putting his whole body into it, sliding his shirt on the way up. ❝Mmm, forty-one, huh, so I guess—❞ he pulls away from the kiss he stole to slap around a couple of lines that came dead on arrival; he never finished bringing in the heat. Something about pulling away stumped him even more, losing track of time, words turn to mumble and wit turns to longing of being right back in that kiss. SOMETHING HAPPENED in those lips, dulled his tongue, he blinks twice looking into those blue eyes and grins kinda silly, actually. He’s embarrassed, cute canine teeth peeking out and biting down into his lower lip, smiling like he just got caught red-handed, making a fool of himself. What the fuck have you done to me now. Color coming up to his cheeks, he’s blushing but you’ll die for bringing it up, and bring it in, birthday boy. ❝Shut up...❞ he whispers real quiet before Richard could let a single damn peep out. See to it stays that way.

@warhunting

[drycinnamontoastcrunch]

2- To Find a hoodie

Summary: Virgil begins to look around, where ever he is, for his hoodie.

Warnings: Some pain from a past injury, other then that it should be good.

This is chapter 2 (go read chapter one so it makes more sense)

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Logan insisted on running a few more tests on Virgil for good measure. By the time he was alone, it was 3 in the afternoon. After Logan left the room, Virgil instantly got to work on standing. Logan claimed it wasn't a wise choice, but Virgil didn't care. He had some investigating to do.

Virgil slowly bent his arms to prompt himself into a sitting position using his elbows. Just this small movement caused extreme pain, but Virgil pushed forward. After much struggle, he managed to stand. He leaned against the bed frame while attempting to steady his legs. “Stop shaking.” He mumbled to himself.

After a moment, Virgil took a breath and began to head for the large metal doors on the other side of the room. “Okay first things first.” Virgil said, looking down at the weird gray Pjs he was put in, “Find my clothes.”

Virgil opened the door and peeked around the corner. No ones their, this is my chances, Virgil thought to himself. He walked through the door slowly, trying not to fall over from the pain in his side.

Virgil quietly walks down the empty grey hallway reading the signs above each door. Many of them were some Lab, and others were labeled with things like training or testing. He had almost reached the end of the hallway when he heard a voice coming from one of the labs, “This equipment won't be due.” Logan said, followed by the sound of a doorknob turning.

Virgil turned to the door closest to him and ran in. This was a mistake, the moment the rush of adrenaline was gone, he collapsed agents the door. His side shot pain through his whole body, Virgil clamped his mouth shut in pain.

“You okay their, kiddo?” At the sound of someone else Virgil flinched. He looked up to find a smiling boy standing over him. His curly hair was stuck up in different directions, his hands covered in flour. Virgil looked around the room, he was in what looked like the kitchen.

“F-fine.” Virgil said through his clenched teeth. He just had to have found the one room occupied.

Virgil began to get up, trying not to make his pain to noticable.

“Here let me help,” The boy reached out his hand.

After a moment Virgil hesitantly took it. The boy helped Pull Virgil to his feet, causing him to wince.

“Are you sure you okay?” The boy said, concern on his face.

“Yeah, I'm good.” Virgil said quickly.

The boy continues to gip his hand, his eyes seeming to go from a light blue to dark gray. Virgil tares his hand away.

“You must be new.” The boy says, his eyes slowly returning to blue, “Im Patton.”

“Virgil.”

Virgil attempted to put his hands wear his hoodie pockets should be, only to mind he was still in the Pjs.

“Um… do you know wear I could find my clothes.” Virgil said looking at his feet.

“Yes, right,” Patton said, sounding far off. He stood there for a moment looking at Virgil blankly. Before blinking, his eyes returned completely to their natural blue,

“Right this way.” He said, a bright smile returning to his face.

Patton lead him back into the hallway, which was now empty.

“They brought you in two nights ago,” Patton said as they made their way down the hall. “Roman said you held your own pretty well in the fight.” Patton said, finally stopping and opening a door.

“I- I don't really know exactly what happened.” Virigl said rubbing the back of his neck, “It's all kind of a blur.”

“Well that's completely normal,” Patton said opening up a metal locker, “A lot of times when the brain sees something it can't explain it hides it away.”

After a moment of shuffling around in the metal locker Patton pulls out Virgil's clothes. “We throw them in the wash for you because, well…”

“They had blood on them.” Virgil said simply, grabbing his clothes from Patton. Patton looked up at him sadly but only said,

“You can change in the room to the left.”

Virgil nodded and headed out of the room, holding his torn hoodie close to his face.

