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h4ndwr1tten · 7 months ago

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

featuring: roommate!satoru x reader

cw: fluff really, strong language? kinda suggestive.

the sudden, thundering sound of what seemed to be a crash had you jolting awake. you immediately sat upright and reached over to your lamp, switching it on and scanning your room on high alert. glancing over at your digital alarm clock, you found that it was only 1:03 in the winter morning. what kind of asshole would partake in destructing something this late?

the first person to come into mind was satoru, your roommate. he tends to stay up as late as possible doing the most random and stupid shit he could thing of. once, you caught him trying to fit himself into the shared washing machine at 3 am. but you remembered that earlier, you were going to confront him about how he left his used boxers and socks on the bathroom floor after his shower. when you stormed into his room, however, he was surprisingly in deep sleep.

so if satoru was slumped, where did the noise come from?

you debated leaving your bed for your safety or staying there, also for your safety, but ultimately decided on quickly checking the apartment for something unusual. quietly groaning, you forced yourself out of bed and into the hallway.

you hadn't found anything out of the ordinary, making you firmly believe it was an inconsiderate neighbor. nothing felt off and you weren't experiencing any sense of doom, so you returned to your bed and knocked right out.

only, an hour later, you woke up freezing. your room felt like pure ice and your body felt like you had been dipped into an ice bath. when did it get so damn cold? you thought, pulling your blanket higher up your body. it was snowing outside, but the cold shouldn't have been able to be felt with the heater on.

you tried to go back to sleep, but you only found yourself shivering despite the blanket. you rubbed your legs together in an attempt to warm you up, but it didn't seem to work. you huffed, irritated and uncomfortable by the temperature change.

getting up for the second time, you threw your blanket over your shoulders and went into the hallway to check the thermostat. there, you found satoru, also checking the temperature.

"cold?" he asked, his voice raspy from probably having been woken up to the same thing.

you hummed in response, watching silently as he tried to figure out what was wrong. he tapped at a few times, pressed the buttons every second, until he noticed that the temperature of the heater wasn't changing.

"it's broken."

oh.

"what? the thermostat?" you question, a little densely, but to be fair, it was 2 in the morning.

"no, the heater," satoru replied, tapping at his lips in thought.

that made a lot more sense. the weather from antarctica couldn't have just magically moved in with you. but did this have to do with the loud bang from earlier?

"satoru," you begin, "i woke up an hour ago because there was a bang, but i checked and nothing seemed broken inside here."

satoru hummed, turning away from the wall and to you. he opened his mouth to speak and you anticipated it, but instead, you watched as his eyes trailed down your frame, eyes falling onto your body. he was silent for a few seconds, visibly gulping. his face felt warm. could you see his pink-tinted cheeks in the dim lighting?

clearing his throat, satoru turned away and pretended to observe the thermostat, mumbling, "yeah, that might have... that might've been it."

confused, you look down at your body to find what elicited his behavior. it took you a second, but you noticed your hardened nipples poking out through your shirt. you forgot that was a thing. your eyes widened and you quickly folded your arms and blanket over your chest, feeling a tad bit embarrassed.

"what do we do now?" you asked, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

"how many blankets do you have?"

fuck, they're all in the laundry.

"one."

satoru side-eyed you, slowly turning to face you, his face deadpan.

"they're in the laundry!" you raised your hands in defense, effectively dropping the blanket to the ground.

it seemed to have caught satoru's attention because of the way his eyes moved down to the ground. then slowly up your figure, as if drinking in every part of you. your arms were still hiding your chest and you didn't look all that great right now, considering you were only in pajama pants and a baggy tee. but the way he looked at you made you feel like it was more than just the attire.

you shifted your weight onto one foot, warmth creeping up your neck. you had always felt some sort of attraction towards your roommate, but considering how insanely attractive he was, you thought that he would never even think of seeing you the same way.

but gosh, the way he eyed you like the most valuable treasure there ever was. the way there seemed to be a sort of want, desire burning in his eyes. that was enough to make you question his feelings.

"satoru?" you call, growing antsy under his gaze.

"sleep in my room," he suggests casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"what...?"

he sighed, probably wondering if you were stupid, or deaf, or both. "the heating's down, and it's only going to get colder from here. i say that because we are both mature, grown adults, we sleep in the same bed because right now, shared body heat is likely the only thing that's going to keep us from freezing."

you were stunned, to say the least. that's the most and longest sensible thing to come out of satoru's mouth ever. had he thought of this before?

"i guess you're right," you mumbled, face flushed. "but wouldn't it be awkward?"

"it'll only be awkward if you make it awkward," satoru retorted, opening the door to his room and waiting for you to enter. "we're mature, right?"

you walked into his ridiculously messy room, sighing, "i am, but i don't know about you."

"hey!"

you flopped down onto satoru's bed, a lingering warmth around it from before he got up. your heart began to beat a little faster as he approached the bed, the fact that you were actually about to sleep with someone you've dreamed of sleeping with before.

"y/n?" satoru called out, breaking your stare at the floor.

"yeah?"

"that's my side of the bed."

you blush furiously, scrambling to the opposite side, muttering, "oh, sorry."

but once you were there, satoru goes, "that's also my side."

you snap your head at him, glaring. "what do you mean, this is also your side?"

"i sleep in the middle."

"are you serious?" you sigh, growing uncomfortable.

"yep," satoru said, popping the p and sprawling out across the bed like a starfish. his once (and extremely rare) seriousness was gone, and he was back to his irritating antics.

you sat at the very edge of the bed, nearly sliding off, uncomfortable in the silence. satoru's eyes were closed and his breathing seemed to have relaxed, and you wondered if he was asleep. you wondered if he really meant what he said by sharing the bed too.

"satoru?" you murmured, chewing the inside of your cheek.

"mph?"

standing up, you uttered, "i can just go back to my room, i don't wanna bother you. i'll get warm eventually."

you weren't lying. even though sleeping in his bed felt like a really good idea, both for your comfort and desire, you would hate to be a bother to him.

peeking an eye open, satoru reached for your hand and grasped it, pulling you back down.

