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[3-2-whump]

Purpose Lost, Then Re-gained

Hey everyone,

If you need a timely distraction from spiraling into despair (like me), here is a backstory I've been holding onto for ages. Thanks @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for beta-reading this!

PS, there is a reference to a previous chapter that you'd might want to brush up on, if you're unfamiliar with it

TW/CW: blood, aftermath of murder, whump aftermath (I guess?), aftermath of (sports) injury, emotional whump (depression), feelings realization (bi panic)

Out, damned spot; out, I say. One, two, —why, then ’tis time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

Nico scrubbed his hands once, twice, until they were pinkish-red from the effort of cleansing rather than from the blood. Yet he could still feel his boss’ warm blood sticking his palms to the dead man’s body and staining him to his bones. Outside the thin doors of the dock’s restrooms, he could hear Julio instructing Juicio Divino on where to hang up Tom’s body.

Thomas Costa’s body.

Nico thought he was going to be sick.

The door swung open and Julio leisurely sauntered up beside him, taking the sink next to him to wash the blood off his hands. They stood there in silence with nothing but the water running between them and a tension that could be cut with a knife.

Julio glanced over at Nico’s scrubbed-raw hands, frowning a little as he turned off the water to his sink. “You good there, vato?” he asked quietly.

“You know, it’s just kinda fucked, isn’t it?” Nico began, the words tumbling out of his mouth before his brain could make sense of them. “I literally just helped you murder a rapist, an enslaver, and an abuser, among other things. Yet, all I can think about is how that same rapist, enslaver, and abuser cured my depression and gave me a purpose to life again, and we literally just took his-”

Julio cut off his nervous babbling by placing a damp, clean hand on Nico’s. The other hand reached to turn off the sink, and then to turn Nico towards him. Forest green eyes looked down into hazel. Julio frowned, reaching gently to touch one of Nico’s many scrapes he got on his face. The guard flinched under the assassin’s tender touch. Julio withdrew his hand right away, and Nico surprised himself when he found he missed its absence already.

“We need to clean those too so they don’t get infected,” Julio murmured. He gently led Nico into a bathroom stall and prompted him to sit down on the toilet. He then exited for a bit, only to come back with a paper towel he was blotting with alcohol from his jacket flask.

“Um, actually, I don’t think booze is the best thing to sterilize wounds,” Nico tried to say.

Julio hushed him as he began gently dabbing Nico’s split brow with the paper towel. Nico gritted his teeth; that stuff stung. He inhaled a comforting scent on the next painful hiss. Julio smelled…nice… a bit like marijuana and gunpowder and musk, but nice all the same.

Julio worked his way down to the cut below Nico’s left eye, staring intensely at his face in the meantime. Nico bristled under the man’s scrutiny. He wasn’t used to being touched so tenderly, not since-

2014

He was told that the torn ligament would need surgery. That he would need to go to rehab for weeks, if not months, after the fact. That he would miss the rest of the football season.

But that couldn’t be it. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Nico Clemenza was supposed to lead St. Drogo’s to victory this season, attract the attention of university recruiters, and be offered a full-ride to Syracuse or something like that. But here he was, at the hospital, sitting between his parents, as the doctor told him his whole future had gone up in smoke.

His father had hugged him. His mother had gently wiped his tears away. That was the first (and last) time they had touched him so tenderly in a while.

-

2015

It was the second semester of his senior year, and Nico was already so sick of people asking him what his future plans were. Even his therapist asked –well, she didn’t ask, but he could sense her concern when he couldn’t come up with an answer. Half the time he just wanted to scream that he had no plan, no future, nothing, and that everything he had pinned his hopes on since he was ten years old was gone. But the most he did was noncommittally shrug and murmur a despondent “I don’t know.”

After graduation, life became a bit of a dull gray monotony. Wake up, sulk, play video games and sulk, eat when his mother insisted he come downstairs for lunch, go to therapy, come home, sulk some more until dinnertime, and then take an hour-long shower before staying up late to sulk until he fell asleep.

Nico stared vacantly at his ceiling, letting the rotation of the fan’s blade lull him into a kind of trance. On the shelves of his bedroom were pictures of his old football team, awards from the debate club, trophies from past athletic competitions–all of them remnants of a boy he used to be. He really thought he should pack them all into a box and stuff them into his closet already, but he hadn’t even had the energy for something as simple as that.

A long-haired brunette leaned over his field of vision, waving her manicured fingernails in his face to get his attention. Her eyes, which looked much like his own, stared down at him in concern. She kept waving her hand in his face. Nico finally acknowledged his sister with a grunt. She stopped waving her hand. “Jeez, you are depressed,” she said with a frown.

“Leave me alone, Jessica,” he moaned.

He was about to turn onto his side, back facing her, when a pair of firm hands with manicured nails pinned him down onto the mattress. “It’s been a whole year now,” she stressed. Nico rolled his eyes; as if he weren’t painfully aware. “Mom and dad are worried about you,” she told him. Then, a little quieter, she admitted, “I’m worried about you.”

He pushed himself up from the Nico-sized divot he made in his bed, getting into a sitting position as he stared up at his older sister. “Yeah, well, maybe once you’ve missed your shot to do the only thing you were ever good for, then you’d be depressed too,” he sniped, though his words had no heat behind them.

Jessica sat on the bed next to her brother, bringing their gazes to the same level. “Come on, you don’t mean that, do you?” she asked. When Nico didn’t answer, she continued. “I mean, you were so much more than just football captain of St. Drogo’s, Nic-Nac! Did ‘president of the debate club’ and ‘honor roll student’ mean nothing to you?”

“Yeah, you don’t really get full-ride scholarships for being the smartest smart-ass in the room, do you?” he mumbled.

“But, you do get degrees,” Jessica argued.

And Nico knew she was right, and that with his grades, he could’ve applied to any university he’d like without a hitch. But, without any true sense of what he wanted to do with his life now, let alone what he’d want to study for four years, he figured it would’ve been a waste of everyone’s time and money for him to go to college without a plan. Surely his sister would’ve remember this; she tried to get him to apply to her college several months ago.

Speaking of which… “What are you even doing home this weekend?” he asked her, changing the subject. “It’s not a holiday, is it?” He was only vaguely aware that it was even October, thanks to the Halloween decorations at his therapist’s office.

Jessica shook her head. “Uncle Mike and the new boss are visiting, so Dad wanted me to come home to sell the whole ‘happy family’ image,” she explained.

“’Happy family’ image?” Nico echoed, cocking his head in confusion. As far as he was aware, their family was perfectly normal, and the only unhappy one was him.

“And you, Mr. Nic-Nac, are the unhappiest of us all and are dragging us down!” she jokingly scolded him, as if she could read his mind. She pulled him by the arm off the bed and out of his room. “Take a shower, shave your face, fix your hair, and please change into something nice,” she instructed him. She shoved him into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. “They’ll be here in half an hour!”

-

The new boss, Mr. Thomas J. Costa, was nothing like Nico had expected. He was young, like, mid-thirties, with a polite demeanor that slipped into something more personal and friendly when his Uncle Mike was around. He was crass, talking frankly about every minor inconvenience of his day while sprinkling in enough expletives to fill the Clemenza swear jar thrice over. He was relatable; he and Nico shared the same music tastes, and Nico’s jaw dropped in awe as the Boss relayed a tale of meeting Kurt Cobain in person.

And, most of all, he gave Nico’s life direction again.

It was a couple hours after dinner, as his mom and Jessica cleaned up in the kitchen and the men smoked in the back yard. Nico had been allowed to join the men outside, but all he did was stand awkwardly around the periphery as Don Costa regaled his dad and his uncle with the antics of a new puppy he was training (if he overheard that right).

“Yeah, he’s a dense little fucker, but he’ll get it, eventually,” Thomas sighed.

“Not like my Nico over here,” his dad had boasted proudly. Nico fought against the instinct to shrink in on himself as his father waved towards his direction and all three pairs of eyes fell onto him. “Honor roll student, president of the debate club, and former captain of the St. Drogo’s Direwolves.”

Former. He’d hoped that a year later, the word wouldn’t hurt so much. Too bad, it still did.

“That so?” The Boss took a puff of his cigarette, then redirected his attention to Nico. “Hey, kid, what are you doing? You in school, studying anything?”

“Oh, n-no, um, no, I’m not. I’m not, sir,” Nico stuttered, throwing in the honorific at the last minute as he subconsciously straightened his posture.

“Well, do you want to be studying?” Thomas bore down on him, steely gray eyes sharp with ambition and gleaming with promises. “What would you study, if you were in school right now?”

