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hetafice · 4 months

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allies taking care of a sick/injured partner :

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

request: How many characters will you write for at once? I’d love to see the Main 8 taking care of their partner as they’re bedridden (sick, injured, etc). If I have to limit it to a certain # of characters, just lmk for the future and you can pick whoever you’ve got the most ideas for for this?

a/n: i think the limit will be capped at 4-5. for the sake of cohesion i chose to write for each of the allies. enjoy!

America

He will absolutely baby you. To the point where it could easily become overwhelming.

In general, he suffers from the too-much gene in combination with his savior complex. Any injury on your end just exacerbates it.

I think he would also feel guilty on some level that he let you get injured in the first place, even if it was not his fault. So to overcompensate, he will refuse to let you do anything even remotely strenuous.

It starts off genuinely helpful. If you’re having a hard time moving around he’ll gladly help you sit up or move around. The issues arise once you start healing up a bit more. Rather than let you return to taking care of yourself, he’ll drag out the process for as long as possible.

It does not matter if you’ve been okay for weeks and can function normally, he’ll still insist on completing menial tasks for you. He might also try and prohibit you from doing anything he perceives as dangerous. If you put up a big enough fight he’ll let you do it, but only in his presence.

If you don’t mind being babied, great--he’ll gladly keep it up. If you don’t want to constantly be hovered over, and voice that to him, expect some pouting from his end.

Russia

Like Alfred, he is similarly overbearing but will relent if asked to do so.

Outwardly, Ivan is not a super emotional guy. However, if his partner was sick to the point of being bedridden, some of his emotions might start slipping through the cracks.

He’s protective and nurturing by nature, but past circumstances have forcefully muted that part of his personality. Your being sick would absolutely kickstart those instincts again. He would perfectly fill the role of a caretaker, cooking, cleaning, and nursing you back to health to the best of his ability,

He would be extra attentive in the mornings before he had to go to work. He’d check up on you, help you take your medication, and would try to boost your strength by cooking a healthy breakfast.

The constant checkups could get suffocating, but he genuinely only wants you to recover as fast as possible. And in his mind, that means being around you constantly to monitor your condition, or to provide whatever aid necessary.

Your being really sick serves as a way for him to realize how much he truly treasures you.

China

He is constantly badgering you about preserving your health, so when he first notices you aren’t feeling well he is far from pleased. When you tell him exactly what’s wrong he’s even more upset.

He’s a fixer, and he immediately jumps at the opportunity to find some remedy whether you want him to or not. The second he hears a sniffle from you, he’s already handing you mugs of strange concoctions and loading your meals with as many nutrient-rich vegetables as possible.

He’ll whip out holistic medicines that no one has heard of in centuries (and honestly, they might just work lol)

After the first time you get sick, he would also start trying to give you organic and highly medicinal foods, but as a preventative measure.

In parts of China, some people recommend drinking hot water in response to any small ailment. To Yao, it's a cure for everything, and from the first time you wake up in a cold sweat to the last, you’ll be handed glasses of barely drinkable water. Good luck with that. Honestly, who knows? Maybe drinking half a liter of hot water will stop whatever sickness you have from developing further -- or at the very least, distract you from your symptoms?

England

He is the type to say “I told you so” and pretend to not care, while still actively taking care of you.

He’ll chastise you for getting sick, maybe even going as far as to threaten to not take care of you should it happen again, but when it inevitably does he starts taking care of you without a second thought.

He’ll make sure you are comfortable, and have taken your meds on time, and will even prep tea for you if need be.

This scolding while simultaneously nursing you back to health is nothing new. You start sniffling or coughing, and he tells you that you should know better and not count on him to take care of him. Then only a few hours later when you’re sitting down somewhere trying to work on something you’ll see him checking up on you from the hallway from the corner of your eye.

He will by no means dote on you, but he makes sure to lend a helping hand whenever possible.

France

You’ll be left primarily to your own devices with this one.

Francis understands that you’re injured, and finds it very unfortunate, but unless you are seriously hurt you are going to be fending for yourself.

He won’t leave you completely out to dry though. Should you need something he’ll do his best to get it--but most of the menial practical tasks that come with taking care of someone unwell will be left to either you or a medical professional to manage.

His role is mainly to keep you comfortable and entertained. This is where he feels more confident taking the reins.

He’ll employ a variety of methods to make sure you’re relaxed. He’ll sporadically bring you glasses of red wine, help you with your skincare routine, offer massages, etc.

When it comes to leisure, rest, and relaxation he’s got it down pat.

Out of all of them, he would be the most likely to delegate a medical professional to come and take care of you in his stead. It’s not that he does not care, or feels inadequate; it’s just that someone trained in matters of rehabilitation would probably be more suited to the job--and what kind of partner would he be if he did not offer you the best of the best?

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia headcanons #hws america #hws england #hws russia #hws china #hws france #requests are still open!#happy new year btw....weird asl #what do you mean time is progressing

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scuttling · 10 months

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Fandom: Supernatural Pairings: Dean Winchester/Female Reader Word Count: 1,527 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected sex, Mentions of impending death Summary: It's the end of the world again; where better to find comfort than Dean Winchester's arms? A/N: Sometimes Dean's just too pretty to ignore.

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Staring out the window of the battered old motel, looking into the darkening sky, you try to count the number of life-or-death situations you’ve been in in the last year. You’ve been mortally wounded in battle, only to be healed by angelic figures that don’t quite live up to expectations; possessed by demons who are surprisingly more forthcoming than their winged counterparts; ripped to shreds by creatures with claws and fangs, things that are both as terrifying as the stories say and so much more complicated than most people know.

A loud crack of thunder booms, lightning splits the sky, and a warm hand presses firmly against the middle of your back. None of those things make you jump, not anymore.

“So,” Dean begins, reaching out to hand you a tumbler of whiskey—the good stuff, a high-dollar, top-shelf single malt. “Last night on Earth.”

You take the glass from him and peer into into it, through the rich brown liquid, before sipping the liquor, letting it burn smoothly, slowly; it seems like an oxymoron, but precisely what you need now, in the eleventh hour, when it feels like the world is about to fall to ashes at your feet. Again.

“That line work for you often?” you ask, half-teasing, and you down the rest of the alcohol. A shrug of his shoulders and a cocked half-smile tells you all you need to know. "Right, of course. Apocalyptic situation plus a rugged, handsome man who did his very best to prevent our impending doom... I imagine it isn't ever hard for you to get laid, but it's gotta be damn near impossible to be turned down under conditions like these."

He empties his own glass with a smack of his lips, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside you, and smiles gently. It’s different from his usual grin, because it changes the look of his eyes, touching only the corners and making it appear as though it would physically hurt him to keep it up much longer.

He’s not being a creep, hitting on you when you’re vulnerable—you know because you know him, have been traveling the road off and on with him and Sam and occasionally Cas for over a year now. This is about desperation, a vain attempt to cling to something as your doomsday clock ticks down to zero, to connect with another person one more time before you reach the proverbial end of the road.

"You tell me,” he finally says, voice as rough and broken as you’d expect. You look away from his face abruptly, this open, emotional version of the man you’ve been kicking ass and trading sarcastic quips with making your stomach turn. He’s a good guy, no doubt about that, and he doesn’t deserve the life he’s been saddled with, or all the pain and misery that comes with it. He lived for his family, Sam, and now they are apart—no more angel teleportation, no more gas stations, no more cell service—and the end is so near you can see it in the darkening swirl of his green eyes, the tightness of his jaw.

Apparently the booze hasn’t slowed down your motor functions any, because you’re turning to press a hand to his chest before the thought has fully formed in your mind.

"I'd be honored, Dean Winchester," you breathe, pushing a hand softly through his hair; he inhales, lips parted and eyes flicking curiously over your face, before leaning down for a careful, gentle kiss.

Both of his arms wrap around you, embracing you warmly, and you slip your tongue into his mouth, giving yourself over to his strong arms and stubble without a second thought. It isn’t exactly a hardship, sleeping with the brave, honorable, beautiful hunter, and if it makes him feel even a fraction better about the whole dying bloody thing, how can you refuse?

"Thank you." It’s a sandpaper whisper pressed lightly against your lips, and one of his hands moves to cradle your head as the kiss deepens. He tastes bittersweet, a blend of mint and whiskey, and is far more tender than you would have imagined, taking soft sips of your bottom lip between toe-curling, passionate kisses. You push the light-colored flannel off of his shoulders, pleased with the muted groan he expels against your neck, and wrap your arms around his back like you can’t get close enough, can’t get enough of him.

He lifts you easily, of course, like you’re as weightless as you’re starting to feel, brings you to the bed and covers your body with his, hands ghosting over your throat and your face, down your arms, over your chest, your sides. The kisses grow rougher, needier, deeper on both your parts, and when you pull the soft, worn t-shirt over his head you press your fingertips into his skin, drag him closer, body begging for more.

“Dean… yes,” you sigh as he nips at your neck, your earlobe, his teeth sharp but careful. You move your hands over his stomach, his chest, the back of his head, pulling him to your mouth for more slow, wet kisses like you’ll find the solution to all of your problems inside him—or maybe that you want him to find it inside you. It’s a heady, dizzy feeling, and he feels it too, moaning into the kiss when you shift up to your knees, pulling your own t-shirt over your head.

“I need you,” he rasps, looking over your body, with all of its scars and bruises, like it’s a map of all the places you’ve been together. You unhook your bra, let it fall away, and then unbuckle his belt, help him strip down before removing the rest of your clothes too.

You feel a flush of heat when you’re both bare, not nervousness or shyness, but something you don’t have a name for, not yet; you probably never will, now so close to the end, so you just bask in the feeling that he’s all yours, that in your last moments you will be as connected as two people can be. That even if you die in vain, you won’t be dying alone.

You’d ask about protection right about now, but don’t see the point, considering the circumstances; instead, you climb into his lap and weave your fingers into his hair, kiss him so thoroughly he has to know you’re doing this because you want to and not just because he’d asked. Your nails graze over his shoulders, into his hair, murmur his name, and his soft lips become hard and unyielding as he kisses you breathless, like he wants it to mean something.

He lays you back against the bed, still made up from the day, and you let him, pulling your knees up so he can settle in close to you, so you can feel his body tense beneath your hands and he presses into you, fills you completely. “Fuck,” he grinds out, and his mouth finds yours again, his kisses softer, sweeter as he starts to move.

For the first time, you’re glad it’s pretty much just the two of you left in this desolate town; neither of you are quiet as you fuck, gasping and moaning and whining puffs of breath into the air between you. The sounds of your sex echo in the room—the groan of the bed frame, the sticky wetness soaking your thighs, Dean’s mouth as it runs about your beauty and your pussy and how heavenly you feel.

The room is so hot, your skin slick with sweat, his too, and he takes your hands in his and presses them up over your head, against the bed, holding you down with the force of his body as you both chase the feeling that you’re close to something big.

“Oh god, more, Dean, please,” you plead, hitching your legs up higher, tightening them around him as he thrusts quicker, deep and smooth. “You’re so good, so good, Dean.”

“You have to come for me. You have–” He lifts one of his hands away from your pinned wrists and strokes your cheek with it, brushing his thumb over your lips. His eyes are lighter now, honeyed, but still flooded with emotion as he combines tenderness with roughness and brings you so close to climax you can feel it pulsing beneath your skin. “You’re glowing,” he chokes out before his orgasm rips through him, strong enough to make him shake above you, and he leans in for a kiss that turns into your own climax, something powerful that makes you ache down to your bones.

You whimper against his shoulder as he slows, and he releases your arms, pulls them around him so you embrace as you pant through it together. You feel both completely spent and filled with buzzing energy, and when he looks down at you his expression is… awed. There’s no way to mistake that face for anything else.