"i'm joking, y/n," he sighed, slightly muffled by his pillows. "get in here."

he fixed his position, then opened his blanket to beckon you in. you frowned, snapping, "you basically just said there's no room for me after suggesting we share the bed."

despite that, you still found yourself crawling into the warmth of his sheets. you kept yourself at the edge, though, still afraid of taking up his personal space.

it's quiet for a moment again. you raise the blanket just up to the underside of your nose, nervously picking at the pillowcase. his scent engulfed you; a mix of his cologne and natural musk, with a faint hint of detergent. you realize this is real.

satoru sighs, and to your surprise, he throws his arm around your torso and pulls you into him, your back now pressed against his front. he doesn't take off his arm, but instead, gently runs his cold hand along your stomach as if comforting you.

"i was just messing with you," he mumbles, drowsiness in his voice. "but i'm sorry, you big baby."

realizing what he said, you elbowed him in the ribs, but not too hard to actually hurt him. satoru let out a fake whine, both of you laughing quietly after.

silence fills the two of you, the only noises being shared breathing and city noise from outside. it's quiet, but it's comfortable.

you roll over onto your other side to face satoru, finding him with his eyes already shut and brows barely pinched. even in the dark, you can still make out the outline of his perfect features, from his long lashes to his cold-nipped lips. you'd trace them if you could, but you refrained out of fear of waking him up and the fact that you were in no position to be touching him like that.

"i can feel you staring at me," satoru mumbles, fatigued huskiness in his voice.

you blush, grateful for the lack of light in the room, whispering an apology.

satoru opens his eyes, a faint smile sitting atop his lips. "i know i'm insanely handsome, but sleep," he teased.

"i was actually looking at that fat, glow in the dark pimple on your forehead, but okay," you snort, scooting in closer to satoru's warmth.

his hand darts to his forehead, yelping, "actually??"

you giggle, "no. sleep."

"you suck," he sighs, chuckling before bringing his hand back to around you.

you slowly slide your arm under his and wrap it around his torso, your nerves and hesitation fading when he doesn't make a move to remove you. satoru whispers a goodnight, lips ever so slightly brushing against your forehead. you whisper it back, and sleep comes over the both of you.

maybe the heater should stay broken...

note — gave up on my layout D:

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savnofilter · 1 year ago

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Text Me Back | Katsuki Bakugo

Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x [FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, sexting, sending nudes, crude jokes, mention of myspace™, p.o.v switches, established relationship.

WORD COUNT: 4k words [15 mins].

READ MORE: masterlist + [student masterlist].

A/N: gosh i wish i couldve done more with this but... i'll figure it out later. may revamp or do a part 2 but it depends on how motivated. anyways, enjoy. 🥹 also i just realized that reader did nothing the whole day LMAOOOO so ignore that pls omg. thank you, anon!

As spring rolled around, the air had a certain chill to it.

It was a crisp scent with sharp edges, the smell of growing plants clinging onto the molecules within the vicinity. As a result of the coolness in your room, you probably should turn on the heater in your apartment. Usually, you wouldn't have to worry about doing it yourself, but due to maintenance delaying another day later to fix the issue, you now find yourself in an internal battle to get up out of your bed for your comfort.

Of course, you didn't hate the spring atmosphere. You liked it. The nostalgic and tender feel it gave your body and mind gave a fake sense of comfort that you desired. But you would desperately love it more if you could bask in such ideals while in the comfort of your lukewarm sheets, temperature heightened by the air of the room.

You groan in disdain at the fact you had to get out of your bed. You begrudgingly roll onto your side and feel around for your phone on your nightstand. Once finding your device you click the button on the side to partially unlock it to see what you have missed from being asleep. Of course, regular things like Twitter notifications were present, Snapchat, Instagram, MySpace, etc… until a message stuck out the most amid your roll call.

Bakugo 🤭💕

Light schedule today, museum date?

I know you will wake up late, so I'll decide for you. Pick-up is at 7 p.m.

[✓] Sent 8:42 A.M.

You immediately perk up at the notification, a goofy smile spreading onto your lips.

Bakugo has been your boyfriend for about three years now. You had originally met years prior when you both were in school. Him being an intern for superhero-ing and you were an intern for hands-on training within the superhero management world. You were a little shit and he was an even more of a little shit… and that's what made you two click. Even with his calloused way of showing his emotions, he had still been pretty evident about his feelings towards you when you two were merely friends. In the same way, you two could work and piss each other off to no end, there was a great sense of duality showcased by empathy, love, and compassion toward each other. When you needed someone or something, you could always count on your boyfriend, Katsuki.

You chewed the inside of your lip as your brain racked your head at the things you needed to do today. Today was Friday so you were sure you wouldn't have anything on your schedule. But because you tended to let things slip your head, you still had to double-check to make sure. You light up once again as you realize today was only a busy day for yourself—chores, errands, and minimum job-related things you could finish at home. Nothing dire; just adulting.

You

and what if I said no????

how'd y'know i'd wake up late lol

[✓] 13:01 P.M.

After quickly adjusting your noise settings from silent to vibrate, you bring your phone back down onto the nightstand and properly sit up to avoid your back from aching at an uncomfortable angle. You stretch in delight, arms brought over your head and your eyes shut exerting all of the drowsiness within you. You coil back into yourself once the cold air you had forgotten about hits your skin as a rude reminder. You glare at the thermostat before swiftly throwing your covers off and trudge your way to the small dial and fix the dilemma yourself.

While fiddling with the switch, you hear your buzz behind you. Your brows scrunch in frustration as you can feel yourself start to get agitated at how it's acting, finally getting the stupid little compartment to work before walking off. You nearly trip on your way back to bed in an effort to get back to the warmth of your bed.

Bakugo 🤭💕

You always wake up in the evening, dumbass.

& you have a free schedule today.

[✓] Sent 13:08 P.M.

You scoff.

Your chat bubbles float up on the screen on his end as you try to think of something more annoying to combat him with. You fall short.

You

Damn.

[✓] Sent 13:11 P.M.

You think to yourself before pausing and sending another text.

You

shouldn't you be at work? why are you texting me

a kid is probably drowning rn bc Lord Explosion Murder Dynamight is sexting his girlfriend instead of doing his job.

did you change your name to your hero name AGAIN???

[✓] Sent 13:15 P.M.

If loving this kind of banter was something that you enjoyed, may the devil take you away. You couldn't help the grin mischievously as you waited for his correspondence. You were practically on the edge of your bed waiting for his reply.

A few minutes go by and he hasn't replied. There's a pang of hurt following your spiraling thoughts. Who cared if a kid was really drowning-

Bakugo 🤭💕

↳{replied to your text: shouldn't you be at work? why are you texting me}

Is work in the room with us?

