#i have just enough discipline to stay at my work desk and not totally fuck off to do vp

[fereldanwench]

why actually do my job when i can just drink coffee and stare at pictures of valerie while rewatching the same three youtube videos for 4 hours

#i have ZERO focus rn #i have just enough discipline to stay at my work desk and not totally fuck off to do vp #but that's about it lmao #also i think i am sick #throat is getting worse and im so drained #very frustrated #t: wench.txt

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

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[nightowlfandom]

CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit. 

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief. 

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.” 

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door. 

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word. 

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!” 

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner. 

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed. 

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice. 

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully. 

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.” 

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face. 

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed. 

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. 

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed. 

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!” 

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk. 

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused. 

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned. 

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago. 

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders. 

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit. 

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

 “Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

 “I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off. 

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck. 

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #286

“has he lost his mind? can he see or is he blind? can he walk at all, or if he moves, will he fall?”

Do you prefer having carpets or hardwood floors? Hardwood floors. Easier to clean and just looks better imo. When was the last time you took a bath? Is this something you do often or do you prefer taking showers? Not since I was a kid, probably. I don't like baths; it feels dirty. What’s your favorite way to style your hair? Do you do this hairstyle often or is it too much hassle for you? "I can’t style it any way." <<<< Mine is too short, too. Do you have a real or artificial tree at Christmas? We always use artificial. The mess isn't worth it. What’s your favourite snack to make when you watch a movie? Popcorn, of course. Do you prefer the Beatles or the Rolling Stones? The Rolling Stones. The only Beatles' song off the top of my head that I enjoy is "Hey, Jude," while there's a handful of Stones' songs I like. When was the last time you played a game of Monopoly? Did you play until the end or did everyone get fed up and start arguing? I'm pretty sure the last time was the PlayStation version at Jason's house. I don't recall if we finished it or not. Have you ever won money on a scratch card or the lottery? How much did you win and what did you spend it on? Maybe like, $10 or so? Mom or Dad would buy one for the hell of it rarely, and they always let us kids scratch it off because we thought it was fun for whatever reason. Have you been on a plane before? Where was the last place you travelled to? Yeah, multiple times. I went to Illinois last to stay with Sara for a couple weeks. Would you rather do a wordsearch or a crossword? Wordsearch. What’s your favorite colour of skittles? Red, duh. I always save those for last. Do you have a favorite TV detective (eg. Sherlock, Poirot)? What is it that you like about them? Does Dean Winchester count? I loved him when I was into Supernatural. He was so charismatic, funny, a wonderful big brother, and don't forget hot as fuck lmao. Were you ever in any positions of responsibility when you were in school? No. Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? How long have you needed to wear those for? I'd had glasses since high school. I'm blind as a mf. Do you talk in your sleep? Yes. Ocean or pool? Pool. Cleaner and less risk. I'll swim in either, though. What's your favorite song at the moment? "DEGRADE" by "3TEETH." I've been hooked on them lately. Ever met anyone famous? No. Do you feel that you've had a truly successful life? *blinks* Have you been in love? Absolutely. Where do you wish you were? Sara's would be great. Last thing you spent lots of money on? My Markiplier tattoo. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden. What is your favorite kind of car? I really dunno. I don't know almost any car by name. I like slick-looking ones, though. AKA expensive ones lmao. What would you honestly do if you had a million dollars? Pay off a lot of things, first of all. For both myself and Mom. I know too well I'd spend a good deal on tats, but I'm quite sure I'd be disciplined enough to know what's more important. Are you more of a shy or outgoing person? I am VERY shy. Would you rather listen to new music or the classics? I tend to listen to music I already know. I go hunting for new bands and songs too rarely... Can you do a cartwheel? lol hell no Do you currently feel any sadness? I always do. Do you always respond to chain letters? I literally never do. I don't care what it's about. They're annoying. Do you spend too much time online? My life is online. It's depressing, and very. I usually don't know what to do with myself if I don't have access to it. What is your biggest annoyance? Right now, people not complying to COVID restrictions to help end this madness. Are you currently in a relationship? No. What do you like to do for fun? Watch YouTube, play WoW, write, read, take pictures... Not a lot. I've been stuck with anhedonia for years; not a lot of things give me any sort of pleasure, even the aforementioned things sometimes. Can you type without looking at the keyboard? Yeah. Do you ever feel like people use you? I've sure as shit felt it before. What role does religion play in your life? None. It's honestly a place of bitterness. Can you sleep with your eyes open? Noooooooo, that shit creeps me out. How often (if ever) do you use moisturiser? Pretty much never... but I need to considering my skin is dry as the Sahara. Have you had any of your wisdom teeth removed? What was the reason? (eg. infection, impaction, lack of space). No. What was the reason for your last hospital visit? I visited Mom after her surgery. Do you use a laptop, desktop, tablet or phone to take your surveys? Laptop. Do you have any debt? If so, are you on top of paying it all back? College debt, for sure. I dropped out three different times. No, I'm nowhere near on top of it. How often do you travel by public transport? Never. Do you have an Instagram account? If so, how often do you post on there and what kind of things do you post? I have three, haha. I don't post on any regularly enough... but I use my first one most. My "main" one is my primary photography one, and I have a second photography account for my darker/roadkill/"vulture culture" work. Lastly I made one for my pets... yes, I decided to be one of those people lmao. Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer? Definitely not, but we want to try to get closer. In Grammy's last days, she shared that she wished we were more "together" so much. Do you prefer to give your pets human names or not? Definitely not human names, at least usually. Have you ever used a fire extinguisher? Would you know how to use one without reading the instructions? No; I doubt it. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to deal with at your job? When I worked, impatient customers. What was the last thing you used your mobile phone for? Listening to music. While my laptop is kaput, I'm using an old one, but it's super slow so I'm just using my phone for music and videos. Did you used to play The Sims? What version or expansion pack was your favorite one to play? I loved the animals one; I went through a period of playing that a loooot. There was also an African wildlife one that I had, but that one was pretty boring, honestly. I never got into the human ones. What quality do you value most highly in others? Probably compassion. Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? Mom. What was your best find from a flea market, garage sale, ebay or thrift? I got an AWESOME shipwreck w/ a sea serpent nightlight from the flea market once. What is one selfish thing you tend to do? Uhhhh I'm unsure. I try not to be selfish. Have you ever written a letter to a soldier? No, but man does this make me think of "Travelin' Soldier." I love that song so much, man. Always have. What do you use batteries for the most often? Ha, it used to be my mouse, but now that I have one that plugs up to the computer to charge, idk. What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? "I don’t think I’ve ended any kind of relationship over something small." <<<< Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? It really depends on what I want and how hungry I am. If I had the first two though, I almost certainly couldn't handle a dessert. Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? My older sister had it very badly to the point she wound up in the ER. It's no fucking joke. Aside from the necessities (eating, breathing etc.) what is something you do every single day, without fail? I was going to say “get on the computer” or something of the sort, but what if I don’t have access to technology that day for whatever reason? In that case, I’d think of Jason to some point. There isn’t a day that passes when he’s not lurking in my head somewhere. Is there anything you enjoy that’s considered childish for your age? What is it? Roleplaying. Some shows. I’m sure there’s plenty others. How many times a day do you use the bathroom? A LOT. If I’m drinking something, a lot of the time, I almost immediately have to go pee after a single sip. Do you need caffeine to wake up in the morning? What’s your drink of choice? I wouldn’t say I NEED it, no. I do regularly have my Mountain Dew in the morning in place of coffee tho lmao. That’s out of habit, though. Do you live somewhere with lots of livestock or wild animals? Livestock, absolutely. Wild animals, sure, so long you’re not right in a city. Well, even then, roadkill isn’t rare. Would you rather live somewhere rural or urban? RURAL. Mom and I are both having trouble adjusting to living in the suburbs. The only good thing is we’re closer to everything. Is there anything (a hobby, for example) that’s guaranteed to always make you feel better when you’ve had a bad day? Not absolutely without fail. If you’re struggling with your mental health, who are you most likely to open up to, or would you bottle it up instead? I VERY rarely bottle it up. That is so unhealthy. I confide in my mom, usually. What room of your house do you spend the most time in? Is this through choice or necessity? Ugh, my bedroom… but yeah, it’s choice. I COULD be in the kitchen or living room on the laptop, I just don’t want to for privacy’s sake. I’m waiting for the extra bedroom to be cleaned out to turn that into like my “dayroom” or “office.” I’m putting a desk in there, lots of motivational stuff, just things to inspire me to work. I NEED away from my bed. I only want to use it to sleep. If you have pets, do you snuggle with them when you’re having a bad time? Does it make you feel better? Well, it’s hard to “snuggle” with a snake, but I’ll still take her out sometimes and she gets comfortable against me for warmth. I do however definitely snuggle with my cat Roman, because he’s a total cuddlebug and super affectionate with me. How would you rate Stephen King as a writer? Shockingly, I haven’t read a novel by him. However, knowing stories he’s written and his genre, I think I’d absolutely love him. What movie are you looking forward to? Oh goodness, I have no idea. I’m totally out of touch with movies. Have you been to see an opera? No, they don’t appeal to me. What do you wish that you knew with more certainty? My career success. Of the following things, which would you most like to have more of? Drink, dreams, bed, drugs, lust, lies, hate, love, fear, fun, pain, flesh, stars, smiles, fame, sex: Love, of course. Would you ever consider working for the government? Absolutely not. What are the best and worst television channels? I don’t need to even watch television to tell you Discovery is best. Idk about worst. If you had a magical pencil and everything you drew became real what would you draw? Hm… if I drew like, Earth overlayed with a peace symbol, would that cause world peace? What would you like to touch? A wild (well, habituated) meerkat. Meerkats are just… so important in my life. Without them, I wouldn’t have met people who’ve greatly affected and even changed my life. I know the day I (hopefully) hold or pet one will be one where I cry. Does anything you own glow in the dark? I don’t know. Would you rather ride a dragon or a unicorn? Who the hell would answer “unicorn” to this???? Dragons are so so so superior. Can you make a balloon animal? No. How many glasses of water do you drink each day? Rarely more than two, if even that. What do you like in a poem, accessibility, crypticness, or something in between? I guess of these options, leaving some cryptic space, room for the reader to imagine. What I cherish most in poetry though is descriptiveness, but not to an excessive point where it’s just hard to understand. Who do you find yourself in constant conflict with? Why the conflict? MYSELF. I’m just so mad at and disappointed with myself. What subjects do you refuse to talk about? Why are you hiding from them? I mean, none, really. With some people I’m willing to talk about whatever topic. Greatest black and white film: Idk, I can’t recall enough. Greatest film three hours or longer: Troy. I adore that movie. I should watch it again…

#survey #quiz #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''iron man'' by black sabbath

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Living with a Hybrid Part 4 (Hybrid!Taeyong x Reader)

Summary: Some time had passed now since you had found Taeyong and you had gotten very attached to the boy. It was just a normal Friday when you received a distress call in your lunchbreak just to encounter Taeyongs previous owner and his current hybrid. You were not thinking of letting that guy go without consequences and letting that hybrid suffer anymore.

Contains: fluff, angst

Warnings: mentioning of abuse/violence

Wordcount: 4,5 K

A/N: I was thinking about including some more members of NCT 127 for some time and since the plot that I had scripted beforehand was including another hybrid I decided to make Haechan a golden retriever hybrid since I thought that would suit his personality and it was fitting quite good into the story. You will know what I mean when Part 5 comes out ;D

Enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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After I had calmed down again, I spend the rest of the evening listening to Taeyong telling me how his day went and what he did at the pancake shop. His eyes sparkled every time he talked about how happy the customers looked when they ate the pancakes he and Mark had made together. I was really proud of him. He was so shy at first but now he had started to bloom on his own and was the most beautiful flower. Mark and Johnny had suggested that he would help them in the shop and would get paid a little so that I wouldn’t be the only one to bring home money. I thought it was cute that he was thinking about helping me with money since I now had to pay for 2 people instead of just myself. And since I saw that he was really having fun at the pancake shop I didn’t say anything against it. As long as my Taeyongie has fun with what he’s doing that is totally fine with me. He would be in the best of hands he could be in and I knew that I could always count on Mark and Johnny to keep an eye on him to make sure that he was ok. After talking for ours we decided to go to bed.

It had been some time since I had found Taeyong and I was growing to love him even more from every day that passed. He had been working with the boys for over a week now and every time I came home from work he would be waiting at the shop with freshly made pancakes to serve me. It was just the cutest. We were starting to get closer and he was opening up even more. Taeyong still kept to him how long he had been with his previous owner or what he had been enduring while he was with him but he was letting you get closer to him and learning more about him and his life.

Today was another normal weekday. As I was about to leave the house to go to work Taeyong tried to keep me in bed but I was able to escape his grip. He pouted and looked at me with his puppy eyes that make me always melt on the spot. I had kissed his cheek before I went to leave the apartment. On my way to work I got a message from Taeyong making a big fat smile form on my face.

Taeyongie: Don’t overwork yourself and come back soon <3

You: I will. Have fun today with the boys. See you later <3

The day went on like usually. As I arrived at work there was already a pile of files on my desk that I had to work through. It was a lot but luckily there were a lot of people at work helping me. It was lunchtime when I received a call from an unknown number. I picked up the phone and held it to my ear.

“Hello?”, I asked curious of whom it might be.

“Hi. This is Yumi from the hybrid shop. He’s back and he’s not alone. There is a golden retriever hybrid with him and I’m not sure if he is ok. He looks hurt and really sad.”

As I heard her words I instantly stood up from my office chair and grabbed my things from the desk. There was no time to lose. I had to get there as soon as possible to keep that hybrid from ending up like Taeyong. Hurt and scared.

“When did he arrive?”, I asked already noticing the panic in my voice as I put on my coat and grabbed my bag.

“Just a moment ago. I instantly called you.”

“Stay on the phone. I’m on my way.”

I literally ran out of my office. Some co-workers looked at me confused.

“Hey where are you going?”, one of them asked.

“No time to explain. There’s an emergency”, I said while passing them and then left the building.

I had no time to wait for the bus so I just walked. Yumi was still on the phone telling me what was going on in the shop. It seemed like I would arrive there just in time. I was almost there. Just 5 more minutes and I could look at that asshole that hurt my precious hybrid and help the other hybrid to not end up hurt and broken.

“We have a problem”, Yumi said over the phone.

“What is it?”, I asked already anger and fear building inside my chest.

“Taeyong is here”, she said and my heart dropped.

“Keep him away from that bastard. I’ll be there in a sec”

Now was the time to be running as fast as I could. There was no way I let Taeyong and that guy meet again. I couldn’t even imagine what might happen if these two saw each other. Horror scenarios started playing in my mind and I ran even faster. I was glad when I saw the front of the shop. I ran through the entrance towards Yumi. She had fear written all over her face as if she was scared of that guy too.

“You’re here. I can’t see Taeyong or that guy anywhere but none of them left the shop.”, she said distress coating her voice.

“I’ll find them. Call the police. I will not let that bastard get out of this shop without being punished.”

“Ok. I’ll stay right here”, she said and grabbed her phone again.

I left my stuff at the counter and walked into the back of the shop. Just as I walked through an aisle, I heard someone speaking. I walked closer and noticed it was a male’s voice that sounded really angry. I listened closely.

“Let’s see if your new owner still loves you when you come home covered in bruises.”, he said and just as those words left his mouth, I knew I had to intervene.

I walked towards where the voice came from and almost heard my heart shatter into thousands of pieces when I saw Taeyong cowering on the floor while a huge guy stood before him. I didn’t need to think twice to know that this was his previous owner. Some people just look violent when you look at them and he was definitely one of those people. Anger and a bit of fear started to build in my stomach and I walked towards that guy.

“So you’re the asshole that did this to him”, I just said standing next to him.

“Y/N”, Taeyong mumbled surprised looking up at me with tears stained cheeks and his hands covering his neck.

I walked between Taeyong and that guy trying to act like a human shield. I wouldn’t let him do anything to my Taeyong.

“Are you ok?”, I asked him and he nodded.

The guy took a step back and then looked at me.

“Oh. So you are the kindhearted person that decided to pick up the trash from the street. Didn’t your parents tell you that playing in the trash would make you trash, too”, he spit those words at me with a smirk on his face.

How fucked up does a person have to be to be smiling in a situation like this. I looked behind him to see that there was the hybrid Yumi had mentioned hiding. He was pretty but I could see from here that he had choking bruises around his neck and he was scared. I send a smile towards him seeing tears forming in his eyes. He silently formed “Help me” with his mouth. I felt pain in my heart.

“I don’t know if your parents completely failed to raise you and didn’t tell you that no one has the right to hurt other people”, I said, my voice full of anger and disgust.

“People? I don’t see people here. I just see two pets begging for someone to discipline them and I just give them what they want”

Every word that came out of his mouth made me want to puke. How narrowminded could a person be. I knew that there still were people thinking of hybrids as pets but none of them that I met in my entire life were talking bullshit like he did.

“Yes, they are people. These two beautiful creatures are just as much human as we are. Just because they have animal additions to their body doesn’t mean you can treat them like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with your view but I see two scared boys wanting to be loved by someone and not abused. I don’t know what ever happened to you in your life that you have to take out your anger on these innocent creatures or if you are just fucked up and have fun hurting them.”

He just started to laugh and looked at his hybrid behind him. He grabbed him by his ears and pulled him to his side. The hybrid cried in pain and fell to his knees as his owner let his ears go. My heart was hurting and I could almost feel his pain. I wanted to help him but I was scared that the guy would start to hurt me too.

“Can’t you see how useless they are? You have to beat them so they understand that you’re the boss and that they have to obey your orders”, he said and kicked his hybrid.

I couldn’t watch this any longer. I stepped forward so that I could expand my arm to the hybrid.

“That’s enough. Come to me. He will never hurt you again”, I said holding my hand out for the scared hybrid to take.

“He won’t go to you. He knows that I’m his boss…HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

While he was talking the hybrid crawled towards me and took my hand.

“You’re dead”, his owner said walking towards his hybrid and I.

I was so focused on keeping the hybrid save that I didn’t even notice the police entering the shop and walking towards us. Just as a policemen stood almost next to us I noticed their presence.

“Is he the guy that abuses hybrids?”, the policemen asked Yumi who was standing now next to us.

“Yes, he is”, she said with a shaky voice.

“What is going on here?”, the guy asked and looked at Yumi, the policemen and then at me.

“This was all a set up? You will pay for this”, he said towards me.

“Sir, you should keep your mouth shut. You’re arrested for abusing multiple hybrids in addition to threatening Miss L/N. Whatever you say now can and will be used against you”, the policemen said and pulled out handcuffs while his colleague grabbed that guys arms behind his back.

“You can’t arrest me. I didn’t do anything. These bastards are lying”, he shouted as the policemen tried to put him in cuffs.

“Oh are we. Then you should look at this, officer”, I said and looked at the scared hybrid next to me.

He lifted his head up so that the bruises on his neck were on display. The officer’s eyes opened wide and he looked angry at the guy. Suddenly Taeyong stood next to me and took off his collar revealing bruises. When did he get these? They looked like someone had choked him with his collar.

“He hurt me too and these wounds”, he lifted his shirt revealing all the bruises that were slowly healing, “they were caused by him, too”

The officer nodded and then looked at his colleague who was just as shocked as him. They walked off with the guy and noted our numbers down so that they could contact us for further information. I thanked the officers and then turned my attention back on Taeyong and the other hybrid. Yumi went back to her position at the counter. I looked at Taeyong and grabbed his hands.

“You said you were ok, but your whole neck is bruised. This must hurt really bad.”, I said and slowly lifted my hand towards his wounded neck.

“I didn’t want to worry you. You were so brave to stand up for us. Thank you”, he said and hugged me tight.

“I will always stand up for you. You are my family. Whoever hurts my family has to deal with me”, I explained and hugged him even tighter.

We separated and I turned towards the other hybrid. He was now sitting on a chair near the changing cabins and was trembling from head to toe. I looked at Taeyong trying to see if he knew what I should do. He just nodded and then whispered in my ear.

“You should do that alone. You’re great at talking. You can do it. I’ll be with Yumi”, he said and then quickly kissed my cheek before he left.

I walked towards the hybrid and crouched down in front of him. As he noticed me he began to cry again and almost threw himself into my arms.

“Thank you”, he cried against my shoulder, still trembling like crazy while I held him in my arms.

“No need to thank me. You deserve so much better. I just had to put that guy in his place. No one should ever have to suffer like you or Taeyong did.”, I said and tried to calm him down by softly stroking his back.

We stayed like this for some time until his crying slowly got quieter and he lifted his head from my shoulder to look at me.

“Your name is Y/N, right?”, he asked and wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his pullover.

“Yes. What’s yours?”

“Haechan”, he said in a shy voice and send me a small smile.

This was the first time I saw him smile and it was really beautiful. He was just as cute as Taeyong but looked a lot younger than him.

“That’s a beautiful name. It suits you”, I said and softly pet his head.