@hiddendreamer67 (If you dont want to be tagged in the future that fine sense im not really using your prompts anymore (but I might use them again later))

Sorry this was really just to introduce Patton, (can you guess his powers yet?!)

[shesawriter39049]

“Family Ties” Kim Taehyung Mature Mafia AU Par 2 of (?) Sneak peek

“Family Ties” Kim Taehyung Mature Mafia AU Par 2 of (?) Sneak peek

(Okay this was all overflow from part 1, sometimes I get caught up when I write, but I knew right away where I wanted part 1 to end. It's clear you guys want a part 2.., I've written about 3K of it so far... not giving you guys a for sure date but if this gets as much interest as part 1 did within the next 2 weeks I will finish and post it. 1.5K sneak peek )

AU SUMMARY : A powerful alliance made up of of 4 families spanning over a decade, is suddenly turned on its head when one family has a new leader after an unexpected death. Well let’s just say he’s not down to follow the somewhat civilized rules your families have inforced. Sooo now, it’s game on…

WARNINGS- UMM LANGUAGE...SLIGHT DIRTY TALK..AGGRESSIVE AND DOM TAE…WEAPONS I MEAN IT'S A MAFIA AU SOO....

His eyes were studying yours...the way he looked at you was a lot softer now as his touch also changed, it was more so him needing to make sure you were calm. As his hands rubbed light circles along the small of your back. Yes, this was your life..the only one you knew but that didn't make shit like this any easier. You let out a deep slow exhale letting your hands massage the back of his head reconnecting your lips to his, he could feel you smile into the kiss and that let him know you were good. He chuckled lightly against your lips ,still not breaking the kiss, the way he caressed you in his arms just screamed “That’s my girl”.

It was like..he could sense that you were at ease, because he was there, and you had his back, down to start a fire the minute he was. His hand snaked up your neck, pulling you in tighter, as he deepened the kiss, Mr. Kim just couldn't keep his hands, or lips off you tonight. The moment came to an abrupt stop once you felt your body jerk from a wide ass turn he took, not a smooth driver by any means. In all honesty he was driving like he was nervous, another rookie mistake. Neither of you would ever feel uneasy by one of your driver's skills,even if they were doing 130 down a dead end they were always smooth. Also, as the driver sometimes you don’t know what happened or why your picking someone up. The less you know the better, that way if ever questioned, the honest response is “I was just told to drive”. So with that being said, your driver wouldn't speak without being spoken too, which so far is the only rule this rookie is following properly.

Taehyung called it off rip ...he was just probably some guy, who was broke and needed some cash. He’s not valuable to Marco, he doesn't know much, and on top of that he’s terrified, not only of fuckng up but more importantly his passengers.The two of you were known to do some pretty serious damage together if need be. Which is why it was crucial for him to go undetected, if the two of you caught on he didn't stand a chance. Little did he know he blew it the minute Taehyung got in the car. You watched his brow furrowed in frustration at his ammature driving, the grip on your waist tightening, you could tell by the look on his face he was beyond pissed. He was ready to snatch his ass right out of the driver's seat but as bad as his temper was,he wasn’t a loose canon. Even though this guy seemed like a complete cake walk, unless you two were in immediate danger there's no way Taehyung would make an impulsive decision like that with you in the car. Even the slight risk of you getting hurt because of something he did would eat him alive.  He knew he had to find something to calm him until the moment was right, lucky for him his favorite lady was already on his lap.. Reclining your back to rest against the driver's seat with a mischievous smirk which he read clear as day..you two were about to give this rookie the ride of his life. “Oh, by the way I bought you something…” his hands roamed up your sides as you kicked your brow up out of curiosity, you knew he was just trying to make small talk...but Taehyung was no stranger to spoiling you. “Mmmhmm, I actually bought it a while ago,but ya know, you just had to be a fuckin brat” He grunted out but his tone was still playful as he coyly reached in the pocket inside your coat, sliding your 9..down your sleeve. Which drapped on the floor, cradling it in your hand, due to your jacket hanging off your shoulders, the gun and your hand were completely covered.