Nico’s mouth opened and closed like a fish as he struggled his way through an answer, eventually landing on a painfully-exhaled “eh…”

Thankfully, the new Boss didn’t laugh, or even sigh disappointedly like his uncle just now. Instead, he looked the young man over carefully, silently appraising him for a worth that Nico could hardly find in himself. “Our company could do with a legal consultant,” he said after a moment’s pause. “Frank himself said he wants to retire by the time he’s sixty-five, which would give you about seven years or so to get a law degree and complete an internship at Costa Insurance, if that’s something you’d want to do.”

Uncle Mike glanced at Don Costa. “Tom, isn’t he a little young to bring into the-”

“No younger than you were when Grandpa Tony brought you into the fold,” Thomas answered. He stuck his palm out to Nico, inviting him to shake on it. “Well, Nico?” he asked.

-

“And after a year of not having any sense of direction or purpose, to finally be thrown that line, to be shown a future I could attain…” Nico continued rambling on, “…I just went for it!”

Julio hummed to let him know he was listening as he applied the Band-Aids to his face.

“I put my whole ass into law school, and the gym, and guard duty, and for what?” Nico asked, hopping from his seat and marching out the bathroom stall as soon as Julio stopped leaning over him. “To find out it was a lie,” he grumbled, “that the man who got me out of my depression was a hopeless, selfish, sexually and physically abusive, manipulative piece of-”

“I get it, I get it,” Julio answered, opening the door of the restroom onto the snowy night. He sighed, closing his eyes as he collected his thoughts before looking up at Nico through his lashes, which were quickly collecting snow. “I looked up to someone who later came to disappoint me, too,” he whispered. “But look, Nico –Nico!”

Nico blinked back the furious stinging in his eyes. Julio was standing close to him, squinting up at him through snow-flake jeweled eyelashes as he enunciated his next words clearly. “He didn’t get you out of your depression. You put in the work, you studied those long hours, you saw your future and you ran at it with everything you had to get it. You did all that, not him. He was just the spark, if you will, but the rest?” His tattooed hand thumped his sternum with every word he uttered next. “That. Was. All. You.”

And, for the first time since he found out the truth about Khaled, Nico felt something warm and fulfilling –pride? –swell in his chest. Julio smiled up at him. “You don’t owe anybody anything, and you should take pride in what you’ve accomplished on your own,” he told him.

Julio’s smile was wide, comforting, even. Nico’s heart pounded. It was unlike any smile he’d received from Khaled. No shy smiles that barely reached his eyes on this one; Julio’s smile was all teeth, fierce, feral, and free in its unabashed expressions. The closest Khaled ever came to smiling that sincerely around Nico was when his favorite team scored a goal, and even then, never this brightly.

Why was he only now realizing how different they were? Khaled and Julio were like the sun and the moon! Where one would quietly slink into a room and blend in with the wall, the other would kick the door open and saunter in with the calm confidence of an alley cat to take the seat at the head of the table, assuming it was not already occupied. Where one would omit information, and divert the subject to avoid talking about the things that mattered, the other would not shut up, especially about the things that mattered (justice, judgment, obligations, etc.). Where one would have to be continuously pressured into giving a half-truth after boldly lying to his face for years, the other was nothing but honest with him from the beginning. He told Nico he’d kill Thomas Costa for what he did to Khaled, and by god, he meant every word. Nico found himself falling in love with him that honesty.

But it’s not like Khaled was in any position to tell me the truth, Nico remembered, not without endangering himself or me. Still, though, it was refreshing to have someone like Julio be their true, authentic selves around him. Dare he say, Julio’s sincerity was even attractive.

But Nico liked women, okay? (Right?) At least, he thought he did. Being raised in a conservative, Italian-American, nominally Catholic organized crime family taught him that liking women was the only acceptable answer. His entire sexual history constituted women. However, Nico knew what he felt in the public restroom of that bar. Temptation. Nobody who exclusively liked women would feel temptation as Khaled stood on his tiptoes and attempted to kiss him. Yet it took everything in his power not to kiss him that night. And he found himself fantasizing about the ‘what-ifs’ ever since.

Nico first fell for Khaled, how he looked up at him with deep, dark brown eyes that a man could easily get lost in. But now, he was losing himself in Julio’s light hazel eyes, glittering a dim golden glow in the darkness of the night. His eyes panned down to Julio’s cheekbones, red from the cold (surely) and dusted lightly with stubbly facial hair. His eyes settled onto Julio’s full, smiling lips. They looked soft. Nico had no idea why he wanted to test that theory.

Is there just something about a murder that brings people together? Nico wondered. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks the longer he stared at Julio’s lips, imagining what those lips would feel like.

“You good, Nico?” Julio waved a hand over Nico’s fixed gaze, jiggling the padlock chain necklace he wore and making the links clink softly against each other. Nico unfroze, remembering why kissing Julio would be a bad idea, among all the other questionable ideas they had that night.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine,” he lied. “I just zoned out for a minute.”

Julio –Khaled’s boyfriend –opened his mouth halfway, as if he were about to call Nico out on his lie, but whatever thought flashed between those hazel eyes compelled him to shut it again. He trudged away from the restroom and towards Nico’s Jeep.

Nico exhaled a frosty sigh. Of all the times to have a bi awakening, why did it have to be with a compulsive liar and a gun-for-hire? Why couldn’t he have this realization in high school, when the options were much lower stakes? He shook his head and followed.

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[justkillingthyme]

I’m really tired so this isn’t a particularly coherent idea but Hershel having a flare up and his back is. Still kinda fucked from ambrosia. He doesn’t really say anything but des KNOWS and feels GUILT. But he can’t say anything because he’s not meant to know.

[astermath]

the harrington way･ﾟ☆

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve won’t stop distracting you from studying for your midterms. to soothe your frustrations he uses his own, supposedly more effective way of quizzing you.

word count: 3.1K

tags: kinda mean!steve, reader is in college, established relationship, oral (f receiving), a bit of a breeding kink lol, reader is a bit of a brat, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it guys) minors dni!

notes: inspired by this ask that @stevenose wrote out for me, tysm for the inspo <3 i'm a history major so I sprinkled some history trivia in there lol

please let me know what you think!

Midterms had been positively kicking your ass. You’d been working harder than the devil, spending half your time awake in the library or at your desk, stressed out of your mind. And your boyfriend was well aware of this too.

He’d tried countless times to coax you out of your room for a date, even just to go get dinner, but to no avail. You felt bad, of course, you didn’t want your relationship to suffer under the circumstances of your education. But college is a privilege, your parents both worked very hard to help you achieve your dreams, and you weren’t about to let them down.

So, you’d compromised. You let him stay in your room while you went over your last chapters for premodern history. It was supposed to only be an hour before you’d finish up and the two of you could watch a movie, but the words weren’t sticking in your mind whatsoever. Maybe you’d overworked yourself, your stress levels way beyond anything anyone could consider healthy, but you were determined to keep trying.

You groan, flipping your glasses up to rest on your head while you rub your face. The sound made Steve rise from your bed to his feet, popping up behind you.

“You ‘kay sweetie?” His large hands settle onto your shoulders, concern only growing when he feels how tense they are.

“No,” you lean your head back, and you could see his brows furrow worriedly at the sight of your eye bags, “I’m going to explode if I have to read about another another dynasty…”

“Well, don’t,” he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, “I prefer to have you in one piece.”

“And I love you Stevie,” you lean back forward, hunched over the dozens of papers on your desk, “but I prefer to pass this course. I seriously cannot retake this.”

He sighs, hands gripping a little tighter at the taut muscles of your shoulders. It was like you were an elastic band, stretched so thin you could snap any moment. You were grumpy, and it wasn’t your fault, he knew that, but he missed spending time with you. He’s not used to spending this much time apart, even if it for the sake of your studies.

“Come on,” his thumbs press into your shoulder blades, “let me help you out a little, at least.” He starts making circular motions, and you bite your lip to suppress a groan at the contact. “Let Steve’s magical hands to their thing.”

You could just hear the smirk in his tone, but there was no possible way you could be relaxing when you hadn’t even properly revised yet. “Steve, I—“ you interrupt yourself with an accidental whine from his impromptu massage. “I can’t relax right now, I haven’t even used my flash cards yet.”

His eyes flit to the pastel cards placed on your nightstand. Clearly you’d been revising a lot before bed, which wasn’t exactly helping your sleeping schedule either.

“I can help with those.”

