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bunny584 · 3 months

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OBSESSED: ITADORI

A/N: Quarterback Itadori with #20 on his jersey realizes he has a little (big) problem with a certain cheerleader turned Chem tutor (who also happens to be just a little bit older 🤭). Anon this one is for you! I hope you enjoy 💋

S/N: I’ve never giggled so much writing a piece. This one was so funny to me.

C/W: Aged up characters (19+), college AU, Mature, 18+

“ITADORI!”

Oh for fucks sake.

Yuji can’t drag away from the pyramid of cheerleaders right of center field.

“Coach?”

“IF YOU WANT TO WEAR A SKIRT AND BACKFLIP FOR THE BOYS THEN JUST SAY THAT?!”

His teammates erupt in a chorus of laughter. Coach Yaga is an ass.

Fact.

But he is also living, breathing, comedic relief.

“I would coach, but they aren’t my type!”

Yuji yells back, eyes still lasered to your back. He knows it’ll sear Yaga’s skin right off the bone.

Whatever.

What’s a few more seconds, right?

You are just so…hot.

In a mind-bending kinda way. An optical illusion. Or desert mirage.

A fresh water oasis in a destitute wasteland. Always just a few more steps away. No matter how long he’s been crawling on his knees.

His knees.

He’d kill to be on his knees for you. Diving head first into—

“SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET BACK ON THE FIELD. PINK TOP IDIOT!!”

“Yes sir!” Times up.

“Dude, she’s a smoke show.”

The team’s starting running back (#14) rests his arm on Yuji’s shoulder. Just as four bodies fling you so far against gravity it is questionable whether you’ll come down.

“She’s perfect.”

“And a junior.” #14 reminds him, tugging his helmet back over his head.

“So?”

“Okay, freshmeat. Someone’s got mommy issues.”

Yuji bursts into full belly laughter. Stealing one last glance at you before pulling his helmet on.

His teammates never fail to remind him that he’s the only freshman in Tokyo University history to make starting lineup.

Not to mention quarterback.

“#14, #20 IF YOU DONT STOP RUBBING DICKS ILL WEAR BOTH OF YOUR ASSES TO THE BONE THIS AFTERNOON.”

Yuji promptly takes position at center field. He knows better than to push his luck. Two-a-days are already brutal enough, he has no intention of making his life harder than it is.

But you do.

You are setting flames to the hoops Yuji has to jump through to get through study hall and afternoon practice.

Why else would you wear those yoga pants?

They’re a second skin, for Christ’s sake.

Might as well be body paint. Outlining every tantalizing, serpentine curve. Pretty, full hips. Plump, tight ass. The mouthwatering, puffy rose between your legs just begging to be watered. By his tongue.

Yuji’s palm digs into his crotch. Trying to force his pulsating length from tenting up into the table. Cursing himself for changing out of his compression shorts.

“Hello? Yuji?”

Your dulcet voice echoes between his ears and curls around his dick. Jerking him back down to earth.

“Y-yeah? Hi.”

Yuji forces an acknowledgement through the sharp edges of his voice box. Sitting fully erect in his seat. Scrambling to find the pencil that was supposed to be mirroring your work on the whiteboard.

Because not only are you a perfect 10 on and off the field; you are a prodigy when it comes to chemistry.

And currently in the middle of trying to diffuse some of your excess knowledge into his very deficient head.

You toss your head back. Your laughter is definitely why tales of fishermen being lost at sea exists.

Light.

Breathy.

Soprano crescendo that’s rutting against the few folds in his brain.

“Why are you so distracted today, Yu?”

“Distracted?” His voice cracks.

“Ha—no, I’m not distracted. Sorry, walk me through it again.”

But before Yuji can retreat back into his daydream, you catch him in the Venus fly trap of your gaze. Tilting your head slightly.

Yuji swallows thickly. Frozen in place. Hand pushing down on his cock with all his might. As if you could see through the table.

Did you know he was staring at your ass? Can you tell how hard he is? Is there drool on his face? Shit, there must—

“Woah, the way the sun is catching your eyes right now, Yu.”

You take a half step to the side, allowing the full beam of light to caress Yuji’s already hot face.

A shaky hand swipes along the back of his neck.

“H-huh?”

“Your eyes are so pretty. Warm. Like hot chocolate with cinnamon.”

Your full lips curl into a soft smile. And Yuji bites down a pitiful whine.

“I—thanks.” You don’t hear him. Because he whispers through a wired shut jaw.

Yuji lets his erection tent up, grazing the table. He fists his base through his athletic pants. Ears fiery hot with embarrassment. His hand glides up and down his clothed cock without his permission.

Did you know?

That you snapped his self-control in half?

And shoved him into the darkest recesses of his mind?

Where his most depraved thoughts (and the King of Curses) lives?

Because all Yuji can see is the way your ass ripples and bounces while you scribble hieroglyphics on the whiteboard.

His mind’s eye is currently picturing him fucking you dumber than he is.

Fist full of hair in one hand. Both of your wrists behind your back in another. Mesmerized by the way your plump, fleshy mounds slam against his hips.

Maybe he’ll fuck you in front of a mirror?

So he can make you repeat how pretty you think his eyes are while he brands the shape of his cock into you.

Then he’ll tell you how pretty you are. Creaming all around his length. Drool raining down from your lips in sync with his thrusts.

Maybe he’ll stick a dildo on the mirror so he can watch your mouth get stuffed while he violates your insides?

You’ll look so pretty. When he fills you up with something warm. A little thicker than ‘hot chocolate with cinnamon.’

“Yu? Are you okay?” Genuine concern knocks his lust-drunk thoughts loose.

Yuji blinks himself back to this dimension. Chest heaving. Cramps blooming from his fingertips to his biceps from grasping his sex so hard. He doesn’t need a mirror to know he’s stained blood red. From chin to hairline.

“I-uh. Sick. I’m—I feel sick. Be right back.” He takes off to the male locker room at inhuman speed.

Yuji nearly doubles over the porcelain sink, glaring at his blown out pupils. Olive skin flushed like he just finished a marathon.

He can’t believe he was just groping himself like that in public. In plain sight.

All because you complimented his eyes?!

Who the hell is he?

“Sukuna, give it a rest.”

Yuji hisses poison at his curse. Because he surely wasnt responsible for those lewd actions.

“Oh, I’ll rest you PERMANENTLY you asinine little b—“

“I’m serious. Quit it.”

Yuji darts around the empty locker room. Accidentally raising his voice.

“Quit what, brat?”

“Quit…making me think..things like that.”

Sukuna’s bellowing laughter sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Deafening between Yuji’s ears.

