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artflameball · 2 years
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Cat Law states that if a cat sits on you because you are warm you will Stay There and Not Move until freed from captivity
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cozylittleartblog · 3 months
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hey, so I'm trying to figure out what places would be good to sell my own art at, and I'm wondering- what has been your experience with selling on etsy? I've heard mixed reviews from people, and I want to know your perspective as an etsy seller.
etsy is not perfect but i think it gets a little more shit than it deserves, i've thought about opening my own website but generally i'm actually pretty okay with the services i get on etsy compared to what it costs so i'm just gonna make a subjective pros/cons list for you under the cut (because its loooong)
oh and if anyone else has experience selling on etsy and would like to add their two cents in the replies/reblogs please do!
Pros
⭐ The search function - this is etsy's biggest selling point. it already has a dedicated userbase of millions of people and a search feature to help them find your shop, which takes a lot of the load of marketing off your shoulders, and marketing is a huge factor for pushing sales. i am not good at marketing and a lot of my sales just come from people searching my stuff up lol
⭐ Purchase protection program - if USPS loses or damages your package, you file a missing package report and they confirm they don't know where it is, Etsy will refund your buyers order out of their own pocket (under $250). this is my favorite etsy feature because USPS likes to eat packages every now and again. delicious keychains. if you had your own storefront, you'd just have to replace the order yourself.
⭐ Share & Save program - every time someone makes an order on your shop through a special Share & Save link, etsy will refund you 4% of the fees. it's a nice perk to doing some of your own marketing and it helps combat the moderately high etsy fees!
Trackable letter mail - selling stickers but think it's insane to charge $4 shipping? you can buy letter mail labels for about the rate of regular postage, which is like .65c. this tracking is done through etsy though so you can't track with usps, but it does give customers a little peace of mind. this only works in the 50 US states though.
Customs forms built into your shipping label - shipping internationally is a nightmare. etsy makes it easy though, generating everything you need to ship internationally on one label that you just have to sign and date and slap on your package like normal. for some countries they will actually just have your package sent to a domestic facility where they literally do all that for you. this is miles easier than having to do all that paperwork yourself.
buy shipping labels directly from etsy - related point, and just what it says on the tin. when you fulfill an order, you can buy your labels right there on Etsy so you don't have to mess around with a third party website. it comes out of your sale funds so you don't need to charge a card or a bank account or anything.
star seller program - some people say this is completely useless but i actually disagree! it's incredibly easy to earn this badge, and it lets buyers know you've got some of the best products, shipping, and customer service around. it helps you stand out from some of the more... questionable shops on the website.
sales tax - they remit sales tax for you. i don't think any of the other online platforms similar to etsy do this but i could be wrong. doing any kind of taxes sucks so i consider it a perk if they do it for you.
website promotions - every now and again etsy likes to host sales out of their own pocket. you get all the perks of having a sale without eating into ur profit margin. HUGE sale booster
generally the site is just very easy to learn and use and it's very beginner and dumbass friendly. i say this as a former beginner and current dumbass 👍
Cons
❌ the fees. oogh the fees. they claim it's just a 6.5% fee per sale, but on top of that you have to pay .20c automatically for every individual item you sell, plus there are processing fees (3% + .25c) that apply both to the item you sold AND the cost of shipping. i think it comes out to like 10% total in fees on average @ > @
❌ but wait, there's more fees! if you make more than $10k in sales a year (very easy number to hit actually) you are forced to participate in offsite ads, which i believe takes 15% of your total sale on top of the fees in the previous point. these kinds of sales are not as common as you'd think, but it's still annoying having a couple bucks shaved off your profits a few times a month because of them.
corporate bullshit - etsy is like renting a space in a mall. you don't own your lot, nor the mall itself, so if upper management decides to make any stupid ass decisions, you just have to deal with it or pick up and move. if they decide to raise fees again, you just gotta Deal. you are a little bit helpless on this website unfortunately
the push for discounts - etsy is constantly shoving it in your face that they want you to do discounts. they want you to have free shipping on orders over $35, they want you to do 25% off or more on sales, they want you to have returning customer discounts and abandoned cart discounts and 'you recently favorited this item' discounts - but you already have to compete with the steep fees, and when a customer gets free shipping, you still owe USPS that $4-ish bucks to send the package. you don't have to do any of this, but they do reward participating shops by favoring them in the algorithm and search results, so you can feel like you're missing out.
there aren't as many cons imo but they Are steeper cons. generally etsy is very beginner friendly and easy to get into and set up, and in spite of everything i do actually recommend everyone looking to get into online retail start on etsy and perhaps move to other platforms in the future. plus, you can combat all the fees by just... making your prices a dollar or two higher than you initially wanted to, and using your 'save and share' link as frequently as possible. the fees are a little bit much, but you have to think about what you get in exchange:
the search is invaluable, you could argue the fees are partially a marketing budget lmao. if you have a private website you alone have to push traffic to your website, and not as many people know about things like shopify and bigcartel so they might not be as trusting putting their card details into it. i miss out on a lot of REALLY COOL STUFF because artists only advertise on instagram and i don't hear about them, meanwhile if i want some cool owl house stuff i can literally just search that in etsy and find a lot of TOH stuff super easily. i cannot highlight enough how GOOD the search function is, especially in this day and age where social media like instagram and twitter will blacklist your posts if you say words like 'shop' or 'sale' and now nobody can find your stuff in that website's search either. its very hard to do your own marketing now a days :(
being able to refund customer's lost orders out of the company's pocket is such a nice thing to fall back on if you have to and worth its weight in fees. USPS lost like... four or five packages of mine in december. that's like $100 or more worth of stuff that Etsy Covered Completely, and a lot of the times the customer will take that refund to make their order again. don't abuse this system, make sure you check with usps that the package is actually Gone, but it's a godsend when you don't make billions of dollars and eating the cost of lost orders would otherwise sting a bit.
if etsy did not make international shipping easy i simply would not ship anywhere but the US to be honest. shipping to europe is still a headache though but that's because europe is stupid
that's everything i can think of, but tl;dr yes please open an etsy 👍 i recommend it completely in spite of everything
⭐ if anyone wants to open their own etsy shop, use my referral link to make your first 40 listings for free! :)c ⭐
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dairy-farmer · 8 hours
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Ooooh~ Had a THOUGHT(TM)~☆! Accidental Meta Powers Groping Au! :D
Consider all the Weird Shit(tm) Batman gets exposed to during the course of your standard Superheroic Adventure. Goo and Rays and Beams, curses and countercurses. Gods. Alien nonsense. It's A LOT for the body to handle!
He goes away to help the JLA on some Alien Distress call. Gets VERY fucked up. Big ouch. Might not make it. But he saved the building full of kids he was trying to evacuate and stopped the alien's planet from being blown up.
So? They make an exception for him. Since he's their HERO.
They use their Super Advanced Alien Healing Pod on him. Don't worry buddy! We scanned the OTHER human with you and know what a healthy human looks like! We can fix you!
Problem? That other human? A dumbass. So worried about Batman... they forgot that THEY were Meta and HE was NOT.
And Batman is a little too unconscious and full of holes that shouldn't be there to remind anybody. #OhNo.
Bruce wakes up on the flight back. Feels a decade younger. Which he SHOULD because the Meta Dumbass is in his TWENTIES. You dense, dense mother-fucker! Bruce has VISABLY lost a DECADE. He wants to hit him.
A chair flies from next to him, directly at the guys head.
What.
He's telekinetic. WHY does he have telekinesis? Meta Dumbass starts sweating. It's... a long flight.
Worse? Green Lantern stayed behind to help organize relief efforts. It'll be AT LEAST a year before he's back and can get Bruce back to normal. He knows, because he strong arms a deep space video call.
They kinda used their LAST function pod on him. Great honor and all that. Are horrified they fucked up. But can't fix anything until the planet is less... flattened.
Bruce breathes. Remembers his meditation training. This is Fine(tm). He understands. Take your time, not your fault. He's just gonna have to get this under control until it can be fixed.
Problem is? It responds to his thoughts. Usually before he's aware he's having them. Thirsty? Here's a drink. Vaguely tired? Chairs. Note to self? Why not ACTUAL notes? Pen and paper!
He gets home EXHAUSTED. Explains what happened to Alfred. Not so much Tim, but Tim overhears, since he's eating dinner in the room. Weird things happen and things moving? Don't be alarmed. Just Bruce. Got it.
Tim feels someone ruffle his hair. Hug him.
Bruce is across the room and already turning away. Ah. Better not mention it. He's already jumpy around affection. Barely getting better. If he thought even THINKING about stuff like that was bad? Because it would "betray him"? Yeeeeah, hard pass, Tim decides. Besides. Hugs are nice, even if Bruce doesn't know he's giving them.
But of course~ Bruce is obsessive. His thoughts fixate and spiral. Tim gets used too, very quickly, the panicked pat-downs by hands that arent there, looking for injury. The lingering holds on the back of his uniform, ready to drag him back from danger or jumps Bruce doesn't think he can make. The hair ruffles. The almost needy, full body hugs.
Touches no one can see. That Bruce doesn't realize just WANTING, makes happen.
Tim has a great Party Mask. Has long been able to ignore choking suits and pinching shoes, the exhaustion, all the bruises from chasing his idols, and keep his face serene. This is no different.
Then the classic Go Wrong. Our beloved Ivy.
No place for Robins. So Bruce goes alone. Saves the day. But is hit, as usual. An unfortunate reality of her escapes. Has already hit himself with the counter-agent... but... he suspects this might be a new strain. It wasn't as effective as it should be.
He stumbles out of the car and into the emergency wash. Tim is there to help him get upstairs, as he all but falls out. It's a mistake.
There are hands and tounges, licking and groping and sucking EVERYWHERE, the second Bruce locks eyes on him. Digging into and worshipping places NO ONE has ever touched before, so hard his legs lock up and he freezes. He can barely move. Doesn't know what expression he's making but knows he's choking on the noises he's trying hard NOT to make.
They collapse half way to the stairs. Bruce pulling him into a vice tight hug, panting against a shoulder, as he trembles and refuses to give into what he so badly wants to DO to him. Not realizing he already IS. That fingers and tounges are working his holes open. Plunging in and in and IN. Finding things and grinding.
Tim can only shake and try to suck in air. Try not to let the noises out. Because he's afraid if he gives in, he won't be able to STOP. Everything's gotten so wet. He can't move. It's too much, all at once. Feels good but is scary. But Bruce is here. And he's trying NOT too. Not his fault. And, and-!
Alfred saves them. Is able to haul Bruce up and off to his room. Give Tim an anti-agent.
Because he got "exposed" too. Helping Bruce.
He doesn't argue, even if the shot makes him feel sick for a while. But, the thing IS? Bruce has become... AWARE of him, now. Because now the hands massage and stroke. He feels them palm his chest or butt, just to tease or squeeze a bit.
And after patrol? When they go to BED? Tim has to read Bruce's mood. Decide if he wants to stay at the Manor or his house. Because? When Bruce his stressed? He... relieves it. Perfectly normal, of course. But his THOUGHTS? Tim knows they're of him.
Because he feels them.
And he... he doesn't know if he's READY. It was so, so MUCH.
But of course, Bruce is better at hiding things then even HE is. And eventually he slips up. Is staying over. When one moment he is getting comfy, the next? Hands are pining him to the bed. His own pajamas used to muffle him, pushed up and out of the way. So mouths that aren't there can tease and abuse his nipples. Lick his skin like they want to devour him.
Go lower and lower. Pajama pants gone and hands holding him wide. For the world and no one at all to see. Bruce's clashing thoughts and desires meaning Tim gets both. Fingers teasing him AND mouth eating him out. Squeeling and panting, thrashing but unable to escape. His orgasms secondary to the fantasy happening a few rooms over.
Having a tounge fuck him even as fingers do. His chest being teased. Being able to HEAR the wet shlick noises and see his skin react. Feeling his hole being held open for something BIGGER. His ass being teased. Bruce unable to decide but turned on none the less.
Filled up, his first time on a cock that isn't even THERE. And, oh. Tim feels good and terrible and so FULL. Then it's moving and it's just good and full. Pounding all the good parts. Punching little noises out of him. And he wish it wasn't the powers. That Bruce was HERE doing it. But it's GOOD. And he ends up gushing wet and boneless.
LOVES Bruce's Stress Relief nights. Would go over and HELP if he could.
But Bruce is still affection shy. And Tim is still working on that. But hey.
Now Tim has a goal.
(And is DEVASTATED when they fix Bruce's "Gene Spliced Problem" even if he won't say why.)
-🐼🐼🐼
bruce using his surprise psychic powers to molest tim 🤭
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justablah56 · 2 years
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I wrote a thing :)
read it on Ao3 here
Sooo, have this little analogical roommates au that I decided to make up for this one specific oneshot (unless people like this au and want me to write more for it) !! Little bit of context, in this au all the sides are roommates, don't ask me how it works unless you want my very specific way that it looks and works out in my head so there's that. I'm just writing about these two gay dumbasses because them <3 :)
There's no trigger warnings for this fic, it's all fluff today. and for a bit of mostly irrelevant info, I have decided that Logan gets to be 5' 4 and Virgil gets to be 6' 5. because fuck you, tall Virgil and short Logan rights. also Virgil is definitely a tummy appreciator, and Logan just happens to have a tummy, I don't make the rules. and as per usual in my fics, Virgil uses they/them pronouns :)
Logan woke up groggy and exhausted. He had stayed up probably a little too late last night, and now his brain wouldn't even give him the mercy of sleeping in. Rather, it had woken him up earlier than normal. 4:03 in the morning to be exact, having gone to sleep not even 2 hours previously. 
In summary, Logan was miserable. He even tried to go back to sleep, but after 27 minutes it was evident that it wasn't going to happen, so he decided it was about time he actually woke up.