“You?” You lean your head back again, expecting a joking grin, but instead being met with a genuine smile. Steve wasn’t exactly what one would call an academic weapon, but you’d be rude not to let him try and help at least. “Hmm… Fine, I don‘t see why not."

He gently brings you up off your desk chair, unable to keep his hands off you now that he's started. His strong arms wrap around your waist, and he senses your hesitation at first. "If I'm gonna quiz you, ya gotta loosen up a little honey," he leans his head down slightly, "plus, I'm gonna quiz you my way."

"Your way huh?" You decide to take his bait. Though he isn’t in college like you, and he never really scored too well in high school, you were intrigued nonetheless. And you weren’t immune to your boyfriend, after all. You were bound to cave to his advances eventually.

"Yeah," his lips ghost over yours, "the Harrington way."

"Alright," you grin, "color me intrigued."

He takes that as his cue to close the distance between you two and press his lips to yours. Usually he'd start off slow, ease you into it, but truth be told, Steve had been deprived of your affection for long enough. The kiss is a lot more passionate than usual, teeth clashing slightly as his tongue slips into your mouth, eliciting a soft whimper from you.

You stumble backwards onto the bed with him on top of you, albeit less by accident and more as an advance. His hips settle between your thighs, and you could feel the reason for his urgency pressing against your heat. Even through a layer of underwear and tight jeans, the shape of him was so clear to you.

"Steeeeve..." You whine, transitioning into a giggle as you drag out his name. His lips move to your neck, pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your sensitive skin. "This all-- fuck-- part of your technique?"

You could feel him smile into the crook of your neck, hands slipping under your shirt, nudging it up.

"Yep, just let me do my thing baby... All part of the plan..."

At this point it was nearly impossible to deny Steve anything. Not just because you felt bad for your distance as of lately, but because your mind tended to go blank with his hands on you like this. You'd already succumbed to his touch, too late to turn back to your desk now.

Your shirt was discarded onto the carpeted floor, his own following soon after. He works on unhooking your bra while leaving feverish kisses all over your chest, nipping every now and then. His breath hitches when it’s discarded, and he’s met with the sight of your bare breasts. It didn't matter how many times he'd seen your tits, he'd never get tired of it. Ever.

He wastes no time in latching onto your nipple, rolling the other one between his fingers. His tongue kitten licked over the sensitive bud, hazel eyes peering up at your expression, which was growing increasingly desperate.

His lips drag over your skin, leaving tingles in their wake as he moved over your stomach. He halts when he reaches the waistband of your shorts, eyes flicking up at you for a moment before he started scattering teasing kisses right above the hem.

"Stevie..." You sigh his nickname, propping yourself up onto your elbows so you could watch him. You knew he was teasing you, lips remaining so close yet so distant from where you needed them to be.

"Impatient?" He questions, hands coming up to settle on your hips, thumbs skirting just over the edge of your bottoms.

"Look who's talking..." You scoff, the cockiness in your voice disappearing as soon as he traces his fingers over your clothed pussy. "O-Okay, jesus, quit... Quit teasing baby--"

He refrains from rolling his eyes at your attitude, knowing you were quite pent up yourself. You'd usually never go this long without fucking, so he understood the sexual frustration. Luckily, that was his exact field of expertise.

He hooks his fingers around your shorts, and you take his hint to lift your hips to help him pull them off, along with your panties, joining the rest of your clothes scattered on the floor. He smiles at the sight of your slick coating your folds so beautifully, proof of just how worked up he'd gotten you by just kissing you and touching you a little.

"Fuck, you're soaked baby," he leans down onto the bed, arms hooking around your thighs and pulling your heat closer to his face. He runs a teasing finger up and down your slit, coating it in your juices. "Jesus, she's just begging for me, isn't she?"

Your hips buck at his dirty words, whining softly. You’re so close to just grabbing his hair and grinding against his face, but you know the payoff to his teasing would be worth it in the end.

He leans down and licks up your cunt, stilling at your clit, flicking his tongue over it a few times. His brown eyes peer up at you, watching you lose your composure over just the faintest of touches. He adores watching you become undone for him like this, melt underneath his touch, loosen yourself up a little.

He continues working on your needy clit, groans sending vibrations through your core that make you grip the sheets beneath you. If your mind wasn't so hazed with what he was doing to you, you might have noticed the hand coming down to his pants, palming himself. He tended to get off on your arousal like that, your moans and whines only spurring him on further.

"Sh-Shit-- Stevie!" You cry out his name, fingers gripping his chocolate locks when his lips closed around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You weren't going to last much longer, and he could tell with the way you were bucking your hips into him.

He wanted to ask you if you were close, in that teasing, cocky voice he knew you secretly loved, but he’d rather die than tear his lips away from your cunt at that moment. So he just kept going, tongue lapping away at your sweet juices, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself to the sound of your moans.

The coil in your lower stomach snaps, and you moan his name loudly as your orgasm crashes through your body. Your fingers pull at his locks, earning a groan from him as your vision goes white with pleasure. You continue to ride out your orgasm against his face, whimpers falling from your lips with every roll of your hips.

Steve, a bit reluctantly, pulls away from your core, catching his breath. He looks so beautiful, lips swollen and pink, lower face just covered in your slick, hair all messy from your the firm grip you had on it.

He wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand, grinning at your fucked out expression. “You ‘kay honey?”

You nod, a sweet, dazed smile adorning your face in response. “Yeah… Not quite done with you yet though.”

He smirks, sitting up to undo his belt, eyes not leaving yours for even a second. “Good,” he continues to pull off his jeans and boxers, “because that was only the first step of the Harrington way.”

You roll your eyes, almost having forgotten about the fact that he was supposed to be quizzing you. “You serious?”

He replies by leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Do I look like I want my girl to be failing college?”

You nibble on your bottom lip, shaking your head slowly. You can feel his cock rub against your thigh, and the contact alone is sending tingles of pleasure through your body.

“Good.” He wraps his arms around your waist, almost manhandling you on top of him. You squeal from the sudden change of positions, giggling from the spontaneity of it all.

You’re already reaching down for his cock, ready to line yourself up with him and slide down so painstakingly slow like you usually would. But he grabs your wrist before you get a chance to, and the expression on his face is a lot more stern than the one you saw just moments ago.

“I’m serious about this, so you gotta be too, okay?”

“Yeah, I am, god, just— I need you inside me Steve, like right now.”

“I know sweetie, and you can, if…” He reaches for the flash cards on your desk, picking out a random one and reading over the question. “You can tell me who was widely credited with publishing the first ever printed Bible.”

You whine out of frustration, trying to think back at all of the subject matter you’d crammed into your head the past few weeks. “Shit, baby, you’re kinda putting me on the spot here…”

“C’mon,” his hand reaches down to grab his cock, running the head over your folds and gathering your slick onto him, “think sweetie, you got this.”

You bite your lip, resisting the temptation to force your hips down onto him. You peer down at him, his eyes meeting yours in an expectant gaze. “I-I, uhm… Gutenberg, it was— it was Gutenberg.”

“Good girl,” he coos, and finally pushes up his hips to slide inside you.

“Fuck!” You moan out, louder than usual. You suddenly realize your dormmates are in for quite the treat that night.

You try to move your hips, but his right hand on your hip stops you from doing so. Even with you on top of him, he’s still in full control of you, it was honestly pretty impressive.

He fucks into you at a slow, lazy pace, feet planted flatly onto the mattress to ground himself. His cock drags deliciously over your walls, and you can feel every curve and ridge of him inside you like this.

You whimper when he stills his hips, already opening your mouth to protest before he interrupts you by holding up a finger and taking out another flash card. “I’ll continue if you can tell me when Queen Elizabeth I reigned.”

“W-What… I don’t— I don‘t know, uhm…” You’d never taken the expression “fucked stupid” seriously, up until that point. He was being so mean, so teasing, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't loving it. Maybe this was his payback for being away from him for this long.

"Don't tell me I've already fucked the answers outta you," he smirks, and it makes you whine, clenching down onto his cock. You liked this side of him, so mean, even if you knew he was just going to shower you with kisses and praise after.

"N-No, I--" you furrowed your brows, "uhm... 1558... t-to..." you could feel his cock twitch inside you, and it almost makes you lose your train of thought, "1603, I think-- fuck!"

He wastes no time in driving himself deeper inside you, your treat for answering correctly.

"So smart, look at you-- shit-- my little academic..." He coos, hand coming down so his thumb could play with your clit. You begin moving your hips to meet his halfway, the obscene, almost pornographic sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room.

You almost didn't notice that he'd grabbed another card, too busy chasing your orgasm now that he was finally giving you something more to work with.