“Holy shit. I think that worked,” he says, almost astonished, and then his phone vibrates on the bedside table and you turn simultaneously to look over at the glowing screen.

Sam.

A/N: Didn't mean for this fic to mean anything or to lead to anything more, but it kind of did, so who knows?

#dean winchester #dean winchester fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female reader

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mariondeux · 2 years

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hello!! can i request non-con chikan/train sex with rinne? with groping, fingering, and exhibitionism if possible haha,,, i hope it's not too vague, thank you!

— SYNOPSIS ; Getting on the train after getting off of work, you would’ve expected nothing much to happen as usual. What you failed to notice, was the unsuspecting red-headed guy approaching from behind.

CW ; NSFW, non-con, chikan/train molest, fingering, degradation, exhibitionism

WORD COUNT ; 684

PAIRING ; Rinne Amagi x GN!Reader

A/N ; Rinne Amagi w/ chikan >>>>>>>

The train was so crowded today, you honestly hated it so much. It was so suffocating you wanted to get off the train this instant, but as time passed and you approached your stop, you kept checking your watch and gazing out the window.

You observed as the train stopped, the doors opened, and several passengers poured out. The less people there were in the train, the slightly your muscles eased. What you failed to notice was that someone took advantage of the situation to approach you from behind and stand uncomfortably near.

When the doors shut, the train started going once more. It was too late to move to try to find a seat to get away from him once you realized someone was behind you. All the seats had been taken at the stop, so you were stuck here with whoever this was.

Palms ghosted over your body for a good few seconds till they were completely on you. Fingers felt up the fabric of your clothing, they were a bit cautious. Uncomfortable with whatever was happening, you tried swatting at his hands as a warning. Though, you guessed it wasn’t enough as they were back on you. This time, his hands were just a bit more aggressive with you.

His hands probed and felt you up as they moved up the sides of your body. His hands moved smoothly over your arms, back, and tummy. Why is this guy not stopping? Despite your attempts to free yourself from his grip, you were scarcely able to move due to the cramped conditions of the train.

You froze as his fingers reached your private area, he started palming at your crotch. It left a queasy feeling in you, and certainly not a good one. He kept moving despite your best efforts to stop him by closing your legs. You were so frustrated that you didn't think there was much you could do on the train without attracting unwanted attention. The last thing you wanted was for the public to pay attention; all you wanted was for this to end.

His other hand moved around to the area of your hole, pressing at it briefly before he completely nestled it under the material of your clothing. Despite all of your attempts to prevent it, he managed to ram a finger inside. His long, calloused finger slipped in and out of you, making you cover your mouth with your palm to prevent any unwelcome sounds from coming out. The very least you could do was deny him his desire.

His lips were close to your ear as he leaned in a little bit, his red hair tickling your skin.

“So hot~ Look at you, your face is so red.”

You nearly jumped from his sudden words. You certainly weren’t expecting his voice to be so low and raspy, was he getting off on the sight of you trying to shrug him off?

He added in a second finger, getting you to loosen up a bit by scissoring and separating his fingers further apart. He switched between stretching you and thrusting inside of you, keeping a keen eye on every little reaction you made that slipped through the cracks. Your hand was firmly pushed against your lips, and your eyes were closed. He was aware of the emotions he was arousing within you, and if he just..

He actively scanned the area while his fingertips brushed against your walls, causing you to squeak. You nearly folded as he added a third finger and massaged that spot inside you to get you to embarrass yourself. He wanted you to moan in front of everyone here, to show them all what a whore you really were.

“What a slut.. getting off on my fingers, huh?”

You weren’t, you weren’t! Your body wasn’t even listening to you as your hips bucked into his hand, this was so embarrassing, you just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

His fingers thrusted into you faster as his teeth gently graze at your neck, “No one here can help you, honey.”

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #gender neautral reader #smut #ensemble stars x reader smut #rinne amagi #rinne amagi x reader #rinne amagi x reader smut

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botaniqueer · 6 months

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Forward: This post isn't meant judgmentally, targeted at anyone in particular or as a gotcha and I write in entirely good faith.

A question I have for white folks in particular (but also abled people, cis people, etc, but also everyone in general who votes) when engaging with electoral politics is, are you taking measures to protect the rest of us from your candidates? There's no perfect candidate for sure, but that means people will be hurt, and as voters we have a responsibility to call out and prevent harm that our candidates do; if we aren't then we're directly complicit in that harm. Are you willing to put your bodies and minds on the line to protect those who aren't going to be protected by those candidates? Because of the nature of US politics, our own candidates need to be challenged just as fiercely as if someone else got elected.

Again, I'm not against voting at all! I literally vote blue every time and in every election. I think there's strategic value in it, but we have to actually strategize, which hasn't been getting done. Are we actually engaging with why people are hesitant to vote? People use the "you're damaging your own cause!" whenever people seen as "scary leftists" participate in their actions, but it's never applies to liberal and electoral politics even though the same can be said. Trying to harp on and guilt people into voting when without engaging with why that is just damages the cause and pushes them further away. Also note that the majority of people critical of the way electoral politics are done are BIPOC; this is important to think about.

The democrats are objectively better for more people than the republicans, but there are people who are destitute to the point where those two parties are the same. Palestinians for example! Democrats also fund police measure against homeless folks as we see in the PNW, which is strongly blue. Indigenous people here are another similar group– the way indigeneity is legislated here, they're literally programmed to eventually go extinct from a legal standpoint due to the colonial law of blood quantum. Not to mention that reservations are literally, in their words, concentration camps.

Are you going to make things better for yourself and leave others to fall through the cracks? Or are you going to use that to lift everyone else up? This traditionally hasn't been the case, so if you want BIPOC voters to trust you, you have to demonstrate that you won't get attached to you candidates and hold them on a pedestal.

How are you going to assuage fears when people get anxious (and they will!) without also invalidating their fears (which is common under electoral politics votes). Can you do this without a lot of the manipulative tactics a lot of outlets use? (Blaming disaffected BIPOC for when things go wrong, using the "well the other guy is worse!" line.) Folks ask for 1000 step plans when talking about non-electoral political elements, but when engaging with electoral politics people treat it like magic, and if anyone falls through the cracks and complains, they're just being cantankerous. This is only a small percentage of the things that need to be considered.

Election season is also really retraumatizing for folks who have colonized backgrounds. Are you making sure we feel safe? Are we being thought about as real people, instead of just abstracts or as a resource to generate votes, but who are just being obstinate? (As opposed to again, real people with real motivations)

As a final note, people also comment on "Why abstain anyways when you know it's going to be bad either way?" for particularly marginalized people, and I think the answer (folks in those situations can correct me here) is that it's more cathartic to watch the people who let you slip through the cracks fall with you, than slipping through the cracks and watching those same people have brunch and pretend you and your problems don't exist. It's like being trapped in a room with only crumbs to eat while the people on the other side of the door throw a dinner party, and if you complain, yell at you saying that the other guys wouldn't even give you crumbs.

#Ad nauseum mention that I vote blue every time #I'm just the messenger here so direct any angry words at the people running electoral campaigns #Being upset isn't going to change anything #us politics #Sorry if this is jumbled I threw this together in a shabbat half-asleep fugue

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aritsukemo · 7 months

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A Second Chance | Part One

Yuichiro Tokito x GN Drug Addict Reader

Warnings: Drugs are very vaguely implied but may be more heavily implied in the next part! Read at your own risk!

A/N: This is my first fic on here so I'm both nervous and excited! Thank you to my good friend 2pinksouls for listening to my long rambles about this as well as helping me with the choosing title ideas and giving me the motivation to complete this!

Part One | Part Two | Pink's Wattpad Account

Soft, irregular beats resonate throughout the once silent apartment as the sound is just barely heard over the thundering rain. It's melody travels throughout the entrance way, making it's way into the sweet smelling living room where the young seventeen year old, Yuichiro Tokito, sits comfortably on his plush sofa with a book in hand. As the irksome noise slips into his ears and draws his attention, mint green eyes subconsciously drift to the clock which reads 11:27pm—way too late to be expecting any visitors, he thinks.

He tries his best to ignore it at first, shrugging it off and drifting his attention back to the dank colored pages that were stained with words that most people would have trouble comprehending. His eyes scan over the text, his hand wandering down to wrap his delicate fingers around his small cup that was filled with steaming black tea with a hint of almond milk, his favorite, as he's once again absorbed in the mystery. He had lent the book from a coworker and was already pretty far in. Long having read past the overly foreshadowed murder and the annoyingly long investigation process that they dolled up with unnecessarily complex words and other plot elements, and finally getting into the long-awaited trial process which was, supposedly, the 'bestest-most-heart-throbbing-most thrilling-most satisfying' part of the book—or so his colleagues jest.

Knock. Knock.

He groans, his concentration breaking once more and his patience thinning like a rope on the brink of snapping, not that one could blame him. It was late at night, a Tuesday, technically a school night if he were to be so childish to say, and he lived alone in a one bedroom apartment. There was literally no reason for someone to be bothering him at this hour so who—

"Hey, Yui.." A brief, timorous chuckle escapes your lips, "It's been a while, huh?"

Oh hell no.

With his face scrunching and his hand now tightly gripping tightly gripping his door, Yuichiro attempts to slam it in your face only for his failure to ring through the apartment as the sound of your pained exhalations. You had put your foot through the doorway just in time, successfully preventing him from closing it on you. Unfortunately, it was at the cost of your poor foot which had been painfully squished between the doorframe and the door itself.

With clenched teeth, you tried your best to ignore the throbbing of your foot as you flash Yuichiro a wrinkled smile through the crack of the door, "Yui--"

"Go away," You wince. The sheer tone and volume of his voice speaks bounds, you're the last person he wants to see right now, but you can't give up yet. After all, he's the only option you have left..

"Please, I just want to talk- Well, not really 'talk' but more of uhm..ask a favor.." Yuichiro's eyes widen. You want to ask him a favor? Despite everything, you actually had the audacity to come here and attempt to ask him to do something for you?

"Forget it," He snarls, "Now go away before I call the cops."

"Please, Yui!" You take a shaky breath, "..Please, hear me out. I promise, it's not what you think."

He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't hear you out. Hell, he shouldn't even be wasting his breath talking to you right now. But with you, staring at him through the crack of the door, your eyes begging for reconsideration and your face and hair seemingly drenched like some wet puppy..

Yuichiro sighs, "I'm giving you ten seconds. That's it," He keeps his hand firm on the doorknob, making it painfully clear of his intentions of keeping you out, "Talk."

"Right! Uhm- Look, I know you're probably still mad. I mean, who wouldn't be mad at a person for doing..what I did--"

"Eight..seven--"

"Okay, okay! I know we aren't on the best of terms right now and you probably hate my guts but--!"

"Five. Four."

"Agh-! Don't speed up!" Your voice involuntarily raises in pitch before immediately coming back down to it's usual tone, "I- I was just wondering if--!"

"Two..one. We're done here," And with that, Yuichiro kicks your foot away—you letting out a small 'Hey!' in term—before quickly closing and locking the door. Your annoying knocks return, albeit this time they're more frequent, more frantic, downright rowdy and obnoxious which makes them hard to ignore.

How irritating.

"Please, Yui! Come back! You're all I have left to turn to! I'm begging you!" Your shout, your voice sounding small compared to your loud knocking, "I have nowhere else to go!"

He halts, "What do you mean you have nowhere else to go? Go home."

"I can't! I was kicked out and.." You pause, mumbling, "..It's complicated.. Can I please, please just stay here for the night? I promise I won't be a bother!"

"You've got to be kidding," Yuichiro replies under his breath, "No way."