He got up, slipping his glasses on, but not bothering to put on a shirt or change out of his baggy grey sweatpants. After all, it wasn't like anyone else was going to be awake this early.
He left his room for the kitchen to make some coffee for himself with the hopes that it would give him the energy to function properly.
After his coffee was done, he sat himself down on one of the chairs in front of the counter. Zoning out and just barely aware of anything else that was happening around him other than the steaming mug of coffee in his hand.
His mug was half empty before he really started to gain consciousness, and he noticed that there was something on the chair he was sitting on. He really only noticed since the chair, which usually was quite uncomfortable honestly, was now... not uncomfortable?
Whatever it was, it was pretty warm. And soft. And it smelled quite nice now that he thought about it. 
He was still tired enough that this didn't register to his sleep deprived brain as anything important enough to divert actual thought into. So, of course, he continued drinking his coffee and just enjoying the comforting smell, feeling relaxed and content. 
Virgil on the other hand, woke up that morning, feeling... off. They weren't sure exactly why. Well, that wasn't particularly unusual, being anxiety they often felt like something was wrong. But hey, if it was anything important they were sure they'd figure it out.
They got up out of bed, and then they realized what was wrong. Their hoodie was not hanging up where they always made sure to put it before bed. Fuck, this was not good. Not only were they going to be cold all day, but they wouldn't have their hoodie. And that also meant that they'd have to ask the others if any of them had seen it.
Well, wait a minute, no it didn't. They could find it themself. They always woke up earlier than everyone else, so maybe, just maybe, they'd be able to find it before anyone else woke up. It was still only 5 am, so they had two-to-three hours before anyone else was due to wake up, assuming everyone else didn't suddenly decide to differentiate from their usual schedule.
They would start with their room obviously, it was the most likely place after all, and then they would check the living room, and they could work it out after that. It was unlikely that it was anywhere else, really. There weren't a lot of places they was comfortable taking his hoodie off.
Well, they might as well start looking, it's not like the hoodie would find itself.
It wasn't until Logan had finished his coffee 30 minutes later that his brain finally caught up to his unusually comfortable chair and decided to actually look and see what he was sitting on. He turned back to see... Virgil's jacket?
What was that doing here? Virgil never went anywhere without their jacket, it was unlike them to just leave it lying around. They must've just forgotten it. Somehow. Virgil never just forgot their hoodie, Logan had never even seen them without it on! Something must've happened.
Well... Virgil would likely want to know where their jacket was when they woke up, so Logan should keep it on him, right? It was purely so that Virgil could get their hoodie back as quickly as possible. Obviously. 
And therefore, it would only make sense for him to just wear it, then he wouldn't misplace it and he could just give it to Virgil once they woke up! Yes, that's what he would do, it was a perfectly great plan with no alternative motives. Of course.
Logan sighed. Well, there was no point in attempting to reason himself into believing that there was a decent reason he wanted to put on the hoodie, he knew why (though hed never admit it, of course) and he also knew he was going to do it anyway, so there was no point trying to give it an explanation. 
He slipped the hoodie over his shoulders was immediately struck by how warm it was. Virgil must've had some sort of heating mechanism in it to keep it that way if it was still warm after being left out all night (presumably). That thought was immediately followed by how good it smelled. It didn't really have a discernable smell, other than just... Virgil.
No no. None of that. Just because he didn't have the optimum amount of sleep didn't mean he had to get all... feelings-y. So the next reasonable thing to do was continue with his morning routine. After all, waking up early doesn't mean he gets to mess up his whole schedule. Meaning that he had to get up from the counter to continue with his morning routine. 
He dragged himself out of the chair, not bothering to zip up the jacket, but he did bother pulling the sleeve over his hand and bringing it to his nose to get another smell of the hoodie. Of Virgil. No. Stop. It didn't have anything to do with it smelling like Virgil specifically, it just smelled good. Virgil just (objectively) smelled good! It's an objective fact that Logan has no biases toward. Obviously. 
The next thing he realized upon getting up from his chair was how big Virgil's hoodie was on him. Virgil already liked wearing large clothes, not to mention the fact that they were by no means short, standing a good foot or so taller than Logan himself. So putting those facts together meant that the hoodie went just above his knees, effectively keeping his bare torso warm (which was the only reason his face was red, thank you very much).
He then rinsed out his coffee mug, and started some toast. After all, breakfast was an important part of one's day. He really should've started it when he started his coffee like he did normally, but given that normally he didn't only get 2 hours of sleep, he felt he had at least a bit of leeway. 
A few minutes later his toast popped up and Logan got the jelly out to put on it. He rolled up the sleeves on Virgil's jacket, it would do no good to get jelly on their jacket of course, and quickly prepared his little breakfast.
After he finished the slice of toast he made a quick stop by his room for a book to read for the next hour or so. Seeing as most of today's schedule depended on the others being able to help, he might as well use this free time to do something he actually enjoys.
He settled himself on the couch against one of the armrests and began to read.
Fuck. Virgil had spent the last hour checking every nook and cranny of their room and, lo and behold, their hoodie was nowhere to be found. Which meant, that they now had to go outside their room to search for it, with only one more hour to check the rest of the mindscape before everyone was supposed to wake up.
Well. They'd better hurry then. They pulled a shirt on, and slipped out their door towards the commons. 
The sight they were met with as they reached the top of the stairs was enough to stop them in their tracks.
Right there. On the couch. Was Logan. Wearing their hoodie. Now, if it had been literally anyone else, Virgil would undoubtedly be at least a bit upset, but when it came to Logan, all they could do was stare as they felt their face heat up. 
Logan was curled up leaning against the arm of the couch, one hoodie-concealed hand pressed to his face, the other holding his book open. And as if just the sight of Logan drowning in their hoodie wasn't enough to leave them a gay mess, he didn't have a shirt on. 
At this point in time Virgil would like to pride themself on not passing out, because it was then that Logan seemed to deem it time to stop reading. He put in his bookmark and proceeded to stretch his arms up over his head, closing his eyes and yawning as Virgil's hoodie slipped over his bare chest.
Virgil's eyes went wide and were immediately drawn to the small pouch that was Logan's stomach. Goddamn it- why did Logan have to be so fucking cute and why did Virgil have to be so fucking gay.
It was then that Logan relaxed his arms and opened his eyes. Which wasn't the best thing when Virgil was currently standing completely and utterly still, enamored with just Logan, within Logan's vision field now that he wasn't focused on his book.
After Logan had finished a couple chapters, he decided that he should probably actually go get dressed. After all, he couldn't just wait for everyone else to wake up and see him half naked in Virgil's hoodie, he had a reputation. And now that he was properly awake, he probably shouldn't be wearing Virgil's hoodie whenever they decided to wake up, they were awfully touchy with their hoodie.
However, it appeared that he was just a bit too late- for as he stretched in preparation for getting up, he looked up to see who else? But Virgil themself standing at the top of the stairs, face red, eyes wide, and staring directly at Logan. 
Well, not directly. Not his eyes, anyway. No, Virgil's eyes were focused, quite intently he might add, on Logan's stomach. 
Logan immediately flushed and went to cover his bare torso with the hoodie, only to remember that the hoodie belonged to the very person right in front of him, struggling to get out of the hoodie to give it to them.
Logan looked back up to see Virgil's eyes had flicked up to Logan's as soon as Logan had moved to cover himself.
"Sh-shit sorry- I was- I was going to give it back when you woke up, I swear-" Logan began to stutter out.
It was then that they interrupted him with their own apology, "No- fuck- I, I - I didn't mean to- to stare or anything I just-"
They brought their hands up to cover their steadily reddening face as they quickly glanced away from him again, pointedly looking at the wall behind him.
After just a few moments of awkward (and very gay) silence and avoided eye contact from both of them,
"Erm- Virgil. You could- W- Would you like to have your hoodie back?" Logan asked hesitantly, beginning to take off the jacket, assuming their answer.
"Oh! Um," Virgil's gaze landed back on Logan's for a moment, "Yes? Well- no- you actually look really fucking cute in my hoodie and ohmyfuck I don't know why I just said that-" they rushed the last bit out, sounding absolutely mortified at what Logan was pretty sure they had just confessed.
Logan froze, "Y- Wait. What? I- You. think I'm cute?"
Virgil once again removed their hands from their still blazing face, "Er- Yes? I mean, have you seen yourself? Anyone who doesn't think you're cute is either blind or lying, so-" 
"Virgil." Logan started, gaining some hidden confidence from god knows where as he took a few steps towards the stairs that Virgil was still standing atop. Perhaps he had been embolden by Virgil's words, or maybe it was just that Virgil had been the one to say them, but regardless whatever his brain decided to do with this newfound confidence, it was likely going to end up being overly blunt.
Virgil looked down at him, now looking a bit confused along with their flushed face. "Um. Yes, Logan?" they asked.
Logan stepped up the rest of the stairs until he had reached the top. "Kiss me?" he asked, looking up and hesitantly reaching for Virgil's hand.
Virgil froze, face going blank for a moment just long enough for Logan to doubt his ability to assess the current situation, before breaking out into a grin and answering with a "God yes." as they grabbed Logan's hand in one of theirs and wrapped their other arm around Logan as they leaned far enough down to press their lips against his own.
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caniruineverything · 9 months
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i wish i knew that someone out there cared (cared for me)
with klaus and ben, certified dumbasses
Summary: A newly alive Ben forgets how to take care of himself, and Klaus takes the opportunity to show his brother that he will help him out.
Ben wasn't quite sure how to be alive yet. To be honest, he wasn't quite sure how he was alive. To be fair, he and Klaus probably weren't the best people to ask to figure that out. They hadn't gotten around to asking Five to try his hand, as he was the generally-agreed-upon 'smart one', but he was busy, what with another impending apocalypse and all.
So yeah, even though he didn't know how it was even possible, Ben was well and truly alive. Like, breathing, heart-pumping alive. He got hungry, thirsty, tired, and all the other things he had been numb to for decades. He could touch things all the time now, not just when Klaus' power felt like being useful. To help him adjust to that particular fact, Klaus would often make sure he laid an arm on Ben or simply touched him somehow, just so he knew he was still alive.
It was comforting, really, to have one person always around, especially one who knows you almost better than you do yourself. Now they were able to properly do things together, at least out of the house this time, and Ben could talk to the rest of his siblings, both things he thought he would never be able to do again. Some things came back naturally to Ben, such as how he interacted with the very different people each of his siblings were.
Some things, however, did not. Namely, how to take care of a living body again, which needed things Ben had forgotten how to need. This particular day, it was hunger that he had forgotten about, a fact which came to bite him in the ass later.
Can you blame him, really? It wasn't like Ben had needed to eat as a ghost, making it around fifteen years since he had needed to regularly eat. That day, he simply forgot that without proper nutrition and sustenance, the human body couldn't function.
He'd been going about his day like normal- well as normal as someone who no longer was a ghost could be. Eating honestly hadn't occurred to him. There were so many things he needed to remember now, but had found it impossible to remember everything. He spent most of the day reading, if he was being honest, which might have been part of the problem. When he read, he tended to block out the rest of the world, forgetting at times that there even was a world outside of the words on the pages in front of him.
Klaus had left him mostly to his lonesome, knowing without even having to talk about it that Ben needed to be left alone sometimes. Ben found himself often grateful for the unspoken knowledge that they shared, and the wordless communication they had perfected throughout years of Ben not being visible to anyone apart from Klaus. The downside to this, however, was that no one was there to remind Ben to carry out basic, necessary actions such as eating.
He didn't do it on purpose, he swore, he just forgot. Fifteen (was it fifteen? He could never remember) years was a long time to not have to do something, and being thrust back into it, amongst many other things, unsuspectingly was disorienting to say the least.
It was 2 pm when Ben pulled away from his book, a nagging feeling telling him something was amiss. Why couldn't the nagging feeling ever tell you why you felt the way you did? You were just made to figure it out yourself, every time. Thanks, nagging feeling, thanks. He stood, ignoring the way the world spun a bit (maybe that was normal?), and wandered out to the kitchen.
He grabbed a glass and filled it with water, hoping drinking something would alleviate the instinct that something was wrong. He drank it down and stood there waiting for any change in the way he felt, which, now that he focused, he did feel a little shaky. When nothing changed, he moved to get more, ignoring the way black spots danced in front of his vision (probably another "alive thing"), and that's when disaster struck.
His legs shook, and he tried to steady himself in the counter, but then his knees gave way. The world spun around him, and blackness began to creep into the edges of his vision. Before the world went completely dark, he heard rapid footsteps and felt warmth surround him, thinking one last thought before he fell into the beckoning darkness: there was something I forgot, wasn't there.
Klaus had been minding his own business, the way he usually did. He was good at that, mind you, unlike a certain no-longer-ghostly brother of his. But while Ben did not offer him the luxury of being alone often, Klaus decided to allow his recently flesh and blood brother a while by himself. He regretted that later.
In his defense, Kaus barely knew how to take care of himself, let alone another person. Hell, he'd died like fifty times on his own, although lucky for him, it never stuck. So forgive him if he wasn't exactly a natural at helping Ben take care of himself.
He had been ecstatic when he and Ben noticed the latter was alive again, of course he was. It was something he had wanted since that fateful day when Ben had bled out on the ground, while Klaus and his siblings could do nothing but stand there, completely helpless. He never thought it would actually happen, and he still didn't know how it had happened.
So, no, he wasn't great at making sure Ben was doing all the things he needed to do in order to keep himself alive. He hadn't exactly been trying too hard, as it honestly hadn't occurred to him that Ben would forget to do things that were obvious to Klaus, who hadn't been dead for long enough to forget them. Looking back on that day, though, he guessed it had only been a matter of time before something like this occurred.
