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[heesimp]

tasty (heeseung)

summary: it’s not your week and it doesn’t seem like the semester will ease up on you as time flies by, but your best friend is here to help in more ways than one.

word count: 5.6K

notes: based off of this request. thank you anon! I probably won’t open a taglist at this time but I’ll let you know if I do when I post other fics. XX

warnings: reader touches herself, porn mentions, vibrator mention, phone sex, oral (f. receiving), dirty talking, mentions of heeseung with other girls, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

“You sure you don’t want to go out with us?” 

Your co-workers stare at you while you try to push down any simmer irritation. They’re not to blame, but pestering you to go out to a bar and get drunk when all you want to do is go home, is making you even more irritated. They mean no harm and look at you with sorry eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you tell them. Luckily for you, they nod and accept your decline. “Thanks for the invite though.”

“Well if you change your mind, you know where to find us.” 

In typical twenty-something-year-old fashion, certain days feel longer than most. Today is no exception. It’s hard to navigate the woes of landing on your feet when you’re wrapped up in midterm projects and trying to have a social life without throwing yourself off balance. When the semester started, you were nothing other than a happy-go-lucky, fourth-year university student who was excited to finish college and take the first step towards “real life.” Unfortunately for you, your days would get tough before you’d see it to the finish line. 

The ride back to your apartment isn’t long by any means but the traffic from your job at a convenience store was met with rush hour. The bus took much longer than usual but you always anticipate that when you’re scheduled until 5pm. Everybody’s going home at the same time and even public transportation falls victim to the hustle and bustle of corporate life. 

On your way home, you can’t help but linger on the inconveniences of the recent past. Midterms have snuck up on you like they do every year and no amount of studying into the night could ever prepare you for the stress that comes with obsessing over good grades for five separate classes. It kills you that no two tests weigh the same and preparing for projects feels like you’re signing a death sentence. You’ve barely seen your friends aside from in passing and haven’t had any time to take care of yourself and have fun. 

It feels as though you’ve lost all motivation because school and work has sucked the energy right out of you. Even your best friend, Lee Heeseung, has started to soften up around you because he can tell how stressed you are. If anything, the amount of unread texts from him and your absence in his physical life is a telltale sign that school is kicking your ass, but he knows you always bounce back. You know you will too, but right now it feels like it’ll take too long to get there. 

The first thing you do is take all of your clothes off and settle them in the dirty hamper and take a shower, cleaning off the grime from a long day outside of your bedroom. Your hair is clean and your skin feels silk to the touch when you step out and dry yourself. It takes a great deal of effort to follow through on your skincare routine and tidy up your room so that it doesn’t feel like an overwhelming mess the more you look at it. Today sucked. There’s no doubt about that. 

Eventually, the clock turns into a late hour after you’ve had dinner and a sweet treat to make up for the awfully long and boring day you had. The week drains on you and you’re looking forward to the weekend because that means you don’t have to work. After settling in bed with the television on, you try your best to let your worries escape you and focus on what’s in front of you. 

Whether the show is too boring or you’re too worked up, you don’t know. The TV is long forgotten as you aimlessly scroll through your phone and start pushing your thighs together and clench around absolutely nothing when you log into a Twitter account you don’t post on. It must be out of habit to act like this when you see the familiar username because it’s where you keep your porn stash for when you need to get off. There’s everything you could ever want–short videos, photos, and links to other websites that always gets you off. The long day has made you think about how you need at least a single win in order for this week to not completely suck. Bringing yourself to orgasm might be the way to do it. 

You spread your legs underneath the covers and take a finger to tease up your slit that’s covered by your panties and hold your phone in your free hand, using your thumb to scroll past the plethora of videos that turn you on. It’s all about finding the right one, and seeing big dicks and wet pussies makes you worked up. You start to forget about the week and consider that a good start. 

Moving your finger against your covered pussy always makes you wet. You imagine it’s someone else teasing you the way you like it and pretend you don’t need to move a muscle to get off. Swiping the tips of your fingers back and forth makes you soak through the pathetic fabric anyway, and the excitement of your arousal makes you gush right onto your panties. 

You scroll through them one by one and pull your panties to the side to feel just how wet you’ve become and moan quietly as the feeling of your slicked up walls. Pushing a finger inside, the welcomed sensation is exactly what you needed after a hard week. You add two, then three, and pump them in and out of you with your legs bent towards your chest. It should be an easy orgasm. 

Except, it isn’t. Three of your own fingers isn’t enough.

At this rate, you don’t know how long you’ve been rutting your hips but what you do know is that you can’t seem to get yourself off with just your fingers. Pulling them out makes you wince at the loss and you force yourself off of your bed to find your trusty vibrator that has always served you when you need to get off quickly. You dig for it in the depths of your drawers but, to your dismay, the device is uncharged. You’re far too worked up to wait for it to become usable. You crawl into your bed again and angrily look through your phone at the porn in your bookmarks and try to get yourself back to that state of euphoria when you started touching yourself, but knowing too much is bothering you is preventing you from letting go. 

Your room echoes as you groan in frustration when your eyes land on a photo on your desk. It’s a picture of you and Heeseung that Jay took when the three of you hung out together after you first moved into this apartment. The two of them helped move boxes and furniture, and you rewarded them with a free meal from the noodle shop across the street. Heeseung sits next to you with his thighs pressed against yours because of the small table but neither of you really cared. 

That’s the thing, though. Heeseung isn’t shy about physical touch with you or anyone else. He’s the kind of guy girls feel comfortable around with just a few words spoken and you’ve always envied the way Heeseung can talk his way through anything. People love him, girls want to fuck him, and guys want to be like him. There’s a part of you that wishes you could exude the same aura that your best friend does but, unlike him, you cower at any chance of interaction and can’t seem to get anyone to be interested in you the way you’re interested in them. Heeseung has heard your fair share of love debacles whereas it seems like romance is presented to him with the snap of a finger. 

It isn’t that you haven’t had experiences with sex and dating, but they haven’t been worthwhile. So far, nobody has been memorable enough to keep in your backpocket for days like this, when you need a hot and erotic memory to come in an instant. It feels impossible to find guys who know what they’re doing when a woman is presented in front of them. Guys are so lucky because it takes next to nothing to get them hard and get them off. 

And like, your best friend has had his fair share of hookup stories that leave you wetter than a goddamn fountain. He’s not shy about skimping the details because he’s seen you cry snot since kindergarten and you’ve seen him eat shit on bicycles since elementary school. Sex isn’t off the table. You just don’t have anything to contribute and he doesn’t judge you for it. You aren’t really keen on telling him about all of the bad experiences you’ve had when he talks about how mind blowing sex for him is. Part of you is envious that your best friend has never had one bad day of sex in his life. Allegedly. 

Still, this frustration bubbles up and there’s nothing you can do to quell the way you feel. Perhaps it’s a mix of general life stress and the events leading up to this very moment. The entire day felt like a test to your patience as minor inconveniences piled up on top of one another before your breaking point. You thought your vibrator sitting uncharged was your last straw but it seems like your mind isn’t clear enough to focus on getting off. You recall a few unread text messages from Heeseung and open your shared text thread with him and watch all of the funny TikTok videos and tweets he sends you. You’re missing him right now. 

Heeseung answers after one ring. 

“Back from the dead, I see. What’s up?” 

You huff. “Nothing.” You hear him laughing from the other line. The faint sound of his keyboard clicking echoes in your ears. 

“Can’t be nothing. You always call me when you need to tell me something.” 

“Not true.”

“Y/N, you and I both know you prefer to talk on the phone when you have something important you need to say so neither of us ends up sending long voice memos.” Okay, he’s got you there. “So begs the question: What’s up?”

“Well I called you because I’m bored. Happy?”

Heeseung laughs again. You’re sure he can hear your disdain. “It’s a good thing I know how to deal with your attitude, huh? Since you’re bored, I’ll have you know you’re calling me while I’m playing with the guys.”

“What, no girl to hook up with?” 

“Not tonight, princess.” 

“How sad.” 

“If you must know why, I had a pretty long day at work but I’m fine now. Jake’s ass keeps dying so that’s pretty funny.” You don’t say anything, not right away. Not when you realize you called him in a haste and that you’re naked except for a tank stop and dainty white socks. The realization makes your cheeks heat up as you think about it, even though Heeseung can’t see what you’re wearing. “You good? You’re unusually quiet, especially when you give me attitude.” That makes you roll your eyes.

“You know, it’s unfair that all you have to do to get off is brush your hand against your dick.”

“Where’s this coming from? You don’t really talk about sex. Is everything alright?”

“It’s unfair!” He hears you groan in frustration. You’re somewhat annoyed he’s still typing away on his gaming keyboard.

“Y/N…Are you okay? What’s gotten into you?”

That question alone seems to ease your mind a little as your irritation bubbles over the surface. You couldn’t stop yourself from talking even if you tried. You tell Heeseung everything, good and bad, and he won’t relent until he knows you’re okay. But even this is treading into new territory. It isn’t that you haven’t noticed just how attractive your best friend has gotten since you met him for the first time as kids, but it’s the first time you’ve ever acknowledged it while talking to him. 

“I can’t get myself off.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper. You don’t hear the sound of his keyboard anymore.

“What?”

“Heeseung…”

“No, say it again.” 

Suddenly, you’re starting to regret calling him to complain about something like this. You feel like you might as well be diving into the depths of your secrets.

“I can’t get myself off.” He hears you whisper it into the phone. 

“Did I hear you correct? You can’t get yourself off?” Heeseung curses under his breath and his hands have stopped typing on his keyboard completely. Frustration pushes tears to the rim of your eyes. 

“I can’t.” Your voice wavers like you’re about to choke a sob. “I just want to cum, Heeseung.”

You don’t see it, but he disconnects his video game connection without consulting his friends. He sits back in his seat and brings the phone off speaker mode and pushes it to his ear. “Y/N…Have you been touching yourself?”

“Yes. I don’t know why but I’m in this mental block and I can’t focus on anything. Nothing is helping.” 

He chokes. “What do you mean?”

“My vibrator is dead and I’ve been using three fingers but it’s not helping!” 

Heeseung sits quietly on the other line. “Are you touching yourself now?” 

“No,” you sigh. “I’ve been at it for an hour and I can’t finish.” 

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You must be so wet.” 

“Not anymore.” You say it through your teeth, too upset that your high has ebbed away.

“You should start touching yourself again.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Touch yourself and make your pussy all wet.” It’s concerning how much you like hearing your best friend talk to you like this. But you do, putting your phone on speaker and putting it on the mattress beneath you with your hand caressing your pussy. You don’t know if it’s you, Heeseung, or the notion that you’re crossing a bridge, but your spine starts to tingle. Your touch is as light as a feather.

“Are you doing it?” 

“Yeah,” you admit. 

“How does it feel?” 

“Really good…”

“How good?” 

“Feels like someone else is touching me,” you tell Heeseung. “If I close my eyes, I can pretend it’s someone else.”

“It’s not enough, is it?” 

“No, Hee. I just…I’m so frustrated.” 

“Yeah, baby?” He’ll address that nickname later. “Why are you frustrated?” 

“School and work are stressing me out and nobody in my group projects lifts a finger. I feel so alone in this.”

“But you aren’t alone. You have me, remember?” You get wetter the more he talks. It feels wrong to be turned on by Heeseung’s voice but you can't help it. He’s talking to you like he hears the way your voice quivers and how badly you need somebody to take away all of your pain, and perhaps you feel comforted because you know Heesueng will do just that and always had. Your fingers rub your wetness around your bare mound the more you think about it, pushing aside any guilt or awkwardness you initially felt.

“When have I ever not been there for you? Never, baby. Including this.” 

“This?” 

He chuckles. “Yeah. Helping you cum.” 

“Hee, don’t say that.” 

“Why? It’s true. Best friends help each other cum.” 

“How are you gonna help me do that?” 

It’s silent on the other line for a long pause and your heart starts to sink when you think you might’ve crossed a line. Is he uncomfortable? Does he want to hang up and forget about this? Will he ever look at you the same way after tonight? 

“Keep touching yourself. I’m coming over.” 

Your eyes widen. “N-Now?” 

“Yes, now. I live five minutes from you. I’ll be over soon.” 

The thought of Heeseung coming over makes you impossibly wet. It’s been so long since you’ve let anybody touch you the way you’d like after failed hook ups that left you unsatisfied. Your bedroom suddenly feels warmer and your arousal keeps your fingers slick the more you rub against your pussy. It makes your toes clench and you’re starting to get excited again. 

“Please hurry, Hee. My fingers are starting to get sore.” 

“I’ll be there in two. Don’t hang up.”

“F-Fuck,” you whimper silently. Heeseung’s phone picks up your moan and you hear him let out a low groan when he turns his engine on. 