"Yuichiro, you don't understand! My brother kicked me out and I have no money! Hell, I- I don't even have a car to sleep in! I have nothing, nowhere to go, and no one to turn to! Please, please, please let me stay the night! I'll.. I'll do anything!"

Anything. Heh, what another hilariously tasteless joke. To say you would do anything is both humorous and exasperated. After all, you can't do anything, or at least, not what he wants you to do. You can't turn back time and prevent yourself from doing what you did, you can't go back and be there for him when he needed you most, you can't go back and wrap your arms around him and comfort him after you left him all alone. You can't do anything.

And yet, Yuichiro finds himself hesitant to walk away, to pack up his book and tea and go to bed and tune you out until you eventually give up and go away. For some reason, he's hesitant to leave you wet and alone in the rain like you did to him.

And so, he walks back over to the door and slowly cracks it open.

"Do you really have no place to go?"

Voice reduced to a mere whisper, Yuichiro's unreadable eyes scan your surprised expression, trying his best to find even the smallest lie—the smallest excuse—that would convince him to close this door and not look back.

Unfortunately, he doesn't which resulted in him staring into your pretty eyes for longer than he probably should've.

"Yeah.." You finally mumbled, finding yourself unable to break away from his gaze and as a result, becoming completely captivated by his minty hues, "..Yeah, I have nowhere to go..honest."

You could easily be lying to him. It wouldn't be your first time after all. For all he knows, you could have your car parked somewhere nearby out of sight or be lying about being kicked out and just using it as an excuse to get in his house for whatever reason. Although, at the sight of your muddy, wet shoes—which he deduced is probably from walking long ventures in the rain—and your equally dirty, disheveled clothing that seemingly becomes more and more drenched the further down he looks, the chance of you lying seems less likely.

Even so, part of him is screaming at him for even humoring you this much. After all, you managed to break his trust in so many ways, all at once, and yet he stands here, peeking through the crack of his door like a little kid, listening to you beg him to let you in. How ridiculous, he thinks to himself, letting out a deflated sigh as he opens his door fully.

"You're only staying for the night," He turns away from you, beginning to walk away, "I'm kicking your ass out as soon as the rain stops."

Yuichiro pretends to not hear your relieved breaths and chooses not to acknowledge his heart which skipped the smallest beat when he glances back to see the appreciative smile etched on your face as you stepped through the door. Your boots drag and drip mud, staining his clean floors with it's muck, the sight makes Yuichiro's nose scrunch involuntarily.

"Take off your shoes and place them over there," He aimlessly points to an area near you, "And don't move from that spot. I don't want you tracking rain and mud everywhere."

After saying that, Yuichiro turns his back to you and walks away in the direction of his bedroom, grumbling something about finding clothes that would fit you under his breath before disappearing, leaving you to stare at his place, awestruck.

It hadn't been that long since you last saw him but in that little time, Yuichiro had managed to completely upgrade his living situation. I mean before, when you two were still together—when you two were struggling together—he was still living with his step-parents, living in that small, cramped room, but now he lives in a semi-large apartment decorated in marble and filled with nice, sleek furniture you could only dream of buying yourself. Best not to break anything while you're here, you note.

"Here," Was the only warning you got before the satisfying feeling of a hot towel envelopes your face, clouding your vision with it's thick material. You let it sit there for a moment, a small hum leaving your lips when you slowly remove it, revealing Yuichiro who stares at you with an expectant look.

"This towel.." Smells like him. Like almond milk, lavender, and the smallest hint of something else indescribable—a soothing smell that makes your heart swell with a feeling akin to comfort, "Is so warm. Did you just get this out the dryer?" Is what you end up saying.

"Yes, but it's was sitting in there for a while so I put it in my towel warmer." He states, his eyes narrowing when he hears you snicker.

"What?"

"You have a..towel warmer?" You ask, your lips twitching upwards to from an amused grin, "Is that really necessary?"

Yuichiro clicks his tongue and without much thought to it, he replies, "Are you necessary?"

"Do you think I'm necessary?" You ask as you began the tasking process of drying your drenched face.

"Do you really want me to answer that question?"

A chuckle escapes you, "Well when you ask like that..not really?"

"You sound unsure," A small smirk crosses Yuichiro's features, fitting his face like a glove, "If you want to know so bad, I'll tell you. Can't promise my response will be a nice one though."

"Mm, I'll pass," You shake your head and like a wet dog your hair swings and sways, water flying everywhere and some droplets even landing on Yuichiro in which he shields his face with his arm and groans, "I'm not one for degradation."

With a little 'tch' leaving his mouth through slightly clenched teeth, Yuichiro speaks, his irritated tone returning, "Come here."

Without thinking much about it you comply and walk over. You fix your lips to ask him—and possibly tease him—about his sudden request but as his warm hand touches your icy cheek, you find yourself unable to speak or even move.

"Yui..?" You whisper, your once droopy eyes widening just a little as you locked eyes with his. His eyes roll heavenward at the sight of your surprised expression and as if it was the most normal thing in the world, he grabs the towel out of your hand—fingertips brushing along the veins of your hand and tickling the skin—as his other hand remains rested on the plump of your cheek.

"Idiot," He grumbles, both at the mention of that accursed nickname and at the sight of the wet floor around you, "Your hair is dripping water everywhere," His free hand moves up, resting on the shell of your ear as he wipes away the water that trickles from your edges with the other, "Are you so incompetent that you can't even do something as simple as this without making an even bigger mess?"

Yuichiro continued his small rant, complaining about how slippery the floor will get after he cleans up all the water due to the material of the expensive flooring but to you, it was like all his curses and complaints flew into one ear and came hurdling out the other. As if he somehow casted a spell on you, you found yourself unable to look away from him, taking in all his little features, all his supposed 'flaws' as well as his many perfections, as if were the last thing you'd ever do.

From his black hair that gives off the illusion of ocean waves from how wavy it is—a product of always having his hair braided or bended into some bun or braid—to his lovely eyes that he always seem to narrow at the things or people that even slightly upset him, to his cute little ears and his smooth lips that you know for a fact are soft to the touch and even the little mole near his neck that he always tried to hide with turtlenecks and hoodies despite the many times you've kissed him and told him how adorable him and his mole is. ( In which he'd blush and push you away which leaves you giggling at him as a result )

"Hey.." Yuichiro's voice is what pulls you back to reality, the one who sets you free from the spell he unintentionally set on you as he strips the warmth of his palm from you. You blink, realizing that he was no longer roughly rubbing at your head and face with the towel and was now staring at you with a scowl on his face, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I.. I..uhm.." Here you stand, warm-faced and at a lost for words as if he asked you some complex math question. It was simple, really. You were staring because it's him who's in front of you. Him, who's currently staring into your soul with those damned blank, beautiful eyes. But you can't say that. If you did, you fear your bed tonight will be the cold, wet bench down the street..

"Anyways.." You break eye contact, scanning the area in a hast to find something, anything you could to try and change the subject only to mentally curse at the inconvenience. It's just like Yuichiro to keep his place clean and rid it of anything that's not useful to him at the moment. ( Unlike your room at your brother's house which is covered in dirty clothes, wrappers, and smells like a crack den )

"Uh.. How's your family going?" Oh how the regret immediately sunk in as you watched Yuichiro's face scrunch up in pure disgust at the question—a reasonable reaction considering what has happened and what they put him through.

"The same as always," He mutters only for you to immediately reply with a small 'I'm sorry' which results in him looking away.

"You're apologizing for that? Out of everything you did, that's what you're apologizing for?" The breath he lets out is one full of disbelief and you manage to catch the way his index and middle finger dig into the fat of his upper arm ever so slightly, "Way to prioritize."

"I just didn't want to make things awkward."

"Is that right?" Yuichiro heaves out a laugh, one short, airy, and slowly filling with his pent up rage with you, "Well I think we long passed that point. Especially after you come to my doorstep like some sad puppy after ghosting me for what, two years now?"

"I didn't 'ghost' you I just—"

"Ran away and ignored the many, many texts that I sent you asking where the fuck you were and not answering any of my calls or replying to any of my voicemails?" He replies, voice pointed like a sharpened blade, "I don't know if you realize but that's the exact definition of ghosting someone."

"Look I'm sorry, alright?"

"You're sorry? You embarrass me in front of my step-parents and friends, you steal from me on my fucking birthday and ignore every single one of my attempts of contacting you and all you can fucking say to me is sorry? Are you kidding me?"

"I have my reasons for doing what I did, okay?" Now you're starting to get frustrated. Blame your heightened senses but his blatant accusing which was caused by miscommunication on your part was making your blood boil. Nevertheless, Yuichiro doesn't seem to notice or if he does, he doesn't care.

"And what reasons are those? Huh? Were those reasons so good that you had to throw everything away for it? Was your reasons so amazing, so damn irresistible, that you had to push our relationship and my trust aside as if it meant nothing to you—As if I meant nothing to you? Huh? Tell me!" Yuichiro's letting his emotions get the better of him, he knows and is painfully aware of how embarrassed he'll be afterwards but he doesn't care right now. Right now, he just wants to know what happened, why it happened, and why he wasn't able to prevent it from happening.

"Just tell me the truth. Was this all my fault? Did I do something back then that upset you so much that you wanted to get back at me like you did? Were you tired of me complaining about my step-parents? Did I come off as if I didn't care about you or something?" He wraps his arms around you and to your surprise, he buries his face in your chest, "I can't take this feeling anymore.. Feeling as if I wronged you in some way yet not knowing what I did wrong. I hate it, I despise it, and I'm losing mind over it! So please! I'm begging you, tell me what I did wrong. I- I promise never to do it again! I..promise to treat you better.. I promise anything, just don't leave me alone again! I can't do this without you anymore.."

No. No. You can't. You can't tell him. As much as your heart aches to see him in such a desperate state, ( Even worse since that desperate state was caused by your absence ) you can't tell Yuichiro why you did what you did. That because you couldn't be like him and handle the pressure—because you let your intrusive thoughts get the better of you—you stole from him and left him to fend for himself in order to pursue your own selfish desire of escapism..

"You did nothing wrong," You push him away as gently as you can, ignoring the way you can almost hear your heart breaking as you say, "..I no longer felt anything for you and that's why I did what I did, plain and simple."

Through all of this, you had completely forgotten that you're still in his home. If he wanted to, he could scream and kick you out and leave you alone in the rain like you did to him. ( And you wouldn't exactly be mad if he did, it's an understandable reaction in your opinion ) But he doesn't and instead turns his back to you, his bangs covering his eyes like a stage curtain.

"I see.." He says, tone low, "..I'll go get you some blankets and some fresh clothes then. It's getting late and I don't want you to have any excuses tomorrow that I kept you up all night or something.."

Without hearing your response, he walks off and as you watch him, you fail to notice ( or pretend not to notice ) how his fist remain clenched—a desperate attempt at controlling the tears that threaten to fall as he begs to the gods above not let his sobs escape his throat before he can make it to the not so comforting confines of his bedroom.

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Blurred Lines: Part 12

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader

Genre: Acquaintances to Lovers AU, Roommates AU, Fuckboy AU

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: mentions of sex, SUNWOO

Previous Chapter

The sound of someone shouting pulls you out of the fitful sleep you're in. You blink a couple of times as you try to figure out where you are and who is making so much noise. Glancing around the room, you see the wooden walls of the cabin and it all comes back to you. The lake. The bonfire. Sunwoo.

Another shout comes through the open windows, and now you regret opening them for the "nice breeze". You should've just turned on the air conditioning instead. A deep groan comes from Eric and Sophia's room, and you can only assume Eric is severely regretting all the alcohol he drank last night.