When he walked into the kitchen for a two o'clock snack, he was genuinely surprised to see Ben standing there, gripping a glass of water. It took him a moment to remember that, yeah, Ben was alive now, and had to drink water. Klaus stood in the doorway, not sure why he was hesitating, as Ben set the glass gently down on the counter.
When his brother moved again, however, Klaus knew something was wrong. He tried to figure out what, exactly, had gun feeling anxious, when Ben stumbled. The Asian man gripped at the counter (for stability?) and then his knees buckled. Klaus moved instinctually, catching his brother before the other could hit the floor.
"Oh, Ben. What did you do now ?" Klaus lamented, half to himself, as he set the unconscious figure down in his lap on the floor. Clearly, Klaus needed to observe his brother more, and not just leave him to his own devices, as this was how that turned out.
Klaus began to attempt to rouse Ben, shaking him and whispering to him. It took a few minutes, and the longer it took, the faster Klaus' heart began to race, because what if Ben was badly hurt? , but Ben started to awaken. The tiny noises he made as he came back to consciousness warmed Klaus' heart.
"Hey, Benny. Wanna tell me why you decided to take a swan dive in our kitchen today?"
"Whaaa? Oh, is that what happened?" His confusion made Klaus laugh in spite of himself.
"Yep. Came in here to get food, and had to prevent you from cracking your head open on these very nice, very hard tiles."
"I forgot to . . . do . . . something. Not sure what, though." Apparently, there was someone worse at taking care of oneself than Klaus. Yep, that award went to Ben, still in Klaus' lap on the floor due to forgetting to do something . Their answer as to what that something was, luckily, came quickly, in the form of Ben's stomach rumbling. Instead of the look of understanding Klaus expected to see in Ben's face, he paled, and began to look inexplicably afraid.
"Oh, god. Klaus, move. Move."
"Benny, why? You're just-" But Ben was not placated. He scrambled, however shakily, off of Klaus like his touch was burning. "Ben? What's wrong?"
"Th- The Horror." He didn't seem capable of uttering anything else, too afraid of his own body. Was The Horror part of Ben's body, or was it separa- Not the time, Klaus. Not. The. Time. Oh, Klaus realized, he hasn't felt that in so long, he thinks it's The Horror. His heart broke at the fearful look on Ben's face. He remembered how scared Ben had been when he was younger that he would hurt one of them. The only one of them who had been hurt was Ben- nope, not going there.
"Ben, hey. Look at me. That's not The Horror, you're just hungry. That tummy-rumbly thing, it happened to everyone. I'd reckon that's probably why you fainted; you didn't eat enough." Before this, Klaus hadn't realized how soft and tender his voice could be. Ben brought out sides of him that he hadn't known were inside him.
"Are you- are you sure?" The hesitance in Ben's voice shattered Klaus's heart again. God, he'd been terrified The Horror would hurt Klaus.
"Yes. Now, let's get some food in you, yeah?"
"Yeah." Ben's voice was still shaky, but it was less scared, which Klaus was going to count as a win. Now, what to make. It wasn't as if Klaus was going to force Ben to make his own food, not after he'd fainted and been scared half to death. (Too soon? He would really need to stop using expressions centered around death. Too bad there were so many of them.) And Ben should have homemade food, to show him that there was someone who cared. Ah, yes!
"Sit down, silly. Standing can't be fun after that." Ben looked down at a stool in front of the counter, as if the idea of sitting down hadn't even occurred to him.
"But, food." He looked so confused again, though this time, it was because he hadn't thought someone else would want to help him.
"I'll make you food. How does a grilled cheese sound? Those always make everything better." At this, Ben shot him a hesitant yet sweet smile, which made everything worth it. Plus, it wasn't as if making a grilled cheese was hard. Especially for Klaus, who had made thousands of them during his time on his own. Ben knew this, and while Klaus knew he had always wanted to be able to eat one, he had never said anything. Ben, always one to take care of others before himself. Leading to today, he guessed.
The familiar sounds of the sandwiches sizzling and of Ben laughing at Klaus' dramatic flourishes he added while cooking helped put them both in a happier mood. Klaus' favorite part, however, was the look on Ben's face when he bit into the grilled cheese sitting on the plate in front of him. Unlike Klaus, he had the intelligence to wait until it had cooled a bit, though he did still laugh when Klaus let out a yelp as the moment cheese burnt the roof of his mouth.
A look of pure bliss came over Ben as he ate the sandwich, and Klaus felt perfectly content, with a happy brother and a plate full of cheese and bread. Now Ben knew that there would always be someone there for him, and Klaus had his brother alive right in front of him. What more could he want?
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divineluckfuckoff · 1 year
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Rei x Teruya x Satsuki x haruhiko ( I call em educated humor)
Holy shit that is a love square for sure- I like the ship name tho, very creative.
-Okay, so, at first, it was just Satsuki and Haruhiko dating because they are very much dumbasses in love. But then they both realized that 'Oh shit, Teruya's kind of hot-'
-On the other hand Teruya pretty much had three crushes: Rei, Satsuki and Haruhiko. No he did not get over the fact that Satsuki and Haru started dating, at least not completely, but he's happy for them. Then he got a confession from them. Bro couldn't function properly. And thus, the Sunshine Trio started dating each other.
-Then came the fact that they all also liked Rei, but they didn't know how to approach the situation, because Rei was, well, Rei. Somehow she also liked the three but pretty much shut those feelings off because she didn't need them (in her words). But they also confessed and she was like 'Ah, fuck it, I need those feelings'.
-Canonically Teruya is smarter than Haru and Satsuki, so whenever the four have an study session, Teruya helps translate what Rei explained if the other two don't understand it. He dumbifies her words in a way.
-They shower each other with affection, Rei needs it the most though, considering her past. Why is Teruya the one with the normal like past? (correct me if Im wrong, Im rewatching the FTEs)
-Satsuki definitely plays pranks from time to time on them, but they're not something very heavy. Some can involve cheesy lines on sticky notes in the dorms!
-Dates are... a bit messy, because we have three extroverts and one introvert.
-Haruhiko loves scooping his lovers up out of nowhere. Tall privileges frfr
-Teruya (who got a better fashion sense and doesn't make too extravagant clothes) often gifts them handmade gifts! He made matching sweaters too!
-Rei is less rude and more calm and soft around these three sunshines. You can guess that the sunshine aura got to her.
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ericsonclan · 2 years
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Go for it, James!
Summary: James tries his best to get up the courage to confess to Jesse that he likes him.
Word Count: 1346
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James couldn’t seem to concentrate at all today. In fact, he hadn’t been able to focus all week. Ever since he had realized he had feelings for Jesse, a mixture of panic and giddiness had hit him like a truck. His nerves were on fire and his mind was spinning faster than it normally did.
James couldn't seem to get Jesse off his mind. How his long, black hair blew gently in the wind, how deep and calming his brown eyes were. His smile which was rarer than those around him but just as beautiful. Whenever James saw Jesse’s smile he swore he felt his heart skip a beat. But now that he was aware of his feelings James didn't know exactly what to do.
He was about ninety-nine percent sure that Jesse was gay. He felt like he had a good read on Jesse and James’ vibes with people when it came to that subject had never been wrong. But while he was ninety-nine percent sure that Jesse was into dudes he was also 0.2 percent sure that he was into him. Just because Jesse was gay didn’t mean that he automatically liked him. James was never one to have the strongest self-confidence and when it came to boys liking him he was always sure that they didn’t.
The fact that Jesse wasn’t the easiest person to read when it came to romantic feelings didn’t help either. Still, it didn’t stop James daydreaming about confessing and Jesse returning those feelings. That felt like such a long shot though and most times when James lay on the grass daydreaming his anxiety and doubt would come crashing down. He’d roll around in frustration then push away his feelings and focus on the fantasy of Jesse reciprocating the feelings.
One day when James was daydreaming again, thinking about his master plan for confessing to the guy he liked, Jesse found him.
“What are you doing?” Jesse looked down at James with a quirked eyebrow. Immediately James felt his face warm and he quickly sat up.
“Nothing, just daydreaming.”
“What about?” Jesse asked as he casually helped James up.
The question sent a tidal wave of emotions through James’ veins and he looked at the ground. “Nothing important.”
Jesse watched him for a second then led the way down the sidewalk. “Okay, if you say so. We have some time before class. I can teach you that birdcall if you want.”
“Oh, sure,” James messed with his hair for a second then jogged forward to catch up with his crush. The two walked in silence. James felt hyper-aware of how close he was to Jesse. His eyes were laser-focused on making sure that their hands didn’t accidentally brush against each other even though that had never happened in the past. James was too nervous to function right now though and if he felt Jesse’s soft hand in his he was afraid he’d short circuit.
“So, did you study for the quiz?” Jesse asked as he sat down.
James’ mind was blanking on what Jesse even meant until he realized he was talking about their environmental studies class. “Umm yes, I did, stayed up late to make sure I remembered everything,” James looked to see his hands were moving animatedly. Shit, his anxiety was picking up.
Jesse’s eyes stayed on James’ hands. “Nervous about it?”
“No!” James blurted out too loudly. “I- Let’s focus on the bird call,”
Jesse was silent as he studied James before nodding. “Okay. I figured you’d like to learn the loon call since you can probably spot a few in West Virginia,” he explained as he leaned forward. James knew Jesse had learned all about the wildlife in West Virginia in hopes it would help connect him to the new state he had moved to.
“Okay,” James gave a nod.
“Alright, it's a pretty simple call. Even a dumbass couldn’t mess it up,” Jesse spoke and scooted closer to James. The warm cadence of his voice drew James in, making his focus on other things slip away.
“So you want to put your thumbs together and make sure the nails are touching,” Jesse held James’ hands and gently guided them into the right position. James could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he tried to pay attention to the instructions. “You make the base of your palms touch too and position your thumbs like this before shaping your hands into a ball.” Jesse carefully moved James’ hands. “Place your lips at the base of your nails and it should make a sound. Try it.”
James nodded and took a deep breath before giving it a go. A soft sound emitted from his hands.
“Good. Now, you just have to flutter your back hand like this,” Jesse pushed some hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ears. The action completely distracted James until he heard the bird call coming from Jesse as he fluttered one of his hands. “See? Easy. Give it a try.”
James nodded “Right, easy,” He took a few minutes to make sure his positioning was right then tried his best to do a loon call. It was sloppy and sounded clumsy due to his nerves. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine, you just need practice.” A faint, reassuring smile appeared on Jesse’s lips which caught James off guard. Jesse’s brows furrowed “What?”
“Nothing. Just…” James grew quiet. He should just go for it. The ideal confession plan he had in his mind would never come to fruition, not when he always panicked and backed out. It was now or never. “Jesse, I have to tell you something.”
There was silence. Jesse was waiting to hear what James had to say.
“You see the thing is, well, that is, I want to say…” James started to do little hand movements as he felt his nerves rise. He kept glancing up at Jesse, spotting his eyes then averting his gaze. He couldn’t do this if he looked Jesse in the eyes. He continued trying to convey what he was feeling in words but with the pressure of it all that he had placed on himself he kept fumbling over them and the speed of his hand movements increased. Until Jesse spoke up.
“James-”
“I like you! More than a friend and yes it's in that kind of way!” James blurted out before his face turned a sharp shade of red. Quickly his eyes became hidden underneath his hair and he felt himself internally screaming. He felt like he wanted to dig a hole and hide away in it for a long, long time. There was no way this was going to go how he had daydreamed it would.
“I like you too,”
James’ eyes shot up at those words and he saw a soft smile on Jesse’s lips.
“You do?”
“Yeah. So, wanna go on a hike together? Maybe after class today?”
Jesse’s words ricocheted within James’ mind. He was still processing all that was happening. Finally, his words came out. “Yes, I wanna do that.” He quickly got up and started speeding towards one of the buildings.
“James, wait, where the hell are you going?” Jesse jogged over to catch up.
“Class. We need to finish it before we can go hiking.”
“Yeah, I know that, but it isn’t for another half hour,”
“Oh,” A wave of embarrassment washed over James.
Jesse gave a small, well-meaning laugh “Come on, let’s just look at the clouds for a bit,”
James nodded and followed after Jesse who lay on the grass. Soon James lay beside him and stared up at the sky where clouds moved by at a brisker pace than usual. The two stayed silent for a few seconds before James felt Jesse’s hand brush against his which made his heart do somersaults. Except this time he wasn’t worried about moving it. In fact, he could get used to this. Hesitantly he took the small next step, gently wrapping his pinky around Jesse’s as the pair started talking about the clouds.
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dex-starr · 1 year
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The only person I can talk to about my sexuality and sexual preferences without feeling like a dumbass or sack of shit is my therapist and this void here
Like I remember bringing up the notion that I identified a lot with being demisexual to my ex because really, I only wanted sex with her. Like yeah it can feel good, but I don’t necessarily need it. My brain views jerking and the like when single as a function, because I know the result of it and I get it done quick. I don’t need to enjoy it or set a mood or whatever. But she seemed to just brush it off because I guess she equated it to me making an excuse about things. Which I can understand why in context, but like many other things I was legitimately being genuine about it.
Like I really don’t think about sex right now, especially because if I do it’s with her and that process hurts me. I felt so strongly that it’s stuck, even though my brain knows the logical thing to do. Like fuck this explains why my dating history is so fucking wildly varied when you look at it in context compared to the type of girl I think is ideal (ex was 100% my type of girl physically, but I met her first and got to know her without seeing her when I started to like her)
Then like my other behaviors like looking at shit on social media that is risqué makes fucking sense too. My thought, if I did have one when seeing something was “oh I wanna do this with her” or “oh she would look good doing this” “I can see her looking great wearing this”. If I wasn’t thinking about it I just looked at it from an aesthetic value but not paying close attention to it it really putting more thought into it. Unless it was art that showed glaringly skewed perspective and proportions — then my brain screeches at me that something is wrong.