He flinched at first but after he noticed that I wouldn’t do anything to him he let me pet him. He closed his eyes and a small smile spread on his lips while he began to quietly purr. I had to smile too. I was glad that he was still able to smile after what had happened to him. He seemed to be just as strong as Taeyong. I still had to think about what I would do now with 2 hybrids. I couldn’t just bring him t the orphanage and I didn’t want to let him go either. So I just quickly decided to take him in for some time since he had nowhere to go.

“Haechan. What do you think about staying with me and Taeyong for a while?”, I asked and his eyes shot open in shock.

“R-Really? You would do that?”, he asked, tears already building in his eyes.

“Yes of course. We will find someone to take you in who treats you just the way you deserve. I promise”

“Pinky swear?”, he asked and held his pinky towards me.

“Pinky swear”

I hooked my finger with his and saw him smile bright. I then took his hand and we walked towards the counter where Yumi and Taeyong were currently engaged in a conversation. As Yumi saw that I was holding Haechans hand she smiled and came towards me from behind the counter.

“You really are too kindhearted. Thank you”, she said and hugged me.

Haechan let go of my hand and walked over to Taeyong. I hugged her back.

“That’s just my nature. I couldn’t stand by and see someone suffer. That’s just the way I am. You’re welcome. Whenever there is something, I can help with, just call me. I’ll gladly help you out.”, I suggested and she nodded.

We separated and I saw that Taeyong had put his arm around Haechan who was almost clinging to the older boy. It looked really adorable.

“Let’s go home.”, Taeyong said and looked at me.

“Alright. We’ll see you”, I said goodbye to Yumi and then grabbed my stuff from the counter.

“Bye”

We left the shop and I took Taeyong by the hand. It wasn’t because I thought he needed it after what happened but it was more myself who now needed to feel his warmth just to know that he was ok and that no harm could happen to him. I looked at Haechan who had his arm around Taeyongs waist and looked towards me.

“Are you ok, Haechan?”, I asked and changed my position so that I was on his side.

“Y-Yeah. I’m alright. Thanks to you”, he mumbled and slightly smiled.

I then remembered that I should call at work to tell them that I wasn’t coming back. Lunchbreak was already over and I could go back if I wanted but the health of those two hybrids were definitely my priority now. I called one of my colleagues and vaguely explained what happened. Gladly he suggested to take over my work since he was almost ready with his part. I was glad that I had someone that I could count on. And I was even more glad that it was Friday which meant that the weekend was free time for me to spend with Taeyong and Haechan. But now we had to get back home.

“Why were you at the shop?”, I asked Taeyong and saw a slight blush creep onto his face.

“Oh. Nothing. I just needed something. Don’t worry about it”, he explained stuttering and I noticed the bag in his hands.

“Can I see what you bought?”, I asked curious and he shook his head.

“Nope. That’s not for you to see”, he said this time a bit more confident and I heard Haechan giggle.

“Oh come on. I’m very curious”, I whined which made us all laugh.

“Nope. Just wait and see”, Taeyong replied and smirked at me.

“Whatever”

We then arrived at the bus station and got onto the bus heading to our home. As we arrived at the apartment complex Taeyong said he would quickly tell the boys that he was done for the day while I walked Haechan to the apartment. As we arrived in the elevator the boy began to speak.

“Are you sure it’s ok if I come with you? I mean it seems like I’m in the way or something like that”, he said and let his head hang low.

“Hey. You’re not in the way. I suggested you’d come with us so don’t worry about it. Everything is fine. You can stay as long as you want”, I assured and placed and hand on his shoulder.

He lifted his head to look at me and smiled at him sincerely. He mumbled an almost not noticeable “Ok” before we left the elevator at our floor.  He grabbed my hand on the way to the apartment which made me almost feel like a mom. I opened the door to our home and stepped in. As I closed the door he looked at me as if he was waiting for something.

“Can I take my shoes of?”, he asked and my heart shattered as I saw his fearful eyes.

“Of course you can. There are no rules here so do whatever you want. You don’t need my permission”, I explained and he nodded.

Haechan took off his shoes and then wandered into the living room on his own. I walked to my desk and put away my bag with the work related stuff, changed into some sweatpants and a lose oversize shirt and then joined him on the couch in the living room.

“Can I ask you something?”, he asked as I sat down next to him.

“Sure”

“Are you and Taeyong a couple?”

I was surprised by his sudden question but at the same time I was relieved that it was such a simple question.

“No, we’re not. It might seem like it since we show a lot of affection to one another, but we are not together”, I explained and he turned towards me.

“I’m sorry he got hurt because of me”, Haechan mumbled and looked down towards his feet.

“Hey. It’s not your fault. You were hurt just as much. Don’t worry about it.”, I reassured and cautiously grabbed his hand.

“I’ll get some stuff to treat your bruises.”, I said and stood up to walk towards the bathroom to gather some things to ease his pain.

In the meantime, Taeyong had arrived at the apartment and joined me in the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head down on my shoulder. I smiled and turned my head to face him.

“Hi”, I said and smiled at him.

“Hi. Is Haechanie ok?”, he asked and nuzzle his nose against my neck.

“He blames himself for you getting hurt. I think he might need some time to understand what happened.”, I said and turned around.

“He couldn’t do anything. It’s my fault for running into that guy again. He was like frozen when the guy attacked me and pulled on my collar. There was no way he could have helped me without getting hurt himself. He did the right thing”, Taeyong explained and smiled at me.

“You’re right. Let’s treat both of your wounds. I don’t even wanna know how bad his bruises look.”, I said shaking my head thinking of all the dark purple bruises Taeyong had as I found him.

We walked together to the living room and Taeyong sat down next to Haechan. I took some pictures of Taeyongs bruises so that I could send them to the police for them to use these against their owner. I then took my place on top of the coffee table and treated Taeyongs bruise first. It had already turned purple and I hoped that it wasn’t hurting as much as it looked like. I applied some pain relief gel on his neck, hoping that it would ease his pain soon. He looked at me with his usual loving eyes making sure that I knew that he was ok and that there was no reason for me to worry. As I was done with him I turned to Haechan who had watched me closely.

“Is it ok if I touch you?”, I asked, making sure that I wouldn’t do anything he was afraid of.

He nodded and send me a small smile. I took his hands softly stroking his skin making sure he really was ok.

“Do you have any other bruises than the ones on your neck?”, I asked and he swallowed hard.

“Yes. On my back”, he mumbled with a quiet voice.

“Then let me treat those first”

Haechan grabbed his pullover and pulled it over his head. Taeyong who was still sitting next to him looked at his back and I saw his eyes widen. Haechan turned around and as I saw the wounds on his back I almost had the urge to puke. Not because it looked disgusting but because I couldn’t understand why someone would hurt him like this. There were some purple bruises on his lower back but those weren’t even the worst. There were a lot of bruises that looked like they were caused by being hit with a belt. Some of them must have bled since there were some already healing wounds on the edges of them. I took some pictures of those too and then put away my phone. I reached out with my hand to carefully apply some ointment on his wounds. I felt his body tremble under my touch so I tried to work on his wounds as fast as I could. As I was done I applied some pain relief gel on his bruises on his back and neck. Taeyong was holding his hand throughout the whole process trying to make it as comfortable for him as possible.

“All done”, I said and Haechan turned around to face me.

“Thanks”, he said and then got pulled into a hug from Taeyong.

“You must have endured so much pain. You’re safe with us from now on. We’ll make sure to find someone for you that loves you just as much as Y/N loves me”, he said and smiled in my direction.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest as he said that. It was true. I really loved him with all my heart and Haechan deserved to receive the same. I joined their hug making sure that neither of them could get hurt. Haechan had already started to cry again but this time not because he was sad or scared but because he was so happy that he had found us. I was sure that a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders knowing that he was safe now. We separated and I went into the kitchen to make dinner for the three of us. The rest of the evening was spend with eating, watching TV and snuggling together on the couch with one hybrid on each side snuggled close to me. We all almost fell asleep on the couch. It was late already so I stood up to get a pillow and a blanket for Haechan from the bedroom so that he could sleep on the couch since the bed was a bit small for three people to sleep in it.

“Are you ok with sleeping alone?”, I asked him as he laid down wrapping himself in the blanket.

“Yes. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine”, he assured and smiled at Taeyong and I.

“If something happens, you know where to find us”, I said before I softly kissed his forehead and then walked off with Taeyong.

“Good night, Haechan”

“Good night, Y/N”

As we arrived in the bedroom Taeyong changed into his pyjama while I changed into mine. I was too tired from todays events to care if he saw me change or not. I crawled onto the bed and laid down next to him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to his chest.

“You are not allowed to show affection to Haechanie.”, he mumbled and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Are you jealous?”, I asked smirking and saw a light pink appear on his cheeks.

“No, but it’s my privilege to get affection from you”, he pouted, his voice getting quieter by the end of the sentence.

I cupped his face with my hands and placed a kiss on his forehead, nose and on each of his cheeks.

“You get more that enough affection from me, Taeyongie. Haechan deserved some love today, too”

“But your love is mine”, he whined and pulled me closer again.

“You’re right. My love is all yours”, I mumbled while my heart was racing against my chest.

“Good night, Taeyongie”

“Good night, Y/N”

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[agreekdemigod]

Coffee Whim

“Your designs are always so colorful.”

The brush traced a long curve in the canvas, lining in pastel colors the figure of a profile.

“Are you sure you don’t want any of them as your protagonist?”

The shadow must be done right, if he didn’t want it to look opaque. Light shades to enhance the curve of her cheeks and lips, curved in a peaceful smile.

“I wish I had such amazing ideas.”

Should he add a bit of orange at the tips of the petals? Or maybe at the base of the flowers. But then the colour would contrast with the blond of her hair and that just wouldn’t work.

The tips would be, then, but very slightly, as if the sunlight reflected in her curls.

“My eyes hurt a bit while watching it but it is indeed beautiful.”

Adding one last detail, Kaminari left the utensil in the table beside him, eyes fixed in his last piece of work, his breath uneasy as he watched nervously the face in front of him.

His brain hadn’t failed him this time. All the details were perfect, as if she was there in front of him, real and reachable.

The idea of calling his sister crossed his mind as the feeling of keeping it only for his eyes thickened in his chest.

Later, he would call later.

*

All his life, Kaminari has painted everything his mind provided.

His mother used to say she and his father had to run to stop him from painting the walls, at the time when “no’s” didn’t mean anything to him.

He was so small and still that didn't stop him from holding a crayon, even before he learnt how to walk without stumbling. And once his grandma bought him his first brush, he was unstoppable.

His sister only seemed to encourage him. Her bedroom walls were an explosion of colour, doodles of their garden, their family and just random stuff covering every inch from the base to where his tiny hand could reach. Their parents gave up soon after he decorated their own bedroom too.

They had another artist in the family, there was nothing else they could do to stop it. And in all truth, they didn’t want to.

The walls in the house were white but Denki brought them colour, just as he did with everything he touched and everyone he met.

His teachers said he had too much energy, that he was different. Some would tell his parents to find him activities to tire him up while others would state that he must learn to control himself, that everything could be solved with discipline.

The doctors gave his parents the name and a better way to deal with it and they accepted it as a part of the son they loved and cared about and heard attentively  the recommendations that would help their kid to integrate in a society not as comprensible as them.

They encouraged him and were with him with every step he took, ready to catch him everytime he fell.

Denki learnt how to play the guitar from his father himself, and went to his first art class thanks to his mother.

He learnt that drawing helped him with his ADHD and that listening to things was an easier way to memorize complicated stuff.

He learnt the tricks to control his anxiety and how to make his hands movements less obvious in public, specially after being hours sitting in a classroom with his mind flying miles away from the teacher's explanation.

It wasn’t perfect and most of the times he still got nagged by the adults for not staying steady more than ten minutes but he learnt to get used to that too, to shrug off the harsh words or stares, even when sometimes they hurt so much that he had the go to hide in his  mother's arms to find understanding

Things are inevitable in this world, she would say, pressing her cheek against his, her curls tickling Denki's skin.That close to her, he could smell her shampoo and the scent of coffee in her clothes. Things such as love and fate. And you, my dear, are one of those things. You are inevitable, Denki. Inevitable to love and impossible to forget and ignore. She would kiss his temple then and would caress his blonde hair with her nose as she whispered,

You are our star.

*

Denki loved coffee even before tasting it for the first time.

He loved the smell of it lingering on his house’s kitchen, the way his father seemed so happy while drinking it and the profundity of its colour, neither brown nor black and sometimes with a hint of gold.

And he loved its flavour, of course, the sweet and bitter taste of it against his tongue and the million ways it could be prepared and still taste so rich and contradictory.

He loved coffee and the way his mother would smile while preparing it, with the attentive stares of the three coffee addicts in the household on her, as they waited impatiently for it to be ready.

And he kept loving it, even after she wasn’t there to prepare it anymore.

*

“...now I have to find a new fucking job that isn’t a total waste of time and without a shitty pay.” Bakugou growled and Kaminari kicked a can in the middle of the street, doing it a couple of times more before picking it up, talking to the other end of the line as he did so.

“I mean, you could have let that old woman shout at you? I know it would have been shitty but at least that would have let you keep your job. It would be difficult to get hired at this time of the year.” The can clanked when he throw it in the trash bin, loud enough to rival Bakugo's rude scoff.

“And let that fucker continue her life without no one telling her how much she sucked? No way. I may have been fired but shit I don’t regret anything.”

Kaminari sighed but nodded nonetheless. He was right, this world sure needed more people that would face middle class woman to suck it up and stop acting as if everyone debt them something.

Bakugou started ranting again and Kaminari readjusted his grip on his backpack, heavy because of the new assignments and homework he didn't have the energy or motivation to do.

The second part of the semester had barely started and he could already feel the fatigue and stress of the upcoming final project.The fact that he should had started planning it weeks ago wasn't helping either.

And that's why he was there that day.

The tinkle of the doorbell of The Coffee Whim welcomed him as a feeling similar to homecoming replaced the anxiety on his chest and the warm and exquisite scent of the coffee filled his nostrils.

The place was rather small, with wooden floors and big picture windows towards the main street, sofas and rounded tables spread around in an organized disorder. The walls were surprisingly empty, though: only a poster of a porcelain cup and a cork board with coffee recipes hanging on the main wall.

“I'm saving the space for your works, dear.” The owner replied when Kaminari had mentioned it casually one afternoon. “Now, where is the promised portrait of my son?”

Denki had laughed before shrugging helplessly.

“He keeps running away everytime he sees me, how can I paint a kid like that?.”

Kaminari had known Mrs. Midoriya since the opening of the café. He had wandered there one night, back in his highschool days, in the middle of a sexuality crisis that had been eating him for the last year.

He must had been looking as pitiful as he felt because she had smiled kindly to his mumbling and added extra cream and chocolate chips to his order. Kaminari had loved her since then.

She wouldn't be there that time though, having getting married only a few days ago. Her honeymoon would probably last, at least, one more month, and Kaminari sure missed her as well as he was happy for her. (The premise was still open though which he was very thankful for)

The cafe was deserted that day, no sign of Mineta or any of the other baristas at the other side of the counter. They were probably in the kitchen, playing on their phones while enjoying the lazy day.

Instead, a black haired guy was behind the register, his black eyes looking uninterested at the numbers on the screen.

Kaminari stopped in his tracks when he got close enough to see his features. The guy wasn't someone he knew but there was something, like a sensation of deja vu in the back of his mind, that made him feel intrigued.

It had happened before, when he had met some of his friends, random people on the streets or even teachers.

Kirishima used to joke it was because they had met in another universe, maybe in a world of superheroes and villains( or in a medieval world depending on whatever Kirishima's mood that day was. They all had gotten use to his writer mumbling by that point.).

“Oi, are you still there, Denki?”

Bakugou’s voice brought him back, and the blond got suddenly aware of how strange he might look there, standing in the middle of the café while staring at an stranger.

“Just about to order some coffee before heading to the dorms, want me to get you something?”

“A macchiato.”

“Got it. See ya there.”

“Be quick.”

Kaminari put his phone on his hoodie's pocket, took a long breath and went right to the register where the guy hadn’t move an inch in the last minute.

The deja vu sensation stayed there, only increasing when the guy looked up and a pair of black eyes were directed at him.

Truth to be told, he looked miserable. That close, the blonde could see the bags under his eyes, the sick pale tone of his skin and a messy hair as if he hadn’t brushed it for three days straight. He also had one long strip hanging off his hoodie’s sleeve, for some reason.

And still, Kaminari could swear he felt like electricity, shivers of excitement going through his body, like the ones he had when inspiration strike him before painting a new work.

How strange.

*

“-do chai”

Sero stared at the yellow sun eyes for a long moment, his sleep deprived brain trying to focus on what the guy in front of him was saying, his senses still too numb to process  anything that wasn't the utter pain of his back, after a whole night sitting on his desk working on a groupal homework assigned a week ago.

The guy looked around his age, tho he was significantly shorter. He black highlights in his golden hair, a pair of very pretty eyes and a friendly smile, wavering with nervousness as Sero’s silence prolonged.

Oh right. Coffee.

God, he was such a mess.

“Ah, I’m sorry but could you please repeat your order?”

The guy's smile turned sympathetic, in that weird way a college student can recognise another of their kind and their suffering.

“A macchiato and a nevado chai, please.”

As Sero worked, his arms moving as if they had been programated, he could feel the guy's gaze on him. Golden eyes following his movements with careful attention. Evaluating.  

Had they met before? Sero couldn't tell, as tired as he was, but he was sure he would have remembered him. The guy was cute he couldn't deny that.

He was so going to regret not to try to start a conversation or getting his number, once he was wide awake again.

It would be for the best tho. It was too risky, he would probably said something that would ridicule himself, or even worse, something that could offend him.

So no hitting on that dude today.

Handling him his order, Sero looked at the names written in his messy calligraphy in both cups as they slid in the counter.

Denki. Katsuki.

Which one would be his name? The name Denki certainly fit him but who knows, maybe it was the other one. Guessing his name was probably the only thing he could do right now about this guy.

“It’s Denki” the guy said, and Sero blinked, realizing that he had been voicing his thoughts out loud for who knows how long. “Thanks for the coffee”

An small alarm voice started inside sero’s head as he watched the guy leave his cheeks itching in embarrassment.

Did he..?

No, he wouldn’t think about that right now. He just wouldn't,

Going to the kitchen to tell Mineta to get the fuck behind the counter (his break had finished five minutes ago), he noticed something by the corner of his eye, something long and white hanging of his right elbow, an strip of tape probably left by the twins before he got out of home that morning, as a reminder that he still had to fulfill his promise of playing with them that afternoon.

Shit.

His future self was going to regret so many things.

*

“...and he prepared the most amazing coffee, I swear. God, how can the same coffee taste so different? Kaminari's cheeks were flushed by the excitement as he moved his hands in big gestures, his sandwich longly  forgotten in the tray in front of him.

His friends listened in different levels of attention, torned between their own food and the blonde’s story. The college’s cafeteria wasn’t really full that day so they could eat without missing a detail of the story.

“Tastes better when the barista is hot” Mina said and Kirishima laughed immediately. Kaminari wasn't going to deny it. Only facts allowed here. And it was a fact that the dude had been very attractive, yes. Just like his coffee was really good.

“You say that because you haven’t try it, but I’m serious here. It is amazing.”

“I don't know it seems biased. What do you say, Bakugou?” Said Kirisha as he elbowed Bakugo's side, who had been hearing the conversation in silence. “You went there this morning, don't you?”

Kaminari felt his eyebrows rise in surprise. He didn’t know that. And he shared a room with the dude.

“The coffee was decent”

Decent. The group let out a choir of “oh”'s in appreciation. If Bakugou was saying that then it meant it had really been something else, in a good way.

“And the guy?” Insisted Kirishima, excited for an opportunity to gossip.

Katsuki shrugged.

“Rather plain”

Kaminari rolled his eyes as his friends giggled around him. “Sometimes I think you are made of stone or something”

“You told me he had a long line of tape hanging off his elbow.”

“And that only makes him cuter”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wait, why did he have a tape strip on his elbow?”

Denki shrugged.

“It was already there when I went. He looked pretty tired too, as if he hadn't slept more than a couple of hours. And I can tell because he looked exactly like Bakugou does right now, except for the frown of course, and more handsome.”

“Shut up, dunce face.”

“Why are you so meaaan”

As the conversation trailed to another topic, Kaminari turned his attention back to his sandwich, his stomach growling in annoyance for having ignored it for so long. Mina inclined a bit into him, her black eyes staring at him with interest. “You know, you never told us his name.”

Another shrugg. “He wasn’t wearing his name tag”  

Kirishima whistled, and suddenly all the attention was back at Kaminari. “The (still up to debate) handsome barista remains like a mystery” Bakugou barely blinked when everyone turned at him. “What nickname should we gave him?”

“Soy sauce”

“Rude. I suggest You-know-who.”

“And you call mine ‘rude’?”

“Tapey” Mina intervened, and everyone turned to look at her in silence before bursting again in complains.

“That is so lameee”

“And yikes.”

“Yeah, no cool at all.”

She had shrugged and gave them an small smile behind her smoothie.

“But it works better than yours, doesn’t it?”

They were willing to fight that. And they did.

*

Kaminari went to the café that same day once the classes were over. After the conversation with him friends at lunch, the mystery guy topic didn’t leave his brain for the rest of the day, his curiosity increasing as the hours passed.