[✓] Sent 13:25 P.M.

You're almost quick to reply before seeing his speech bubbles pop up again, eyes watching in interest. You can't help but feel nervicited seeing it disappear and reappear, proud to have stunned him. What you didn't know is what he was fixing himself to say.

Bakugo 🤭💕

↳{replied and highlighted: … Dynamight is SEXTING HIS GIRLFRIEND instead of doing his job.}

No pic, no proof

[✓] Sent 13:27 P.M.

You squint at your phone and pause. Did he just quote the way you talk AND send you a musty and memefied reply all in one go? You huff at his bravery, rolling your eyes but feeling a deep blush creep up on your cheeks. Your phone vibrates.

Bakugo 🤭💕

Don't tell me you folded that fast, babe.

[✓] Sent 13:31 P.M.

Oh, but you did. You weren't expecting him to fire back at you like this. Often when you made an innuendo of some sort he'd whine and brush it off as if he hasn't beaten your doonies down multiple times—sometimes all in one night. But you refused to let him win this. You need to think fast.

Again, the cool air caresses your exposed hand, the stroke of the uncomfortable chill making you hiss. You position yourself on your back where you can safely cover the backs of your hands as you held your phone. A few more minutes had passed than you had noticed, your screen growing dim as you were forced to look at your newly awakened and chilled state.

That's when it hit you.

No pic, no proof, right?

As you shiver feeling a stroke of air pass over again, a sign that the temperature in the room is actively changing, you look down at your chest. In your defense, they looked at you first. Your nipples are profoundly erect and poking at your shirt begging for attention. You purse your lips before looking back at your screen, contemplating your next moves. Sucking in a small breath you quickly awaken your phone and swipe your screen over to take a photo of yourself.

You angle the electronic to show your chest, your other hand dragging up some of your shirt to show little skin of your stomach. Your nipples were still very much the prominent part of the image. After realistically struggling a bit, you snap the picture and quickly hum in surprise at how good it is. If you were in any other state than your current one, you would've retaken it but you couldn't feel yourself to care knowing he's an ass anyway.

You decide to say something after the image as you bring up the chat and send in the picture.

You

(IMAGE)

is this proof?

[✓] Sent 13:40 P.M.

After setting your phone down and interlocking your fingers together, you stare up at the sky: now that you think about it, what possessed you to send such a scandalous picture all of a sudden? The hormone monster? When was the last time you sent him a proper nude? You rub your face and groan as you now really think about it.

No matter how many times you have sent spicy images, it was the mock post nut clarity after sending it off. Debating if the pic was good enough or hoping that it somehow didn't change sender at the last second. The vulnerable feeling starts to claw its way into your body… and yet you refuse to let it get to you. Just like how everything with Bakugo is, all the nervous feelings always filled you with excitement. You couldn't wait to see his response because you knew damn well he was your munch.

You hear your phone buzz once before turning your head to see it fade to black again. Deciding to not look at it straight away, you get up for the second time today. Fortunately, your room was starting to warm up which meant it was the perfect time to start your day (yes, nearing the second hour of the evening). Your phone buzzes again and you choose to ignore it.

Running through your routine is clockwork. Use the bathroom, brush your teeth, shower, facial, and the last part you hadn't reached yet was to get dressed. You had honestly forgotten about teasing your long-term boyfriend as you freshened up for the day. Typically, you did this as a way to relieve stress and rejuvenate yourself. You hum as you lotion up yourself, welcoming back the feelings of giddiness back to your body. There was no need to rush this; it was almost as though the teasing was for your enjoyment more than his. Again you wrap yourself in your robe and finally sit on your bed to go on your phone. His message reads:

Bakugo 🤭💕

↳Loved your message.

Fuck.

Is this how we're playing today?

[✓] Sent 13:41 P.M.

You bite the inside of your lip before a smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth as you type up a reply.

You

you don't want more? okay… ;( 💔

[✓] Sent 14:39 P.M.

He immediately opens your message and his speech bubbles become afloat.

Bakugo 🤭💕

You know damn well that's not what I meant, brat.

Another form of confirmation would be suitable.

[✓] Sent 14:39 P.M.

There's a pause before he sends his next text.

Bakugo 🤭💕

Please.

[✓] Sent 14:39 P.M.

You

I guess you can since you asked nicely…

[✓] Sent 14:41

He was a good boy you had to admit. When he wanted you, he certainly knew how to play the rules until he could be on top. You admired that about him.

You slightly turn your head to the mirror of your bed. You were currently out of sight in the reflection but had an idea of how you could use it. You scooch up to the edge of your bed, sitting with your legs on each side of the corner closest to the body mirror. Before you could even think about sending off a photo you pull your hair back and neaten it up whether it was with a bonnet or messy bun. Regardless you knew he wouldn't give a fuck but this surge in arousal made you want to look sexy in your most natural state. Skin glowing and thriving, you felt like a goddess.

Blessed that the room is warm enough for you to be naked, you partially undress; eyes watch your irresistible figure come to reveal itself. Of course, even with how much you loved yourself, you couldn't show all of yourself just yet. You pull your robe open enough to expose your chest, a small huff of discontent leaving as the air hits your naked skin again. A hum leaves your chest as you admire yourself a bit more, before positioning the camera in a way to show off your chest. You knew this would drive him insane. After a few awkward angles and shots, you deemed your favorite one and opened back up the messages app once again.

You waste no time uploading the pictures but grow a bit hesitant as you can’t help but feel nervous. You’d think after doing this with a trusted partner it’d be a breeze at this stage. You fidget on the edge of the bed as you type up, delete, then retype, decide to delete and then the process continues. ‘Why was this so hard?? Just send the damn pic!’ You sigh and type up your final draft, ready to send the first proper nude for the evening.

With a final decision, you decide to go with something simple.

You

how’s this?

(IMAGE)

[✓] Sent 14:57

You immediately close out the app once you send it off and fall back onto your bed. There’s a giddy smile on your face as you could only imagine what his reaction would be to see the photo. That was the whole exciting thing about this: the teasing that transpires and the adrenaline rush you receive from it. You don’t bother to check if he’s seen it yet as you think it would be best to let your heart rest. Luckily, it’s not long before you need to wait as your phone buzzes beside you.

After a few moments of waiting you sit up on your side to look at the message, your eyes immediately going for Bakugo’s text. You freeze upon seeing two messages in the same format as yours, a regular text followed by a photo to compliment the exchange. You raise your eyebrows as you prop yourself up on your hand now, tapping his notification and swiping up to look at what he has sent you.