"When did Luther post the 95 Theses--"

"1517!" you cry out, hands coming down to rest over his hairy chest, supporting yourself as you worked your hips over his throbbing cock.

He looks up at you, trying to keep his own composure, but it's getting harder by the second. You look so beautiful, tits bouncing, lips parted as his name falls from them after every other whimper and moan. He's doing his best to keep up his strict tutor persona, but he feels his own orgasm creeping closer by the second, not being able to stop his hips from rutting into you.

"A-Alright--" He almost drops the stack of cards on the floor, trying to grab a random one as he reads it aloud, "Which scientist-- fuck-- f-formulated the laws of... of planetary motion-- holy shit baby--" his brown eyes find yours again, unable to hold back the continuous groans and whimpers you're earning from him.

You feel that familiar heat building up in your stomach, your thighs burning from making you bounce over his cock the entire time, but you ignore the strain it has on your body. All you want to do now is cum, feel him fill you up to the brim until it's leaking out of you.

He can tell you're not even thinking about the answer, so, although a bit reluctantly, he starts to slow down. You open your eyes, looking down at him with a pleading gaze. You're about to start sobbing, tears already watering up your vision as you bite your lip. "I-I-- Uhm, fuck, Stevie, I--"

"Come on," He taps your ass lightly to encourage you, "that pretty mind's gotta be good for somethin', think, baby."

A stray tear rolls over your cheek, thoughts of everything you'd been studying running rampant. Your eyes widen, and in a sort of eureka moment, you yell out a name. "Kepler! I-It was Kepler!"

"That's my girl," he groans out, throwing the card besides him and reaching out to fully envelop you in his arms. He starts to piston himself into you at a pace your hips couldn't possibly keep up with, instead holding onto him as tight as you could, moaning his name over and over into the crook of his neck.

"'M gonna cum," you manage to mumble between your pleas, thighs starting to tremble.

"Me too baby, gonna fill you up so good-- shit-- gonna give you your reward-- fuuuck!" He groans loudly, pulling you flush to his chest as he paints your walls in his sticky warm cum.

You follow right after, clenching down on him and milking his cock for every last drop, your body going limp against his from pure exhaustion. Your orgasm ripples through you, the aftermath rendering you completely fucked out, but blessed with the euphoria of your release.

The two of you continue to lay there for a bit longer, catching your breath and enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Eventually, Steve pulls out, and you sigh at the emptiness without him inside you. You feel some of his cum dripping onto your thigh, making a mental note to ask for a shower together later. In a moment, at least. When you'd regained your ability to walk.

You pull away from his neck to look at your boyfriend, who seems to be pretty satisfied with himself. "You did so well sweetie," he leans up to press a gentle kiss on your lips, "you're totally gonna ace that exam."

You'd almost forgotten you had an exam the day after, but surprisingly enough, you weren't that stressed. If you could come up with the answers while he was pounding into you, you could write them down in a lecture hall no problem.

"I'm pretty fond of studying the Harrington way, actually," you smile, reaching out to brush some stray brown locks away from his face.

"Really? Huh," he doesn't mention the fact that he didn't even look at the answer the last time. He was way too eager to make you cum, and besides, you're a smart girl. You're going to ace that exam either way. "Well, if you want," he glances at the clock on your nightstand, "I think we have time for another round of revising."

"Hm..." You pretend to mull it over, "in the shower?"

"In the shower."

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[ss-tier-simp]

learn - steve rogers x f!reader

Steve wants to learn more about "fonduing" and for you to teach him. Perhaps a conversation to be had is due.

Warnings: smut with a fluff sprinkled throughout. virgin!steve rogers x inexperienced!f!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v penetration. THIS IS NSFW so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, I REPEAT DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count: 1,9k

Authors note: I find figuring things out and healthy communication between couples, very appealing. That is my only reason for writing this. This work is unbetad so any mistakes made are my own. English is not my first language.

One of the things you didn't expect was your boyfriend asking you to teach him about sex, while you were watching a documentary about sharks and eating Panda Express take-out.

Steve patted your back while you struggled to swallow the bite which was determined to go down the wrong pipe.

"Sorry," Steve started once you had calmed down, his hand rubbing comforting circles as he spoke. "I didn't mean to make things uncomfortable-"

"Not uncomfortable." you interrupted. "It just came out of the blue."

"I know." Steve sighed. "I just had to say it before I talked myself out of it. Again."

"Steve you can talk to me about whatever you want," you reassured him. You took his palms in your own, enjoying their warmth.

"I just don't want to disappoint you." He groaned. "I am basically a fossil and have barely kissed a girl."

"Nothing you could do would disappoint me." you chastised. "Plus..."

You ignored the curious look forming on Steve's face and took a breath before you continued. "I doubt I could be much of a teacher."

"We haven't had this conversation before." you tried not to let embarrassment win over you. "But let's just say I haven't much experience myself."

"Well, I am more than willing to figure this out." his palms left your own, in favor of holding your face bringing you closer for a pack on the lips. "With you."

You were glad to meet him once again for a kiss. It was sweet, despite the taste of orange chicken that lingered on his tongue. Your bodies grew closer together as the kiss deepened, the take-out now forgoten, and the documentary serving only as white noise.

Inevitably you would end up on his lap, loving how his hands roamed and were willing to roam your form. They found their home on your hips, his desire to keep you close to him evident in the way he held you to him.

Your own hands traveled from his chest to the nape of his neck, your fingers toying with his hair and loving the little muffled sounds you got out of him. 

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on yours for a moment. "Can I take it off?" he asked, his voice slightly raspy.

You nodded and you felt his hand tugging at your shirt. You moved away just enough for him to be able to take it off you.

Goosebumps formed at the temporary loss of warmth, while Steve tossed the shirt somewhere. You couldn't bring yourself to care where it landed.

All your focus was on Steve. The way his eyes really took you in your form once he realized that you wore no bra, the way his face flushed, the feel of his fingertips against your skin.

"Can I take you to bed?" he asked and you were quick to grant permission. He laughed at the squeal that left your mouth as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping tightly around him.

He laid you on his bed once you had reached his bedroom and almost instantly was on you, greedy to be close to you. He left one more kiss on your lips before he descended.

His mouth left a path, kissing down your jaw, to your neck until he reached between your breasts, leaving a kiss that had you gasping for air. You felt his hands on them, caressing you. Teasing you.

"Please." you found yourself saying, without knowing what you were asking for. Steve decided for you as he let his mouth find your right nipple while his other hand toyed with the other.

You felt a heat in your belly form, while Steve explored, taking in the sounds that escaped you. You had to resist the urge to grind against him to find some relief. Instead, your hand found his head, and the other his shoulder, urging him to stay there.

His head rose to look at you and you were sure you looked like a mess and he had barely even touched.

One thing you had to remember about Steve was, that he was a strategist. He might not have had experience but was an expert at reading a situation. Most importantly, during the two months you had been dating him, he had gotten better at reading you.

This could explain the scheming look on his face. You could see the gears in his mind turning and he suddenly continued his descent down your body, leaving kisses on your stomach.

The heat in your lower belly seemed to burn hotter and spread all over your body with his every kiss until he reached your pajama pants.

"Can." he let a kiss on your hip. "I." another kiss. "Take." yet another one. "It off?"

"Take it off." you gasped. His hand snapped the elastic of the waistband against your skin before his fingers started to take them off. Your hips rose eager to assist him.

You understood that he had taken off your panties as well only when you felt the cold air against your core.

He let yet another teasing kiss on your mound and you wanted to cry. You needed him.

"Steve don't tease," you begged and you felt the smile forming on his face against your skin.

His face rose once again to look you in the eye. "I am not teasing you," he muttered. "I just want you to feel good. I want to taste you doll. Will you let me do that?"

"Yes, Steve, yes." the words tumbled out of your mouth desperate but true. You wanted that. You needed that.

"Want you to tell me what feels good, okay?" a silver of insecurity laced his voice and you melted.

"I will, Steve." your right hand which had unconsciously found his sheets came to caress his cheek and he leaned into the touch.

He lowered his face to your core and let his mouth explore. His tongue licked experimentally, trying to figure out what made you tick, until he stroke gold. His tongue brushed against that sensitive nub and he was quickly rewarded with a groan and your legs momentarily squeezing his head.

"There, Steve!" he continued his ministration against that nubbed, at your encouragement, occasionally licking from your licking from your weeping core to your clit. He enjoyed how your breathing changed, how the small sounds left your mouth as if they had no choice in the matter.