“You have the sexiest moans. I wanna hear them while you get yourself off, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

You rub your pussy faster. “Yes, Hee. Fuck, I’m so wet. This feels so good.”

“Be a good baby and play with your clit a little for me, hm? Get her all nice and prepped.” 

You do as he says, moving the pads of your fingers in circular motions around your engorged nub when he tells you. Your eyes close shut when that jolt of pleasure makes your body jerk and arch off of the bed and that loud sound emitting from the back of your throat makes Heeseung hum in approval. 

“Juuust like that. Fuck, you sounds even better than I imagined. You’re a vocal one, huh?” 

“Only when it feels really good.”

“Yeah? Do you feel really good?” 

You lick your lips. “It would feel better if you were here.” Heeseung laughs. 

“I’m here and I’ve got your spare key. Keep fucking yourself for me.” 

The call ends there. You hear the door opening and part of you considers using your blanket to cover yourself up because in all of the years you’ve been friends with Heeseung, he has never seen you this indecent. It feels a bit humiliating to know your best friend will find you with your fingers rubbing against yourself while your hips chase that delicious pleasure but ultimately, you can’t find it in yourself to care too deeply about that. 

Heeseung’s footsteps alert you to his presence and you’re pleasantly surprised to see him standing in the threshold of your bedroom after he’s opened your doorknob. His black hair covers his eyes as he catches his breath, and it looks like he ran up the two floors just to get to your apartment quicker than an elevator could take him. He’s hesitant when he walks inside until his eyes lock with yours. Your next moan comes from deep within your chest and Heeseung wastes absolutely no time. 

He lands on his knees and pulls your body towards the edge of the bed. Your scent invades his olfactory senses as he looks down below you, pushing your feeble hand away to admire the mess you’ve made of yourself. It should feel embarrassing to have your best friend look at you like this, but it doesn’t. Your heart beats faster the more Heeseung’s eyes scan your wet pussy and before you know it, his mouth latches onto you. 

The feeling of someone’s tongue shoved deep within you is a feeling you haven’t experienced in a long time. Heeseung kneads your thighs with his hands as he keeps you in place and the pace he sets makes your body feel like it might as well be up in space. 

You hear stories all the time about Heeseung hooking up with other girls whether it be from himself or others. Girls love to pretend to be your friend to get close to him and love to talk about these kinds of things with you because they assume you’re getting in on the action too, only to leave the conversation perplexed when you tell them you and Heeseung have never gotten involved like that. But now, with every bit of information about how he slurps pussy like he needs it to live, you’re starting to wonder why you never asked him to do this before tonight. 

“Tasty,” he mutters after a beat of silence. Your hand comes to grip his hair for stability when he pulls your clit into his mouth and sucks on it while rubbing his tongue against your pleasure point. “How come you never told me you taste so good?”

“You never asked.” 

He laughs against your pussy. “Still got some attitude, huh?” 

“What are you gonna do about it?” He looks up at you like he’s weighing a challenge. 

“If you were any other girl, I’d pull out every time you’re about to cum. I’d have you begging for that shit. If you were somebody else, I’d stuff your mouth with my cock until you learn how to obey.” He licks up your pussy once more before adding two of his fingers inside, moaning at your smooth and wet walls as he pumps them inside of you. “But you’re my best friend and you’ve had a hard week. I’m gonna make you cum.” 

If a thousand suns exploding feels like Heeseung’s tongue and fingers working in tandem with each other, then this is a feeling you never want to forget. They work separately but it feels like he’s pushing you closer and closer to the finish line the more he pays attention to your clit and g-spot at the same time, pressing on that little button the more you whine and aimlessly beg for him to let you cum. You can barely register your own voice moaning because the pressure is too much against your ears. Heeseung’s fingers plunge in and out of you at a pace that is somewhere between gentle and brutal, giving you enough force to take your mind off of the stress from the week to focus on your pussy being pleasured. 

You screw your eyes shut when you can feel that coil unraveling. Heeseung seems to notice that too because of the string of moans you let out when he pushes his fingers against your sweet spot. His mouth licks and licks as his hand pushes your wetness right against his tongue and it doesn’t take very long for him to taste your cum. 

Heeseung’s head disappears between your legs and he’s barely able to move his hand because of how tight your thighs are against his ears. He’s always loved your thighs and legs, and loves them even more now that he knows what it feels like when you suffocate him as he licks up your delicious cum. You ease up on him when he pries them away to free his hand from the uncomfortable position and uses both hands to keep your legs apart as he licks up the remnants of your cum and helps you ride out your orgasm until your chest falls against the mattress. 

He wipes the back of his hands before giving your slit a gentle kiss. “You’re so sexy when you cum.”

“I can’t believe I let you do that.” 

“Why?” 

You watch him crawl up your body between your spread legs. “Because…” 

“Because?” 

“You’re my best friend and we’ve seen each other through everything. Don’t you think this is a little, I don’t know, weird?” 

“No.” Heeseung shakes his head and dips below to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Not weird. In fact, I’d argue we should do this more often.”

You frown. “I don’t intend to be somebody you keep on a roster, Lee. You can keep that shit to yourself, but thank you for helping me cum.” Heeseung laughs against your mouth until you feel his lips ghost right over yours. 

“There won’t be other girls involved if we fuck, Y/N. I’m not heartless like that. Everybody else knows I’m in it for sex and nothing else, but it’s like you said. You’re my best friend. I won’t make you feel like you’re just somebody I can hit up.” 

“So this would be like…friends with benefits?” 

“We can work out the semantics later.” He lets his lips touch yours and when you don’t object, Heeseung opens your mouth with his own and you taste the saltiness of your cum on his lips. You clench around nothing when you hear your mouths smacking together in the quiet of your bedroom. 

It feels…good. It doesn’t feel out of place, even though this is the first time you’ve kissed Heeseung. You haven’t thought about it much either, but somehow his lips fit perfectly in yours and his soft hands holding your body in his adds to your arousal. You feel safe with him at this moment and it’s the first time you’ve ever had sex with somebody who hasn’t made you feel like an afterthought. Your mind feels a bit foggy but you know you like this feeling and don’t want him to stop. Still, you have your worries.

“This won’t be weird, will it?” 

“No, baby. In fact, all you had to do was ask me to drop the other girls and I would’ve.” You roll your eyes. 

“Sounds like you’re in love with me, or something.” 

Heeseung pulls away and smiles down at you. “Yeah. Or something.” You ignore the way your heart flutters and realize his bulge is poking your bare pussy. 

“You’re hard.” 

“So you’ve noticed.” 

You pinch his bicep. “You get hard eating pussy?” 

“Well yeah because it’s pussy, but it’s also you.” You start to talk but Heeseung silences you with a kiss. “Are you satisfied now that I’ve made you cum?” 

His vulgar words make you shy underneath his gaze all of a sudden. It’s a new feeling and you’re not quite sure how to navigate it, especially with the way he’s staring down at you with a raised eyebrow. Heeseung is still your best friend who gives you shit for everything. You suppose you’re grateful that he’s not changing who he is just because he knows what you look like naked. 

“You know what? Actually, I don’t think I’m satisfied.” 

Heeseung grins wickedly and pulls his body off of your chest to take his shirt off, his chiseled muscles on display for you to look at. He grabs your hand and places it on his abdomen. “Oh yeah? What else can I do for you, princess?”

You take your fingernails on his skin and feel his abs move beneath you. “I think I need you inside me too.”

“Were my mouth and fingers not enough?” You shake your head. Heeseung tuts as he gets off of the bed to step out of his pants and boxers, revealing a long and thick cock you’ve only ever heard about. It’s dripping with precum and you can’t stop your pussy from clenching or your mouth from drooling. 

You watch him get back on the bed one knee at a time before he’s hovering over you again, pulling your body to the position he wants as your legs spread before him. He looks down at his cock and tugs on it twice before letting his tip rest against your clit. 

“Need some of my cock?” 

“Yes, yes!”

“Who knew my best friend has such a tight pussy. Makes me wonder why I even bothered with other girls in the first place.” You seem to like hearing that. He brings his fingers to push the head of his cock inside of you before sinking halfway in, allowing you to adjust to his size as you squeeze him. “Oh yeah, honey. This pussy’s gonna make me cum hard, I already know that.” 

Heeseung holds your legs open and pushes his hips into you slowly. The drag feels so good with how warm he’s made you and you can feel him throbbing with every pass. You hold onto your breasts for stability, which seems to turn him on even more because he’s pushing your legs towards your chest and pushing into you with all of his might. 

You’re able to see him from where you lie. His eyebrows concentrate as he squeezes his eyes shut and sweat lines his forehead the more he thrusts inside of you. He sits up on his knees to angle his dick inside of you better and moans when you let out a strangled groan. The clench is so tight and amazing, and Heeseung can’t fathom why he’s never fucked you before tonight. 

“Sexy pussy,” he grunts, looking down at your abused hole as he thrusts into it. He brings his thumb to your clit and you yelp when he starts to rub it. “So wet and fuckable.” 

“Fuck me,” you manage to choke. 

And truthfully, you like Heeseung plowing into you at the pace he’s set. He’s not too fast but not too slow and you can feel him hit your cervix every single time. It’s no wonder girls were always lining up to have sex with him. Heeseung knows what he’s doing with his dick and you’re finding that out now. 

“You want me to fuck you?”

You nod pathetically. “Please fuck me.”

“How hard?” You bite your lip and shake your head at the humiliation of begging for him but Heeseung tuts and smacks your clit with his hand. “I said, how hard?”

“So hard that I feel you in my stomach!”

“Atta girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Heeseung slips out of you and pulls you up on your hands and knees, beckoning your back in a deep arch. He plants both of his feet on the mattress and bends until he’s sinking his cock back down inside of your pussy, letting your mixed wetness coat him again. 

He thrusts himself as his mouth hangs open. Heeseung grips your waist with both hands and squeezes you hard to balance himself as he throws his head back at the phenomenal sensation of your walls pulling him in every time he tries to pull out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his balls against you and clutch into your bedsheets.

“Your balls are slapping against my pussy and it feels really good,” you manage to get out without stuttering. Heeseung feels you clench around him again and emphasizes his thrusts until the sound of his balls makes your ears vibrate. 

“Feels good when it hits your clit, doesn’t it?”

“So good, fuck!” 

Heeseung speeds his thrusts and relishes in your string of moans the more his tip nudges your g-spot. “Can you cum, baby? Cum around my cock like I know you want to. You’ve earned it after this week. Cum for me. Won’t you let me feel that?”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, Hee! I’m fucking cumming!”

“Yeahhh. Oh your cum is so good. Doing so well, making your pussy creamy all over me like that. Cum for me.”

And it feels so good that you follow his command. The orgasm Heeseung’s cock brings you feels like a physical manifestation of letting go of your worries and enjoying the present moment. Despite your legs and pussy aching, this feels an awful lot like freedom because your own mind isn’t caged by the inability to get yourself off. 

You don’t think, you can’t think. You’ve reached a point of nirvana that’s made your mind completely blank with the exception of your orgasm and the feeling of your best friend fucking right inside of you. His cock, so hard and warm, somehow feels so perfect lodged inside of you. 

Heeseung cock twitches and you feel it the more he pounds into you. He looks down and moans at the sight of his cock becoming white with your cum with every pointed thrust and doesn’t remember the last time he truly enjoyed himself to the point of being able to forget about everything except the person he’s with. Sex with other girls is incredible but there comes a point where he realizes that they’re using him just as much as he’s using them. But you, his best friend since he can remember, give him some kind of peace that he’s never felt before. This is more than just a quick fuck, even if neither of you address it.

“Your pussy’s gonna make me cum,” he moans through a choked grunt. “You feel so good baby, fuck.” 

Heeseung pulls out of your hole just enough to rest his tip against you. His warm cum floods against your folds and your body jerks at the way he twitches against you, but his hands keep hold of your hips to place you exactly where he wants you. He looks down to watch his cum spill from his slit and paint your pussy like the artwork that it is.

When he’s finished cumming, Heeseung leans back against his knees to spread you apart by gripping your asscheeks. “Would you look at that?” 

“Stop looking…”

He chuckles. “Why, baby? Your pussy’s so pretty with my cum on it.” 

You look back at him. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” He nods at you before pulling away to scour your room until he finds a box of tissues on your nightstand and grabs a few to clean you up to the best of his ability before cleaning himself up too. 

Overcome with a wave of tiredness, your body feels much more relaxed once you’ve slipped underneath the covers as Heeseung throws away the dirty tissues. He turns around when he hears the blankets ruffling and resists the urge to coo at you when you’ve tucked it underneath your chin. 

“Looks like you needed one good fuck to relax, hm?”

You blush. “Shut up.”

“No can do, Y/N.”

“I…”

Heeseung leans down towards you and tilts his head. “You what?”