The screen door to the cabin next to you slams shut, echoing across the lake. Sangyeon's voice barely reaches your ears, but you know he's telling whoever is already up to keep it down. You wonder which one of them is awake and sans hangover enough to be making this much noise already. Are they always like this? Is this just how they are?

You roll over to try to get comfortable, but it's like rolling over onto a boulder wrapped in fabric. This stupid couch prevented you from getting any proper rest. It might've been better to sleep on the hardwood floor instead. You turn to lay on your back again and let out a sigh. There's no use in trying to fall back asleep. You might as well just get moving.

Sitting up, you let out your own groan as you realize just how sore you actually are. There's absolutely no way you can do a week of this. It's like putting your body through torture. You stand up, hearing a couple of bones crack, and try to stretch out the kinks in the rest of your body.

Reaching for the pile of clothes some smart part of your brain told you to grab out of the boy’s room last night, you go into the bathroom to change and make yourself presentable. Nothing too far-fetched since you're in the woods, but enough to make you look cute. There is someone you're trying to impress after all.

As you slip on flip-flops, you hear the soft muffle of talking coming from one of the rooms. You're sure everyone will be waking up soon, so you won't be the only one missing out on good sleep. You push open the door to the back deck and look towards the bonfire pit to see a few people already moving about and getting breakfast ready.

Jacob spots you first as you approach. "Good morning!"

"Hey, Cobie. You're up early."

He smiles. "Early riser. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," you tell him and glance over at the chairs to see a spot next to Kevin is open.

As you move to sit down, Jacob asks, "How long did you two stay up for?"

That catches Kevin's attention, and he skips right over greetings to ask, "You and Sunwoo?"

Ignoring him, you look up at Jacob. "We went to bed right after you did."

"Together?!" Kevin loudly exclaims, nearly falling out of his chair in shock and catching everyone else's attention.

Younghoon, across the bonfire pit, lifts his eyebrows and smiles as he asks, "You and Sunwoo slept together?"

"No," you loudly say before this can snowball into something bigger. "No, we did not sleep together."

"Why not?" Kevin pouts, and you finally look over at him in exasperation.

"Mind your own business," you respond. You're just grateful that Hyunjae and Eric aren't out here to add to the teasing like they always do.

The rest of breakfast passes by uneventfully, and soon everyone is awake and quietly talking around the bonfire pit. They discuss how fun yesterday was, how nice it is up here, who's hungover, and how they slept. That last conversation is sparked when you turn funny, and your body screams at you, causing you to let out a small gasp.

"Those couches sucked, didn't they?" Hyunjae shouts while pointing at you.

"Dude… be quiet," Eric rubs his forehead with a wince, feeling just as hungover as you expected he would.

Juyeon twists his neck to the side, stretching out an invisible kink. "That was the worst sleep of my life."

Changmin tells them to quit being dramatic with a roll of his eyes before Hyunjae turns on him. "No, you don't understand. It was like sleeping on a pile of rocks."

"I feel like I've been beaten up," Juyeon agrees.

You notice a few people starting to look at you, the only other one that slept on a couch. Hyunjae and Juyeon immediately ask you to vouch for them, making everyone give you their full attention.

"It wasn't that bad," you mumble, not wanting to make it into a whole thing.

Hyunjae glares daggers your way for playing it down. You glance over at Sunwoo to see him watching you very closely, scrutinizing your words and actions. Of course, he knows you're lying. You can see the conclusion in his eyes.

"Okay," you relent. "I'm seriously considering sleeping in Sunwoo's car for the rest of the trip."

"See!" Hyunjae yells before looking at Changmin. "I told you."

"Dude, the shouting," Eric groans.

When you look back at Sunwoo, you see him and Haknyeon speaking in low tones. Haknyeon has a slightly annoyed look on his face as he listens to Sunwoo. When he glances over at you, he immediately wipes the expression off his face after realizing you saw it.

"You can sleep with me," Sophia offers from your left.

Eric immediately sits up in his chair. "Hello? Boyfriend?"

"Yes? Boyfriend?" She puts on her sweet voice. "Can you sleep on that horrible couch so my best friend doesn't have to sleep on it two nights in a row?"

Eric immediately starts to protest, but you put your hand up and stop him. "I'll be alright, Soph. Thank you, though."

"That doesn't really seem fair that she has to sleep on the couch the whole week," Sangyeon's girlfriend softly chimes in. "I mean, the rest of you are switching, right?"

"Yeah, speaking of that," Hyunjae starts, facing his cabin mates. "I'm getting a bed tonight, so you four can figure out who's turn it is to sleep on the rock pile."

"Thank you for making it seem so appealing," Chanhee glumly says, causing Hyunjae to smile sweetly at him.

"You're very welcome."

Haknyeon calls your name, and when you look over at him, he says, "I'll trade spots with you."

Everyone goes silent, a couple smirking as they realize what this means. The reluctance in Haknyeon's voice doesn't even register in your mind because your brain is starting to go into full panic mode.

You and Sunwoo? Sleeping together? In the same bed? Just right there, next to each other the whole night? Alone? You're unsure if the heat traveling through your body is from nervousness or something else. A part of you does feel excited at the idea, but you mostly suddenly feel like a middle schooler being alone with your crush for the first time.

"That's okay, Haknyeon. Thank you, but I'll be fine," you find yourself saying.

"Unfortunately, I insist," he responds with a glance toward Sunwoo.

Your gaze follows his, and you meet Sunwoo's stare. You know he is searching your face for hesitancy, reluctance, or any other uncomfortable emotion you might be feeling before he speaks up.

"If it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to," he gives you a wistful smile. "I will one hundred percent give you the keys to my car if you want those instead."

His words cause you to chuckle and melt some of your nerves away. The fact that he'd willingly hand over his keys to his car nestles itself inside your brain. So, does the realization that he forced Haknyeon to give you his side of the bed. Besides, you really, really don't want to sleep on that awful couch two nights in a row.

"Sleeping on a bed does sound nice," you smile at him. You're both adults. This is going to be totally fine.

You swear you see Sunwoo's skin pinken a little, but he covers it well. "It's settled then, roomie."

"Roomie," Eric snorts.

"I'm so glad I'm not in that cabin," Kevin laughs.

The amusement on Eric's face disappears as he thinks about Kevin's words. Once they settle in, he immediately puts both you and Sunwoo in his sight.

"If I hear a single sound come out of that bedroom that's not a snore, I will fight you both."

"Likewise," Sunwoo irritably replies, throwing the plastic fork he had used at Eric.

You and Sophia share an embarrassed look before you mutter, "It's too early for this."

"Eric, what are you doing?" Hyunjae exasperatedly asks, giving him a look. "Our ship is finally sailing, don't ruin it!"

You sink into your seat, hoping you can disappear from this conversation. It's painfully obvious to you that this friend group is very interested in you and Sunwoo's love life. While you love their support, they have a habit of making things embarrassing. Glancing over at Sunwoo, you see he's as flustered by them as you are.

"You're not in the same cabin as that ship!" Eric yells at Hyunjae, causing a few people to laugh.

"Anyways!" Sunwoo loudly says as he thinks of a topic to change the conversation to. "What does everyone want to do today?"

Unfortunately for you both, everyone ignores him, and much to your horror starts talking about the two of you sharing a bed. When Changmin calls your name, relief floods through you. Anything, anything, to change the conversation.

"Did you know that Sunwoo begged to be in the same cabin as you?"

Your mouth parts as you take in the smirk on his face before your eyes dart to Sunwoo. He looks as frozen as you feel. The only indication that he hasn't suddenly turned into a statue is the way his eyes widen when Chanhee confirms it. Then, he looks like he's trying to do everything he can to disappear into thin air.

"Oh?" You question.

The second your voice reaches Sunwoo's ears, his eyes find yours. You've never seen him so flustered in your existence, and it's bringing you great amusement, along with a healthy boost of ego.

"I didn't ask that," he immediately tries to deny.

"You're right," Changmin concedes. "You didn't ask that. You begged like I said."

Sunwoo stands up from his chair, announcing he's going to put on his swim trunks before leaving for the cabin. The boys look amused at his escape, and you are too until they turn their attention on you.

"Why don't you go with him?" Hyunjae asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

You shake your head and ignore him, but, of course, Eric joins in. "What do you think the odds are of you two hooking up by the end of this week?"

A couple of the boys laugh, but Sophia lightly slaps Eric on the arm. He turns to her with a glare. "Why are you always hitting me?"

"Will you leave her alone?"

"It's just a question!" He responds, turning to you. "One we all would like to know the answer to, by the way."

You stare blankly at him. "On second thought, I think I will go put my suit on."

Before anyone can make any lewd comments, you face Sophia. "Will you come with me?"

She nods, and the two of you stand up. Thankfully, that changes the topic of conversation, and soon, the others are getting up to put suits on as well.

You and Sophia walk silently to the cabin, and you couldn't be more grateful that she's giving you this moment. You just had a lot of information thrown at you at once, so you need a moment. The second you step onto the back deck of your cabin, though, all thoughts fly out of your head.

The sliding glass door opens to reveal a half-naked Sunwoo. You freeze in place, taking in the sight in front of you while you attempt to remember how to function. Any upper hand you had in the flustered game diminished the second you saw his suit hanging low on his hips. Sunwoo holds all the power now.

There's a smirk on his face as your eyes trail along the length of his body. A very toned and beautiful body. His abs clench as you eye them for a little too long, and you have to process the fact that he has abs, but there they are in all of their beautiful glory. Along with a tattoo on his ribcage. He has a freaking tattoo? You study it, trying to see what it is. All you know is that you want to lick -.

An actual record scratch sounds in your brain. What the hell are you doing? How long have you been ogling this man?

"You see something you like?" He teasingly asks.

The way he says those words nearly has you curling your toes. You're supposed to sleep in the same bed as him? Oh, you are in so much trouble.

Somehow managing to keep your cool, you ignore his question and walk directly up to him. It's like some unknown presence has taken over your body. Your hand slowly reaches up, and your fingers lightly touch his skin as you trace the outline of his tattoo. He lets out a surprised gasp when you make contact, and you look into his eyes.

"Have I ever told you how much I like tattoos?" You murmur, causing him to swallow.

"If I knew that, I would've shown you it a long time ago," he responds in a low voice. "Feel free to look at it as often as you'd like."

The two of you stare at each other. Each mesmerized and completely removed from the world. If you just leaned forward, your lips would finally get the relief they've been craving for months. When his gaze falls to your mouth, you take a chance and lean forward until a shout completely breaks the spell.

"Kiss!" Hyunjae maniacally laughs.

Sunwoo closes his eyes, letting out a long, deep sigh. Your hand drops from his side, and you step back, clearing your throat. After a moment, Sunwoo lets out a disbelieving laugh, and you know you're not the only one that has the urge to strangle the loudmouth.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Hyunjae?!" Sophia explodes from behind you. "They were going to!"

You had forgotten she was even there. You were too wrapped up in Sunwoo.

Sophia stomps past you into the cabin, muttering something about drowning Hyunjae in the lake once she gets her suit on. A thoughtful expression crosses Sunwoo's face before he says, "I think I'll help her with that."

He steps around you and walks off the deck, making a beeline for Hyunjae. You wish you could see Sunwoo's face because the way Hyunjae's eyes widen and he literally runs in the opposite direction is comical. You sigh before walking into the cabin, wondering if you and Sunwoo will ever not be interrupted. You're dramatically beginning to think you'll die before you feel Sunwoo's lips on you.

Once you're suited up and in the lake with everyone else - except for Hyunjae, who wisely stayed out of the water - antics ensue. Chicken fights are waged, kayaks and tubes are flipped, and Haknyeon is almost accidentally drowned by Kevin. All in all, it's a fun time. You and Sophia stay as far away from the chaos as you can, and once you've had enough of the water, you both spread out some towels and lay in the sun to dry off.