Then he wrapped his lips around your clit and the hand that was on his head gripped his hair, keeping him in place.

"Fuck." you gasped, the tension that was gradually building faster in your belly, as he alternated between sucks and licks that had you seeing stars.

"Yes, Steve." you encouraged. "F-Fuck, you are going to make me cum."

An overwhelming orgasm overtook your body and your body tensed, your thighs locking around Steve's head. Not that he minded. He continued his work until the hand that held him close, started to puss him away.

Steve after eating pussy was a treat. His face was flushed, his eyes glazed, his lips swollen and it took everything in you to smother that spark of arousal.

After the post-orgasm haze, you saw that he had moved when you felt his fingertips caressing your core and you winced.

"Steve, I am sensitive!" you whined and bucked but Steve continued his soft touches.

"Please, I...I want to feel you." the spark of arousal that you had smothered came to life with those words.

"Just.. be careful." his middle finger slowly broached your entrance, careful not to overwhelm you. You felt his thick finger stretching your walls, the slow strokes igniting once again a heat within that had you moving your hips to meet his movement.

"You are so tight, so warm." he breathed in amazement. "I feel your walls clenching around my finger."

"Steve, don't say that." you moaned in embarrassment.

"Can I put another one in?" he asked and you nodded. The second finger had you gasping, the feel of it too much, yet not enough.

Your chest heaved, gulping for air that you felt was taken away from you. It took you a moment for you to get used to it but your hips never stopped moving, your pussy too eager for all those sensations until it got too much.

"S-Steve I need you." you started. "P-Please I need your dick."

"Are you sure?" You both knew it was a huge step yet you both wanted it so much.

"Couldn't be more sure." you smiled at him and he leaned forward to kiss you. You found out that you didn't mind the taste of you. His fingers exited you leaving you empty.

He stood from the bed and headed towards the night table, opened the drawer, and took out a condom.

"Were you planning this?" you laughed breathily and Steve joined you.

"Not planning." he denied, "Just hoping."

You watched him,  finally remove his shirt and then he took his pants. Turns out Captain likes to go commando. You knew that the experiment that turned him into a hero had enhancing properties and in the moments you daydreamed you had speculated which aspects it had affected as well.

Your imagination was a humble comparison to reality. You couldn't tear your eyes off Steve's dick as he put on the condom.

"Woah, Steve!" you didn't even bother concealing the wonder in your voice. " Is this going to fit?"

"It will," he said determinedly. "We'll take it slow. I would never hurt you."

"I trust you." you nodded and he joined you in bed.

He took place between your thighs and took hold of his dick, rubbing it up and down your pussy, coating the condom with your juices.

You held your breath when the head finally entered you. A delicious stretch bordering between pain and pleasure. Every inch your pussy took in greedily, the pleasure getting too much before he got the chance to reach your deepest parts.

When he sheathed himself in, you both took a pause just breathing and taking the sight of your pussy swallowing him in.

"Steve." your voice was strained "Please move."

He wasn't about to say no to that request. He moved his hips. In the beginning, the strokes were hesitant but calculated. Just enough for both of you to get used to the feeling. But gradually he lost himself to pleasure. His strokes got faster, stronger, almost animalistic. Every one of them punching out noises from both of you.

"Am not going to last." Steve's voice was thick with pleasure, slurring his words.

"Me too." you managed to say. "P-Play with my clit, p-please."

Steve would do whatever he would tell him, so it was no surprise when his thump found your clit. The effects were immediate, the pleasure building inside once again rippling and shattering. Winding your body so tight that you finally fell off the edge.

Steve was not that far behind, your tight walls choking his dick and making him cum. You felt the warmth of his seed despite the condom. You remained unmoving as you came from your highs, breathing as if you were one enjoying the warmth of your bodies.

Steve was the first to move just to discard the condom and he was came right back at your side.

"Was..." he started, breaking the silence that had settled. "Was it good?" 

"Steve." you laughed, the high of the aftermath making you giggly. "It was mindblowing, you perfect specimen of a human."

Steve laughed at that and simply hugged you, ignoring the sweat that both of you had built up.

"Rest." Steve simply said. "After all we still have loads to learn."

[tulip-in-a-cup3]

Is the Romantic comedy is still relevant?

Like many, I have spent countless endless hours watching romantic comedies. At one point they were the only sort of film I consumed (a very dark period) and also one of the many sparks of my love of film. But as I grew, changed and discovered all sorts of different films I next to completely forgot all about rom-coms only really revisiting them when I feel the need to turn my brain off and watch pretty people do things on screen. But now when I do turn one on I can't help but but notice how painfully sexist and unproductive they can be.

The romantic comedy is a very popular offshoot of the classic comedy genre. Rom-coms have been around since the time of Shakespeare's A Midsummer's night dream. The romantic comedy focuses on the romantic relationship between two characters. The movie usually follows a fairly basic structure with the characters meeting, falling for each other, facing some sort of adversity, and ultimately having a happy ending with them together. That's not to say some don’t break out of this with 500 days of summer being a perfect example. This genre of film became increasingly popular particularly among women because it was one of the only times that women were at the forefront of a movie. They were also easy, quick, and incredibly cheap to make. Allowing them to make massive profits when it came to the box office. Although romcoms did see a significant decline during the late 2000s and early 2010s we have seen a steady increase in them since the rise of streaming platforms producing their movies. On these streaming platforms, romantic comedies have managed to find an audience but that poses the question: are romantic comedies still relevant today?

Most romantic comedies tend to all have main characters that are white, cis-gendered, heterosexual, skinny, and Neurotypical. The rom-con never really showed the range and forms love could take. Rom-coms also sprinkled in this lovely layer of misogynistic undertones. Films like How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days depict women as “emotional, irrational and clingy” and that all these behaviours do is drive a man away, men of course being the complete opposite of these behaviours. Bride wars also show women in questionable ways with the leads completely turning on each other simply because of a wedding venue. Reinforcing the stereotype that marriage is a woman’s number one endgame. Even my personal favourite Bridget Jones isn’t immune to the problems laced throughout rom-coms. Bridget acted like her very healthy 136lb made her disgustingly fat or the fact she felt her whole life was a failure due to her being SINGLE of all things. There are many more examples I don't wish to get into that show how Rom-coms treat women. But does this mean we need to throw them in the bin completely?

No of course not it was an unproductive question in the first place. rom-coms can be misogynistic, but they are also changing take for example movies like To All The Boys I've Loved Before which has an asian american protagonist or Crush on Disney Plus which has a lesbian lead and follows multiple lgbtq characters (although it did get next zero marketing and only me and like three other people know it about subject for another day). The rom-com is not the same anymore just like how the landscape of film has changed. People are demanding representation and slowly we are receiving it. The rom-com is also one of the only genres that is dominated by women and tearing it down and ripping into does in some regard play into the demonization of all things enjoyed by women. Rom-coms are still relevant because love is still relevant. We just need to see it done in a way that reflects the variety of love we have and doesn't reinforce outdated stereotypes about women OR men. Rom-coms bring a lot of joy and fun that cinema needs and branding them as not relevant is moving backwards.

[foodshowxyz]

Avocado & Spinach Superfood Smoothie

Ingredients:

1 ripe avocado, peeled and pitted

2 cups fresh spinach leaves

1 banana, preferably frozen

1 tablespoon chia seeds, plus extra for garnish

1/2 cup unsweetened almond milk (or any plant milk of your choice)

1/2 cup Greek yogurt or a dairy-free alternative for a vegan option

Honey or agave syrup to taste (optional)

Ice cubes (optional, if you prefer a colder smoothie)

Edible flowers and thin slices of lime or lemon for garnish

Instructions:

Blend the Base:

In a high-powered blender, combine the avocado, spinach, banana, chia seeds, almond milk, and Greek yogurt. If you like your smoothie a little sweeter, add honey or agave syrup to taste.

Adjust Consistency:

Blend until smooth. If the mixture is too thick for your liking, add more almond milk to reach the desired consistency. If you didn’t use a frozen banana and want your smoothie colder, add a few ice cubes and blend again.

Garnish:

Pour the smoothie into a tall glass. Sprinkle additional chia seeds on top for an extra nutrient boost.

Decorate:

Decorate with edible flowers and citrus slices for a beautiful and appealing presentation.

Serve:

Serve immediately while fresh and enjoy! This smoothie isn’t just a treat for the eyes; it’s packed with vitamins, fiber, and healthy fats. The avocado provides creaminess as well as heart-healthy monounsaturated fats, the spinach offers iron and other minerals, and the chia seeds add a good dose of omega-3 fatty acids. It's a perfect start to the day or a refreshing pick-me-up in the afternoon!