You avert his gaze. “I liked it when you called me baby.” 

“Yeah?” He pushes some of your hair back as you yawn. “I can do that.” 

“Are you gonna go home?”

“Not if you let me stay the night.” You don't have it in you to talk back to him after all he’s done for you. Instead, you open the covers as Heeseung puts his boxers back on and watch him smile before climbing in next to you. “Come here.” He tucks your body on his chest and you’re too tired to argue with him. 

His heartbeat puts you to sleep.

tagging: @zara2318 @markmato @heechwe @horijiro @ggumjilgeong-yjn @porunarefuu @leov3rse. :)

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absolutely! Its been my dream since i was 3. haven't graduated yet so im not sure how long it will take for me to get there. Anyway, just a note to any idiot who may enjoy what i say, if you have a dream, pursue it! You can do literally anything if you put your mind to it. If your dream is to be a doctor, work through the treachery of medical school so you can be a doctor. If your dream is to one day write a book, take classes and courses to practice your writing skills and publish that book! and to those of you who are like me, make the good grades, train, and work hard for what you want. Its not easy. Its never gonna be easy, but if you try as hard as you can, you can show people that you are worthy of doing that thing. Push through! Go until failure, then pick yourself back up and do it again! I believe in you!

If you had the chance to join the journey through space, would you do it?

This artwork is also availabe as a wallpaper on my ko-fi here!💙

[wheneverfeasible]

Watching the movie Blame and had an idea.

Picture it:

Steve’s senior year, maybe post S2 or maybe even a modern au, and his English class is doing a module on stage plays. They’re split up into teams and each given a play scene they must act out together and perform in front of an audience.

Eddie, who is also in the class, is given a romantic scene (I’m honestly waffling between The Crucible and The Importance of Being Earnest as both are great for different reasons, but it could be any play with a romantic scene really) but none of the girls in class offer to do the scene with him when the teacher asks for volunteers. No one wants to work with the Freak, especially not in a romance scene.

And Steve is there, stricken by the way it was so obvious Eddie was trying to pretend that it didn’t bother him, and he finds his hand shooting into the air and his mouth saying “I’ll do it.”

Anyways, after some hullabaloo, it’s settled and Steve is allowed to do the role only because literally everyone else refuses to work with him. Steve is trying to be a better person though and he can put up with the discomfort. Eddie doesn’t trust him at first, and the scene is awkward because of it, but eventually they get to know each other better and get closer.

The scene becomes awkward for a different reason entirely.

And maybe Steve’s classmates or former friends or whoever start calling Steve queer slurs and things, making Eddie uncomfortable and telling Steve he can ask the teacher for a different partner since Eddie’s sure he won’t be graduating that year again anyways, but Steve refuses to leave Eddie to the jackals of high school.

And then the sexual tension gets so great during the scene and oops now they’re kissing.

Blah blah blah and they perform the play and pass the class (but Eddie is right and he doesn’t graduate lol) and live their happily ever after or whatever idk.

But yeah, just the idea of all the girls refusing to do the scene with Eddie and then Steve volunteering despite not being a girl and not like genderswapping the character at all either, just actively playing the girl role as a girl character without making it a joke.

Maybe Steve even does a bit of drag during one of their after school practice sessions to really get into the role 👀

If you would like to continue this idea, please feel free! Just send a link to anything you write for it 😉

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Tagging my Hostage Hotties even tho it’s not a full story post:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife

@everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 11

Or: a secret Admirer AU

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10

Steve waits until everyone’s gone home to open the letter. Chrissy had ribbed him over not sharing but, no matter how supportive she is, she just doesn’t get it—she can’t. No matter what she’s shared, her and Jeff are clearly dating. And even if they hadn’t been, Jeff likes girls. The worst thing that would’ve happened is him turning her down.

With Eddie? The worst thing that could happen is total annihilation.

And Steve’s never been good at holding himself back. He cares fast, and he cares hard, and he can never quite stop, no matter what changes, or how much distance he puts between himself and the other person. Look at Nancy, and Tommy, and Carol, and his parents, and every single relationship he’s had where he’s all in, and the other person never meets him. He doesn’t even need halfway, hell, he’d take a quarter.

But even that’s never how it works out. If there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that Steve Harrington is too much, always.

So, if his fingers shake as he opens the letter, who can blame him?

But, inside is everything he could have ever asked for—Because you’re it, baby. He caresses the words, fingers trembling, heart shuddering in his chest to a beat that sounds a lot like, “maybe, maybe, maybe.”

He knows it’s stupid. This letter isn’t for Steve, not really. It’s Chrissy’s face Eddie pictured when he wrote it, Chrissy’s lips he imagined kissing, Chrissy’s hand he imagined holding. But, it’s hard to remember, when there’s such longing on the page in front of him.

He doesn’t know what to say, thoughts running too fast to pick them out and write them down. He tries, pen stuttering over the page in half-formed sentences, until he’s left with:

  Eddie —

  You don’t want to know what I

  Someone has loved you. I love

  I’ll take anything you

  Fuck

Hee crumples the letter up into a ball, and tosses it across the room toward the trash bin. He shoots, he misses, he lays down with all the lights still on.

Steve stares down at Eddie’s letter, helpless in the face of the bubbling hope, unwilling to squash it. He folds the letter back up and puts it under his pillow, hoping for dreams, just like Eddie had said.

He doesn’t.

Steve’s tired the next morning, zoning out during class, and shuffling through the halls like a zombie. Chrissy keeps sending him worried looks, and even Robin asks if he’s okay in Mrs. Click’s class, which she was right, they do share.

Steve tells her he’s just tired, and she drops it, but there’s a sad, knowing smile on her face.

It happens at lunch. Eddie jumps up on his lunch table, boots thudding loudly against its metal surface, drawing all eyes in the room toward him. Everyone looks away, familiar with his tabletop rants by now, but Steve can’t look away.

Eddie’s magnetic when he’s like this, a black hole swirling everything up in its path. Steve doesn’t want to miss a thing, barely blinks as Eddie begins the familiar walk across the Hellfire table.

“Forced conformity, folks—it’s what’s killing the kids!” he cries, clapping fast to punctuate the sentence. Across Steve’s own table, Tommy boos, gaining momentum when the people around him laugh and join in. “Oh, don’t act so high and mighty, Hagan, you’re the worst of all.”

He’s grinning, but it’s not the dimpled one. He’s just baring his teeth, a predator scenting blood. “You’re all so focused on shooting balls in laundry baskets, like that’s all there is, but guess what? You’re going to be a washed-up has-been before you’re even out of this school.”

He takes a few steps forward, eyes straying from Tommy farther up the table, making it clear he’s talking to all of them. “You don’t realize that daddy’s money’s gonna dry up, and you’ll be left with a wife and three kids you don’t even like, reliving the old glory days like they were even worth remembering.”

“Come say that to my face, Munson!” Tommy cries, standing up from the table as the rest of them egg him on.

Eddie makes a little rock and roll symbol and smirks, like that’s exactly what he wanted Tommy to say. “And you know what? That’s all you’ll deserve for the shit you’ve pulled. A sad lonely life with your sad flaccid dick.”

And suddenly, he’s looking right at Steve, gaze piercing straight through Steve and into his soft, squishy underbelly. There’s blood in the water, and by Eddie’s laugh, he can taste it. “You’ve earned it,” he says, not even blinking, his eyes so intense Steve can’t breath with it. “After all, once a jock, always a jock.”

Chrissy links their fingers and squeezes his hand beneath the table. Steve blinks, spell broken as he squeezes her back in thanks. He looks down at his remaining chicken nuggets, appetite gone.

“You okay?” Chrissy asks, barely audible with all the continued heckling.

Steve glances up just in time to watch Eddie jump down from the table and plop his ass down like none of it happened at all. He’s laughing as Jeff and Gareth pat his back, but he looks deflated, like the whole spectacle took everything out of him.

“I will be,” Steve replies, pushing his lunch tray away.

If nothing else, he has something to write now.

*** 

Eddie can’t get the look on Harrington’s face out of his mind. He’d been at the top of his game, riling the jocks up enough that Hagan had jumped up like a jack-in-the-box. But, then he’d looked at Harrington, and it’d all gone wrong.

The guy was drooping into himself, mouth down-turned, eyes like a kicked puppy. Eddie stuttered, got caught up in him, something unnameable stuck in his throat. Eddies doesn’t even know what he’d said after that, couldn’t hear himself think much less speak, until Harrington finally looked down at the tabletop and their eye contact broke. 

Now he’s stumbling over his words, trying not to even look Harrington’s way as he finishes off his speech. It lacks the usual oomph, but Eddie doesn’t care; he just wants the whole thing to end.

Eddie stumbles down into his chair, shuddering through his smile as Gareth and Doug elbow him in the side, ribbing him good-naturedly. He chokes out a laugh, and doesn’t look at the jock’s table for the rest of lunch.

The next time he sees Harrington, there’s another complication to contend with in the form of Robin Buckley, best known for her proficiency on the trumpet and quirky outfits. And now? She’s best known for attaching herself like a barnacle to Harrington’s side.

Except, if she was a barnacle, Harrington might at least try to shake her off. But, no. He just smiles at her, and whispers with her, as she inserts herself between Chrissy and Harrington like she belongs there.

Chrissy, for her part, seems to like the girl as well.

Eddie doesn’t get it, can’t comprehend what the hell’s happening, and it makes something squirmy and viscous sink into his stomach every time Buckley inserts herself between the pair, every time they smile at her.

But, they still stop to talk to him in between classes, so Eddie tries to drop it.

“It just doesn’t make sense!” Eddie cries, phone clutched to his ear, not even letting Gareth get a word out before he’s continuing the conversation Jeff had rudely interrupted by showing up to lunch. “What the hell is Harrington’s deal?”

“Dude, you’re like, obsessed,” Gareth replies, clearly talking around a mouthful of whatever after-school snack he’d chosen this time.

“Is he trying to date every girl in school at the same time?” he whines, yanking on his hair hard enough that his scalp tingles.

“You’re just jealous,” he replies, and that same squirmy feeling makes Eddie wriggle his whole body, like there’s a chill in the air.

Is the heater on the fritz again?

“Of who?” Eddie screeches before quieting down, peeking into the living room to make sure Uncle Wayne hasn’t stirred. He hasn’t, but Eddie still keeps his voice lowered as he continues hissing into the receiver. “Of Harrington? Don’t be absurd.”

Gareth laughs, “I don’t know, man, but this whole thing is just getting weird.”

“I know, right? What are they up to?” Eddie asks, ignoring Gareth’s muttered “not what I meant,” like he hadn’t said anything at all.

He never figures it out because Buckley never comes around—not to band practice, or Hellfire, or any of the other times Chrissy and Eddie (and Harrington) are in the same place. Eddie should be relieved. He’s not.

Everything is spiraling out of his control.

But, the letters keep coming, and Eddie keeps devouring them

  Eddie —

  I really liked your tabletop speech this week, even though you made fun of the jocks. Some of them definitely deserve it. Do you hate all of them, or just the bullies?

  You laughed, but it wasn’t your real laugh like when Mr. Danver accidentally said ‘orgasm’ instead of ‘organism’. I love your laugh, I thought about it all day. Kind of like when your favorite song gets stuck in your head.

  I know I’ve said it before, but I do really like you. But, if you knew me, I don’t think you’d like me. It’s okay, though. I’m stupid like that—always putting my whole heart into people who don’t feel the same.

  I’m sorry, this is probably not the letter you hoped to get. I’ll be better next time, promise.

  Yours,

  Your Secret Admirer

  P.S. Put your response in the World Atlas, the long one that they have to put sideways on the bookshelf (because no matter where you are, I’ll always think of you).

They all make something flutter within him like his lungs are growing wings and flapping themselves out of his body entirely. Even as it leaves him breathless and aching, he wants more of it, longs for it.

It’s just—she sounds so sad, lately, like she’s losing hope in this at all.

All Eddie wants to do is reassure her. So, he keeps writing back, pulling his heart off his sleeve and flinging it down on the page for Chrissy to read, hoping he’ll somehow see those same feelings reflected in her eyes.

He never does.

So, he pokes; he wheedles; he pines for a girl on a page that never quite stands before him. And he pours it all onto the page.

  Secret Admirer,

  I don’t think it’s all jocks—you’re too nice for that. But even you have to admit that a lot of the jocks are only doing it to be at the top of the food chain. Guys like Carver and Harrington Hagaon? They don’t even care about sports, they just want peons to fawn over them. But, there’s people like you, too, so maybe more of them are better than I expect.

  I can’t imagine knowing who you are and not liking you. You’re the nicest girl I know. You don’t have to tell me who you are, but if you do? I promise, it’ll all be okay.

  Yours, always,

  Eddie

  P.S. You don’t have to “be better,” baby. I just want you to be you. That will always be enough for a guy like me.