Rolling your eyes not even bothering to actually verbally give a response,which only made him chuckle. He really wasn’t phased by you, he just wanted to choke your bratty ass sometimes that’s all “Clearly you still haven’t learned your lesson..” You felt a hard smack on our ass but you knew it was coming, keeping your eyes trained on his as you just shrugged nonchalantly in response.”..But I feel like I’d be torturing myself more than you ...” God you loved the way he looked at your body , as he massaged up your thighs it was like you could physically see him getting more and more turned on, “When I saw it I knew you’d look sooo sexy in it while your pretty little mouth was wrapped me...ass up...wearing my favorite pair of Louboutins” The smoothness in which he delivered that you honestly couldn’t even be pissed at him assuming he’d get his way. He definitely had a lingerie kink and you knew It was a piece from Agent Provocateur, it was one of his favourite brands and he wasn't shy to pick out what he liked. “And who says that you’ve been good enough to have my lips wrapped around your dick Mr. Kim?” Cocking your head to the side slightly capturing his gaze with yours “We both know I’ve been more than good my baby ...” signaling for him to scoot closer he leaned in for a kiss,the gip on your waist got tighter as he already knew what was coming. Slowly creeping your hand up the back of the driver seat strategically placing your gun between the gap in the head rest causing the hammer to make a slight clicking sound as the muzzle hit his neck . Granted this was not an ideal position but you’ve done this long enough, were you could make it work.

Coming to a complete stop as he gasped in utter panic once he realized what was happening and at that point Taehyung had enough. The whole car jerked and you watched him grunt in frustration as he quickly climbed over the seat hopping into the passenger side as you adjusted yourself still keeping your gun at the back of his neck. “Keep drivin…” Surprised by how relaxed his tone was in comparison to the look on his face. Taehyung searched him quickly before taking his own gun in one hand and his phone in another “Amature move number 10 sweetheart, you never stop driving...” you whispered out low and sultry against the skin of his neck as your lips brushed his ear. Tae couldn’t help but smile at the site of you ,he thought you were the sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on . Even if his ego wouldn’t always let him admit it this man was so consumed by you! “She’s right for all you know she could’ve just been fucking with you. None of my men would’ve stopped driving, or jumped when I gouged at the seat nor would they have made that sloppy ass bang around the corner.....so what fucking character sent you?! “. 

The driver got lucky because in the midst of all that one of Taehyung's men called him so he was temporally distracted leaving you to deal with him.  His tone was just ...it always did something to you when he was doing business he was so stern and such a fucking man!! He never had to yell for people to know he wasn't to be fucked with! He’s a pretty boy who likes designer things, yet It was so effortless for him to balance the two, he could look a Blue Blood or a guy from The Dot, and have respect from either party.”Don’t make me ask again…”Cocking his head to the side as he tongue grazed his teeth. Also when he got angry it was almost like he had a alter ego, see he obviously wasn't born here, but he’s lived in Boston since he was 7, so naturally he would pick up his own variation of the accent.  Even though it’s very mild, in combination with the deep rich tones of his voice..you were ready to get on your knees whenever and wherever he wanted. Granted this probably shouldn't be running through your mind while you guys are technically in the midst of being kidnapped with a gun to a man's head.  But that’s the kinda shit that runs through your mind regardless of the situation when your dealing with Kim Taehyung.

Hopefully you guys enjoyed and are excited for part 2..I also Introduce 2 more BTS members briefly as well.. As far as Tae’s accent is concerned again it’s faint ..Mark Wahlberg esque, not everyone in Boston sounds like a mob boss. I should know I lived there until I was 13 lol! Love you guys!

Full thing should be up 1/11- it’s up

[superdecade]

Levidromes

A levidrome is a word that when spelled backwards makes another word. Well, at least not yet. It is not in the Oxford English Dictionary. Levi Budd is a six-year-old boy from British Columbia in Canada who has coined the term 'levidrome' after spotting that the word 'STOP' spells 'POTS' backwards. After realising that there is no such word in English for this phenomena, a social media campaign has started to get this word in popular usage (hence this post). I wrote a short Python script this morning that will pull all of the levidromes from a dictionary file. The full list is copied below.

