#grats you fell for it

[whumpfish]

Every memorial day I add more and more to my block list.

Empathy for people hurt in wars (spoiler alert: everybody gets hurt in wars) is not the same as justification of wars, of colonialism, of war crimes, of military-industrial complexes.

Yes, I'm an American with an uncle who was hurt in a war. Yes, it was, like all American wars save the Civil and second half of the World War, an unjust war. He got fucking drafted, and he and everyone else in that boat got nothing but PTSD and the cold shoulder from the government at fault for his troubles in the end. And guess what his political affiliation is?

If you said Republican, your ignorant ass is dead wrong. He's not as left as I am, but I'm a fucking anarchocommunist. Not super common among his generation in this country. Want to guess whether he supported that war or supports any wars after it?

If you said "yes," your ignorant ass is dead wrong again.

Fuck yes I respect my uncle. He helped shape my antiwar values and my sense of empathy and we got along great my whole life because we share those values. He is legitimately one of the kindest, gentlest people I've ever met. Unasked for involvement in an unjust war doesn't make him deserving of lifelong night terrors.

He's also a fucking human being. On that level I respect even your ignorant ass, and would feel sorry for and empathize with you if you came away from any life experience with PTSD. Because I have PTSD, and I wouldn't wish this shit on my worst enemy.

And on the subject of enlistment, Google Project 100,000 before you cast judgement even there. You don't have to be a draftee to be forced into participation. Sometimes your circumstances are enough. Also, it may shock some of you to hear but RECRUITERS LIE TO THE PEOPLE THEY GET TO ENLIST.

I hate this country and its government with a passion that burns with the fire of a thousand suns. I think it's fair to say most disabled people do. I don't blame other disabled people for policies that are designed to starve and kill us. I blame the fucking government that made them.

You shouldn't have to be an historian to possess the sense you were born with, but every memorial day, I increasingly find that apparently you do.

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Fated by the Stars (11)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting

(Specific chapter warning- Needle mention)

Summary - You mate with the rest of the pack.

MORE NSFW!!! NO FLIPPING MINORS!!! 18+

Ps. Double Pen.

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My skin screamed as I felt myself boiling from inside out. I was alone in my nest, sweat drenching the area around me. Whimpers falling from my throat, calls for my mates as the heat form more core raged on. Soon I could hear some footsteps coming closer down the stairs to the nesting room. Glancing over slightly, I saw 3 boys enter the room. Felix, Seungmin, And Jeongin all entered the room. Felix making it to me first as he caressed my face from outside the nest. "It our turn to mate our souls with you babe. Just relax, we will take care or you." Once I finally asked them to enter the nest, that when they did.

Jeongin helped lean me up and against him, I was stark naked in front of them. They too had rid themselves of clothes as soon as I gave the okay to enter the nest. Leaning against Jeongin I could feel his hard on rub against my back. This was all I needed to ignite more heat as slick cascaded out of my cunt. Felix and Seungmin sat before me, smiling down at me in my naked beauty. "Please betas touch me." I cried as fresh tears fell from my eyes. Seungmin quickly wiped them away. "No crying sweet cakes, We will calm the storm for you don't worry." Felix smiled and finished Minnies words by saying "Yeah, don't worry darling, we got you." Soon they both were devouring a breast. Seungmin was more focused on licking around the breast, occasionally focusing on the bud. Every now and then he would nip it. Felix was more intent on sucking every where he could, leaving hickeys on some of the skin while sucking the life out of my bud otherwise.

I moaned out as their mouths brought pleasure to my body again, this simmered down the some of the heat. Allowing me a moment of clear thoughts, all I could think of however is how loved I felt. It was so nice to be able to experience a mating/heat ritual where I too was given pleasure. Sang-jun never cared for me, only wanting to focus on his pleasure. My omega was so happy to finally be pampered and pleased during my heat. Even if it was a forced heat. Jeongin's tongue lapped up around my two still fresh mate marks. Barely touching one would send full body chills through me, however these were not anything but pleasureful chills. I knew if I was standing and one of them touched a mark, I would be on my knees within the next second.

Suddenly I felt Jeongins hand travel from my hip down to my heat as one digit slid in through my folds. This elicited a long moan from me as I was finally getting a taste of feeling full. Soon there were three fingers pumping in and out of me, and Seungmin had moved from my breast down to my heat. His tongue cleaning me up while Jeongin continued his ministrations. This allowed Felix access to both boobs as he stared up at me. Watching as I melted into all the pleasure I was receiving.

After a few more minutes of this, Seungmin moved away from my cunt. Pulling out a familiar paper bag, he was quickly with prepping the syringe and sticking the needle into my skin. He then ran off to discard of the needle and medication for later. Quickly returning to me and the others. When he returned, Jeongin pulled his fingers from my greedy hole. Now helping to hold open my legs as Seungmin began to position himself in front of me. I smiled and grabbed him by the hips. Without a second thought I pulled him close as strongly as I could. This forced him inside of me very quickly, as my head fell back into a loud moan. Pleasure radiating throughout my body, looking back I could see the two betas smirking at me. Seungmin was quick to begin pumping in and out of me at a relatively good pace.

But this pace was simply not enough, I wanted instantly gratifying from each of my mates. Now that my omega was getting the mating she wanted, all she whined for was their bites to seal us together forever. Seungmins paced picked up, as if he could read my mind. "Please Beta, need to be filled and bitten. Want your cum and your mark." This made him growl as he agreed with me. "Gonna give mega that mark and fill her up so well. Suddenly I felt my body lift as another cock lined up to the same hole. "Think you could take two of us mega?" I melted at the idea of being stretched by two of my mates.

Jeongin began to enter slowly with my nodding of approval. The stretch was burning but not in a bad way. Once full seated both boy began to pump in and out opposite of each other. I was never not full. The feeling had me melting, losing all control of myself as the pleasure became almost too much. Soon they were getting the hang of the pace and began to pick up speed as now they could both begin chasing their highs. I could tell this experience for them was just as pleasureful as they moan out to me how tight I was. Their moans echoing each other as I did not take long for both of them to reach a climax, Seungmin firsthand Jeongin following. However before Seunmgin marked me, He made sure to pull out so Jeongin's knot would not damage me since he was also inside.

When Jeongin fully knotted inside, he was quick to bite down on the open skin right below next to Minhos fresh mark. Our souls tying themselves together quickly. Pulling back he lapped up the wound and took in his work. Seungmin took this opportunity to bite down on to me, right below Jeongins mark. I knew just what the boys had planned now. It seemed as if they were going to decorate my neck and shoulders with marks. They would line down the side of my neck with the last mark being right before the sphere of my shoulder.

I quickly pulled Seungmin closer as I came down from my high, biting on to the same spot I had been marking all the boys. Right in the corner between their neck and shoulder. As I cleaned his wound, I could feel Jeongins knot deflating. So I turned around once safe and gave Jeongin my own mark.

I basked as the two knew bonds caressed my weak soul. It was then that I remember the other mate in the room. My body was wobbly as I crawled over to him. "Beta gonna mate with 'mega?" I looked up at him, his smiled softening at me. "Yes 'mega. Beta gonna show 'mega all the love she deserves and then tie us together for life." I whined at this as he helped position me to lay back in the nest. Slowly entering me and continuing with a similar pace of pumping in and out.

Usually my omega would scream and cry for more movement, wanting to have my back broken and full of their pups. However she knew to enjoy this moment, as her beta wanted to show her his version of love. This no longer became a heat induced fucking with hard love mating. Now it was love making, this was falling in love with each over all over again. Nothing but pure adoration for one and other as we slowly began to climb up to our climaxes.

In only a few more minutes of slow pumping and making out, we would finally both climax. Biting down on each others necks as we left our mating mark. Our souls intertwining together in a lifelong bond. I felt love from all 5 of the mates I had fully bonded with now.

Nothing could come between us anymore, our love forever eternal. Felix's mark was of coursed placed right next to Seungmin, decorating the part of my shoulder that sat closest to the corner of my neck. Felix had picked me up and placed me in his lap, holding me close in a loving hug.

From our position I could all my marks in the mirror across the way. One side of my neck now being heavily decorated while the other side had only the pack alphas mark right now.

Soon I was being pulled up and carried into the bathroom, second later being placed in a warm tub. Jeongin and Seungmin both helped wash me from he outside. While Felix went to remove the now dirty towels from the base of the nest. They knew that the pillows, blankets and furs would now also be dirty. However they would not be able to clean them until my heat ended. if they were to remove the scents or change my nest in any way, it could send my omega into a frenzy. It would be as if I was suffering from a panic attack, except it would take a lot more than simple breathing exercises or similar to bring me down from this frenzy.

Jeongin focused on my hair while Seungmin washed my skin. The massage was great and son they were able to lull me into a slumber as the earlier activities began to put me into energy debt.

When I woke up again, I was back in the nest which now had fresh clean towel under me. They were using a scentless fabric cleaner so that even with the towels, the only scents in my nest would be the boys. I could feel the heat on my skin still, however I still had sometime before I would need another knot. My head being in a clear spot and I could feel my stomach screaming for food.

I whimpered and called out for the pack alpha or his second in command. Hoping one of them would be home and could bring me what I wanted. It wasn't long before I heard two sets of feet running down to me. The door swinging open quickly as worried faces ran over. "What is it baby? is something hurting? what do you need?" They asked me, worry being the most prominent in their tones.

I smiled at them both, which seemed to calm their nerves just slightly. "I'm just hungry Alphas, finally have a break and wanted to eat some meat please." The mid heat cravings were definitely hitting me now. These cravings would last even a few days after a omegan heat. So surely the boys were prepared to make whatever I needed. Minho was quickly nodding as Chan asked me what else I wanted. "All I know is I want something meaty please and some cuddles of course." They both chuckled before Minho spoke this time.