The café was slightly less empty this time. Only three persons in line and two sit around at the tables. A friendly face was behind the register too.

 “What’s up, Shouji?” He said, once his turn came, not even five minutes later. Sometimes it was like the guy had six arms or something. He moved so fast, not that he was complaining.“Feeling better after your rest? How’s Tokoyami?”

 Shouji's eyes curved friendly, his mouth hidden behind a black mask with a toothy smile printed on it. ( It wasn't Shouji's style at all, too dark and edgy for that and Kaminari could bet that it was Tokoyami's, Shouji's best friend and roommate.)

 “I'm recovered but he insisted that I should use it in case there was some germ around.” he explained, pointing at the mask. “My own are dirty so he let me his, refusing to let me go out if i didn’t wear it.”

“Aw, you guys are cute.”

Shouji ignored his comment. “Anyways, what is you order today?”

 Kaminari smiled, trying to peek over Shouji’s shoulder to see if there was someone else behind the counter. It was impossible, the dude was huge.

 “Just a latte this time.”

 His friend nodded and gave him his change before going the kitchen’s entrance, his hands holding the door open as he peeked inside. “Hey Sero, we are almost out of milk, could you please take care of these orders while I go to the back and bring some?” Some incomprehensible words and Shouji nodded before disappearing inside.

 Kaminari's heart jumped inside his chest when he saw the tall black haired boy from the day before got out of the kitchen. He was yawning lazily as he tied his apron back to its place and his face shined with recognition when he saw the blonde there.

 Both guys blushed immediately. Their gazes trapped in each other for a few seconds before quickly looking away. It was an entertaining sight for the outsiders. And it would had been almost funny if it hadn’t been so lame.

 “Your name” said Kaminari, breaking the silence. It came softly, almost like a whisper but he would take it. Better that than a cracked voice. At the barista's confused expression, he explained “You weren’t wearing a name tag the last time.” Or today.  The realisation crossed the guy’s features once he looked down to his apron to see the empty space in the front of it.

 “I probably took it off before doing the laundry. My mind has been floating around these last days” Not the best choice of words. The guy’s blush got more intense. “It’s Hanta, by the way.”

 “Nice to meet you,” Kaminari said slowly, holding back a laugh at the guy distinct dorkiness, and trying to pronounce it carefully. “Hanta”

 Hanta nodded and went back to work and Kaminari allowed himself of taking a deep breath, fanning himself with his hands to soothe his blush, drawing on the fact he was opposed to him.

 Instead of going to any of the tables or sofas, Kaminari sit in one of the tabourets under the counter and waited for his coffee, trying not to stare too much at the barista and why he found him so fascinating.

He really didn't know why he was acting that way.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t had a real crush in years so his brain was overcoming it by making him act like a highschooler now that he finally has.  

Or maybe it wasn’t and Denki was just .

The twinkling sound of the porcelain cup interrupted his train of thoughts as it was left in front of him.

“Here it is, a classic latte.”  Hanta said, leaving as quickly as he came, ready to work on the next orders.

Kaminari didn’t pay much attention to it. He was still looking down at his coffee cup, where Sero had drawn a lighting in the foam.

Denki.

He waited until it dissolved before taking a sip.

*

As the bisexual disaster that he was, Kaminari took that as a sign to keep going to the café to talk more with the barista.

It started kinda awkward and timid, polite conversations made between breaks and orders as they both tested carefully the waters before taking an step.

Sero made a move first, asking for his number one night, just after Kaminari had finished his coffee and was ready to leave.

It was then when things started to move faster. Once they reached topics they were both interested in, all shyness was left behind.

Kaminari learnt Sero had his same age and that he was studying programming. He had three brothers, one older and two young ones, all boys.

 “I like to babysit the twins.” He said when Denki asked him about them.  “They are so different and at the same time so similar to each other. It just blows my mind.”

 Sero learnt that Kaminari had one older sister and that he lived with one of his best friends. He also learnt he was taking painting classes outside the university, in a total different academy, and that he had been doing it for fun since he was ten.

 “It is not like you stop once you know all the techniques” Kaminari had replied when he saw Sero's arched eyebrows. “You keep taking them because you just love them.”

 They both liked video games and anime, and despite not liking exactly the same genres of music, they were similar enough to enjoy it. And the same went with sense of humour.

“Obviously the pikashook meme wins over the galaxy brain one.”

“You say that because it is like the golden age for pikashook but once it is over you will forget it just like any other trendy meme. But the galaxy brain one is a classic. Totally superior.”  

 There were times where they prefered to be silent, though, not because they were tired of talking, but because they enjoyed each other’s company without interruptions.

 Kaminari used to observe him behind his coffee cup in those moments, taking mental notes of his features to sketch them later, without anyone to see it.

 His art teacher had peeked over his shoulder one morning, nodding in approval at his draft.

“A nice face, you should paint him next time.” Kaminari had nodded and excused himself to go right to his dorm, hype to tell Bakugou what a professional had said and that his opinions were invalid.

 At some point, it became a custom. Kaminari would stop by the café three or four time a week, (way more times he had visited the place in the last months) with the excuse of a coffee whim to tell Sero how his day went, the good and the bad anecdotes, brightening everytime he managed to get a laugh out of him and his heart expanding on his chest everytime he smiled at him.

So Kaminari kept ordering and Sero kept delivering,to the point that the coffee Denki had loved all his life became something even bigger for him. Something brighter.

*

Sero had watched Kaminari coming week after week for over a month now.

Sometimes in the morning, other times in the afternoon but thrice a week without fail, always carrying a backpack or a notebook. The days he wouldn’t they would chat until their phones ran out of battery or some of the blonde’s friend stole it because of the ‘bros before hoes’ rule (By Kaminari’s descriptions of them, they all sounded like awesome people.).

 There would be times where Kaminari would cross the doors looking like a normal college student, wearing a jean jacket, a hoodie or in flannel, and others where he would look like a total disaster, his ripped old jeans and simple shirt covered in paint and marker stains. (Sero would secretly prefer that one a lot, with his hair tied in a messy ponytail, paint stains on a side of his face and his eyes sparkling with excitement as he asked for the day’s special.)

 And he would always smile and Sero would be lying if he said he didn’t ask his grandma for more coffee tips so he could see more of that.

 “It is weird for you to ask me all of this in such a short period of time.”she had told him in one of their calls, just a pair of days ago. Sero had tried to respond but she interrupted him. “And it can’t be only for your job. Don’t they have their own recipes? It must be for a certain someone. And I don’t like the idea of my secret tips being shared with an stranger.”

 “I’m not gonna tell anyone, grandma, I will just prepare him the coffee.”

 “So there is someone!” He decided to end the call there before she managed to get more information out of him and decided to tell his mom.

 And just like that a month passed, with them talking over coffee cups and pastries, pretending it was something as casual as a friendship and ignoring the other's blush and secret stares, if only that bought them more time to not confess their feelings.

They would talk for hours until their voices got hoarse and his cheeks numb for how hard they had laughed, and once the night came Kaminari would say his goodbye and Sero would wave back, and they both will wait for the next time, looking forward for a conversation that hadn't happened yet, but they could imagine and replay in their head in such detail that it would be like a memory.

 *

And then Kaminari broke the chain.

 He had came one late afternoon, his hair even more messy and his shoulders dropped in surrender and Sero hadn't seen someone so miserable out of final exams season in such a long time.

 “Cure my sorrows and pain with your magical coffee, oh good sir.” The blonde had mumbled, with his face against the counter, in front of where Hanta had been drying a cup because of the lack of customers in line.

 Sero hadn’t said anything, he only stared at Denki for a few seconds before going to the coffee machine and return with a big plastic cup of a caramel coloured drink, with a lot of cream and syrup on top.

 “Drown them all.” He said as he waited patiently for Kaminari to gain enough strength to rise his head and take a sip.

 The impact was obvious. Denki's eyes opened in surprise as the mix of sugar and coffee exploded in his mouth and caressed his palate.

 “Jesus Christ, what is this?”

 Sero shrugged as if it wasn’t much, but the small curve of his lips betrayed his satisfaction.

 “Just an Arequipe.”

 The blonde shook slightly his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts, watching in astonishment the divine drink he was holding .“This is the first time I’ve tasted something like this”.

He could feel some remaining cream on the tip of his nose, but he couldn't care less. He would whip it later. “It is so sweet and cold. I’m about to cry.” He really felt tempted to, only to emphasize his point. “How did you know this?”

 “My grandma is colombian, and every good colombian knows their coffee.”

 “That’s awesome.” And then a question popped in his mind and he couldn't just not ask. “Can you talk in spanish then?”

 Sero had smiled before saying:

 “Un poquito.”

 It physically hurt Denki not to scream. Dear god. Could he get anymore perfect? He made a dramatic play of a heart clenching and Sero let out a muffled laugh, watching attentive how Kaminari enjoyed his coffee.

 “Back to your issue…” He said, after a long silence only interrupted by Denki's happy sighs.

 “Give me a second to put my thoughts in order. I can't even remember it right now. This has cured my everything” He took another long sip. “Wow. Okay, so humm, well okay, I will explain it all in detail so you can’t miss a thing.” licking the cream out of his lips, Kaminari took a long breath before starting.

 “I'm an animator student, and by the end of the semester we have this huge project where we write an script of a work of our own. It is not only an script tho, but a whole presentation of our story.” he explained, fidgening in his seat. “We write it all in a notebook, adding sketches of the places and the profiles and designs of the characters and it requires so many details and work to put it all together. It is like trying to put all your ideas in something real, in paper and ink.”

 Sero let out a long whistle. “Man, that sure sounds cool”

 “And it is! But it is also very frustrating because, what if i do it wrong? What if it ends up being the worst thing the teacher has ever read? I can't deal with this pressure, the ideas just don’t come.” Or not good ones, at least. “It is like I had lost the ability to create something that actually mattered.” Kaminari blushed, noticing how much he had said already. But the waterfall of words didn’t stop and they probably wouldn’t until he had said everything.

 “And everyone seems always so focused on my work, comparing themselves with me and I don't understand. I ve seen their works and they are all so lovely, so different to my own.” The blonde bit his lower lip, as his hands played with the now empty cup. “ And i thought i was okay with that, you know. With my style being so colorful and weird and unconventional.”

 The way he said it didn't make it sound like a compliment, despite that was everyone meant when they saw his works.

It never felt like it was one though, not even once,not for him.

 “Recently when I see my ideas I just-I just can't seem to find them to be anything else than that. I only see them as obnoxious and it is killing me.”

 Kaminari thought about his notebook of sketches, the art classes and the painting he kept in his apartment, hidden of the world’s eyes. “Because I do like drawing and creating. But now i wonder if that's enough. What can an artist do when they can’t create something that isn’t garbage?”

 And cut. Kaminari took a long breath as he tried to relax his fists, his fingers numb by how strong his grip had been.

Sero hummed, and the blonde gulped in anticipation. The black haired guy seemed to be thinking about his words, his gaze low as if he was lost in his thoughts.

“I certainly can't tell you if you are or not talented enough,” he admitted, “I haven’t really seen any of your works and to be honest I don’t know if my opinion has much importance when I barely know anything about art”

Kamina wanted to fight that. Because it would, at least for him.

“But,” he said, the tip of his tongue poking softly his upper lip, as he tried to find the correct words to express his point of view. “Sometimes what makes humans to create good things isn’t only our confidence or talent, because we could have any of them, or even both, and that wouldn’t garantize us to stop procrastinating and start doing things.”

“Without resolve, us, creators, are just nothing. Because we could have many ideas, the resources and abilities to make it happen, and it would still mean nothing if we just don’t get in front of the screen or paper and start working on it. Do you have the talent? That’s really good. Do you have ideas? That’s even better. You don’t need the approval of the rest to do what you love, then why would you need it while you are creating it?”

Opening tenderly Kaminari’s fisted hands, Sero traced with his fingers the marks the nails had digged in the soft skin, looking at the stains of graphite in Denki's fingertips as he spoke.

“Have confidence and resolve, and then you will immediately have the talent everyone always talks about.”

The blonde looked at his extended palms and Sero’s own placed gently on them. They were different. Sero's fingers were longer and paler, kinda bony even. His were smaller in comparison, with round nails and rough palms. The contrast was fun to look at.

“That's” said Denki, after a short pause,where he let go Hanta's hands so he could look right at his black eyes “...some pretty good advice.

He was met with a playful smile.

“Barakamon's wise words.”

“I really do need to read the manga.”

Sighing, Kaminari smiled, his eyes shining like liquid gold as he took Sero’s hands to hold them again, their palms facing each other above the wooden table. “Thank you.” he said and Sero nodded, looking at their intertwined fingers with an small smile on his lips.

“Always glad to help.”

*

“If you could change something about yourself, what would that be?”

“Like a possible change? Or something you aren't but you wish you were?”

Denki shrugged. “As long as it is a change”

It had been a few days after the last time they had seen each other. Since the night Kaminari had gone to vent about his studies, their interactions seemed to have changed. Not a lot, but definitely different from how it was before. There was a feeling of trust there now, as well as an slight vulnerability, than instead of scare them out, only made their bond stronger, knowing the other one wouldn’t use it for their advantage.  

They also touched a lot more too. they were starting to get more comfortable in getting into the other one’s personal space, as if the hand holding event had broke an unspoken restriction of physical contact.

And Kaminari had to admit, that he liked that.

Back to the present, Sero seemed to think a bit about the question before responding.

“My hairstyle, maybe? Mina keeps insisting that I should get an undercut asap.” (Yes, he knew Mina. Apparently they went to the same university. That’s why she had being so curious about his story when his description of Sero fit her friend’s looks. The world sure was small.)

Kaminari tried to picture him with an undercut and he found out that it was easier than he thought by how much it would suit him. His face would be more visible, changing his looks from relaxed fresh boy to mature and playful guy.

He would definitely look hot as fuck.

And people would start noticing it too, sadly.

“And why don't you do it?” he said, trying to sound unaffected.

“Because I'm scared of messing it up.”

Impossible.

“What about you?” asked Sero. “What would you change?”

Kaminari didn't hesitate. “I would like to have freckles.”

The blonde played with the spoon on his empty cup, his voice and smile going softer as if he was remembering something sweet, “My dad has them and so does my sister. I think I’m the only one that just wasn’t gifted with them.”

His mother had them too, around ten in every cheek. She had many more though, in the entirety of her shoulders upper arms. Like stardust.

A gentle poke on his face startled him.

“I think you have, though they are very tenuous.”Sero’s finger touched an small dot in Kaminari’s cheek, and then another one next to his ear. “More than freckles they look like tiny moles.”

There was one just above his upper lip too, just in the border of it and another one in the arc of his nose.

Hanta's finger caressed slightly the dots, following them all as if they lead somewhere, tracing an imaginary path in Denki's blushed skin.

The last one was next to Kaminaris right eye, that was widened in awe and embarrassment.

And alarm went off inside Sero’s head, too late as he registered his action and took off his hand out of Denki's freckled face. His own face flushing in an instant. “I’m sorry, I just-” He seemed as lost of words as the blonde himself.

Kaminari opened his mouth, his voice seemed to be failing him as his intense blush seemed to extend from his whole face to the tip of his ears.

“It is alright.” he finally managed to say, “It’s okay”

Kaminari tried to shrugged it off but the memory of Sero's eyes roaming over his features, his face so close to his that he felt his breath tickling his skin made him difficult to breath.

 It had been overwhelmingly private. And somehow, deleitable.

 Sero must have been thinking something similar because his face was getting redder as the minutes passed.

 “I think your coffee is getting cold.” he croaked and  Kaminari was suddenly aware of the few people who were also at the café and the messy notes and draws that he had left on the table, that were the main reason he had came today.

 Mumbling a quick thanks and a goodbye, Denki stuffed all of his things on his backpack, his mind reproducing the moment again and again, and thoughts about what would have happened if he had close the distance between them there.

 Yep, it was definitely time to go. He would tell him about his project next time he saw him.

 Or text him. That sounded a lot better.

*

“I think I’m falling hard” said Denki that night, after staring at the ceiling for two long hours. In the bed at the opposite side of the room, Bakugou muffled against the pillot.

 “For who? The plain dude from the café?”

“Okay first of all, he’s not plain. Have you seen those arms? Or that wide back? He has the most tender eyes too…-”

“I can see where your priorities are.”

“And secondly,” continued Kaminari “he makes the best coffee in town just so you know, so he's not just any dude from the café. He’s THE dude from the Café.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and Kaminari sighed. That wasn’t even the point of all of this.

“I'm just saying, he's so nice and funny. And so considerate and he listens and…”

And he’s special.

Because he can give an amazing advice while referencing a shonen manga.

Because his laugh is so sincere and loud and joyful.

Because he makes this furrowed expression while he tries to decipher Mineta’s chicken scrawl and because he never really minds all the harsh complains some clients say unless it is something unfair or mean to his coworkers.

Because his jokes always make me laugh and because he gets all my vine references.

Because this is the first time I’ve feeling this strong about someone.

“I just don't feel like pretending we are only friends anymore.”

The sound of the sheats and the creaking of a bed made Kaminari turned his head, his golden eyes facing his friend’s red ones, both of their expressions neutrally serious as they looked at each other.

“I don’t fucking know. Have you tried asking Mina?

“I can’t, he’s her friend and she will embarrass me trying to organise a date or something”

Bakugou seemed to bite his tongue to hold back a biter reply. He closed his eyes before taking a short breath and said, his voice even and calm. “I thought you wanted to date him?” 

“I do!”

 “I understand no shit.”

 Kaminari blushed, playing to intertwined his fingers just as he always did everytime he was feeling shy or he talked about something too personal.  “But I want to ask him myself, you know. And also, I'm pretty scared. I haven't dated anyone since high school and you had seen how good things went back then.”

 Bakugou hummed in agreement and Kaminari waited for him to say something else, the knowledge that will solve all his problems, a new point of view he had myself that the genius Bakugou had sure catched.

 And then Katsuki said: “You are pretty fucked up.”

 Kaminari almost got up to kick him and demand a true answer. Only the love for his friend and his self-preservation stopped him.

 “Don’t you have anything else to say? I already know that.”

 Silence. Or Bakugo had fallen asleep or was actively ignoring him. And since it was pretty late and his friend hated to be woken up for littleness, it was probably the second one.

 But then Bakugo’s voice came very low, almost like a whisper, and Kaminari needed all his attention, to not miss a word.

 “If you really like that asshole as you say you do,” he started, his voice steady and calm despite the harshness of his words. “then why not risk it and just ask him out? I mean, wouldn't that be better than just staying around watching him without really having any right to do more? Only because you were too scared to risk it? If you have the opportunity to make a move, because you know it is mutual, then you should stop being a pussy and just do it.”

 They both remained still a few minutes, the words hanging above their heads in the silence of the room.

 He was right.

 And yes, Bakugo most of the time was but there was something now, not only in his voice but in his attitude, that made him look more mature, softer. Like if he talked from experience. Something had changed and Kaminari couldn’t tell what, how or when it had happened, but he sure liked it.

 “Thanks man” he said and Bakugou hummed again, followed by a long comfortable silence after, the one someone shares with a roommate before going to sleep.

 And then Kaminari interrupted it with “Hey, do you know that I have freckles”

 “I would say they are more like small moles.”

 “Yeah, he said that too!”

 Bakugo groaned against his pillow. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

 “I know right”

 “When the fuck did this become a fucking sleepover talk?”

 “The moment you gave me advice. You have exposed yourself, Katsuki. Now give me all those juicy gossips. I heard from Kirishima that there's this cute boy in your Ethics classe-”

 Throwing a pilow at him, his friend screamed and cursed, the mature and empathic Bakugo disappearing in a matter of seconds leaving the classic angry dandelion they all loved and appreciated, jumping out of the bed and ready to fight Denki to death.

 Kaminari’s giggles turned into peals of laughter once he saw his friend’s blushed face, and Bakugou started to curse even more colorful and louder.

They both ignored the protesting knocks on their door for the noise, as they played catch around the room as if they were kids, the atmosphere turning playful again.

 *

Unsurprisingly, Mina arranged a date even without Kaminari asking.

“I can’t keep watching you two dancing around each other any longer.” She had said, when Kaminari had sent her a fifteen seconds long audio of him screaming “WHYYYYYYYYY”

 “It is this sunday, 5.pm., in the east entry of the Amusement Park. And you better go or I will tell Jirou to kick your ass.”

 To be honest, she didn’t need to. Kaminari was definitely going.

 Sure, he was nervous and embarrassed as heck, but the idea of spending a whole afternoon with Sero, even if it was a fake date, made him shiver with excitement.do de

 An hour before the meeting, Kaminari looked at his outfit’s reflection in the mirror for the third time already. He had bought a new pair of ankle boots only for that and even managed to convince Mina to let him one of her furry coats, after many hours of begging and promises of taking care of it over his life.

 “Should I do something to my hair?” He asked Kirishima, who was laying on couch, watching lazily Kaminari’s efforts as he ate the last bag of potato chips in the apartment. Bakugou would probably kick his ass for that later but he didn’t seem to care much by his relaxed expression as he chew.

 “Nah, leave it like that. Makes you look kinda wild” Perfect, then.