“That’s all you kid. I’m only 10 fingers in. Don’t have that power…yet.”

Sukuna retreats to Yuji’s subconscious. Leaving him stunned. Disbelief crashing into him like tornado winds.

Yuji has never been a pervert.

Sure, he’s had crushes. But he knows how to control his impulses.

He might be dumb like one, but he’s not an actual dog…right?

Wrong.

Yuji dives into an empty stall while his teammates file in. Study hall is complete and afternoon warm-ups are starting soon.

And his neglected, weeping sex is clamoring for attention.

Missing it’s muse — your soft, curvy frame and the ways he wants to fill you.

One hand clamps over his mouth. While the other one tugs his pants down. Thick, heavy length springing free. Sticky and slick with his precum.

His head meets the cool wall. Hips thrusting against his fist. Broken whimpers pushing through the web spaces of his fingers that are digging into his cheek. Choking himself quiet so no one hears his pathetic hormone driven state.

“Mnnhgh f—fuck.” Muffled curses slip past his hand.

His cock is red and engorged. Angry from his abuse. But his hips can’t stop rutting into his hand. Picturing abusing your pretty, swollen cunt.

A hot tear rolls along his cheek, between his fingers. Salty on his tongue.

Curtains start to shade his vision and Yuji’s hands move to cup his bulbous tip. His muscular core tenses and strings of warm, thick seed fills his hands.

The world slowly starts to piece together. His heart rattling in its cage comes to a normal pace. Choppy, incomplete breaths gradually replaced with deep, relaxed ones.

Shit.

He’s in trouble.

Because he needs to pass chemistry to play football. And he needs you to pass.

But he can’t ever look you in the eye again after this display.

After one measly compliment.

How will he act if you bend over in front of him?

Or lean over a little too far?

God forbid you touch his arms or brush against him.?

Then a lightbulb goes off.

Yuji has the perfect solution.

He scrambles to clean up. Putting on his street clothes. Ignoring the quizzical looks from his teammates. He’s going to fix his little problem.

“Coach Yaga?” Yuji is met with an open office door and his coach’s nostrils flaring. Vein along his temple pulsing.

He draws in a steadying breath.

“I can’t play football anymore coach. I quit.”

“….YOU WHAT?!?!”

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astrow1zar6 · 5 months

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Astro Observations-19

I notice Earth suns tend to have a very bullying type of humor. Very harsh dry humor that’s borderline offensive is their style. Sometimes it’s hard to know if they’re joking or serious especially Capricorn’s 😭

Aries men are surprisingly not as hot headed as people would expect. It actually takes a lot before they really yell at you. Usually only if u insult something they’re passionate in. The women are a lot more hot headed & easily set off imo

Mercury Rx people usually struggle with speech or reading problems. I notice it can result in having a stutter or a lisp, dyslexia or just very bad social anxiety. In extreme cases I’ve seen selective mutism. I also notice they have a very intense relationship with books & reading, it’s either they absolutely love reading or it’s really challenging for them in some way. A lot started off in their earlier years finding reading challenging then ended up loving reading as they grew. It’s like a mental exercise for them.

Saturn RX people always make bad choices lol. They always choose the path that will lead to the most hardship just for the fun of it or the excitement (which it’s normally not fun for too long) they usually grew up having a hard time with authority. Could of had very authoritative parents that were too hard on them which caused them to rebel. In this lifetime they are here to learn the value of HARD-work because in past lives these people were usually really irresponsible & put fun and pleasure over building their futures. These people will face so much disappointment until they surrender their rebel lifestyle. Deep down they do want to mature & be better but many believe they aren’t good enough. Once they reach this maturity however their life will do a 360.

Venus in the 1st house people can act very unpleasant when they are getting ignored or the attention isn’t fully on them. They value people liking them & fitting in so when they feel like they aren’t vibing with anyone they go into this deep self pity downer attitude. Their self esteem and happiness is determined by how many people accept them.

Venus in the 3rd house people have relationships that look more like friendships. Their partnerships are more playful & light then deep and intense. They usually end up dating their best friend. Could lack in the physical realm however in some cases.

Venus in the 7th house people usually have a lot of crushes. Most of them however never turn into anything deeper. It’s surprisingly hard for these people to fall in love. They can also lead a lot of people on because of their multiple crushes. Not easy to keep these people attention.

Moon in Caps are really afraid of rejection. They will act they hate you even if they’re in love with you to avoid showing their vulnerable side. Their coldness can ruin a lot of relationships that they actually really wanted.

Mercury in Pisces people can never stay on topic while speaking 😂 they have this habit of going off topic then completing forgetting why they were even telling the story in the first place. They also disassociate like a mf. They can be staring dead in your eyes for hours and not hear a word you’re saying lol.

If you try to argue with a Mars in the 3rd house you will never win. These people are natural born lawyers. They come with all the receipts 👀

Cancer placements tend to have really round faces. Like the moon.

Pisces placements are really wise and really childish at the same time. They all have this naive childish aura around them where you assume they don’t understand much but then when you really get to know them they will talk to you like your listening to an Alan Watts lecture 😂

Mercury in the 12th house I believe is the most introverted mercury placement. Even with a more extroverted mercury sign there’s still this deep reserve to them. These are usually those kids in class that you never heard speak once then they finally speak u think “holy shit they do know how to talk” lol. I notice they choose to stay quiet because people ignore them anyways. Like people will ask them to be more open and talk more & when they actually try they are usually brushed off.. it’s really not fair, and they know this all too well.

Aquarius Venus 🤝 having their friends catch feelings for them

Uranus/Venus aspects are usually apart of the LGBTQ community.

#astro observations #astrologist #astrology #astro community #astro notes #astroblr

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thatsonemorbidcorvid · 1 year

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“The women leaders in our study were considered too young or too old. They were too short or too tall, too pretty or too unattractive or too heavy. They had too much education or not enough or their degrees were not from the “right” schools. They suffered from disrespect and misperceptions due to race, color, or ethnicity. Whether they had children or were childless, the women were expected to work harder than men to prove their worth. Women were held back from leadership opportunities due to being single, married, or divorced. There was no personality trait sweet spot, as introverted women were not seen as leaders and extraverted women were viewed as aggressive. The effect, then, means women leaders are “never quite right.””

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https://www.fastcompany.com/90889985/new-research-reveals-critiques-holding-women-back-from-leadership-that-most-men-will-never-hear

A recent study of the 33 biggest multilateral institutions found that of 382 leaders in their history only 47 have been women. And the percentage of women running Fortune 500 companies has only just recently crested a meager 10%.