aa ab aba abac abba abo abos abut acca ad ado ados ae aga agar agas agenes ah aha ahs aia aider air airts ajar aka al ala alan alif alma alula am ama amahs amas amen amene amir amis amla amman an ana anal anan anana anes anew anger animal animes anna annat anon ante apod araara arak arb arbas are ares arf aril arret arris arum arval aryl assam asses at ataata ate ates aua auks ava aval avel avid avo awa ay ayahs ba bac bacs bad bag bal bals ban bans bard barf bark bas bat bats bed beef ben bens bib bid big bin bins bird bis blub bo bob bobac bobak bod bog boh bok bon bonk boob boord bor bos bots bows boy bra braced brad brag braw bro brod bros bru bub bud bug bulb bun bunk buns bur burd burg bus but buts cab caba cabob cam camus cap card cares cep ceps cire cires cis cit cite cito civic clat cod cor cos cot cram cran crem cur da dab dace dad dag dah dahs dal dam dap daraf darb darg dart darts das daud daw daws day de deb debut decaf decal decarb dedal deed deem deen deens deep deeps deer dees deet deets def defer deffer deffo deg degami degged deid deified deifier deil deke deked del deled delf delis deliver delos dels deman demit demits den denier denies denim denis denned dennets dens depart deport depot depots derat derats dere dered deres deros derris dessert desserts deus devas devil devils devots dew dewans dewed dexes deys di dial dialer dials diaper dib did died dif dig dim din dinar diol diols diram dit div diva do dob doc dod dog doh dohs dol dom don dons doom door dop dopa dops dor dorb dormin dorp dorps dort dorter dos doser dot doy drab drac drail dram drap draps draw drawer draws dray drey drib drier droob drool drow drows drub duad dual dub dud duel duo dup dups ea ean eas eat ecad ecce ed edile edit ee eel eels een ef eh ehs eke eked elide elides elutes em eme emes emir emit emits emmets emong emos en ene enema enes enol enows er era ere ered eres ergo eric eros ervil eses esnes espial esse et eta etas etat etats eten etic etna euk eve even evil eviler evils ewe exul eye faced farad fe fed feeb feer fen fer fet fid fier fig fila fir fires fled flog flor flow fool fra frab fret fro gab gad gag gal gals gam gan gans gaps gar garb gas gat gateman gater gats gay ged gel gelder gem gen get gib gid gif gig gins gip girt girts git gnar gnat gnats gnaw gnaws gnome gnus gob god golf gon gons goog gorp gorps gos got grad gram grub gu gub gul gulp guls gum gums guns gup gups gur gut guv guy ha habus had hadedah hah hahs hajjah halalah hales hallah hallan halos han hap haram hay he heh henry hep her hey ho hob hod hoh hon hoo hoop hop hos huh hup id ikat imaged io iris iron is it itas iwi jar kabob kaiak kak kam kara kat kay kayak keek keel keels keep keet keets ken keps kier kips kirks kis kiths knaps knar knit knits knob knop knot knots know knub knuts kob kook kor korat kow krab krans kue la lab laced lacer lad laded laer lag lager laid laipse lair lam lamina lana langer lap lares larum las laud lava lavra leat leben led lee leek leep leeps leer lees leet leets leg leir lemel leper les let leud leva level lever levins levo lez liar liard liart lias lied lies lin lion lira lit live lived livre lobo lod loges loid lone loof looks loom loons loop loops loord loos loot looter loots lop los lotos lug luxe lyra ma mac macs mad madam maes mag mak mal malam mallam mals mam man map maps mar marah marc marcs mard marg marid marram marrum mart mas massa mat maws may me meed mees meet meets meg mem merc meter mets mew mho mid milks mils mim mined minim mips mir mis mm mo mod mom mon moo mood mool mools moops moor moos moot mop mor mos mot moy mu mug mum mura mural mures murram mus mut muton muts na naan nab nae nag nah nala nallah nam named namer nametag namma nan nana nap napas nappas naps naras narc narcs narks nas nat naw ne neb nebel ned nee need neep nef neg nek neks nelis nema nemas nep net nete nets neve neves new nib nid nil nimrod nip nips nis nit no nob nod nog noh noil nolos nom non nona nonet noo noon noop noops nori nos not notes notum now noy nu nub nun nur nus nut nuts nys oat ob oba obey obo obol od oda odas offed offer ogre oh ohm oho ohos oi oiks om on ono oo ooh oohs oom oon oop oor oot op oppo orb orf os otic otto oud ova ovel ow owt oxo oy pac pacer pad pah pal palp pals pam pan pans pap par pard part parts pas pat pats paw paws pay pec peed peek peel peels peen peep pees peh pelas pen peons pep per perp perts pets pig pin pins pip pir pis pit plap plug po pod poh pol pols pom ponk poo pooh pool pools poon poons poop