 “Should I try cherry red or raspberry fuchsia lipstick?”

 “Go fuchsia, man”

 The make up were his sister’s, who had looked at him weird when he explained her why he needed it for. “Is it really necessary? It is only your first date with this guy.”

 Yes, it was. It was part of the deal.

 12:35: hey quick question, are we really doing that date this sunday

 12:37: Yeah why not, Mina was so kind in asking me out for you.

 12: 38: She said she was done. That we’ve been delaying it too much.

 12:42: The nerve of that girl

 12:43: Some people have never watch the teletubbies and learnt the important values of life and it shows.

 12:45: I can’t believe I got asked out through my friend who also asked out the other person in my name

 12:47: It is like a fanfic plot or something

 12.48: Where the dudes decide to fake date so their friends can let them in peace

 12:50:...and we were fake dating

 12:50: omg we were fake dating

 12: 55: what the heck does someone even does in a fake date

 12: 56: idk, act like they care? Or pretend that they do not care as much as they do, depending on the fanfic.

 12: 57: let's turn it into the next level then

 12:57: I’m listening

 12:58: Let’s care too much.

 It had been an hilarious idea, and they both had agreed on it,  but as Kaminari walked to their point of reunion he wondered if he hadn’t overdone it. Maybe the lennon sunglasses were just too much. 

 Act and look like if they were a pairing out of a cliche novel shouldn't be difficult but still, there was this tiny voice in his head that told him that maybe he had went too far, that he would scare Hanta away as all his other dates back then in high school.

 But Kaminari wasn’t backing away now. He knew Sero and they had made a deal. He would have to wait to see him to see if he was up to the challenge or if he did got scared.

 And he was not disappointed.

 Just as they had agreed, Sero had been waiting in front of the ice cream bus track that always parked in front of the Amusement Park, wearing a pair of ripped sky-blue jeans, a turtleneck without sleeves and a fedora to top it all. He was also wearing hipster glasses, the thick black frame positioned elegantly in the arch of his nose, as if they had been made for him. The blonde took a mental note about asking him about his outfit later. Because damn.

 The guy was good, Kaminari had to admit, but not enough to beat his raspberry fuchsia lipstick.

 “Sorry for the wait. Ready to go?”

 Sero turned, following the sound of his voice and Kaminari waited expectantly for a reaction, something in his face that told him that he liked the blonde's outfit.

 For a moment it looked like he was about to burst into laughs but Hanta composed himself quickly before smiling charmingly and extending right arm, offering it to the blonde to hold as they walked. Cheesy.

 “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

 *

The best thing about autumn was that there was a lot of breeze.

And not the cold winter breeze, that makes your cheeks itch and freezed your fingers, no. But the refreshing autumn breeze that carried leaves around and smelled fresh and clean.

 That afternoon though, the only thing Kaminari could smell was the snacks from the food stalls around them.

 Denki inhaled deeply as he watched intensely the cans he was supposed to knock down, at least two if he wanted a decent price.

The man running the booth coughed impatiently and the blonde put his best Bakugou resting bitch face while actively ignoring him.

He was about to win this game. The man could wait.

Sero smiled apologetically at the booth's owner before elbowing him softly between the ribs. “Do you know that we still have another games to try, don't you?”

 “After I get this one. I've almost done it”

 Kaminari closed his eyes, trying to gain all the concentration before he directed his throw at his targets, with the confidence of a winner.

The luck was on his side.

The two cans that he needed fell to the ground, one of them knocking the other one as it fell, and the blonde smiled to the sound of the bell announcing his victory as the man told him to choose his price.

 “A well earned plushie for you” Denki said to Sero, handling him the small stuffed animal of a fluffy grey chinchilla hanging from a keychain.

 Sero received it with a wide smile, before hanging it from one of his belt loops. “Just for now, so I don’t lost it.” he explained. “This little guy would look perfect in my backpack.”

 Humming happily, Kaminari scratched ‘win a plushie for him’ off his to-do-list, satisfaction filling him as he took Sero’s hand on his.

 Kaminari couldn’t deny it, he was excited. He kept looking around, searching for activities to do together, trying to complete all the things-to-do in the least time possible.

 His eyes sparkled when he saw another objective, Another point of their list that they still hadn’t achieve on sight.

 Holding Sero’s hand to make him stop, Kaminari pointed a photo booth some meters behind him, the shiny lights glowing brightly, as if telling them to come inside.

“We gotta immortalise this moment,” he explained, while dragging him inside. “you don’t know when you will have another opportunity of having a fake date”  

Hanta laughed as he watched Denki’s fingers roam over the buttons and options, choosing some before changing his mind and choosing again.

 “Just choose the one the corniest one.”

 “I'm trying to do that but I want them to match with my outfit.”Kaminari hummed before selecting one. “Okay this one is the one. May you do the honours?” He asked, pointing the button that would confirm it all and started taking the pictures.

 They decided to get three pictures each once it was over.

 “You can choose first.” Sero said, before pointing at the chinchilla hanging of the loop of his jeans. “You just won me this, it would be only fair”

 “You bought me cotton candy before. We are technically even”

 “Look at this little guy, and tell me he definitely isn't worth more than cotton candy.”

 Kaminari didn’t need to look at the small puff the chinchilla was, with its tiny ears and black eyes, and its long and fluffy tail to know that it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

 “You made a damn good point.” He said before giving Sero the ones remaining and saving the other three in the pocket of his furry coat.

 “Now let’s get in the line for the rollercoaster again, the one who screams first buys the other one a hot dog.”

 “Deal.”

*

 “You know if this wasn't a fake date then we should probably  have gone and eaten something for dinner before the food stalls close up.” Sero said, once it started to get dark. Instead, Kaminari had looked at the red sky, orange and yellow mixing as the sun descended on the sea, and nodded his disagreement.

 They had time and there was something more important to do now.

 “This is a fake date” the blonde reminded him, pointing at the attraction in front of them with decision. “so, as the fake-dating-rules say, we shall get advantage of the sunset and go and watch it in the ferris wheel.”

 Sero had looked at the ferris wheel, its colorful lights  and the small line for it, before looking back to blonde, whose eyes were shining at the idea of getting up there, the excuse clear as water.

 “Everything just to follow the fake dating rules.”

 Kaminari smiled like a kid who had just received a candy.

 *

 To be fair, the fanfics had a point in using the ferris wheel for the climax of a date.

 Sero had to admit the view from the top was pretty breathtaking. All the attraction’s lights and the people gathered around them under the orange sky. He could have appreciate it more though, if Kaminari hadn't been poking him in the leg every time he saw an All Might through the car's window as they ascended more and more.

 “Have you notice how many kids are obsessed with All Might since the new season came out?” He had said earlier, when they had come across a group of children wearing the superhero costume. “It sure does bring back memories.”

 Sero’s thoughts got interrupted by another poke from Denki, his eyes not moving from the window as he searched for the distinct blonde hairstyle amongst the crowd.

 “Oh, there's another one.” Poke.

 Hanta guy looked at the boy's features. The sunlight illuminating his face, turning his eyelashes and hair pure gold. It was entrancing,

 He looked at the curve of his cheekbones, the small moles spread around the smooth skin and those raspberry colored lips that seemed to never stop smiling.

 Sero wondered when it had been the last time he had been that immersed in someone to notice such small details, and to like every one of them.

 Never, his brain responded, you’ve never fallen this hard.

 If he kissed Kaminari right now, just as when they had joked before getting in, would the boy react well? Would he freeze in surprise, his body stiffening as Sero inclined to hug him? Would he kiss him back? His pretty eyelids closing as his tongue dance with his own?

 He could. do it right now and find out. Less than thirty centimeters. He knew he wanted to, he had wanted it for a long time, but the idea of Kaminari rejecting him fueled his hesitation.

 Kaminari poked him again, pointing at the window with a wide smile.

 “Look there's a mini Eraserhead too!”

 Hanta sighed and saw the blonde's eyes sparkling like stars, just as every time he got excited by something.

 No, Sero wouldn’t do any move today and that wasn’t something bad

 After all, Denki always was a beautiful sight.

 *

 After that one attraction they decided they couldn't delay their hunger any longer. 

 Their stomachs complained loudly, as a reminder that they hadn't received any food since lunch and Kaminari told him he knew a shortcut to the nearest McDonalds.

 They got lost because who would have thought the same streets would look so different at night?

Apparently not Kaminari.

 *

 The cashier barely blinked when she saw them: two young boys dressed as vintage models, looking exhausted and ready to faint from starvation at any moment.

 Kaminari went to search for a table as Sero ordered, releasing himself of the boots once he spotted a free table near the corner.

 Checking his phone as he reclined his tired back against the cushions of the sofa, Kaminari unlocked his phone. It had stayed forgotten in his pocket the whole day. He had many messages from Mina(demanding him details about how the day went), a pair of Jirou and even one of his sister, who was asking him when he was free so they could have quality siblings time together.

 He didn’t have any intention of answering Mina’s (at least not right now), but he answered Jiro’s and his sister’s before putting it back to his pocket, where he felt the smooth texture of the paper against his fingers.

 Kaminari looked at the pictures they had taken on the photo cabin earlier that day, both of them smiling and doing silly poses and expressions. Each of them funny and completely unique.The last one was his favourite though. A picture of they laughing while looking at each other's eyes, totally lost in their own private joke.

 Sero appeared a pair of minutes later, carrying a tray with their orders.

 “So, a Macnificent, a Big Mac, two big portions of fries and one milkshake to share.”he said, holding two straws up so Kaminati could see them.

 The blonde smiled cheekily, an eyebrow playfully raising as he looked at the straws.

 “Damn it, boy, you really want to get in my pants, don’t you”

 Hanta laughed, his eyes shining with amusement behind his glasses.

 “Oh right I've been wanting to ask you, where did you get those glasses?

 “They are actually mine” Sero explained as he took a bite of his burger. “though I mostly use them at home.”

 “You wear contacts all the time?”

 Sero shrugged. “I used to play volleyball in high school, so I had to get use to them.” He quirked his nose as if remembering something painful. “Volleyball and glasses aren't a good match.”

 Kaminari cleaned his hands in the napkin before direct them to Sero’s glasses. He pulled them off and then on again, humming thoughtfully as he watched the other guy's face.

 “It is weird, no, not weird, but seeing you with glasses… I don't know it feels different.”

 “You know I'm nailing the Jeff Goldblum look”

 “Blasphemy.” Kaminari said before nodding appreciatively.  “But seriously, it isn't bad. think I actually like it.”

 “I can't believe you when you are wearing Barney's furr.”

 “Tell that right to Mina's face.”

 The guy arched an eyebrow before pointing at Kaminari’s mouth.

 “Is the lipstick also hers?”

 “My sister's. It was this one or cherry red. I look amazing in both either way.”

 “Woah you sure took your time to choose your outfit, huh”

 Denki rolled his eyes.

 “And you are telling me you didn’t? or is that turtleneck  yours?” He snatched playfully the hat, Sero's smirk turning wider as Kaminari put it over his own head “And the rest?”

 Sero snickered and sipped through his straw before nodding. “We may look extra but that isn't something bad” He looked so happy and relaxed there that Denki’s heart couldn’t help but flutter in his chest.

 Christ, this guy was too much for him.

 “We do, indeed.”

 *

 After that, they walked on silence to the bus stop, hearing the sounds of the street once the night was on its full.

 Kaminari had given up on the boots, not willing to put them on again after freeing his feet, so he was walking on his socks now.

 “At least until the bus arrives”, he explained to Sero’s exceptical look, “No way I’m walking bare feet on that cold metal.”

 That had been once they got out of the restaurant. They were in silence now, the knowledge that the date was close to its end hanging heavy in the air.

 “I had fun today” said Sero and Kaminari smiled back at him. He had smiled and laughed so much that day that only by doing that  his cheeks hurt. How cool was that?  A lot. A hella lot

 “Yeah me too, I gotta thank Mina later for this”

 He could already see Mina’s knowing-all smile, and her cheeky attitude once he told him how it all went. The worst part is that he really wanted to share it with her. She could be kinda nosy sometimes but she was always there when you need her. Kinda like a heroine.

 “What did she say to you to convince you?” Kaminari asked, not even trying to hide his curiosity at that point. The whole day had been a ride (both figurative and literally.) and he was too tired to pretend right now.

 “Isn’t being Mina enough?” Sero said and Kaminari nodded in an unspoken “Touché”  as the silence sunk between them again.

 At least until Sero asked suddenly. “Why do you think she had to convince me?”

 The world seemed to stop then.

 Kaminari gaped at him, his mind suddenly blank and his cheeks burning. His mouth moved automatically, the words leaving his tongue in an instant.

 “Let’s go on a date again.” Both of them blinked at each other and Denki explained quickly: “Not today, of course! I meant another day, you know, without all of this fake dating thing.” Biting his lip nervously he said: “As ourselves.”

 He could hear his heartbeats as he waited for an answer, playing with his fingers as he saw Sero’s mouth move in response.

 “Bold of you to think I haven't been myself the whole day.”

 Kaminari arched an eyebrow, then looked at Seros exposed arms and then back at his face. The guy snickered. He had been obviously kidding, the idiot. How dare he, didn’t he know how nervous he-

 “Alright.” Sero said, shutting any complain up inside Kaminari’s head. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

 Hanta’s hand reached for his own, playing gently with his fingers before intertwining them and his smile was blinding and beautiful and Kaminari wondered why it took him so much to ask him out, thanking Mina a million times in his head.

 “This time for real.” Sero said and Kaminari nodded. He couldn’t wait.

 *

 “Dude,” said Kirishima “this universe is so good.”

 Kaminari spinned even faster on his chair, the world turning a blur around him. He was feeling particularly anxious that afternoon, which wasn’t contributing to his creative mood. An that was the main reason he had stayed in his room that day, instead of going to the café as always. To finish the rough draft of his project.

 That had been the plan but...

  “They are not gonna end up together, aren't they?” Kirishima asked and Kaminari winced internally. No, he didn’t plan to. They were only friends, their romantic partners weren’t going to appear until a few more events later.

 “Please, tell me Elysia isn’t going to die.” She was already an orphan, no way he wasn’t giving her a happy ending.

 “Aren’t you asking too many questions?” Bakugo frowned in confusion, pointing with his chin at the rest of the papers gathered around the carpet. “Isn't it all draw and written there?”

 “Yes, but there’s parts that aren’t complete” Kirishima said as he handled the notes to Katsuki.“It is so good”

 “It is still a work in progress,”Kaminari explained, as he stand up to open the window. So many spins had made him feel nauseous and he needed some fresh air to calm down a bit. There was also another reason, but he tried to ignore it “Just some ideas written around. I don’t even have a main character yet.”

 “How is that possible? Dude, you have no idea how much I love it, I’d write a 34k fanfic about this, I’m dying to get to know more about this world.”

 The fact that it was Kirishima the one saying that just made Kaminari’s anxiety grow stronger on his chest.  He hadn’t been planning on showing it to his friends yet. Specially not Kirishima. They had just bursted in the middle of it, holding a bag with soda and snacks and declaring it a movie night.

 And he was happy to see them, he always was, but he felt like he needed some time for himself for now. To create and think. And definitely not dealing with the pressure of his work being examined by his talented and creative friend.

 “You don't have to compete with his ideas or do the same thing you know.” Mina said and Kaminari felt ashamed instantly, despite probably not being his fault at all. She was just too good at reading people.

 The girl was looking at him from her position in the bed, far enough so the other two couldn’t hear them. “He doesn't really realises how intimidated people can get just by hearing his opinions, despite them being always positive. He’s that dense about his talent.”

 Mina looked at the guys, to Bakugo’s thoughtful expression as he read the profiles of the characters and Kirishima’s excited chatter, showing the spiky blonde some of the landscapes Kaminari had draw.

 “But the same goes for you.” continued Mina and Kaminari looked back at those black eyes, which looked at him with sincerity. “Believe me when I say we all admire you as or even much more than you admire us. You create such pretty things, Denki. And you bring them all to live with only a pencil or a brush and it is amazing. Like, really amazing.”

 “We also know you had been having a creator’s block since some weeks ago.” Kaminari blinked at that, honestly surprised. He had tried to act like it hadn’t been bothering him but it seemed nothing went over his friends’ heads. Specially when you have someone as observant as Bakugou as your roommate. “Just don’t be scared in telling us your artistic problems, okay? We may not totally understand them but we want to be there for you. For everything.”

 “I will, I promise.”

 The pink haired girl smiled and layed totally down on his bed, pointing at the two other boys, who were still talking about the project. “You should try to add Sero to the squad you know”

 “Oh my god, Mina.”

 She shrugged. “If you won’t do it, I will.”

 And the worst thing was that Denki actually knew she would.

*

Sero looked at the board without looking, his fingers tapping softly against the desk, in an imaginary rhythm only he could hear. In the front of the classroom the teacher was explaining something that sure would come in the exam but he had given up on trying to pay attention long ago. (He would have to ask his friends to send him their notes later, the audio he was recording wouldn’t be enough.)

There was only ten minutes left for the class to be over and still it felt like forever. Sero sighed as he unlocked his phone, not even bothering in going unnoticed.

 1:20: Hey, do you like sushi?

 1:23: is that where you are gonna take me today? ;)

 1:23: Yeah, I like it. Let's go for Bubble tea at some point too

 1:24: And pair it up with donuts :sparkle: :sparkle: :sparkle:

 1:25: you know me ;*

 “Who’s that?” Sero startled in the middle of his response and Satou hummed, peeking over his shoulder while trying to read what was on the screen.“Your girlfriend?”

In the seat on his left, Ojiro snickered.

“Don’t you know?” he said, reclining in his chair in the seat on his left as if he was telling them a secret. “He has a date today”

 His friends let out a choir of whistles that turned into laughs when they saw Sero’s irritated expression.

 “So that’s why you had been distracted the whole class, uh?” Hanta rolled his eyes despite the assumption being absolutely correct. But they didn’t need to know that.

 The bell rang and the teacher dismissed them all with a nod and Sero used the opportunity to fled off the classroom, not willing to give any more details to his friends that they will sure save for blackmail him later.

 The day was sunny, which was weird, being winter so close, but Sero enjoyed the warm sunlight as he walked to the meeting  point, his heart beating strongly in his chest with anticipation.

 Kaminari wasn’t there yet, which wasn’t a surprise. Sero had noticed that the blonde always seemed to be running to get on time to his meetings. He tended to get distracted very easily and once he realised how much time has passed, he was already late.

 Sero spotted Kaminari as he turned a corner, watching him waiting for the traffic light to turn red before crossing the road.

 No ankle boots, lennon glasses nor raspberry lipstick. Just the classic Denki, with his hair tied up in a ponytail and wearing a jean jacket and a simple t-shirt, looking as excited and nervous as he felt.

 A date as ourselves.

 It wasn’t that unplanned tho. They would go for sushi and watch a movie. Hanta had already bought the tickets, two seats in the middle row (not too close, not too far) for the 10PM play.

 In the meantime they could do whatever they wanted.

 “Let’s go to the arcade,” Kaminari said, once they got out of the restaurant. They spent two hours there before getting bored and that’s when they started suggesting places to go, dismissing the ones that would take too much time for another occasion.

 No to the zoo, yes to the karaoke.

 Who would have known that Denki knew a respectable list of 70’s songs?

No to the ice skating parlor, yes to abandoned house near the park.

 It was all laughs and fun until they found a creepy doll. They ran their asses outta there.  

 “I feel like eating ice cream” said Kaminari, once they got near the beach, the colourful light of the Amusement Park shining in the distance. Sero was following some steps behind him, feeling the breeze against his skin and revolving his hair. He felt tempted to take his shoes off and submerge his feet on the sea, hearing the sound of the water splashing with every step he make.

 And then he looked up to find Denki doing exactly that. He was already calves in, his jeans rolled up so they didn’t get wet as he jumped around.

 “What are you waiting for?” He said and Sero shook his head to him, not even trying to hold back his smile. Because, of course, Denki had had the same impulse. Sero would never get tired of discovering the puzzle Kaminari Denki was.

 Leaving his converse next to Denki’s, Hanta ran to the sea, the cold water caressing his skin as he joined the blonde.

 *

Hours later, they were still on the beach, throwing rocks at the sea and competing to see who throw it the farthest. The conversation had died a while ago, both of them enjoying each other’s company under the starry sky.

Kaminari wasn’t paying much attention to the competition though, because right there, sitting that close to Sero on the sand, he could see every feature of his face, from the tip of his ear to the curve of his chin.

 Bakugou’s comment echoed inside his head. “Plain”.

 “Oh, shit our movie is starting in half an hour” Hanta said, when an alarm on his phone ran off. He didn’t rush Denki as he put his shoes on though, waiting patiently as the blonde shook the sand out of his jeans. “Do you think we have time to get some bubble tea on our way there?”

 Yeah, Denki still couldn’t see how an smile like that could have any of ordinary.

 “There’s always time for bubble tea.” He answered and the taller guy chuckled, holding his hand as he lead the way to the mall.

 *

Sero’s stupid jokes and Denki’s obnoxious laughs almost got them kicked out of the theater, almost an hour later. They didn’t care though, they were too busy eating the donuts they had hidden in their clothes, sugar powder falling falling on their jeans and covering their cheeks as if they were kids again. Indeed, a perfect date.