[radfemsiren]

What's the difference between erotica and porn?

Is erotica safer and healthier then porn?

What should a women turn to for masturbation but in a morally good way? (if that makes sense)

I think erotica is more artistic and less direct than porn. So like paintings, written works, drawings, comics… it kinda depends though, since hentai is drawn but definitely not artistic, that would just be porn lol. So if something is more focusing on sensuality and aesthetics, with a little sexuality sprinkled in, I’d say it’s erotica.

I think what’s healthy depends on who creates it, and who consumes it. I think the healthiest form of erotica would probably be written works, since it’s women usually writing for other women to consume. But it really depends. Funnily enough, I saw a hilarious TikTok of a girl wondering why certain fandoms on a03 had terrible writing compared to the rest of the site… she found out it was because male writers were popular in those niches lmaoo

In my opinion tho, I think just using your imagination is like best thing. Experimenting with toys and a partner makes it more interesting and spices things up, but bringing in a dependence on media to get off by yourself is probably always gonna have downsides. Like no matter what, it’s going to get boring over time and you’ll need something stronger to have an effect. Plus seeing what you imagine will probably reveal stuff about yourself that you never would’ve noticed while being distracted and numbed by media consumption. Idk tho lol, human sexuality is weird

[forkfulofflavor]

Salty Chocolate Date Caramels Ingredients: 1 cup packed soft & pitted Medjool dates (161 grams) 1 tablespoon creamy almond butter 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract 1 tablespoon warm water 1/4 teaspoon fine sea salt 2 1/2 tablespoons almond flour 120 grams dark chocolate (at least 70%) Flaky sea salt for finishing Directions: Prepare the caramel mixture: In a food processor, combine the dates, almond butter, vanilla extract, warm water, and fine sea salt. Blend until the mixture is completely smooth, scraping down the sides as needed. Add the almond flour and process until incorporated. Shape the caramels: Line a small bread pan or narrow pan with greased parchment paper (use coconut oil or another non-stick option). Scrape the date mixture into the pan and smooth the top with another greased sheet of parchment paper. Press the mixture down using your hands or a spatula to make it even, about 1/2 inch thick. Freeze the caramels: Place the pan in the freezer for one hour to firm up the caramels. Prepare the chocolate: While the caramels freeze, temper the chocolate or melt it with a double boiler or in the microwave. If using the microwave method, add 1/2 tablespoon coconut oil to the chocolate to help it melt smoothly. Cut and coat: Remove the caramels from the freezer and cut into 12 small squares. Dip each caramel square into the melted chocolate using a fork, letting excess chocolate drip off by tapping the fork on the side of the bowl. Place the coated caramels on parchment paper to set. Sprinkle with sea salt: Before the chocolate fully hardens, sprinkle flaky sea salt on top of each caramel. Let the caramels cool completely. Storage: If you tempered the chocolate, the caramels can be stored at room temperature for up to one week. If you melted the chocolate with coconut oil, store the caramels in the refrigerator until ready to serve. Prep Time: 15 minutes (plus 1 hour freezing time) | Total Time: 1 hour and 15 minutes Kcal: 120 kcal per caramel | Servings: 12 caramels These Salty Chocolate Date Caramels are a delightful blend of sweet, salty, and chewy textures. Made with soft Medjool dates, creamy almond butter, and dark chocolate, they offer a naturally sweet caramel-like filling, coated in rich chocolate and finished with a sprinkle of flaky sea salt. The almond flour adds a subtle nutty flavor and a firmer texture to the date mixture, making these caramels both satisfying and indulgent. Perfect for a quick snack or a post-dinner treat, these caramels are easy to make and require no baking. Store them in the refrigerator for a chilled snack or enjoy them at room temperature for a softer, more decadent experience. With their simple ingredients and rich flavor, these caramels are a healthy yet indulgent treat you’ll love!

[nomsfaultau]

as a cbeeduoer at heart, under what circumstances would fault beeduo enter their canon toxic escapist situationship that is also a marriage?

Alas I personally have no experience with cbeeduo marriage. However, Tubbo will be trying to rescue Ranboo, and I can picture a scenario where like they somehow need to use Phil's godflame but whuwoe that would kill Ranboo! So Tubbo is like okay we can't be hurt by Phil's fire because we're his Collected, and we're Phil's vicarious Collected because Tommy Collected us, SOO if we just Collect Ranboo he'll be immune to fire! And that's somehow how the rescue plot shakes out.

And like a week later Ranboo is like....okay so are we staying married or-

Tubbo essentially explained it really badly so Ranboo thinks they're married, but it's dangerous to be in battle around Phil without being Collected and so trying to undo it would probably get them killed (unfortunate given how much effort went into saving Ranboo + Tubbos' staunch mission to not get anyone killed). So after 5 minutes of blue screening Tubbo bursts out, somewhat hysterically, with "Of course honey! Where would we possibly find a divorce lawyer (Rhodes shut up shut up shut up)!!!!"

Now, I don't imagine Ranboo would be healthy in the SLIGHTEST about Tubbo given they saved him after an entire life in the Foundation. Hero worship doesn't even scratch it. And now Tubbo is kinda saddled with teaching this husk what the outside world is like which definitely becomes escapism for Tubbo since they can paint it all wonderful and kind and Ranboo hangs on their every word and believes because Ranboo needs salvation from their years of torment. Plus since Ranboo can't safely look at anyone, we can sprinkle in that cute headcannon about scp Tubbo being their 'seeing eye' bees as the one source of sweet in this mess. But also deepening dependency.

As for Michael...my current nod to him comes in the form of Miguel, who is Tubbos' pipsqueak nephew, who would also at that point be amnestized to hell and back and even looking at Tubbo would cause pain. So like that's child abuse if they take him in but obviously Ranboo and Tubbo aren't really on the level ? Maybe Tubbo took Miguel hoping that Ranboo could fix the amnestics he caused. Which is also a Looooot to put on Ranboo, since it's essentially "you destroyed our life and our chance of redemption in the form of this small child. Fix this thing you had no control in (or else divorce that destroys your fantasy of freedom?)". And assuming that works I guess Tubbo is now desperately trying to use Miguel as atonement and last connection to their family, and both are crazy over protective of Miguel knowing the horrors of the Foundation while trying to create the illusion of a normal life.

There, is that toxic enough for you?

[tomurasghoul]

SHIGADABI MARRIAGE

includes: post-canon, fluff, a sprinkle of todoroki family angst, kurogiri and shigaraki having a father-son relationship, magne is alive, everyone is alive and happy yippee!!

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It's been a few years since the war, and the League of Villains had inevitably split up, though they're still friends.

It may come as a surprise, but Shigaraki and Dabi have really found eachother. They've stuck together ever since the war ended. Though their relationship has been complicated in the past, they're a couple now.

'How does Touya Shigaraki sound to you?' Dabi asks.

They were sitting on the couch, both minding their own business, when the question ripped Shigaraki out of his thoughts.

'What?' He answeres dryly.

'How does Touya Shigaraki sound to you?' Dabi repeats himself.

Shigaraki was not sure what to make of this. Is this a joke he doesn't get? Is he really being proposed to right now?

'Are you proposing to me?'

'I suppose I am.'

Shigaraki had to take in what just happened. He just sat there, looking out into the distance with wide eyes while Dabi was waiting for his answer.

Before he started dating Dabi, Shigaraki had never really thought about relationships. He was always too busy being All For One's protégé to pay any mind to it; but now he was being proposed to.

Meanwhile, Dabi was getting impatient. He considered the two of them as good as married already, so why was Shigaraki so shocked? Did he not want to marry him?

He got the sudden urge to explain himself as to not look ridiculous.

'You know, I just thought... since we already live together and have been dating for a while- you don't have to of course, but, like...'

He felt even more ridiculous than before.

Shigaraki scooted closer and put his head on Dabi's shoulder.

'I would love to marry you.'

Throughout the next few days, they immediately started planning their 'wedding.' An official wedding would be out of the question for ex-villains like them, but Mr. Compress said he'd prepare a speech and act as the officiant, and Toga and Magne already claimed their spots as groomswomen.

When Shigaraki told Kurogiri about their upcoming wedding, he couldn't help but shed a tear. He was so proud to see the person he thought of as his son get married.

Dabi, however, has not been having such a great time the past few days. Of course he was happy that Shigaraki had agreed to marry him, but he couldn't help but wonder wether or not to invite his mom, Natsuo and Fuyumi to the wedding.