You softly gasp as you open the image, something you were not expecting but will gladly accept. “More than perfect.” You read aloud and scrolled further down to look at the whole image. You grin upon seeing a picture of him palming his hard-on through his pants. It appeared by his scenery and clothing that he truly wasn’t out on patrol today, instead probably filming content to build his likability with his fanbase. Not only that, he was in a dressing room, by himself. He had more than enough time to do what he pleases.

Bakugo was more than ready to up the ante and your slow correspondence was killing him. He knew that this was a frequent way that you liked to tease and play dirty with him. He had been up since 5 a.m. and he was basically waiting impatiently for you to wake up.

It had been about a week or so since you two have seen each other and he was missing you badly. Your dumb jokes, your antics, the “arguments” and especially your touch. Apparently, the pre-planned date for tonight was the type of outing you needed as well. Bakugo sucks his teeth as he starts to feel a blush arise on his cheeks as he can’t help but think about you. And you weren’t making it better with how willing you are to toy with him.

Now it was the blonde-haired male's turn to be nervous awaiting your reply. He watched in expectancy to see your response, sitting up from his slouched position on the couch in his dressing room to read your reply.

#1 Brat

not too bad yourself, honey~

[✓] Sent 15:21

Katsuki is quick to start typing again, pausing when he sees your chat bubbles pop up on his phone.

#1 Brat

mind sending another one more… revealing?

(IMAGE)

[✓] Sent 15:23

He chuckles at your proposition. The laugh subsides as he takes in the new image, revealing more of your body in your lying down position practically mimicking the first photo you had sent for the day. The robe artfully covers but also shows your body and he can’t but groan as he longs to touch you. Your breasts, legs, and tummy are so fucking attractive to him. The fact that you have a pretty face tops it all off makes him feel as though he’s won the jackpot being in love with you. But there was one part that he was longing to see as well, the piece of heaven between your legs. The blonde-haired hero grunts as he starts to type up his message.

Bakugo 🤭💕

I could ask the same from you, beautiful.

[✓] Sent 15:26

You

ah-ah, you first!

[✓] Sent 15:27

“This…” Katsuki mumbles to himself but doesn’t stop from unbuckling his pants anyways. With how hard his length appeared in the earlier photo, it is no surprise at how confined it was pressing against his underwear. With a simple tug, he releases his cock from his briefs, a soft groan leaving his lips as he strokes his cock. The warmth of his hand certainly did not compare to yours at all.

He imagines your hot hands caressing every bit of his skin, your warm mouth that’s skilled with playing with his sweet spots, your plush thighs that wrap around his waist or squish his face. The way he could watch how your chest jiggle with each thrust, the way that your pussy never fails to take him in like it was made for him. Everything about you was cursing him and he needed you badly.

Bakugo tilts his head back against the top of the couch as he starts to speed up his thrusts, now fully getting into the thought of what he’d do to you if you were right next to him right now. How he could easily pick you up and pin you onto the couch as he pounds into you like no tomorrow, not giving a fuck if your moans were too loud and anyone passing by could hear the lewd noises coming from within the room. The way he could watch your face contort into the most erotic expressions all because of him, his touch, his mouth, and his dick most importantly. The moment his hips buck to meet his own stroking hand makes him realize he had distracted himself from his main task.

He fumbles around for his phone before setting it up the way you like the most when watching his videos. The angle is perfectly angled to showcase his impressive length, not tew much balls but enough to show the goodies. He made sure to be vocal as well, letting the camera show his stroking and his thumb rubbing his tip every so often to increase the pleasure. A few times you could hear his soft grunts of your name or an exploitive to release the building-up tension from his masturbation session.

He breathes out as he speeds up his strokes. It seems as though with his jerking that he's getting closer and closer to his climax, the only thing clouding his mind is only you. He softly pants and starts to collect perspiration of sweat on his forehead as he works up to his orgasm. He clenches his jaw as he finally finishes and continues to stroke, showing how much cum he can milk from himself. He hums in mere satisfaction and ends the video to clean up. Unfortunately, that in itself did not rid himself of the boner; a new one was already starting to grow once again.

When he processes the video through the messaging app, there is no cheeky remark or commentary. He is officially worked up and cannot wait any longer.

Bzzz Bzzz

Your eyes widen as you finally get your reply back. You tilt your head in curiosity and feel your heart skip a beat. It is a video. Katsuki sent a fucking video. You bite your lower lip and open the message. There was no other text to accompany it but you already knew what you were in for.

Your breath hitches as the video is straight to the point. You watched his perfectly manicured and clean nails skillfully play with his cock, his large hand almost struggling to wrap around his own length. You hear a small moan and you quickly raise the volume, your heart skipping a beat as you realize that you can hear the erotic noises come from him.

Your hand immediately shoots down to untie your robe, slick already starting to increase and your clit pulsing. You shamelessly moan as your deft fingers stroke at your vulva, your mouth in the shape of an, “o” as you use your fluid to play with your bundle of nerves.

“Shit!” You close your eyes with the image of him stroking his cock deeply ingrained in your mind. The noises he made were enough for you to get off on your own. Your middle finger rubs heavy circles into your clit while your other hand busies itself playing with your nipple, the feeling making you lightly shiver. The sounds of his heavy breathing and the silkiness of his hand rubbing his shaft were driving you crazy, and soon enough your petting wasn’t doing the job. You opt for fingering yourself instead, huffing out a whimper as your fingers barely fill your cunt but make up for it by finding your g-spot at the roof of your pussy.

You weakly open your eyes to watch the screen, your breath growing short and light as you meet your fingering with Katsuki’s stroking hand. Another buzz from your phone makes you sit up a little. Your confused and dazed attention span manages to catch the notification that rolls at the top of the screen.

Bakugo 🤭💕 — 15:45

You better not be finishing yourself off without . . .

You groan in annoyance as you remember why you were even diddling yourself in the first place. You slow your strokes down to properly set up your phone, hastily trying to find a proper angle that shows off your body in its entirety (which wasn’t that hard to do as you were in your bed). You spread your legs for the camera and look into the front camera lens as you insert both fingers into your cunt once again. You tilt your head to the side as you look down at your fingers and work a third finger into yourself.