 *

Following the map on his phone, Sero took a moment to compare the address before entering into an small neighbourhood. White and beige houses were displayed in order with mailboxes with the family names written elegantly on them and Sero stopped in front of the only house that was breaking the silence, and that coincidentally matched the address that Mina had sent him.

 The sound of the drums was loud and probably the reason no one answered the doorbell, so Sero found himself following the tunes through the already open doors of the garage and hoping it didn't count as trespassing. And by the sight of the animal print backpack dropped in one of the wooden chairs of the garden, Sero knew he had found the right house.

 Mina had failed to mention that there would have been more people there too. (And it had been on purpose, Sero could tell, after spotting Denki in a corner of the garage, casually playing the guitar as he heard his friends yelling beside him.)

 “You gotta get the tempo right! Have in mind that they all will follow you, idiot.” screamed one of them, an ash blonde guy with a frightening scowl and angry red eyes.

 “I know!” The guy in the drums responded, a redhead with strong arms and a sprightly smile, that didn’t even flinched when the blonde slapped the back of his head, as if he was used to it.

 “Then why do you keep accelerating, you dumbass!” growling, the blonde turned to Denki, noticing Sero’s presence by the corner of his eye.

The sudden silence made the other two to look up to his direction, the spiky redhead barely raising an eyebrow as Denki’s eyes widen in stupefaction.

 “What are you doing here?” Denki asked when he approached him. He was smiling though, and Sero felt his body relax under his golden gaze.

 “Mina forgot his speaker and told me to get it for her since I was still at uni.” Sero hold the bright pink device up so Denki could see it. “What was all of that?”

 Denki smiled sheepishly, his gaze turning at his friends.

 “do you see the spiky redhead there? That’s Kirishima. He usually plays the bass but suddenly he decided he wanted to try the drums.” Hanta looked at the boys who were back at their bickering. “Bakugo’s been trying to teach him but he’s too impatient. Mina got tired of them so she went to the kitchen for snacks.” he explained. “Give me a second I will go for her”

 Sero felt the gazes turn at him once more after Denki disappeared behind a door. They didn’t say a thing though, they just stayed there evaluating him in terrifying silence while Hanta did his best in trying to ignore them. Denki used to look at him like, before they exchanged numbers and stories.Sometimes he still looked at him like that.

 “Sero!” exclaimed a feminine voice and Sero barely had time to blink before a body collided with his and hold him in a tight hug. Mina’s pink curls tickled his neck and Sero chuckled as she released him as fast as she had came. She had already taken the speaker out of his hands before he could say a word. (It wasn’t really a surprise to find out she was already friends with Denki. They both had the same chaotic energy, Sero was more surprised he didn’t take it for granted.)

 What happened after that was a blur in his memory. Sero had mentioned something about going back and suddenly Mina was shoving Denki by the wrist at him, saying something about their houses being in the same direction before pushing them both out of the garage and closing the door behind them with an slam.

 “Do you tend to do this a lot?” he asked, once he recovered. Denki’s guitar wouldn’t fit on his bicycle so Hanta was leading it as they walked, his eyes fixated on the pavement in front of his feet.

 “We are approaching finals so we wanted to release some stress making noise before starting again.”said the blonde “Sometimes when we are all free we give small concerts.”

 Hanta turned his head to him so fast he nearly strained his neck, his mouth falling open in shock. “You are kidding me”

 Denki tried to hold back his smile by biting his lower lip instead. He seemed kinda proud as he talked. “I’m seriously not. Kirishima’s uncle has an small bar and he lets us play there from time to time.” He turned in a corner and Hanta followed him. They had already passed the avenue that leaded to his own home but Hanta didn't care, he was enjoying the company. “We are trying to find someone that knows how to play the music keyboard so if you are interested, just tell me.” He winked, jokingly and Hanta seriously considered telling him that he actually knew the basics only to see his cheeks turning a cute shade of red.

 Denki stopped in front of an apartment building and suddenly the atmosphere was heavy again, crowded in unsaid questions.

 “We are here” the blonde said, and Hanta wanted to believe his hesitation was because he didn’t want to say goodbye either. Not yet. “is your house near?”

 “We may have passed it already.” Hanta confessed and since he was already doing that, he decided to risk it, trying to ignore his heart throbbing like crazy inside his chest. “I just wanted to expend some more time with you.”

 Denki gaped like a fish for a few seconds, his eyes not meeting his as he opened the door, the invitation clear in his tone as he said, “What about a movie then?” and before Sero could say something he was already inside, and the taller guy could swear he saw a hint of redness in his ears.

 The blonde’s apartment was on the second floor and it was bigger than Hanta expected, enough for two people to live there without feeling like trapped in a cage. It’s interior was red brick, with a white ceiling that matched the rug that covered the center of the wooden floor.

There were two beds, at the opposite wall of the entrance door, and two personal wardrobes next to each one. A white door was between them, probably the entrance of the bathroom, and windows in the sidewalls.

The small living room was formed by a green sofa, a beanbag and a desk in each sidewall, with two shelves above each of them.  

 The blonde had told him that he shared the place with Bakugou, so Hanta was expecting his side to be kinda rough, something that was a resemblance of his attitude.

Intead, Bakugo's side was impeccable, and it was Kaminari's side the one that looked chaotic, painting utensils, clothes, manga and papers were scattered everywhere, as if it was a tornado’s doing.

 But the most noticeable thing was the canvas that was displayed on the sofa, a painting of a woman with her eyes closed and flowers in her hair, her golden curls adorning a face covered in freckles.

 “She's my mom” Kaminari said and Hanta noticed that while he was there daydreaming, Denki had already picked everything up. “It is my best painting so far.”

 And he might not said it, but Hanta had the feeling that it was also the most important for him.

  “You look a lot like her.” Hanta said and Kaminari smiled, trying to ignore the ache he felt on his chest, a pain he felt every time he saw the painting.

It was a bittersweet feeling, of having someone you lost in front of you, so detailed and perfect and still, finding it lacking: no trace of the sound of her laugh, the shine of her eyes, the tinkle of her voice as she called him and his sister for dinner.

It was empty, and still, it managed to fool his eyes.

 “I get that a lot.” Denki responded. “It seems I took a lot after her and my sister after my dad. I don’t have the curls or freckles tho, as you can see.”

 In all honesty, Kaminari forgot the painting was there, he had gotten used to think it was inside his closet, hidden of the world and his own eyes. But his sister had com to visit the day before and he knew he couldn’t not tell her about it, between her visit, that lasted until midnight, and the early band practice from today, Denki had forgotten everything about the painting,that was there in the middle of his sofa for everyone to see.

 Sero hummed thoughtfully before asking,“And why the flowers?”

 The question shouldn’t have hurt so much.

 “They are lillies. She loved nature. Our whole house looked like a flower shop, we had so many plants there.” It still did. His father never stopped taking care of her plants, no matter how tired he was after a full day of work. His father, who had to raise two children alone and that drinked tea instead of coffee since she passed away. “She didn’t seem to have a favourite though, so I had to do my research on them to decide which one I should choose.”

 He didn’t dare to ask his father if she had a favourite plant. He was the man that lost his heart but kept living nevertheless.

The love story of their parents always amazed him. A college girl who met his future husband in a beach concert. A guy that played in a rock band  and that fell for the girl whose arms were covered in flower tattoos, petals and leaves decorating her skin.

 “Yellow lillies are beautiful and elegant.” explained Kaminari, brushing softly with his fingertips the painted  blossoms.“They also symbolize thankfulness and desire of enjoyment. There’s people who associates them with negative meanings, bad luck, falsity, as well as happiness or joy.” Kaminari wondered what kind of face he was making. Was it reflecting the homesickness he was feeling?  “I decided to stay with desire of enjoyment. Because my mom was like that, free and soft and extraordinary.”    

 Their mom told his sister that falling in love with their father was easy, that she felt so quickly that it was alarming. And that still, she felt no fear, because her love was bigger than it. A love like that. So big, so deep. So easy.

 It sounded like a fairy tale and still, he witnessed it, how they were around each other. As if they were about to burst into a musical at any moment,

 “Disgustingly in love”, would say his sister, always smiling.

 “She sounds like an amazing person.” Hanta said, and Denki blinked away the tears he didn’t know that were gathering in the corner of his eyes.

 “She was.” he agreed and then he added, “I still can’t decide which one of you makes a better coffee though.”

 *

 Sero looked at the calendar and counted again the days he had left until his deadline. Almost a month. Then he counted the days he would need to study for his other exams, the homework he still had to do and the courses that would probably leave him more. That leave him with two weeks more or less. Two weeks to finish the prototype of a videogame for the most important course of the semester.

 He should have started it already. Actually, he had but he didn't plan on using that first attempt as his final work. So he was behind the schedule, but it was alright, because he would rather sacrifice some nights of sleep now than later, he would the energy once exams arrive.

 It wasn’t a pleasant thought, tough.

 Maybe if he finished on time he could ask Denki out again, maybe this time to the zoo, or any of the other places they had agree to visit another time, in their latest date.

Sero knew it would be impossible. By the time he’d finish, exam's week would had already started, and Denki would be busy with his own exams as well. Hanta hoped he wasn't as stuck as he was with his project, because the blonde had been sending him his ideas for already three weeks and Sero thought that it would be a shame if he didn’t see the end of that story.

What was the advice he had told to Denki, around two months ago, about being a creator?

 “Have confidence and determination and then the talent would bloom” Hanta whispered to his ceiling. Or something amongst those lines.

Where did that come from? Definitely a moment of inspiration, Sero couldn’t imagine himself saying something like that again, not even in his best pep-talk.

 But he did, once, and Denki had believed him and the prove of it wa sthe pictures he had now of his phone, sketches and messy notes that created new worlds by themselves.

 Finish on time. Do it right.

He didn’t need to choose between them if he made other decision instead.

 Sighing, Hanta picked up and dialed the numbers of the Coffee Whim.

*

“It is finals week in our uni” Shouji said when Kaminari had asked him about Sero's absence. “He has taken the last two weeks off, though I wouldn't be surprised if he didnt come some days after. You know how tiring it can be”.

 Kaminari had nodded and thanked for the coffee before going back to his place on the sofa.

 He hasn't seeing Sero since that movie night, almost three weeks ago. They hadn’t text much either, between his classes and homeworks, the blonde’s energy focused on study to pass his exams, that were just about to start that week. And now, knowing that Sero was the busy one made it impossible.

 So the week passed, with the café empty and no sign of Sero, Kaminari coming everyday once the afternoon started and his exams were over, looking at the register and sitting on the table beside the window, drawing and writing, his story taking form in front of his eyes as the ink filled the white pages of the notebook. An story about a ordinary character, that by being surrounded by the unconvencional, was unique.

 *

 A knock on the door brought Sero back to the reality.

The door opened swiftly to show his mother, holding a tray with sandwiches and a big milkshake and the boy’s stomach growled loudly with hunger. “I brought some snacks.” she said and just then Sero realised he had been working non stop for seven hours. His fingers felt cramped and his back and neck felt as tense as a violin cord. The incomplete software was shining in his laptop screen, reminding him the time left he had to finish it and some parts of the story he still had to add. But those sandwiches looked good and so did the milkshake, and his mother had made them for him after arriving home after work so Sero decided to stop for a minute. He needed a break.

 His mom stayed in the room, sitting besides him in the bed as she watched him eat, her black eyes shining in relief and the slight hint of an smile in the curve of her lips. She was still wearing her work attire, a long tube skirt with a white blouse and a red handkerchief around her neck. She hadn’t even took his make up off and Sero felt a wave of love filling his chest despite the numb state his brain was at the moment. His mom sure was the best.

 “How was work?” he asked, once his stomach calmed enough to let his brain formulate words. There was only one sandwich left but Sero concentrated on the milkshake, enjoying the sweet flavour against his tongue.

 His mom shrugged. “Kinda boring.”

 “No interesting stories then?”

 “Oh no, there's always drama in the airport. Nothing really remarkable this time tho.” her long red nails brushed his hair from the front to the back, as she did when he was a kid. He must really look horrible if she was doing that. “What about you? Are you close to finish it?”

 Hanta didn’t look at her eyes.“Something like that.”

 “One of those days, uh” Sometimes she could read him too easily.

 Sero fidgeted in his chair, suddenly interested in the shelf in front of his bed, his figures way more interesting than his mother evaluating gaze.

 “Remember when your brother taught you how to ride a bike?” she said after a moment and Sero couldn’t help but raise a brow..

Teach was an overstatement.

“You mean when he just left me in the top of an slope and waited for me to do it by myself.”

 “Yes, I taught him that way too”

 Sero hold back a laugh. So that's why his brother never got grounded.

 “Also he told me you already knew the basics, it was time for him to let you go.”

 “Debatable.”

 She ignored him.

 “I've seen many parents helping their kids when they learn. And I did that too, at the beginning.”

 “Marco only did it like four or five times” Sero replied.

 “More than enough. I only did it tree times for him.”

 “Jesus, mom.”

 “Don’t be like that, it was a very small slope.” She said  “what i mean is that sometimes kids just need to prove the hardest thing, just to acquire something more important that succeed: experience. Oh, don't look at me like that, niño. Or are you gonna tell me that you didn’t enjoy the rush of adrenaline once your brain assimilated the fear and proceed to act? Overcoming it and try to do something. Anything! Because If you were going to fall, you would fall by your own terms.” Her soft hand cupped his cheek and Sero reclined in it.

 “Sometimes i feel like you have changed a little with your experiences, but that’s okay, because you are still turning out and you learn from your mistakes. Just remember that I will always be here to remind you that sometimes it is better to take a risk. In everything.”

 She kissed his forehead and Sero sighed, inevitably.

 “Don’t doubt and don’t be scared, because when you are already falling you have nothing to lose. And knee scraps almost never leave scars.”

 *

 He was late.

The teacher had had a problem with her car and the class representative had told them to wait for another hour until she arrived. They just couldn't leave their notebooks, she wanted to ask them about them, confirm that they were the right authors and to exploit every piece of information they had not noted.

So they needed to wait.

The hours seem to last eternities and Kaminari had never hated that his last name was one of the lasts in the list.

The traffic was a disaster too. Winter had came and with it the snow and half of the buses in the city were stuck in the traffic. More time passed as he waited for a bus that never seemed to came and Kaminari was late, so he decided to ran.

He ran through the cold streets, his breath creating puffs in the cold air as he ran all the way to the café.

He wished it didn’t close, that maybe Sero was still there, delaying it because someone told him that Denki had gone there everyday and that he planned to do the same that day too.

And Kaminari ran. And he wished.

 *

 Sero had closed the cafe late that day.

It had been a busy day. It was the last day of finals and the eve of a long vacation term and the college students felt like treating themselves with caffeine and sugar after having survived hell.

 Mineta was still mia (he would call him later, the dude always overdone it for finals) and Shouji had left early so he could go out with his (boy)friend. (Sero had to insist. He had been the only one working while the rest of them studied. He deserved the break.) He himself had finished his exams the day before, and he had never felt prouder of presenting a work on time. (He slept for fifteen hours after that, practically fainting on top of his bed with a victory smile.)

 Right then though, he took orders, prepared, served and even greeted some friends and familiar faces, compensating for the days of absence with even more energy while doing his tasks.

 “A vanilla cappuccino and a macchiato” a voice said and Sero looked up from the register to found himself in front of Denki’s roommate and friend, Bakugou, who was looking as exhausted and dead inside as everyone else.

 Hanta wondered if he should greet him or try to make an small conversation, after all he had been in the guy’s house, but Bakugou didn’t make any sign of recognising him. Instead, the blonde looked silently at the small box next to the register before picking up one of the chocolate chips cookies bags displayed in it, not willing to look at Sero at the eyes as he asked for the price.

 “I thought Denki would have been here” Bakugou said, while receiving his change. Hanta frowned in confusion.

 “I hadn’t seen him in weeks”

 “You must be blind then because he had come everyday in the last week”. Sero’s eyes widened in surprise and the blonde looked at him with curiosity before going back to his table, handling the cookie bag to the freckled guy that was waiting him there.

 Hanta repeated that part of the conversation in his head for the rest of the night, unaware of the passing of the time as he swept the floor and cleaned the tables.

 He didn’t notice the clock marking that it was already half an hour after closing time, or the clumsiness of his movements as tiredness started to affect him.

 And once he heard the footsteps and the doorbell as the doors opened, every sign of exhaustion vanished from his body, his heart stopping for a second at the sight of a messy blond, with his cheeks and hands pinks for the cold and his breath uneven as he gasped, “A coffee, please”

 Compared to outside, the Coffee Whim was cozy and warm and Kaminari’s muscles relaxed at the change of temperature.

Hanta had gone behind the counter, opening and closing cupboards before pouring the ingredients in the machine with ease.

Denki just observed, taking every detail of him in, trying to find small changes compared to the last time they had met. But aside from the bags under his eyes, practically hidden behind the frame of his glasses, he found none and he found it more comforting than he thought.

 An small cup was slid softly to his direction and Kaminari looked down to the smiley face Sero had draw on the foam, the sweet smell of the coffee filling his nostrils before taking it to his lips.  

 “This…” he whispered, after a long sip and Hanta’s smile made Kaminari’s heart made a somersault in his chest.

 “This time it is not a Nevado, it is too cold for that.” Sero explained, “ But I thought you might needed something sweet. This is the warm and original version: An Arequipe Latte.”

 Kaminari sighed happily, his body welcoming the hot drink as his tongue drowned in its sweet taste. A cozy feeling filling him from head to toes the more he drank it.“I'm gonna marry you one of these days.” he said and Sero huffed at his dramatism.

 Once he had finished it all, the blonde asked, “I see your finals are over. How did it go?”

 Hanta shrugged. “It was rough, not gonna lie, but it turned out fine at the end. Very good actually, I’m satisfied with the results.” He poked kindly Denki’s hand, positioned on top of the wooden table. “And yours?”

 “I won't know the results till monday but I'm positive.” Denki thought of his project, his explanation of it and the teacher's face as she checked the notebook. He closed his eyes at the memory of her asking him if she could keep it for a few days and the encouraging smile she gave to him before closing the door behind him. “I really want to nail this.”

 “I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure you are gonna kick some asses there.”

 Denki mirrored his smile and then there was silence between them again, a comfortable one, as they both lost in the comfort that being with each other was.

 At least until Kaminari’s phone rang, the pop song cutting the atmosphere like a knife.

 It wasn’t nothing important, only an old alarm he had forgotten to deactivate, but it reminded Denki how late it was, his muscles suddenly aching with the realization.

 “I think it is time to go home” he said, rather hesitantly, as he got up of the chair. He didn’t make any more move though, watching Hanta as he put his coat on and turning the last lights off before getting next to him to walk to the bus stop together.

 The snow had already started to accumulate in the streets by the time they spotted the bus stop from afar, and despite being a cold night, Kaminari found himself extending his arm to catch the snowflakes, even if they gave him goosebumps when they made contact with his skin. Carefully, Hanta took his hand on his own to put them both in his coat’s pocket, protecting them of the cold temperature, the warm of his palm transfering to his own.

 “You know, I tend to do stupid things when I’m tired.” said Sero, as they approached more and more their destination. Their steps had turned slower though, prolonging their time together as long as possible neither of them wanting to say goodbye.

 Hanta hadn’t let go his hand yet, and Denki felt his hand squeeze his as Sero turned his body to face him, so close, he could see through his glasses clearly.

 “Really? I do them all the time” said Kaminari, suddenly out of breath and his eyes roamed over Hanta’s features, searching for any sign that revealed a doubt, a rejection. There was none. Quite the contrary even, as Denki watched his lips quirk in a shy smile, the blush extending to his ears as Hanta looked back at him, at his lips. “It must be really annoying.”

 “It is,” Hanta said and then there was a hand caressing softly Denki’s cheek, raising his chin with cold fingers and touching lovingly the corner of his mouth, and the blonde felt a dejavu as he felt his breath against his skin, his heart stopping as Hanta whispered, “but I think I won’t call it a mistake this time.”

 The long awaited kiss was soft and tender, almost shy, and both guys closed his eyes as they hugged each other closer, their lips parting almost immediately with craving. It tasted sweet and slightly bitter and Denki stood on his tiptoes to get to taste more of it.

 Hanta and coffee, coffee and Hanta.

 He almost whined when they had to separate to breath, joining their foreheads together as Hanta chuckled against his mouth.

 “Suddenly I feel like drinking coffee again.” He said and Denki pulled him down by the collar of his coat because for the first time on his life, he did not. He found that he liked Hanta’s lips even more.

#coffee whim #kamisero #full cowl bang #coffee shop au #alternate universe #bnha

[peachyteabuck]

loving him was red

summary: you’ve never had sex on your period, but when you find yourself heated during aunt flow’s visit while at an event with steve, the perfect opportunity arises for you to try it out.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

words:  2381

trigger warnings: menstruation mention, some graphic descriptions of blood, smut (oral, fingering, vaginal sex), lots of swearing, the lords name in vain a few times

notes/other: HI PLS READ THIS ESP IF YOU NORMALLY DO NOT i based this p heavily on my own experiences with menstruation + other accounts i’ve heard. it is very important to remember that there is never one singular way to experience a period NOR is there a WRONG way!! all ppl who have periods are individuals with intersecting health/economic/work statuses. this has been ur daily menstrual health psa from lukis peachyteabuck.tumblr.com

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Pro: you currently look fine as fuck, and are on a date to some Very Important Thing with Captain freaking America.