"How about I make a delicious beef soup with rice, while Chan Hyung cuddles you down here with a movie?" I agreed quickly, turning to chan who was smiling down at me. Minho scurried off to make the soup while I watched Chan go pick me out a Disney movie to turn on.

We decided on the princess and the frog, once it was going he was then running back to the nest. I snuggled in close as he held me in his arms. This was just a soft moment for us. When I asked him about the others he told me that most of them had to run off to work to handle some small problems but would be back soon. He even told me how Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung were itching to finally get their chance with me.

This had me smiling wide as I could almost feel the love they had for me then. I couldn't wait to finally adorn all 8 marks. Glancing up at the mark I left on chan, I saw how nicely it was healing. However I did feel a small ounce of insecurity as I asked. "Do you like my mark?" Something about the mark had me feeling as if I hadn't done it good enough. Now causing me to worry that maybe he didnt like it. It was a random irrationally thought I had, so I had to ask. Hoping whatever he said would fix my brain for the moment.

Chan gasped as he looked at me, "Honey I can feel your worry, Im sure the others are also feeling it. So please take a breath. We all love and adore your mark, it makes us feel even more handsome than we could ever be. Now that we are finally able to show off the mating mark you left us. Whats even better is now we can feel you emotions, we even have heightened senses when it comes to you. So now we can protect your better than ever before. Sang-jun will never be able to get to you again now that we have these beautiful marks.

I smiled and thanked chan for telling me and I quickly snuggled back in and watched the movie. Around the scene where Tiana and Naveen were meeting Mama Odie, this is when Minho returned with my lunch, or dinner? I don't know what time of day it is, I just know I wanted to cuddle my alphas and eat a delicious meal.

Minho sat next to me in the nest, while Chan helped sit me up to eat. Minho began to feed me, he carefully made sure I had meat, soup, and rice in every bite. The flavors were exactly what I wanted, perfectly calming the cravings I was having. I smiled as I was fed more and more, it took only a few minutes for me to have finished the meal. Now that I was full, I could finally snuggle with both my alphas while we continued to watch the movie.

Somewhere near the ending, I fell asleep again. Unfortunately it felt like only a few minutes into the well deserved nap that I was awoken. Another wave of scorching heat falling over my skin, while the need for pleasure began to increase. Desire and Pain danced together once again as my 'mega cried for her last 3 mates. She wanted nothing more than to complete the bond.

She ached for the alpha and two betas, desiring there mating marks more than anything. When I fully woke up from the nap now completely submissive to the heat, there they stood around my nest. Each one of them was stark naked kneeling around the nest waiting for me. Changbin was the first to speak up. "Good Afternoon little 'mega, did you have a good nap sweetheart?" I nodded whimpering. Hyunjin then spoke. "We heard you crying for us little one, let us help you relax again. Allow us to simmer down your heat and mark you with us forever." At their words I could already feel the slick begin to run down between my legs.

I asked them to enter the nest, while making grabby hands for the lead Beta. Hyunjin smiled and pulled me close. "Oh you poor little 'mega. don't fret now sweet thing. Alpha will take care of you first then you are all ours." He said as Jisung came closer with a wide smile plastered on his face. Both betas crawled behind me, a hand on each of my breast as they massaged them. Changbin smirked in front of me before leaning down to my aching cunt. He licked around the edges before beginning to pump a few fingers in and out of me. After all the cock I had taken recently, I was still more than ready to take another without worry. It seems Changbin could tell as he easily slipped in a few more fingers.

His attack on my needy cunt was not finished however as his tongue continued to search my hot cavern of love. As I melted under his pure unadulterated love, I could see him smirking looking back up at me.

Finally he decided it was time, coming up to my face and kissing me deeply as he slowly thrust in. I cried out as my senses were once again filled with love, lust, and desire. He caressed my face while setting his pace with my cunt. I could see all the love he had for me in his eyes.

I felt the other two begin to kiss along my neck, careful to not touch my still fresh mating marks. I'm sure they knew that by now that any touch on a mark would have me cumming instantly. My attention was pulled back by Changbin as his pace picked up and his growls grew. "My perfect little 'mega. So ready to be filled with all of our cum. So ready to be pregnant with our pups." When he said this I realized they hadn't given me my medicine. I looked to Hyunjin with worry. He smiled, "don't worry omega, we gave it to you when you first called for us. You were still napping then." I nodded and returned to melting with every thrust.

Without that worry I was free to indulge myself and enjoy everything they gave me. Suddenly I felt Jisungs fingers on my clit as he began to rub it back and forth. My back arched at the profound pleasure that racked my body as I hit my high. My canines elongated as I bit down into the corner of Changbins neck. This caused him to quit knot and blow his load as he bit down right under Chans mark, just like how Jeongin had done under Minho's. The feeling of our souls connecting by the forever red rope through me into another climax.

When Changbin pulled back after cleaning the wound, Hyunjin moved my face to look at him. He pulled me into a sensual deep kiss. Jisung had his hands all over my front as they continued to please me while we waited for Changbin's knot to deflate. Once he was back to normal, he slowly pulled out as his cum followed quickly after. Jisung quickly replaced him thrusting in slowly while saying. "Can't let any of that escape now can we?" A smirk plastered to his face. HYunjin pulled back and spoke as well. "We heard you took two cocks pretty nicely yesterday pup, think you could do that again? We want nothing more right now than to bond with you for life." I nodded quickly whimpering out. "Yes please, fill me up with both Beta's cocks, wanna be good 'mega for you both. Wanna bond so badly." A few tears followed quickly after my last words. Jisung began to thrust slowly as he licked up my tears, Hyunjin lining up at my entrance while Jisung spoke. "Don't you cry omega, we will give you exactly what you want. Such a good pretty perfect omega for the pack."

Suddenly HyunJin was thrusting in, stretching me out. The familiar burn bringing more pleasure to my body. I was slowly become dick drunk. With how satisfied I had been back to back, it was not unnatural to become a moaning whiney mess of an omega. This seemed to help the boys reach closer and closer to their highs. Suddenly everything stopped as they slowly turned me around, now my back to Jisung and front to Hyunjin. "I'm claiming your first omega, it's only right as the lead beta here." He smirked and suddenly came causing me to climb as well. He bit down right under Changbin as I found the corner of his neck leaving my own mark.

With another beautiful loving bond in place, there was only one more to complete before our pack status would forever be tied together. Hyunjin pulled out after cleaning my mark, allowing me to turn and face Jisung who was still thrusting. I was already ready to leave a mark on him so I did so. Just that was enough to have him melting as he too came, filling my cunt with more semen while biting down right under Hyunjins mark. His bite finally completed the pack bond, with this I felt like a warm invisible blanket wrapped around me. I finally felt all the love they had, I could feel all of their emotions as if it was mine.

We were finally all connected in a way unlike any other. I should thank the stars and gods above for allowing me to find such a loving pack. Thank them for leading me into the arms of my soulmates. I went from a pitiful weak omega that feared any alpha in a 20ft vicinity to being loved by a pack of 4 alphas and 4 betas. This was my growth story, this was my fate. I could only pray to the moon goddess that nothing would come to harm my pack or I. But how good is a prayer when your ex pack is more than insane?

I felt myself fall asleep again, the three newly mated boys surrounding me as we slept off the energy loss.

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[sugardonutslutholes]

I am officially 21 years old today!!!!🎉🎉🎉 I mostly feel like nothing changed but i fell kinda weired at the same time my birthdays always make me feel relly out of touch with reality so it would be grat if people could send me small tasks to do to help me stop trying to use my brain! Please and thank you!!

[tyo-mimt]

4/36. @tmnt-event-blog

For the first time, Casey Junior experiences snow.

(a/n: this is where i begin to encounter the problem that is tumblr's lack of colour options)

"Sensei!"

Right, he was leading an expedition.

"Master Michelangelo!"

Patrol...

"Donatello!"

Was not to be disturbed for a while...

"Uncle Raph!"

The large snapping turtle came bounding toward him in large strides, stopping just short of bumping into Casey. "CJ! What happened?"

The boy grabbed ahold of his hand, walking toward the entrance of the base. "There's something out there... It's falling out of the sky..."

"Rain?"

"No, it's like... It's like ash, but white and cold," Uncle Raph's eyes widened at the explanation; Casey jumped on that, "You know what it is?"

"CJ!" He called out, wering a toothy smile, "It's snow!"

"Uncle Raph might..." He took ahold of the boy's hand, running toward the exit in large strides. There it was, the white fluffy substance littering the ground. Turning to the turtle, his concern shifted to glee. He started laughing, wearing a child-like expression as he hopped into the piles.

Snow... The boy mentally echoed the word, immediately being pulled over. He fell face-first in the white fluff, expecting to breathe in a rancid smell or feel something that burned; his skin instead felt cold and tingly. And not the kind he'd usually feel when there was an unpleasantly tenacious draft. It was nice, and the large smile on his uncle's face made it all the more magical.

Pushing himself onto his palms, he matched his uncle's laughter as he moved over to his back. Knowing what it was, it didn't feel as scary as he thought it would.

"I guess Uncle Raph's never told you about it."

"No one has told me about it!"

"Hehe, I hear someone's having a good time." Casey shot up to watch Commander O'Neil strut out from the entrance, Donatello trailing behind her.

"Donnie making a wrong guess? Don't make too many of those, we still need that big brain of yours," She teased, grabbing Donnie by the arm and dragging him into the open air.

"Aw, I knew I predicted the surprise too late!"

"You knew about this?"

He nearly fell, retorting by gathering up a ball of snow. He threw it in her face, and Casey could only watch and laugh as Commander O'Neil chased the softshell around with an even bigger wad of snow.

"No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place."

His head snapped to the other side as he watched Madter Michelangelo return, two other patrollers trailing behind. "Seeing this snowfall brings me back, it's good to see it again..."