It’s not enough—something is breaking open in him that words on the page can’t quite mend.

“I’m going to ask her out,” Eddie says once Harrington and Chrissy have left the latest Hellfire session, still inexplicably coming despite never playing.

Jeff chokes on his sip of soda, coughing harshly enough that some of it comes out of his mouth and splatters onto the table.

“Gross, dude,” Doug says, but still pats his back like he’s burping a baby.

“Are you serious?” Gareth asks, tone disbelieving.

Eddie makes crazy eyes at him, trying to psychically beam all his thoughts into Gareth’s head like, yes I’m serious, and, you know about the notes, why are you looking at me like that, and, what the hell else am I supposed to do to crack this mystery wide open?

“That is such a bad idea,” Jeff cuts in once he’s got his coughing under wraps.

Eddie whips towards him, scowling at his best friend as he replies, “you’re just jealous.”

Jeff sighs, heaves himself out of his chair, says a quick, “whatever, dude,” and walks out of the room without a backward glance.

“Aren’t you his ride?” Doug asks.

Eddie flaps his hand in dismissal and replies, “forget about him,” despite his gut sinking down into his boots at Jeff’s words.

“Well, how are you going to do it?” Gareth asks, the only one of his friends to seem even remotely excited.

Eddie keeps flapping his hand and replies, “never you mind.”

That even gets Gareth to scoff, knowing Eddie well enough to know that means he’s got nothing.

But there’s a thought niggling away at his brain: why not finish this thing the same way it had begun?

On his way out the door, he drops his latest letter to Chrissy into the trash bin and doesn’t look back. He’s got a new letter to write.

*** 

“You know this is juvenile, right?” Jeff asks.

Chrissy pulls the world atlas off the shelf with a roll of her eyes.

Her and Steve had fought about him picking up the letters alone, and Chrissy had won the way she always does when it comes to matters of his safety. He’s sulking in the parking lot now, waiting for her to retrieve it for him.

But, there’s no letter behind the cover. She flips through the whole book, then shakes it, pages flapping wildly, to see if anything falls out. Nothing does. No note, at least not yet.

Steve will be disappointed.

“They’re boys, of course it’s juvenile,” Chrissy says, turning away from the shelf to make pointed eye contact.

If boys are stupid, Jeff is the stupidest of them all. She thinks she can see a tinge of red to his dark cheeks that makes her smile. Chrissy turns away to pick up her book bag where she’d left it on the closet table.

“There’s no letter?” Jeff asks, sounding surprised.

Chrissy sighs, responding, “not yet. I’ll have to check back tomorrow.”

Steve will be crushed. He’s been weird about the letters since he’d begun writing the first drafts alone. Even with the minor polishing Chrissy puts on them after, they’re Steve’s words and feelings, no matter what Eddie thinks. And it shows in the way he takes them home and pours over them for days before slinking back to her with the original letter and his response, cheeks rosy as she fixes his spelling errors.

“Eddie’s planning on asking you out, you know,” Jeff says.

There’s a clatter behind one of the shelves, but Chrissy barely notices. “He said that?” she asks, turning sharply toward him, hand still clutching her book bag. 

Jeff nods, lips pursed. God, what are they going to do? This whole thing has spiraled so far out of either of their control. Chrissy had known when she offered that there was a chance Eddie would catch on—that he’d see her leaving a note, or catch her picking one up.

Better her than Steve, she’d thought then. No matter the awkward situation she’s found herself in, she still thinks that, even more so now. Better her than Steve. Steve, who’s proven himself kinder than she ever imagined, who would be run out of town, her ex-boyfriend at the head of the mob.

Chrissy can hear someone shuffling out of sight, feet shuffling on carpet far too close for comfort, so she steps closer to Jeff and lowers her voice. 

“Do you know when?” Chrissy asks, anxiety leaching into her. She needs to talk to Steve. Flirting with Eddie is one thing, but going on a date with him? Going out with him? That’s a whole other monster.

And then, of course, there’s Jeff.

“No, he hasn’t told me anything,” he replies, something small and hurt in his voice.

Chrissy’s never had a best friend, but Steve’s given her a little taste of it, and she’d be hurt if he didn’t tell her something like this.

“He’s probably embarrassed,” Chrissy says, aching to reach out and touch, but they’re in public, and Jason could be lurking behind any corner; the last thing she wants is to put a target on another person she cares about’s back. “You’re still his best friend.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he sighs, but when she bumps their shoulders together gently, his lips quirk up.

He smiles over at her, bumping their shoulders together himself as he asks, “drive me home?” as if it isn’t a foregone conclusion. “And stay for dinner?”

That gives her pause. She can feel her cheeks flushing. Despite taking the next step in their relationship, Jeff’s never invited her in, not where his parents and brother are. They haven’t even really discussed what they are, not with this whole secret admirer thing hanging over their heads like the Sword of Damocles.

But she wants to. She wants to hold his hand in the halls, go to his house for study dates and dinner, kiss him somewhere where they don’t have to be furtive.

It’s all stolen moments with Jeff, kisses and conversations made in haste when all she wants to do is linger. So, she says, “yes, please,” and bounces out into the parking lot.

Steve isn’t there, and neither is his car.

“Maybe he went home?” Jeff asks, but he looks just as unsure as she feels.

“We’ll call him when we get to your house,” she asserts. She’s relieved when all he does is nod and follow her to her car. 

She’s got a best friend to find.

*** 

Robin knows something’s gone wrong as soon as she sees that dangerous gleam in Carver’s eyes. She knows whatever it is, it’s about to go catastrophically wrong when she follows his line of sight to where Eddie stands chatting away with one of his friends.

Still, she stands frozen, watching in breathless horror as Eddie waves goodbye to his friend, that familiar happy grin on his face as he slides into the driver’s seat of his van. Heavy music blares from the rolled-down window as his van sputters to noisy life.

When she turns back to get her eyes on Carver, he’s gone. She spots him only as Eddie peels out of the parking lot, Carver’s douchey car hot on his heels.

Robin turns and runs back into the school. She’d spotted another douchey car still loitering in the parking lot; Steve’s in here somewhere.

She checks the library first, knows from previous confessions that it’s where he and Chrissy work on most of the secret admirer notes. It’s deserted aside from a scattering of freshmen in one corner, and Nancy Wheeler arguing with the librarian about a text the library doesn’t seem to have.

She finds herself in the gym next, unsure if any sports are currently in season, but nice guy or not, Steve’s got jock sensibilities. He likes the gym. There’s a singular kid shooting baskets, but based on the rack of balls off to the side, there might have been more.

She goes to the boy’s locker room without thinking, pushing the swinging door open with sweaty palms and shaking arms.

Inside, she finds boys, all blessedly dressed.

“Ohhh!” they call juvenilely as she stands there, shocked as four pairs of eyes lock on her.

“Girl in the locker room!” someone calls; she’s pretty sure that’s Tommy Hagan’s smug voice, but she barely notices, too caught up in trying to find her boy in the mess of bodies.

“Steve,” Robin strangles out.

Her skin feels tacky with panic sweat, and in the past five minutes of searching, she’s run her fingers through her own hair enough times to leave it sticking on end. She’s sure she looks more like a troll doll than an enticing member of the opposite sex.

“He already left,” a guy she doesn’t recognize responds, eying her up and down. “But I’d be more than happy to help you out.”

As if his meaning wasn’t already clear, he bites his lip and swipes his lip like he’s wiping up drool as all the other boys start “ooooh”ing in unison again. Is that something they’re taught in elementary, or something?

She doesn’t wait for them to continue, just turns and runs out of the locker room, panic nipping at her heels.

She runs back out to the parking lot, out of places to check and desperate to not miss Steve leaving.

That’s where she finds him, leaning casually against his car like Eddie’s life isn’t at stake.

She runs so fast, limbs uncoordinated and breaths coming rapid, that she doesn’t stop in time and hit’s Steve straight in the chest. 

She bounces off, almost falling to the pavement until he grabs her shoulders and steadies her. Steve’s hands feel big on her shoulders, the pressure of his palms pushing her soul back into her body as she takes big, deep gulps.

“What’s wrong, Bobby?” he asks, already looking at her like she’s a wet puppy he’s ready to scoop into his arms and dry off with the shirt on his own back.

There’s too many witnesses, and too many damning words to be said, so all she whispers is, “you need to go, Steve.”

He wrinkles his nose, but something of the gravity of her words must sink in because he leans in without hesitation and meets her pitch as he asks, “where?”

Robin steps even closer, damn-near standing on Steve’s toes as she begins her stilted explanation.

“Jason Carver followed Eddie’s van in his car,” Robin starts, words blurring into each other in her haste to get them out. “I don’t know what he’s planning, but—“

She doesn’t get to finish; Steve bolts to the driver's side door and flings himself into his car without sparing her a second thought.  She can’t blame him.

Robin only hopes he makes it in time.

[thatbigbisexual29]

Playing with Fire gets you Burned (Buddy Daddies)

This is a fic for my best best friend @giggly-squiggily !!! It was their birthday and I wanted this to be a gift from me to her! So happy birthday girl!! (and sorry this is late 😭)

It’s very safe to say that after Rei and Kazuki's ‘retirement’ and the start of their new life, Rei became the biggest little shit anyone could have ever imagined.

With the loss of their assassin gig and a general lack of edge to their lives, the two could finally, finally relax. With all that relaxation also came freedom. Engaging in more playful activities with Miri, going to cooking classes, opening a restaurant, getting Miri into good schools, and doing a lot more things they never thought they had the time to do. Mini golf, more trips to the mall, going to aquariums, hell they even got to travel the world a few times. And their lives blossomed as well as new parts of themselves they didn’t know about. One example being Rei’s mischievous side. He didn’t show it often, but it was usually sparked by Miri’s encouragement. Or a lack of Miri in general.

There would be times where Kazuki would be minding his business when he’d be the victim of a prank or two that would come across as Miri’s signature pranks. The pranks are as follows:

Salt in his coffee when Miri didn’t drink coffee. Someone had smeared peanut butter on his shoe, making him think he stepped in poop. Miri absolutely hated anything poop related, especially jokes or pranks. On his computer, he noticed that the keys ‘b’ and ‘w’ were switched around, which he found out after commenting on his sister-in-law’s post about being a scary witch for Halloween. Miri doesn’t even know where Kazuki keeps his laptop. One day, he found a small cake in the fridge with a post-it note that said ‘SPONGE CAKE FOR REI’. Naturally, Kazuki tried a piece. Turns out, it was an actual sponge decorated with frosting and sprinkles. (He’ll admit he deserved that one.) 

The last notable prank was when he sat on a tack in his room on his chair. Miri hadn’t been home that whole day! She was at a sleepover with her friends! All signs pointed to Rei. He was thankful all these pranks didn’t happen in one day, otherwise he would have flipped out. But Rei certainly had it coming.

As Kazuki and Rei opened the restaurant that day, Rei knew he couldn’t pull any real pranks. Especially since he didn’t want either of them burning themselves on the stove. But that never stopped him from agitating Kazuki in other ways. Seeing as there were no customers and Miri was about to come down for her breakfast, Kazuki was making her favorite type of pancakes. The smell filled the house and dragged Rei from his sweeping duties and appeared behind the blond, wrapping his arms around his waist and placing his chin on the other’s shoulder.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” Kazuki asked with a grin, keeping his eyes on the food in front of him. Rei chuckled deeply which sent goosebumps up the older one’s spine.

“Heh, can’t I admire your cooking? It smells great.” Rei sniffed the air once again and let out a small hum at the fragrant odor. His arms held closer onto Kazuki’s waist and a sneaky little finger traveled its way towards his tummy.

Kazuki grunted and stood straight up as he felt something slowly circle his belly button. He’d better not, the blond thought. He did his best not to jerk away and squeal like he normally would and took in a shaky breath. A wobbly grin grew on his lips as he bit the bottom one, his hand slightly shaking as he attempted to hold the pan steady.

“R-Rei…” Kazuki started nervously. He could see the playful smile form on that bastard’s handsome face.

“Yes, Kazuki?” The former assassin replied, batting his eyelashes to fake his innocence. “Is there a problem?”

Kazuki growled then sputtered out a giggle as that tricky finger lightly scratched over his belly button. The blond choked out some adorable squealy giggles as he tossed his head back and backed up into Rei’s shoulder. Rei chuckled as he heard his partner laugh, taking the pan out of his reach and using one arm to flip the pancake in the air.

“Shohohow ohohohoff! EEP!” Kazuki squeaked as Rei dug his finger deeper into the spot. That really made him laugh. Kazuki yelled out hilariously and curled up as much as he could. Rei veered him to the side so he wouldn’t hit his head on the stove or burn himself, still smiling as he tickled the poor man.