You moan out his name as you work your right hand's fingers into you, building up to the same pace that you had before with the extra digit inside. “Need you so bad, baby--” You groan, looking back up at the screen. Your left-hand comes up to play with your tits again, the robe that still adorned you slipping off your shoulder as you got closer to your climax.

You whimper, finishing off with your fingers, your eyes looking at your cunt taking in your fingers before glancing back at the camera in lust. You repeated, “fuck” as if in a mantra, your eyes closing and your hips bucking to ride yourself to release. You smile as you slowly take out your fingers, your slick sticking to your fingers and your cunt glistening in juices. Your cunt was puffy and warm with arousal pumping through it and it was clear that you wanted him as bad as he wanted you. You scoot a bit closer to show off your sticky fingers, spreading them for him. You hit stop recording with your clean hand after your finished, wasting no time uploading it into the messenger app.

You

of course not, only for you~

(VIDEO)

[✓] Sent 15:55

As soon as you send it in, a text from him follows. You hop up from your bed as you read, heading back to your bathroom to clean yourself up even though the inevitable would have you in the same state as before.

Bakugo 🤭💕

000-0000 Tokyo-to

Be here in 10 minutes.

[✓] Sent 15:56

Hopefully, your newly scheduled meeting won’t delay his filming.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #pro hero!bakugo katsuki x reader #pro hero!bakugo x reader #bnha oneshots #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha oneshots #mha imagines #mha scenarios #n/sfw #sav's saucin'

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windwardstar · 8 months ago

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Also my nose is so cold.

[Image description: a gif from 101 Dalmatians of a puppy saying, "my tail's froze, and my nose is froze and my ears are froze and my toes are froze. End description]

It should be illegal for an apartment building to just turn off the furnace for the entire building bc it's spring and they decide people don't need hest. Like it's not freezing and like decently warm outside so it's definitely not falling into the "you cannot cuf off heat for people in freezer weahter even if they havent paid their electric/gas bill" but like also... I pay my bills. I should be able to run the heater as much as I want. AND I have "cold makes my limbs hurt syndrome" and have to be wrapped up in socks sweatpants long sleeves and several blankets just to stay comfortable and not in pain is like not cool?? Also the fact that if I do get up my legs and feet freeze anyway. And the solution is just.. turn the heat on but apparently that's not allowed because the building itself decided oh spring is here we can turn the furnace off.

#pretty sure they turned it off on the 15 or 16 bc i dont remember hearing the heater turn on for at least that long #and its definitely not the fuse bc i just flopped the switch and it didnt come back on #and like the thermostat>#is not letting me chsnge it #which is what it was like in the fall when i had to reset the breaker to turn it back on bc it went off over the summer too

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shina913 · 11 months ago

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Cold Snap | CSC

Cold Snap

Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: Established relationship; domestic au; fluff

Warnings: some teasing; allusions to sex

Word count: 1K words

Summary: You wake up and realize that your apartment's heater broke again.

A/N: Just a little something to break my writing drought. Dedicated to my friends, @/roaminginthenights and @/yoongukie-ff who have contributed to my most recent Cheol brainrot. Enjoy!

You wake up slowly, feeling a sudden chill in the air. It was still dark out and you wonder if it's just your imagination or a lingering dream. But when your teeth start to chatter, you realize that the room feels colder than it did when you went to bed.

Despite some upgrades over the years, certain aspects of your old apartment building remained on the 'vintage' side – including the heating system. Recently, your building manager repaired the radiator valves in your unit. They had been malfunctioning when you tried to turn them on during random cool days in the fall.

And because all weather reports in your area warned the public about a record-setting drop in temperatures this season, you needed the heaters to work, most especially on a day like today—the official first day of winter.

You roll over onto your side and interrupt Seungcheol's rhythmic snoring with a nudge.

His drowsiness is replaced by concern when he sees your bottom lip quivering. "What's wrong?"

"Did you turn the heater off?"

He immediately snorts at your accusatory tone. "Me? No, that’s all you, babe."

Seungcheol typically felt cold easily while your internal body temperature ran warmer. You suggested that he get thicker blankets or try sleeping in additional layers of clothing. Instead, he preferred to turn up the thermostat so he could sleep comfortably in his boxers. You, being the more cost-effective-minded half of this relationship, would switch it off in the middle of the night to save money on your energy bill.

However, last night was no joke! You didn’t mind the heater running all night.

"I didn't. It was freezing so I kept it on!"

"Welcome to my world." Before he rolls over to go back to sleep, you grab onto his shirt.

"Can you please check the valve? I think it broke again."

He shakes his head. “That’s impossible. We just got it fixed!”

“Just double-check, please?” You give him your best puppy-eye look, not wanting to leave the warm confines of your blankets.

He sighs and gives a quick nod before getting out of bed.

As soon as he is out of the warm sheets and feels the cold air on his bare chest, he curses under his breath. Before taking another step, he retrieves his hoodie from the nearby chair where he had tossed it the night before.

After putting it on, he makes his way toward the radiator on the other side of the room. He crouches down to inspect the valve.

"Huh. That's weird," he murmurs.

Before you can ask about what he noticed, he stands up and walks into the living room to check the controls there.

A minute later, he returns, visibly frustrated. He picks up his cellphone from the nightstand and makes a call.

“You’re right. It’s broken again,” he huffs, preparing to leave a voicemail for your building manager about the broken heating system in your unit.

There’s something about him taking control like this that turns you on. He stands by his side of the bed, in his boxers and hoodie, with a calm but stern voice.

It was the same voice he used when you permitted him to boss you around in bed. Another chill travels down your spine but not from the cold.

When he hangs up, he reaches for his joggers, which were laid on the same chair he reclaimed his hoodie from, and slips back into bed with you.

“Fucking nightmare,” he grunted. “Too bad it’s the weekend and we can’t get this fixed right away. Guess we’ll have stop by the store to grab a couple of space heaters right when it opens.”

Unfortunately, that wasn’t for another few hours.

As he buries himself deeper into the cozy comfort of your sheets, a shiver runs down his spine due to the draft that envelops your apartment. ”We can’t live like this,” he pouts.

With a mischievous smile playing on your lips, you respond, "You know, there’s another way we can warm up and make the most out of this situation while we wait for the stores to open."

“And what’s that?” He mumbles curiously from under the collar of his hoodie.

You scoot closer to him, wedging one arm between his body and the mattress, and encircle his waist with the other. Then, you gently slide your hand up underneath his hoodie.