Or that was the plan until you feel arms under your knees and your back, and you're suddenly being lifted in the air. Your eyes fly open to find Sunwoo carrying you toward the water. Immediately, you begin to struggle against him, barely registering the fact that Sunwoo is holding you against his body because you know he's about to toss you back into the water.

You flail your arms and kick your legs to get free, but he only tightens his grip on you. He makes sure you have zero room to escape, and when you look up at him, you see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Sunwoo, please don't," you beg once he's already knee-deep in water. "I was almost dry!"

His only response is, "Hold your breath."

Absolutely not. Your arms wrap themselves tightly around his neck instead. He attempts to throw you in the water, but the death grip you have on him prevents you from going anywhere. Once Sunwoo realizes this, you think you've won, but you're oh, so wrong.

Unexpectedly, Sunwoo jumps, flinging both of you toward the water. You hold your breath as you go under, but you refuse to let Sunwoo go. He brought you out here. Now, he has to deal with you.

When Sunwoo resurfaces, you're forced up along with him. You take a deep breath as Sunwoo chuckles lowly in your ear. Unwrapping one arm, you wipe at your eyes so you can see again, but then you put your arm back around his neck without thinking. There's not a single part of you that wants to let him go. You want to cling to him like a monkey, so you do.

Almost automatically, his hands come to rest on your waist. His fingers splay across your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over you. You loosen the grip you have on him enough for you to pull back and look at his face. Water drops off the ends of his hair, but he ignores it as he looks at you.

The two of you quietly stare at each other, treading water even though you both can reach the bottom perfectly fine. Your gaze trails down to his full lips, admiring the way the water glistens on them before going back up to his eyes. The sounds from your friends fade away until it seems like you and Sunwoo are off in your own world. Like only the two of you exist.

Slowly, Sunwoo leans toward you, making his intentions clear. Your eyes fall to his lips for a moment before you close them. The moment his lips touch yours, it's like your body releases a giant sigh, saying finally. The kiss is soft at first, testing and slow, and you match his delicate pace. His fingers dig a little into your skin like he can't believe this is finally happening, and he needs to check to make sure you're really there.

He deepens the kiss, pulling your body against his. You tilt your head before wrapping your legs around his waist, causing him to put his feet down so he can have more control. When you feel his tongue lick against your lips, you gladly open up for him.

He kisses you hungrily, tongue teasing yours in a tantalizing pattern that has you whimpering. Sunwoo softly groans at the sound and holds your body even tighter. The move has your sweetest spot pushed directly against his abdomen, making your toes curl. His body is hard below your softness, and you want to live in this moment forever. You want to kiss Sunwoo for the rest of your existence.

Cheers reach your ears, causing the building frenzy you're starting to feel ebb. You both slow down, bringing the kiss back to the soft sweetness that it started at. Sunwoo slowly breaks away, only putting enough space in between you so that he can see your eyes.

He stares at you with an adoring look. A soft smile grows as he quietly says, "I've been wanting to do that for a really long time."

"I'm glad you finally got the chance," you breathily reply.

He moves closer to you, affectionately brushing your nose with his before his lips capture yours again. You hum into the kiss, and you feel him smile against your mouth.

"Okay! Okay! Enough already," Kevin's voice reaches you along with a splash of water.

Your legs unwillingly drop from Sunwoo's waist, and you send a wave back at Kevin for ruining a perfect moment. Not that anything could ever really ruin that perfect moment. It'll forever be ingrained in your mind.

The rest of the evening passes by in a blur because you just keep reliving that kiss over and over. Even Sophia gives up on trying to get your attention. Once night falls, everyone is so exhausted from swimming and the rough night before that you all decide to call it and head to your cabins.

Haknyeon quickly grabs what he needs from the room, including his pillow, and treks to the couch. You grab your own pillow, telling Haknyeon that he can use the blanket you brought if he wants, and toss it onto the bed. The moment Sunwoo comes out of the bathroom, you grab your things and dart for it.

Once your teeth are brushed and you're in your pajamas, you come out to see the boys talking in the living room. Sophia stands in their bedroom doorway with an amused look on her face. Eric glances at you for a second before focusing back on Sunwoo.

"I'm just letting you know that if we can't, you can't!"

"None of you can!" Haknyeon irritably says from the couch.

You pause for a moment before asking, "What's going on?"

Sunwoo turns and faces you with a cheeky grin. "Eric's informing us that we're not allowed to have sex here."

Your eyes widen at the blunt words, and you can feel your face heating up. You can barely process what he just said before Eric continues on about being serious. Sophia eventually grabs him and pulls him into their room. He allows her to move him, but he brings his fingers up to his eyes and then points them towards Sunwoo in an "I'm watching you" gesture as he disappears.

Sophia shuts their door, and you duck into your bedroom to hide from the embarrassment. Sunwoo follows you in, quietly laughing. When you turn around and face him, he shuts the door and watches you for a moment.

"You know… I'd ask if you can be quiet, but I don't want you to be quiet the first time we're together." His eyes languidly trail down your body before eventually coming back up to your face. "I want to hear every beautiful sound you make."

You shakily inhale while you bat back the heat instantly flooding your body. His words have stolen all of your breath and have affected you more than you care to admit. Way, way more.

"Bold of you to assume I'd have sex with you, Sunwoo," you do your best to play it cool, but inside you're literally screaming.

He raises an eyebrow and stalks toward you. "Are you saying you wouldn't?"

Before you can respond, he continues in a much lower voice. "Do I need to make you want it more?"

A bang against the shared bedroom wall rocks the frames hanging on it. You jump, startled, before stifling a laugh. Sunwoo rolls his eyes, muttering Eric's name in irritation. After a moment, he sighs, and the sexy side of Sunwoo you so desperately want to see is once again tamed. He waves toward the bed. "Which side would you like?"

You shrug and move to the side you're closest to. You crawl in, and Sunwoo shuts off the lights. You feel the bed dip a couple of seconds later as he gets in next to you. The silence quickly becomes overwhelming, and your thoughts barrage you with attacks.

The two of you were wet and nearly naked while having your tongues in each other's mouths just hours ago. Sunwoo just said he wants to hear the sounds you make when you have sex. You've masturbated to thoughts of this man more times than you would dare to own up to, and now you're supposed to lay in bed next to him and sleep? In what world? Your body is way too wired for this, and your heart is throwing a damn party in your chest.

Sunwoo turns over on his side facing you. His arm wraps around your torso, and he pulls you closer, mumbling, "You're so far away."

His mouth is right about your ear. His breath causes your hair to slightly move, and his words skitter across the shell of your ear. His leg comes up and drapes across yours, and you're officially trapped against his body when he tucks you in closer.

You bask in his warmth, savoring the feeling of being safe and cared for. Your mind begins to process everything that's happened between the two of you. The shameless flirting, the deep conversations, the kiss, the apparent planning of future sex, and now cuddling? Your brain has completely turned to mush.

How are you supposed to survive this man? Brazen, single, fuckboy Sunwoo had managed to get under your skin so easily. What the hell would devoted, loving, in a relationship Sunwoo do to you?

The answer to how you'll survive suddenly comes to you.

You won't.

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bangchanbabygurl · 8 months

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Silent Cry | 05 My Mind & Me pt 1

Genre: Romance/Angst/IdolxFan

Warnings: Explicit language, mature themes, mentions of depression, suicide, self-harm, mentions of abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, toxicity, sex scenes, and mention of SA.

Word Count: 699

I pour myself a glass of orange juice as I wait for Andy and Jinyoung, the sound of banging against the walls wasn't surprising to me anymore. It's always either the boys from next door or Andy and Jinyoung's morning sex.

I slip on my coat upon hearing knocking at the door; Felix and Chan volunteer to give me a ride since we all work together. I let a small sigh fall past my lips as I slipped into my tennis shoes; I grabbed my bookbag and phone before opening the door. "Morning, fellas," I said, trying to avoid the loud moans coming from Andy's bedroom. Felix looked perplexed, while Chan seemed awkward and shy just as they both heard the moans. "Good m—morning Lexi," Felix said, his voice slightly cracking. I hurried out the door, closing it shut behind me.

We hurried to the elevator; they must've felt embarrassed upon hearing their neighbors fucking; we waited for the elevator. They were both quiet; I glanced to see them both lost in their thoughts. "Stop thinking about it," I said as we entered the elevator; Chan was coughing, probably from choking on his saliva. Felix looked more embarrassed, "How are you...um." Felix was lost for words. A chuckle leaves my lips, "Calm? Used to it? I'm just used to people having sex near my presence; hell, I'm even used to it to the point I have witnessed people having sex in front of me during parties." I bluntly spoke to them as if they were long-time friends.

I bite my lip and look at them; they both look shocked and awkward. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to get into details," I said, giving them a shy smile; we walked out of the elevator. God, you're so stupid, Lexi. I followed them to a black SUV waiting by the bus stop, "Good morning Mr. Gru." Felix said with a smile. The man dressed in all black seemed to be in his mid-forties; he smiled at us. "Good morning Mr. Lee, Mr. Bahng, and Ms. Navarro." Mr. Gru said; I smiled faintly. "Ms. Navarro, you'll be sitting in the passenger seat." Mr. Gru said, opening the door for me. He opened the door for Chan and Felix as well; I got inside feeling cold from the bitter weather.

The ride to work was quiet and awkward; Felix and Chan talked amongst themselves. While I sat in silence, scrolling through the endless text messages from my mom, I could feel a headache growing as I became stressed about my family's financial problems and worries. As the oldest, I have to help; it's an obligation as the oldest daughter. I bite my lip to prevent a small cry; the headache is unbearable. I looked in my bag for the painkillers; tears were pricking at the corners. I swallowed the lump in my throw as Mr. Gru handed me a water bottle; I gave him a small smile as I twisted open the pill bottle cap.

I popped two pills into my mouth and drowned in water; I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I think Mr. Gru noticed I felt ill, seeing that he had pulled over quickly to the JYP Entertainment building. Felix and Chan were oblivious to what was happening since Mr. Gru urged them to give inside the building, leaving me by the trash bin. I made sure there was no one before I began to puke my guts out into the trash bin. Being stressed or frustrated about certain things that make me sick rarely happens. Well, it only happened back home; I felt shocked that it was happening here in Seoul too. I rinsed my mouth with the water and the travel-size mouthwash Andy had made carry in my bag, which was oddly convenient.

Mr. Gru patted my back softly, “You alright, dear?” He asked. I sighed tiredly and nodded, “I guess the pills weren't the best idea.” I said. Mr. Gru nods, “Are you going to be alright?” He asked. I smiled, “I just need to rest when I get home.” I said; it had a strange comfort saying that word home.

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itsnothingofinterest · 1 year

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Hey, I feel like going a bit into why I’m so concerned with things like; confirming Tomua’s dignity & agency in villainy, Deku not taking easy outs in saving Tomura, and the villains goals in forceful societal reform. Get some stuff off my chest.

And really it all relates to how, for as much as his fans can be worried, Deku eventually saving Tomura is as guaranteed as him beating AFO.

But that’s all that’s guaranteed. Anything more than that; like changing the system or being a better hero than All Might so future kids like Tenko don’t fall through the cracks? No guarantee of that. It’s up in the air. And in fact, prospects aren’t really looking good rn.

(But in the interest of fairness, we’ll stick to Deku & Tomura today without touching on what other villain encounters may or may not imply.)

More Character Development Needed:

Here's the thing. The course of the story? That’s when character development happens. It may be unrealistic to assume he won’t mental grow any further, but narratively that’s just how it works. So whatever Deku is like at the end of the story is what we can generally expect he’ll be like for the rest of his life.