But yeah, that shit is also why I told her something along the lines of “sex is great, but I don’t necessarily need it. Do I want and crave it with you? Hell yeah I do”. She just kind of saw the first part and thought I didn’t care about sex with her at all.
The other thing that affected that aspect for me was my health. I had too many physical conditions that affected my performance and too many mental conditions too. It was just a recipe for disaster sometimes. I remember plenty of times being at it with her and I notice something small that’s completely unrelated and not something I need to get distracted by like a car passing by on the road nearby. Or my thoughts just wandering on their own like the adhd fuck I am. Not to mention my depression literally just killed an sensitivity I had in most of my body anywhere. The spots where I was sensitive before are like overwhelming now and I can perform and actually think about it and enjoy it. It can /feel/ good but it’s not fulfilling. I wish I would have been able to experience it like this with her. But well that’s not happening.
I mean before I used to draw blanks on what I liked sometimes bc I just didn’t know. But I also didn’t have understanding of what was wrong. It was trying to run a car with no engine or tires basically. I kind of wish I got to explore this and talk about it more concisely with her because trying to explain this before was such a fucking daunting task — even though I hit some of the same notes and reasons I just didn’t sound confident in it. I didn’t sound confident to her when it came to my attraction to her at a point — or it came off like that to her.
I mean shit I’m in the prime of my life now and even though I had offers on the table and still do, I felt kind of gross doing it to just do it. Like I couldn’t follow through with it on two reasons. One: I still have strong feelings for my ex unfortunately, two: it just felt increasingly off, I knew the sensations felt good but I just felt more gross than normal. Like even getting kissed by what would be considered a conventionally attractive girl felt fucking gross and off. I didn’t really want it and I just pulled away, my brain yelled at me because of who it was not with.
Honestly it’s annoying when I think about it, but it’s also who I am too.
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skyfae22 · 2 years
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It was a night of wild partying. Normally, Sky wouldn’t go to these kinds of functions but Yuri had dragged her. The party was at an upscale looking house in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t another house in sight for at least 30 minutes each way which was odd considering there were telephone poles and excellent cell service. Dimitri had tried to get them to stay home to no avail. Yuri kept protesting and wouldn’t let up. 
Sitting here, quietly in a corner, Sky wished she had made up an excuse to stay home. The music was nice but it was turned all the way up. Sure, they were out where nobody but them could hear it but it didn’t need to be at front row seat concert level volume. Then there were all these people she didn’t know. She knew the host of the party as they had met a few times at different charity auctions but he wasn’t the kind of person she would normally associate with. He was loud, told raunchy jokes, wore the worst clothing, and was a playboy. At least, that’s what Dimitri had told her. Yuri, on the other hand, was best friends with the dude and said that none of that was true. Sky didn’t know who to believe.
“Want to go somewhere quieter?” a voice she imagined a male elf would have. It startled her so she spun around and slapped the whisperer. When she realized who it was, she immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, dude. You freaked me out. I thought you were a ghost or something. My bad.”
Standing before her was the host, Aleksandr Bobrov, who now had a red slap mark across his face. This wasn’t good. His family was part of the Russian mafia. She tried running away but he just pulled out a gun and shot her in the back of the head. Blood spray and brain matter splattered everyone around. There were screams, laughs, cries, and probably some people who peed themselves. After a few minutes, the party went back to normal. 
Yuri came back to where Skylark had been sitting and saw the newly created corpse and blood everywhere. “Goddamnit, Aleksandr! I leave you alone for two minutes and you go ahead and kill my best friend! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Now I have to feed her someone so she doesn’t die. Dumbass.” With that, Yuri slashed his throat and fed the blood to Sky.
The girl popped back up and yawned. “So, what did I miss?”
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hitaka5ever · 2 years
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Divine Intervention? I'm starting to think maybe it actually exists.....
(This is speculation/a vent, as idk the status of my job at the current time)
idk if I believe in divine intervention or that the universe sends you signs of what to do with your life, but this whole stupid situation with S3dgwick---not finding my medical forms that I absolutely uploaded and my doctor marking the wrong answer to a Yes or No question (even though she did put the dates in which I was not allowed to work, so if I was good at my job at S3dgwick, I'd realize that maybe the doctor messed up on the first half of that particular question)---and having my claim still be denied bc it wasn't a serious health condition (oh yes, bc feeling like my head was going to explode from being super congested isn't serious, apparently *rolls eyes*) and all the health issues I had in the last 2 months of working at W@lm@rt that put me out of work for too many days, makes me think that maybe the universe is telling me I should quit and find other employment elsewhere
I won't know until probably today or Friday if I'm being terminated (tho it shows I'm still scheduled up to June 3rd) so I'm going to work as normal and talk to my People Lead about my next steps today. If I'm going to be terminated in a few days or something, then I'm going to put in my 2 weeks notice and quit instead so termination isn't on my record over a situation that wasn't my fault (my only fault was being confused on how this stupid S3dgwick system works)
If I quit, I'll be looking for other employment elsewhere that doesn't include r3t@il, as my introverted ass and severe depression can't handle such work places. I'll be looking at online sites that help you find work that you get to do in your own home, or see about working for a packing and shipping company since I know how to do that kind of work now, but I refuse to work in the general public bc of my mental issues
I will also be opening non-anthro furry commissions in my quest to find a new job, so that I'm making at least some money during this potential transition
I'm just super exhausted over this whole corporate bullshit and these systems that are so flawed that even their own employees can't do their damn job right. So many people are able to keep going and fight through any hardships that comes with r3t@il, but this whole experience shows that I'm not one of them
Other signs I should probably quit:
--I couldn't drop a 3rd day from my work schedule bc then I'd be part-time, lose my benefits, and my schedule wouldn't be consistent hours as it is now
--I just found out yesterday that someone I liked working with and seemed like a cool person is a MAGA-T after I saw they had a wallet lanyard that read that dumbass slogan (I know this seems insignificant, but its been hard working with people who don't believe I should have rights)
--The constant bruises and cuts I get from dealing with totes, and my feet troubles (my podiatrist appointment is Thursday at 3 btw)
--The absolute exhaustion I always feel, even when I'm at home relaxing
--I seriously had better time off benefits when it came to being sick as shit delivering fucking newspapers than working at W@lm@rt. The pay was shit at the paper, but at least I could work at my own pace so long as I finished before 5 for 5 days in a row
--It's fucking W@lm@rt, I should've known working there would be a mistake (the only plus side is the new work experiences I obtained and being able to work alongside friends that I had lost touch with; I don't regret that)
So yeah, I will find out if I'm terminated/have to quit soon or if my boss can save me or what tf ever, and I will make a proper post about it later. Right now I just needed to get these thoughts out of my head so I can function on my last work day before my weekend. Eventually I will figure shit out
Peace out, bitches
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the-firebird69 · 2 years
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I'm taking over three of the Big four and we did so by using your idiots like this dumbass Dan is actually in court in the trial for real and he's announcing it as the news report reporter right now cuz he's a moronic pig the guy is too stupid to get what he's doing and the idiot is running for judge ship it's right there ruining her reputation letting people know she's white they're very stupid they're simple they're actors very lame and it's really teeth grinding stuff for Mac so we're taking over the world because he's not allowing it and letting us it doesn't seem to care I'm going after them and really they kind of split them unhiring her but really it's like hiring nobody cuz she has no brain that works she's an idiot but Gu and Oya want them in he says and he says no but it's true they do and to portray in a certain image and it's to get an interest that they want. Also Dan starts yelling it's perfectly normal for someone with power to do this and we're pitching and bitching and he's crabbing and crabbing meeting killing tons of people because we won't shut the f****** this is not skill or exhibiting this is stupidity that's exactly true 100% right I got a warrant Dan for that 1% he tried to help me that these people are senile okay lots of them are sick down here in Florida and we can't escape it's a place to escape half of them have half a brain all the time acid disease injuries mostly disease dissolves their brain faster than the topic so we're throwing out there and cortisol much faster instantaneously in some cases most of it's due to the water and people drink the water act like the two on the right they just constantly repeat things and market and say stupid things in their sarcastic they found dead a few hours later from sickness and they smell like s***
So I acknowledged we have problems but we have to tell people this is wrong nobody in the right mind should be pushing and pushing and pushing and I'll fall into Oblivion shortly because I'm so angry I got to check and see if it's Trump because he's been saying is going to do it I got to see if the ships are up there and if they're coming down with his people in them cuz he's a crazy crazy man he exhibits it all the time I'm giving you please I can come back in it's an animal thing always is we don't want you around just idiot who keeps us up at night who the hell needs to run or someone around who makes so much f****** noise that you can't get a blanket should I and we find you sleeping during the day so I'm running around waking you up and you get pissed off I said you just keeping us up all night still you're walking by with dogs and you're making stupid noises maybe once a night or sometimes not but man you are annoying they come by and said woods guy asking for it again to do the tile work that you set them up to have them do and everybody knows about it and they're saying no get the hell out of here and you're not happy with living there so you're going to be dead I can see it now because we can't have you here and Sebastian can't I'm going to keep you out we don't want you here and you're not happy with it so you're going to die what a stupid show this whole world is listening to you be the dumbest a****** on Earth about an apartment that doesn't have proper s****** what function it's chitter doesn't work right I go elsewhere he's trying to make it work and you're a piece of s*** Trump cuz you're sitting there making it all work you're a f****** loser we f****** hate you everyone here in the neighborhood hates you your own people can't stand you God damn it I'm going to file charges myself just so rude Dan says all that
I'm asking for a moment because Trump is so rude and he's such an a****** we need to send in people lots of them and he is a mean person too we're going to take him out this is acting like an assassin I reassess the skill level and put it up there and people said wow who's this and it was him so it opened an eye you keep on telling people you're not doing enough you're not keeping it straight you're not doing what we're saying you're not listening to us in your mocking us some people are a little bit you said you're you're insane you're insane we have a problem so today they listen they're going at it and saying they're sorry and said don't let it happen again we're leaders what we say should be looked into thoroughly not nodded off and ignored and you're saying that they're the hero is doing the work when he's doing twice as much work as he has to because of people who are not doing the job on this idiot now we're behind I can tell you why but I'm going to tell you behind closed doors I don't want to hear this stuff ever again his programs right now are saving us cuz we're forcing people to do the job it should not have had to but if your mother or your father or brother or sister was stuck with these idiots like our son is would you want to stop moaning because you can't stand hearing it he's moaning because he's in pain and nobody's stopping it if you don't stop it it gets worse some people who do that I want them out and I want them retrained I want them to understand it's life and death for us what he's doing this is no time for that kind of crap there's no time for slowing down here either and we need those bunkers and I've been saying it I want you to figure it out
Thor Freya
I'm sitting here twisting olympus's arm trying to get you to put the stupid bunker in ordering it yelling at you after millions of ways of trying to manipulate you to do it I'm exhausted from fighting both sides on things I have to fight my side on things that are logical and work everywhere I have to fight these idiots day and night on every single stupid item in my life right down to every single fingernail every single minute of the day all day long all night long I'm alone out here fighting you know I'll listen to any logic that we've used for the past thousands of years what's f****** wrong with you
Zues Hera
There's nothing wrong with us and you don't have to shout he says he does we're not listening we're holding it up and sit there like a bag of farts like these people do on several issues that are main issues that are holding up the main part of our schedule it's absolutely true so just sit down and figure out why there's reasons why it's happening we need to understand what they are can't go in there and I can just do it we've been sitting here trying to figure it out for years the reason why it's not done is because we're sitting there figuring it out we have enough data and Intel on why we haven't done it to fill this stupid state up with words... I'm going to tell you something he needs it in now and it's been screaming about it now it's too late almost and we won't do it cuz he keeps screaming about it no you don't think it's appropriate to be under there I'll send them starting to see something this is making people mad at me and us he's horrifically mad he needed back up and he's calling for it and calling for it we're not listening now I'm saying it and people are mad they should be mad they're trying to put the stupid fire out there's a fire it's called stupid so we're going to meet and try and figure out how to do it he says you can't figure out how to do it I can do it if you weren't in the way like these numb skulls they didn't start getting mad we're getting mad because you're saying that but it's true he can probably get it done if we are not bothering him using these idiots so I'm starting to wonder what we're doing it for I'll tell you what we have to stop f****** around and start getting the job done ask people in Olympics to step forward if they have an objection into a explain their objection I'm going to start doing it and organize fashion I'm going to hold both on things and if you object you are to step forward and state your objections I'm going to organize it into your objections as listed the reasons for the objections substantial backup you don't have all of that at the time of your objection it'll be overruled. From here forward if you're in the way you'll be removed from the service that you say you're doing and held off until the job is done it's ridiculous you don't even want to talk about it and you're saying it again so then Godzilla they're not really Godzilla they're Kraken Godzilla they're his brand they say they can tell are you playing Japan so we're going to sit down and meet and you're going to tell us what the damn problem is okay just pull them out and you're going to get ruined cuz you're not telling us what the problem is you can sit on detail what it is there's no way for me to accept that information at all that's the problem you talk to your people there you talk to these people here so I get it he says those aren't them and not to talk about us with the thing is it's really not hard to figure out more than an island it's very tight they start like an influx looking for Godzilla so I told you to evacuate it's not that many of you there by comparison why you still there this is what we're doing we're going to sit down and discuss this Poseidon says to Olympus and his goddess wife
Olympus
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curseofaphrodite · 2 years
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Hiii could I please request a oneshot of Kaz Brekker x Female!reader inspired by the song Love me or Leave me by Little Mix? Angst with happy ending :]
You have no idea how tempted I was to make this a sad one. But I didn't. Yay.