poor poort poos poots pop port ports pos pot pots pow pows prat prep prod prog pud pug puh pullup pup pupils puris pus put puy radar rag raga rager rages raggas rail rait raj raja ram ramis rang ranid rank rap raps ras rast rat rats raw ray re real reaps rebus rebut recal recap recaps reccos redder redes redia redips redleg redraw redrawer reed reef reeks reel reels reens rees ref refed refer reffed reffo reflet reflow regal regar regna regnal regos reh reif reified reifier reik reiks reined reird reknit reknits reknot reknots relaid relit relive reliver reman remeet remit renies rennet rep repaid repaper repel repins repot repots res resat resod retag retem retool retrod retros revel reviled reviler reviver reward rewarder rewets rexes ria rial rias ribas riel rif rim rima rime rims rip rits rob roc rod rok rolf rom rones roo rood room rooms roop roops roots rosies rot rotator rotavator rotor rub ruc rucs rug rums run sab sabir sabra sad sadis sado sados sae sag saga sagas sagenes saggar sail sair sakis sal salep salles sallets sam sama samas samen san sanes sap sapan sappan saps sar saran saros sarus sat sate sati sav saved saw saz scab scam scares scot scram scran scur seals seam seat secret seder sedes sedile seed seeks seel seem seems seep seer sees segar segol seil seined seiner seis seisor seities sekos sel selah selahs seles sellas selles seme sememes semes semina sena senas sene senega senegas sennet senor sense ser sera serac seracs seral sere sered seres seric serif serons serres serum sese sesey sessa sesses set seta seton setule seven sexed sexer sexes sey seys sha shad shah shahs shakos shales shama shay shaya she shod shoo shtik si sib sic sidas sies sik sikas siled silen sim sima simar simis sin sined sinnet sip siri siris sirra sirred sirs sirup sis sit six skat skeer skees skeets sken skeps skier skio skips sklim skool skran skrans skrik skua slab slaes slag slaid slam slap sled slee sleek sleep sleeps sleer sleet sleets slim slipup slit slive slived sloid sloom sloop sloops sloot sloots slop slug smart smees smew smir smits smoor smoot smug smur smut smuts snab snag snap snaps snark snarks snaw snawed snaws sneb sned sneed sneer snib snig snip sniper snips snirt snit snivel snod snoep snog snool snoop snoops snoot snores snort snot snow snub snug so sob soba soc soccer sod soda sodas sog soger soh soho sokahs sokes sol solah soled solon solos som some son sonnet sool soom soop sop soras sorb sore sored sorter sos sotol sow soy spacer spaer spag spam span spank spans spar spard spart sparts spas spat spats spaw spaws spay spaz spec speed speel speels spek speks spets spider spik spiks spim spin spins spirt spirts spit spod spool spools spoom spoon spoons spoor spoots sports spot spots sprat sprits sprod sprog spud spug sris stab stag stang stap staps star stared start stat state stats staw staws steed steek steeks steel steels steem stellas stem stemme sten stenned step steps stet stets stew stewer stime stimed stims stink stinker stir stirps stob stonk stonker stool stools stoop stoops stoor stop stoped stoper stops stot stots stoved stow stows strad strap straps straw strep stressed stria strig strips strop strops strow struts stub stum stums stun stunk sturts sub subah suber succus sued sulu sulus sum sumac sun sung sup suras sus susus swad swam swang swans swap swaps sward swat swats sway swey swob swone swop sword swot swots syed syes syn ta tab tae tael taes tag tak taki taks talc tallat tam tan tang tanna tao tap taps tar tared tarok tarp tarps tart tas taser tat tate tats tav taw taws te teed teek teel teels teem teemer tef teg tel telfer ten tenet tenner tennes tennis tennos tenon terces terf terra terret tes tet tets tew ti tiar tic tid tide tig til tiler tils time timed timer tin tink tinker tins tip tips tirrit tis tit toc tocs tod tog tom ton tonk tonker tons too tool tools toom tooms toons toot top toped toper tops tor torot tort tot tots tow tows trad trail tram trams trap traped traps trat trats tressed trew trig trins trips trod trons troop trop troped trot trow tsar tub tuba tubed tuber tug tum tums tun tup tut two ug ulu ulus um umu un urb utu vas vat vav vid vug wad wan wang wans wap waps war warb ward warder warts was wat wats waw way wed wem wems wen wena wert wet wets wey wo wok wolf wolfer won wonk wons wop word wort worts wos wot wots wow xis ya yad yag yah yahs yak yam yap yaps yar yard yaw yaws yay yebo yeh yerd yes yeses yew yews yo yob yod yom yon yos yrneh yug yup zaps zas zel ziz zuz zzz