Con: He’s horny (because you look so hot) and won’t leave you alone about it.

Pro: He’s horny (because you look so hot), and you’re horny (because he looks so hot).

Con: You’re currently on your period. Not only that, but the heaviest day of it is today, meaning your current tampon is acting as a floodgate to the Red Sea. Aunt Flow. Blood Moon. Red Scare. Hellstorm. Bitch in Red. Crimson Tide. Shark Week.

You get the picture.

When he thinks no one’s looking, Steve slides his hands down to your ass. You tense and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Babe, stop,” you hiss through your teeth, but you don’t sound very convincing. A waiter comes by with glasses of champagne and you grab two. You’re gonna need them to get through the next few hours, both because the...whatever you’re at is boring as hell and because all you want to do is jump your boyfriend’s bones.

“Why?” Steve says lowly into your ear. You take another sip of champagne, trying to quell the desire in your stomach. “You look so hot, your tits and ass look so good. Can’t wait to get home and give you all the bruises you want. Can’t wait to make you cum under me. Just wanna fuck you until you can’t remember you own name, until you’re begging me to stop.”

You grab the table in front of you and moan, other patrons be damned.

“Babe,” you whimper. “Stop, seriously.”

He laughs a little. “What? Can’t take the heat, should’ve expected this. In that dress? You know, I can’t tell what’s hotter, you in or you wi-”

You take a large drink from one of the glasses and turn to face him. You use your babysitting voice, the one you use with Peter when he pulls some dumb shit and no one has the courage to shame him. Damn Tony, doesn’t want to grow a spine and discipline Peter for fear of making him hate the man. “Steven Grant Rogers, I am on my period, and unless you want to beat your meat on the couch tonight, I’d recommend you cut it out.”

He’s stunned, a little. You snapping at him is extremely uncommon, you’re normally a total sweetheart with him (Who wouldn’t be?). Steve’s mouth hangs open a little as you turn back to face the crowd.

You engage with the rest of the Avengers who came - Sam, Tony, Pepper, and a few other people who you’d been wanting to talk to. A designer, some singers, a movie producer. You have lively conversations and Steve’s hand stays safely above your waist the whole time.

This time, it feels awkward. Not...sexual, like usual.

Now it’s just supportive, a way to tell you know he’s there. That’s it.

You feel bad, so bad. He was just telling you how attracted he was to you and you literally snapped at him like he was a petulant child! God, what’s wrong with you? Why were you so angry out of nowhere!

Oh, you’re in your period.

Right.

Once you’re too tired to stand in your heels, Steve moves you into the limo that’ll take you back to Stark tower. He holds your hand the entire way back, even carries your heels for you once you make it through the entrance.

He’s so amazing. And sweet. And kind. You want him to rearrange your guts.

You’ve been together long enough that he knows the minute you get into your shared apartment you want your dress unzipped so you can hunch over a take a deep breath. He guesses (correctly) that you need it undone even more so now that you’re bloated. When comes behind you to grab at it, you sigh.

“I’m so sorry for losing my self control earlier this evening...it’s just…”

You turn around, facing him. He looks so sad and you feel like you’ve kicked a puppy. Or stepped on a flower. Or thrown a fire blanket over the sun. Or slammed a baby’s hand in a car door.

In short, you’re a horrible person and all you want to do right now is cry dramatically surrounded by roses and candles. Or maybe while you stress eat banana bread.

“I’m so fucking horny when I’m on my period, and I’ve always just...I know guys find it so gross and frankly, I guess I unders-”

Steve tilts your chin up with his knuckles. It’s a sweet gesture, grounding. You stop talking, enchanted by his beautiful eyes. “I don’t find it gross at all.”

You gulp, remaining silent as he spoke. What?

“Let me fuck you, please. I find you so beautiful, and a natural and healthy body function isn’t going to change that.” The dress slips down your body and he first kisses down your chest, then your stomach, then lands on his knees right in front of your pussy. The dress, with its deep, wide neckline didn’t allow for a bra, so he skips right down to your panties. Menstruating had made your lips extra sensitive, so you told your stylist specifically to give you a simply black cotton panty.

Steve, someone who has seen you in much fancier, much more expensive, and/or much sexier lingerie, doesn’t seem to mind. He still pulls them down with his teeth, and massages your inner thighs. You want to look away so badly, so worried about what he’ll say when he finds the string of your tampon, or if he sees your more pronounced belly due to bloating.

When the panties hit the floor, you want to scream. Why is he doing this? Why does he find you sexy?

“Okay,” you finally get out. You immediately regret your response. Okay!? What was he asking you, what he was getting for dinner? You could at least say please!

You try to breathe, to calm down. But you can’t. You absolutely cannot calm the fuck down.

“Open your legs a little for me, babe,” he whispers. It’s low, calm. The kind of voice you’d use if you’re trying to pet a stray cat on the street. He’s trying to get your heart to stop racing, for your palms stop sweating.

You follow his orders, opening your knees a little bit, attempting to relax your muscles in the process. He coaxes the tampon string down from where you tucked it in, pulling it out slowly.

When he pulls it away, it’s a deep, ugly brown. Not earthy, or some deep coffee-like brown, or a beautiful oak in a desk at Ikea.

It’s gross. Just plain gross.

You wince a little at the sight, and he tosses it into the trash can under your desk.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” he inches his strong hands back up your legs, digging a little into the sore muscles.

Right before they can ghost your clit, you sigh.

“Wait,” you say. Steve hands stop and you close your eyes.

You can’t look at him, you’re so embarrassed.

But you want to do this, and you want to feel good while it happens. “Lean me against a wall, it feels better on my lower back if I have something to lean against...also I’m really sensitive right now, so going slow would be appreciated.”

Steve nods, standing up and pressing you into the closest wall. “Anything else, darling?”

He’s eye-level with you now, and fuck you love him so much.

You shake your head. “No...just, thank you...for this.”

He descends again and smiles. “Anything for you, my love.”

First he circles a thumb around your clit, inserting some of his middle finger into you. It feels so good, especially since you haven’t gotten off at all this week.

You blame it on being too busy, but you know why.

It’s never something you could understand, why you were always so ashamed of being on your period. Maybe it was societal influence, maybe it was because once a kid pulled a tampon out of your purse in high school and called you a she-demon, maybe it was because once your period started while having sex with your most recent ex-boyfriend and he called you a nasty bitch and then broke up with you...while you were both still naked.

Whatever it was, you knew three things:

One, you have the best boyfriend in the world.

Nope, scratch that, the universe.

Two, your boyfriend cares for you a lot and wants you to be happy.

Three, whatever he’s doing is incredibly erotic and you love it.

It’s absolute ecstasy, the way he pumps his fingers in and out of you in rhythm with circles around your clit. You knead your breasts and moan lewdly, and it only drives Steve to work harder.

When you cum, you cum hard. He fucks you through it with his fingers, smiling at the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Fuck,” you mumble. “That was so good.”

He chuckles. “Glad I could be of service.”

You laugh a little, running your hands through his hair. It’s thick, golden, warm. He’s like the sun.

You bite your lip, preparing to speak.

But he does so before you can. “Want to go to the bed?”

It’s sounds like such an innocent question, but you know better.

You nod, letting out a deep exhale. “Just be warned, changing my center of gravity is gonna...it’s gonna be weird...”

Steve laughs a little again. “Babe, I know what I’m getting into.”

He then picks you up and carries you to the bed. The second he lays you down, you start to feel that familiar feeling you can only describe as a stomach ache, but if it was also a waterfall.

The second you start to look how you feel, Steve becomes concerned.

“You okay?” he asks, eyeing you up and down to look for injury.

You squeeze your eyes together. “Yeah...just feeling weird.”

Steve laughs a little. His hands were stained with your blood, and since he had picked you up, smudged handprints riddled your body. You thought you might be disgusted, or he might be disgusted.

But it was beautiful, art. A painting made with you, by Steve, on you.

A masterpiece.

Steve seems to have the same thought. “Should draw this and sell it to that damned museum we were just at...hang it up for all the world to see just how beautiful you are…”

You think Steve is about to just fuck you, and you’re totally okay with that.

Not expecting to get fucked and then getting fucked is a wonderful surprise, one you welcome.

But then he kisses down your navel again, and lightly licks and nips at your clit.

The minitrations illicit loud and broken moans out of you. Your fingers fly to the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer to you. His blood-stained hands hold you hips up, keeping them from bucking. It’s good, it’s so good.

He removes one, and begins to fuck his fingers in and out you. It’s good, your clit in his mouth, his fingers in your cunt.

You cum with a cry. If the first time made you see stars, this time you’re able to identify the Big Dipper. Before the orgasm was surprising, almost juvenile. It reminded you of getting fingered on the bleachers, or in a bathroom.

This one makes you feel like an adult. An actual, real life adult woman with actual, real life adult woman desires.

“Fuck,” is all you can muster.

Steve crawls up to you, resting part of his body on your chest, which is still heaving. He places a hand on your hip, his thumb rubbing supportively.

“Was hoping you’d say that,” he says, smiling. God, you want to hit him.

Not in a sexual way, though. Not right now, at least.

You groan a little at his gloating. He looks like a cheshire cat. “Shut up and fuck me, you insolent bastard.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says before positioning himself at your entrance.

Despite his sarcastic nature, he watches you for any sign of discomfort while he slowly enters you. It’s sweet, and sickeningly slow.

You moan, wrapping your legs around his waist to give him a better angle. This is exactly what you needed to make you feel less shitty, some good ole fuckin’ with your exceptionally attractive boyfriend.

By the end, you two are a moaning mess. You finish again, your hand on your clit and Steve kissing your neck. This time, the crystal clear pleasure is gone, and you feel like a giant fuzzy cloud of “holy fucking Jesus H Christ that was amazing.”

While your pussy pulses around him, Steve cums inside you. When he pulls out and collapses next to you, you’re finally clear-headed enough to take in the scene around you.

It looks like you should section off the bed with caution tape. Steve’s dick, hands, and face are absolutely covered in blood, as is the bed.

That’s when it hits you. White sheets. Deep red and brown clumps of your uterine lining. An absolutely perfect but sometimes forgetful boyfriend.

“Steve, babe?” you question, attempting to pry him away from the edge of sleep.

“Mmmrf,” is all he says, face down, head resting between your breasts.

“Did you forget to pull a towel down before we fucked?”

He lifts his head, smile sated. “Maybe.”

You sigh, and let his head fall back down. Finding a way to non-suspiciously change your blood sheets is a problem for tomorrow-you. Right-now-you just wants to run your fingers through Steve’s hair, his light snores filling your room and giving you something to fall asleep to.

“You know I’m gonna make you do this next time, too, right?” You ask, suddenly just as tired as Steve looks.

He nods a little, then turns his head so you can hear him. He kisses your breast before he speaks. “Of course, baby. Would do anything for you, especially when it comes you makin’ love to ya.”

You smile. “Good. Because after that, there’s no way I’m ever letting you go.”

Steve chuckles. “Ditto, babe.”

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[intoanotherether]

Die Alone

I’m going outside to die a little, does anyone need anything while I’m out? was said to no one in particular, just the room, and no one said anything back, well actually, no, someone coughed. So, cough back. No cough back to the cough back. Okay, tough crowd in the coffee shop tonight, yikes, dammit, stand there and look around. It’s healthy to be social, the lady on TV said, try small talk. That was just a bunk first attempt, try: push hair behind ear, yeah, that’s an awesome confident look. Ready, take a chance, say: How many grandparents do you have left? Does anyone here like a nice long hard stare at the wall? ...A passionate fuck on a sand dune? Art? ...No? What an uncultured crowd! Okay, that’s better than boring open-ended questions like What do you like to do in your free time? I hope it’s not waste time, because this question is wasting my time, let’s skip that part, let me riddle you this: Fire or water? Which is the worse way to die? Fun fact: we die a little more every moment. Anyone care to come die with me outside for a second and have coffee on the patio together? ...Okay, what do you like to do in your free time? No one says anything back, not even a cough, just the sound of a ceiling fan pushing silence around.

The decision: die alone instead. Do not let anyone love you. Make life a solo activity, prove independence. Break away. Feel sorry for yourself a little, that’s allowed. Then the sound of a door opening, then retracing steps, “wait, could I have something to-go?” then the sound of a door opening and then heavy wood shaking around a click click of metal. Bye-bye.

Outside, there’s the view of a terribly average looking pedestrian man standing across the street with a cell phone, and see, he’s even daring enough to be talking on that cell phone. There’s nothing very special about him at all, so, that has got to be one big sad drag of a conversation. The other person on the line myst be very brave. The pedestrian man does the whole chirp chirping away thing, chit chat, “he said she said." Nice cell phone, that’s a real cool big boy device. What a thing, what a gadget. Think: where does someone so average learn to make friends? An elevator? A hospital waiting room? In line at the 2001 idiot convention? Who’s he paying?

Someone must have been forced into that one, yikes!

Okay. Get a hobby, fucker. Leave this vicinity, pal. Dying won’t be done in the shared interest of anyone else and especially not with such a painfully average looking pedestrian man. He just exists just to take up space, surely. Such an assumingly unassuming pedestrian man he is, a real prick. Leave that someone alone, have some decency. Give her privacy. She’s chosen to review her feigning existence all on her own now. The decision: everyone else can fuck off, thanks.

The lady on the TV would say, The world just isn’t ready for you yet, but don’t worry, friends are right around the corner! Try being social, she’d say, you wouldn’t don’t want to die alone, would you? She’s never said that Everyone needs to die alone sometimes, at least for a little bit. No one says that. Right now: not a favorable time to be social. Today’s already been messed up, it’s been defiled, and now that pedestrian man across the street is intruding in on this attempt at privacy. How terribly intrusive of him. Don’t wave, now, that’d be too intrusive of you and two wrongs don’t make a right. No, don’t look at him either, that’s way too confrontational. He’s not used to being looked at, obviously, judging by how very average he is, a little too average. He’s so average that he could not possibly catch anyone’s eye; it’d be awfully rude as to even catch a glimpse, he’s not used to that, so, especially don’t look at him: this white T-shirt logo ill-fit blue jean key jingle balding man, off-brand Ray Bans razor burn man. “In it to win it” T-shirt logo man, nothing special. He’s so conventionally conventional that he’s made a statement: there’s no need to look at me, there’s nothing here. Oh, what an unassuming prick.

For even this common typed girl-at-the-supermarket-who-buys-into-the-marketing-schemes-used-by-corporate-companies-who-type-their-food-products-as-“organic”-in-a-way-that-they-have-only-been-clearly-marked-in-big-green-letters-as-**organic**-in-so-that-they-appeal-to-those-who-would-like-to-feel-better-about-where-their-food-comes-“from”-because-that’s-progressive kind of girl to notice a painfully average someone him would have him wondering like Why did she look at me? or Do I say something? Is this a mistake? or How could I have gotten her attention? Is this love? when he realistically couldn’t have gotten her attention in any other way other than talking very loudly on a cellphone right across the street from her. Not exactly a “don’t look, honey” kind of man, but rather a “could I get a pack of Marlboro golds, special blend, no, go up one, the gold pack right there to the left” kind of man. “Just asking, but do these here gas station sexual enhancement pill things really work? Not gonna buy them though, just kinda curious.” He doesn’t say it, but he sure does think it. So, please, don’t look at him. This pedestrian man is just so sadly average that it’d make him question how average he wasn’t being, as if he was doing something weird or bad. A failure on his part, he is very definitely neither.

Don’t look honey.

Okay, I won’t.

Maybe if I hold my breath, I will appear as a statue. Find a steady position to hold; quietly: sit down in patio chair, scoot close to patio table, lace fingers, cross legs. Look up at the traffic light on the corner. It’s the color that makes the cars stop.

Oh, dammit, he’s such a disease. Hey fucker, are you lost? Just build a home and raise a family of likewise fuckers in that patch of sidewalk over there. Oh, the audacity! The statue rolls her eyes. The pedestrian man puts his free-hand-not-cell-phone-hand on his hip and stands there looking like the lost fucker he is, mumbling more than talking, but yelling more than mumbling, and heckling the other person on the line more than anything at all. Oh, my god.

Hey! Robert, what’s up, my good guy friend! Yeah, I didn’t mean to embarrass myself so badly last night, tell me, how bad was I? And don’t even begin to tell me it wasn’t bad, I know it was. I just get so silly... just totally let myself go! Did Carol see? Were there pictures? Please erase the pictures, please don’t show them to me, don’t show anyone. You hear me, don’t show anyone those fucking pictures, Robert. Especially not Carol, how late did she stay? Tell her I’m not that kind of guy, I mean, what kind of guy does a somersault in the living room unprovoked, I’m actually very shy and normal. Oh, Robert, please, don’t tell me I tried to get into the hot tub, no! At least, did anyone come in with me? No? I cried? About what? Hold on, Robert, I think we have an eavesdropper, oh, How intrusive of her! okay, now, look away. Scoff. The traffic light turned the color that made the cars go; the statue blinked. It gave her away.

The pedestrian man stomped on the ground, oh my, what a statement! Okay, sorry. Robert? Robert, are you there? No one can hear us, no worries. Were you worried someone could hear? I sure wasn’t. Were you sure to talk to Carol about my behavior at the party last night? Have you told her that I am indeed actually a shy normal guy and could not be any other kind of guy? No? Well, why the hell not? You work with that beautiful bitch, what do you do, just sit in silence at your goddamn desk in your stupid fucking office all day, not even talking to anyone you work with? Not a goddamn good morning? Good afternoon? Fuck you. I am not a circus animal here for your entertainment! I am human, Robert. I am not something to laugh at, and all you can kiss my a-s-s, especially Carol. It was alright knowing you. Alright, okay, I am done. That’s enough out of me. I’ll talk to you later, have fun in Key West, I’ll be over here in Key East far as f-word away from you; alright, Bye, Fuck you, goodbye. Then the sound of Oh my God I really fucked this one up big time! The wind starts crying. Oh, I give up on Carol, I give up on love. You beautiful bitch! Then the sound a cellphone makes when it crashes on pavement. Find a steady position to hold: the pedestrian man covers his face and the statue dies alone for a moment.

Oh, she was something. I wanted to take her out and hold her hand in public, I wanted people to see us holding hands and I wanted them to wonder about us; I wanted them to see us together and think about us, all because we looked so special together, so perfect, so good, we’d be so happy together that people would look at us and wonder what the secret to love was. Sometimes, I sweat a lot, but I would learn to control it. Discipline myself, buy expensive cologne, start taking B-12 vitamins, start smoking American Spirits, practice crying in a way that does not make me look sad but instead handsomely emotional, maybe start frequenting a bar and getting to know one of the bartenders because that’s probably impressive. I used to look at couples holding hands and think that what they had just wasn’t meant for a sadly average unassuming pedestrian man like me.

It’d be like: Look at us, her and I, having love. To say that I did that with someone. I want to do Love with that beautiful bitch, Love with a capital L. I want to change her car’s oil and buy her a Valentine thing like a cool boyfriend guy. I don’t want to just look at love any more, I want love to be something that looks like me. She made me feel like I could figure all that out. It made me feel so fucking disgusting for just looking at her.

The traffic light turned the color that made the cars stop; the statue blinked.

It gave him away.

It was at that moment he decided that he’d move on, find another very beautiful bitch like Carol, a girl who was even more beautiful and more bitchy but in a good way: like she’d kicked doors open with her foot instead of pushing it open with her hands and spit on the ground sometimes. Carol was kind of homely but very hot at the same time which did confuse him, especially because she always said very strange unusual things like Dying alone is the most romantic thing, I can’t possibly let anyone love me, ever! Maybe I’ll go to more parties and on a few dates and get fucked spontaneously in a home improvement store, hopefully Home Depot, in the screw section because that’s funny; lead some very nice guy on because that sounds powerful and dump him even though we had a chance and he’d be the only boy who ever understood my obsession with Bonsai tree gardening and he’d even gone out and bought a chainsaw for me, just because I love the sound a chainsaw makes, and he’d even rev it up for me when I got all sad. The lady on the TV says it’s healthy to be social, but she never said that could probably be substituted for organic food and making friends with the northeast corner of my room. Sigh. I’m one dreamy bitch.

From across the street: Carol? ...! Is that you over there, saying those very unusual things that turn me on very much? says the wind.

Across from across the street: I’m sorry, did someone very sadly average just say something to me? Sorry, not up for a conversation, I’m trying to die alone right now. Actually, I’ll cut to the chase. Please, shut the fuck up over there.

Carol, hold on, calm it down! Don’t you remember me? Probably not because no one ever remembers me, but I was the guy from that party last night, we were both there, I was that pedestrian man who let himself get all silly, which was out of character for him because he’s actually very shy and normal? I really hope you had a good time.

Hello, oh. I didn’t really have a good time.

Well, apparently, neither was I, being that painfully average looking man crying in the hot tub. But I was just really letting myself go, sometimes, you just have to do it.