“Ahh, your hands feel like ice!” he squeaks in surprise, his body stiffening at the contact.

“Or maybe they’ll warm up quicker if I go this way?” You slide both hands lower, past his waistband to palm his ass cheeks.

"Okay, okay! I get your point!" he half-yelps and chuckles at your mischief.

When his laughter subsides, he asks, "Wouldn't this be more effective with direct skin-on-skin contact? Like...without clothes on?"

The way he catches his lower lip with his teeth and cocks his eyebrow makes your pulse quicken.

You pretend to be ignorant, saying, "Well, I'm no scientist, so I wouldn't really know." You give his cheeks another firm squeeze.

"Well then, we should find out." He moves away slightly from your touch, just enough to remove his hoodie. "You know, for science!"

You suppress a laugh, fully aware of his playful intentions. “And if it doesn't work?”

He kicks off his boxers and pulls you flush against him. “Then I know a foolproof way for us to work up a sweat.”

When he nestles into your neck and begins kissing you, you let out a sigh, melting into him. You barely notice him removing your bottoms.

He hums and pulls your top up and over your head. The moment your bare skin touches his, a wave of sensation rushes through your body, causing you to gasp.

"I mean, if it's for science," you moan in acquiescence.

As his kisses trail down to your breasts, he asks, "Are you warm enough now?"

"Why don't you move a little lower and we'll reassess then?"

He laughs softly against your skin but doesn't object. Instead, he does what he’s told, and you spend the next few hours tangled up in bed until sunrise.

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gaylordscooter · 7 months ago

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Tipping the Balance

When Blue woke up it was three in the morning. The room was sweltering. The one time he decided to sleep over at Dream’s place of course the thermostat decides to stop working correctly.

He could hear the heater on blast. He got up from the bed, accidentally kicking Ink off of it.

“What the hell?!” Ink whispered a shout, pushing himself up from the ground.

Blue refrained from screaming. “What were you doing on my bed? You have your own room,” he whispered back.

Ink’s eyelights darted from side to side mischievously. “I wanted to be there in case you had a nightmare.”

“Why lay down on my legs?!”

“There's not that much room on your bed.”

“Then don't go on it!”

“Y’know, whispering kinda defeats the point when you're being as loud as possible while doing it.”

Blue massaged his nasal bone. He felt like he was talking to a child. “I don't suppose you're the one that messed with the thermostat?”

Ink looked at him like he was crazy. “The thermostat’s normal, dude.”

Blue gestured at the air in the room. “It's hot as hell in here!”

“Oh.”

Blue face-palmed.

“Nah, that's not the heater’s fault. It's not even on right now. The air conditioning’s the thing making all the noise,” Ink pointed out.

Blue tilted his head. “Why’s it so hot then?”

Ink’s expression tightened as he winced. His eyelights switched shapes and colors rapidly as he started thinking. They finally stopped changing once they switched back to his default blue and yellow combination. “Stay here, or actually.” He painted a portal on the ground with his scarf. “Go here.”

He stared through the portal, recognizing the area it led to. “At Cross’s place?”

“Yup!” Ink tried kicking him into it. Only for Blue to stumble over it instead.

He regained his balance and turned to Ink with a frown. “Tell me what's going on,” he demanded.

“Nothing’s happening!” He waved his hands.

“I don’t even need to read your eyelights to know that's a lie.” He crossed his arms.

Ink groaned, rolling his eyelights. “You're so much nosier than the other Blue!”

“And now you're bringing him up! What's your deal, Ink?”

He was sweating. He looked genuinely stressed now, or maybe it was because of the heat. “It's a thing okay!” he blurted.

Blue’s sockets widened. “Thing�� was their way of saying “there's something coming up in a script that I can't change” ergo, they couldn't talk about it because it risked someone else changing it. Regardless, he still asked “Do I get hurt?”

The purple in Ink’s sockets indicated fear. “I don't know.”

“Can you at least tell me who’s involved? And why is it so hot!?”

They heard a loud screech, akin to a hawk. At the same time, the roof of the house was ripped off and blown away as something rose up into the sky.

It looked like a shooting star with two pairs of wings.

It hurt to look at.

“What. Is. That?” Blue asked, using his arm to shield his eye sockets from the blinding light. The temperature in the house immediately dropped as it got further away. He hoped Dream was oka—

“That's Dream,” Ink finally said right as Blue pieced it together.

Blue made eye contact with Ink, looking horrified.

“The balance between positivity and negativity was tipped in his favor,” he muttered.

It sure didn't look like it was doing Dream any favors with how he was basically on fire.

“We have to go.” He pointed at the portal that was still open.

“But—”

“We can't help him! The best we can do is minimize the damages.”

Blue furrowed his brow bones. “Minimize the damages? We’re in the Doodlesphere right now! He can access any universe.”

“Minimize the damages to ourselves! Just come here!” Getting impatient, Ink grabbed Blue by the arms and jumped into the portal with him.

#this takes place after One Year of This So-Called Hell #utmv fic #ink sans #blue(BSsans)

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fairytoge · 2 years ago

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boiler breakdown pt2

notes!!

in terms of warnings... gojo?? geto??? naoya????

i've also had to re-publish this as i used to use the old text editor, and it kept glitching whenever i wanted to go back to it

part oneㅤpart three

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g.satoru

gojo is touchy and loves to tease you. so, when he saw that you were huddling into yourself after he forgets to pay his bills that subsequently caused your boiler to be switched off, he immediately encases you in his embrace and begins teasing you about the shivers wracking your body. however, no matter how much he bullies you and you throw heart-piercing glares at him, gojo does feel his heart tug once he sees just how cold you are and will ultimately scavenge your shared, messy apartment to find a blanket for you two to share. (he will also feel bad about purposefully forgetting to pay the heating bills as a prank)

g.suguru

there is no doubt in my mind that geto would notice that the heating has gone out before you, and would immediately excuse himself from whatever he was doing to check your thermostat or boiler. and once he finds that your heating is out and that there is no chance that it will be fixed before the morning, he would gather all the blankets in your apartment just to drop them on your frame. you, who had been resting on your shared bed watching some tv programme, struggled under the heavy weight before shooting your lover a dirty look: only for him to quickly lay on top of you murmuring something about how he knows you get cold easily.