It is interesting to note that some levidromes are also palindromes. I wonder whether we need a new word to describe this phenomenon also?  Furthermore, there is no word in English for "a word that you make up in order to make another word make sense". I suggest: "emordivel" ?

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[babyshawwn]

Close to You (Smut)

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Request: Do a smut please with shawn please. idc what its about

Word Count: 1,816

Close to You

I was sitting on the edge of the white - rather large -  hotel bed, staring out the room. Somehow, this hotel room seemed bigger than the others, or maybe I was just missing home more than normally today. Little peeks of water drops ran down the window beside me, but I couldn’t hear the rain outside.

Suddenly, Shawn’s cold fingers caressed my cheek. He let his arms slide around my waist, hugging me from behind, as he dropped down on the bed as well.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, while planting a soft kiss on my bare neck.

Quickly, I shrugged my shoulders, not taking my eyes off the raindrops on the window.

“Hey you-” Shawn started, as he softly grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. I tried sending him a little smile, but I knew very well, I failed at it.

“Tell me what’s wrong” he said, almost begging me.

His thumb slid across my lip, leaving it quivering by his simple touch. I bit my lips, as I met his loving eyes.

“I don’t know… I think, I’m just missing home today” I mumbled, rubbing my fingers.

For some reason, it made me feel embarrassed. Shawn quickly leaned towards me, placing a warm, loving kiss on my forehead.

“I’m sorry babe”

“It’s okay, it’ll be better tomorrow” I shrugged, but I wasn't sure it would be.

“Hey-“ Shawn lifted my chin with his thumb. His eyes had a little glance of worry in them, but his smile was still the kind and warm one.

“Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make you feel better” His eyes burned on me, but I didn’t look up to meet them.

I felt the tears pressing and I didn’t really want Shawn to see that. It always made me feel bad, because I knew seeing me cry, would make Shawn upset too. He probably already was upset, because I was.  

Shawn lowered his head and let his lips meet mine. They were warm and soft; like they always were. I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks, the moment his lips touched mine.

Whenever Shawn touched me, he made me feel every inch of my body. Sometimes, it almost seemed like his touch could set fire to my skin.

Raising my head to properly meet Shawn’s lips, I went further into the kiss. I needed this, I needed him. Right now, I needed to feel incredibly close to him. What I really needed, was to be closer. The space between us, I needed it gone.

Pulling out of the kiss, gasping in air, I let my hand run through his dark hair.

“I need you” I whispered, licking my lips, already craving Shawn’s sweet taste again.

Shawn turned me around, so I – once again – had my back towards his chest. I couldn’t see it, but I knew a little smirk crossed his face.

Shawn slowly let his left hand remove my hair from the left side of my neck, before he started placing small, but burning kisses on my neck. The little, but somehow very passionate kisses, made my entire body shiver in response to his lips.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a little moan. Closing my eyes, Shawn’s hands went down to explore my body, grabbing all the right places. It made me twist in pleasure.

“You like that, huh?” he whispered playfully, while biting my earlobe. It was impossible for me to get anything else, than moans out of my mouth, so I just nodded strained.

“Please Shawn” I begged him, as he continued to tease me with kisses on my neck.

My entire body felt strained and uptight. It felt like, I felt his touch a hundred times more, than usually. In a quick, but soft move, Shawn pushed me to lay down on the bed, placing himself on top of me.

I always get so surprised with the way he looks at me; Shawn always looked at me, like I were the only girl in the world worth seeing. And every time, I knew, I had been lucky with this one.

Taking my hands in his, he bended down and kissed me. Shawn was being more gentle than he normally would be. Probably because he knew I was upset. Before breaking the kiss, he bit my lip softly. He knew I liked that.

His hands ran down my body, teasing, before he finally pulled off my shirt, throwing it to the floor. He let his hand slip under me, opening my bra.

For a short second, he just looked at me. He took in the naked sight of me, like he couldn’t believe that this body, belonged to him only.

He started licking and biting my nipples, basically just playing around with my breasts. It made me close my eyes in pleasure, feeling the urgent need, to feel him inside me. While kissing my body, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. With his tongue, leaving a wet trail all the way down, I felt myself twist by his touch. He spread my legs, planting kisses on the inside of both my thighs.

“Please Shawn, I can’t-“ I stuttered. I just wanted to feel him. He smiled playfully at my reaction, licking his lips.

“What do you want babe?” He smirked, gazing up at me.

“You know what I want” I gasped, almost in panic. Shawn placed another kiss on my lips, before raising his eyebrow.

“Tell me, what you want to me to do” he rasped.

“I want you to-“ I started, but as Shawn hit a stop on my neck with his tongue, a moan slipped out instead. He leaned closer to me, biting my under lip, not taking his eyes of me.

“I want you to fuck me” I whispered, out of breath and in need of his touch.

“Whatever my princess want” he smirked, before licking his lips.

Looking at Shawn, I noticed he was still fully dressed, while I was completely naked already. He loved being in control and teasing me; but I loved it just as much as he did. Before Shawn could do anything, I grabbed the bottom of his white t-shirt, pulling it of him quickly.

“You’re a eager little one, huh?”

“Oh yes I am”

“I like it” He laughed, kissing me once again.

Shawn took off his pants and underwear, now being completely naked like me. I let my hand run down his well-trained chest, feeling the heat from his body. It was nice to know, this had an effect on him as well.