“Rehehehehei! Let gohohoho! Wh-whyihihihihihihi?? Whyhihihi ahahahare you dohohohohoing thihihihis- wohould you GEHEHET OUT OF THEHEHEHEHEHERE!” The blond finally ripped himself away and covered his belly. His leftover giggles brought a bright smile to his partner’s face. The ravenette chuckled and turned off the heat, setting the pancakes onto a plate for their daughter, who raced down the stairs right on time.

“Good morning papas! Papa Kazuki, are you ok? You look tired,” the girl commented, eyes sparkling when she saw her breakfast. Kazuki panted a bit and glared at Rei. Rei smiled internally, forced a straight face and shrugged.

“It’s just a little jab. Grow up, Kazuki.”

Kazuki nearly lost it. He stood, about to ramble his mouth off before the doorbell chimed. Kazuki immediately faced the doorway with a warm smile and open arms.

“Welcome to the restaurant! What can we get for you today?” Rei and Miri giggled with each other behind his back. Kazuki smirked as an annoyed twitch took over his eyelid.

Alright Rei, he thought. You wanna play, do ya? We’ll see how you like it when I hit you out of the ballpark! he thought.

~~later~~

A dinner rush always had staff in panic mode. Thank god it wasn’t just Rei and Kazuki running the restaurant. Other cooks worked on food, waiters and waitresses took orders, people in the back washed dishes, everything was going well! Except…

“Gah! Kazuki, stop that!” Rei hissed as the blond man passed him once more. The man grinned and winked at his partner as he sped by, hot plate in hand. Rei grumbled and felt his side, a finger recently connecting against it that made him jump.

All night. All. Night. Kazuki had been poking his sides every. Single. Time. He passed by the former assassin. He was fed up at this point! He kept having to hide his yelps, squeaks, and jerks from his fellow staff and confused customers. Was this hell? Getting poked and squeezed repeatedly while slaving over a hot stove? By the description it certainly sounded like it!

Kazuki would sneak his hand to squeeze Rei’s side, pinch his waist, poke his ribs, slide a finger up his spine, even blow on his ears for Christ’s sake! The poor man. He was just trying to make his way through a dinner rush. Why out of all the days did Kazuki finally decide to take his (albeit, well deserved) revenge today?! Rei was torn out of his thoughts as he bit back a squeak. Kazuki had pinched his side again. In retaliation, the former assassin took his spatula and quickly smacked the blond’s backside.

“Eep!” he yelped, spinning to glare at his partner. “Now you have to go clean that! Hurry, on the double!”

Rei didn’t even try fighting back his satisfied smile. He quickly switched out his spatula and continued to cook, only Kazuki did not relent with his pokes and prods and squeezes. By the end of the night, Rei was out of his mind. He kept his cool until the two men were off the clock and properly showered. Rei, having gone before Kazuki, sat on the edge of their shared bed, bouncing his leg anxiously. As soon as he saw a glimpse of Kazuki, he was going to attack. But unfortunately for him, Kazuki was not stupid.

The blond man stepped out of the shower, refreshed and ready for the assault ahead of him. He slipped on underwear and sleep pants and made sure to only lightly dry his top half. Being slippery meant that Rei wouldn’t be able to get a proper hold on him. He also decided to play dumb.

“Oi, Rei!” he called from the bathroom. Rei grunted in response.

“Since Miri is with friends tonight, why don’t we watch a movie?” Kazuki had his back against the wall, hugging the corner in wait of who was going to make the first move.

“Sounds like a good idea.” Rei stood from his spot, fingers twitching with anticipation. “What movie were you thinking?”

“Maybe a mystery? Or a thriller would be nice.”

Rei smirked and crouched into a ready pose. “You hate thrillers.”

“Hah, you got me,” Kazuki chuckled. “You know I can’t stand the suspense!”

Kazuki curved around the doorway of the bathroom while Rei lunged for him. The dark haired man aimed for his waist in an attempt to grab and lift him, but Kazuki expected this. The blond stepped to the left then quickly twirled to the right. Rei, surprised by this, wasn’t able to react in time. Kazuki hooked an arm around his stomach and hoisted the skinnier man over his shoulder. The two had ridiculous smiles on their faces as Rei twisted in his partner’s grip, pushing at his face and back.

“Puhut me down!” Rei growled through a laugh. Kazuki let out a single ‘hah!’ and walked towards the bed.

“If you insist!” The blond man playfully slammed his partner onto their mattress and the fight for dominance began.

Rei hugged around Kazuki’s neck and tried to turn the tables but Kazuki wasn’t giving up that easy. They met halfway with them lying side by side. The blond hooked his leg around Rei’s and pushed, forcing the smaller man onto his back. They became a mess of arms, each of them trying to grab the other’s wrist to try and pin them down. Kazuki couldn’t help but laugh at the silliness while Rei had the goofiest smile on his face. After a few more minutes of this, Kazuki finally managed to hold Rei’s wrists in one arm and hold them above his head. They panted, then Kazuki began to giggle.

“Heh… whahat?” Rei asked.

“Miri’s right,” Kazuki wheezed, “we are getting too old for this.”

Both men chuckled before catching their breaths. They caught each other’s eyes before both of them blushed.

God, they thought, he still looks good. Rei shook his head and focused, still somewhat upset from the night.

Kazuki shook his head and grinned mischievously as he cracked his neck to the side. “Anything to say for yourself mister?~”

A giddy smile forced its way onto Rei’s features. He squirmed with vigor as he bit his lip nervously. His face flushed bright red as the hand hovered over his ribs.

“Kazukihihi…” giggles slipped from the former assassin's lips.

“Reiiii~” Kazuki cooed back. He slowly brought down his wiggled fingers, smiling even wider as his lover wiggled and squirmed under him in a desperate attempt to escape. He decided to stick out one finger and softly brush it back and forth inside Rei’s belly button.

Rei’s eyes shot out of his head as he pursed his lips together, shuddering and attempting to curl up to protect himself, but Kazuki’s finger was hooked. He wiggled it up, down, and swirled it around making Rei squeak and whine with a quivering smile overtaking his face.

“Oh? Is that a smile? Are you gonna giggle Rei?~” Kazuki teased, knowing his partner hated it. Rei’s face grew red very quickly as he shook his head from side to side, biting the inside of his cheek to try and quiet himself. Kazuki chuckled and softly skittered his blunt nails across Rei’s belly and sides, watching him shudder and jerk away from the ticklish feeling.

“Khhk- K-Kazuki! C-come ohon!” Rei hid his face in his bicep.

“You want me to do what?!” Kazuki said in exclamation, laughing when Rei shook his head more and chuckled.

“N-Nohoho you freheheak! Hahahahaha!” Rei couldn’t hold back any longer and laughed softly, his stomach shaking under Kazuki’s fingers.

Kazuki admired Rei. He loved how he smiled, relishing in the rare times he did. And his laugh was so funny. It was wheezy due to all his years of smoking and would sometimes cough between barks of laughter. He would be chuckling normally then suddenly switch to squeaky giggles. And when you tickled his neck, he made the funniest gargled laughs while trying to shove you off.

Kazuki squeezed his belly with one hand which made Rei wheeze and arch his back, his feet kicking against the mattress and sending the blankets askew.

“Hahahahahaha! Kazukihihihihihi! Plehehehehehehease!” Rei pleaded.

“Sorry, Rei. I can understand what you’re saying! I better get my giggle translator ready~” Kazuki grinned evilly as he saw the panicked look in his partner’s eyes, pulling up Rei’s shirt.

“H-Hey, no! Please don’t- Kazuki! No!” Rei tried to sound angry, but nervous giggles got in his way. Kazuki chuckled and held Rei’s hip down.

“Attaching giggle translator in five…”

“K-Kazuki- let’s talk about this! Here- I can work the register every night! For a week!”

“Four…”

“Okay- wh-what about dish duty? You can stick me on dish duty for a month! Yeah! That works doesn’t it??”

“Three…”

“I’ll give you a foot massage after every shift!”

“Two…”

“Kazuki please!”

“One!!” Kazuki pressed his lips to Rei and blew a big fat raspberry on his tummy. 

Rei screamed out a laugh, thrashing as if his life depended on it. Raspberries were his number one weakness. Plus, Kazuki grew that stupid little goatee which only added to the tickling.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!”

“Hmm, I didn’t get a good signal. Once more!” Kazuki laughed and pressed raspberry after raspberry, watching as Rei’s face burned red with tears of mirth gathering in the corners of his eyes. He laughed and laughed and laughed, eventually pulling his wrists free and pushing at Kazuki’s head.

“Hehey wait! I wasn’t done translating!”

“Yehes you ahahare!”

The two men began to wrestle again, both of them laughing like kids as they tousled, tickling each other as they went.

After a while, they both lay and panted on the mattress, red faced and slightly sweaty. Rei looked over at Kazuki with a dumb grin on his face.

“Sorry for all the pranks… got a little carried away…” he huffed. Kazuki smiled back and shook his head.

“Don’t worry… I’ll get you back…”

[riflebrass]

Yeah that was basically it. Walt was an absolute genius chemist. In grad school he and his friend Elliot started a company called Grey Matter. The idea was that Walt develops incredible chemical compounds and Elliot markets them. Walt's girlfriend at the time, Gretchen, left him for Elliot. He was pissed at both of them so he left the company and sold his half of the company for practically nothing. The company would manage to be a huge success and Elliot and Gretchen would become billionaires.

Fast forward about 20 years and Walt is now a chemistry teacher and he absolutely fucking hates it. The chemistry itself is so basic is boring because he's teaching entry level stuff to teenagers. The job might be rewarding if he were reaching some kids who were fascinated by this stuff and eager to learn... but they're teenagers. They don't give a fuck about any of that. Worse yet this job pays so little that it's not enough to make ends meet. Walt has to work a second job at a car wash that he fucking hates. Being a cashier isn't so bad, but when they're shorthanded they need him to work outside washing the cars and he finds that demeaning especially when a customer is one of the kids from class. Absolutely disgraceful.

So if Walt is such a genius chemist why doesn't he work for some other R&D company? Why did he completely give up on that dream and settle for a life he absolutely hates? The series doesn't really ask that question let alone give a direct answer so fan theory here. If you watch Walt work he has a toxic and volatile personality. He is aggressive and belittling to everyone around him. The guy knows his shit but he will do anything he can to get his way except play nice with others. My guess is he developed a reputation in the industry that he was so awful to work with that everyone decided he was more trouble than he was worth.

So enter the cancer diagnosis. He doesn't have money for chemo, he doesn't have health insurance, he is taking a long hard look at his own mortality and how he's wasted his life doing things that made him miserable. Before he even tells his family what's going on his brother in law comes to visit. Homeboy's in the DEA and brought a slideshow to show off a meth lab he just raided. Something clicked for Walt in that moment. Cooking meth is chemistry. The local talent is laughably bad at it. He could very easily be the best meth cook in the world. Despite the challenges of making the best crank out there the job itself isn't very respectable in modern society. People would hate him if they ever found out, and honestly a part of him still thinks it's wrong, but if he has cancer he's doing something really shitty for a good reason. He is living on borrowed time and when he finally dies his family will be in a really bad spot financially between his medical bills and funeral expenses. If he can just scrape enough money together to cover his expenses and maybe leave them with a little something for the future is that really such a bad thing?

And then we come back to Elliot and Gretchen. It's Elliot's birthday and Walt's wife makes him attend the party. By now Walt has told his family about the cancer and his wife thinks with all their money they can help him. Elliot knows Walt. He's a very prideful man. Just offering to pay his medical bills outright won't work so he offers Walt a job. It's just what he wanted. A big R&D think tank job where he can think of all the ways to save the world and discover new chemical mysteries. There's just one problem. Walt is not the boss. He's still bitter at Elliot for what happened and doesn't want to work for him. He also quickly realizes that his wife told them all about the cancer and it's just a pity job. This infuriates Walt so he tells Elliot to go fuck himself.

In the very last episode Walt's final conversation with Skylar he admits that he did it all for himself. He was good at it and it made him really feel alive. The idea that he was trying to afford cancer treatment or even trying to provide for his family was all a load of crap. When presented with a way out he refused because he wanted to be the big man in charge.

When I see Breaking Bad memes and people making jokes like "lol if only they had universal healthcare" I get it, but I always just go:

[resident-idiot-simp]

Deadpool was notorious around the mansion, he was almost unanimously disliked by the staff and only a few students were fond of him. However, with the miraculous resurrection of Logan Deadpool became a common site by the feral’s side and in the school.

It didn't take a genius to realize that Deadpool was really only there for Logan. And the most surprising part was Logan didn't seem bothered by this. The teachers were convinced there was some foul play because they said Logan would never have hung out with Deadpool. Students disagreed however because they had seen how the mercenary and mutant interacted.