Love Me or Leave Me
Kaz Brekker x fem!reader Summary: After a heist gone wrong, Kaz changes how he behaves around you. Warnings: blood, Kaz being a dumbass, and yup that's it.
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- Kaz Brekker and Y/N L/N, the most popular couple of Ketterdam. At first, Kaz being in love was a surprise to everyone. Many were hesitant to believe it.
- But there he was, getting flowers on a Saturday. Oh, there he goes, with a book for his girlfriend. And there he is, smiling so big that it's hard to believe Kaz Rietveld was ever gone.
- Things were going so well. You were happy, and so was he. Why couldn't it all have stayed that way?
- One heist went wrong - that's all it took for Kaz Brekker to have an existential crisis panic. You were supposed to be the lookout. One of the guards of the mansion said you didn't belong there and that he knew every single guard.
- You thought he was bluffing. You should have used that time to run. But the guard stabbed you right under your ribcage. Okay, maybe he wasn't bluffing.
- After the guard went his way, you thanked the Saints that the first person you saw was Nina. She gasped when she saw you bleeding on the floor, then rushed forwards to help.
- The bleeding was too much. Even though she healed the wounds, she couldn't do anything about the blood that was lost. You made her promise not to tell anyone and that you were all okay. You felt weird but you could walk.
- You didn't interact much with the Crows and when you reached the Slat, all you remember was falling on the bed. A good sleep was what you needed, right?
- Nina panicked. She knew you had just passed out. Kaz got suspicious of why Nina was hanging around in your room and asked if anything was wrong.
"Pfft, what would be wrong? Nothing's wrong. She's fine now." Nina said quickly. "She's fine now?" Kaz questioned with an eyebrow raised. "Care to elaborate?" Just then, Nina heard how your heartbeat was going slower than usual, and pushed away Kaz. All she cared about was making sure your body was functioning normally. Seeing her work, Kaz's own heart missed a beat.
"Tell me what happened to her now." He said sharply. He sat beside you and realized with a shock that you weren't asleep, but unconscious.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up." Nina chanted, all her focus on your heartbeats.
Kaz felt himself fade away. It was weird how he did not need water to drown. Within two seconds, he was back in the sea, watching someone he loved fall slowly to death.
Nina didn't let that happen, of course. You soon woke up, gasping for air. Nina thought Kaz would hug her or talk or get her water, but he was in shock himself. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Nina started fussing.
You were breathing heavily. "A mi-milkshake, please."
Nina had laughed with relief and you soon joined her. Kaz remained impassive.
"Kaz?" You called softly, and he got up, storming away and slamming the door behind him.
He had gone outside to calm himself down, but the vision of you lying there was still clear as day on his head. She is okay. She is alive. He kept repeating.
But for how long? The sensible part of his brain said, the part he didn't like at all. If he cared about Y/N more than his kruge, then the safe bet was to do something about it. He also knew he couldn't ask her to deliberately go on safer jobs in a heist. You wouldn't agree to that.
- You didn't know what happened. You tried talking to him. He never seemed present with you anymore. The smiles reduced to nothing, and all that was left behind were his brief talks and regretful stares.
- You didn't want to be his regret. You deserved better than that. Soon, you pushed him away too.
- Both of you were still in a relationship, but neither of you were trying to preserve it.
- First, it was anger, then bitter, then downright sadness. You missed him. He missed you. Both of you were stubborn enough to not try harder.
- He thought long and hard and came to the conclusion that he was an ass. He knew the heists were dangerous, and so were his feelings. Instead of not taking care of his hurt girlfriend, he had sulked because you had scared him enough to make him realize he was more vulnerable than he thought. More weaker.
- And throughout all of it, you had given him space and time to think everything through.
- He didn't want to let you go. He couldn't. No matter how dangerous it'd get for the both of you, he can't for all the kruge in the world, give you up.
The next day, as you were reading a book in your room, you heard a slight knock on the door. Kaz entered with desperately hopeful eyes and a drink in hand.
"Milkshake?" He asked, and you sighed in relief.
It was his own weird way of apologizing and you knew you'll both be okay. He won't let you go and you won't let him. - Taglist: @mrs-brekker15 @mr-brekker15
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akakeiiji · 4 years
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Headcanons for how the boys will react or what will they do when their S/O is sick but hides it from them? (For Tobio, Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Iwa) please
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-`,✎ Kageyama, Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima and Iwaizumi’s reaction to you hiding your fever from them
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Kageyama Tobio
You would arrive at school flushed and tired, dressed in many layers but your ever so clueless boyfriend wouldn’t actually suspect anything
He’d greet you as usual and ask if you were cold or something despite the relatively warm weather
You didn’t want him to worry though so you just agreed with him and went on with your classes like normal
As the day went on though, your symptoms would start worsening
During lunchtime, you wouldn’t have the energy to leave your desk
Kageyama would go looking for you when you failed to arrive at your usual meeting place and found you fast asleep in your classroom
He’d scoff and call you a dumbass to himself but when placed his hand on your head and felt your warm temperature the small smile on his face would immediately turn into a frown
He’d shake you awake and the first thing you’d see is his concerned face
“Are you an idiot or something?”
He’d pull you up and support you as he walks you to the nurse’s office his admirers would stare at you two angrily the entire time
you can’t tell me he doesn’t have at least a few fangirls, i mean have you seen him??
He’d lecture you angrily the whole way to the infirmary
Though he’d mostly just be repeating “Dumbass!” and “You should have told me.” over and over again because he’s so worried and can’t focus on forming coherent sentences
You were sent home obviously and Kageyama would wait by your side at the infirmary the whole time till your ride came to take you home
He’d still be pouty and grumbling, upset over the fact that you forced yourself to school
But at the same time, he’d be feeding you a bit of your lunch, little by little so as to not upset your stomach
Once you were home, he’d be even more distracted and antsy during class than ever before
He wouldn't even be thinking of volleyball, just of you
HE’D SKIP PRACTICE FOR YOU
THE KAGEYAMA WILLINGLY MISSES PRACTICE FOR YOU, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT
He’d stop by the gym though and ask Sugawara or Daichi what he should get for you because he has no idea what to get sick people
He’d buy you your favorite snacks and drinks on the way to your house and spend the evening with you
He doesn’t really know what to do tbh, you’d have to instruct him on how to help you
He doesn’t get sick very often and whenever he does his sister usually takes care of him so he’s never been in the position of caring for someone else like this
But he tries his best and that’s what matters
He’s just an adorable little blueberry okay? Pls protect him
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Bokuto Koutarou
Your disheveled appearance and lethargic state would literally fly over Bokuto’s head
He’s mainly focused on how happy he was to see you again, like how he always is in the morning before class
After a while though, Bokuto would notice that something was off
He’d tilt his head to the side and ask you if you were okay, concern evident in his eyes
You could already see Bokuto’s reaction if he found out how sick you actually were so you just told him you were a little tired
He’d frown and tell you not to overwork yourself,  he’d then pull you into his chest to hug you in hopes that it would cheer you up or give you some energy
He’d freeze though, feeling just how high your body temperature was even through your layers of clothes
He’d pull you away and examine your face and finally realizes just how sick you were
Panic ensues
I shit you not, Bokuto would literally scoop you up in his arms and carry you all the way to the infirmary
“MAKE WAY PEOPLE, EMERGENCY HERE!”
“KOUTAROU! YOU DON’T HAVE TO CARRY ME—”
Akaashi would be walking to class and witness this scene from afar and just nope the fuck away from you two
He is literally so concerned, he knows that you just have a fever but he still can’t help but worry
He wouldn’t leave your side the entire time while waiting for your ride home, his hand never leaving yours
He’d beat himself up over the fact that he didn’t notice that something was wrong right away
He’d be in dejection mode the whole time during the rest of classes, his hair would get droopy and his little pout would never leave his lips
He’d spend most of his classes staring out of the window, sighing wistfully, thinking about you
He’d try to function normally and go to practice but Akaashi—knowing that it would be virtually impossible to pull him out of his moods this time—would send him home
He’d be moping the whole way home before an idea suddenly popped in his head, he should just visit you!!
He’d run all the way to your house, practically bouncing with anticipation
He’d be like a loyal puppy as he takes care of you, he’ll bring you literally anything you need, just name it and he’ll find it
He doesn’t care if you’re sick, he’s going to hug and kiss you all he wants
Needless to say, he ends up catching your fever as well and you two end up sick together
The volleyball team goes to visit you two after classes the next day and you two are basically just two red-nosed, lumps wrapped in blankets and heating pads
Konoha still has pictures and likes to show it to the team when they get sad
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Oikawa Tooru
Good luck trying to hide your fever from him, he may not look like it but he’s hella perceptive even outside of the court
He’d wait by your lockers as usual in the mornings, probably chatting (and failing to wave off) some fangirls when you’d walk in wearing a thick sweater and wrapped in a scarf to hide your face
The small smile on his face would drop and he’d immediately be by your side, examining your face
“Tooru, what are you doing—?”
He’d place a hand on your forehead—ignoring your protests—and click his tongue, a hand coming up to rest on his hip
“What am I doing? What are you doing? You’re obviously sick.”
Dramatic brat, i love him so much
He’d grab your hand and march you all the way to the infirmary, telling you off the entire time
He’d tell you all about having to take care of your body and prioritizing your health over studies or something, as if he were such a great example of taking care of one’s body but you decided not to bring that up
He’d kind of be like a mom really as he watches the nurse take your temperature, his arms crossed and a concerned look evident on his face
You were obviously sent home not even after fifteen minutes of being in school
Oikawa would seem normal to most people, going about his day like usual but those who know him well can tell that he was bothered
His foot would be tapping rapidly the entire time during classes, his eyes always drifting to his watch to check the time
The minute that classes were dismissed, Oikawa was on his feet, bag already packed and ready, practically sprinting out of the building
“How’s my little patient doing?”
He’d refrain from kissing and hugging you though, unlike Bokuto he has some semblance of self-restraint despite wanting to do it sooo badly
He missed you a lot
Okay, fine, he gives a few kisses here and there
After taking care of you, making sure you ate and drank and stuff, Oikawa would fill you in on all the stuff you missed during classes
If you had the energy, he’d tutor you on all the lessons you missed
He’d also be the type to spoon-feed you your favorite food or soup, even if you insist that you could feed yourself he will still do it no matter what
A firm believer that laughter is the best medicine so he tries his best to keep your mood up
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Ushijima Wakatoshi
Another clueless baby
He isn’t the best at reading people—especially outside of the court—so he doesn’t really notice anything wrong at first
He’d pick you up at your dorm like usual so that you could have breakfast together
You’d be visibly sluggish and flushed but he’d just assume you were tired or overworked
“Did you not get any sleep last night?”
You’d just wave him off, telling him that you were perfectly alright and that he didn’t need to worry
He would drop the subject but would make sure to keep a close eye on you
You wouldn’t eat much at all during breakfast which would just feed more to his worries
Then while you two were walking to class, you started getting lightheaded and had to lean on the wall for support
Ushijima was able to catch you as you stumbled, a deep frown on his face as he takes you to the infirmary, practically carrying you the whole way
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
He immediately disregards the fact that he’s gonna be late for class and stays with you at the infirmary
It isn’t obvious but anyone who knows Ushi well can tell that he’s really concerned and worried about you
The nurse instructs him to bring you back to your dorm and head to class
He only does the latter and literally skips classes for you
You would try to get him to go back to class but this boy is stubborn, he doesn’t want to leave you alone and wants to take care of you
I say take care of you loosely, he’s just like Kageyama, he has absolutely no idea what to do
He knows he needs to get medicine, get some food and water in you and stuff but asides from that he’s clueless
He’d go to Google and you two would spend some time researching on how to properly care for someone sick
You two end up falling into a rabbit hole of weird articles and get distracted
Ushijima will make sure you never have to leave your bed except for when you need to use the bathroom, he doesn’t want you up
Most of the time would be spent in silence, you two doing your own thing because Ushijima wouldn’t want to risk catching your fever
He has to take care of his body okay? He can’t play if he’s sick so he’s probably going to wear a mask when he’s with you and will always have a bottle of rubbing alcohol with him at all times sakusa is proud
He wouldn't get upset over the fact that you hid your fever from him but he just doesn’t understand why you chose to hide it from him and force yourself to go to class
When you explain that you don’t want to miss any of your lessons and fall behind, Ushijima would just shake his head and tell you a matter a factly that you need to take care of yourself
“Your health should be your top priority, (Y/N). Next time you’re feeling unwell just tell me.”
HE CARES SO MUCH OKAY, PLEASE MY HEART
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Iwaizumi Hajime
You are not going to get past Iwaizumi and you knew that so you’d try to avoid him the morning before class
Iwa has a sixth sense when it comes to these sort of things, it’s how he always knows when Oikawa is overworking himself or when his teammates are down
He’d immediately seek you out and once he sees you he can tell that you’re sick instantaneously
I feel like Iwa is an older brother and knows the symptoms when he sees them because he takes care of his siblings all the time
He’d touch your forehead, throw his blazer over you and rush you towards the infirmary
He starts lecturing you immediately, calling you an idiot for not taking care of yourself but you know he means it out of love
He’d give you a list of instructions to do when you get home, typing it rapidly on his phone at the same time making sure to send them to you in case you forget
“—drink a lot of water okay? Make sure you have a bottle by your bed. I’ll come by after classes, just text me if you need anything, I can drop by the store on the way.”
Basically Iwa is a super mom, okay? He knows just what to do for fevers, he knows the best medicines to use and the best food to eat
He may not seem like it but he is super caring also probably the most normal out of these boys
He’d check his texts after classes and as promised, would drop by the store and buy whatever you asked for along with stuff you need to deal with fevers (electrolyte drinks, meds, soup, etc.)
