#literally a minute later he asks me

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

me, logging onto the man hating website to hate on my man: girls you will never fucking BELIEVE what he just did

[willowser]

Sero tries to ride out during nnn, walking around the house all smug but as soon as he sees you in his shirt? It’s over for him. He made it to the 3rd week

Denki fully went into it knowing he wouldn’t win it, makes it to the 2nd week before he begs you to get on him after a long day of patrolling. He also physically gets weaker after not having intimacy for a while so😭the days you guys don’t do anything he’s staggering around the house miserably

Katsuki makes it to the 3rd week like sero. Watching some tv to distract himself and he sees you walk into the living room with your pjs, yawning cutely and he’s done. He gets up and drags you to the bedroom by your hand, grumbling the whole time.

Izuku knows he stands no chance because on the day he started he’s already struggling. You look up at him doe eyes because you need help reaching something on the top shelf in your pantry and he has to swallow to contain his exposure. He only makes it by a week💀

Shoto doesn’t try. He thinks it’s stupid. He’s not going to waste time denying his attraction to his beloved when he could be making love to you.

OMG YOU'RE SO RIGHT AJGHEUQJQJBSA

denki......comes home like "i had a bad day at work, baby, let's just call it 😔🥺" WAAAHHH AKFJDJAKA also !! deku !!!! is immediately like, okay. i just have to not think about it. AND THEN IT'S ALL HE CAN THINK ABOUT LMAOOOO i love this sm. you're so right about all of them akfhdjakak

[streatfeild]

hey btw i started watching renegade nell today and i‘m incredibly gay. like. she‘s so!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!

[florida3exclamationpoints]

My mom is always like we don't treat you like a middle child do we 🥺 and then treats me like a middle child

[transannabeth]

hi. for people who saw gatsby: an american myth. do you remember mckee asking nick for lunch. and then gatsby in like the next scene inviting nick for lunch. because i remember.

[avatardoggo]

sooo i gave FG his birthday present 😭🫣🥹

[britneyshakespeare]

Yesterday at the high school I was in for this art teacher and they all had like projects they were gonna present to work on in Google classroom, so like many days as a substitute teacher it was quiet and I mostly just sat at the desk and read. But then this one kid in my peripheral vision was looking at me and when I glanced over her laughed a little. And I looked away cuz I was like whatever maybe he was whispering smth w his friends.

But then he says "I have a question"

"Yeah?"

"What two colors make purple?"

"Oh. Red and blue"

"Thank you... I appreciate the no judgment answer"

I didn't even think about it lol

[mentalmeles]

I swear, one of these days I'm going to just snap and tear into one of/the majority of my coworkers bc I am SO sick and tired of their behavior

[princemick]

sometimes I talk to my dad abt controversial things and/or literally give my opinion and he responds and I'm just like 'yeah no you're why people dont like me'

[h0ney8ee]

this guy i work with/for literally will tell me to do things, forget he told me anything, and then yell at me for doing what he originally instructed. im soooo done with this place

[leverage-ot3]

just realized today while rewatching heartstopper that I accidentally did a nick nelson when I was in 8-9th grade (agreeing to go out with someone bc you don’t know how to say no) and I’m fucking shook nick why are we like this

[non-un-topo]

Why does instagram keep giving me videos about grandparents like does it want me to fall on the floor sobbing today

[tottymatsuno]

He’s so dilf to me but hes like a dilf who is exhausted 24/7 by his many, many kids, but also 100% buys them ice cream and happy meals from mcdonalds every single time he drives past one, with the cutest, most proud, “i love my family” smile ever

[longagoitwastuesday]

I break out laughing for several minutes from time to time whenever I remember the bunch of stuffed people they had in the German musical

[statusquoergo]

“Come on.”

“Uh?”

Diane looks up as Naomi stands and holds out her hand as if this isn't a ridiculously careless thing she's asking her to do, as if neither of them has the good sense to mention that neither one of them has any idea what they're getting themselves into. As if neither of them might be walking straight into a trap of their own making, or nothing much will change at all and they'll forget about each other in a month, or a few days. As if it's a risk worth taking to find out which.

As if there's anything else to do today.

“I'm not going to the hospital.”

“I know.” Naomi reaches a little closer. “I have a first aid kit at home.”

Enough to get them through, that's all. Enough for now.

“You know how to wrap it?” Diane asks as she takes Naomi's hand to pull herself up, as though the answer might change her mind somehow. Naomi smiles a little, as though she knows it just as well that it won't.

“Yeah.” She sets Diane's hand down on her shoulder. “It's not far, come on. I'll carry you down the stairs.”

“You'll drop me.”

“I will not.” Naomi urges her forward, along the concrete path out of the park. “I mean I'm just offering, I don't have to.”

It's a nice gesture, though, isn't it? It was a nice thought.

They walk slowly down the street, stepping more or less in sync past the general store with the baking supplies just past the doorway, turning at the corner to walk toward the coin laundry that's open even at three in the morning and also on holidays. A hand-drawn poster in the window of the discount shoe store across the street loudly advertises VACUUMS REFURBISHED while a Times New Roman printout on the telephone cubicle in the middle of the block offers “suitable compensation” in exchange for willing test subjects, No Questions Please; a few steps farther along stands an apartment building that somehow looks like it's missing a couple of stories, and Diane shifts her weight to her good leg as Naomi steps away to fumble with the lock on the front door.

“It's the door on the left,” Naomi says, the door sticking only slightly as she shoves it open. “When you get to the basement.”

She opens the first door on the right, a stairwell that only leads down.

“Upstairs is that door over there, but I don't know any of the neighbors, so. I'm not gonna introduce you to anyone.”

That's fine. Diane doesn't want to know any of them, either.

Naomi walks down the stairs first and doesn't try to carry her.

“Bathroom's at the end of the hall,” she says. “The taps aren't broken, the water's just cold when it's cold outside and warm when it isn't, but if you let it run for a little while, it'll...fix itself. And make sure you don't touch the water heater, it's metal and it gets really hot sometimes.”

Diane clutches the wooden banister nailed to the wall as she limps her way down and wonders how much of all this she's supposed to remember. All of it, probably. It isn't very complicated.

Naomi unlocks the door on the left and holds it open.

“You can sit on the bed.”

It's good of her to offer. It isn't much of a bed, really, more of a mattress pushed into the corner, but that isn't exactly a surprise, and it's good of her to offer all the same.

“Thanks,” Diane says, a little too late to seem quite natural. Naomi hums a disinterested acknowledgment and doesn't seem to mind.

“Take off your shoes.”

Diane promptly unties her sneakers, placing them on the floor beside the bed as Naomi kneels in front of her with a roll of ACE bandage in her hand and her eyes focused on Diane's ankle like she's the only attending physician in the entire complex who doesn't have better things to do with her time than tend to something as trivial as all this. Diane should count herself lucky the timing worked out the way that it did.

Lucky, was it? It's about time.

The single bulb in the overhead light flickers a little as if a public execution has just disrupted the power grid, or someone's turned on too many air conditioners at once and blown a fuse a few floors up.

“Don't worry about it,” Naomi says. Diane doesn't bother to assure her that she wasn't.

[jvzebel-x]

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