Unceremoniously (and unexpectedly), the box turtle leaned back and fell down into the snow. His arms and legs flailed in a controlled motion in the ground, creating a small outline where snow was pushed aside (A snow angel, as Uncle Raph off-handedly pointed out).

"Aww, everyone's started the party without me?"

The chorus of footsteps through the thick snow grabbed Casey's split attention once more. Sensei returned, and judging by the look on his face and the load of wrapped resources he carried upon his shouders, the expedition must've gone well.

"Not our fault you came so late," Michelangelo teased, sitting up from the small pit he made for himself.

"But you came at the perfect time," Uncle added. Sensei handed his load to one of the survivors as they headed inside, some of the older stragglers talking among themselves about this phenomenon.

Just as the slider took a step forward, a ball of snow was thrown in his direction. Comically, he exhaled as snow fell onto the ground.

"Aww, Nardo!" Donatello called out, as if annoyed that he got in the way of his actual target.

"Hey! I'm the one with a face full of snow!" Sensei argued. Even then, there was that large playful grin on his face. He lowered himself to gather up a ball, and now two were chasing Donatello around.

It was all so childlike, harkening back to an age Casey never experienced. One he might never have experienced. He got lucky... It was sad to think about, but he was grateful he was even able to experience it.

[salty-lemon-shark-from-the-sea]

Maya and the three (Skull & Bone x Reader) Incorrect quotes

Bone: (Reader) you love me, right?

(Reader): Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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(Reader): You have to apologize to them Skull.

Skull: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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(Reader): Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Bone: AS ENEMIES?!

(Reader):

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(Reader): Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Skull: Marry me.

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Bone: Fight me!

(Reader): *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*

(Reader): Fight me for the rest of our lives.

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(Reader): *Holds a sign that says “Prom?” outside Skull’s window*

Bone: Oh my god, Yes!

(Reader): *Yelling up* No, tell Skull!

Bone: Skull! I’m going to prom with your lover!

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Bone: *pretending to joke* So when are you going to go out with me?

(Reader): I don’t know. When are you going to ask me to?

Skull: And you just ran away?!

Bone: I didn’t expect them to flirt back!

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Skull: We have a problem.

(Reader): No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

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Xtabay: Truth or dare?

(Reader): Truth!

Xtabay: Do you-

Skull: I dare you to kiss me.

(Reader): *kisses Skull*

Xtabay, to Bone: They said “truth”, right?

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Acat: Ooh, somebody has a crush.

Bone: Pfft, I don’t have a crush in (Reader) I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

Bone, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Skull, holding a rock: (Reader) just gave this rock to me and said “I feel like you deserve the moon, but all I can give you is a rock”.

Bone: If you don’t marry them, I will.

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(Reader): Where are you going?

Bone: To get OURSELVES a gift!

Skull: Cause somebody didn’t get us one!

Camazotz, knowing full well that (Reader) got Skull and Bone engagement rings: *eating popcorn*

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Hura: *finds a note* Hmm, what's this?

(Reader): Hey, that's mine! *trys to grab it*

Can *grunting*: Aww, it's a love note for Skull and Bone.

(Reader): No-

Can: *opens it*

Can:

Hura:

(Reader):

Hura: We can't read this.

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Bone: Well, remember when (Reader) made a romantic dinner for me?

Skull: Bone, they microwaved you a pizza.

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(Reader): Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication.

Skull: It's my turn to cuddle (Reader).

Bone: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT!

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Bone: Did (Reader) just tell us they loved us for the first time?

Cipactli: Yeah, they did.

Skull: And did we just do finger guns back?

Cipactli: Yeah, you did.

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Chivo: So, how long have you and (Reader) been together?

Skull and Bone: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. (Reader) and us are not together. No. No.

Chivo: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?

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Lord Mictlan: Did you take out (Reader) as I requested?

Skull: (Reader) has been taken out, yes.

Lord Mictlan: You have my grat-

Bone: It was a great restaurant.

Skull: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Bone: (Reader) proposed afterward- we’re filing the wedding papers.

[sheep33hallow]

Please ignore the Milkshakes in my Yard(BakuDeku)

Tags: aroace!bakugou, aromantic!Deku, queer platonic relationship, daily life

Rating: T

Wrote this in 2018.

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The food in front of him was so boring. Bakugou groaned and rubbed his eyes as his head fell back against the seat. He was beyond tired of eating the same crap over and over again. Yes, it was healthy, and yes, he was gratful to have food in his home, but by All Might was he just tired of having to eat in general sometimes.

He knows as a human he could survive on water for a while, but as a hero, he needed all the carbs to fight these assholes on a daily basis. A whine caught his attention and he turned to look at his Shiba Inu, Cocoa, as she was happily eating her meal. He always tries to give her variety in meals, but never puts the same effort into his own. With one more groan, he shoved himself away from the table and put the plate into the fridge.

He would call Deku to bring him dinner since they were technically "dating", but he was out with one of his sex friends for the night.

He looked at Cocoa, who was done eating and decided that she could use a piss break now. Kirishima runs a dessert food truck in his spare time and he makes really amazing milkshakes. So this would be a win-win for him and his dog. He grabbed a Deku themed hoodie on his bed and Cocoa's body leash and headed for the park.

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As he was nearing the park, his thoughts started to wander where they usually do, but with less frequency as he gets older, which are people being so openly affectionate with their partners. Even at the age of 32, and with complete understanding of the concept, he always finds romantic relationships so exhuasting. Like he knows he is a hypocrite because Deku and him still argue over dumb shit every now and again, but they aren't romantically involved. Just like a step above best friends, which makes Kirishima happy, since he will always be Bakugou's main bestie.

He rolls his eyes at the thought of the red head. A couple years ago, he adopted twins with Denki, who was another asexual, but wasn't aromantic which meant he was always seeing those idiots being affectionate.

It took him a while to figure out his own shit of being aromantic and asexual. He remembers scrubbing his body so hard in the showers after the first few times of sharing his body fluids with another human. He still shivers at the thoughts of the germs he allowed to touch him. He still makes Deku rinse his mouth out with mouthwash after coming back from his fuck dates before kissing him hello.

Cocoa brings him out of his thoughts with a happy bark of seeing Kirishima wave at them.

"Sup bro" Kirishima says with a grin and he gets out of the truck to pet Cocoa. "Hello to you too girl, want this treat?" He looks at Bakugou for permisson. He nods. He hands it to her.

"So what brings you out here so late and I just saw Deku with Camie like an hour ago"

Of course he would blow some steam with that freak in the sheets. "I was too lazy to cook. You got any new milkshakes?"

He stands up. "Oh yeah. We have a new one with dark chocolate, almond milk and peanut butter. I know you aren't a fan of dark chocolate though."

"Tsk, it's fine. I just want to have something easy that I can sleep to"

He smiles wide. "Only the best for my bro!" He hurries back to the truck and Bakugou goes sit on one of the tables while he waits.

Cocoa puts her head in his lap as he scrolls through he phone to look at dog rain coats and boots. He's only had her for six months and wants her to be prepared for all types of weather. Deku calls her spoiled and so the fuck what if she is. He got a fuck ton of money saved up and Deku bought her a christmas sweater last week, so he can shut the fuck up.

He checks throught the hero themed section on the website and doesn't see his hero themed coat but he see's a Red Riot one. He pinches the skin between his eyes at the thought of his dog with an R on her back.

He adds it to the cart anyways.

"Hey Bakugou!" He looks up and sees Kirishima's arm extended out of the trucks window. He gets up and gives the cash to the cashier before taking the drink from Kirishima. He watches as Bakugou tastes it and he gets a thumbs up in return.

Bakugou beings to walk away. "Bakugou!" He turns around. "Come over tomorrow. The twins have been asking about you and Cocoa and even Deku if he can spare the time." Bakugou turns back in the direction of his home, but gives another thumbs up. He hears a 'fuck yeah' and smiles. Kirishima is definitely his true bestie.

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When he wakes up in the morning, he hears music playing softly. He digs his faces deeper in the the pillow and sighs. He is not in the mood to patrol today, but Deku is off today, so dinner will be ready when or if he returns home at a reasonable time.

"Shhhh, Cocoa" He hears Deku, but it's too late. She already know he is awake and is scatching at the bedroom door.

"It's fine" He rolls onto his back and sees Deku opening the door for Cocoa. She jumps onto the bed and he gives her the love she wants.

Deku is in a pair of sweats and no tank top and smells freshly washed. Even though he doesn't find Deku sexy, he sure as hell is aesthetically pleasing to look at. Scars all over his body, an undercut and those cute ass green eyes.

Deku moves closer and squat down nexts to the bed. "Good morning" He kisses Bakugou's cheek.

"Morning" He yawns. "You have a good night?"

He smirks. "Yeah, I did, but guess who I was thinking of as I was fucking her?"

He laughs. "All Might? Since you seem to get a boner for blondes."

"Nope, but close. He is just as charming as him."

He sits up and kisses Deku on the lips. "I bet. You gunna fed him breakfast before he leaves for patrol then."

He pretends to think about it. "I will, but it's only because the dog add to his cuteness." He press another kiss to Bakugou's forehead and heads back to the kitchen.

He watches Deku walk away and thinks about how he can make this day go by a bit faster so he can return home to his little family. He pets Cocoa one more time and heads to the shower.

He has people to save.

AO3

[tparker48]

so what kind of things you wont do I know i not much because of the type of content you do but I would like to know things that are a no go. I saume one of them is fandoms like transformers or what else you don't do. Oh and because you said I can request more then once this month ill request a story ill liment myself to one a month to not over request story's fell free to tell me to stop at any time.

P.S I hope your having a grat day and i would rilly help if you say what you are willing and not willing to do I just want to be respectful to you and not ask anything you might not be ok with

Heya tytv, thank you for the question^^. Let's see, as far as limits go, the only one I won't do is gore. Can't really see myself doing it. However for the rest of the stuff, I am open to anything. Keeping an opem mimd to the rest usually help me when it comes types of scenarios. Granted their are a few that I'm adapting too, some them you'll see in the upcoming stories ahead.