As Shawn pressed himself further into my body, I felt his hard boner against my skin. I grabbed his neck, pulling his face down to me. Only inches apart, I felt him breath against my lips.

“Please Shawn, I need it. I need you” I whispered, catching his gaze.

Shawn placed a loving kiss on my lips as he slowly entered me, filling me out fully. It made me grab him even harder in pleasure, as my hand ran up to his hair. Shawn was kissing my bare collarbone, while letting me fully enjoy him sliding into me, before he even started moving. When I had enjoyed the moment, he slowly started moving.

Pushing himself further into me, then out a little and right back in to me. He was being so gentle, like he was afraid, he might break me. Though this definitely got my thoughts off being sad.

“Faster baby, faster” I moaned against his ear.

Only seconds after, I felt Shawn pick up the pace, forcing me to moan even louder. Letting my hands run down his back, I knew, my nails grabbing into his skin, were going to leave marks on there, but somehow I like it. It was like marking my territory.

“Fuck Shawn, I need this so bad” I almost shouted.

Shawn’s mouth was open as he took in air, his eyes were tightly shut, as the pleasure he was feeling rushed over him. Our breaths had suddenly become one and we were both gasping for air, both trying our hardest not to moan loudly for the entire hotel to hear.

“Let me turn you around. I want you to ride me” Shawn gipped, out of breath.

I let him turn us around, so I was now sitting on top of him. The bed made small cracking noises underneath us, but I didn’t care about the noise. I let my hands rest against his chest, swaying my back, to feel his cock even more inside me.

The goose bumps suddenly rushed over Shawn’s body, as I touched him harshly. Shawn let his fingers run from my hair to my face, I opened my mouth, taking his thumb in between my lips, sucking it hard. I knew, he loved that, but if I didn’t, the twist his entire body made, had let me know anyways. I let my hips crash against his, as I started moving. He grabbed mine to help me move even faster against his lower body.

Shawn’s lips spread, as he let of a sound, I’d never heard before. He grabbed my hair, pulling my face down, so he could kiss me, while I continued riding him.

“Fuck baby! I’m so close” he whispered, in between the kisses on my rather dry lips.

He let his tongue lick them to moisturizing them a bit, it left my lips tasting like him. I felt myself being on the verge to explode, so I lowered down, letting Shawn fill me out completely. I picked up the pace, riding him even harder, Shawn quickly grabbed my thighs with his hands, moving with me.

“Open your eyes baby, I want to see you while you cum” he whispered, tightening the grip around my thighs.

I did as he commanded, and our gazes met instantly. Both Shawn and I’s mouth were open, as we moved as one, while enjoying every inch of each other. I reached my point and seconds after both  me and Shawn moaned in one overwhelming bliss. I rolled to the side, taking a few seconds to regain strength again.

“Holy fuck” Shawn stuttered, his voice made me laugh.

Shawn rolled to the side, letting his fingertips play a little with my messy hair. His hair was wet from sweat, his breath strained and his cheeks pinkish. He bended down, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

“You are amazing, you know that?”

“No, you are” I smiled, letting my fingertip stroke his lip. His kissed it quickly.

My hair was sticking to my steamy neck, but I didn’t care. I felt way better now. I let my head rest on Shawn’s chest, still feeling him struggle a bit with his breathing. He pulled me even closer to him, placing a kiss on the top of my hair.

“Thank you” I mumbled, closing my eyes while cuddling down to him.

“For what?” he laughed.

“Making me feel better. Making me feel close to you” He lifted up my chin, forcing our eyes to meet.

“Always” he whispered, sending me a loving smile. “I love being this close to you” 

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DG National Report:Atlanta by Pamela Turner

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Four days after Christmas, Atlanta playwright/director Patricia Henritze sat down in my living room to talk about lying. That wasn’t how I meant to start but she’d piqued my interest with the opening of her 2009 Orlando Prize winner (Creative Non-fiction) Learning to Talk: “My father never uttered three honest words in a row…He taught me to parcel out truth in the smallest increments—grains of truth, layered between lies to confound the listener and make them doubt themselves.”

She and I seemed to share the tendency to hide many aspects of ourselves, not the least in our writing. Henritze admitted that sometimes it was “so painful to put words on paper because it’s so revealing.” Although she kept journals from 1990-2003, she’d thought journaling “was stupid.” Even so, it was a place to “tell the truth” and it allowed her to write and not “have to be good—it was a place to practice writing” until she could finally do it. Writing about her father and their relationship had been a means for opening the gate a little and allowing some personal vulnerability to peek through. “I was very surprised to win that [award] since I’d never written a memoir before…if gave me the idea that maybe being a writer was possible.”  