They talked like they had known each other for years It however didn't explain how Logan the gruff standoffish asshole and mouthiest person in existence got along so well. It became the talk of the school for weeks when Logan had smiled at one of Deadpool’s jokes.

And that wasn't to say Deadpool didn't have friends at the mansion, he did a teacher, and a few students could be regularly seen talking to him (not against their will). However, he always seemed to gravitate back towards Logan almost like they were tied together by an invisible string. It was rare to see them not within a few rooms of one another almost like it was painful to be apart.

No one knows what to think of this truly. They expect Logan to just stab him one day in the middle of class, but he never does.

That isn't to say they don't constantly threaten to do that to each other along with much more graphic things because they do. Students assume it's jokes, but they can't be completely sure because well…they are both immortal.

Rumors started almost immediately after people realized how close Logan and Deadpool were. The rumors were vast and encompassing because no one was quite sure what to make of it or what it meant. Logan had probably heard some of them, but he never commented on it, never hinted at anything. People were just left in the dark and it became THE mystery to solve.

Continue on Ao3

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Keiji yapping p1. Will be tagged!! maybe even a master list when I'm done...

tw....body/gender dysphoria....family problems...internalized transphobia...panic attacks

@kitchenaidmixer02 hi....in return here's keiji....

Keiji grew up in a small household. His dad wasn't present so it was just him, his older brother and his mom. they weren't rich, but they werent nessicarily broke either. A nice solid middle ground. His mom worked days and nights so his brother would have to take care of him.

When Keiji was around 10 is when it started.

Keiji hated the way he looked in the mirror. It was too much. He didn't get what he was feeling but he told himself it was just him being a tomboy or smthn like that. so he went on....

and of course his feelings got worse. Probably one of the worst eras of his life was junior high/middle school. That's when he started to dress and present himself hyperfeminenne (???I can't spell). He was trying to convince himself that "no. I am a girl!!! I am!!!" but he'd go home everyday and stare at himself in the mirror and start crying and panicking. One day, it happened during school. He ran to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall, struggling to breathe. He wanted to rip himself out of this body, he'd rather do anything than look feel like this for another day. oh!! but someone heard him!!! a girl named Himeko, same grade as him and only in about 2 or 3 of his classes. She manages to console him from outside the stall, until he eventually comes out. They formally introduce themselves, and so starts a friendship! And soon enough, more than a friendship.

Himeko became his girlfriend and eventually the one to help him transition. As keiji started to dig himself deeper into the "I can't be a boy because I'm a girl" pits, Himeko had taken note of his behavior and quickly took action. She confronted him about his increased absences and isolation until he just. broke. It was at his house and his mom and brother were both out. He confessed his pain to her, how he hated the way he looked and felt, how he felt ashamed for hating his body but just wanted to rid himself of it. Himeko took im his words, and Keiji thought that she'd despise him, view him as offputting and creepy and all that..but she then just flat-out asked

"Do you want to be a boy?"

"w-what? I dont-..kn.."

"but you don't want to be a girl, right,"

"...no..."

".."

"I guess...being a boy would be pretty nice...:

"ah...you're trans!!"

"what. I..guess??"

She consoled him afterwards, and not only did she give him his haircut and was rhe one to dye his hair..but she also gave him his first binder :333 he started to borrow his brother's clothes and yes, a while later he came out to his mom. Everything was golden, he felt great, his mom was supportive and helped him and even helped him out with a name change. how wonderful!!!

Things were lookin swagger and eventually it was time to go on to high school!! things were peachy and yeah yeah. Keiji even started a band!!!

2nd year of high-school, however, both himeko and keiji decided to break up. not because they hated each other and allat, no, they just thought it'd be best. Oh and himeko likes girls. They still agreed on a platonic partnership, and still loved each other very much. Himeko was there for him, and keiji was there for her. Himeko was especially there for him when that day happened and the band broke up, and he immediately got the news that he was moving right after it happened. They promised to stay in contact, and that brings him to his 3rd year of hs and first year of kamikou!!!

while he's do a lot better, and he's in pretty good shape as of recently, he's still prone to just skipping school or isolating and stating in bed all day. He's planning to take a gap year before he heads off to college :3

[nightmares-like-thunder]

I was going to rant on the tags but i got fired up writing them so here goes instead

I'm taking a class on comprehension and production of scientific texts and we're studying a paper about why university students can't write and it argues that students hate writing because during their formative years the education system never gave them the tools to understand texts and write correctly, it was more of a "oh just focus on the content and you'll learn the format later, in the next grade" but then they were never taught and so students get to college and they have to do research or a thesis or long writing assignments and theyre evaluated on something that was never taught to them, so they struggle

And so in class we're arguing about this and chat gpt comes up and students say "hey i love that thing", bc of course people invented the machine-that-writes-what-i-tell-it-to-write, and not only does it do the work for them but it also fixes what they write so they assume this is foolproof, but they dont have the ability to distinguish something that is well-written from something that isn't, and teachers honestly dont have the time to proofread every single assignment so they get away with it

So what at first was "i know the content but i dont know how to write it" becomes "i dont need the content because something else is already going to write it for me" and so they stop learning altogether, theyre not reading or writing or taking notes because they have the school-machine right there in their phones

It's extremely frustrating because they see reading and writing and something that they need to do for the teacher instead of for themselves, like dude idk how to explain to you that the teacher already knows this stuff, youre the one that needs to learn this, you signed up for this degree voluntarily (and im an astronomy student, research is the entire purpose of the field), and they get defensive saying like "what so am i just supposed to fail if i cant write a paper?" YES FOR FUCKS SAKE IF YOU CANT PUT YOUR THOUGHTS INTO WORDS YOU NEED TO TAKE CORRECTIVE ACTION, YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO READ AND WRITE AND DO RESEARCH BECAUSE THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE INTERESTING FOR YOU

It's simply fucked up how people are okay with not being able to read or learn through anything that is not a teacher talking to them like theyre 5, or now, a tiktok with subway surfers playing on the back while AI reads a reddit post, like fr youd realize that your degree is extremely interesting if you had the willingness to get a little bored and a little frustrated

The teacher said she struggles to find papers that are short enough for us to analyze in class because she knows we can only read a few pages and anything too long will just be put through chat gpt and summarized, so the longest thing we've read has been around 12 pages

People who cannot read more than 12 pages are reaching college level classes and forcing teachers to dumb down their content bc if they failed everyone (AS THEY SHOULD) it could jeopardize their jobs

This is,,, more than ever,,, the bad place

do you have any ideas about why so many students are struggling with literacy now? I know that illiteracy and reading comprehension have been issues for years and most americans read at like a 5th grade reading level but I’m curious why it seems to be worse now (pandemic? no child left behind?)

It is everything. There’s not one answer. I could talk about this forever so instead I set a five minute timer on my phone and wrote a list of as many of the many things that are causing this on a systemic level that I could think of:

It’s parents not reading with their kids (a privilege, but some parents have that privilege to be able to do this and don’t.)

It’s youtube from birth and never being bored.

It’s phasing out phonics for sight words (memorizing without understanding sounds or meaning) in elementary schools in the early aughts.

It’s defunding public libraries that do all the community and youth outreach.

It’s NCLB and mandating standardized tests which center reading short passages as opposed to longform texts so students don’t build up the endurance or comprehension skills.

It’s NCLB preventing schools from holding students back if they lack the literacy skills to move onto the next grade because they can’t be left behind so they’re passed on.

It’s the chronic underfunding of ESL and Special Ed programs for students who need extra literacy support.

It’s the cultural devaluing of the humanities in favor of stem and business because those make more money which leads to a lot of students to completely disregard reading and writing.

It’s the learning loss from covid.

It’s covid trauma manifesting in a lot of students as learned helplessness, or an inability to “figure things out” or push through adversity to complete challenging tasks independently, especially reading difficult texts.

It’s covid normalizing cheating and copying.

It’s increasing phone use.

It’s damage to attention span exacerbated by increased phone use that leaves you without an ability to sit and be bored ever without 2-3 forms of constant stimulation.

It’s shortform video becoming the predominant form of social media content as opposed to anything text-based.

It’s starting to also be generative AI.

It’s the book bans.

what did I miss.

[kryptznnn]

♡/♛- It's Been A While [IV]

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➸ INTERESTS; -mha!shouta aizawa x quirk-using!freader

➸ BACKGROUND; - after an attack at the high school you studied in, you were requested by your work firm and the firm of that school to work as a teacher there for extra security, incase an attack were to occur again to protect the students (and teachers). Unfortunately, it won't be as easy as you expected when you rekindle with old friends, and a specific someone.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 6.4k, romantic tension, sexual tension, little bit of angst, mentions of past trauma and nightmares, mentions of injury, blood, blood loss, alcohol consumption, stitching injuries, kissing, grinding, groping, sexual themes, arousal.

➸a.i; - woo update!! also i am so sorry this chapter is so long i promise it's worth it. currently working on 2 submissions that should be posted later today!! and i should actually publish the entire jjk master list (fr fr this time)

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♡/♛- It's Been A While [III]

♡/♛- It's Been A While Masterlist

You grabbed your friends' hand as you began to make your way towards the entrance of her house, screaming for help. You couldn't remember what caused all of this commotion, but her house was currently on fire, and you knew you had to get out as soon as possible.

To your surprise it seemed you had shrunk a bit, keeping the same height and size you did in high school. You were wearing your uniform as you gripped your friends' hand tighter. She was stuck underneath a piece of her house that had trapped her, till today you were never sure what it was.

Whatever it was in the moment you didn't care, you were panicking, and she was too, so you did the only thing you knew what too. Although you used your quirk to a great extent on the hot wood, you hadn't suffered any great burns to your skin, but the aftermath had been carried with you forever.

As the piece that had trapped her was connected to the entire house, transforming it meant doing the same to whatever and whoever was in physical contact with it. Thankfully she survived, losing her leg in the process, but the rest of her family hadn't, and that grief stayed with you permanently.

You begged and cried pleading how you could still save them, you could fix it. Tears clouding your vision as the entire house and all else around it turned to sand, leaving you both to see the outside with firefighters and police officers along with the large night sky as she screamed in pain.

You shot up, tears streaming down your face now as you woke up. It was just a dream, the same dream as before. With the same friend you kept having hallucinations about, over time after the incident the two of you split apart and you never heard or saw her again.

You caught your breath as the grip you had in your bed sheets loosened a bit, bringing your hands to your face and wiping your tears. You sniffled softly as you turned to the side and grabbed your phone, unplugging it as you checked the time.

9:16am

You were supposed to stop by the embassy today to meet with your boss. Today was a working day for you, aside their being no classes today your jobs never finished. You dug around your bags for your uniform and spare underwear and made your way to the bathroom, using your hygiene products that you had unpacked the night prior.

As you let the water in the shower cool you off you couldn’t shake off the feeling of your nightmare. Having to relive the same experience over and over again never got better, no amount of therapy or medication helped either.

Then you thought of Shouta, and what had happened last night. Your face was flushed remembering how he brought the pill up to your lips, and how he looked at you. How close he leaned into your face and how his hands never left your side.

Nothing was making sense to you, especially now of all times. If anything, your life seemed to be taking a crazy movie plot path, having crazy powers, changing jobs to help people and use those same crazy powers more often. Then the job being the same exact one your ex was currently attending, and now moving in with him last minute after a home invasion.

You shook your head as you pinned your hands to the walls of the shower in front of you. You finished up within the shower and got ahold of the towel hung on the rack, drying your body off before stepping out and removing the shower cap you wore.

You were now fully dry, you began to put your uniform on, taking a little while longer as your body was still sort of damp. The uniform was tight, but not too tight to be of any concern or discomfort, plus it made you look nice, so you’d never complain about it.

As you grabbed your makeup bag and began applying your supplies to your hair your stomach growled. You only reminded yourself you’d find something to eat before leaving as you still had your hair to maintain.

As you unraveled your hair and fixed it up in a way you seemed fit, you took one last look in the mirror smiling to yourself as you cleaned up and put everything away. You made your way back to your room and grab your utility belt, you looked at your hat for a minute before deciding to not wear it.

As you walked through the hall you smelled something sweet, you weren’t sure what it was, but whatever it was had to be good. You thought for a moment of Shouta, he must’ve been cooking in the kitchen. You checked the time again on your phone before placing it back in your pocket.

10:48am

You had nearly an hour to spare before making your way to the embassy, knowing the drive was roughly 20 minutes meant you had less time than that actually. You sighed to yourself as you made your way into the kitchen and placed your bag down, retreating back to your room as you realized you left your car keys behind.

It seemed as if every time you walked back and forth from the kitchen to your room the route had been longer. Maybe you were just extra lazy this morning or something had changed overnight, who knows.