As researchers we wondered why institutions consistently fail to promote women to top jobs. Our recent study of 913 women leaders from four female-dominated industries in the U.S. (higher education, faith-based nonprofits, law, and healthcare) sheds light on this pernicious problem. As we found, there’s always a reason why women are “never quite right” for leadership roles.

Women are criticized so often and on so many things that they are acculturated to receiving such disparagement, taking it seriously, and working to make improvements. And any individual woman may take it personally, believing the criticism directed at her to be warranted.

But our research reveals that the problem lies elsewhere. Virtually any characteristic can be leveraged against a woman in a discriminatory fashion. Such criticisms often relate to facets of women’s identity in an overt or subtle way, such as race, age, parental status, attractiveness, and physical ability.

Effectively, the surface-level critique functions as a “red herring,” distracting from the inherent gender bias driving the encounter. This type of treatment is so common that we have called it “we want what you aren’t” discrimination.

More specifically, our research revealed 30 different characteristics and qualities of a woman’s identity that emerged as points of criticism creating barriers to women’s success. The clear message to women is that—whatever they are—they are “never quite right.”

Age was a consistent challenge for women leaders in our study. Some of our respondents reported being considered too young to lead, while others indicated being too old hindered them from advancing.

However, being middle-aged didn’t help women’s career prospects either. A physician shared: “I am middle-aged, and men my age are seen as mature leaders and women my age as old.”

Parental status—having children or being childless—emerged as another point of criticism. A higher-education leader described how people assume she “can’t take on a bigger role ‘because of the kids,’” which made her feel that she needed “to work extra hard” to show that she could be both a dedicated mother and a leader.

On the other hand, a childless physician was expected to “work harder/more, accomplish more” than other female colleagues. Mothers were also bypassed for career opportunities, as happened to a single divorced lawyer who was the mother of preschoolers, “due to a perception by my male bosses that I cannot or should not handle [larger matters].”

Likewise, pregnancy was problematic, particularly for lawyers in our study. There was doubt that women would come back to work after maternity leave. Some were no longer given good assignments, while others were forced to quit private practice or work part time. One lawyer described the loss of confidence from bosses:

“Once you are pregnant or trying to have kids, the way management views you deteriorates. The opposite thing happens for male coworkers. I’ve seen it in so many law firms it’s impossible to argue it was just coincidence or based on merit.”

Simply planning on having kids was enough to invoke bias. A woman in higher education reported being denied promotion because she would need maternity leave for hypothetical future children.

Women of color were targets of subtle bias. An African American faith-based leader described being “invisible” and regularly “talked over” by white men. A Native American higher-education executive described being misperceived as weak, “when in fact we are practicing ‘respect’ for ourselves and others.” And a Filipina physician described facing role incredulity, as people assumed that she was “a nurse, and not a doctor and a division chief at that.”

Even physical ability and health played into the women’s experiences. Physical disabilities led to assumptions of not being capable. One higher-education leader who uses a crutch was questioned by men about the way she walks and has been told “to hide my cane, especially for photographs,” as she said.

Regarding health, there were double standards around the way men and women with illnesses were treated. A physician developed ovarian cancer while serving as an officer in the public health service. She explained, “The plan was to discharge me . . . even though men with prostate cancer didn’t have to go through that.”

The women leaders in our study were considered too young or too old. They were too short or too tall, too pretty or too unattractive or too heavy. They had too much education or not enough or their degrees were not from the “right” schools. They suffered from disrespect and misperceptions due to race, color, or ethnicity. Whether they had children or were childless, the women were expected to work harder than men to prove their worth. Women were held back from leadership opportunities due to being single, married, or divorced. There was no personality trait sweet spot, as introverted women were not seen as leaders and extraverted women were viewed as aggressive. The effect, then, means women leaders are “never quite right.”

Organizations that fail to promote and support women in their top roles miss out on performance gains. Fortunately, there are concrete steps that organizational leaders, allies, and individual women can take to mitigate this “never quite right” bias, aiding women’s workplace advancement.

“Flip it to test it”

Leaders can be particularly effective in thwarting sexist criticisms toward women. It’s not about changing the behavior of women—who are the recipients of the unfair treatment—but it is about changing the behaviors of those who justify their actions as somehow merited. Many criticisms fail the “flip it to test it” method miserably. Ask yourself, would the following statements ever be said about a man?

He needs to smile more.

Men are going to have kids and not want to work.

Since Larry has prostate cancer, he can no longer fulfill his job duties.

The clear answer is no. Leaders can infuse awareness of this simple, yet effective, tool to reduce such bias-laden criticisms. And workplace allies can help stop unfair criticism of women by calling it out.

Constructive career-enhancing feedback

Women are almost one and a half times more likely to receive negative feedback that is subjective rather than constructive and objective feedback. Men are often given a clearer idea of where they excel and opportunities for improvement whereas women are given vague feedback that often focuses on qualities like communication style. Even when using formal performance evaluation rubrics, a disparity remains.

Developmental feedback to women focuses on operational tasks, coping with politics, developing resilience, being cooperative, and building confidence. Developmental feedback to men focuses on setting a vision, leveraging power and politics, being assertive, and displaying confidence. Leaders can reduce the gender-biased framing by encouraging all employees to develop both sets of skills.

Do not take it personally

For individual women, hear us when we say, “It’s not you.” We women are conditioned to accept feedback and internalize it as something to “fix” about ourselves. If you are criticized, consider whether it is objective, constructive, and warranted. Disregard identity-based criticisms that are part of a larger pattern of bias against women.

Our research demonstrates that practically any characteristic can be proclaimed problematic for a woman leader to question her competence and suitability for leadership. It takes deliberate effort, but we can turn the message to women from “We want what you aren’t” into “We want what you are.” Doing so will advance women in the workplace and profit the entire organization.

Amy Diehl, PhD, is chief information officer at Wilson College and a gender equity researcher, speaker, and consultant. She is coauthor of Glass Walls: Shattering the Six Gender Bias Barriers Still Holding Women Back at Work.

Leanne M. Dzubinski, PhD, is acting dean of the Cook School of Intercultural Studies and associate professor of intercultural education at Biola University, and a prominent researcher on women in leadership. She is coauthor of Glass Walls: Shattering the Six Gender Bias Barriers Still Holding Women Back at Work.

Amber L. Stephenson, PhD, is an associate professor of management and director of healthcare management programs in the David D. Reh School of Business at Clarkson University. Her research focuses on how professional identity influences attitudes and behaviors and how women leaders experience gender bias.