I hope this helps ease your question, I appreciate you asking asking about it. And you are more than free to ask for more request as much as you like, they'll just be slightly farther apart if there's other requests in the process.^^ ❤

[druidx]

Finally got enough motivation to get back to a novel I had drafted and then fell out of love with! I’m actually excited to tackle it this time around, so do you have any words of wisdom for someone who burns out quickly?

Hey! 'Grats!

Okay, let's see now. These are some things that have worked for me:

Regular breaks. There's a quote that says something like 90% of writing a novel is thinking. Make sure you give yourself plenty of breathing room to refill the creative well. And by 'breathing room' I mean a few days not a few hours.

Treat each chapter/ section like a short story. I find focusing on a bit at a time with breaks in between stops me from getting overwhelmed or burning out.

Snacks! Gotta keep your brain fed with healthy snacks like nuts, dried fruit, and jerky. Make sure it's protein-based or complex carbs to avoid sugar crashes.

Be gentle with yourself. No berating yourself for not meeting some far-flung goal. No pushing yourself too hard, take it slow and steady. You'll get there, I promise.

I hope some of those ideas help.

You got this, I know you do 🧡️ Good luck! Happy wording!

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[stay-xen]

Project: Eden's Garden

since i've seen several people post their opinions regarding the new danganronpa fangame's cast, why not join in since i finished the prologue?

spoilers for the prologue and predictions up ahead!

Damon Maitsu First of all, making the protagonist the ultimate debater is a really clever idea to make him lead the trials. also he's such a dick. i love him. he reminds me of early chapters byakuya and i want him to realise that he needs to trust the others to stay alive. very interesting approach for a protagonist imo

Eva Tsunaka My girl, i already love her. i feel like she'll make a grat 'rival' character, especially with her talent and animal motif. although wolfie might be the rival? not sure about it yet. i do believe that she will be alive for a while, maybe even sacrificing herself for the group in the end

Desmond Hall I trust him with my life. He has a SHARK motif, of course i'm going to trust him. he seems like such a good boy so i assume that he will become a victim sooner or later. if he ends up being a blackened i WILL cry

Eloise Taulner I am going to protect her with everything i have. very shy and anxious, i assume she will find strength eventually and become more confident, possible after losing somebody close to her? swan motif is very sweet for her :c

Toshiko Kayura My daughter is definitely compensating for being young, trying to be more mature than she is. i adore her getting flustered when called out, i hope that she will survive. she's a baby so pleaaase

Wenona step on me. i don't trust her, at all. she seems like a mirror for Damon, so my current guess is that she might become a blackened (or victim, either way i think it might involve cassidy)

Ulysses Wilhelm My useless son, i love him. he's so smart yet so dumb. please stay safe. current guess is first victim, sadly. idk he hasn't really done much yet :C

Mark Berskii I ADORE HIM i love his design and his attitude. "call the fire brigade, Grace" hasn't left my mind yet. such a simple line, yet i love him. strong connection to Jet already, i assume Mark will be a survivor that gets drive after Jet dies?

Diana Venicia Oh i wish i could trust you, love. something about her talent having to do with make up (covering up/identies, etc) and the chameleon motiv really makes me worry about her. i don't think she's the mastermind, but i believe she might be a blackened. maybe first chapter even?

Wolfang Akire i do not trust you but i will forgive you everything you do. this man has me in a chokehold and i'm not complaining. there's something about him being a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' i KNOW it and i can't wait to see it. his extreme sense of justice in the mock class trial was very interesting to see and i assume it will only be more extreme in actual trials. potential rival, i fear he will not survive. maybe a blackened, having to go against his principals for a certain motive? he's so polite though, especially to Eloise :c

Kai Monteago My fail son, my wet paper back, my beautiful butterfly. i saw him and fell in love, i can't wait to see more of this idiot. although i hope for character development, my current feeling is that he is going to die :c yet at the same time i can see him be a survivor (like hiro, souda being the clueless one, although i know they're not following the usual scheme)

Jett Dawson I've had this wolf for like 4 hours but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in this academy and then myself. SO precious, SO dumb, i can't wait to see him get closer to Mark and ultimately get my heart broken. Current guess: victim

Ingrid Grimwall awooga. strong woman yes. on a serious note, i like that she's rather feminine and still strong, but i haven't seen enough of her yet to form a proper opinion :c could see it go either way with her tbh

Grace Madison soybean. i adore her, she doesn't have a single braincell and is currently trying to steal Wolfgang's. a real one for trying to fight back AND being able to actually get the jump on Tozu. No high hopes for survival though ngl :c

Jean Delamer If he ends up being a blackened, i'll be sad. he seems like such a nice guy, very safe, very brrr. also a whole ass dragon motif??? how cool is that??? he really feels like a safe space for the group, both mentally and physically so i hope we get to see a lot of him!

Cassidy Amber The only valid rich person. LOVE the spiderweb clothes. wouldn't be surprised if she kills Wenona or dies trying lmao. not the smartest tool in the shed but i love gaming references so i'm more than happy. it IS a stepladder.

Tozu Why is he hot. he's not supposed to be hot i hate it here (/s). didn't expect him to look like this but i am more than happy with the design. please show me more of him

Mara WHO ARE YOU i wanna see you more and talk to her and aaaaa she's mysterious OwO

[whumpfish]

Some of you don't know your fucking history and it shows

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Locked In, Walking Out

Part: 1

F!Reader X Max ~Yandere Prisoner OC

His info: ��💌⛓

Part: 1 2

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, DARK FIC Yandere, reader has a vagina, not too defenseless reader, Imprisonment (not of mc) shock collars(not on mc), swearing, cat calling, corrupted systems, teasing, pet names (sweetheart, dollface, princess, doll), sa NON-CON not from mc, a gross man-pig assaults reader, hurt no comfort, blood, dissociation

!!MINORS DNI!!

Author’s note: sorry if my bad mood comes across in this one…

You work as a junior prison guard at Locke West Maximum Security Penitentiary.

You were given a huge bonus, better health benefits, and a fat raise when you were reassigned here.

You couldn’t say no.

Besides, what could possibly go wrong at the nation’s most secure prison…

Made so secure, just to hold the nation’s most dangerous criminals…

They’re forced to have shock collars on, so it’s not like they can do anything, right?

Day 1~

“New blood eh? You must’ve done a good job to get transferred here. Grats.” The senior guard called “Nills”, spoke a little too monotone for that to be a genuine congratulations, but you take it.

“Thanks sir,” you reply enthusiastically.

He looked you over, and smiled, while leaning in closer, “You might not last long here, sweetheart,”

Another guard walked in, and your senior backed up.

This Junior guard was to be your tour guide, and as she began, you noticed she used a similar monotone voice.

“This is the employee lounge,” her voice drew out. “This is the locker room, and where you’ll be changing—” If you could fall asleep while walking this would be the time you did. “This is the— This is where—” UHG! you aren’t even paying attention. Pay attention…

Now you’re only focusing on trying to re-focus!

“BZZZZZZZT”

You were jolted back to the present as heavy doors buzzed open for you both. You were suddenly excited, now you get to see the prisoners, and experience what your new job has to offer…

“Hey honey! Bend over for me, won’t cha?!” a prisoner in his locked cell heckled you. You realized you hadn’t been asked to change into your uniform, so you were still in your nice clothes.

You wore a short dress (no matter how you think you look, you pull it off perfectly), nice enough to impress your boss, but definitely too sexy for depraved men who are locked in cells.

“Oh yeah… That happens, regardless of if we’re in our uniforms or not. Ya get used to it, trust me.” She rolled her eyes and buzzed his collar.

“ARRRRRRRG!! You jealous BITCH!” he spat, as he fell to the ground.

You kept up with her, instead of sticking around that cell.

“This is their canteen,” She was back to her boring tour voice, but this time you managed to listen, being more alert with your surroundings around these men.

Towards the end of a less crowded cell block, you noticed a rather large cell coming up… “What’s that for?”

“That’s Max’s cell. His people pay off the prison for his comfort,” She said plainly.

“What?! that’s a thing?!” you exclaimed.

Prisoners shouldn’t be “comfortable”! you thought.

“Yeah, prisons, and wardens like money. They pay well enough, and Max stays out of our way.”

“Who is this, Max?”

“You know… The Aristandros family… You seriously don’t know?” She looked shocked. “Maxwell Aristandros. The head of the family that controls over half of the nations resources…”

“Wait… If he’s that important to the nation… Why the hell’s he in here?” you ask, stunned.

She shrugs “Maybe he’ll tell you. His is the only confidential case here. None of us know. Except maybe the warden…” She puts her hand on her chin.

You arrive at the lavishly decorated cell, your jaw on the floor. You almost don’t notice the man that matches the aesthetic of a gorgeous old painting, even in that orange jumpsuit and black collar. He’s lain over a chaise lounge, eating an orange, his face toward you, giving you a cheeky smile.

You scowl at him, “HOW CAN WE ALLOW THIS?!” You motion with a wide stance toward the cell, and toward him. “Shouldn’t he be, I don’t know, suffering here?! to be becoming a better person or whatever! WHAT IS THIS?!” You can help but feel angry over this whole stupid scene of a man with three life sentences, supposedly in charge of over half the nation, and in prison living like he’s the king of some medieval fantasy land!

“Woah, I like this one Cher! Give my complements to the warden for me.” His voice was smooth and silky to add a bright red cherry on top of his whole stupid yet beautifully crafted icecream sunday.

Cher sighed and placed a hand to her head. “listen, like i said, his people pay us. It’s not like the taxpayers are wasting any money on this one.”

You couldn’t help but still feel angry, maybe even more so since he seemed to enjoy your outburst.

You end up going home that day much angrier than you thought.

“Time for a romantic bath with myself and some icecream…”

Day 2~

“You look nice, dollface,” he nodded his head.