And what he is now is an otherwise kind & well-meaning soul; but who has such complete faith in the current system that he cannot accept any criticisms towards it when they stare him right in the face, fully wanting things to go back to normal and believing any flaws can be paved over by him being a good enough hero and staying All Might’s course.

Don’t misunderstand; he’ll still be a good hero. He’ll save most kids in Tenko’s situation just like All Might. But like All Might; some will slip through the cracks, become like Tomura, form their own villain teams, and loop right back to here, complete with casualties. And it’ll end with the same happy ending this conflict will have…and because the events of the story are when characters develop, that will similarly do nothing to prevent the villain team after that from forming and saying the same stuff about Hero Society & Deku.

Repeat until the Quirk Singularity does the world in.

To use an analogy I’m sure Tomura would appreciate: it’s the bad ending you get where the big bad is still beaten, but you didn’t do enough side-quests and messed up the dialogue trees so everything still kind of sucks afterwords.

And I know there are people who hope that all this societal injustice stuff can just...work itself out in an epilogue, after Deku saves Tomura & the rest of the kids save the rest of the villains. because that’s what’s important. But I can’t just give Deku the benefit of the doubt to come to the conclusions needed for him to change society, and then easily implement those changes that Tomura put his life on the line for, by himself, all off-screen. He needs to see the flaws in the system now, in the text, or I will have no choice to assume he never will.

How To Avoid This (By Avoiding Easy-Outs):

The thing is; this is avoidable. On paper, pretty easily. So much so that some may call it rushed; but I’m not complaining...today. Because while it’s “easy” from one view, it’s also the among the hardest tasks imaginable from another. He just needs to take to heart the opinions of someone who knows where his beliefs are wrong and need correction.

All he needs is to go through the proper development on-screen, which could be done by gaining the necessary introspection by talking to Tomura as an intellectual equal with grievances to listen too.

And that’s why I have problems with ending theories where he takes the easy out of blaming Tomua’s distrust of society on AFO. The kind of hero Deku would be to convince Tomura he doesn’t actually have beef with hero society that AFO didn't just trick him to having, pinning it all on an easy-to-blame villain? Maybe follow up with the feel-good buzzwords or ‘hope’ and ‘guiding light’ and ‘lending a hand’ he gave Lady Nagant? all without heroes ever having to take responsibility for their mistakes & the consequences there-of? That’s the kind of Pro Hero Deku I described above. A Deku that never has to admit his or his side’s faults.

Why take that kind of easy out when he could face an greater challenge and get a greater reward for it instead?

Like, forgive a tangent but this is why I could never get behind final villain!AFO.

He never raised the treat level of the villains; far from it. In addition to his self-sabotaging idiocy he also provides many easy outs to the otherwise greatest challenge Deku would face, in combat and diplomacy, in Tomura. 1st by making him weaker by being a worse fighter controlling his body, and 2nd by being such an invasive force that as the idea goes, Tomura will give up all his aspirations of changing society and put his & his friends’ lives in the hands of people he really cannot and has no reason to trust (reminder: still the same people who killed Twice), so long as it means being rid of him.

And then the idea is that Tomura’s turning to Deku’s side will mean they’ll team up against AFO to take him down trivially easy. (Even though either could easily take him on their own, but this way is even easier. Which is a pattern.)

These non-conflicts are apparently preferable to some, to Deku facing the strongest villain ever and then convincing said villain that he can be trusted to change the world for the better by addressing his own short-comings. I don’t see it.

It feels like some readers are just looking for easy-outs that ensure Tomira’s safety; climatic challenge be damned. They’re outs Deku doesn’t really need, and the consequences for taking being pretty severe as society doesn’t ever change to not fail the next Tenko Shimura…but it makes saving Tomura sound so easy it’s all but guaranteed so a lot of his fans support it. But to me: Tomura getting saved in guaranteed, so the rocky way there with a better ending is much preferred to the easy way there riddled with consequences.

Conclusion:

You know, there’s a post going around saying guys like me will be “so much happier” if we accept villains like Shigaraki and Dabi are just pathetic children in need of saving; and I assure you I will not be. Any hope of the future of this setting under Deku’s generation is quite firmly rooted in the villains being treated seriously enough to listen too. To give that up is to give up on the next generation not making all the same mistakes as the previous, trapping the setting in a cycle of suffering and violence perpetuated by hope until doomsday.

Looking at Tomura as just the crying child will save that child, but addressing Tomura the disenfranchised adult can save every such child. And, well, Deku wants to be the greatest hero. I’m gonna hold him to that.

#bnha #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #class 1a #league of villains #lov #paranormal liberation front #PLF #all might #all for one

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anamoli · 1 year

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Crazy Idea for Repurposing Talanah's Hand Armor Pieces

In my last post, I combed through every detail of Talanah's outfit to figure out what specialty fabrics and material will be needed. Afterwards, I started counting the number of individual pieces that used a particular material and organizing them into a spreadsheet. When I got to the turquoise leather pieces on her hands, I thought to myself, "That's going to be annoying to climb with."

Or would it?

Soon after I was struck by a crazy idea that just might work. See, grabbing onto a rock isn't the only way to climb up a wall. There's also something called crack climbing, which involves jamming your hand into a narrow opening in the wall, balling up your fingers in until it's really stuck in there, and then using that friction to pull yourself up. You can do this technique bare handed, but there are also special gloves that'll protect your skin. So, I propose turning her hand armor into crack climbing gloves.

Exhibit A

I will have to modify the hand armor to be a little more than just two leather wraps and I don't think using the faux leather would be a good idea to use; it's too thick and the rocks will make quick work of it.

Below are my design ideas and thought processes.

Breaking Down the Design of a Crack Climbing Glove

There are 3 main pieces to a climbing glove:

The rubber: this is the part of the gloves that makes contact with the rock. It provides extra friction and makes it so your hand doesn't slip.

The suede: this part of the glove is the common ground that all the pieces attach to. It's also nicer to have the suede be in contact with your hand instead of the rubber (which would get really slippery once you start sweating).

The strap: this part of the glove makes everything a snug fit, which is exactly how your glove should feel. The glove should feel like another layer of skin.

There is a 4th piece, a layer of padding along the knuckles, but that's more for comfort than functionality. I like comfort though, so it'd be nice to include some padding.

Sourcing Materials

I still want the general look to be similar. There will be the two wraps and the gold embroidery, but I will have to add the finger loops, remove the palm straps (I don't like the feel of something in my palm while crack climbing), and only use the wrist strap.

For a while I struggled with sourcing materials for converting this into a proper climbing glove, namely the rubber. Apparently, there's a rubber shortage. Rubber sheets are only sold to resolers/cobblers and wholesalers, and I don't feel like confronting my phone anxiety to contact these companies just for a cosplay. Additionally, climbing rubber predominantly comes in black, and I'm not going to sacrifice that much inaccuracy to the cosplay.

I thought about ditching the rubber and making suede only gloves, but that has its own set of issues.

First, the rocks are going to eat through that suede fast. I could use multiple layers of suede, but the fact of the matter is that they're not going to last very long, and you know - that kind of defeats the purpose of this exercise. I want to make a durable cosplay dammit!

Second, the rubber has another purpose, it also prevents the suede from stretching out too much. Using only suede would mean the gloves stretch very easily once you start climbing in them, and without any reinforcement the gloves will get loose not snug. Which starts to become a safety hazard. You do not want to fall because of a faulty glove!

Third, I'm vain and I don't think it'll look as nice. I'm allowed to think that.

I did find non-climbing rubber sheets out there that were white, and I could just dye them the color I need. But I kept getting dragged back into trying to find white climbing rubber to dye instead. I was stuck in a cycle of thinking I had to use climbing rubber. Eventually, I thought to myself, "If people can climb barehanded or with tape, which I have done before, then having literally anything else will be just as good. Climbing rubber > shoe rubber > suede > tape > bare hands. It'll be good enough."

Perfect is the enemy of good.

And so, I spent a long time searching for white rubber shoe soles that were around 1mm thick. Anything thicker than that and it starts to get difficult to close your fist while climbing. After a lot of sketchy websites, I finally found a listing on Amazon of all places. It comes with 3 sheets on 3 colors: black, khaki, and white for $15.99. I don't need the other sheets, but this was the only listing I found that was thin enough, white, and didn't have a company's branding imprinted onto the rubber.

Finally, thank goodness the fabric dye was easy enough to find and in approximately the right color! Having 3 sheets of the rubber will be nice as well. I can experiment with the dye until I get a color I'm happy with. Gosh I hope this works.

Redesigning the Cosplay into Functional Gloves

With the materials sorted out, let's figure out a design that's accurate to the cosplay and functional to climb with. Using my climbing gloves as a template, I traced over the suede areas and played around with the placement of the armor pieces until it lined up nicely.

I really like the velcro wrap around, so I decided to keep that part of the design. I'll have to make sure I keep a section between the suede and the rubber open so I can attach the velcro underneath the rubber. As for the opening where the velcro strap attaches to the suede, I'll definitely have to reinforce that opening with some embroidery. My climbing gloves have a layer of rubber in that area, but since I'm not going to do that, the embroidery will have to suffice. It'll be like a buttonhole!

The end product should look something along the lines of this:

I'll use some contact cement in addition to the adhesive that already comes with the rubber just to be safe, but otherwise this should be a safe design for climbing.

Can't wait to make it and test it out!

#cosplay #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #talanah khane padish #climbing #took me forever to find 1mm shoe sole rubber #proj-2023-00 #proj-design

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jeannewritessometimes · 2 years

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[[Illinois Jones x GN!Reader smut drabble, this is VERY self-indulgent.]]

[[Warnings: MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, explicit sex, pegging (male recieving- reader can decide whether they're using a strap-on or a dick), handjob, begging, orgasm denial, praise kink, mention of caves, use of "sweet boy" (not ageplay though), THE WRITER IS A WHORE, OKAY? LET ME BE /lh]]

Normally, being in a cave was something that kind if freaked you out. Ever since you and Illinois had started working together, spelunking was your least favorite part of the job.

Now, the sound of Illinois's wrecked moans echoing throughout the open cave made you warm up to the thought of going cave diving more often.

You gently pressed your hips further into Illinois, until your hips were flush with one another. You held one of his legs to your side as an anchor, your other hand wrapped firmly around the shaft of his fully-hard cock, slowly squeezing it and causing a choked sob to escape from the normally cocky man's throat.

"Please, sugar, move your hips, please," he chanted, squirming slightly under your touch.

"Oh, now someone's using their manners," you teased, rolling your hips into his once and chuckling at the silent gasp that left his lips. "You think you could handle it, sweet boy?"

With the nickname, you move your thumb to smear the bead of precum that had started to dribble from Illinois's tip, and he lets out a long whine.

"Please, please- I'll be so good for you, just- fuck, please fuck me," Illinois begged, his baritone voice cracking slightly as you started to set a slow rhythm with your hips.

Your hand followed behind closely, moving up and down his cock in time with your thrusts. The whimpers and moans that slipped from his throat only spurred you on- your pace was slow, deliberate, and your fingernails dug slightly into the skin of the thigh that you were holding onto for stability.

"Oh, you're doing such a good job, sweet boy," you purred, suddenly bucking your hips into him hard and drawing out an echoing cry of pleasure from his lips. The sound of his voice reverberated throughout the cave system, and only served to send chills up your spine. "Oh, but you might wanna be quieter, love... You don't want someone to hear you, right? What if there's another explorer down here?"

You honestly weren't worried about someone else hearing him- in fact, you wanted people to know who he belonged to- but it was worth seeing the blush deepen on Illinois's face as he tried to quiet himself.