The entire reason as to why he wanted to take Shigaraki's last name, was because that would be the closest thing to completely cutting ties with his family he can get, but he knows that deep down, Endeavor and Shoto are the ones he really hates.

Dabi doesn't know much about healthy relationships, but he does know that he never wants to treat Shigaraki the way Endeavor treated his mom. So, he decided it was best to ask Shigaraki for his opinion on the matter, since that seemed like the most healthy and responsible thing to do.

"Tomura..." Dabi knocked on their shared bedroom's door.

"What do you wa- I mean... Yes, Touya?" Shigaraki was still trying to break the habit of snarling at people.

He was laying on the bed, not doing anything.

"Do you think I should invite some of my family to the wedding?" Dabi laid down next to him.

"Well, they're your family, but in my opinion, you should only invite people you're sure you actually want at the wedding." He hesitated for a moment. "But you probably shouldn't be asking the guy who killed his family for advice on this stuff."

They we're both quiet for a few minutes until Dabi finally spoke up.

"You know what? I won't invite them. It would only cause tension and our wedding is supposed to be a happy day. Plus, you're the only family I need."

Family. He sees him as family.

Shigaraki couldn't say anything. Instead, he just laid his head on Dabi's chest and hugged him tight.

Shigaraki is not the best with words, but with small actions like these, he still showed that he loves Dabi just as much as he loves him.

Their wedding didn't take much planning, since it would be a small event at their apartment with just the former League members attending. So, a few days later, everything was set.

Mr. Compress had finished his speech and Magne and Toga had picked out the perfect suits for the husbands-to-be and matching dresses for themselves.

As Shigaraki was getting ready, he noticed himself getting oddly nervous. It wasn't even an official wedding, but everybody was dressed nicely and was taking the whole thing very seriously.

The moment he looked in the mirror and saw himself in the navy blue suit that was picked out for him, everything felt even more real.

He sat down on the bed and tried to calm himself down without scratching his neck.

What he didn't know, was that whatever was happening outside the door, was what he really should be worried about.

Dabi was nowhere to be found.

The wedding was supposed to start in half an hour, and Dabi was gone.

"Quick! Somebody go stall Tomura!" Toga said while they all frantically tried to call Dabi.

Mr. Compress carefully opened the door to the bedroom.

"Oh, dear! You almost made me faint!" He said while dramatically pretending to faint. "You look magnificent!

Tomura ignored his antics and looked at the clock.

"What's the hold up, Atsuhiro?"

Mr. Compress still desperately tried to distract Shigaraki while Dabi was still nowhere to be seen.

In the meantime, Dabi had realized that he forgot to pick up the wedding gift he got for Shigaraki, so he quickly went out to go get it.

He just didn't think about the fact that the others might get worried.

When he came back, Toga punched him in the stomach for making everyone worry and for almost being late to his own wedding.

The only thing they had to do now, was wait for Shigaraki to come out.

Everybody got to their places and Mr. Compress was ready to give his speech.

Kurogiri went into the bedroom room to tell Shigaraki it's time to start, when he saw him struggling to tie his tie.

He looked kind of embarassed when Kurogiri saw him struggling with such a simple task.

"It's okay, Tomura." Kurogiri said as he helped him fix his tie.

He was actually happy that his help was still needed sometimes.

When Shigaraki finally walked "down the aisle", Dabi was is awe. He was only walking from the bedroom door to the living room, but the fact that that was his soon-to-be husband made it much more special.

When Shigaraki had taken his spot across from Dabi at the makeshift altar, Mr. Compress bagan his speech.

He was talking with lots of emotion in his voice and theatrical hand gestures, but Shigaraki and Dabi barely heard a word he said. They were both just staring at eachother, checking eachother out in their matching suits.

Even though they were wearing the exact same thing, they both thought the other looked much better in it.

After 15 minutes, Mr. Compress finally said the words they were both waiting to hear.

"You may now kiss the groom."

They didn't hesitate for a second and immediately slammed their lips together in a passionate kiss, not even caring that everyone was watching.

Toga and Magne giggled and squeeled excitedly. Kurogiri cried.

The newlyweds finally let go of eachother, and Dabi felt it was time to bring out the wedding gift.

"We may not have enough money for expensive rings, but I atleast wanted to give you something."

When Shigaraki opened the box, a puppy jumped out. A Corgi.

Even though he can control his quirk now, he still put his hands up as to not touch the dog.

"How long was it in the box for?" He asked concernedly.

"Relax. He was only in there for a little bit."

Dabi noticed that Shigaraki was on the verge of tears when looking at the dog.

"Wow, you care more about the dog than me? You never cry when you see me."

"Don't worry. I wouldn't trade you for the world."

Shigaraki and Dabi may not exactly be your typical picket fence family, but they had exactly what they wanted. Eachother.

[superheroworkouts1]

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[hopingforbrain]

Yes! He thought hysterically, trying not to lose his head. Zewu-jun is spouting nonsense!! 

Sure, Lan Xichen had come to Yiling a few months ago. But that was about the only thing that was true. Recovering from the taxing effort of destroying the Yinhufu? That was breakfast for Wei Wuxian. What he had been doing was recultivating his core from scratch, eating well every day, maintaining some sort of healthy sleep schedule, and begging A-Yuan to play with him so that he wouldn’t die of boredom when he wasn’t meditating. 

And Lan Xichen somehow glimpsing his bare skin? Sorry, what? Did all these people actually think that Wei Wuxian was shameless enough to taint Zewu-jun’s eyes like that??

“As I thought.” Nie Mingjue rumbled, settling back into his seat. “Jin Zixun, if you want to live, focus your efforts in the right places. Xiao Xingchen, present your evidence. Let us get on with it.” 

~

surprise!! who knew that killing lwj off during sunshot could change so many things!!

wei wuxian trips over a kid (criminal) on his way out of seclusion - xiao xingchen and wen ning are both precious - lan xichen being the best gege to a guy who isn't even related to him - aaaand shufu needs blood pressure medicine stat :>

plus, a sprinkle of angst at the end, as a treat <3

[natalchartnurtures]

Mercury isn't THE planet of the mind, fight me.

Let me slap some hard facts on the table right now – Mercury isn't the end-all-be-all planet of the mind. Sure, it's got its hands in the communication and thinking cookie jar, but our beautiful minds are way more intricate than that. Sit back while I serve up my theory to all you sweethearts. Let's take a REAL astrological look at our minds, and trust me, it's gonna be a tad bit wild. SO—

First up, we've got the Sun. It takes center stage in our mental circus, representing the ego and the conscious part of our minds. It's like the captain of the ship, steering us through the sea of self-identity.

Now, enter the Moon – the emotional maestro. It's the maestro that conducts the symphony of our feelings, intuition, and the mysterious world of the subconscious. Plus, it might just hold the key to how our minds kick back and soak in self-care and nurture AND how our minds extend nurturing as well.

Mercury, our familiar talkative buddy on crack, is indeed the planet of communication, intellect, and all things brainy. Popular opinion, right? Verbal acrobatics, learning curves, and information processing – Mercury's got it covered.

Venus, the love goddess, usually gets all the attention for matters of the heart. But surprise, surprise – it's also throwing a killer soirée for the mind. Think pleasures of the mind, artistic flair, and an appreciation for all things beautiful up in there.

Mars, the warrior himself, brings the heat to our mental battlefield. It's the driving force behind our desires, fueling ambitions, goals, and a dash of healthy competitiveness. Having this insight gets us closer to understanding how to conquer our mental mountains or demons while we're at it :p

Jupiter, the wise old sage, expands our mental horizons. Growth, wisdom, and a sprinkle of philosophical pondering – that's Jupiter's gift to our minds. It represents our minds' more abstract tendencies.

Saturn, the taskmaster, brings structure and discipline to the mental party. Lessons, challenges, and the slow dance of developing a mature and organized mindset – thanks, Daddy Saturn, for keeping us in check tehe T-T

Uranus, the rebel with a cause, is the origin for innovation and originality in our minds. It's all about breaking free from the mental chains, embracing unconventional thinking, if it suits your style, and giving tradition the finger, wink wink, ahem, in the name of the greater good, of course.

Neptune, the dreamweaver, is all about the realms of dreams, imagination, and intuition. It's the mind's connection to the divine and the mind's exploration into creativity, spirituality, and a deeper dive into the subconscious – the mystical side of our subconscious rather than our emotional patterns and memories as represented by the Moon.

Last but not least, Pluto – the transformer. The dude represents profound changes, self-discovery, and the uncovering of hidden corners in the psyche. Say hello to the ultimate mind makeover!