“Good morning” you heard Shouta say to you, you turned to look at him. He was making pancakes, and by the looks of it he hadn’t even turned around to look at you. You frowned slightly, it was all too knowing that he was still upset over last night's events, but all you could do was swallow it down and move on.

“Good morning” you replied, a little cheer in your voice hoping he would catch onto it. Thankfully for you he did, because he soon turned his head to take in your appearance. “How did you sleep?” You asked as you made your way past him, walking behind him slowly and making your way to the cabinet that held mugs.

His eyes followed your figure, squinting slightly as he saw you hold in a chuckle when you did open the cabinet. He barely had 10 of each mug, cup, or bottle within it, it had reminded you of your own apartment. It’s not like you needed a lot of no one ever came around and you lived alone.

“I slept well, what about you?” He asked, now turning his head back to his work and placing the pancake out of the pan and into a plate, alongside some eggs. You began pouring coffee and creamer into a cup before answering.

“Pretty good” you said without hesitation, set aside from the nightmare you had you had gotten a lot of sleep. Honestly you needed it for the day you had planned ahead, especially since you had to go to the embassy.

As you made your way back behind him over to the dining table his eyes were locked onto you again. He wasn’t sure what it was about you this morning, but whatever it was he liked it. Whether it was your hair, maybe a different way you did your makeup, or maybe even your hairstyle and the way your uniform looked on you he loved it.

He must look like a creep for staring at you for so long, but he didn’t really care. In some sense he was able to realize what made him fall in love with you to begin with years ago. Maybe he was harsh and closed off because he knew he was too weak to handle it.

Not maybe, definitely, he was definitely too weak within the romance department to try with anyone else or try again. So, when you had bumped into him in the teachers' lounge earlier within the week it’s as if all of his old emotions came back at once.

Truth is he knew you were coming, everyone did. As a staff member he was obliged too, but he never expected to see you so soon let alone bump into you. It’s as if you had changed so much, but at the same time not at all in just a few years. Maybe it wasn’t even his old feelings for you coming back, they probably never left.

He just kept them buried, the same way you did. Prioritizing everything else over how he felt in order to get the job done. Hizashi had even teased him about the fact he kept group photos from all of you guys together in his desk drawer and bedroom. He could handle being ridiculed all the time by his friend, it didn’t matter to him.

But you did, you always had mattered to him. So, when he heard the news of what had happened downtown a few weeks ago with a train hijack he was on the edge of his seat as he heard your name. He was surprised honestly, hearing you were down there and had dealt with the situation alongside your colleague.

Wasn’t the entire reason why you had left and joined a new branch of workforce to remain hidden? Now you’re on national television, at a scene acting as some sort of hero saving innocent civilians downtown. Could’ve just been a case of wrong place wrong time, but still the use of your quirk was surprising to him.

If anything from what he remembered you hated using it after high school, or at least that’s what you told him before you had broken up with him. He hadn’t done much to get over the breakup, if you could even say that he had gotten over it. His friends attempted to get him dating again or even hook up with someone to blow some steam off, overall, he ended up taking it as a last-minute resort.

Simple one-night stands once in a blue moon helped occasionally, but when he went in one night too drunk to comprehend that the woman he was sleeping with wasn’t you, he lost it. He swore to himself he wouldn’t get that drunk again or go out so willingly just to hook up with others, because he knew what he was doing was dangerous.

He hadn’t gotten over you and honestly, he was never going too, because he didn’t want too. If there’s anything you knew between your time of being friends with Shouta and dating him, it was that he was a stubborn man, too stubborn for his own good. So, if he says he wants something or shows he does, he’ll do anything to get it, no matter how many times he may lose it.

Like you.

“Here’s your breakfast, the syrup should already be on the table if you want any.” He spoke softly, picking up one of the two plates beside him and placing it in front of where you sat. As you thanked him, he made his way back into the kitchen, grabbing silverware for you to eat with.

As you cut up your food and began to eat, he watched you from the corner of his eye. You seemed happy and bashful, he could tell you enjoyed the food, but he enjoyed watching as your lip stick smeared on your silverware and off your lips.

Maybe it was lip liner, who knows. Whatever it was he liked it, it suited you really well. Maybe the lip gloss you had coated on top was scented, or even flavored. He froze and turned his head to the side, gritting his teeth as he realized what he was doing.

Leave it up to him to make things awkward and informal because he can’t control himself. He had caught your attention now from the movement he just made, you turned to look at him, asking if he was alright. He only hummed in response and said he was fine, only a small headache from staying up too late last night.

Yeah right, a headache, as if the tone of his voice was believable enough to even pass his lie. He shook his head and made his way to the table, sitting on the opposite side of you with his silverware in hand.

As you ate you watched him, his biceps flexing slightly as he picked up his fork to eat. You then locked eyes with him when you looked up and being the first to break it looking down as you got your mug, taking a sip of your coffee.

You quickly got up and placed a napkin over your plate as you finished the coffee. Now taking the cup and placing it in the sink as you left the plate to the side. Shouta cocked a brow at your quick reactions before speaking.

“You’re already leaving? You haven’t finished eating yet.” He said, watching you as you practically spun around in the kitchen, cleaning your cup before drying it and placing it to the side.

“I have to leave now if I wanna make it on time, I have a long day ahead of me.” You stated simply, not even bothering to look at him as you arranged everything. He hadn’t known anything about your schedule, but honestly, he didn’t need too. Even if you did leave now you would’ve gotten to the embassy early, you just knew with how thick the tension was between the two of you it was only a matter of time before things went sideways.

You hated the tension, but he loved it, he loved how fidgety it made you and how you always were the first one to break eye contact or physical contact. You were quick to stop talking and even quicker to look away or leave, but right now he didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stay, enjoy breakfast with him at least, as friends, right? Yeah, as friends, if he could convince himself he had only felt a friendly way with you maybe you’d stay.

Or maybe you were lying to him about your whereabouts and where you would be. You had your work uniform on, so it was obvious you were heading to the embassy, but this early was insane. An idea came to mind as he smirked softly before parting his lips.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asked, already picking up his mug as he saw your shocked expression. He attempted to hide his smile but couldn’t, now resorting in a chuckle before sipping his coffee. You froze slightly as your confused expression now turned to your brows furrowing.

“No, I don’t have any time too, and even if I was, I don’t think I would’ve accepted your offer.” You stated, now crossing your arms as you heard him chuckle. “Why are you asking?” You pointed out, he only shrugged and ate some more.

“Js’ curious” he said, placing the cup down as he watched your movements. You only scoffed and smiled at yourself shaking your head. You made your way over back to the dining table and grabbed your belongings before saying your goodbyes and waving.

He waved back to you and wished you a safe trip as you left. He took note of how your shoes clicked when you turned to leave, and how you walked in your uniform. You seemed powerful just by your walk, and that’s because you were. Don’t even get him started on how your perfume lingered even after you had left, bringing a smile to his face.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with himself if you did decide to stay around.

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“The L.O.V.? That’s crazy. Even if they did get ahold of me how would they even think to get me to abide by their dirty work.” You asked, huffing as you sat back in the chair across from your boss's desk. He only moved the papers in front of him to the side before speaking again.

“By force, abuse, using hostages, doing what villains do in today’s time to get what they want. You might not see it or realize it now, but your quirk has a range of possibilities and potential. As you don’t use it often now you probably don’t see it, but in the wrong hands it could be catastrophic.” He said, moving his hands around as he spoke, you lowered your head and slumped back in your seat.

Things were not going to get better anytime soon, and it made you sick to your gut that he was right about all of this. It’s one thing for villains or vigilantes to be after you, but the largest and most dangerous crime organization was insane. You couldn’t place yourself in danger like that, you couldn’t place Shouta in danger like that.

Even though your boss told you the situation was under control and that they had something in stored you knew deep down this wasn’t going to be the last of it. If they needed you for some scheme or large plan and couldn’t get to you they’d get someone else. Yes, you were safe, but you don’t think you could live with that sort of guilt all over your sense of fear.

You listened to him continue to rant and telling you to not stress over the situation. That he himself would find an apartment or house within your budget to look into since the threat was now diminished. You reached for your phone in your pocket and checked the time.

7:44pm

Damn you’ve been here that long? It honestly hadn’t felt like it, through all of the papers you finalized and graded, to planning for your next lessons of the week and now speaking to your boss you must’ve gotten lost in time. You were snapped out of your thoughts to see your boss no longer in his chair but at your side, telling you to go back home and rest, handing you your folders and work bag.

You only nodded, thanking him for his time and hard work before taking your belongings and walking outside. The clicks of your shoes echoing in your head as you thought to yourself when you stepped out into the parking lot.

Home,

You had to go home, but it was broken into, and it didn’t feel safe anymore. You didn’t necessarily have a home for the time being, but Shouta’s house was nice. He must feel very happy and cozy at his home, you did too occasionally. You quickly smiled to yourself as you unlocked your car and sat inside before starting it and going on your phone.

You had put in the navigation towards Shouta’s home and followed it, following the directions as it made you take a different route than the one you took this morning. You soon arrived, exiting your car and going over the side to get your belongings before closing the doors and locking your vehicle.

You rang the doorbell as you waited outside, the exhaustion of your day seeming to catch up with you now. You thought to yourself if you took a ‘nap’ this late what kind of consequences it would leave on you before the door opened.

“Hey, shit- I completely forgot to give you a spare” Shouta said as he opened the door wide now. You only smiled and greeted him in return as you let yourself in. He quickly closed the door and went into his bedroom before coming out and giving you a spare key, saying it opened the garage and front door. You only nodded and thanked him as you walked away and made your way to your bedroom.

You quickly closed your door, removing all your pieces of clothing and staying in nothing but your underwear as you spread across your bed, groaning to yourself. You quickly got underneath your covers as you placed your phone on your nightstand checking the time.

8:01pm.

There was no such thing as a nap now, if you were to go to sleep you wouldn’t awaken until morning. You were hungry though, that you couldn’t help. You sighed as you got up, throwing on the clothes you had slept with the night before. Careful to place the oversized white t shirt on carefully so your makeup wouldn’t stain it.

You put your slippers on as you made your way towards the kitchen, opening the fridge to find the food Shouta had cooked for the two of you last night. You quickly pulled it out and set it aside as you made your way towards the cabinet with the plates. You grabbed one and placed it down before grabbing a cup in one hand and silverware in the other. Your actions were soon shut down quickly as you were startled from a voice behind you.

“Hey, I’m heading out to patrol, I’ll be back later- “

“Fuck” you muttered, quick to cut him off as both the cup and silverware in your hands turned into small rose petals, now scattered across the floor. At least it wasn’t sand, like everything else you touched this week. Shouta cocked a brow at you from behind as you had now bent over to pick up the petals that had fallen.

As you stood up to place them on the counter by your plate, you had accidentally turned the plate into rose petals as well, cursing again. Before you were able to do anything else he was quick to use his quirk on you, without your realization. That was until you were attempting to shape the rose petals back into a plate and weren’t able too. Huffing to yourself out of frustration as you looked at your hands then the flowers scattered in front of you before turning to Shouta.

“Stop doing that, I’m trying to fix my mess” you mumbled, pointing to his eyes back and forth before motioning the flower pile in front of you. He cocked his mouth to the side as he watched you, his brows furrowing.

“You sure you can handle it? You almost turned my entire kitchen into a garden.” He said, now also pointing to the flower pile by your side. You only rolled your eyes at him and groaned before he wore a cocky smile and seized his quirk, freeing your ability to use yours.

You apologized for making such a mess with his things and he only blew it off, apologizing for startling you so badly. As you crafted the past roses into utensils and dining necessities Shouta said his goodbyes, you told him the same in return and told him to be safe as you’d be waiting for his return.

Maybe you lied just a little, because after eating you sat in the living room on the couch, playing something to attempt to keep you up. Eventually you ended up drifting off to sleep for a while before you heard the front door open with a slam, not nearly startling you, just arising concern from you.

You stood up as the TV continued to play, walking over to the kitchen and reading the time, as you had done countless times before. Furrowing your brows as you attempted to get a clearer version of it through your tired eyes.

1:52am.

You sighed to yourself as you heard rough footsteps and clatter from the front door. Turning on the lights that blinded you temporarily as you squinted before making your way over to Shouta. You hadn’t expected him to enter so loudly, you had always taken him as the quiet kind.

“Hey, you’re here so la- oh my god. Shouta.” You were quick to cut yourself off, now taking in his exhausted and injured state. He was hunched over by the wall, sinking down to at least your height level, if not lower as he groaned, his hand applying pressure to his upper abdomen as his skin was tainted with blood.

Honestly you were concerned for him with how much blood he had lost because you could smell it, and it made you feel dizzy almost. You were quick to come rushing to his side, kicking the door shut with a slam as you hunched his other arm over your shoulder, making your way to the living room as you sat him down.