As if challenging him, you speed up the thrusts of your hips considerably, and quicken the pumps of your hand around his shaft. Illinois groans again, louder than before, and arches his back in attempt to quiet himself.

"Treasure, I- fuck, I'm gonna..." He's unable to finish his sentence, letting out another breathy whimper as you move your hand to firmly squeeze at the base of his cock.

"No, love, you didn't ask for permission first," you respond calmly, still rolling your hips against his at that heart-racing pace.

"W-wait, I'm sorry, please let me cum," he whined, tears stinging his eyes slightly, "I'll do anything you want, please just let me finish!"

You still the movement of your hips, causing Illinois to let out another sob of ecstacy. "Well," you began, moving the hand that previously held onto his leg over to the head of his cock, running your thumb back and forth over the tip as the other hand prevented him from cumming. The shiver that wracked through his body made you grin sadistically.

"I think I'd like to hear you beg for it a little longer, sweet boy."

#sawyer is spicy #flirtatious fuckhead #minors dni #illinois x reader #the feminine urge to make an arrogant man beg you to let him finish 💅💅

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memorydragon · 2 months

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Okay, so my finger slipped and I reread the Po Yun manhua (to be fair to me, the good, non-ad infested version is going away at the end of the month) and decided maybe just posting about it will alleviate the need to consume it a third time since the start of the year.

(Okay, yes, I am a tiny bit of an eldritch horror when it comes to inhaling media. So shoot me.)

I'm just so insane about Bu Chonghua and his obsession with "I'm home."

The first time he says this, he says it to an empty apartment. It's status quo for him, and it's not a terrible life, but he had to chew someone out at work because after he explained PTSD with the clinical definition, explaining that the witness's differing accounts were because of this, the others started to say 'I didn't think a boy like this would be so weak.' And he barks back no, it doesn't matter how strong or weak someone is, it's a natural reaction to trauma. It doesn't make someone a mental case, nor is someone weak for reacting in a such a way.

(And I love that this is the first time Wu Yu takes note of what his superior is saying. We've seen how very little he thinks of Bu Chonghua and his leadership at this point. But at this Wu Yu stops and listens, and I love how in the manhua it shows him passing off the exit interviews and knowing exactly what to say to be 'mentally sound' while he's still deeply traumatized by Everything. He's listening, because it's the first time anyone has even mentioned the terms for what he's went through to him, and that is so fucked up, please just let him go to school like he wants to, but it's coming from Bu Chonghua, who he hates, but was patiently explaining it and calm until people started badmouthing it. He used his 'elite' schooling to normalize a trauma response, and Wu Yu takes note that maybe this guy isn't quite so awful.)

But Bu Chonghua isn't talking about the witness, not really. When he comes back to an empty house and says "I'm home," he goes through his usual routine and then, just before bed, he picks up the picture from his tenth birthday, before his parents were murdered in front of him and he has to tell himself to not think about it. Don't think about it, don't get lost in the memories. He's home, and he's safe and no one is there, but he can't break down. Because if he breaks, then he's the one who will have to pick up the pieces again, and he could be working, he could be preventing the 502 murderer from striking again, so he can't break. He's talking about himself, his own trauma, the in the clinical manner he was probably taught in, then he shoves everything down. He knows what he's doing is dangerous and self-destructive, but he's alone and he's home, so it's okay.

(And when that impulse almost kills Wu Yu, when the car drives them off the road and into the hands of the bad guys, it destroys him more than the accident and kidnapping)

The next time he says "I'm home," he very pointedly corrals Wu Yu into staying at his apartment. Yes, he's going to work. No, Wu Yu can't follow because he's still under 'confinement'. No, Wu Yu can't go to his own apartment, he has to stay at Bu Chonghua's. If Wu Yu leaves, then he wouldn't be able to discuss the interrogation when he gets back from work, right? Bu Chonghua shouldn't even have left the hospital, but he's pulled Wu Yu back from the dragon swallowing abyss, from Wu Yu's own self destructiveness, and he selfishly wants to keep Wu Yu there.

Of course, he really can't stop Wu Yu from leaving. When he comes back and says "I'm home!" there's no one there. The apartment is empty and dark (and Wu Yu hates the dark), and he's checked the guest room and everywhere just to be sure that maybe, just maybe, Wu Yu had fallen asleep and hadn't left. That he's not coming back to an empty apartment. Then he sees the light cracked under the door to the study. Wu Yu is asleep, curled up on the piano with a book. The lights are on. It's not an empty apartment. And the relief that hits Bu Chonghua nearly staggers him.

The third time he says "I'm home!" he told Wu Yu to stay at his apartment. He gave his key to Wu Yu. (You still left things at my place. You should just meet me there to pick them up and we can have dinner, then I'll send you back. Stay there. Stay please.) This time, the apartment really is empty. Wu Yu isn't there. There's no one but the framed picture of his parents. Wu Yu isn't answering his phone, and when he calls the office to find out where Wu Yu is, he learns that Wu Yu has taken leave. He's gone back to his old workplace and Bu Chonghua looks at his empty apartment then texts Wu Yu that's he's going to Yundian too. And he's in the car, pulling out to do just that, but there's Wu Yu holding a bag of take out on the corner in the rain.

They go back and eat the take out together.

Wu Yu is as determined to not mooch off his boss as his boss is determined to keep him, so he cooks, shooing Bu Chonghua out of the kitchen. "It's the first time I've ever cooked for someone," he says as Bu Chonghua ignores how incredibly unhealthy it all is and eats what Wu Yu made for him. Wu Yu laughs because Yan Xie's presents are truly terrible, but Bu Chonghua never threw them out, and his apartment isn't empty. He's home.

But wanting and having are two different things. When Wu Yu leaves again, this time determined, Bu Chonghua forces his way into Wu Yu's apartment, because he knows Wu Yu is there instead of at home. Wu Yu hilariously compares him to the Prince visiting Cinderella (and I have another rant for another day about Wu Yu's Cinderella complex) in his backward little apartment, but Bu Chonghua insists on doing the dishes, ignoring when Wu Yu tries to stop him, because he doesn't have a dishwasher and Prince Charming has to wash them all by hand.

When Wu Yu determines there's only one bed, and that one bed is not actually going to work for two grown men, he sets a mat on the floor for himself, trying to give Bu Chonghua the bed. Bu Chonghua bullies him into taking the bed, then has the nerve to say, 'I'm sleeping on the floor. That's what you get for not coming home.' And Wu Yu has to deal with the fact his boss is sleeping on his floor.

Wu Yu can't sleep though, not with the lights off and too many things to think about. He moves to give Bu Chonghua his blanket, and Bu Chonghua, who has all the swag that his cousin doesn't, captures his Cinderella. ('If you don't say anything, I'm going to kiss you.' Captain Bu, please.)

When Bu Chonghua pauses at the door, because his colleague had been bragging about how he didn't even have to unlock the door, his wife just opened it when she heard him coming and he thinks that it's probably a little too ridiculous, even for a fantasy. But then Wu Yu opens the door, teasing him about if his finger was broken that he couldn't unlock the door himself, and his apartment is lit up and bright and warm. And he's home.

When Wu Yu kisses him, then punches him hard in the face because it was Bu Chonghua who left home first this time, ("Things that are not used only take up space." Wu Yu, talking about cutting Bu Chonghua's dick off like the power bottom he is. I actually do have quite a few thoughts on service top sub Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu taking control. It's a pity I'm too ace to write them.) his apology is that if Wu Yu had known he wouldn't have the courage to take the risk. ("It takes a lot of courage to clear your name for you," Wu Yu rightly retorts, but admittedly, this plot has been in the making since before he entered Bu Chonghua's life again.) He's so happy to have his home back, even when he can't go home.

When everything is revealed, when the pumpkin finally turns back into a carriage and it's all tumbled down, when Bu Chonghua has to chase after Wu Yu, running head first into an explosion and a flood because he just wants to hold Wu Yu's hand one more time, when Wu Yu asks 'Are you taking me home?' Bu Chonghua's answer is 'No, I don't have to take you. Where you are is my home.'

Wu Yu's true name meaning 'to return/to come home' makes me feral, ngl.

Because this is what Bu Chonghua wanted more than anything else. Wu Yu appeared in his life the day he lost his family - his home. And only when Wu Yu has returned, his home is no longer an empty apartment, but family again.

#This is Mem's life #Huai Shang #Swallowing the Seas #meta and things #yeah I'm still not over gay coproganda #yeah I'm still making it everyone else's problem until someone joins me #I can go one month before rereading - yeeeeeeeeeeeeah #Month is almost done?#and it was only the manhua #not the novels themselves #and like I said to be fair bilibili is taking everything down on the 29th #I had to read it again before then #That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it

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attorney-anon · 3 months

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Overstimulation at Work

So, at my firm, we have weekly docket meetings, where we go over the firm's cases one by one to discuss their status, deadlines, upcoming settings, and any tasks that need to be accomplished. This is good practice; it helps make sure that no one slips entirely through the cracks.

We recently shifted to doing docket in the morning instead of the afternoon. The issue I have with morning docket is that docket is long and loud and people keep vaping and I don't like the smell of vapes goddammit. With an afternoon docket, this is distressing but fine - ultimately, I would just go home to decompress. In the morning, however, I don't have that option: my workday doesn't end until 5p, but I still come out of docket overstimulated.

Ultimately, I don't think there's much I can do to prevent my post-docket overstimulation from reducing my productivity: I bill less when I'm overstimulated, and I have not found a solution for this. What I do have is a few ways to cope with this, however, and limit how severely I spiral.

Fidget toys. I've said it once, and I'll say it a million times: Having a solution for my overstimulation is key. I can't curl up in a blanket in my bed in comfy PJs, but I can stock my purse with the kinds of fidgets I like when I'm overstimulated.

Routines. I make a point of billing for docket meeting right when it's over - I go through my notes, take note of any cases that I should bill on (I only bill for docket when I am primary on a case, or when I am receiving specific instructions for it), and enter my billing entries. This process helps solidify in my brain that docket is done and will not continue being overstimulating.

Breaks. I allow myself to take 10-15 minute completely non-productive breaks anytime the feeling of overstimulation starts affecting me physically: Heart's racing? Breaktime. Can't fully empty my lungs? Breaktime. Shaking? Breaktime. Wanna cry? Breaktime. Need to not think? Breaktime.

Clothes. My particular firm's dress code is pretty rules-light for days where I don't have court or a client meeting. So, for docket days, I make an effort to dress comfy so that I don't have clothing-related sensory issues on top of the others I know I will be dealing with.

Being ND in the legal field means a lot of self-led accommodations. Like, yes, sometimes your employer will need to make specific allowances, but sometimes you have to adapt on your own as well by remembering to give yourself the tools and slack you need.

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The Things You Do - Feysand

Feyre isn't sure when work crept up and consumed her and Rhys's lives. It's been a long, hard week at work, and Rhys is still away on a business trip. Of course, how could a little distance prevent him from checking in on his wife?

Fluff, 2.7k words.

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Feyre’s day was not going well.

She considered herself an easygoing person, and knew how to roll with the punches. After everything she had been through, she had to.

But it really had been the week from hell. From work budget cuts to a minor PR crisis she dealt with even though it wasn’t her job, to a burst pipe in their house’s basement, she dealt with one problem after another.

And that was only the first three days of the week.

Today was Thursday, and she had desperately hoped things would go well. But the day had started with a ridiculous traffic jam, even for Velaris’s notoriously heavy traffic. The bottleneck on the interstate wasn’t going anywhere fast, and it made her late for work and a meeting with her newest client.