“Get used to it 232. The warden herself gave you to me, so you’ll be seeing this a lot.” you rolled your eyes at him.

“It’s max, doll, and I’m inclined to correct you, she gave you to me. Not the other way around. You’re mine.” he smiled smugly.

“Who’s in possession of who’s shock collar.” You state tapping your foot in front of his cell door, getting fed up with his games.

“A formality. a necessity really,” he shrugged. “Never know what a dangerous man like me would do to a pretty thing like you without it.” his smile became wolffish, showing off his rather predominant canines.

“Uhg. You’re insufferable. Just, get ready, I have to escort you now,” You placed your hand on the reader near the cell’s door, it buzzed approvingly.

As it slid open, he rushed out and grabbed you. Before you knew what happened your head hit the wall you are now pinned to.

“Careful, princess, what if someone saw us like this?”

Your face reddened, what is this?

And, why do you kinda like this…

It’s your job now to control him.

You lifted your knee hard to meet his groin, and he doubled over. After that, you pressed the button for 232’s shock collar, and he fell to the ground, convulsing.

While he was distracted you tried to catch your breath and still your heart.

You can’t let that happen again.

You stand outside the showers when you hear the slaps of shower sandals approaching.

Goodie…

“Hey beautiful, miss me?” he came out with a loosely wrapped towel hung low around him, showing of his toned body and that perfect v carved into his hip bones. “Hey, eyes up here,” he smirked.

F-fuck…

“W-What are you talking about? Go get dressed 232. Quit fooling around, you have a very busy day today,” that for whatever reason, I have to babysit…

He lifted your chin, your face blushing, you stared back into his eyes. His voids of pupils, surrounded by dark brown, feel like they might be sucking you in, you think you could lose yourself in them…

“Good girl,” he smiles and gently lets your face drop, to go get dressed.

While he’s gone you try to compose yourself.

WTF was that Y/N! get a hold of yourself! UHG. You seem to be doing a ton of groaning today, and there’s still plenty of time for more unfortunately.

You make it to the canteen with your prisoner in toe…

“Hey there sweetheart! Give us a show!”

As the man stood, you whipped out your baton, sensing you’d need it.

Max lurched forward, and you blocked his path with your baton at his gut.

“Don’t, 232” you say sternly.

The cat caller’s eyes widen at you stopping Max, and he sits back down slowly.

You put the thing back away on your belt and escort Max to the back having him sit by himself. People approach and you allow them to sit with some distance between them. They talk to Max in what sounds like some code, but you don’t really care if they’re conspiring.

Your job is just to babysit him…

Day 3~

As you’re dressing your senior walks in and puts his arm up over you, he’s staring down your top’s open buttons.

You roll your eyes.

“Didn’t realize you’d be worse than the men in the cages, sir,” you say continuing to pull up your boots and fasten your belt.

He leans down closer, his cigarette stained breath permeating your precious bubble, “Sweetheart, I already told you you wouldn’t last,” he licked his lips, “Now you’re Max’s pet, poor thing. I see why he picked you…” he leaned back, a satisfied smirk plastered on his old face.

After that weird and uncomfortable encounter you made your way to Max’s “cell”, this time you had your baton ready before opening his door. He casually walked out, hands up behind his head.

“Hey there doll, how’s my good girl doin’ t’day?” He asked, his voice so smooth, you falter in your tough nature again.

“H-hey…” You spoke shyly, then coughed “I’m good, thanks… H-how are you?”

He smiled, “I’m glad to hear that,” Before you realized he was standing behind you, his face ticking your neck, “You want to kill some time with me, doll?”

His hands ghosted gently over your arms, as if almost asking permission.

You need to say no…

“Y/N!” you hear your superior yelling.

Max gripped you tighter momentarily in anger, before letting you go. He’s sending death glares toward Nills.

“S-sorry Sir!”

“come with me.” he turns and walks behind a corner. you lock Max back into his cell.

“This kind of behavior deserves some kind of punishment, don’t cha think” Nills asks in a manor that’s definitely not questioning, and definitely too creepy to be work appropriate.

“What? Listen, I have to take 232 to the showers now. Are you done?” you tried to walk away, but he roughly grabbed you and pulled you back.

“Oh you’re not getting off easy here, sweetheart…”

“Don’t call me that, creep!” you stomped on his foot.

He covered your mouth with his hand in a way you couldn’t bite it, and pulled you closer.

Who would have thought it’s not the prisoners you have to worry about, but your superior…

He undid your belt as he held you against a wall, your tried to fight, or grab your weapons but he easily overpowered you.

His hand was shoved down your pants in seconds, and he lifted it up to inhale your scent, you gagged against his hand.

You kept fighting, however useless it was.

He’s disgusting!

Now he’s pulling your pants down and turning you around. You hear his buckle being undone too, and tears prickle and threaten to fall. You refuse them, not wishing to loose your dignity to this man.

You don’t know what to do to stop this, and there isn’t anything anyway… Please, don’t… You try and say, but with his hand still covering you you can only puff out bursts of noisy air.

Your throat vibrates with the rest of the sounds of distress you desperately try, and yet fail to let out.

His dick is pressed between your legs and he doesn’t prep you before entering…

You feel like your being ripped apart, it hurts so bad, like sandpaper it’s so dry inside you, and it feels like his length never ends.

The tears that you refused fall freely now. You give up fighting and slump into his grasp waiting for him to finish.

Luckily he does fast. Obviously you’d prefer if he hadn’t at all… If this whole thing hadn’t at all…. You’re definitely taking a plan b, and getting tested after today… But how are you gonna go about the rest of your shift now? how do you come back tomorrow… You’ve been here 2 whole days almost 3, just for this?

You slide down the wall and cry into your knees.

You don’t even notice him leave.

Whether you’re a virgin or not, you see blood pooling between your legs through your uniform.

You don’t care about anything right now.

You just hurt all over, and your heart feels as heavy as a thousand ton weight sinking inside you. You might throw up, no you wish you could.

You wish you could exspell what’s just happened from you.

and your mind for a short while takes you away, not with white wings into the sky peacefully, but with a heavy and dark fog, that seems to swallow you whole and suffocates your thoughts.

You call the warden some indiscernible time later and tell her you’re going home, she hears the tone in your voice and lets you without asking.

[massivetyrantduck]

incorrect quotes because i need steph and bernard to be best friends

Bernard: Pros and cons of dating me. Bernard: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Bernard: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

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Bernard: I saw you fall, saw the sinners lay on your corpses... Stephanie: Hey, what’s up with Bernard? Bernard: I created you, made the pieces perfect, others marveled at your beauty… their gazes may have held envy, though, for none are perfect but you. I was only looking away for a moment, but you were gone. I had failed you. And I fell into despair. The only way to save myself was to create, but I knew… this time I knew I was only making you to die. And I apologize. For I will undoubtedly fail you again. For a short time, there will be peace and beauty, but none in the face of us shall lay undisturbed. The greatest have fallen, and will continue to fall, and I weep for you for being born unto this place, where brother eats brother, and the undeserving rise to fame. Those that have gone against you know they’ve wronged you, and they will stand before the creator, knowing they have sinned. Do not worry, little ones, you will be avenged. Tim: ...They made some rock towers and went somewhere else for twenty minutes and when they came back the rock towers were destroyed and people were sitting where the towers once were, so they were sad and made more rock towers. Tim, to Bernard: Hey, who even is the creator? I thought you were an atheist! Bernard: SHUT THE HELL UP, TIM! I’M TRYING TO BE DRAMATIC AND MYSTERIOUS!

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Tim: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Bernard periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’ Tim: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

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Tim to Stephanie: Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just... Bernard: Cockroach ankles! Tim: Ye- uh, what?

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Stephanie: Hey, Tim, are you free on Friday? Like around eight? Tim: Yeah. Stephanie: And you, Bernard? Bernard: Umm... yes? Stephanie: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! Bernard: Did they just-

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Steph: Two years ago, I married my best friend. Steph: Tim is still mad about it, but me and Bernard were drunk and thought it was funny.

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Bernard: Guess what number I’m thinking of. Stephanie: 420? Bernard: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously. Tim: 69. Bernard: Yeah it was 69.

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Bernard: How do you do that? Stephanie: I'm fearless. Tim: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad. Stephanie: I'm mostly fearless.

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*Bernard is telling a story* Tim: Wow, Bernard, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance! Stephanie: Romance? Tim: I have a crush on them.

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Stephanie: Why is Bernard crying? Tim: They saw a leaf on the sidewalk and- Bernard: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY! Stephanie: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say- Bernard: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH! Stephanie: NO, NOT THAT!

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Bernard: How did you even get in here? Stephanie: Tim's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Stephanie's door"! Tim: I’m closing the window.

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Stephanie: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life. Tim: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Stephanie: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Bernard: Edible.

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Stephanie: Did you take out Bernard as I requested? Tim: Bernard has been taken out, yes. Stephanie: You have my grat- Tim: It was a great restaurant. Tim: We had a romantic candlelit dinner. Tim: Bernard proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

[mxthtea]

Hello I saw your 600 post thingy 👉👈 Fluff prompt 6 and 2 in that order for Itto mby? 👉👈👉👈👉👈👉👈👉👈 'grats on 600!!!!!

Just realized I can put music in this thing so here's a song I like as an offering

600+ follower information (prompts)

i havent written for itto before so i hope this is good T^T and it's very short and took forever to come out i'm so sorry TT i really didn't have any ideas but i hope this is good hfnhf

itto x gn!reader prompts: "this might be cute, but standing in the rain can get you sick. come on.” + “take my hand. i’ll carry you home if i have to.” warnings: hand holding, itto carries you, there's an implication of reader with a dendro vision perhaps, ooc itto probably, grammar + spelling mistakes, tell me if i forgot any description:

"Itto! Would you like to go on a date with me!"