He’d walk into your room and immediately check your temperature and make sure you’ve already eaten and have been drinking water
He’d use more traditional home remedies to help you get better because that’s what his family always did
He’d also take out a Vicks vaporub and start slathering you in that shit
Half-Filipino Iwa? Half-Filipino Iwa.
He’d be like Ushijima and try to keep his distance from you at the same time, he doesn’t want to catch your fever
But at the same time he always finds himself back by your side, he just can’t help it
Constantly asks you if you’re okay, if you need anything, if the room is too hot
He’ll do anything to make your life a little easier and make sure you’re comfortable and resting well
His main priority is to get you up and well in no time, he doesn’t want to see you bedridden any longer
Basically Iwa is the epitome of “aggressively cares for you”
It may not be obvious but Hajime has one of the biggest hearts in the series and he deserves the literal world 
i love him so much please i can literally write a whole essay about how much i love this boy
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catboyantichrist · 3 years
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Hi there! Can you please do relationship headcanons of a gender neutral MC with autism and ADHD dating the seven brothers? I’d love to see more positive writing of a neurodivergent MC and how each of the brothers would love and respect them regardless of their disabilities. Feel free to do this if you want to. If not, that’s ok! Have a great day! 😁👍🌷🌹🌺🌸🌼🌻🌷🌹🌻🌼🌸🌺
This ask literally made me squeal- my neurodivergent ass is gonna have way too much fun with this- LMAO Just a warning, I'm basing this mainly off of my personal experiences (I have ADHD and am possibly getting tested for atypical autism in the future.). Ill try to be as broad as possible but I'd just like to give a heads up.
Just know that if you don't relate to this post or something in it, that doesn't mean you aren't valid! Everyone experiences neurodivergencey differently ^^
☆The Brothers Dating A GN!MC With Autism & ADHD☆
Day-to-day life has always been a struggle. As it feels like no human truly understands why you function the way you do. From bosses, to teachers, to neurotypical friends. Life can feel draining and like a chore when you're living in a world that doesn't function the way you do.
Then your world literally changes. You're in the devildom now. Most people would be terrified that they're living in a house full of demons. But you weren't. You felt like you finally belonged, and eventually you finally found love. Something that people assumed you'd never be able to find. Well jokes on them because your lover treats you with so much respect and kindness, and of course you do the same. This is some of what your lover does that just makes your heart spin:
Lucifer:
-Much to your dismay, before Lucifer started to get to know you he was similar to the humans you've encountered in the past. This doesn't last long though as one of the brothers (most likely Leviathan or Mammon) try to explain. He begins to go a bit easier on you, and also falls for you.
-When you guys start dating, he makes it his goal to help make your day-to-day life easier. Dare I say, he takes pride in it. (Hahahah aren't I funny?)
-He notices how you need a schedule to function, but how much you hate schedules. So with your permission, he makes a loose schedule and follows it WITH you. It simultaneously helps you function more than usual, and it helps Lucifer take breaks when he needs to.
-You two begin to do everything together, as doing stuff together and holding each other accountable is a lot easier than doing it alone
-If someone ever dares to make a rude comment about you Lucifer will um... "take care of them".
-If you ever get overstimulated from the environment you're in, Lucifer keeps his office wide open as a quiet place for you. He keeps a weighted blanket, some headphones and any stim toys you usually use in a corner of his office. If you're not comfortable with them out in the open he'll keep them in a special box somewhere in his office that others can't get into.
Mammon:
-Executive Dysfunction gang! The both of you are relieved that you understand each other and some dumbass wont just go "jUsT gEt Up aNd dO iT!"
-If you guys are struggling with it at different times, you'll try to help each other do small tasks that require very limited effort so that one of you don't get overwhelmed and stressed out. If its a particularly difficult day, you'll just stay there to support the other if they want that.
-If both of you are struggling that day, you do nothing ✨together✨ and just vibe with each others company.
-This man brings you shiny things. They don't even have to be worth anything, they're just shiny. You proceed to do the same. You two now have a designated spot for shiny things you bring each other. If you have an interest in art, you and him will probably end up using the shiny objects as art projects.
-A LOT of impulse shopping. You guys enable each other. Although you quickly realize that you impulse shop for each other. Every second day you end up bringing each other gifts and laughing about it after.
Leviathan:
-Y'know that arm thing two neurodivergent people do when they find out that the other person is neurodivergent? Yeah you two did that. And still continue to do that. It's your greeting now.
-You two spend tons of time either cuddling and talking about your special interests together, or both of you are pacing around Levi's room talking about your special interests together.
-And if you end up having the same special interest?? Oh man the serotonin you two both get just being AROUND each other.
-If you have a hard time around tons of people (in general or just at certain times) he's more than willing to share his room with you and for you two to do online school together. I mean hey, doing school by yourself online is difficult. (Even if it's more comfortable for you both)
-Will he get you a matching pair of noise cancelling headphones if you have auditory sensory issues, or if you just like the pressure on your head. (I don't know if that's a neurodivergent thing but I will wear my headphones just so that I feel some sort of pressure on my head)
-You both communicate what you need, and whether you need alone time or not. Making sure not to trigger any form of rejection sensitivity dysphoria for eachother.
Satan:
-If you were one of those neurodivergent kids that spent all of their time in the library, going through books like wildfire in middle school, get ready for that to be reignited.
-You two will read together all the time, and if you're having a day where you're more fidgety and don't wanna stay still, Satan is more than happy reading to you while you pace around.
-Satan has a natural curiosity, and loves to learn about anything that he doesn't already know about. So if you have a special interest about your own neurodivergency, he is more than happy to listen to you ramble about your life experiences and symptoms.
-Honestly, it doesn't even have to be about neurodivergency, Satan is happy to listen and learn about anything you're interested currently.
-If you aren't big on physical affection from humans or, well... humanoid people, that's perfectly fine! That's what animals are for! He'll take you to a cat cafe and will enjoy spending time with the animals with you.
-Similar to Lucifer, if anyone makes a comment about the way you act, they wont live to see another day. Unlike Lucifer, the demons who say these comments don't even finish their sentence. They're dead before MC blinks.
Asmodeus:
-When Asmodeus finds out that you have sensory issues that affect what you wear, he decides to hand-make clothes with fabrics of your choice. He has no issue with you prioritizing comfort over appearance, but if you want to put effort into your appearance and texture is stopping you, he's more than happy to design some stuff for you.
-Asmodeus has always been a touchy person, but if you aren't comfortable with that he'd never force you to cuddle. If you are interested in physical affection one of his favourite things to do is put makeup on your face, or just touch your face.
-Speaking of which, if you ever impulsively cut your hair whether it be from breakdown, normal impulsivity, or sensory issues with your hair being longer. He'll always help you cut your hair. He wants to make sure that once you cut it, you wont regret it the next day.
-Depending on whether you like going outside or not (or if its depending on the day) he's more than happy to take you to the fall! He'll make sure you're always comfortable and if you need the attention diverted from you if you need a break!
-If you don't like going outside, Asmo will dedicate certain nights for just you two to hang out. He can always energy match you. Hyperactive? Oh he's right there with you bouncing of the walls. Calmer? He doesn't mind just vibing with you. Comfort? Oh you've come to the right guy.
-Asmodeus is very emotionally intelligent, it may have originally been for the wrong purposes (charming others) but now he can use it to help you work through issues with socializing with others, past traumas from other people, he'll always do his best to support you as long as you'd do the same for him!
Beelzebub:
-Beel is always well meaning, but whether you're neurodivergent or neurotypical, communication is key with him. So, if you're unintentionally blunt to neurotypical people, that's exactly what Beel needs and wants. He knows you don't mean it out of harm, you're just trying to state your boundaries.
-Do you need a weighted blanket? This man will become the weighted blanket. He wants to make sure you're comfortable at all times!
-If you have trouble eating, Beel is here to help. If you take meds for ADHD and they make you lose your appetite, or just general forgetfulness, he'll remind you to have at least some sort of small snack throughout the day. Nothing too filling, just enough so that you aren't running on zero food throughout the day.
-All the go-to and comfort foods that you had in the human world? Beel would make it his MISSION to get them, and TONS of it too. It's the only food in the house he wont eat because he knows how important it is to you. He will tear up a bit if you offer to share though.
-If you're in a hyperactive mood, or anxious, Beel will convince you to do some light exercise with him to help calm you down
Belphegor:
-If you have trouble sleeping, Belphie will definitely try and help. Ranging from cuddling, aroma therapy, getting Beel to do exercise with you. To more magical means (if you're comfortable with it) like sleeping powder.
-If you just have a different internal clock than the average person, that's fine too! It may be permanent but that's okay- Belphie will sleep at any time with you.
-Isn't generally a social person so if you're not that big of a fan of social interaction you don't have to worry. Belphie would even do online school with you!
-He would let you use his pillows and blankets to stim if that's something you're interested in. He'd also listen to you ramble about your interests while doing so! As long as you don't mind him talking about the stars afterwards.
-Definitely the most blunt out of his brothers, so communication wouldn't be an issue between you two. If his bluntness is a bit too harsh for you he'll try to tone it down a bit, but it would probably just end up as him trying to explain the reasoning behind the bluntness and how it's not out of harm.
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fanfic-me-up · 4 years
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Capture This! || Kaminari Denki
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Synopsis: You walk in on Denki, your best friend of five years, getting off. Two questions: Why is there a picture of you? And why do you want him to take more? 
Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!reader
Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content
Word Count: 6k+
A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclub​ bingo event! Thank you @shoutogepi​ and @im-here-for-the-heroes​ for beta reading. Shout out to @whats-her-quirk​ this fic was born from me poppin in during your thirst hours lol
“Lotion? Check. Tissues? Check. Pictures?” 
Denki swallows. 
“Check.”
It’s routine for Denki, really the only ritual he sticks to in his otherwise scatterbrained schedule of kickin’ ass, chilling with friends, and playing Fortnite till ungodly hours of the morning.
But he can’t help it. You’re fucking gorgeous, and Denki has needs - his brain programmed to get off at least three times a day else he can’t function. The first time it happened, he felt a deep sense of shame, twisting his gut, disgusted with himself that he defiled your image. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a week until you had enough and demanded to know what was up. It was the first time he lied to you. 
But one time became two, and three, and suddenly Denki needed an image of you all the time. The one of you looking all pretty in that stupid summer dress was his favorite. You bought it that one time you dragged him to the mall because you needed a “guy’s opinion.” He rushed to the bathroom because if he didn’t get out fast, he was gonna drag you back into the changing room and rip that dress off himself.
You’re adorable, hot, sexy, and absolutely terrifying, wrapped up in one perfect package.
Oh, and did he forget to mention?
Totally off-limits.
This is why Denki has to resort to hanging out with you, listening to you vent about your boy problems, and how you just want to meet “the one” already. Denki’s heart breaks a little more every time you shove him deeper into the friend zone, all the while pretending like he didn’t just jerk it to you a couple hours before.
He works his hand up and down his shaft, growing harder by the second with each stroke. It doesn’t take much to get him going, not when it’s you. You’re wearing his hoodie, toes buried in the sand, roasting a marshmallow in front of a bonfire. You’re smiling at something Kirishima said, Denki doesn’t remember what, because all he could see was the light in your eyes. A genuine spark lit only when the cameras were off, and you were unaware of anyone watching. Denki loved witnessing these rare moments; wanted to commit it to memory, so he did. When you posted the picture on Instagram, Denki was more than surprised; you had scrunched your nose when he showed you the picture, displeased with how you looked.
This should not be happening. Any normal person would feel ashamed when staring at a picture of their best friend and touching themselves. No one knew about it, and Denki was surprised he was able to keep it a secret for this long considering he’s friends with fucking Mina of all people.
Enough pre-cum bubbles at the tip that he doesn’t even need the lotion. Staring at you on the screen, wearing his hoodie that’s way too big it covers your thighs completely, makes his mind wander to all sorts of ways he wishes he could get you out of that hoodie. He leans back into the chair, spreading his legs with his eyes half-lidded, imagining what your lips might look like wrapped around his cock. 
“Fuck yeah...”
Groaning at the image of you on your knees, lips bruised and slicked with spit from fucking your pretty little mouth has Denki tightening his fist, hips fucking into his hand in a continuous rhythm. 
He’s on the verge of coming when the door swings open - the first and last person Denki wants to walk in is standing there in front of him.
“Hey, I called, but you didn’t - ah!” You squeak, throwing the box you’re holding. A sea of random knick-knacks and hero merch rains over you. You hear a thump when the yellow polaroid camera you bought for Denki at a thrift shop hits the floor. 
“Fuck!” Denki jumps from his chair, an array of pens fall in a heap to the floor. 
You whip your head away, heat spikes your body, embarrassed that you saw your best friend in such a compromising position. 
Denki mutters a repeated “shit shit shit” to himself for a good minute before he finally addresses you; his voice rising with each word.
“How did you get in here!?”
“Spare key, dumbass!” 
“That’s for emergencies only!”
“Are you talking to me with your dick out!?”
Silence.
“No?”
You huff at the uncertainty in his tone. It’s only two o’clock, and you can already feel a migraine coming on.
“Denki, if I turn around and you’re not covered, so help me god I will-”
“Okay, okay, I got it. Pants are zipped.” 
You don’t move until you hear the confirming “zip” before slowly opening your eyes (you have no idea why your eyes were closed in the first place), and you turn around to find Denki leaning against the desk. He’s trying his best to appear casual, but the flush on his face and frazzled hair give away what he was doing moments before you walked in. You don’t know where it comes from, but the thought alone stirs something inside you.
The confusing emotion is replaced by hot-blooded anger when you lock eyes on the screen behind him.
“Is that my face!?” 