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scribefindegil · 1 year

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the thing is. you know Teru’s situation is fucked up. i know Teru’s situation is fucked up. any adult (Reigen) who knows even a fraction of what he has going on knows that Teru’s situation is fucked up.

Teru has no idea. He is so deep in denial that he genuinely and wholeheartedly believes that his life is fine. Great, even! He doesn’t understand why people get so weird when he tells his funny stories about taking down terrorist cells and de facto child abandonment. He’s doing fantastic! Sure, maybe other people would have “complexes” and “trauma” if they hadn’t seen their parents since age nine, but not him.

And this is why Reigen is the only adult equipped to help him! If anyone approaches him from the perspective that he is a traumatized abandoned child who needs help he would shut them down in .2 seconds and refuse to engage. If he felt like someone was pitying him his immediate reaction would be to light them on fire (he wouldn’t go through with it though. because he’s so humble and well-adjusted).

But Reigen can approach the problem sideways. He can pointedly complain about how it’s hard to buy food for one person, and can’t Teru take some of it off his hands so it doesn’t go bad? He can roll his eyes and go oh, of course, your school doesn’t believe that you’re mature enough to do this yourself, what idiots, let me just add myself as your emergency contact so they’ll get off your back. He can keep coming up with Very Important Very Real Jobs that absolutely require Teru’s help aren’t at all an flimsy excuse to make him have fun, no siree. He can talk about how even the most independent adults need help sometimes, so it isn’t a sign of immaturity or weakness if Teru asks for it (yes he is being hypocritical no he will not acknowledge it).

He’s a liar, so he can actually give Teru what he needs.

#to be clear he is screaming internally this whole time #but he's perceptive enough to know that what would feel the most like helping To Him would not actually work #so he has to back-end Scheme his way into being supportive #it's. good.#mp100 #and like. eventually teru will have to face his fucked-up childhood #but he needs a support system First

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pupkashi · 11 months

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boyfriend!nanami headcanons

a/n: hi friends! thank u so much for the request i hope you guys like these :3 lmk what u think !! hoping it isn’t too ooc for him :(

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so we all agree nanami is the perfect, romantic, 10/10 man right? okay cool!

he is the best boyfriend is the most cliche amazing way possible

he totally asks you out with roses and takes you to a nice dinner to a fancier restaurant after a couple dates or if you aren’t rlly into that he’ll cook dinner for the two of you in his house <3

he’s such a gentleman !!!!! he is checking up on you when you tell him you’re nervous for something, giving you the best advice he can, reminding you that you’re 100% prepared for everything, and if you aren’t then he’s there to comfort you!

buys you ‘just because’ flowers ALL THE TIME !

he’s coming back from work / a mission? he’s buying you flowers! went to the convenience store for something? he’s stopping by to get flowers! saw your old bouquet looking a bit droopy? no worries, there’s a new one on its way to you now :)

always getting u anything you want ever, it’s a problem actually

“i kinda want this water bottle but i don’t really need it” you mumble, mainly to yourself, kento’s ears are perking up, asking you to show him

two days later he’s handing you the bottle, a smile on his face when you light up and thank him for it

going shopping with him is DANGEROUS! he is buying you everything you try on and like and MORE !

“this is so cut- nevermind!” you chuckle, setting the handbag down when you see the outrageous price tag, nanami is quirking his brow, “just get it darling, price isn’t an issue”

he’s always adding any little gifts you give him to his lavish fancy apartment, splashes of color all over his beige themed apartment, if you aren’t there his eyes will sometimes wander to the gifts, smiling to himself and shooting you a message, ‘i miss you, call me when you’re free <3’

he so pampers you all the time :( especially when you’re feeling a bit more stressed wether it’s your job or finals, he’s there reminding you to eat and drink water, making you take breaks or short little naps when you have time to spare

gives you massages and cuddles you to sleep, reading to you until your breathing is even or turning the tv off when you doze off on the couch accidentally

majority of the time will cook dinner for you, unless he’s absolutely exhausted then he’ll order something in,,, never makes you cook if you don’t wanna !!!!

when you guys move in together he does as much as he can when it comes to chores, always making sure he’s pulling his weight and then some so you aren’t stressed about it <333

loves days when you’re both deep cleaning and you have your music blasting through the apartment, the two of you dancing along to the music, a huge smile on your face when you hear him humming along

drives you around everywhere you want ! you won’t be touching a steering wheel unless you want to or it’s absolutely necessary,, he wants you to be his passenger prince / princess

fuels any hobbies you have! buys you any supplies you want / need without hesitation,, you need more yarn? he’ll buy you as much as you want. you want more books? he’ll buy you the whole series!

is SO thoughtful when it comes to gifts, he’ll think about what to get you months in advance and never once gets you anything tacky or that you don’t like (because he actually listens and pays attention to what you like)

he’s an amazing listener !!!! boyfriend!nanami is always hooked on your every word, keeping up with any gossip you tell him or rants you go on

amazing cuddler. wraps you in his arms and pulls you into his warm body, tight enough grip that makes you feel secure but to where you can wiggle out at anytime you want (he never wants to make u feel trapped </3)

will be vulnerable with you 10000% he’s not afraid of crying infront of you and sharing his emotions!

he’s very mature when it comes to arguments, letting you cool down if you need it and talking through what upset you or him and figuring out how to best resolve the problem

will never go to bed mad, he always makes sure the issue is solved as soon as possible because he doesn’t want you to be stressed or upset longer than you need to :(

remembers every little thing he can !!! any off hand comments you make, the jokes you tell, the dates you’ve been on, you name it and he’s recalling it to you exactly how it went

y’all have SO MANY inside jokes it’s terrible to your friends, the two of you looking at each other with a smile when someone says the word ‘can’ and they’re so confused

“it’s an inside joke, it would take too long to explain” you say, trying to change the subject as you bite back laughter

he is so playful and unserious with you, anyone around you absolutely does not believe it when you tell them kento knows the Cupid shuffle, but you know because you saw it with your own eyes

will make amazing jokes that have you wheezing in the floor all the time, describing things with much too sophisticated words that make it all so much funnier

he’s very protective of you

will always make sure you’re safe no matter what happens ever, it’s always his top priority

especially when he’s back in the Jujutsu line of work, he’s always checking in on you and making sure nothing bad has happened to you

when you’re out with friends he’ll occasionally message you, making sure you’re still doing good, never upset if you come home late as long as you let him know so he doesn’t worry his pretty head :(

the times you do forget he’s only minorly upset, letting it go easily because all that really matters is that you’re okay and you had a fun time :]

absolutely gives you ‘scary dog privelage’ !!!! you can go on late night walks all the time now with nanami by your side! no one even dared to try anything with the tall, beefy man walking in stride with you, muscles straining against his plain white t shirt as he stretches a bit

his gaze alone is enough to stop people from coming up and flirting with you at bars or any parties you might attend

his intimidating stare + his arms crossed across his chest is an insanely attractive sight for you, increasingly terrifying for those on the receiving end of it

doesn’t get jealous much, he trusts you with all his heart and more, and you show him how much you love him all the time

on the rare occasion he does get jealous, he’ll ask for some reassurance, his mind easing at your genuine words <33

he also will 100% make out with you until you’re breathless and leave marks where only he can see

overall nanami is just the most amazing caring boyfriend that will spoil you rotten and give you all the love he has to offer because it’s what you deserve <3