So, there you have it – a TRUE map to our minds, each planet brings its own flavor to the delicious feast we had cooking here.

Looking at all your placements would give you a more accurate description of your mind works as a whole. As an enitity- which it is.

Our minds are like the universe itself – vast, complex, and endlessly fascinating.

Have a good week people and keep getting bamboozled by the skies :]

[chairwritexv]

oopsiedee, here’s part three!

part one | part two | ->part three <-

“YOURE FOX?!?!!” mikey leapt in your face, his eyes wide.

“uhh, y-yea-“ you laughed nervously, your eyes looking past mikey’s shocked face towards april and leo.

leo’s face was one of pure shock and surprise, and april’s was one of shock and confusion.

“OHMIGOSH!!!!! I CANT BELIEVE I KNOW FOX-“ mikey shrieked, practically bursting your eardrums.

“y-yep-“

april’s face suddenly appeared in yours, pushing mikey out of the way.

“YOU’RE FOX AND YOU DIDN’T TELL US?!?!??”

“w-well-“

leo was still staring at you with a shocked face before finally snapping out of it and pushing april out of the way, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“OHMIGOSH!! YOURE FOX?!? MY BEST FRIEND IS FOX?!?? THIS IS DIABLOS AMAZING!!!”

he lifted you up and spun you around, much to your surprise, causing you to blush slightly. he set you down, turning to april as you tried to regain your balance.

“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”

“I KNOW RIGHT?!?!!”

you rubbed your head, starting to get overwhelmed.

“i, uh- i think i’m gonna go change, i’ll see you three back at the lair-“ you said, nervously waving and putting on a fake smile before going back to your room, leaving a few very confused bandmates behind.

……………

you stood at the entrance of the lair, staring at the sewer cover.

last night’s events had gone better than expected, but you were still dreading the aftermath.

it was all replaying in your mind, specifically the part when leo had lifted you up.

you knew why you kept thinking about it, but you decided to deny it. how healthy.

you sighed and lifted up the sewer cover, dropping into the lair below.

……………

your feet hit the concrete floor with a thump. the turtles were no where to be seen, so you decided to sit on the couch.

maybe leo and mikey wouldn’t talk to you about it.

but that was just wishful thinking.

you heard the familiar slap of mutant-feet on the concrete, and the voice you dreaded to hear. ironic, considering you usually looked forward to hearing it.

“yoo, hola, Y/N~”

leo leapt over the back of the couch and sat next to you.

“sooo, about last night-“

“oh, yea, about that- look, i’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.”

leo blinked, surprised.

“i mean- yea, sure, hermosa.”

you looked away, trying to ignore the blush crawling up your face.

“just one question, though~”

you looked back at him. “hm-?”

“…why’d you hide it from me- us?”

you sighed.

“i’m sorry. it’s just- i didn’t want to get overwhelmed and stuff, plus i was kinda embarrassed about it-“ you chuckled dryly with a bit of nervousness sprinkled in.

leo’s face changed, though you couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion he was showing.

he unexpectedly grabbed your face, making you blush.

“what?? how could you be EMBARRASSED about that?! you’re an amazing singer and songwriter, and completely badass! there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, hermosa-!”

you stared at him for a moment, the blush crawling up your face from leo’s compliments and the small gap between your faces.

“heh, t-thanks-“

leo finally realized how small the gap was, glancing at your lips once before letting your face go and putting some space between the two of you.

“yea, ‘c-course-“

he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, looking away from you but stealing a glance.

you stared at your lap, trying to stop the blush on your face from growing.

leo smiled at you, the blush on his face growing as he looked downwards.

“so, uh, wanna get some pizza-?” he asked, tilting his head at you.

“y-yea, sure.” you looked up, smiling at him.

your smile made leo’s heart flutter, his already heavy blush growing by the second.

he stood up, holding his hand out for you to take.

“let’s go then, querida~”

whoo, finally finished it! hope y’all enjoyed!

[setagaya-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Yorii Sakuma

~~ March 14th ~~

"Music is the thousandth of a millisecond between one note and another; how you get from one to the other - that's where the music is."

Login Lines:

*Yawns* "That was a good night's sleep... I wonder if Elliot cooked breakfast. ...Huh? What... is this?! A stack of pancakes with sprinkles and whipped cream? What's all this about? ...And what's with the lit candle? There's a note under the plate. It says, 'Happy birthday, Yorii!' ...It's my birthday?!"

"...Oh my god! It is my birthday today! Awesome! That means today is officially all about me! ...Well, everyday is all about me, but still! Now, I can do all the things I want to do with no repercussions!"

Voice Lines:

"I received a ton of letters and text messages from my fans wishing me a 'happy birthday'! My cell phone keeps buzzing me cause of all of the messages I'm getting on PROFILE. Not that I'm complaining, of course!"

"But still... hard to believe I'm 16. It feels weird. Not in a bad way, but just weird-weird, cause I don't feel 16. ...What's even weirder is that I haven't even known Mina or Elliot that long..."

"Kanra-chan called to wish me a 'happy birthday!' That just totally made my day! I'm so happy right now! Just knowing she went out of her way to do that..."

"...kind of ironic that she could do that, but my own "mother" and creator couldn't bother. Peh, what am I saying? Why would she waste her time? After all, compared to my dear older brother who my mom pays more attention to than any other of her precious "children" I'm not... perfect."

"Mina! Thanks a lot, big sis! I'm glad you're here too! I know our initial meeting wasn't the... best way to start a relationship. ...B-but, let's not drudge up old stuff! Today's a happy day! ...Aww, thanks, big sis! I care for you too!"

"So, what did you get me for my birthday?! What's this? A... star projector that doubles as a Bluetooth speaker? This is awesome, Mina! I'm definitely going to use this thing tonight when I go to sleep! I can't wait to fall asleep to music playing while looking at the stars! Thanks again, Big Sis!"

"Elliot! Thanks a lot, Big Bro! And thanks for the pancakes this morning! Those things were delicious! You should think about making those everyday! ...Aww, why not? Special occasion? Bah, who needs a special occasion when sweet stuff is involved? ...Bah, you're a party pooper, big bro. ...Wah! No! Don't take my gift back, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, really! ...Sheesh, big bro. Where's all this confidence at when you're at school, huh?"

"So... what did you give me? A... humidifier? ...For sore throats and such? ...Wow, I'm surprised you remember that, bro. That was months ago when I mentioned that! But still, thanks for this bro! I'll definitely use it when I can!"

Mina Lines:

"Happy birthday, Yorii-kun. I'm glad to see you've reached the age of 16, which is a shock in, and of, itself. ...Well, considering the trouble you get into, I'm not wrong for saying that. ...Our initial meeting? You mean when you hypnotized me and tried to get to serve you? Yes, you're right. That wasn't an ideal way to start a relationship. *Sighs* No matter how much you annoy me, I still care for you, Yorii."

"Anyway, here is your birthday gift. I saw this in a store window one night, and I'd thought you might like it. Yes, considering how much you love music and the sound of your own voice, I knew it was a smart decision to make to get it. ...You're welcome. Just don't disturb me or Elliot with your music, okay?"

Elliot Lines:

"Happy birthday, Yorii! I'm glad you liked the pancakes! I saw the recipe on the Internet and decided to make them. ...No, we cannot have them everyday. For one, eating all that sugar isn't healthy. Plus, they're only for special occasions. ...The answer is still 'no', Yorii. ...If you're going to be this way, I can always return this gift I bought you. ...That's better. And please don't mention school right now, please."

"So, you mentioned a few months earlier that your throat was hurting from all of the singing you had to do. So, I looked online and heard that using a humidifier can now only clear a sore throat, but make it easier for you to sleep, so I bought you one. I'm glad you like it, Yorii. Use it well!"

[suzieb-fit]

Trying some Collagen Peptides to potentially boost my health. Plus add a bit of protein. Sprinkled it on my fruit, nuts and greek yoghurt.

Speaking of my fruit, I've binned my "banned" list. Need to see what happens. I've so far reintroduced brazil nuts and then apple today. Just had a bit of a flare up, but I'm still having them sometimes anyway.

All these restrictions are bringing me down. Especially since they are all healthy things like apples, brazils, bananas and peas. Maybe getting me down just as much as the mucus thing was (and still is).

Anyway, I've had a pretty good day.

15hr fast, fabulous macros, strength training, yoga and a nice little walk.

Chill time after all that. Oodie on, a second special coffee as a treat, and that yummy, nutritious afternoon snack.