n.kento

nanami is, once you two are in a comfortable and long-lasting relationship with each other where you basically tell each other every single detail about your lives, someone who will randomly pull you into hugs. though it is usually in the comfort of your own home, it wouldn't be unheard of for nanami to sling his arms around the expanse of your shoulders and hold you like that in public. and, if the heating goes out, don't fret; you're already cuddled up to your lover on your sofa with throws and pillows circling around you. nanami knows things before they even happen and, even though it does slightly freak you out, it's more than welcome when you get to spend more time in his arms.

z.naoya

if you had established a relationship with naoya where you are treated as an equal to him and are respected: congratulations. entertaining this idea, if your heater or boiler did break down, naoya would most likely act like he doesn't notice the harsh shivers that are causing your body to shake when really he does. and when he wordlessly gets up from your sofa and the film you were both watching you just assume that he was going to get a drink or some snacks. it's only a few moments after he left that naoya returns with a velvet throw and drapes the fabric over your body mutely; though he does ensure that you are comfortable and lays a soft kiss upon your forehead. (he also pats the space next to him if you two weren't already close to him, inviting you to snuggle up against him)

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chipped-chimera · 8 months ago

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Hey fishblr, so I've determined I think I have an outbreak of ich - in my introduced tetra. Not entirely sure it's 'stress ich' or ich that gained hold BECAUSE of stress - the spots are slowly increasing in some of the fish but it did not start in the gills like typical ich: I don't see any frequently going for oxygen at the surface.

I've read about running the tank at a warmer temp like 30°C/86°F, but I have a L183 Starlight Bristlenose in there (she's fine, far as I can tell, don't see any 'itchy' behaviour. Also she's covered in spots anyway so it'd be hard to tell) - although I've seen temp values vary wildly, highest I've seen is 28°C/82°F so I am not comfortable running the tank that hot, even for two weeks.

If I do treat it, it'll be the whole tank given the Pleco was sharing the same tank AS these tetra in the first place, just bought a week-ish apart. Problem is this tank also contains Ninja Shrimp and a lot of plants that I don't want to kill. They're just getting established.

Points for it being 'Stress Ich' (if that's real, hard to tell based on my cursory search): Behaviour wise the fish are fine now. Better than fine actually, they've adjusted super fast to the new tank, all out exploring and not always schooling so they clearly feel comfortable (which given they're green neons and everything says they're shy - real good actually). All energetic, not lethargic and probably wouldn't be able to tell they had ich without looking closely at them. Tank also seems bombproof stable with the amount of plants I have, and I have a external temp controlled thermostat monitoring the tank temp along with the internal thermostat of the heater itself so it's running at a constant 25-26°C/77-78°F (switches on at the lower end, shuts off at the upper, and it's a very slow heater on purpose).

Honestly I think they're just happy to be in a tank 3-4 times bigger than the display shoebox they were in with no cover at all. They have a jungle now with lots of microfauna and biofilm to pick at. So it's likely stress of netting/transition. I have been doing tank maint daily, but it's very sparing and I move slow - more to get them used to me messing around in there. Yesterday they followed around my cleaning magnet so I think they're not too fussed.

So uh ... treatment suggestions? I live in Australia btw so some products might not be available for me.

#fishblr #aquablr #planted tank #planted aquarium #green neon tetra #at least I'm pretty sure they're green neons though I'm second guessing #they've got pretty prominent red compared to normal #but definitely have the tip-to-tail neon stripe so idk man #they're happy which is important to me #but if this is actual ich ich I want to get on top of it before it actually gets bad

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mountainmaven · 2 years ago

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Today was good. Much better than yesterday (not that yesterday was "bad" it was just rough).

In less than 24 hours, from overnight Tuesday into Wednesday afternoon we got around 3 feet of snow. It was a lot. My husband wasn't home, so I was handling this on my own. (We knew he wouldn't be here, he was away on business).

I woke up Wed morning to it snowing hard and seeing how much we'd gotten just overnight was already quite shocking. The first thing that happened was our furnace (central heat) was acting weird, and didn't sound right. I checked the thermostat and the temperature in the house was lower than it should be. Well crap. So I turned the heat off but the furnace was still making a weird noise (as if it was starting to come on) - that should have stopped when I turned the heat off.

So I geared up in my snow gear and snow shoes to walk outside to check the intake and exhaust vents of the furnace to make sure they weren't blocked by the snow. Even with the snow shoes it was difficult walking in the snow and I was still sinking down just a little bit. Where the vents are is a very deep snowdrift as it's in a corner of the of the house where 2 exterior walls meet. If I had to guess the snowdrift is between 8 and 10 feet tall so I was really worried about sinking deep down (I did have my phone on me). The vents were not technically blocked but there was a lot of snow and it was getting very close to blocking them, so I still shoveled a bunch of the snow away so it wouldn't become blocked. (I had carried the shovel with me obviously when walking to the vents). Back inside I go and it's still not right. So I turned off the furnace at the switch inside, and left if off for about an hour. The house wasn't too cold yet, and I do have the fireplace, and space heaters if I needed them. So after the hour I turned everything back on and it's been working fine since. Clearly we will need the furnace looked at but at least it's working now (the furnace was maintenanced 2 years ago).

I had kept all the curtains and blinds/shades closed to keep as much of the cold out as possible. But I realized that looking out at the snow falling was not a good idea. At one point it was falling so hard you could see the snow level quickly getting higher and for a few minutes I feared I was actually going to get trapped in the house. But I reassured myself that it would be fine even if that did happen - I had food, water, heat etc. I was fine.

I had to reassure myself a few times yesterday. But the fact that I was able to do that is growth - yay! The snow stopped in the afternoon and the sun came out briefly which did help a little. Then it started snowing again and by this morning we'd gotten just another couple of inches.

Today was sunny and beautiful and no new snow. I was able to clear off the deck almost completely, I started a path from the stairs of the deck to the driveway. And I went next door and helped my neighbor shovel her driveway. Our driveway is getting plowed out by a neighbor with a Tomcat tomorrow (we scheduled it a couple of days ago and he said he'd be able to do it on Friday). So I haven't bothered with doing any of our driveway. Once he clears the driveway I can finish the path from the stairs.

So I feel accomplished, I was productive, I got a good start on clearing snow, and I managed to get through a rough day without freaking out (yesterday). The sun today, and helping (and laughing with) my neighbor was so helpful to my mental health and I'm grateful.

I also learned that the joke of "It's fine, everything's fine, I'm FINE." is actually really helpful to repeat to myself. Even if it starts out as a joke because eventually my brain realizes it's true and that I WILL be fine.