Oh. That crying guy alone at the party, that was you.

           Crying about what, do you happen to know why?

           Crying about what? Or why were you crying? Those are two different questions.

           Do you have either answer?

           Why? No reason. About what? Something. But for no real reason. And you should be aware that Robert took a lot of pictures.

           Fuck!

Carol was at that party last night looking for one of those very cool stylish Berlin boys that could only found in the dance clubs in Europe who do lines of blow off the floor and also off her ass if she’s lucky; someone with very awesome expensive cool guy glasses that she could throw off in a moment of passionate love-making in her uncle’s bathroom at family Christmas, not an average guy who’s idea of a good time was holding hands at a public park, promising her Las Vegas someday when she knew he didn’t have the money. The later was too realistic. People really let themselves do that, they really let themselves get that close to someone. There’s something really terrifying about that, she couldn’t figure out why.

Write down: What does it mean to be close to someone? Walking home together after a night out? And holding hands? Then running ahead of and doing a little twirl in the 2am streetlight because I want to impress them? And they’d be there, just watching, being so impressed by me for doing something so simple as that, so impressed that I just exist in front of them doing a simple little thing? For them to be so impressed by my simplicity, is that what it’s like to be close to someone? What’s so terrifying about that? And why does it make me feel so disgusting for wanting to know what that’s like?

She didn’t expect to find a pedestrian man crying alone in the hot tub last night. It felt really wrong to look at him. It made her want to go home, so, she did. Why? For no real reason.

Oh, look at that poor pedestrian man, crying for no real reason! everyone said. I’m going home, no one said. Carol left without saying bye.

That crying girl alone in her room, that was her. She lets go sometimes, too. Wondering why she won’t let anyone love her, right? Why won’t I let anyone love me? Little sad alone girl hoping Bonsai tree would listen. It always did. Thank you so much for listening. Thank you.

The lady on TV never listens.

She makes me feel really bad.

Look, I hope you die alone if that’s what you really want.

And I hope you die in love if that’s what you really want.

I hope you die alone starving in a hole and no one loves you, you beautiful bitch.

And I hope you die before the person you love so you don’t die alone, you painfully average pedestrian man.

The traffic light turned the color that made the cars go.

This may be your only chance, pedestrian man. Dash in. Do a somersault. Turn the street the color that looks like love.

Die before the person you love so you don’t die alone.

And she dies alone for another second.

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[superlepato]

The Kid that Survived

This is written for @rarsablack three words challenge, which is the first challenge I do, so I hope you like it. My words are truck, bicycle, and Hogwarts.

It was stupid; everything about his situation was stupid. He was basically being forced as peer pressure can be, to clean his room and get rid of everything that he hasn’t use in a period of at least two years.

Everything started at dinner, his father making small talk which leads to the passive-aggressive comment about how being a disciplined person wasn’t part of him as a human being, to how his bedroom was a proof of that statement, of how disorganized and childlike still was. That’s how he finds himself angry cleaning his room trying a to prove a meaningless point.

His dirty clothes were already in the basket, the clean ones in the drawers, books, paper, and other miscellaneous crap in the shelves or desk. Now it was time to tackle the closet.

Boxes, bags, and boxes of different sizes, all their contents spread over his floor, things full of nostalgia that he thought he was never going to see again or were already rotten in some dumpster.

His collection of hot wheels cars and a truck that was painfully obvious that didn’t belong to the same brand, looking more cheaper but far more special since he remembered that he found it in the schoolyard in first-grade making his day, just because he found that little treasure in the dirt. 

There were also very old works sheets with bubble letters in the margins, his old spacemaker still full with mechanical pencils, short crayons, pencil eraser tops, a fat pen with different ink colors that you could change with a click, the bullshit magical eraser, some orphans stamp markers and scent markers. All of this screamed childhood, how long has is being?

That was when he saw it, it was under a pile of books and notebooks, only the corner visible but, he could recognize it anyways; Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. It was the first and only book of the saga that he ever had and read. He remembered his initial aversion to the book and how it took him almost a year to read the whole thing but he also remembered how at the end he liked to watch the cover of the book. 

The moonlight illuminating the dark night, the castle, fluffy the three heads dog, the unicorn running at the edge of the forest and the water that surrounded the castle, to Harry Potter itself flying with his broom alongside The Golden Snitch.

Because that was the thing he got the Spanish version of the book, the one from Salamandra’s editorial. It was a gift from his Nana in Spain and God how he hated that book, he hated how his parents didn’t want to buy him the English version, he hated that he couldn’t complain about it because his mother didn’t fail to remind him how spoiled and ungrateful he was being and that he could take that chance to learn Spanish, he hated how he couldn’t escape from it since everyone at the time was talking only about it, constantly asking him if he already read it, how much he like it and what was his favorite part, and that was another thing it was inconceivable for everyone that someone could hate that book, it was so frustrating. 

That’s why he pushed Tommy to the floor the first time he brought up the book in a conversation and how heavy, fat and inflamed his tongue felt when an adult asked him about fucking Harry Potter.

How could he explain at that age that he hasn’t read even the first page because he couldn’t go beyond the first paragraph?, how dumb, stupid and retarded he felt when he pronounced or mispronounced the words having a dictionary at his side, how everyone else was enjoying something that he couldn’t comprehend, it made him bitter.

It wasn’t until years later that at the end of middle school when his father got a promotion and the whole family moved to California, but still keeping the house in Hawkins that the book got a second chance. 

It was when he was bored and didn’t have anything to do since everything was new, he didn’t know anything yet and he wasn’t confident enough to wander by himself far from the known of his new home. Fed up to boredom he found the dusty book in a shelve; at the age of 13, he read his first Harry Potter book.

It was a struggle, the same pull and push that everyone that decided to learn a new language goes through, leaving aside the frustration of searching the same word over and over because he keeps forgetting his meaning, he found solace in Harry’s experiences, he knew what it felt to be invisible to the persons that are supposed to care about you, only remembering your existence when you did something wrong or not good enough, leaving everything he knows just to study in a totally different world, having a rivalry to the blond asshole kid in your grade but that was where the similarities ended because Harry was special in both worlds and he never was going to receive a letter for Hogwarts and live great adventures.

When he ended the book he cried, it felt like saying goodbye to a friend that you knew you will never see again, and in some form it was true, he wasn’t going feel what that book make him feel again, he wouldn’t be able to replicate the sensation no matter how much he reread the thing and buying the sequels wouldn’t help either. 

It was a one-time feeling that didn’t have in his heart to spoil, so he did what he had to do, he closed the book and watched the cover trying to engrave every detail in his mind and put it away as not to be open again.

He set aside the book with the rest of the items he intended to keep while he collected the rest in a garbage bag. He paused he heard a knocked on his window. When he got to it, he sees his asshole blond rival looking back at him.

He opens the window to let him in, he asks “Why are you here, Billy?” as he steps aside to let the other boy in.

“Spring cleaning?”  Billy said as he gestured to the garbage bags, completely dodging Steve’s question.

“Billy we are in July”  Steve responds as he watched his friend lying on the bed.

“Whatever I just came to take you out to the beach”

“You don’t mean ‘asking me’ to go to the beach?”

“Nah, as if I had to ask you to know the answer”

“Mmm…and how you plan to take me? are you going to use your bicycle?” Steve remarked reminding Billy that his car was still in the shop.

Billy propped himself onto his elbows. “Har Har, if I only knew that driving you around would make you a spoiled little shit. It’s temporary until my baby leaves the workshop”

Steve shrugged, there was no point in arguing with that like there was no point in reject his offer and stay in his room far longer “Alright, lead the way, jerk”

Billy grinned and got off the bed, striding back to the window “After you.” He followed Steve close behind and once they got down to the front lawn he got his bike up from the curb “Get on the back Harrington.”

Steve rolled his eyes, leave it to him to be friends with an emotionally stunted and bossy person. Regardless he got on the back of the bicycle “Whenever you are ready.”

As he moved away in the back of the bike, clinging to Billy’s waist feeling the air in his face, he thought that maybe in the end in some way Harry wasn’t the only kid that survived.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #my writing #three words challenge #The Kid that Survived #harringrove challenge

[darlingpetao3]

Property of Harrison Wells (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: M (Smut)

Summary: Harry catches a glimpse of your new Flash underwear and gets more than a little jealous.

A/N: I dunno you guys, but I think I may have out-smutted myself on this one. This was way too fun. The prompt was brought to my attention by @letyourimaginationrun who found it as an anonymous prompt featured on @flashsmuts blog.

There goes your day's work all over the floor.

It really annoys you when Barry zooms in and out of rooms like this, but he's always so charming and sunshine-y and heroic, so it was hard to actually stay annoyed with him.

“Is Cisco here?” he asks.

“No, he's in the Speed Lab.”

Barry utters a “Thanks,” and is gone again. You get up and fetch your scattered papers all over the Cortex. It'll be all his fault if you end up getting a bad back from all this bending over. A voice clears its throat from behind as you're crouched down, grabbing a sheet of paper.

Harry.

He's squinting at you and looks kind of cross. What could he possibly be mad about this time? It's hard to decipher when your boyfriend is the resident grump. Even if he is a cute grump.

“Hey, don't just stand there, come help me or something,” you say. Harry is still not talking, but he makes his way over and crouches down near you. As he reaches for a couple sheets, his eyes seem to be checking out your ass.

“Why are you wearing those?”

“What, these pants? Sure, they're a little lower rise than usual, but my favourite pair is in the wash.”

“No. Those.” Harry points to the revealed upper strip of your new red Flash underwear that's showing. A bit of the lightning bolt symbol is visible, too.

“Oh, these? Okay, so, there was this sale- buy one, get the second half off, so I got this pair and a Green Arrow pair and-”

You can't even finish your sentence because Harry has you by the arm and drags you to his room down the hall. The lock on the door makes an audible click.

“Take them off.”

“What?” He moves behind you and places his hands on your hips.

“Take them off,” Harry orders. “Now.”

Oh. You press your lips together, trying not to smile at how much this is driving him crazy. Really, you hadn't thought much of buying this pair of Flash underwear. It was only meant to be a joke, one only you would laugh at. If you had known sooner how much Harry would get worked up over this, you would have pranced into his room in nothing but the underwear!

You love it when he gets territorial. This could be fun.

“No.”

His face is priceless!

“What did you say?”

“I said no,” you tease him. Okay, now you're trying not to giggle.

“Oh, you're asking for some discipline, aren't you?”

You don't have time to answer because Harry's quick to pick you up and carry you to his bed. He removes your work pants and a rush of cold air greets your bare legs. The big Flash lightning bolt on the front of the underwear seems to stare back at Harry. He flips you onto your front so he doesn't have to see it.

“I'm giving you one last chance. Take them off.”

“Ha! Never.”

He takes matters into his own hands and does it for you. With your bare ass now on display, and him straddling your legs, the anticipation is killer. You think he's purposefully making you wait for it now. You’re getting wet just thinking about it.

Finally, there's a sharp smack to your behind. You squeak at the force of his hand and want him to do it again oh so bad.

“Is that all you got, Hare?”

He responds with another hit, stronger, eliciting a whole new kind of noise from you this time. He chuckles in a deep tone.

“Mmm... you like that don't you?”

Another delicious smack.

“You know I do.” Your wanton moans only get louder each time his hand comes in contact with your skin and you can feel his own arousal digging into your leg where he's straddling you.

“Do you know how wild you make me? Bending over to pick up your files, sure. But wearing those? That was the nail in the coffin. I don't want his symbol anywhere on your body.”

“You know I'm all yours, right?”

“Prove it to me, baby.”

Sitting up, still only clad in your work shirt, you start unbuttoning it to the very bottom. Then you let down your hair from it's up-do and shake your head, letting some of the strands fall in front of your face. You run a hand through it and look at him with what you're hoping to God is a sultry gaze.

Slowly you crawl your way over to Harry, who sits back with lustful awe. You take his hand, it's warm, and place it on your breast. 

“Yours,” you say. His breathing pattern becomes subtly irregular, betraying his dominating facade. Wanting to kick things up a notch, you then give him a push so he flops back on the bed. This time it's you who rids him of his bottoms. Positioning yourself just right, you lower yourself onto his hardened cock.

“Yours,” you repeat. Lazily you move up and down, feeling and finding the right speed to start with, almost teasingly. He seems to be responding well...

His moans are small and quiet, but that will change if you have anything to do about it. His hands find your hips to help in guiding the motions you're making. His touch sends shivers up your back and across your arms. You gasp at the welcome sensation between your legs and overlap your hands on his. Soon enough, your combined effort in pacing increases, both knowing you need far more than what's being doled out. That feeling in the pit of your stomach is building, yours and Harry's noises bouncing off the walls of the room. For a short moment you worry someone will overhear the two of you or wander into the room, but also you know it probably wouldn't stop you because fuck if this wasn't the best feeling.

It's getting too hot, far too hot for your skin. Keeping your rhythm against him, at last, you shed your work shirt from your body. Harry helps by throwing the now damned article far away on the floor. He starts snapping his hips, hitting you at just the right spot, causing you to arch your back and your hair tickles your back in doing so. Your thighs begin to quiver, alerting you of your quickening approach to the end. The intense pulsing inside you is enough to lose yourself to your orgasm as your inner walls clench around his incessantly hungry cock.

You cry out Harry's name repeatedly through your shared waves of passion.

“I'm yours, I'm all yours!”

You come hard, releasing so much tension you didn't even know you had. With a satiated sigh, you ease off Harry and slide up next to him. Your face burrows into the crook of his neck. He pulls you in closer to feel you against him. After a while, you're the first to break the silence.

“They'll be looking for us by now.”

“They can wait.”

Walking into work the next morning, you are surprised by a small rectangular box sitting on your desk. You look around at everyone in the room, each doing their own thing and totally unaware of the gift you're about to open. Your fingers pull at the cute ribbon on top and you lift the lid, unveiling a pair of underwear. As you unfold them, you see printed on them in big bold letters on the ass:

PROPERTY OF HARRISON WELLS.

Oh my God!

You shove the garment back into the tissue filled box and feel the fiery blush creep across your totally shocked face. Your eyes dart around the room to make sure none of your teammates are witnessing this. In doing so, you catch the sight of Harry watching you while casually standing by the open doorway with his arms crossed and wearing a big, stupid, smug smile.

He gives you a special wink before slinking away down the hallway.

You don't know how he got them or made them so fast, but you do know you're putting them on this very minute.

~

Anonymous prompt featured on flashsmuts blog: Hello I was wondering if you could write/type a story thing on the reader and Earth 2 Harrison Wells. The reader recently purchased flash panties (like boyshorts) and she gets to star labs. Harry notices her underwear when she picks something up of of the floor. He then gets jealous and pulled her into room and demands she takes them off (which leads to smutty things). Then the next day he hands her panties that say in bold letters “Property of Harrison Wells”.

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #earth-2 Harrison Wells X reader #earth-2 Harrison Wells imagine #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

[daddyconfessions]

daddy’s journal: 1/29/19

previous entries: daddy’s journal 1/26/19

Sunday January 27, 2019 6-bars text bright and early and said good morning.

Feels like I wasted my time last night with her.  She’d only been there barely half an hour before she’d left. Not sure if her pussy had got wetter or I hadn’t seen her in awhile, but that kitty was GOOD.  And..I hadn’t had enough. I was unsatisfied.

Could have saw her again. I needed to be disciplined. I was back on seeking arrangement talking to a lot of girls. Experience has taught me I need to conserve my energy, my vibe and conserve my physical resources. Anyone of these ladies could msg me at any moment…and I needed to be ready.

I curved 6-bars.

Funny how the universe works. Around 2pm Kwik text me. I’d met her around the same time I’d met 6 bars - months ago. I don’t have much to tell about Kwik. Latin chick. 5”2. A solid 6 on the dimepiece scale. Totally went into the situation intending to hit it once/twice and ghosting.

The sugar gods don’t like ugly. When I saw Kwik for the 1st time coming up the hall to our room, she was the sexiest thing ever. We met on our lunch break and she arrived dressed in business casual attire, wearing Capri slacks, nice rouge blouse, cute heels and well manicured toes. She had one of those name tags/badge clipped to her pocket for office building access. A cute brown clutch was in her hands to complete the outfit.  

Something about professional chicks. Idk. The fact that they been sitting in a cube, going to meetings and what not, then meeting me for lunch to fuck before returning to their desk is the sexiest thing ever. Now it was 3 months later. I went from some fuck shit to all out trying to seduce this chick and make it long term.

We’d been playing phone tag over the last week and today she texted unexpectedly. With all the unresolved carnal energy stirring inside me, she was the perfect fix.

Today she showed with her hair pulled back in a bun. She had on some gray shirt with a faux belt tied in the front, black slacks and flip flops - the latter at odds with her outfit. We exchanged pleasantries briefly before getting undressed.  “I don’t have a lot of time,” she explained. “I’m at a family Bar-b-Que.”  She said she’d left her kids with her family and told them she had an errand to run. They’d all gone to church that morning blah blah.  I believed her. Mexican chicks big on family events.

And Kwik needn’t worry.  Her pussy was so good I couldn’t last more than a few minutes in it anyway.

I lied and said she could have stayed with her family. Played like it was no big deal if she couldn’t have made it. But really I wanted to be deep inside her, pounding that muff for whatever little time I could before I came. “We could have seen each other another time,” I said. “No….” she said shaking her head and pulling off her bra. “No. I really wanted to see you. I been wanting it.”

Again…I believed her. I could see the submission in her eyes. She wanted me to use her for my pleasure and have my way with her body she returned to her life. I took a deep breath and prayed to the sugar gods for stamina before I put my head between her thighs, spread her vulvae gently and began licking her clit.

She responded instantly…moaning and grabbing my head. After a few moments I looked up and I saw her eyes fluttering. When It got good she raised up on her elbows and looked down at me. Her eyes narrowed and her sultry lips parted as I mercilessly thrashed her clit.

I wanted to make  her cum, but the way she was looking at me turned me on. I stopped and mounted up. Usually I ease it in, but Kwik’s pussy so wett. She got that…..

It just slid right in. Went to pounding that muff like a rabid animal,  controlled by passion and carnal energy.

Eh…didn’t last long. I kept stopping to keep from coming. Pussy was just too good. I tried shit like biting my lips and twisting my earlobe but alas…I couldn’t stop the eruption of kreme as I spayed her tummy with my unborn.

I fell down beside her…my body spent. It was bittersweet. The sex had been good but I had come too fast. That’s why I call her Kwik…you ain’t gone be in the pussy long before you cum.

After we talked a bit I wanted another turn. I wanted retribution for the lousy night before with 6-bars. I was suddenly emotional. “I have to get back to my family” she said, sliding on her purple panties. I was laying in the bed like a ‘lil bitch wanting more of the pussy she’d denied me.  As she put on her pants she was like, “We can see each other later in the week.”  She pulled on her shirt and began buttoning it all nonchalant.

With that I got up and kissed her goodbye as she left me in the room butt naked, dick getting harder by the moment.  I prolly was looking like Eddie Murphy in Boomerang or some shit rn.

Bitch.

Monday January 28, 2019 I’m ok today.

Slim messaged me to meet and after the unfulfilling weekend I’d had with 6-bars and Kwik  I was ready for some more sex.

But the sugar gods were looking after me.  Hilton hit me up and asked if she could come see me. I’d met Hilton on tumblr. She’d slid into my DMs one day like

We’d talked for some time before plans developed for her to come see me. Hilton was a cool chick. White girl. I hadn’t fucked with a Becky in a long time so it was refreshing to meet her. What a night of debauchery that had been complete with plan B pills the next day. Now she was back for more and…well…I was only too happy to see her again. She said she could see me tomorrow so cool.

I’d met her about October 2018. She’d been following me on tumblr since I’d joined. She’d waited patiently in the void to pounce on me and take her shot. She’d come down a few weeks after that just after Thanksgiving and gave me that kitty.

Hadn’t had a Becky in a long time. She worked at hotel and I reckon she got free rooms as a result. So I named her Hilton. I’d asked if she wanted money for our encounter. She said she wanted to fuck. She’d gladly take the money of course …but it wasn’t a requirement. We had a good time too. Her curiosity satisfied, I figured I’d never hear from her again.

Now she was back in my inbox. I didn’t cancel yet with Slim. I’d wait until Hilton was on the road to see me before I cancelled.

Tuesday January 29, 2019 When I was sure Hilton was on her way to see me, I text Slim to say I couldn’t make it today.

“I’m busy” I said. Slim made a fuss but…..Free pussy always wins. No hoe can compete.

I knocked on the door that evening. I had to knock a few times and then call before snow flake opened up. She smiled big and welcomed me in…all sleepy eyed and what not.  Working at the hotel she often worked the night shift. “How was the drive in,” I asked her making small talk.

After some bullshit talk, we got down to business. I got undressed and laid on the bed while Hilton pulled off her top. Like a lot of plus sized chicks, she was ashamed of her stomach so she didn’t remove the underwear until absolutely necessary.

I don’t’ like that and told her as much.

I like a chick that bears all….unapologetically.  If I’m fucking with you then I’ve already accepted you for what you were. To hide yourself, be insecure, is a turn off.