And with that, several flowers popped out from behind you in the grandiose gesture.

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"Itto! Would you like to go on a date with me!"

And with that, several flowers popped out from behind you in the grandiose gesture.

Usually, Arataki 'the one and oni' Itto would be the one with the dramatic gesture that included the entirety of the Arataki Gang. Now the roles were switched as you and him stood in the middle of the street within Inazuma City. People watched as you held out your hand, from it a flower of a red rose sits in the palm.

Rain droplets fell onto the petals of the rose. Ah, yes the rain is there too. How could you forget? The forecast wouldn't, couldn't, change the fact you were going to ask Itto on a date that day. Even as the downpour greeted you the second you left the house. Even as those droplets made your skin wet the second you left your home and searched on the streets. And it definitely didn't stop you even as Itto had been standing under the overhang to a shop.

"Well uh- ya know, this might be cute buuut standing in the rain can get you sick," Itto held his hand out for you to take, "c'mon. We should be getting home."

"Ahem! You have yet to accept the invitation and take the ro-"

"Just take my hand, I'll carry you home if I have to."

And with a huff, and a shiver, you took Itto's hand. And despite that not-really-promise, you were still lifted into the air like a sack of potatoes by Itto.

Aaaand he started running. Through the rain. Very fast.

"Was this your plan?" you half-yell to Itto as he continues to run.

"Real men don't use umbrellas!" Itto yells right back as he continues to run.

By the time you arrive at your home you are both very wet and very cold.

"Just sayin' if we both get sick, its your fault," Itto complained as he used several towels to dry his hair.

"Well, Itto, you still have yet to accept or decline my invitation."

The rose was long forgotten, left in the street as Itto picked you up and ran. So were the other flowers. They'd be left to travel across the lands of Inazuma or to fall within the shallow waters near the city. There, they'd travel to wherever the streams lead them.

"I'll accept your invitation," the oni huffed, "but! With all the rain, we're gonna end up being sick for it."

"Unlikely, I'll treat you to dinner if we do."

Itto huffed and you laughed. While you getting rained on yourself was part of the plan, Itto being unwilling to open an umbrella while running was not. 

And even if you could be sick during it, each date with Itto would always be unforgettable.

[hyunverse]

SURPRISE DATE 01, A MCDONALDS DATE WITH GOJO SATORU.

requested by; @mariyagami

cupid’s note; hello <3 thank you so much for requesting babes! i’m so glad you like my works. this request is one of my faves, enjoy babie!

request; “surprise date with jjk's gojo. she/her pronouns. troll power couple dynamic. ♥ I hope I am submitting the request right, sorry if I am not. I am looking forward to seeing you fill everyone's prompt's regardless cause your writing is delightful. thanks for the event and grats on 800! :D”

AT FIRST GLANCE, people would think you were dressed up to go to a fancy ball. gojo was wearing a suit, a napkin neatly tucked in his front pocket. the sorcerer’s shoes were polished, you could probably see your reflection on his leather shoes. as usual, a pair of designer shades sat at the bridge of his nose, covering his ocean-like eyes. you on the other hand wore your best clothes, with pieces of jewelry adorning your beautiful skin. 

the cool air from the fast food restaurant hit your skin, making you shiver. mcdonalds was packed that day; but then again, when is it not? fast food’s the easiest choice when you’ve got no idea on what to eat, hence why it was jammed like a pack of sardines. thankfully gojo was tall, so looking for a seat would be easier. he scanned the restaurant but to no avail, all seats were occupied.

“that’s too bad”, you sighed, leaning your head on gojo’s arm. you could feel his body rise and fell when he took a deep breath. 

“maybe we should just go to an actual restaurant”, gojo suggested. he looked down at you, leaning down to press a quick kiss on your head, “you know, since we’re already dressed like it. i’ll search up a restaurant right now, sweets”.

you frowned and shook your head. gojo could see you giving him puppy eyes through his shades. at that moment he regretted using that tactic on you so much, he didn’t know it would backfire on him. 

you ran your finger up and down his arm, the puppy eyes still in sight, “that would defeat the whole purpose! dressing up fancy to go eat fast food is in our bucket list, isn’t it?”.

the darned bucket list. all of it started one time when the two of you got drunk and made a ridiculous bucket list. cycling in the rain, airdropping cursed memes to random people in the train, going to a fast food restaurant while dressed fancy; all of them were in your two pages long bucket list. at first it was just drunken rambles, but gojo thought why not actually do it? it would be fun, he said. 

a loud roar of motorcycles shocked everybody in the 24/7 restaurant. gojo looked out to see a group of bikers zooming through the city. his eyes then landed on a curb beside an empty parking spot. 

loud was the atmosphere outside mcdonalds. sitting on the curb, legs stretching towards the parking spot, you were satisfied. one more activity that could be ticked off. beside you satoru happily ate his happy meal. the hello kitty toy he got from the happy meal sat in the pocket of his tuxedo. satoru looked content munching on his nuggets.

quietly, a hand slithered to your bag of fries. you rolled your eyes when you caught your boyfriend steal a handful of french fries from your bag. typical gojo. ordering a happy meal, stealing fries; all of them were typical gojo satoru behavior.

together the two of you made a happy-go-lucky pair, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[jokertrap-ran]

(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Osborn’s 5✩ Inspiration: Interdigital Heartbeat [指间心音] Date Translation (Prologue)

"Hu? Looks like he's really waving at you. What now? Should I give you two some space?”

*Light and Night Master-list | Osborn’s Personal Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Join the Light & Night Discord (＾▽＾)~ ♪ *This 5✩ Inspiration has 6 Endings!! *Osborn’s tag will be #For Night, For Freedom

The Bar Street lit up with its disarrayed ensemble of neon lights as night fell, the night scene revving to life.

Dragging Osborn with me, we made a mad dash down the street before coming to a stop at the entrance of a bar that had Seed’s poster plastered on it. I whipped out both of our tickets.

MC: Huff… Huff… Still 5 minutes late…

MC: I planned on coming here early to get a spot in the front row… I can’t believe this.

A couple of days ago, Gao Cheng and I had agreed to go watch Seed’s live performance together.

Although the band wasn’t well known, they’d been active for a long time now, performing in bars all over Guangqi City. Gao Cheng and I both loved the style of their music.

However, Gao Cheng had suddenly called in a few hours before the live performance was slated to start, citing that his pet had suddenly fallen ill and that he wouldn’t be able to come.

Thinking that it wouldn’t be all that fun going to a live performance alone, I suddenly remembered Osborn, who was an avid fan of music himself…

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The small underground bar had cleared the area of all its tables and chairs, with many people packed into its cramped space.

After gaining entry, I pulled Osborn along and made my way to the front. Taking advantage of the break between the ending of the first song and the start of the next, I briefly did a simple introduction of all the band members.

MC: The last guy… He’s my favourite! He’s their keyboard player and also their leader, Liyuu!

MC: He’s especially talented! All the arrangements and lyrics that the band uses are all written by him!

Osborn raised an eyebrow as he looked at Liyuu, who was wearing a Camo T-Shirt, nodding at the fans with a smile on the stage, and back at me again. He nodded indifferently.

Osborn: Oh? That's your idol?

MC: Hmm… Not really? I just admire and look up to him!

MC: I’m the same as all these fans here. We’re all enamoured by his talents.

As soon as the words left my mouth, the two girls next to me screamed out loud with their hands cupped around their mouths, acting as make-shift trumpet amplifiers.

Fan A: AHH!! YOU ARE SO HOT, MY HUSBAND!!

Fan B: Liyuu BBY, I WANT YOUR BABIES!!

MC: Uh...

The slap to the face came way too suddenly, freezing the smile that had been on my face almost instantaneously. A look of understanding was displayed on Osborn’s face as he nodded pretentiously.

Osborn: Hm. Same like them? Okay, I get it now.

Osborn: So, what do you normally yell? Lemme hear.

MC: I don't! I really don't!

I hurriedly waved my hand, desperately trying to clear my name when I accidentally bumped into someone else and got a vehement glare in response.

MC: Sorry!

Osborn laughed, reaching an arm out to pull me closer.

Osborn: Okay, okay. I believe you.

It was then that the second song started up. We naturally put a halt to our conversation, focusing our attention on the music.

After a couple of songs, I couldn't help but feel like there was something different about today's performance. I tugged at Osborn's sleeve to explain.

MC: They normally sing catchier songs. I don't know why, but it looks like they're doing more of the emotional ones today.

He nodded lightly, calmly watching the stage.

Osborn: I like songs like these.

MC: Great!

The band members played freely on the stage as the spotlights shone at them, illuminating the glistening sweat on their foreheads. They'd occasionally divulge away from their scores to do an improvised segment, showing off their inspiration and the mutual tacit understanding they shared.

Emotions poured out of their music, infecting every member of the audience in the crowd before them and raising the excitement in the air into a crescendo over and over again…

During the encore, Liyuu stood up to thank the crowd from the bottom of his heart as the leader of the band.

And lastly, he ended it off with a bow. I saw him raise his hand to dab at the sides of his eyes, as if wiping away fallen tears.

MC: Oh no… I think I’m a tad moved…

Osborn purposely leaned down, getting in front of my face with a devilish smile on his face. He was clearly enjoying this.

Osborn: Oh? You're crying too? Lemme see.

MC: I'm not!

The live performance ended with a round of thunderous applause. The lights below the stage had turned back on, but the melody they’d played still resonated within my ears as if it didn’t want to dissipate just yet.

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The audience started to disperse. Osborn had to reach out to hold onto me as I stood there in a daze, getting swept along with the bustling crowd.

Suddenly, I caught sight of Liyuu coming down the stairs at the side of the stage from the corner of my eye. He waved in our direction. Surprised, I couldn't help but tug Osborn over.

MC: Huh? Am I hallucinating, or is he actually waving at me…?