The two of you hadn’t expressed any words with one another as you sprang into action. Taking the small white unused washcloths from your bathroom with a large bowl of water from the kitchen. You stacked up countless number of things as he laid, keeping pressure on his injury as he had before.

Before he knew it you were back in front of him again, various items were scattered across the floor beside him as he watched you. You kept your head down as you pulled your hair back into a bun, taking a pair of gloves, you had kept in one of your bags and putting them on.

You took a deep breath as you watched his figure, his eyes clenched as he began to sweat. He must’ve been in a lot of pain, and whatever he had gotten into got him good. Good enough to the point where he didn’t even want to say what it was or what had happened to him. Now was probably one of the hardest parts to come before you did anything else, you swallowed softly before you spoke.

“I um, I have to take these off... is that okay?” You asked, pointing to his onesie and scarf. He only grunted and nodded in response, practically doing you the favor as he took his spare hand and yanked the scarf from his neck. Now taking in the tip of his zipped onesie into his mouth and biting down to pull it up as he unzipped it with his other hand, revealing his body underneath.

If this man wasn’t currently in pain and bleeding out in front of you, you might’ve done something unspeakable. You looked away as he undressed, taking a deep breath and reminding yourself he was your patient first and foremost, let alone your ex-boyfriend that you had set boundaries within your head against.

Now was not the right time for your body to act crazy as if it had never seen a man’s body before, you’ve seen countless, pictures, videos, in person. This shouldn’t have been a big deal, just help him out, patch him up, and you both go to bed. It seemed easy enough when you envisioned it in your mind.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard Shouta curse underneath his breath out of pain as he finished moving his suit. He had pushed it down and taken his arms out, his entire top half free. Your eyes trailed down quickly taking in his form in front of you, you weren’t sure if he had done it on purpose or accident, but his clothing being pushed down to his v-line and the liner of his boxers being shown wasn’t helping you.

It’s as if everything you had told yourself earlier to have some sense of self control had just simply vanished. You swallowed down the feelings you had, the one in the pit of your stomach, the one on your face, and the one between your legs before reaching down and grabbing one of the washcloths.

You drowned it in the large bowl of water you had before squeezing it and looking up at Shouta for reassurance. He only nodded and placed his hand behind him for balance, as he kept his bloody one within his lap as he had man spread on the couch from a horizontal angle.

As you placed the damp cloth on his open wound to clean all of the access blood, fresh and dry he hadn’t moved an inch. His gaze was focused on you and every movement you made, how delicate and gentle you were with him. As you finished wiping him off you dipped the now bloody cloth in the water you had, watching as it turned from an orange color to something darker now, before squeezing it and giving it to him to wipe his hand.

You soon grabbed rubbing alcohol, pouring some in the cloth he was using to fully get everything off of his hands. As he finished you grabbed a clean cloth now dousing it in enough alcohol until the smell made your eyes water. You closed it, securing the cap tightly before looking over at Shouta, the damp towel in your hand.

“If it hurts really bad you can hold on to me, I’ve done this with my colleagues in the embassy, and they say it helps.” You stated, shooting him a cheerful smile as you tried to lighten the mood, he took a breath before taking a handful of his hair and brushing it back out of his face as he looked at you. Now placing his hand down as he took out the one you had offered before getting to work.

He hadn’t winced or flinched as hard as you expected him too, even when you dabbed the alcohol over his now red and inflamed wound. He kept his composure, or at least you thought. His breathing was heavy as he squeezed your hand slightly, causing you to pause for a split second to look up at him in his eyes before going back down to work.

If he wasn’t in so much pain right now, he would’ve kissed you for sure. He missed this and he for sure missed you, he missed your caring attitude for him and your touch.

Oh, your touch was enough to drive him insane and he knew it, he also knew that he drove you insane too. So, when he saw your reaction to him taking off his suit, he knew there was still a chance with you. He was focused-

No,

Enticed by the way your hand glided over his body so smoothly, even with the gloves you had on he could feel it. Feel how warm and sweaty your palms were through the gloves, and how you had kept the manicure you had done fresh with it.

He didn’t want this moment between the two of you to end, the tension was there now more than anything. He knew better than to go to a hospital, that’s why he came straight here and mumbled to you the entire time you escorted him to the couch not to call for them.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment or the amount of blood he had lost but his heart was pounding, harshly. It could’ve been the swigs of wine you had also kept on the side for him as you worked on his sculpted body. Whatever started it he hoped you hadn’t heard his heart ready to beat out of his chest, embarrassment flushing his cheeks through the pain.

Now the two of you had moved onto the much harder part of this. It was time to seal his wound shut, and honestly you were sure you had gotten a reaction out of him because he had let go of your hand and began to drink more of the wine you he picked up from the counter. As you finished soon after you grabbed the small pair of sewing scissors you had, cutting the thread before placing them all to the side.

You dabbed his wound yet again with a mix of hydrogen peroxide and rubbing alcohol before grabbing the large pair of bandages you had ‘borrowed’ from your bathroom as you both began to wrap his body up. Making loops around his upset and lower abdomen several times before you cut it and taped it together, making sure it was tight enough to keep the wound compact, but loose enough for him to relax and breath freely in.

As he stayed on the couch, he fixed himself properly, changing positions and was now sitting with his back against the couch's backboard. He wanted to get up and help you as you put everything away and cleaned up, the smell of the bleach from the kitchen hitting his nose, but he was instructed by you to stay put, so he did.

But as soon as you returned and sat by his side with your face only inches away from his as you repeatedly asked if he was alright, he couldn’t help himself. The last glimpse you had gotten of him was a smirk plastered on his face as he looked at you with those beautiful strained red eyes of him before he leaned in closer and kissed you.

You knew this would’ve happened, from the way he squeezed or rubbed your hand when you were patching him up. Or how this time he wouldn’t dare to look away from you no matter what you did, there was even a time where he played with your hair for a while as you wiped him down, pretending like you hadn’t known.

Now he was kissing you, and you were kissing him back, your hand quickly making way to cup his face. He wasted no time placing a hand on your upper neck and lower jaw, another one on your waist as he deepened the kiss. Even the sudden boldness he pulled had him stunned, maybe it was the wine.

The same wine that you could now taste on his tongue as he entered your mouth fully now. You couldn’t tell if it was the wine or just his lips that tasted so good, but whatever it was you didn’t want it to stop. He could feel it in the way you moaned into the kiss, you were intoxicating, and he loved it.

So, of course even through the pain he wasted no time in pulling you onto him, breaking the kiss for a split second to look at you on top of him before pulling you back into the kiss. Both of your bodies growing hot and bothered as your moans became louder now, grinding on top of him as you felt his erection poking out from underneath you.

His hands quickly made way to your lower back before cupping your ass, smirking to himself as he kissed you. Your kisses went from long and passionate to sloppy quickly, you were practically able to hear the noises you two were making.

Oh, and how neither of you wished for such a blissful moment to end. Wishing you could keep up with one another’s passion and desire until sunrise, only until it was cut short. As Shouta pulled back in pain as your knee had accidentally brushed past against his wrapped wound. Quickly placing his hand over it and hunching over slightly, hissing at the feeling.

You were quick to apologize and dismantle him, now crouching down and placing a hand on his back as you asked if he was alright. Reassuring if he wasn’t you would’ve gotten ice to help soothe out the pain. He only shook his head and sighed, putting his hand out for you to give him a minute before placing it down.

“Listen, it’s getting really late, and you need all the rest you can get to heal.” You started off, looking away as you spoke to him, you asked yourself if you sounded like a hypocrite. Telling him to get some rest when you were the entire reason he was still up in the first place. “I’m going to bed too, since I’m tired… I’ll see you later in the morning?” You said, now turn in to look at his expression.

No, that’s not what he wanted, he didn’t want to wait until tomorrow or the next day after. He wanted you now, he wanted your hands on him and your lips on his. He wanted to taste you, to touch you, and to enjoy you, and it seemed like right now you were denying his pleasure to do so, and he hated it.

He only sighed, ruffling his hair slightly before standing up and keeping a hand placed over his injury as he winced. He slowly stepped over to you, his eyes shining from the sun yellow lighting in his living room as he looked into your own eyes. As he inched himself forward to your face you almost immediately pulled back without hesitation, keeping your head down with a frown.

“Sho- “

You were cut off by Shouta now visibly upset, shutting whatever you were about to say down before saying goodnight to you harshly. Moving around you as he made his way to his room, making it known he had arrived when you heard his door slamming shut. You frowned to yourself as you turned off the light in the living room as you made your way back to your room.

Things weren’t the same as before, you couldn’t just go back to him with full embrace knowing what you’ve been hiding from your past and how important it was for you to keep work and personal things separate. He was injured for fucks sake, there was barely anything the two of you could’ve done anyways, but even so the fact he came up to kiss you just now must’ve meant something to him.

You thought to yourself as you now entered your room, checking to ensure your phone was charging before wrapping your hair and climbing in bed. You got underneath your covers with a large sigh before shutting your eyes and attempting to drift off to sleep. The entire situation of the events that had played barely 15 minutes ago replaying in your head, especially Shouta’s hurt expression after you rejected him before he left.

There’s no possible way that everything that had happened between the two of you, especially your breakup, had just been swept under the rug. As much as you wanted to pursue further with him and see where it would lead you, you knew there was a high possibility of your primary breakup happening again. Maybe things could’ve gotten way worse than they had been years back.

It’s not that easy to get with your ex, everyone knows that.

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[swamp-world]

indicator number one that i am returning to a severe depressive episode: actively searching out whump fic again

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[ugly-anastasia]

Later, Annie would wish that she had remembered to record this next bit.

But she wasn't even thinking of it. That heaviness in Divian's eyes, it wasn't a game anymore. There was a real tragedy here, and Annie wasn't even thinking of Divian as an interview subject. She was thinking of him as a friend, someone she was worried about.

So Annie didn't say anything. She just knitted her eyebrows in concern and listened.

"This place is Maria's family's restaurant," Divian began. "We both grew up coming here after school, we'd sit at the table in the corner and do our homework, and when were old enough, we both came to work here. It was supposed to be a long time before Maria even had to think about taking over. Her father was doing an excellent job of running things, and Maria was doing business classes on the side, just to be prepared for that day when he did retire. Well..."

Divian sighed. Annie had a feeling she knew what was coming next.

"It all happened quite suddenly. We thought we'd at least have a few more years with him at first, but his illness progressed faster than anyone could have predicted. Her mother wanted to sell the business, just be done with it all, but Maria was determined not to let that happen. So she took over. But I don't think she realized what she was getting herself into.

"The place was in bad shape financially. Is. Still is. But Maria thought she could turn things around. She took out some loans, reduced some of the hours, worked around the clock... she worked so hard. She loved this place. You have to understand that." Divian got a sort of fire in his eyes at that point, as though this were the most important thing to emphasize.

Whatever had happened, he clearly still loved her.

"But it didn't work. The people she took the loans from, they were not good people. Kept charging more and more interest. Started threatening her. And one day, she just disappeared. Maybe she thought all the problems would go away if she just left. I don't know. I've tried to find her, but it's becoming quite clear she doesn't want to be found."

Divian sighed and sunk further down into his seat.

"Now they come for me. These loan people. They still want their money. And I don't know what to do. I keep hoping, if I can turn this around, if I can pay them off, maybe she will come back. Because that's all I really want. I miss her." His voice broke.

It was an awful story. Annie found herself almost on the verge of tears— it was one thing to lose the person you loved, and another to be left by them, with no idea where they were or whether they were okay, picking up the pieces of their mess.

Annie reached for his hand, her expression ashen. "Divian! That's awful. I'm so sorry," she gasped. "I mean- I can't believe she would just leave you like that. All alone, to handle this by yourself. I mean, you deserve an explanation. And an apology."

"I don't even care about that," Divian admitted. "I just wish I knew she was alright."

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[artisticow]

genuinely fuck the people blaming "inbred hillbillies" for this shit..... y'all can't condemn bigotry without being bigoted yourself can you?? first we deserved hurricane helene bc we're all racist rednecks who wanna suck trump's dick and now we're also to blame for his presidency.... as if queers and poc aren't a huge facet of the american south. as if atlanta isn't the gayest fucking place around here. how about we blame the fucking corporations and the outdated government and all the old white men still in power instead of turning on impoverished people and continuing the divide of this country. fuck off

[thelesbododo]

I just realized I accidentally predicted Bakugou sacrificing himself for Deku when making up an AU fic in my head last year 😭

[etdraconis]

( ok so i have an assignment due tonight, a test tomorrow, and a paper due Tuesday but i need a mental break so im gonna try to write some while at work today. Quick question tho: some of my asks are old. Like really old. Are yall cool with me answering asks from like… 2+ months ago? No one has to continue anything especially that old. But I still wanna do them and don’t want to just like, delete them )