Denki’s smile drops as he turns around. Dammit. Of course, he forgot to close the tab.
“Uhhh…”
He has no words, none, not when you’re standing there with that intense look in your eyes you get when you’re about to rip someone a new one. Your anger could rival Bakugou’s, and Denki has unfortunately been in the middle of one too many screaming matches. He’s surprised his eardrums aren’t blown out by now.
He clicks to exit out, or at least he thinks he does until he comes to the dumb realization that he’s clicking the zoom button instead. 
“Ho-hold on, let me just…” 
With each click, it zooms a little more into your face until only your nose is in the frame. Denki sheepishly looks up at you.
“Oops?”
Denki’s had a good life. He’s already come farther than most ever dream in their career when becoming a pro-hero, and he’s made some amazing friends most spend years trying to find. The only regret of his is not confessing his true feelings to you, but really what’s one regret? He’s totally a-okay with saying goodbye to this cruel, cruel world if it meant not being subjected to this torture any longer. 
“Denki Kaminari.”
Denki gulps. Oh no. You only say his full name when you mean business. 
“Explain right this instant or I will walk out this door and tell the whole world how you and grape boy took body shots off cardboard cutouts of each other!”
“Hey! We were really fuckin’ drunk and thought it might score us some pity sex with the ladies!” 
“In what world would you licking fuckin’ Mineta equal oh yeah, fuck me, Denki?”
Denki cowers with each step you take, gulping down the lump in his throat when your face is close enough to hold in his hands. He’s never been more simultaneously turned on and terrified in his life. Especially when he just heard the words “fuck me, Denki” escape your lips.
Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Whatever you do. Don’t. Look. Down.
The last thing he wants is you flinging him out the window because he couldn’t keep his eyes on your face. Don’t get him wrong; he could look at your face forever, even when you look like your one move away from killing him. But… he’s a dude, and there’s boobs in front of him, not to mention your boobs.
“Hello? Earth to Denki?” You wave your hand in his face.
“You may wanna sit down for this.” 
“I’m fine where I am, thank you very much.” 
He huffs out a breath, annoyed you didn’t take the bait. The suggestion was more for his sanity than yours. With you standing so close, his brain is going haywire; the tantalizing scent of strawberries and cream short-circuiting his brain quicker than when he overuses his quirk. It never fails to make his mouth water, if only he could bend down and bury his nose in the crook of your neck, god, he’d never let you go.
How does he even begin to work through the feelings he has for you when they’ve been bottled up since the moment he knew he was in deep? Where does he start?
The fact he’s been in love with you for the past five years? 
Or that he’s been getting off to you for half that time? 
Denki’s mind is running a mile a minute, like a computer in overdrive. He can’t make enough sense of his emotions to convert into words. But, instead of waiting to open his mouth, like a normal person, Denki spews out embarrassing word vomit that connects his two thoughts.
“I love getting off to you.”
A pin could drop, and it’d be as loud as a freaking hurricane. 
Denki groans in frustration, facepalming his forehead. What the hell did he just say, and can he take it back? How long would it take for him to hack into a database and find someone with a time manipulation quirk? He doesn’t even know how to hack, but he’d wrangle his one brain cell and fucking learn if that’s what it takes.
He’s usually good at reading you. You’re one of the few people he cares enough to pick up on how you’re feeling. The myriad of emotions that pass on your face from shock to confusion to a hint of amusement lets Denki know he can breathe easy. At least you’re not trying to kill him anymore.
“Oh-kay that’s not what I - what I meant to say was - hold on, lemme just, rewind.”
He makes some weird, loopy gesture with his arms. His brain was firing a million synapses at once, each connected to a different thought, some deep like the fear of losing you and some not so deep - like he’s really excited to eat the cheeseburgers Bakugou promised he’d grill tonight. 
But he tries his best to reign in the million and one thoughts to focus on you, who’s waiting for an explanation. He takes a deep breath to steady his heart that’s about to beat out of his chest. He only hopes you don’t stomp on it after what he’s about to say.
“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since our first year at U.A. I wanted to tell you for the longest time, but then you got with Bakugou. Then you broke up, and you needed a friend more than ever, and how could I say no to being ‘your best bro’ when you were crying on my shoulder? It was just never the right time.”
The more he rambled, the more uncomfortable he felt. Out of all the scenarios he imagined of how he’d confess to you, this one was at the bottom of his list to be prepared for. He never expected to be forced into confessing because you caught him masturbating to pictures of you. He rubs the back of his neck and gives an awkward laugh when you stay silent.
“I get it if you wanna, like, shun me forever or something. I deserve it for being such a creep.” 
Denki lowers his head to the floor, the clutter of fallen pens and knick-knacks looks way less intimidating than staring into your eyes. A soft hand touches his chin, lifting his face to meet yours.
“Hey, look at me, it’s okay.” 
Your voice does wonders for soothing the nerves shaking him up.
“I guess it’s not that creepy when you put it like that, and for some weird reason, you’re like the one person I can catch jacking off to my pictures, and I don’t feel the need to report you as a registered sex offender.”
It’s meant to be reassuring, but Denki’s heart drops at the idea of you labeling him as the neighborhood perv.
“Please, don’t do that,” he squeaks before clearing his throat, “But for real, Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s wrong to disrespect you like that, and I promise I won’t do it again.”
Denki has no idea how he’s gonna get off now, but that’s his future self’s problem.
“I can’t help it, you’re gorgeous, and I love ya, and I don’t remember the last time I got laid.”
Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that last part, but it’s the truth. You’re the reason he couldn’t even look at another girl, because they weren’t you, and that’s why he had to resort to pulling up pictures of you. Pictures that aren’t normally deemed “sexy” and of you dressed modestly, without much skin showing.
That doesn’t stop Denki from coming in record time with your name rolling off his lips every time.
“How bad do you want me?”
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit curious about what sex with your best friend would be like. You heard he wasn’t a bad lay from a couple girls back at U.A. 
You’d also be lying if you didn’t say you were just as horny as said best friend.
It’s difficult finding time to date as a pro-hero. When you do, it doesn’t last very long anyway - the other person growing tired of always coming second to your career. Don’t even get you started on one night stands. They’re practically impossible to uphold as once the media gets wind of it, you’re slapped on the cover of “Hero Times Magazine,” and everyone and their mother is calling for you to “spill the tea.” This is why pro-heroes either end up with other pro-heroes or end up alone. 
Denki’s eyebrows shoot straight to his hairline. If someone were to tell him you were attracted to him in any sense of the word, his heart would double-time it, but he’d ultimately brush it off. He knew your type, and he could not be farther from it. The aggressive, beefy, gym rat who could match you move for move in a heated spar of harsh words and hot-blooded passion. You dated Bakugou for fuck’s sake! There was no hope for Denki after that.
But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take what he can get. The words pour out of him like the dam’s been broken and the unforgiving flood rushes.
“I want you so bad, Y/N, fuck, I’ve waited so long, so fucking long, you don’t know how crazy you make me.” 
Your breath catches. His words have an unexpected effect on you, but your heart drums in anticipation. If you listen close enough, you can hear Denki’s beating at the same rate, waiting for what you’re going to say next. Power surges through you. In your past relationships, sex was always seen as this competition. Your exes never wanted to relinquish their pride or control, but Denki is nothing like your exes. He’s laid-back, always cracking jokes, and never dwelling too much on the past, always moving forward to the next moment. He’s perfectly fine with letting you take the reins most of the time. You determine what will happen next.
“You love getting off to me?”
It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers in earnest.
“You’re the only one I get off to.”
You slide your dress off, and it falls to the floor.
“Show me.”
Denki’s eyes travel over your body, his mouth slightly open in disbelief at your undressed state. He wants to capture this moment in case this is as much as he gets, even if he can never use this mental picture because he promised you he wouldn’t. His fingers itch to brush along the lace trim of your bra, to graze along your nipple, and watch your reaction. Are you sensitive enough where you’d full on moan, or would he have to strain to catch the small hitch of breath? Denki was never top of his class. He preferred to wing it and hope for the best, but for you, he’d take his time to study every inch and crevice of your body until he could read you cover to cover with his eyes closed. His gaze travels down to the matching lace panties you wear, a cute little bow in the front waiting to be untied with his teeth. 
Did you plan to get fucked today? Or do you usually wear matching sets on the regular? 
Your skin looks so soft and supple, he’s aching to dig his fingers, but before he can, you step away. Denki cocks his head. Have you changed your mind? But any doubt leaves Denki when you make your way across the room to sit down on the edge of the bed. 
You start with feather-light touches dancing along your collarbone. Your eyes are locked on Denki, getting high on the way he drinks in your every move. Your touches are teasing, especially when your finger dips down to your cleavage. Still, instead of giving Denki what he wants, you change course, making your way back to your shoulders. Denki exhales a breath at your teasing, but says nothing, too afraid he’ll ruin the mood if he says something stupid. 
When you make your way down again, you don’t disappoint; you pinch your nipple through your bra, and the way Denki swipes his tongue over his lip has heat rushing to your core. You slide your hand down your stomach, stopping when you reach your clothed slit. Denki stares, hungry and buzzing in anticipation for what you’ll do next. Smirking in victory, you spread your legs open and pull your panties to the side, giving him the view to capture the perfect picture of your dripping pussy.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 
You taunt breathlessly, tracing your folds with your fingers.
Oh shit. Were you for real? Please, tell him you were for real because he legit might cry if this was some elaborate prank. Where are the fucking cameras? 
“You don’t want to?” You bite your lip, insecurity seeping through the confident smile you wore just a moment ago.
“No! I mean - yes! Yes, I do, holy shit, let me find - where the fuck is…” Denki whips around, trying to find his phone. Fuck! Out of all the times to misplace it, it has to be now. But then he spots the yellow polaroid camera sitting on the floor, and before he can think, he’s picking it up and praying it has film. He kneels, so he’s eye level with your pussy, but also making sure the angle gets your whole body in the frame. The light streaming in gives you an ethereal look, your skin glowing, and adding to the cute flush on your cheeks. The camera clicks, and a second later, the picture slides out. You giggle at Denki’s impatience. He’s waving the picture frantically in the air, so the color comes through faster. He completely stills when he can finally take a good look at the beauty he’s captured.
“Fuck, Y/N, you look…” 
Denki can’t control the groan that escapes. He looks back up at you, eyes darkened with lust before he’s ripping his shorts off so fast, his foot gets caught, and he almost trips in the process. Once he’s out of them, he plops back down in the chair across the room. You’re surprised when all you feel is pure, unadulterated lust. You expected to be at least a little bit weirded out staring at your best friend’s cock, but all you want is to put it in your mouth and explore all the different ways you can make him come. The tip is oozing pre-cum already, and the way he works his hand with a sense of urgency suggests he’s been hard for a while. It doesn’t take long before you hear Denki grunt.
“Fuck, I’m close.”
You look so pretty spread out for him. For the last five years, he wanted nothing more than to see you like this. His hips jerk up, and he throws his head back, but he makes sure to keep his eyes open like his life depended on it; he didn’t want to miss a second of this. You, with your legs wide open giving him a view of your perfect little pussy. Your panties soaked by you rubbing your clit mercilessly, and your pupils blown wide as you watch your best friend get off to the show you’re giving him. It’s erotic as hell, completely different from the pictures Denki has of you. This one easily tops all the others. He tightens his fist - he doesn’t want it to end without feeling your skin on his at least once.
“Let me touch you, Y/N, please, I just wanna touch you, need to feel you.” 
Denki doesn’t give a fuck that he’s begging at this point. He’s waited too damn long to care about pride or dignity, not when the chance to fuck you is placed in his shaking hands. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, but it comes out anyway.
“Touch me.” 
That’s all Denki needs. Before you know it, you’re pushed down on the bed, and lips smash against yours. He’s eager, a little too eager, shoving his tongue in your mouth and touching everywhere that he can. You don’t have much room to breathe, so you gently push at his chest.
“Chill, Denki.”
He huffs out a breath, muscles shaking like he’s restraining himself from overwhelming you.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” 
He mumbles, peppering kisses into your neck before making his way back to your lips. It’s much smoother this time, his tongue sliding out to tease your bottom lip, asking for permission this time. He groans when you open up for him, your tongue meeting his. Hands trail up until they reach around, resting on the clasp of your bra. Honey eyes meet yours, but you cut off his question.
“I’ll stop you if I need to, but you asking me if it’s okay every time you try something is gonna seriously kill the mood.” 
You reach around to place your hands on top of his, unclasping your bra along with him. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare chest. You try not to squirm at the intensity of his gaze. It becomes near impossible when he dips down to flick his tongue over your nipple before biting with his teeth. He pays the same attention to the other one before kissing his way down your stomach. You arch your back when he spreads your legs and positions himself between them. He makes his way around, avoiding your dripping pussy, teasing your thighs with soft kisses. You huff in annoyance, and he smirks up at you, biting into the flesh of your thigh. This time he places a kiss to your heated center, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch. 
“Is it everything you imagined?” You ask.
He looks up at you, with such a serious expression, one you’ve only seen a couple times since knowing him.
“Everything and more.”
Your heart flutters, and you know you’re going to say something you’ll regret if you don’t stop counting the different shades of gold in his eyes. You clear your throat before throwing your hair back.
“You gonna fuck me, or am I gonna have to do it myself?”
You pull his head in for a demanding kiss, biting on his lip to distract yourself from the rush of bubbling emotions threatening to surface.
“One sec,” Denki whispers, placing one last kiss to your lips, before getting up.
You gape at the giant box of condoms he casually pulls out. It hasn’t been opened, and oh my god, you didn’t even know they made huge boxes like this. There were at least a hundred in there. What person thinks to buy a big box of condoms if their plans don’t include… fucking a whole ass army? 