#kento nanami imagine #nanami kento x reader fluff #nanami kento headcanons #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami fluff #nanami kento fanfic #nanami kento imagine #kento nanami drabble #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento drabble #boyfriend!nanami kento

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haikyuubby · 1 year

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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 - 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

❀ , ☼ - featuring: death the kid, soul, blackstar, maka, tsubaki, liz, patty, and crona.

death the kid

• good luck

• in a relationship, he’d want you to look as symmetrical as possible to him. (i’m outta luck 😍)

• he’s the typa guy to lint roll ur clothes if he sees a piece of dog or cat hair on them.

• dtk is definitely anxious and an overthinker in a relationship

• his love language is gift giving

• he’s not really into too much pda, but if someone starts eyeing you when you’re with him, he’ll start holding your hand or put his arm around your waist.

• he def needs a s/o who has a lot of patience.

• overall he’d be a pretty good boyfriend

soul

• basic teenage boy

• what more can i say

• likes pda

• his love language is physical touch

• he def always have a arm around your shoulder or waist most the time

• he likes when you take care of him

• yk making sure he’s okay, tending to his wounds and such

• he’d be a pretty chill bf, he is the jealous type tho

blackstar

• slightly annoying boyfriend

• maybe more than slightly

• but if you’re already dating him you should know about his…beaming personality by now

• he’s always doing things to impress you

• like crazy stunts and trying to fight randos

• he def gets super worried abt you if you get hurt or sick

• very protective over you

• love language is words of affirmation

• he’s also another jealous type

• and immature

• but super loving

maka

• a good s/o

• puts all her trust in you to do the right things, have her back, etc

• not really the jealous type but if she does happen to get jealous, she’ll be quiet about it

• she’ll cook, clean, basically do anything for you

• she loves when you compliment her, anything about her tbh

• not really too into pda, but a little hand holding and hugging is okay.

• her love language is a mix of gift giving and words of affirmation

tsubaki

• very good gf

• she doesn’t rlly get jealous because she trusts you and she knows that she has nothing to worry about

• her love language is physical touch

• she loves when you hold her hand or when you give her small kisses on the cheek

• she loves it when you rake your hands through her hair

• she also loves when you feel her up (🤭)

• overall she’s pretty chill, but she does get nervous about some things

• and any time she does, she goes to you right away.

liz

• very mature

• she is just simple in a relationship

• like don’t lie, don’t cheat, and it’s all good

• she knows when she’s in the wrong, and she’ll call you out for the same thing too.

• only gets jealous when it’s justified

• like if someone started flirting with you right in front of her

• her love language is quality time

patty

• good gf

• she’s just a ray of sunshine tbh

• only time y’all have relationship problems is when she feels like you aren’t giving her enough attention

• her love language is physical touch

• she’s always on you in some way

• her favorite way to be on you is by piggyback riding

• she doesn’t rlly get jealous tbh

• she don’t think of things that deeply 😭

crona

• oh my

• VERY anxious s/o

• they don’t rlly know what to do

• for like anything

• so crona’s always like “Am I doing this wrong?” when it comes to ANYTHING in the relationship

• def needs a s/o that can give lots of reassurance and has patience.

• crona would get jealous often, and it would be obvious

• love language is def quality time

• you just have to be patient with crona, if something happens and they don’t understand what they did wrong, you’d just need to be able to explain everything in GREAT detail so crona understands.

#soul eater #death the kid #soul evans #crona gorgon #maka albarn #liz and patty #black star #tsubaki nakatsukasa #soul eater fluff #soul eater x reader

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christinesficrecs · 6 months

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hello chrissy poo! please save me and recommend me some accidental baby acquisition fics. thank youuu

Accidental babies are my favorite! 🩷

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter | 51.9K | Mature

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

Foxglove Eyes by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle | 47.8K | Explicit

Stiles didn't know how long the woman had him collared and working for her. (See forcing him to be a magical slave.) But he knows when he finally gets the collar free, it's the same night the compound is raided by wolves. Somehow, he ends up with them, and, in the process, becomes the adoptive father to a baby werewolf that seems to hate everyone else. Oh, well, worse things have happened.

You And Me (Baby Makes Three) by clotpolesonly | 5.4K

Pulling out his phone, Stiles said, “I’m sure dad’ll be thrilled to be woken up at two in the morning for an off the books amber alert, but he’ll suck it up.”

He’d only taken a few steps away before Derek said his name. Stiles turned back to see one of those little grabbing hands reaching out for him. Her eyes were brown, apparently, when they weren’t glowing, and they were wide and wet and looking up at him beseechingly from Derek’s arms, and Stiles couldn’t walk away from that.

“Oh, jeez.”

He was so screwed.

He’s Not Mine by Sunnee | 68.5K | Explicit

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

Bundle of Accidental Joy by tearsandholdme | 69.9K | Mature

Stiles is just trying to live a simple life. Have a job, pay his rent, and survive enough to eat his next meal. But then he's fired from his job, watches a mother abandon her baby, tries to stop her and picks the baby up, and now everyone thinks the baby is his. Even his very handsome and moody boss, Derek Hale, who forces the responsibility onto him at the cost of keeping his job or else.

Reasonable to Assume by Saucery | 32,476 | dropbox link

“You’re a werewolf! He’s a werebaby! How can you not know what to do with him?”

Didn’t See That Coming by knittersrevolt | 83,838

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

The Littlest Alpha by triedunture | 52.5K | dropbox

Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.

But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”

The One Where They Adopt a Selkie by mikkimouse | 7.7K

“That’s a kid,” Stiles said.

Derek growled. “It’s a selkie.”

“It’s a selkie kid,” Stiles pointed out, because really, they did not need to be arguing semantics right now. “Do selkies just go around leaving their kids sleeping in caves on the beach?”

Everything With You by ElStark | 9.2K | Explicit

“What’s going on?” Derek asked.