Describing herself as shyer than “people think,” she has nonetheless worked for several years on a performance project called Proximity with choreographer/theatre artist Nicole Livieratos where she also acted “reluctantly…but I enjoyed it.” Though she says that “being an actor is not for me anymore,” it has added to her directing skills with the Georgia Innocence Project’s piece Life Sentence where she has helped to shape the performance and music elements of what she calls the “masterful storytelling” of Clarence Harrison, who was exonerated by the GIP after eighteen years in prison.

When I asked how politics inform her work, Henritze responds in part that “My social justice work isn’t so much a calling…it’s just part of what interests me in the world…Plus, I love to work with non-actors and non-theater people. It keeps me from being isolated in a world of just artists. And people are interesting.” Not surprisingly, then, her most recent projects focus on the lives of “real” people, both historical and very much still living. Her play The Bitch of Balaclava (2016 O’Neill finalist) illuminates the experiences of Florence Nightingale on the battlefields of the Crimean War. As is often the case, she began with an image, that of Nightingale standing in a sea of injured men. Also true to her tendency to “slide around between forms,” the script is “cross-genre” and “has an ensemble feel to it with monologues, moving around in time, and also has [both] Expressionistic and Realistic scenes.”

Ready to hear about her “living person” project, I was reminded of a comment she’d made earlier about how she finds and chooses working partners. “Usually we find each other, recognize kindred spirits. I guess the biggest thing is to have the same work ethic…[also] a sense of humor is mandatory.” This is especially relevant to the solo play Idi Amin, America and a Bar of Soap that Henritze has written for Derreck Kayongo, who survived a childhood under Amin’s brutal regime, became a refuge in Kenya, and finally immigrated to the U.S. where he is now a citizen and the CEO of the National Center for Civil and Human Rights in Atlanta. What is powerful about this piece, says Henritze, is “not the success, but the human element…[it] tells what it’s like to have this childhood, how people survive when terrible things happen… and also provides a reminder of what America can be for a refugee.”

There is so much more to tell about Henritze, including her collaboration on an “extreme” Shakespeare adaptation with only four characters titled Anthony and Cleopatra UNDONE and her work with Hungarian artists to create “Who’s There” for the Budapest Fringe Festival. Plus she has received a Lipkin Playwriting prize, an Alliance Theatre Reiser Award (for Idi Amin), and an Idea Capital Grant among many other honors. But it seems most appropriate to end with the small “reveal,” that if not a writer, Henritze would be a baker. “I used to work at Flying Biscuit café…baking bread, muffins and cakes…I never got tired of watching the dough rise in the early hours of the day.” I asked if that was anything like writing or directing a play. She smiled. “Yeah, when everything comes together—but of course sometimes things just don’t rise.”

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Playwright Patricia Henritze 

A reading of The Nightingale Rose or The Bitch of Balaclava by Patricia Henritze

Derrick Kayongo in a showcase of Idi Amin, America, and a Bar of Soap by Patricia Henritze

[gilastyles]

My day trip to Suzhou!

Was one to remember.

The walk through the Lion Forest Garden was amazing. It is literally a rock maze, rather than just a simple walk through a garden it’s possesses a hide ‘n’ seek feel to it. Climbing up and under, walking across a rock plank to the other side. Koi fishes swimming through taking a peek at you. It was a nice day.

And what’s a peaceful day without some adventure? On the way back to Shanghai we got in a cab to go catch our train. As we’re at the station waiting on the others to buy their tickets, the lady in the booth says that we’re at the wrong station going to Shanghai and that Diana and I can not purchase new tickers. OMG. when I tell you our train was for 9pm and it was 8:20, my heart dropped because, here I am in China, no idea how far the next station is and I don't speak mandarin ! Thank God Ashley was there to tell us what to tell the cab. Now it is time to run. I literally think Romano cursed us when it comes to the train (and I hope this isn't me in Beijing) because you didn’t even catch Diana and I the way we flew to catch a cab. The mission has just begun. As we get a cab, two guys are trying to get us in their illegal cab BU ! that's all I kept yelling. Hop into the cab and I see Ashley running to the window “repeat what I told  you!” lol Ashley we go this but for sake we repeated the directions she told us in Mandarin and off Diana and I went. The cabby gipped us, 45 Yuan ! it cost us 15 to get from the station to where were at coming into Suzhou and the ride was literally 15-20 minutes, same as the first cab. But we made it. Running through security now, get to the gate for the screen to tell us that our train is delayed. *insert crying emoji*. I’m not going to lie, the screen brought memories back to our first week when we had to run for the train with Romano and our train was delayed. But we made it and that’s all that matters.