After that, she discovered that her hapless intern had forgotten to email new design concepts for a different company, meaning she spent twenty minutes placating the customer over an angry phone call. Once her boss had found out, she had taken a verbal beating from her too.

It had taken ages for Feyre to build up a relationship with Winter Publishing, and now she had to do damage control. She internally berated herself for letting such an important task slip through the cracks and fall into the hands of an intern.

Combine that with a spilled cup of coffee and noisy construction across the street that left her with a headache, and she was mentally checked out by lunch.

And to make matters a little worse, Rhys was away on yet another business trip and wouldn’t be back for another two days. She didn’t begrudge him for the constant traveling, knowing it was only temporary as the company did some restructuring. But it really sucked. They had been texting back and forth all day, lamenting their respective situations.

Rhys: Good morning! How is the most beautiful woman in the world doing today?

Feyre: I miss you and your shameless flattery.

ready for this week to be over.

How are you??

Rhys: on my way to get coffee before the conference starts, I’ll need it to get through today. But we’re finally starting to make progress on the negotiations I was telling you about.

Is today off to a good start?

Feyre: not exactly, i’m stuck in traffic. Alis is going to strangle me.

this is so frustrating

I’m already late for a meeting

Rhys: Ugh that’s awful, I’m sorry

Feyre: finally moved a tiny bit!!!! Stuck again now though

I’m sorry for the rant, how are you? Is that Keir guy still being an ass?

Rhys: No, we finally got him to back down yesterday and I think we’ll compromise. But I’m so ready to be done with this trip & come home to you. Also, the continental breakfast at this hotel is terrible.

Any luck with traffic?

Feyre: the breakfast can’t be any worse than what I make haha.

also no. still stuck.

Rhys: I miss you too, and your breakfasts. I love you – you’re going to kick today’s ass!

Feyre: I love you too.

And on and on, they had texted back and forth. Her texts got less peppy and increasingly irritated as each disaster struck. She felt bad about unloading on him, but today was absolutely kicking her ass. Irritation clung to her like a bad cough, and it was an effort to keep from snapping at people who didn’t deserve it – and even the ones he did.

Rhys’s texts had been a welcome form of encouragement, but as the hours passed by they slowed and stopped altogether.

Feyre knew not to take it personally; he was at work. She shouldn’t have been on her phone either and was risking another scolding from her boss. Still, she selfishly missed the one thing that had made her day a little better. They had both been so busy lately – she had been taking on extra clients at her firm, and Rhys was traveling more than ever. He had been on countless trips over the past few months, making their relationship feel like it was long distance half the time.

She gazed out her window, which only gave her a view of the construction across the street, and stifled a groan.

She liked her job. She really did. Only not on weeks like this.

5:00 rolled around, and Feyre glanced up to see her colleagues gathering their things and heading home for the night. Even the construction settled down and left her in peace.

She debated heading home too. The headache still pulsed in the back of her skull. But the pile of work would only be bigger tomorrow, and it wasn’t as though she had any plans for the night.

Fuck it.

This extra work had better get her noticed by management.

Feyre slouched in her chair, kicked off her heels, and opened the newest email in her inbox.

An hour and a half later, her head still throbbed, and her eyes were starting to burn under the harsh fluorescent lighting. The pile of work had barely shrunk, but she would combust if she stayed around another minute.

Shoving her heels back on with a grimace, Feyre killed the power on her computer and grabbed her purse. When she picked up her phone, she saw she had missed a message from about an hour before.

Rhys: How was work?

Feyre: Just leaving now. I hope you survived the day too. Can we call tonight?

She hit send and tossed her phone in her purse. The office door closed behind her with a click.

It was time to head home.

On the walk to the elevator, Feyre debated the merits of picking up takeout on her way, but that seemed like more work. If Rhys had been around, he probably would have been beckoning her home with the promise of a backrub and dinner in the oven.

Cauldron, he had her spoiled. She would have to manage on her own for the night.

She probably had a frozen pizza at home, and a bottle of wine too. Maybe she could invite Mor over for a girl’s night. Though a little nap on the couch first would be nice.

She listened to the elevator’s tinny ping as it cleared the ninth floor, then the eighth, down, down, down, until she reached the parking garage. Feet still aching, she didn’t hesitate to hurry over and pop the car into drive. Then began the commute home in rush-hour traffic.

Her phone remained silent for the majority of the drive until she was about fifteen minutes away.

Ping

The screen lit up, and Feyre waited until she was stopped at a stoplight to check the message.

Rhys: Talk soon!

At long last, Feyre pulled into their driveway. The neighborhood was busy at this time of day. People were coming home for the day and leaving for the night. Across the street, a gaggle of kids kicked around a soccer ball, and the family at the corner was having a barbeque.

There would be no such activities at the quiet Nox-Archeron house tonight. Feyre clicked the garage door opener as she rolled up, waiting as the motor rumbled to life and the door opened.

Her spot was empty, as expected.

But the stall next to hers was occupied by Rhys’s black BMW.

She was sure it was his. Who else knew the passcode for the garage door?

As she pulled into her spot and shifted into park, Feyre could see the silhouette of the bat-shaped air freshener through the tinted windows. Another glance confirmed that the license plate was his.

Rhys’s car was supposed to be parked at the airport for the next two days. She had felt terrible about making him drive himself to the airport, but he had insisted it was easier, and – none of that mattered now, what was his car doing in their garage?

Had there been some kind of emergency? But he had texted only a few minutes ago.

Yanking the keys out of the ignition and fumbling with her door, she sprang out of the car and rushed to the garage door, nearly tripping on the steps. It was unlocked, as it only was when one of them was home.

She cracked it open. Light poured in from inside, but no sounds betrayed a presence.

“Rhys?” she asked tentatively, walking in and rounding the corner to the kitchen and –

Rhys.

Standing there, in flesh and blood. She scanned him up and down to look for any signs of distress or injury, but saw none. There was only her husband with his tousled hair, loosened tie, and a broad smile.

“Welcome home, darling!” he said cheerily.

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that? What are you doing home – why didn’t you say something?” she asked as she pulled him in for a hug, savoring the feel of his warm, broad figure against hers. He hugged her back tightly, arms wrapping around her torso as he leaned down and pressed his face into the crook of her neck.

“I came home early,” he said into her shoulder as he let her out of the embrace. Feyre let her arms fall away but reached out for his hand.

“Why?”

“Because I’m sick of being gone all the time, and you’ve been having a terrible time for the past few days, and it’s not right that I’m not able to be here for you.”

Feyre shook her head, guilt coursing through her. “Rhys, I appreciate the sentiment, I’ve missed you like crazy, and I’m so happy you’re here, but – what? Do you still have a job?”

He nodded ruefully. “Of course, that’s your first concern. Yes, I still have a job. I informed my boss that my further employment had some stipulations.”

She nodded. “Good – good.”

Rhys frowned. “You know that if I had quit, I could have found something else. I’ve gotten offers recently, my skills are in huge demand if I do say so myself.”

It was the kind of confidence that could only come from someone who had spent their life being solidly upper-middle-class, but Feyre wasn’t even upset about that. She bit her lip, willing tears not to fall as she clutched his broad hand.

“I know you could have found something else, but that’s not it. Rhys, no matter what you say, I know you care about this job. You care about the people you help with it. The last thing I want to do is be some kind of burden on you and everything you’re capable of.”

He wagged a finger at her, frowning. “What have we talked about? You’re my wife, and you’re never a bother or a burden. Our family is more important than work. I’ve been gone more days than I’ve been home the last couple of months, and I’m sick of it.”

Right – right. When she had first met Rhys and his friends, she had realized she had some self-worth issues thanks to a rough childhood and a string of bad relationships. Therapy and Rhys’s gentle reminders helped, but she couldn’t always beat back the tide.

It was just –

He had flown across the country. Skipped out on the rest of a trip he was most certainly not supposed to skip. To come home to her after the week from hell.

Who did that? And how had she gotten so lucky?

Really, it was such a typical Rhys thing to do, she didn’t know why she was so shocked.

“How did you even manage to get here in time?”

“I finished up with Kier around noon, realized we were both sad and missing each other not long after that, so I gave my boss an ultimatum. Told him he needed to respect my requests and my time or I would walk. When I took this job, I didn’t sign up for this much travel, and every time there seems to be an end in sight, the deadlines just get extended.”

“Rhys!” Feyre exclaimed, disbelief coursing through her.

“We’ve talked about how I’ve been unhappy there!” Rhys defended. “If I hadn’t confronted him then, I would have sometime soon. I wouldn’t have taken it hard if he kicked me to the curb. Luckily, I’m the only one Keir will negotiate somewhat fairly with, so he agreed. There was a 2:30 flight heading back here, so I booked it to the airport and got back here – “ he glanced at the clock – “about half an hour ago. I was banking on your workaholic tendencies to make you stay late. I didn’t have time to cook, but I got takeout from your favorite.”

After he mentioned it, she could smell the Italian spices of her favorite pasta wafting through the air. It was almost overwhelming. Rhys had moved mountains to come home to her after she had complained about a shitty day at work, and he had still managed to get her favorite lunch. Tears started to well up in her eyes, and her cheeks blazed.

She swiped at her eyes to keep the tears at bay, but of course, Rhys was there again, cupping her cheek in one hand and resting the other on her waist.

“Hey, hey –“ he said gently. “What’s wrong?”

She sniffled, still trying to hold the tears back. “I just – I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as amazing as you. I mean, you do all this just for me? You always go so above and beyond what I ever expect, and I’m still trying to understand how you’re willing to give up so much for me. I mean, you got home and I wasn’t even here. I know it – it sounds so silly, we’re married and all.”

He shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. Feyre, you spent years around people who didn’t love you the way you deserve. I want to do this for you – I’d give up a thousand work trips for you. I never want either of our jobs to become first in our relationship, and I know you don’t want it that way either. But you want to talk about going above and beyond? You go above and beyond for me all the time. Feyre, you’re everything to me. You’re kind and clever, and wonderful. And I’ll spend every day making sure you know it.”

That only made her cry harder, and she leaned forward and buried her head in his chest as the sobs bubbled up. Rhys stroked her hair for a minute, unsure of her reaction until he made out a murmured “thank you.”

“I know you want to do all this, and that’s why I love you.” She raised her head, blue eyes meeting his violet ones. Her voice was shaky, but she kept on.

“Ten years ago, I never would have dreamed I could come home to someone who would be waiting by the door with I love yous, or cooking dinner for me, or – “she chuckled through the tears – “somehow flying back from Hybern for me. Or any of the thousand other things you’ve done. There was a time when I thought nobody would notice if I came or left. I never thought my future would hold someone who made time for me like this, and…what I’m trying to say is that I’m grateful for you. For all of it. Every one of your ridiculously sweet grand gestures, and the little things you do.”

“I’ll keep doing them as long as you’ll have me, darling,” Rhys said softly, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheeks.

She was amazed at how he did that – made her feel loved, wanted, adored, with even just the simplest of gestures.

“I’ll always have you,” she replied, giving him a soft kiss in return.

Feyre pulled away and swiped at the remaining tears. She was sure she looked a mess, but Rhys beckoned to the kitchen.

“Dinner is on. Let’s eat before it gets cold?”

“That sounds wonderful,” Feyre agreed, feeling her stomach grumble slightly.

“That’s my girl,” Rhys said with one of the soft smiles reserved just for her. Feyre let her husband take her hand and lead her into the kitchen, where takeout was waiting.

AN: If you made it this far, thank you! This has been sitting finished in my drafts for a while. I have mixed feelings about how it turned out, but it's been a pretty awful day, and I hope I can brighten some of yours with this little piece of fluff. The title is taken from certified banger "You Make Loving Fun" by Fleetwood Mac.

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