“What the fuck, Denki?” 
People usually have one, maybe two condoms in their wallet at most. Some guys don’t have any at all, which kills the mood when you’re in the heat of the moment, so I guess you can be thankful that Denki is... extra prepared?
“What?” 
He pulls a condom out and drops the box. It thumps when it hits the floor. You’re taken aback by how nonchalant he’s being about this.
“I- you- wha- How many times do you think we’re gonna do it!?” 
Denki slides the condom on, smirking at your shocked expression.  
“Till we finish this box,” he says as he slides into you. 
You gasp at the stretch. He pushes to the hilt, and stays there when he notices the slight furrow of your brow. It has been a while since you’ve fucked, but soon enough, you crave more so you roll your hips, but he doesn’t move.
“Denki?” 
His head is pressed into your neck, warm breath tickling your skin, and the stuttering heartbeat matches to the beat of your own. 
“Just… gimme a minute, don’t wanna ruin it by coming in two seconds.” 
His words are muffled, voice raspy with desire, and you can only imagine what his face looks like. It makes you want him all the more. Finally, someone who doesn’t see sex as an opportunity to one-up you or to put you in your place. It’s scary how the last twenty minutes have changed five years of friendship.
“Hey,” you hold his face in between your palms. He already looks completely fucked out with his face flushed and eyes glazed. You place a tender kiss to his lips, unlike the previous kisses you shared. 
“You couldn’t ruin it even if you did come right now.”
You caress his hair in an attempt to reassure him.
“You’d just have to make it up to me,” you wink.
His smile is so pure, lighting up his eyes that’s unique to Denki; it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest. But the moment passes as the previous heat between you two spikes when Denki circles his hips, taking his time to feel you inside and out. He’s touching and kissing you wherever he can, your cheek, neck, chest, thighs, like it’s the first and last time he’ll experience you like this. It might very well be. 
This thought doesn’t sit well with you.
Once he’s mapped out your sweet spots, he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls your hips flush towards his. He pulls out of you until only the tip is brushing your opening and pounds back into you, taking your breath away. He pumps in and out of you faster, and you cry out when he hits that special spot deep inside of you.
“Denki,” you moan. He grunts and spreads your legs even wider, grabbing one and hauling it over his shoulder to pound into you deeper.
He’s getting close, hell, he’s been close even before you walked in. 
“F-fuck…” Denki groans, thrusting at an uneven pace and feeling the familiar tightening in his groin.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you flip him over and begin bouncing on his cock in a much more steady rhythm. Denki’s staring up at you, eyes wide in admiration.
You’re a goddess. An absolute fucking masterpiece that needs to be put in a museum for his eyes only. God, when did he get so fucking mushy? You always brought out different sides that Denki, himself, didn’t even know he had. He can’t keep his hands off you, grabbing your boobs, sliding down the curves of your thighs, gripping your ass. He wants to commit it all to memory in case he never gets to know this pleasure again. 
“Y/N, ah, shit, I’m gonna...” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence.
He’s holding on to that sweet release for as long as he can. He’s been craving it since he met you on the first day of class at U.A. His balls tighten, unable to hold it in any longer, before he gives in to the long overdue orgasm. It hits him hard - his entire body tingling from head to toe like 1000 volts of electricity bolt through him. Denki had no idea he could come for this long, but he doesn’t want it to end - it feels so fucking good inside you. He rides it out for a couple more thrusts before he relaxes, completely sated. You try to pull off him, but he grabs your hips and forces you back down. You squeak, clearly not expecting him to care enough to help you out after he finished.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
The tone of his voice sounds foreign in his ears, too gruff and too deep, but you seem to have no problems with it as you moan in response, working yourself on top of him. Your thighs crush his hips, shaking with need as you seek a release of your own. You’re tired from bouncing, so you resort to grinding, swirling your hips deliciously around his cock. Denki squeezes your ass in appreciation.
“You close?” 
“Close, so close, Denki, please…”
Your eyes well up with tears, desperate to finish; the coil in your stomach wound too tight that you might burst any second. Denki helps you by thrusting his hips to meet yours, his hand rubbing your clit. You jolt at the sudden zap to your clit, you look down to see a small spark leave Denki’s fingertip. He does it again, and you cry out, your pussy fluttering from the electrifying touch.
“C’mon, baby, you can do it, come for me.” 
Fuck. Denki didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out, but then you’re moaning louder than before that Denki would’ve had to quiet you if you weren’t alone. Words are tumbling out before you can stop them.
“Oh, fuck, Denki, I love this so much, I love you, I-” 
You slap your hand over your mouth. Denki’s eyes widen for a second before a dangerous glint takes over, and he wretches your hand away from your mouth.
“Lemme hear you. C’mon, Y/N, show me how much you love this.”
You hardly recognize the scream as your own; you flush at how loud you are, but Denki doesn’t seem to mind. It seems to spur him on. He sits up so your chest to chest before he bends down to tug at your nipple with his teeth. You throw your head back in pleasure, your hands coming around to grab at his hair. Golden eyes look up at you from your chest, a slight smirk curving his lips.
“I’m no photographer, baby girl, but I can sure as hell picture us together.”
Leave it to Denki Kaminari to make you come with a cheesy pickup line. 
He gives one final thrust, balls slapping against your ass and hitting the spot deep inside you just right. Your thighs quiver from the pleasure wracking your body, a scream lodging out of your throat so loud that the people next door bang on the wall. You’re overwhelmed to the point that all you can do is rest your head on his shoulder, whispering his name in a broken whimper as you finish. 
You fall next to him on the bed, sweaty and completely wiped, both of you trying to catch your breath. Denki tosses the condom in the trash while you stare at the ceiling, watching the fan swirl round and round. Your mind is no different at the moment, going round in circles, and you’re trying to catch up. Your body feels weightless, tingling all over and loving the high you didn’t think was possible. The bed shifts, and suddenly you’re faced with your best friend of five years. Before he can get a word out, the front door slams shut, and two very familiar, very masculine voices are down the hall, getting closer by the second. 
“Kaminari, you lazy shit, get the fuck down here!”
“Shit!” Denki jumps from the bed, ruffling through the mess to find his pants.
“Denki, just lock the door! Hurry!”
It’s too late as the door swings open, and yeah… if today taught Denki anything, it’s that he really needs to lock his door more often. He doesn’t have time to think as he hops back into bed with you to avoid flashing any of his other friends today. Bakugou would probably threaten to chop his dick off and… yeah, Denki doesn’t wanna think about the rest.
You squeak and cover yourself with the blanket when you’re met with two sets of equally shocked crimson eyes.
Kirishima drops the bag of chips he’s holding. It seems like dropping things when walking into Denki’s room was a common theme today, and he’s sure as hell not looking forward to the cleanup. Denki regrets chancing a glance at Bakugou; nostrils flaring like a rabid predator on the loose and Denki’s his target.
The four of you stare at each other for who knows how long before Kirishima breaks out into a full-on grin.
“About time, bro, congrats!” 
“Congrats?” You turn to Denki, confused.
“The fuck!? You bangin’ my ex, dunceface!?” Bakugou shouts.
“Please don’t hurt me!” Denki squeaks, hiding underneath the covers.
“Oi! You fuck like a man, you better fight like one, too!”
You roll your eyes, hardly affected by Bakugou’s exploding presence, unlike Denki, who is literally shaking beside you.
“Oh fuck off, Katsuki, listen to yourself. Keyword ex-girlfriend.”
Bakugou sputters, and Kirishima drags him by the shoulder.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s been in a mood since he found out he’s gonna be the next star of the Bachelor.” 
“You wanna die too, shitty hair!?” 
You and Denki burst out laughing at the absurdity of Katsuki forced to act like a gentleman on live TV. The image of Katsuki in a suit and tie, holding a rose and actually smiling, is comedic gold to you.
“C’mon, bro, let’s give ’em some space.” 
“Oi! You’re on my shit list now! All of you! Aye! Get the fuck off me!”
Kirishima drags Bakugou the rest of the way, giving you a quick thumbs up on the way out.
You and Denki are still cracking up, but your laughter dies when they leave, and you’re faced with the tension from before. Denki sinks lower into the sheets, hating that he keeps getting walked in on. Who decided it was ‘make a fool out of Denki day’ anyway?
“So…” you start.
“So…” Denki finishes. 
You both stare straight ahead at nothing. 
“Did you mean it?” 
You raise an eyebrow, clearly asking him to elaborate.
“What you said, when you... you know...” he makes a clicking noise with his mouth like that’s universal code for fucking, “Or was it just a heat of the moment thing?” 
You take a moment to think before you give your response. You want to be as honest as possible, and not lead Denki on in any way. Of course, you loved him, he’s your best friend, but did you love him? 
You think back on your friendship, and suddenly a supercut of all the times he was there for you flashes before your eyes. He was there when you needed someone to drive you when you had your wisdom teeth pulled out. You didn’t expect Denki to stay with you the whole weekend, buying you ice cream and watching your favorite movies, but he did. 
He was there when you and Bakugou became an item, always listening to you swoon over how amazing a boyfriend he was. Denki would always respond with “But can he do this?” and would proceed to overuse his quirk like an overpowered Pikachu just to make you laugh. It sends a knife through your heart, knowing Denki was in love with you while you were talking about how great of a boyfriend his friend was. Not to mention how he was there when you and Bakugou broke up, heart-broken and vowing to swear off boys for good. Denki held you in his arms while you cried, staying silent the entire time, which you knew was against his nature. Denki was always there for you as a friend. There’s no doubt he’d be there for you as a lover.
“I meant it,” you say.
Tears threaten to spill, and your heart might burst out of your chest and land right into his hands. You hope he holds on to it forever. He squishes your cheeks and leans down to plant the softest kiss on your lips. This is what you’ve been missing - more like who you’ve been missing. You open your mouth to deepen the kiss, and he meets you move for move. He pulls away, hands still on your cheeks, grazing your cheekbones with his fingertips as he stares into your eyes. 
“Denki, I…” You bite your lip, overcome with emotion. You desperately want to say the words to capture this picture-perfect moment forever. 
Until you feel something poking your thigh.
“Denki!” 
You yell, affronted he popped a boner in the middle of what was supposed to be a romantic moment.
“Sorry!”
“Ugh! Worst timing ever!” You slap his shoulder.
“Ow! I said I’m sorry!”
You wiggle out of his embrace. Silence eats at the room, and you can feel Denki’s energy radiating in uncomfortable frequencies. The last moment had been thoroughly ruined.
But you have all the time in the world to make more.
“... round two?” 
Just seeing Denki’s face light up like Christmas is enough to promise the birth of a new moment. He bends over to grab his box of condoms, some spilling on the floor and adding more to the mess, before saying, “hell yeah!”
You roll your eyes with affection. What a weirdo, you think. But he’s your weirdo.
That night, or rather the next day since it was currently three in the morning, Denki plops down on his bed exhausted from the day. He’s fluffing his pillow, trying to get comfortable, when he feels something underneath. His eyes widen when he takes in the picture he’s holding. You must’ve taken it when he was downstairs and snuck it under his pillow. You’re bent over with that same damn lacy bra that sends him for a loop. Your cleavage deliciously on display as you bite your lip and stare at the camera with those innocent eyes. Denki can’t help it, his hand sliding down on instinct and cupping himself through his boxers. He turns the picture around and smiles at the cute little message written on the back.
“To add to your collection 😉”
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Can you do something about corpse wanting physical affection and feeling touch starved but after being “clingy” for a few days he starts distancing himself because he doesn’t want to seem to clingy. Like you get into bed and try to cuddle him but he moves away or when you come home normally he’ll come hug you but he just continues to do his work. This is kinda long sorry :)
Don’t worry it’s not long! I love this idea. I’ve said many times that I love receiving long requests. They show me you guys are excited about it.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy 🖤🖤
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Corpse goes through phases where he doesn’t think he deserves you. The thing he fears most, is that you’re gonna get sick of him and leave him. So he can’t risk doing something that might make you feel overwhelmed or tired of him.
He always thinks like that when he’s had a few good days. Like he’ll be near you all the time for a while, holding your hand, hugging you, cuddling you. Then suddenly he’ll realise that he basically hasn’t given you any space for the past week.
Of course he loves being around you. He doesn’t want to be anywhere else, but he can’t let himself risk you getting sick of him.
You have no idea about any of this. You don’t know why suddenly Corpse is giving you the cold shoulder and of course the conclusion you reach is that you’ve done something wrong. You can’t think of any other reason he wouldn’t want to touch you or even be around you.
You hold his hand and he pulls away. You give him a hug and he doesn’t hug back. You sit next to him and he leaves.
It’s absolute torture for Corpse. All he wants is to be able to be close to you but he’s convinced himself that you see him as a burdon.
Eventually, you just go to him and demand that he tell you what you did wrong. He, of course, doesn’t know what you’re talking about because you did nothing wrong. He tells you as much and by that point you’re sick of this.
You love Corpse, you really do. But you can’t handle him being all in one day and then giving you the cold shoulder the next. You tell him as much and it’s only then that he realizes what you’re saying.
You’re saying that you don’t understand why he isn’t letting you close to him. All at once he feels like an idiot because he realizes that you never felt the way he thought you did. And for a moment, he thought he had ruined the best relationship he’d ever had by trying to preserve it.
Until you just sigh and pull him into a hug. Corpse can be an idiot sometimes. His mind convinces him of things that aren’t true but you know that the best way to handle it is to help him, not fight him.
Corpse practically melts into your embrace because he’s missed it so much. He doesn’t function very well when he doesn’t have you to be there with him.
Eventually Corpse would realise that he’s allowed to be clingy. He’s allowed to need affection and reassurance and he’s allowed to ask for it. But until then, you’ll just pull his dumbass out of his own head.
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