Scott shook his head, “You need to see.”

“Would you stop with the fucking mystery and just tell us already?” Stiles snapped at him.

“We found a baby,” Scott relented, starting to half jog towards the opposite line of trees they had been standing in front of.

3 Idiots and a Baby by WithMyTeeth (Ylith) | 42.1K | Explicit

One little abandoned Were-baby changes everything.

What to expect when you aren’t expecting by MemeKon | 16.9K

The baby is warm and small and she’s all wrinkled and frowny, bow lips somewhat pursed and pouty. Stiles’ palms feel cold and sweaty against the blanket enfolding her as he holds her tight to his chest.

“What do you mean she turned up out of nowhere?” Derek asks, frowning at him, hand twitching above the baby’s head, as if he wasn’t sure touching her wouldn’t make her disintegrate into nothingness. Stiles rolls his eyes at him and bounces on the balls of his feet when the baby squirms.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #accidental baby acquisition #magical babies #werebabies

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anzulvr · 5 months

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OMG YOUR WORKS ARE SO AWOOGA I CANT STOP 😭 can I request karma x reader too with a s/o that cries with a straight face and cries whenever they're seething in anger, if I tried to say smth while I'm sad then the straight face just dissolves into a mess 🤠 maybe a part where Karma makes them cry im both ways and another part someone in class makes them cry, ty if you can (> <)!!

Karma x Reader who cries out of Anger. Sorry for being late (again!!), Ily your typing is so fun😭 thank you for requesting!ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM SPOILERS ꒱

Karma is too straightforward, he makes insensitive jokes, he isn’t the most emotionally mature person and he can be pushier than most. So when you’re sitting beside him, holding back tears, he doesn’t know which one of his traits drove you to this point.

The worst part is you refuse to answer when he asks, instead opting for looking the other direction or giving him a scowled expression. He racked his brain, you guys went to school, were perfectly fine, came back and now you’re angry.

“[Name] why have you been mad at me all day? And don’t say you’re not, you keep a straight face whenever you are.”

He pries and pries until you finally blow up on him.

“So you can just throw yourself off a mountain for an assassination attempt without a second thought and expect me not to care?”

“I’m fine aren’t I? That was the best idea I could come up with, I don’t know how I could top it.” He says like he’s disappointed in the fact it failed.

“You don’t see the problem? Seriously?”

“If somebody doesn’t kill him, everyone is going to die- you’re gonna die, did you expect me to not try my ideas??”

“I didn’t expect you to try to off yourself in the process.”

“It’s not about my life it’s about yours, I’m not letting you die.”

“How am I supposed to live if you’re dead?!” Your voice only gets louder.

“How am I supposed to live if you die because I was too scared to try something?!” Karma replies matching your tone.

“Tell me you won’t try anything like that again.”

He looks at the floor not wanting to face you.

You press further “If you die over this, I’ll die with you.”

The tears stream down your face, you do your best to keep your blank expression.

He can’t be the reason you get hurt, he knows you know that much. “It won’t come to that, we’ll assassinate him together.”

୨୧

If the reason for your tears is someone else the way Karma reacts is a unique depending on the person.

If Teraska makes you cry Karma going to instigate until Terasaka gets pissed off enough to fight him.

“Making [Name] cry? No wonder you’ve gotten rejected by every girl you’ve shown interest in.”

“Ya don’t know anything- stop shoving your head in other peoples business.”

“[Names] business is mine too, if you don’t like that you can fight me over it.”

“Tch..” Terasaka looks away in annoyance

“What? You scared?” Karma isn’t giving up until Terasaka throws a punch and looses.

If Maehara and Okajima are the culprits, Karmas exposing their embarrassing secrets to the class.

“I know you two aren’t the brightest… but I’d think you’d know not to bother [Name].”

Unlike Terasaka they’re not willing to take their chances against Karma, they know it’s too late making you cry is a death wish.

“Hear us out- we weren’t trying to offend anyone we just-”

Karma doesn’t let them finish their sentence before he says “You know what I think is so funny, I found this crazy video of you guys.”

“Wait huh?”

“It’s not loading right now, I’ll post it on my story later so you two know what I’m talking about!”

“Please don’t! What even is it?!”

It’s a video of the time they tried a contemporary dance class to impress some girls and ended up tripping on each other and fighting, they kept slipping with every punch, needless to say they’re prohibited from going back.

If Korosenseis work load is what’s making you upset he’s going to guilt trip him until he agrees to excuse your assignments, “You call yourself a teacher? Poor [Name] is stressed out and you don’t care.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to pressure anyone that’s the opposite of what I want to do!! [Name] I’ll give you an extension.”

“Just an extension after what you did? [Name] is humiliated after crying infront of everyone and that’s the solution?”

“It wasn’t that bad…” You felt better and you tried talking yourself out of it but he kept going.

“I say you excuse the assignment and let [name] rest. You’re so cruel… making your student hate school.” He knows exactly where to hit, Korosensei is sensitive enough to make that easy, he would never forgive himself if he burnt out his students.

“Okay [Name] you’re excused for the project. Please, forgive me!” Korosensei is the one crying now, but at least you don’t have to worry about the assignment anymore. The rest of the class starts complaining about it too in hopes to get it excused themselves.

#karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #akabane x reader #akabane karma #ansatsu kyoushitsu x reader #reader x karma #karma akabane #karma akabane x you #korosensei #eclass #assasination classroom #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #assassination classroom

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startanewdream · 1 year

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Inspired by this art, only I thought let's make this more emotional. Or how Minerva McGonagall receives the news about James Sirius Potter's birth.

The message comes in the early hours of the morning, before she leaves for breakfast. A short note, attached to a barn owl.

Professor Headmaster, if there is no trouble, would you join me for a drink at The Hog's Head tonight? — Harry.

It's funny how she still recognizes his handwriting after so many years; it's the "g", Minerva thinks, there's something very specific about this letter and the way Harry curves it.

She scribbles a quick note in answer, then ties it to the owl's leg. It's a beautiful creature that reminds her suddenly of Harry's white owl, whose wings were once harmed—and then Minerva heard what happened to the owl a few years later. Harry had looked so nervous about the state of the bird...

She shakes her head; age is making a fool of her again, too lost in memories. She dispatches the owl and tries to focus on the present.

It's after seven when she leaves the castle grounds to walk to Hogsmeade; it's a slow walk, and Minerva tells herself she will just floo back to Hogwarts later—she is getting too old for this walk, maybe this is a sign—

Hogsmeade is quiet on that Friday night; she thinks about how busy it will be the next day, with a school trip to the village — she'd heard the students talking excitedly, discussing what they would be buying—and that makes her steal a glance to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes down the street. She will need to warn the caretaker to be more careful than usual for the next week.