Osborn waggled his brows playfully at me again as he purposely spoke provocatively.

Osborn: Hu? Looks like he's really waving at you. What now? Should I give you two some space?

Having said that, he let go of my hand and made a move to head outside. I quickly grabbed his hand and held it tight.

MC: Not funny! Stop joking around! You're not allowed to leave!!

I watched as Liyuu got closer and closer. It looked as if he was making a beeline straight towards us, which made me unwittingly panic as I thought of how I should say hi.

Liyuu stopped before us, raising his hand to pat Osborn on the shoulder.

Liyuu: Os! It really is you!

Osborn: It's been a long time.

MC: Wha? You know each other…?

Osborn: Yeah. He's my classmate from the Maritime Academy.

Liyuu: ...And who is this, Os?

I was just about to introduce myself, but his gaze had already dropped to our joined hands. A look of realization dawned upon him.

Liyuu: Oh…

A look at his slowly withdrawing hand was all that I needed to know that he’d misunderstood our relationship. However, Osborn still acted as usual, continuing to talk to Liyuu as if nothing happened.

Osborn: This is my friend, (Y/n) She loves your band, and she was the one who brought me here.

Liyuu: Thank you for supporting us!

Osborn: Grats. That was a great performance.

Liyuu: I’m really happy to run into you here, Os! It’s been a long time since we last saw each other!

Liyuu: It’s so rare to see you! I want to talk to you more.

Liyuu: Our band’s gonna go for a celebratory party now. Drummer man’s also from our alma mater. How about you and (Y/n) come join us for a spin?

Osborn nodded but didn’t reply. Instead, he turned to me.

Osborn: You decide.

I hesitated for a while before deciding to…

Do I want to join the band's celebration?

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✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 +3 + 4 | Choice: Call Out [呼唤] ⊹Speak⊹

END 5 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 6 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ★Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Freedom⊹ —————★❖

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader, eventual polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors BE GONE

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

Chapter: 2/16 (all chapters)

“Oh...do you two know each other?”

Principal Nezu glanced from you to Shouta, eyes bright with curiosity. You didn't blame him. In his shoes you too would wonder why such a thing hadn’t cropped up during the application process. Why hadn’t you named him as a reference? Why hadn’t Shouta mentioned knowing someone with your skillset the moment the role became available?

“No, no,” you said, conscious of how defensive you sounded.

Nezu was now your boss and there was no appropriate way to explain the circumstances of your first meeting. You were the new guidance counsellor, hired for your good sense and professionalism; the perfect role model for teenagers in line to become the next generation of pro heroes.

Good guidance counsellors didn’t fuck strange men. They didn’t sit in nightclub toilets for twenty minutes, scrubbing away a seemingly never ending stream of cum. You had thought having a guy cumming inside you would be the least messy option. Oh, how wrong you were.

Nezu didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t press it any further. Instead he dismissed himself, leaving you and Shouta alone in the corridor in an awkward silence. He clearly hadn’t expected to see you again either.

“This way,” he said, leading you to his classroom, which had erupted into chaos in his short absence.

You wondered what sort of teacher he was. He must have been a respectable one if Nezu had asked you to observe him specifically.

The change in atmosphere as you entered the room was enough to answer your question. The classroom fell silent, all eyes on you.

“This is (Name). She’s the new guidance counsellor and the Principal wants her to observe us for a while. Don’t embarrass me,” he said, before turning to you. “Take a seat.”

He wasn’t even your teacher, but you hurried to obey, taking a seat at the back of the classroom and reaching into your purse for a notepad and pen.

You tried to concentrate and ignore the elephant in the room. Every time you tried to focus on Shouta’s words, though, your mind wandered to how he’d sounded groaning with pleasure.

You crossed and uncrossed your legs, trying to ignore the heat pooling between them. It was inappropriate for you to be thinking of such things at work, in a classroom no less.

Unfortunately, that only seemed to make it worse. You wondered how it would feel if he bent you across the desk; what it would be like to ride him on it.

You were only too grateful when class took a short recess and Professor Nezu returned to show you to your office.

“You look a little flushed, (Name),” he said, “are you feeling alright?”

“Oh, yes,” you said, “it’s just...new job, lots of information to process. I’m fine, really.”

You got the feeling Nezu knew you were lying, but he didn’t say so. Instead he left you to log into your computer and rearrange your desk, safe in the knowledge that someone would come in to check on you in an hour or so.

Reshuffling the office turned out to be a bad idea. The previous guidance counsellor had a collection of pamphlets behind her desk that covered all manner of issues, such as drug use and bereavement. Your gaze lingered on the one about unprotected sex.

Somehow, even the office was judgemental.

You reached for your cell phone and opened the group chat.

>> I’m in trouble

Sayaka was the first to reply.

>>Why? What happened?

>> The guy from Ego. He works here.

At that, everyone in the group started to type at once.

>> Omg is he your boss?

>> No, he’s a teacher here.

>> Kinky ;) does he have a cane

>> Of course not!

>> Shame.

You put your phone down on the desk, rubbing your temples as it continued to ping with each new message.

Your mother had always told you to be mindful of your actions and their consequences, but she’d never told you what to do when it was too late.

You thought you’d gotten away with it. You weren’t pregnant, you weren’t sick and you were never going to see him again.

You picked up your phone again and skimmed through the new messages before typing yourself.

>> What do I do?

Aptly enough, Rei was the first to respond.

>>Talk to him. You said he didn’t like games, remember?

She was right. You remembered the straightforward way he had asked what it was you wanted from him and how flustered it had made you feel. You got the impression he would want the same treatment under the present circumstances, no matter how awkward it was.

>> Alright. I’ll try and get him alone at some point.

>> Good luck!!!

You switched off your phone and sat back down at your desk, running your fingers through your hair.

It was the right thing to do and you knew it, but you got the feeling it was going to be easier said than done.

━

Five minutes after the final bell of the day, Present Mic walked into your office.

“(Name),” he called out, “con-grat-u-lations on surviving your first day!”

“Thank you, Professor,” you said. “I’m looking forward to working together.”

If Shouta worked here, then the guy you saw at Ego must have been the real Present Mic and not just someone with a passing resemblance. You wondered if he recognised you, though soon dismissed it. He was direct in a completely different way to Shouta, who didn’t waste a single word. Present Mic didn’t seem to have an off switch, but all of his words came straight from the heart. If he recognised you, he certainly would have said so.

As if sensing your thoughts, he thrust a hand into your face and waggled his finger.

“No, no, no! This will not do! Call me Hizashi. Hi-za-shiiii.”

“Okay,” you said with a small smile. “I’ll make sure to call you that from now on...Hizashi.”

“Cute! So cute,” he cried out, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Now listen. The school day is over, and you know what that means?”

He didn’t give you a chance to reply, instead squeezing your shoulders.

“It’s time for the after party!”

“A-after party?”

“Yes, yes,” he said. “You’re the newest member of the faculty and the principal has asked us to be as welcoming as possible, so we’re going to take you for beers!”

“Beers?” You said, suddenly wondering if they were going to take you to Ego . You hoped not.

He led you out of the classroom, arm still wrapped around your shoulders.

“Yes, yes...no need to thank me,” he said, “it’s our duty as your colleagues. You are but a cute duckling stepping out onto our riverbed…soon to be a beautiful swan.”

You chose to ignore the implication that you were an ugly duckling.

“Hey, Eraser!” he called out across the corridor. “Eraser, this way!”

You wondered who he was talking to, only for your heart to skip a beat when you actually saw. Shouta was standing in the doorway of the staff room, a pile of folders under one arm. His gaze drifted from you to Hizashi and then, as if he already knew what was coming, turned the other way and let the staff room door close behind him.

“Hmmm, maybe he didn’t hear me,” said Hizashi and you had to fight to keep the smile from your face. This was exactly how things had played out at Ego .

Hizashi led you to the staff room, where the professors were packing up for the day.

“Everyone,” he called out, “grab your things, we’re going for drinks!”

“You really don’t have to make a fuss,” you said, feeling incredibly self conscious. “It’s very kind of you, but…”

“Nonsense,” said Midnight, strolling over. “We should get to know one another, we’re going to be working together, after all.”

“Eraserrrrr,” whined Hizashi, “you’ll come too, won’t you! It’s 2 for 1 on drinks!”

You hoped he’d say yes. There would be plenty of opportunities to get him alone at a bar.

“I’ll pass,” he said.

“Awww, come on,” said Hizashi. “It’ll be fun. They have those fruity drinks with the umbrellas that you like!”

Shouta shook his head and dumped the pile of papers he had been carrying onto his desk.

“I have papers to grade.”

Hizashi let go of you and scooped the files up from Shouta’s desk.

“These papers?”

“Give them back.”

“I will,” said Hizashi, an enormous smile across his face. “At the bar.”

Shouta’s face fell, as if they had had this conversation a dozen or more times before.

“Fine,” he said. “Let’s go.”

━

An hour and a half later, you were sitting at a table in an izakaya, cradling a lukewarm beer. You’d taken only a couple of sips since your arrival, partly because of how self conscious you were about being in the company of your new colleagues, but also because you wanted to keep your wits about you in the hopes of getting the opportunity to speak to Shouta alone.He had had even less to drink than you, spending the time glaring from the sealed bottle in front of him to the papers Hizashi had confiscated.

Questions had been rapid fire from the moment you sat down. What was your quirk, where did you go to college, were you local, had you relocated for your new job?

Midnight, Nemuri as she had told you to call her, asked the question you had dreaded the most.

“So,” she said, leaning over the table, “are you seeing anyone?”

“No.”

“A cutie like you? Single?”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly curious.

“I was seeing someone,” you said, thinking back to the dinner that had changed everything. “We were together for years, actually, but we broke up a little over six months ago.”