Hilton removed her panties, much to my pleasure and was stark naked as she positioned herself between my legs and went to sucking on Bart. I gotta say…..I don’t know if Hilton’s head is all that. She sucked my dick so good, tasting it, licking it, looking at it, making eye contact with me..I totally got off on her pleasuring me at her expense. Soon I had to stop her. I didn’t want to cum like that.

She got on top, slid Bart inside her and went to riding him. She got all bold. Getting up on her feet and what not, bouncing on the dick. I was amazed at her stamina. Even the most muscular, fit girls can’t maintain that position for long. Hilton held her own. I loved her effort. We switched to missionary for some pounding.

That young pink muff was too much for me tho. I was about to cum within a minute of being inside her. I still had left over energy from the weekend and needed to release.I started thinking about all kinds of other shit so I could prolong the inevitable.

It ain’t work.

The surge of protein was ready to erupt out of my shaft. I was about to let go when she asked if I could hit it from the back. We switched up and she put that big pretty ass in the air as I entered her again. Our bodies slapped loudly against each other. I marveled at the ripples flowing through her ass cheeks like waves.

Once again I was ready to blow. I pulled out and sprayed her back with a volley ivory rain. White on white. Lovely. I went to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean up the protein. Then I fell down beside her… my body spent.

Hilton had got up and put on her underwear again. Still with the insecure shit…pissed me off. Then she was half laying on the bed instead of on daddy and snuggling. I said something about it and she laid down on my chest and we watched tv.

Next thing I know I was waking up…I prolly had snored her head off. I looked down at her and she raised her head up and smiled. We talked a bit after that. Wasn’t long before she had a mouth full of cock again…reviving Bart for the second round.

Repeat.

After we’d got done I went and cleaned up. We talked some more…you  know. Little bullshit conversation you have on your way out the door.

#daddy's journal #sugar tales

[dememarquette]

GSI AU

[Prelude] - Part One - Part Two

IN THE JANKY HALLS OF THE GSI OFFICES…

No sun, no air, hardly the sound of another human being unless you count the incessant scrabbling of pen against paper (though it sounds much more like a convict taking a spoon to the concrete wall), the tepid wasteland of GSI offices lay nestled beneath the extravagant offices of tenured professors. You know you’ve made it when you have a window in your office. For now, the majority of us sit ass to elbows and wait for a student to pass by so we can, at last, feel useful.

The next time you think the life of a graduate student is glamorous, think again. I’m here to tell you that we hate ourselves just as much as you hate us for calling you out on your shitty paper.

Yes, in the dark underbelly of each building hides a squadron of graduate students furiously pedaling away to keep the electricity going. Don’t forget it, and make sure you clear out by 6 pm because that’s when we all emerge to return home, bringing doom and gloom up to the surface alongside us.

I glance at the clock. 5:59 pm. Time to go. Everything is packed into a folder, a binder, a pencil case with a compartment for each pen and pencil, and then I’m good to go, hitting the light switch on my way out to startle the remainder of the graduate team. They blink at me owlishly atop piles of empty coffee cups like dragons hoarding gold.

That, at least, gets me ten feet out the door before I have to backpedal. When you’re on the way home, it takes the supernatural to hold you back. That or the foul stench of defamation.

Amongst the chaos of the bulletin board, the brightly-colored posters and the stray cry for help (DISSERTATION EDITOR NEEDED IMMEDIATELY!! And IS MONOGAMY A LIE??), all that’s left of my flyer is a corner. In its place stands a Spotify promotion disguised as an educational flyer, in turn disguising Gwen Stefani as music. It reads:

LINGUSTICS. THIS SH!T IS BANANAS. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

I glare at it for a minute before tearing it down and putting my flyer back up.

The next day, Gwen Stefani glares right back at me.

***

“Alright, so remember we have a quiz on Thursday, and that English uses Greek as an embellishment, but in Greek those words are simple as hell and make you sound like an idiot. Martyr. Witness. Phobia.” I shrug. “Fear.”

I shove my folder into my bag and zip it shut, nearly getting my finger caught in the zipper. Fuck. Play it off. “Okay, now get out of here and take Greek 1.”

The students miserably shuffle out the door. The girl in the back was pounding two thermoses of something all throughout lecture, either coffee or liquor—maybe both. I don’t blame her. It’s about that time where the line in my office goes right out the door and to the bathroom around the corner. Please, the desperate college student begs, I will literally die if I don’t get a B in this class.

Well, fuck. Just die then because it isn’t going to happen.

I lean against the podium and watch the back row clear out. I’m not in a particularly forgiving mood this semester. Too many apathetic faces staring at me, but at least I’ve come to a tacit agreement with my students. We’re all here against our will. They’re here because, as first-year undergrads, they have shit registration times and got stuck with a 7 am Greek Religion class, and I’m here because I tragically split hot coffee on my advising professor’s pantsuit. Twice.

When the last person leaves the classroom, I immediately deflate onto the table and groan. It’s an impressive groan that lasts for at least a minute, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

“Wow. What an impressive groan.”

I don’t have enough self-respect to lift up my head. “Yup,” I say. “I’ve been practicing.”

“It’s paying off. Hey, do you mind moving a bit to your left? I gotta plug my laptop in.”

I move the chair to the left. The dude has adventurous taste in footwear. When’s the last time I saw a pair of monk straps? The answer is there was never a time. I have never seen a pair of monk straps in person, other than on myself. So you got me, dude. I’m down on my self-respect but I would never turn down a chance to look at the owner of a magnificent pair of shoes.

I look up. As expected, his shoes are the best part of him.

“Okay,” I say, abruptly standing up. “Farewell.”

“See you.”

Why, Erebus? You could have stayed, the two of you could have talked shop! You never find another GSI wearing anything outside the category of high school boy footwear. Yeah, I could’ve killed myself too, doesn’t mean I’m going to do it. I laid there for five minutes, and now my workload has interested by a corresponding five minutes. Ugh.

I step out of the classroom and maneuver around the crowd of students lining up to enter the room, forcing me to go a different route. I trot down the hall—with dignity, might I add, which is a lot harder than it sounds. Trotting is generally undignified, but I am all dignity.

That is, until I come across an entire wall of Gwen Stefani posters pinned all over the Center of Religious Studies corkboard. The paper taped on top of the board reads: DO NOT POST WITHOUT PERMISSION. I’m pretty fucking sure Spotify didn’t get permission from the department.

I have a fuckton of work sitting on my desk and last month’s test scores are backlogged in the system, but I also have a stapler in my bag and a whole stack of event flyers hot off the press. Why the hell not?

It takes me fifteen minutes to rip down the entire wall of Gwen and replace the posters with my own. I leave one defiled Spotify poster, just as you leave one man alive in an army you slaughter. You know. As a warning.

***

“610, Muhammed receives a message from the angel Gabriel. He is told the Arabs must follow the Abrahamic God, and that he is the chosen prophet, Jesus Christ’s legitimate successor. The Eastern Christian Church already split from the Greek Orthodox Church at this point in time—why? The Romans were—man, the Romans were off their game. Christianity no longer emphasized discipline and moral fiber, but Muslims did. That’s why the Romans were so offended by Islam. Because it was, essentially, a purer form of Christianity.”

There’s a lecture this Friday on the beginning of Islam and its relation to Greek Orthodox Christianity. If you’re interested, look at the poster board outside the classroom.”

Apparently, I spoke too soon. When I went into the classroom, my flyer was up. When I went out, it was replaced by Gwen Stefani. Fuck.

“I hate you,” I say to Gwen, pressing my nose right up into the flyer.

Someone clears their throat behind me. “You a big fan of Gwen Stefani?”

“You wouldn’t ask a Jew if they were into Hitler. Why would you ask an East Asian if they’re into Gwen Stefani?”

“Woah.”

“Yup. Totally wish I could take that back. But hey I haven’t made eye contact with you yet so this conversation never happened. Goodbye.” I scuttle away, keeping my eyes on the floor. Oh. It’s monk strap guy. Good to see you again.

Back in my office, there’s a post-it note on my desk summoning me to the department head’s office that afternoon. I’ve done a lot of questionable things that would warrant a summoning—I’m going to need more fingers to count the possible things this meeting could be about. Uhm. As a historian of Islamic history, I’ve been reported as a ISIS-sympathizer. One time a white supremacist reported me for being racist, which was fun.

I wait on the bench outside her office, flanked by Gwen Stefani posters. I drop my head in my hands and groan.

“Oh hey, Hitler dude. What’s up?” Someone sits down beside me when the entire bench is available.

“Gwen Stefani.”

“What?”

“No, seriously. Look up.”

Monk strap guy looks up and squints at the poster before snorting. “Shit. Okay, that one was definitely not me.”

“Wait—what?” No. Don’t do this to me. Don’t let my only acquaintance who has ascended far above Adidas and Nikes be—be a Gwen Stefani sympathizer. “Are you the one posting all these fucking Gwen Stefanis everywhere?”

“Are you the one replacing my posters with, what was it, Religious Studies?”

“Replacing—I’m not the one replacing them. You replaced mine first, and it’s Center! CENTER for Religious Studies, and I’m restoring the poster boards to their original glory, their—their academic glory! There is no academic glory or integrity in Gwen Stefani.”

“Oh. I thought we had a friendly rivalry going on.”

“We aren’t friends,” I hiss. “We are enemies.”

“That’s cool too.” He extends his hand and I stare at it suspiciously. “I’m Demetri.”

“I’m Erebus, and I don’t shake hands. Germs.” Right as I do jazz-hands, the department head’s office door opens and I get up to go. I turn back, narrowing my eyes at Demetri. “This is a ceasefire. Stay off my turf and we’re all good.”

Demetri shrugs. “Sure.”

***

The following day, David Bowie’s face on my office door squints back at me.

#au #gsi au #GSI is teacher's assistant at a college #story #birthday gift #not my writing #erebus

[averagegirl953]

Tell Me If This Is Right

I’m sorry but I need to rant. This bitch is driving me fucking insane. And by bitch I mean teacher. Now don’t get me wrong, I love teachers. My mom is a teacher and Ik they are some of the most disrespected people on earth. From dealing with shitty students, to not having weekends, dumb meetings that last an hour, to not spending a lot of time with loved ones. But some of them disrespect the name. To those teachers I say fuck off. Because for the millions who actually love to do it and don’t get paid enough, you are the ones that ruin their reputation. One of these is my math teacher Mrs. C. I’m calling her Mrs. C because I’m not that rude and will drag her name. She can’t teach. She really can’t. Let’s see why her room and herself is the worst. 1- it’s too fucking loud. You know those teachers who are so strict. I appreciate those because they actually deal with students. They don’t let the classroom run them, they run and rule the classroom. But in this class she almost sits at her desk and does nothing. This is literally her class summed up in 4 parts. 1 doing a warmup. Good so far right? 2 she teaches half a lesson, maybe ¼ of it. Ok ok keep going. 3 yells at kids for nothing and does nothing to the kids that actually are mad. Now that’s where it gets fucked up. Your gonna go and do shit to people who ACTUALLY WANNA LEARN!!! O HELL NAW!!! 4 gives us work on something that we just half learned. Like what in the actual fuck. How the fuck are u gonna test us on shit we don’t even know. 2- she physically can’t teach. Between her style and her handwriting we can’t learn. The only thing Ik is formulas. And that’s because it’s printed. And nothing fits together. What she tells us and what I find online are totally different. And guess what? What I find online, WORKS BETTER THAN WHAT SHE DOES!!!! I actually caught her wrong on a test for one question because she didn’t “divide by 3” HOW HARD IS IT TO DIVIDE BY 3!!!!! And she won’t give us materials. It’s actually a requirement in our school to have a math chart for home. I HAD TO STEAL ONE!!! 3- what is after school tutoring? That’s literally a question I have for her. Because to her it’s resting students and giving more work sheets on stuff WE DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!! And she just sits there at her desk not doing shit. Like the fuck! O and don’t try to disrupt her on her fucking computer looking up new dresses at target!!😱👎🏼(I literally went up to her about a question I had and saw her doing this.) If u do she will through u out her class😱😭(yes she threw me out her class). So she has discipline after school but not during?!? What sense does that make?!?!?!? 4- the shit she says does not make fucking sense. She said once that she wouldn’t re-teach because we all failed. HELLO?!?!?! THATS WHY YOU DO THE RE-TEACH!!!! Another, she won’t send you to the nurse if your bleeding. I understand like a cut on your finger, But this girl was literally bleeding black blood from her knee and was crying. But no, She has to suck it up. WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!? Now the reason I made this post. We took a test last Monday. She handed are grades back today. I have done so much shit to pass. I stayed after school, went to tutoring at my moms school, missed friend hangouts, studied to the point my mom thought I had drunk so much cuz my eyes were blood shot. Yet I still fail. And I see y. The shot she taught us. BOUT ONLY 2 QUESTIONS ON IT. the shit she didn’t teach us ALL 54 OF THE QUESTIONS LEFT!!!! Then when I get mad I throw my stuff NOT HERS! MINE! Then I’m not even saying shit. But then she wants to go and tell me, and I quote, “Ms. Emma, don’t do that, and watch your mouth.” I AM WATCHING MY MOUTH I WANTED TO BITCH-SLAP HER SO BAD BIT I DIDNT. I WASNT EVEN CUSSING!!! So I went up to her and in tears, in anger, with my backpack, and my fist in the air, said,“I have a FREAKING RIGHT to be mad. YOU DID NOT EVEN TEACH US HALF OF THIS ISH!!!! THIS IS NOT FAIR TO US, OR TO YOU. not to us cuz we will b failing. And not to u cuz ur reputation will be TRANISHED!!!” Then I went so close to her face and whispered,“and when I’m done with you, you wish you never had even considered teaching” I then ran out in tears, slammed the door, and went straight to the counselor which is where I sit now. Still in tears, still angry as fuck, but it’s better than being silent.

[shreyasken]

The Fallback

As usual, Apu woke up at 6:45 am. He checked his phone and realised that this is the first out of the three alarms he schedules on a weekday. One at 6:45 am, next at 7, and the last one at 7:15. 7:15 - that is the deadline for him to get up, otherwise he will be late for gym.

He pressed the snooze button and drifted back to sleep, thinking he will get up with the next alarm. He does as well. 7 am - good time to wake up. He got out of the bed, and folded his quilt. Then he held the loft, and pushed his body forward. The folding and the stretching are important to him. They lighten him up; motivate him for his next routine.

Thereafter, he brushed his teeth and undressed. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror, assured that yes, he is losing weight. He wore a light tee and basketball shorts, and walked towards the kitchen. Eating some dry fruits, he contemplated on getting a cup of black coffee. 'Caffeine early in the morning gives you an adrenaline kick, and makes you work harder than expected at the gym' - he had read somewhere. He decided against it, and started walking to the gym.

On one of these routine days, he correlated this walk to various sequences of a regular movie. Starting at his apartment - calm, peaceful, birds chirping around. Then a left turn, and here comes the butchers’ lane. The whole lane is lined up with meat selling shops (full of hues and cries of the animals) and garbage. These animals in the cages, as a collective, do not have an emotion. Some of them are not anticipating anything, as they do not know how a free animal’s life is supposed to be. But some of them have caught a glimpse of their friends getting cut into pieces, and are worried if today is their day. The shop owners do not sympathize with these animals. They are fresh, happy, and are looking forward to the day with a cup of tea in their hands. The sentiment of this road (according to Apu’s the-trip-to-gym-resembles-a-movie) is chaos, confusion and tension. This lane leads to the main road, wherein many humans appear. They are waiting at the bus stop, driving their cars, or are running towards their workplaces. This road represents the movie's high-paced climax, involving a million sidekicks of the villain and the hero, who tears every obstacle apart and reaches to his destination (in this case the gym). The gym, located in a quiet area, represents the end of the movie - beautiful scenery, happy people, and a better future. 

However, understand that Apu does not go through the whole emotional cycle everyday. This was a one-off thought. On a regular day, he plugs in his earphones and listens to his three favorite songs - ‘Alright’ by Kendrick Lamar, ‘Run the Jewels’ by Run the Jewels, and ‘These Walls’ again by Lamar. You might think that he listens to these high-energy songs to prepare himself for the gym, but that’s not the case. They do not affect him. Lately, nothing affects him at all, and that is what he has been aiming for from a long time.

The gym session is exhaustive and dreadful. In Apu's head it is a drag, but he tries to be optimistic about it. Apu is not a healthy guy, so he wears out in the first 20 minutes. The remaining 40-50 minutes is just pushing himself till the workout regime ends. The best thing to come out of the gym for Apu is going back home, looking at himself in the mirror again, and drinking his protein shake.

He then gets ready for work, and reaches office by 9:45. The 15 minutes early arrival is to eat breakfast at the office pantry. Work is good - Apu enjoys what he does, and gives in a 100%. He speaks to his colleagues politely, and keeps everything organised. His work, demanding and challenging, takes up around sixty percent of his work hours. The rest of his workday is spent in different activities - stalking people on social media, observing his females colleagues, and thinking about what would happen if he quit today.

People at his office start heading home at 6 sharp. Apu heads a vertical at the company, and has eight people working under him - young kids, fresh out of college. He does not want to portray himself as a strict superior, more of a ‘chill boss’ vibe. He never instructs the kids to stay back and work overtime, overachieve their targets. Everyone heads out of the office, except a few people including him. He reads, browses the Internet, and checks if there is any new email in his work folder to respond to.

Back home at 7:30 pm, he lies down on his bed for a while. The same questions cloud his head.

What the hell did I do all day today? Total waste!

Why am I doing this to myself?

Am I happy living this life?

Should I find a girl for myself? Life would be way more cheerful then. 

Maybe I need to relax. It’s just a matter of time. I will get into that business school I applied at, and then America! 

Let’s calm ourselves down. No need to find a girl for yourself. You are happy living alone. You love solitude.

Concentrate on 3 things right now - health, work, and dating. And B-school. Yes, 4 things.

9 pm. Wow, I wasted over ninety fucking minutes on these thoughts! Seriously need to get a life.

Dinner is another time consuming activity. Not having a cook makes things a little difficult for him. Either order some food, or eat some oats. Let’s order some food. I have eaten enough oats.

By 10:30 pm, Apu is ready to sleep. A good night’s sleep is necessary for him to perform at gym the next day.

Very important to go to the gym.

But he stays up till 11 pm, reading a book. This year he has promised himself to read two books a month - a whopping twenty-four books in the whole year! He is a bit behind schedule, but that’s ok. The trilogy is taking a bit of time, and maybe he can count it as three books instead of one.

What a beautiful fuckin’ life.  

** 

“Hey man! Come for dinner tonight. Birthday was on Tuesday, so thought will throw a party tonight.”

“Perfect! Will be there!”

Wow, he turned 28 this year! Time flies fast! I remember meeting this dude when we were 15 or something.

Yes, time flies fast. Look at Apu himself – He had the whole plan chalked out. Get out of college, work for two years, then write the management examination. Go to the best business school, work at a consulting firm for some time, and then move to the USA with wifey and kids. Though, things did not exactly move this way. He went through a boring desk job for 4 years. In this tenure he wrote the management examination twice, and failed every time. His girlfriend broke up with him because of his desk job and the delay in the career move. He quit shortly after, and moved to a small company. He and his girlfriend got back together for sometime, but broke up again.

Not her fault. She was not happy. I am taking too much time in moving up the corporate ladder.

Actually, the corporate ladder is fine. The ‘ladder of life’ would be a better description. Yes, I am taking a lot of time moving up the ladder of life.

People won’t wait for me. I need to make things happen. I need discipline, focus, and determination.

And hence, the rigorous schedule. 

At the dinner, Apu is cheerful. It’s been long since he met his friends who live in this part of the city. I should meet these guys often. We have seen so much together.

The friend initiates some small talk. “So how is it going? Work and life? All good?”

“Yeah, all ok.” Apu talks about his work. Then he mentions his daily schedule - how he is an early riser, and manages working out before work. He also talks about his personal life and the creative habits he is into post work hours.

“Wow. You get free by 7? That is unbelievable. I get done with work by 10, sometimes even 10:30!"

“Me too!” said the girl sitting next to him. The pretty one. 

“Yeah man. I have never seen the city at 10 actually. You know how it is at Investment Banking. I have a lot on my plate, so I usually get out of office around 11!” said the fat guy with the spectacles. 

“Hmm. Yes, I have some liberties. It is easy to finish work and get out of office early. Though my last job was tough - just like you guys.” Apu says. 

He realised he should not have said this. Why am I justifying? It is good to get free early and go home. Do something productive, creative. Why do not people understand that?  

Or is it? Maybe my job is not that great! What am I doing anyway? The company does not even make a difference in the lives of more than 50 people on this planet. Wow, I am clearly not doing enough.

Apu books a cab and goes back home, a bit remorseful about the whole evening. The cab driver was listening to some Hindi radio channel.

"Can you turn the volume down a bit?" Apu asks the driver. 

"Oh, sure sir." The music almost fades out.

The next morning, the first alarm buzzes. Fuck it.  

Then the next one goes abuzz. Oh c’mon ! Just let me sleep. 

The third one. Just shut the fuck up. I can miss the gym at least a day in the whole week.

First of the many to come.