The Hog's Head is as busy as ever, which is to say full of shady people sitting by themselves, mostly covered; she sets a mental note to remind the Head Boy and Head Girl to watch out that no student wanders here. Then she looks around; in a dim corner, Harry is waiting for her, and he stands up when he sees her.

There is always a mingle of happiness and strange nostalgia when she sees him; except for the joy in his green eyes, he barely resembles that eleven-year-old boy that joined her house—and if she thinks further, to that baby she once delivered to a family that didn’t deserve him, there is only proud as she sees how well he’s grown up.

Harry is a fine man. Not because of his work as Auror, not because he defeated Voldemort, not even because of all those things he faced so bravely; but rather because he is a simple, fair, noble guy who believes in doing the right thing.

And he looks very well, if only slightly tired, as he shakes her hand.

“Hello, Professor,” he greets, smiling (when Harry smiles, and that’s Minerva once again being dragged by her own memories, he looks a lot like Lily). “I took the liberty of asking for your favourite.”

“Gillywater,” she says approvingly, watching the drink on the table as she joins him.

“Not Rosmerta’s, but it is still good enough—or so Aberforth tells me.” He throws her an embarrassed look. “I am sorry for asking you to come here—this is the only place reporters aren’t pestering me these days.”

“I believe a bunch of reporters here would disband Aberforth’s business.”

“Oh, his goats keep them away,” Harry says fondly. “You look good, Professor.”

“I look older, you can say it.”

He laughs. “We are all older.” He lowers his voice conspiratorially. “Don’t quote me on this, but I found my first grey hair.”

Minerva has silver hair for long enough to just find his concern amusing, but she doesn’t smile. Harry is evidently happy tonight, teasing and carefree, very different from what he looked like when he was her student; it reminds her of another young boy she once taught, but that is the problem: that boy was forever young. He never spotted any hair other than a dark one that was never tamed.

She sips her drink, admonishing herself for being so sour.

“Finding one grey hair is okay,” she says when she can trust her voice. “The problem is when you do not find any other colour.”

“That’s true; Ginny said I looked dashingly mature—and it’s bound to worsen in the future, I am sure.” His words seem ominous, but Harry looks nothing but glad.

“If you have any issues with grey hair, I don’t recommend a teaching career for you.”

“Maybe in the future—Professor Potter rings nicely, doesn’t it? Would you hire me?”

“If not, will you jinx the post?”

Another laugh. “No, I will understand. I was never the most disciplined student.” He looks around. “And I promise not to start another clandestine club.”

“That is a relief. I am too close to retirement for such emotion.”

He blinks. “Are you serious?”

She sips her drink again. “It’s been a thought. I’ve been at Hogwarts for more than 50 years — seven generations of students—”

“I thought you would stick around for an eighth one.” He fumbles in his pocket until he finds a picture. “I cannot imagine Jamie not being taught by you.”

“Jamie?”

“Here.” And he shows the photo of a crying baby, all wrapped in a blanket, safely held by his parents. Harry and Ginny look tired but they are beaming in the picture; but her attention is all drawn to that newborn baby.

Babies should look all the same, not distinct features until a few months later, but she swears he looks exactly that baby she once dropped at his aunt’s house—and then there is a fierce desire to protect this innocent child, to not make the same mistake again because she will be damned if that child doesn’t get all the love he deserves, all the love his parents should have shared—

Harry is watching her rather expectantly, and Minerva breathes out again. Harry survived, Harry is fine now—and the baby, Jamie, will never share his father’s fate.

“James,” she repeats, not minding how her voice sounds muffled. “That’s a nice choice.”

“There was no other option for Ginny and I.” Harry sighs contentedly as he looks at the photo. “He is such a loud baby, and he’s keeping us all night awake but he sleeps nicely during the day—he’s growing well and—”

Harry sounds so proud—not, he sounds bewildered as if he doesn’t believe still he gets to be this happy, to live this life—

“And this is the most recent photo,” he adds, then showing her another picture; in this one she can spot the baby’s dark hair.

“Potter hair,” she says warmly, finger stroking the photo.

“I think it’s a bit lighter,” he says. “It looks almost red under the sunlight. And his eyes… I thought it looked a bit like Ginny’s, but she said they are hazel.”

“Oh.”

“Professor,” James would say, his grave voice betrayed by the glint of mischief in his hazel eyes, “how can Filibuster Fireworks be against school rules if they weren’t even invented when Hogwarts was founded? I am sure that’s what you call a ‘loophole’, so you see, we cannot get detention—”

She inhales deeply. “Congratulations to you and Ginny. I am very happy for you.”

“Thanks.” He watches her. “We are christening him this Sunday, at the church in Godric’s Hollow. We would be very happy if you were there—so you can meet him, hopefully only eleven years sooner than you thought.”

Minerva smiles. “With such a namesake, I am sure this will be the last time I will find any peace in his presence.”

“Oh,” Harry grins. “Actually, two namesakes. We named him James Sirius.”

Minerva takes a generous sip of her gillywater. Retirement sounds almost nice, but she cannot let anyone inherit such a challenge. “I hope you get used to grey hair, Harry,” she notes. “You will get them sooner than you think.”

#Minerva and Harry #I don't know how to tag this #Minerva McGonagall #James Sirius #Harry Potter #They are happy here I swear #also it bothers me to think that Minerva would give up #she would protect James Sirius so much

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medusapelagia · 2 months

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Learning to Love 3

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,..)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy Tags: enemies to lovers, Steve has migrains, Tommy being an assh*le, homophobic language Words: 1261

The next day he parks his beloved Camaro close to Steve’s car, and everyone at school stares at him, waiting to see if he will slash the other boy’s tires or something, but he gets out of the car and goes to Mrs. Johnson's class and glares at the girl sitting at Steve’s side.

“I think this is my seat.”

“It isn’t… you sit in the back…” The girl squeaks but when he leans on the her table she takes her things and quickly leaves, moving toward Billy’s old place.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, staring suspiciously at Billy.

“We are partners now, aren’t we?”

Billy usually doesn’t take notes during classes, for him it is enough listening to the lesson and doing some exercise at home, but this time he writes down everything in his neat handwriting. When class ends, he tears off the pages and gives them to Steve.

“I’ll come tomorrow to your place, try to read my notes and make a list of the questions you might have, ok?”

Steve nods, confused, but thanks him as he takes the notes and goes to his next class.

Hagan gets closer to Billy while they walk together in the corridors “What are you doing? I thought you hated him. Are you planning a prank on him?”