#about me #personal #mountain life #snow #winter

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ramservices1 · 2 years ago

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What are the common problems of Geyser? - Ram Services & Sales

Waking up one fine morning just to realize that your geyser is not working is indeed a bad start of the day. It is a total unpleasant surprise that you wish you had not faced particularly on rainy or winter mornings. Though it is advisable to get Geysers replaced eventually, there are some of the problems that can be fixed without you having to buy a new geyser. Listed below are a few of the common geyser problems and best solutions depending on the complaint.

Overheating/Underheating:

This usually happens due to three main reasons.

Thermostat settings – A problem with the thermostat is one of the most common reasons for overheated water from your taps. This happens when the thermostat has been adjusted to a higher heat range. All you have to do is readjust the temperature setting of thermostat. Even after doing so if you face any trouble, get in touch with Ram Services and Sales for the Geyser Repair and get the thermostat replaced.

Heating Elements – Usually the water we consume has minerals dissolved in them which are non-separable even after the purification process. Now when you heat water these minerals tend to accumulate at the surface of the water tanks or layer up around the water heater elements. In such situations it takes longer for these elements in geyser to heat water. When ignored they usually burn out and stop functioning. The best solution then is to get the sediments cleared or replace the heater elements. A geyser repair service can usually help you clean the remains and even suggest best replacements.

Pressure Relief Valve Damage – There is usually a valve on the top and sometimes on the side of your geyser and any damage to that can usually be a bit problematic. When the water heats up, the excess steam or heat escapes through these valves. If you see that the water from taps is hotter than usual or if you hear the water pressure inside the geyser, switch off the power plug and get help from a plumber immediately. This situation is dangerous if ignored as it can lead to the valve blowing up ultimately injuring someone.

Read More: https://ramservicesandsales.com/2021/07/15/common-problems-of-geyser/

#GeyserInstallation #GeyserServiceCenterNagpur #GeyserServiceinNagpur

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kouros-herc · 2 years ago

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In No Time Flat (Self Para)

[See the One Last Hope series for context]

Herc rifled around the piles of papers on the chairs at his desk. Where had he put it, where had he put it, where had he put it. He mumbled this to himself as he turned things over in his hands. Straightening up, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the frame of his qualification certificates against the back wall.

Nope, ok. Rounding his desk, Herc opened his top draw, still muttering to himsef. Where the hell had he put his wallet? “Xero Mama, Xero. I know, I know, I know.” He spoke to the picture of his parents frame on his desk. How many times had she told him that he had to leave things like that in a consistent place so he always knew where to look for them?

Pulling out his holdall from underneath the desk he began to root through it. The office was full of his stuff - no matter how hard he tried to keep it tidy, there always seemed to be a spare pair of trainers lurking in the corner, or a fleece he’d forgotten to put on before he went home the previous day. Plus folders in piles instead of back in their place on the shelf - because he was seeing that client again tomorrow he still needed it! But eventually, heaping his towel out onto his desk chair - finally perfectly set up so it didn’t give him a crick in his neck, he found his wallet lying at the bottom of the bag.

“Sorry everybody, sorry.” He waved it to the awaiting group as he made his way out into the reception area.

“C’mon Herc, hurry up and let’s go!” Brad was stamping his feet in the cold as the rest of them waited outside the gym. Herc looked back over his shoulder and patted the air as if to tell them all to just be a little patient please!

The gym staff were all gathered outside, layered up in their hats and coats and thick scarves, eager to be off. Phase one of the Christmas do was over, and phase two involved the boss buying the first round. No wonder they were getting impatient.

Reception computer off at the switch. Lights off in the main gym. Check the changing room lights and heaters were off. Check the thermostat hadn’t been messed with. Master switch for the power off.

Prime the alarm. Step outside.

Main lock. Top lock. Bottom lock.

Final wobble to be sure it was locked. Keys in his right hand pocket and zipped up.

Done.

No more did he triple check everything before he left, no more nervously patting his pocket for the keys every fifth second. Now he knew their familiar weight in his pocket. He knew the process so well he could do it in his sleep, and he’d never fucked it up yet - even the few times he’d accidentally left lights or heaters on, the world hadn’t ended, the pavement hadn’t opened up to swallow him whole, nobody had swooped in to tell him he couldn’t run the gym - this had all been some horrible mistake! - and kick him to the kerb.

No... this was his gym.

He turned to look at the rest of his staff. Q had grabbed Merida, they were charging up off the street as soon as he turned around - clearly waiting was a fools errand. Cora was tapping her foot impatiently. Ren seemed to have disappeared already, but no doubt would reappear when they actually got to the bar. Michael was talking Laurel’s ear off, but it was good to see him starting to make friends with other staff members.

“Right c’mon boss, don’t keep thirsty people waiting!” Brad beckoned with his head. “Don’t you know dehydration is bad for a person?”

Herc shook his head with a laugh, walking away from the gym.

“You didn’t actually make it out last year, did you?” Brad asked, falling into step with Herc as they made their way down Main Street.

“No, uh... I-”

“‘Course that was Dan’s leaving do... wasn’t it? Wait!” Brad suddenly stopped, grabbing Herc’s arm, his face splitting into a big smile. “I guess that makes this your anniversary as the boss!”

Hercules blinked. Had it really been that little time? He felt like it could still have been that fateful night. Like maybe Daniel was about to come and catch them up and grab the keys and tell Herc ‘thanks for locking up buddy.’ He felt like he could have blinked and been back there again. But then it felt like an eternity too, like the version of him that had wept in an empty office that night was a man he didn’t even know.

The weight of it all had threatened to crush him that night, yet here he was, pushing through it... but not alone. Sure, he had got them through this year, his first year as the boss... but they had got him through it. The patience when he got things wrong, the shrugs when he had made it to meetings slightly late, the friendly hand on the shoulder when he felt like he was losing the way.

“Cheer up mate, might never happen-” the bouncer snorted, shaking Herc out of his daydream as he inspected his ID.

Maybe it wouldn’t... maybe he wouldn’t run this place into the ground. Maybe, just maybe, he’d make a go of it and not let everyone down.

“Right-” He drummed his hands on the bar countertop, a press of his staff on all sides.

“Who’s having what?”

#feat hot brad #(hey hot brad we love you thanks for being my necessary NPC here)#also To Build a Home coming on while I wrote this #the destiny. the fate. perfetto #(why yes the title is from Zero to Hero)#self para

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