You didn’t miss the flicker of recognition in Shouta’s expression as he no doubt did the maths. You cringed, realising too late that you had indirectly admitted to him being your rebound. He picked up his drink and took a long sip, all while your coworkers murmured between themselves. Your gaze drifted to the edges of his jawline; the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

“Don’t tell me...did he cheat?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Did he travel overseas?”

“No, no…”

“Did he die in a horrific accident?”

Everyone turned to Sekijiro, who shrugged defensively.

“What? Someone had to ask.”

“He didn’t die,” you said, “he didn’t leave the country either… he just…wanted different things I did, that’s all.”

Not so long ago just the mention of your ex left you in floods of tears. Even now, after so long had passed, it brought tears to your eyes if you didn’t catch them fast enough.

You had found one of his sweaters in the back of your wardrobe only a matter of days before your interview at UA. You had no idea how long it had been there, or how you had managed to miss it during your clearout, but it still smelled of him and you buried your face in it before you could stop yourself.

“Men are dogs,” said Nemuri, raising her glass and clinking it against yours, “you’re better without him.”

“We’ll find you a new guy,” said Hizashi, “what’s your type?”

“I…”

You didn’t know and you didn’t want to admit it.

“I um…”

“I think I know a guy,” said Nemuri, “how do you feel about dog hair?”

Shouta sighed loudly at that.

“This is a waste of time,” he said, “I’m going home.”

He reached across the table for the papers Hizashi had taken, only to receive a slap across the knuckles.

You were grateful for the interruption, especially as it seemed to distract everyone else from your love life.

“A toast,” Sekijiro said, lifting his glass, “to our new guidance counsellor!”

Nemuri lifted her drink and you lifted yours, clinking drinks together.

In that moment, embarrassing one night stand aside, you felt less like an outsider and more like you belonged.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be as complicated as you thought.

“Cheers!”

━

You parted ways another hour later, Nemuri and Hizashi drifting away for karaoke and Sekijiro saying something about chicken wings. 

“I’ll walk you home,” grumbled Shouta, “I have business that way anyway.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to put you out.”

“I told you. I’m going that way.”

“Okay, well, if you’re sure.”

You hadn’t had the chance to get him alone at the bar and knew this would be the only one you got that day. Perhaps that was his plan as well. You found it difficult to get a read on him.

You stood in awkward silence as you took the train, body close to his. You thought about making conversation a few times, though very few subjects came to mind. You didn’t know him well enough to make small talk that wasn’t immediately obvious.

“Well, this is me,” you said as you arrived at your front door and fiddled with your keys. “It’s not much but it’s home!”

Relax, you told yourself, we’re adults and more than capable of an adult conversation. If you show your professionalism then-

You dropped the keys.

Fuck

“Haha, sorry about that,” you said, scooping them up all but shoving the door open. “Butterfingers.”

Up until recently you had been proud of your apartment. Originally it had belonged to a great aunt, who let you rent it for a discounted rate. You had painted the walls yourself, built cupboards and shelves and painted those too. You’d crocheted your own throw blanket and stuffed every single cushion you owned.

Since your boyfriend left, though, all you could think about were the hopes and dreams you had lovingly worked into everything: the corner you had left empty to make room for a future moses basket; the wine rack you had bought for when you hosted dinner parties. It was surely a direct contrast to anything Shouta might have expected, and almost embarrassingly so.

“Uh, would you like some tea?”

“Mhmm.”

This was your chance and you were determined not to waste it, reaching for some snacks as the kettle came to a boil.

“Make yourself at home,” you said in an attempt to distract yourself from how badly your hands were shaking. You had no idea how to broach the topic with him. No matter how you phrased it in your head, it sounded awkward.

Shouta had taken a seat at your kitchen table and nodded his thanks as you carried over the tea tray.

“I wanted to talk to you about my students,” he said, reaching for the folders Hizashi had taken from him. “Just seeing them isn’t enough. They keep their problems to themselves.”

Only then did you realise that he hadn’t got papers to grade at all. These were student dossiers- gold dust for a guidance counsellor. Had he meant to discuss these with you all along?

“Sorry if it’s not a good time,” he said. “But I wanted to give you an overview of the students in my class and my points of concern.”

It was the last thing you might have expected from this conversation. In class he had seemed distant, almost hostile. Here he was, though, giving you a head start on how best to support them. It was not at all what you had expected from him, yet you weren’t sure why. You had left almost everything you knew about him in Ego’s bathroom.

“Of course,” you said, taking each file he offered.

He took the time to go through each one, going through every grade, every quirk, every weakness. You had never known a teacher with so much insight into their students, from Todoroki’s difficult home life to Midoriya’s self destructive need for success. You could see you had your work cut out for you.

“Thank you for all of this,” you said, turning a page as he nibbled a rice cracker.

“Don’t mention it.”

Even now, in the process of giving you a cheat sheet, he was straight to the point. It brought a smile to your face.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” you said, “it’s just...you’re a surprisingly nice person.”

He sighed at that and the pair of you fell into a heavy kind of silence.

“About what happened,” he said, “at Ego …”

“Y-yes?”

“I’m not gonna say anything about it at work.”

“Really?”

He raised an eyebrow and you realised just how excited you had sounded.

“What, did you think I was going to compare notes in the staff room or something?”

He genuinely did sound offended and you instantly felt awful. You’d admitted to him being a rebound, expressed surprise at him being kind and now this. You’d insulted him so many times today without meaning to.

“No, no,” you said. “Nothing like that. It’s just...well...I’ve never...done anything like that before. I don’t know what happens next.”

“Nothing,” he said. “That’s what happens next. Today is our reset.”

Reset.

You quite liked the sound of that. It was the best case scenario and more than you could possibly have asked for. You could shelve the events at Ego as something someone else had done.

It was perfect, so why did it leave you feeling empty?

Your heart was heavy as you showed him to the door and you leaned against it after you closed it behind him.

You had never dated, so why did it feel as if he’d broken up with you?

You told yourself you were happy for the reset, even as you ripped the door back open. He hadn’t gotten far, walking along the street with one hand in his pocket and folders under his other arm.

“Shouta,” you called out.

“Hmm?”

He stopped and turned to you, perhaps wondering if he’d left something behind.

“Tomorrow,” you said, “tomorrow is day one.”

He smirked.

You wanted your life to go back to normal and the rational part of you protested even as you took two steps back through your front door, dragging off his shirt. He hadn’t undressed much at all at Ego and for the first time you saw exactly how many scars cobwebbed his body. You wanted to run your fingers over them all, but he reached for your hands and lifted them above your head to pull off your shirt.

You dragged him closer, adding fuel to the flames. You’d never wanted anyone quite this much, running your lips over his jawline and throat.

You led him towards your bedroom, fiddling at your skirt zipper and kicking it to the floor. Fittingly enough, you were wearing the same bra as when you went to Ego, though that realisation lasted all of half a second as you ripped it off and threw it across the room.

You were wearing only your panties and a smile now, but it didn’t occur to you to be modest. Instead you crushed your lips against his and reached for his belt buckle, sighing at the feel of his chest against yours.

He lowered you onto the bed as if you were made of bone china before stepping out of the rest of his clothing. It was the first time you’d been exposed to a fully naked man in well over six months and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring.

He really did have scars everywhere, though your gaze drifted past that to the trail of hair beneath his belly button. He was already hard, and your mouth ran dry. If you hadn’t already had sex with him you would have been very daunted.

He reached down to grip his cock and you crawled up the bed, reaching into your bedside drawer and tossing him a condom. He tore the foil with his teeth and your insides turned to jelly; it was probably the most sinful thing you’d ever seen.

He put on the condom and got down onto his hands and knees, crawling towards you until you were able to stroke his face with an intimacy that didn’t cross your mind until much, much later. He grazed his lips over your cheek and you giggled as his stubble scraped your skin.

He lined his hips to yours and pushed in, so slowly that you thought you were going to die. You gasped, running your hands down his back and tracing every scar.

“Please,” you whispered, loud enough for only him to hear. “Please…”

At that he pushed himself in all of the way and you cried out as your bodies connected, digging your nails into his back and earning a moan from him in response.

He sat up and took hold of your bed frame, steadying his weight and giving you a dark smile before slamming his entire length into you.

“Oh...my g-“

You never got the chance to complete that particular train of thought, for he did it again and again until the bed rocked from the force of his body.

You knew you were being loud, but you didn’t care.

Tomorrow everything would be reset, as if you were perfect strangers. You finally understood why people got so desperate in movies about the apocalypse. This wasn’t remotely the end of the world, yet you dug your nails into his back in the hopes of never letting go.

You held onto him as the coil inside of you snapped and left you in free fall, frantically rubbing your clit in the hopes of loosening up even more. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and took you even deeper, though it still wasn’t deep enough. You wanted to lose track of where you ended and he began, though settled for the impact when his hips hit yours.

Just like the first time, he lost almost all of his rhythm as he grew close. You stroked your clit, chasing the shivers of pleasure running through you and making sure to catch his eye as he sucked in one breath and then another, losing himself in his own release as well as yours.

“Ahh, F…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in a failed attempt at keeping his composure. He bit his bottom lip and gave a few more shallow thrusts, dragging out his orgasm for all it was worth.

He rested his forehead against yours the moment it was over, stealing several lazy kisses that you would have been only too happy to give away.

He pulled out of you and rolled over onto his back, gasping from the exertion even as he pulled off the condom and tied a knot in the middle before dropping it in the waste paper basket at the side of your bed.

“I’ll just...catch my breath…” he said, resting his head on the pillows. He closed his eyes, basking in the same happy afterglow that had so thoroughly overtaken you both.

You caught yourself reaching to stroke his hair, though stopped yourself just in time.

Before long, he was snoring softly and you glanced around your bedroom. It had been immaculate when you left that morning. Now, though, it was a mess of discarded clothes and heady with the smell of sex.

You glanced across at your bedside clock and took note of the time: 1:02 AM.

Well… you thought, glancing across at the man sleeping beside you. So much for Day One .