Billy shakes his head, annoyed, “Mrs. Johnson asked me to tutor him and that’s what I’m going to do. I need it for my college application.”

“Since when?” Tommy insists “You have straight As in every subject, why do you need to babysit Harrington?”

“Because it will look good on my transcript, ok? Do you have a problem with that? Would you rather prefer I babysit you? Or maybe you would like to be the one babysitting Harrington?” Billy snarls and Tommy lifts his hands in surrender.

“Calm down! You are fucking crazy, you know that, right? I know Steve, we were best friends, did you forget that? But you two have nothing in common and I’m just wondering what you can talk about. Girls? Sex?”

“Math.” Billy replies, leaving Hagan staring at his back.

Why the fuck did he care what they talk about? He is just tutoring Steve, that’s all.

***

“That’s not bad. You got the first part of the exercise, you just got a little bit confused here.” Billy says, making a red circle on Steve’s exercise “You see? You forgot to multiply those two.”

Steve curses and closes the book with anger “I will never pass the final, ok? I should just give up!”

“You are doing so much better. You just need to concentrate a little more…”

“Concentrate a little more? My head is going to explode, I have a migraine that is killing me and you want me to do more? I can’t, I really can't, ok?” Steve yells, covering his eyes with one arm.

“Do you have a headache?” Billy whispers in a soft tone of voice.

“It was a headache when you got here. Now is a fucking migraine. I think I’ll just lie on the bed for a bit. You can leave if you want, I don’t think I’ll be able to do any other exercise.” Steve sighs, wobbling toward his bed.

“There is anything I can do? Do you need a cold compress? Some water?”

“A cold compress would be great. And if you could turn off the lights please.”

Billy hums, turns off the lights, and goes into the bathroom to get a wet towel and then he gently cleanses Steve’s sweaty face with it.

“You don’t have to do it. I can do it on my own.” Steve protests weakly.

Billy doesn’t reply and gives Steve the cold compress “Did you book an appointment at the eye doctor?” Billy whispers in the semi darkness.

“You know I didn’t.”

“I could book it for you,” Billy proposes. “You won’t even know when it is and you won’t get anxious about it.”

“This is stupid.” Steve sighs, still covering his eyes with an arm “I should be able to get my shit together. I’m not a kid!”

“I’m your tutor, I can tutor you through this.”

Steve chuckles, cursing because laughing makes his migraine even worse, then he finally agrees. “Book me a fucking appointment with an eye doctor.”

Billy nods, even if Steve can’t see, and goes down to the kitchen, he calls Susan, asks her for the doctor's number, and books an appointment for Steve, it feels a strange kind of warmth inside thinking that he is taking care of someone else because he wants to, because he offered to. Maybe there is still hope. Maybe Billy’s destiny is not to become like his father.

***

On the day of the doctor's appointment, Billy drives Steve and stays with him all the time. To anyone who asks why he is there, the California boy replies that he is the designated driver, and when Steve comes out with a glass prescription he drives him to the nearest shop to buy a pair of glasses. After having some fun trying some very strange pair of glasses and almost buying a pair of matching heart-shaped glasses just to piss off the owner of the shop, Steve chooses a simple model of golden rounded glasses. Afterwards, they go celebrate with burgers and milkshakes, Steve’s treat.

But the pretty boy feels too self-conscious about the glasses. He tells Billy that he looks like a dork, even if mBilly disagrees strongly. He almost tells Steve that he looks cute, but he learned in California that telling another boy that he is cute is not something you can do, so he just says that he looks like a librarian, which somehow Steve takes as an insult. In the end they agree that Steve will wear the glasses only at home when they study together.

The glasses help Steve a lot and, without an impending headache or migraine, he can concentrate more easily, and when Mrs. Johnson gives them the final test results Billy is not surprised to see a big B+ on Steve’s test.

“So it’s true. You really do work miracles, Hargrove.” Tommy says, snatching Steve’s test from his hands “How did you do it? Did you hit him with the math book until some of it got into Steve’s thick head?” Hagan laughs, but Steve doesn’t reply, he gets his test back and leaves the classroom without even looking at him.

“What the fuck, Hagan?” Billy growls, pushing him against the wall “What do you want from my fucking life? Don’t you have a girlfriend to piss off?”

“What I want to know is what are you up to, Hargrove! I mean, the boys told me but I said, ‘Hargrove? No fucking way!’ Now I’m wondering if I was wrong all along.”

Billy glares at Tommy with his cold blue eyes “What are you implying, Hagan?”

Tommy gets closer and whispers “The boys were saying that you moved to Hawkins after your father saw you fucking another boy. Or maybe it was him who was fucking you?”

“How dare you say something like that to me.” He yells, lifting Tommy by his collar.

Hagan trembles, trying to free himself “I’m sorry. That’s what the boys said! And you are always with Harrington these days so we assumed…”

“You assumed wrong.” Billy snarls, pushing Hagan so hard against the wall that his head hits the wall with a loud thump. “And the next time you want to assume something about me I will not be so generous.”

#stranger things fanfic #steve x billy #harringrove #medusapelagia #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #Harringrove #Billy x Steve #Stranger Things Fanfiction #Harringrove fic #medusapelagia fanfic #my fanfic #learning to love

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artful-aries · 1 year

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Genshin Headcanons: How They Apologize (Itto, Albedo, Jean)

Itto:

Depending on what you fought about, at first, he would be too proud to apologize

The One and Oni Arataki Itto, being wrong? Fat chance

Yet as you give him the cold shoulder, he grows increasingly pouty. Why aren’t you talking to him and giving him kisses? Don’t you love him anymore? He begins to grow almost insecure the longer you draw out the punishment

It doesn’t take long of being ignored till his resolve is crumbling to dust. Depending on how mad you are, Itto might be extra and even get down on his knees as he apologizes to you

“(Y/N), my babe, my doll, my honey, my numero two, please don’t be mad at me anymore! I won’t do it again, Oni’s honor! Just please, please stop ignoring me babe. I miss being in your arms, and kissing you.”

If you don’t have the patience to ignore him for a while, or his groveling for your affection isn’t enough, you can always talk to Shinobu

Within the hour, she will have him whipped into shape with a written apology that he will read out in front of you

It would be a nice apology that addresses the issue nicely thanks to Shinobu’s advice. It’s just hard to ignore the giant whelp that Itto seems to have on the back of his head after spending an hour under Shinobu’s strict gaze

He will be super grateful that you’ve forgiven him, vowing to never make the same mistake again

Itto does surprisingly well about not repeating past offenses, the problem is that he seems to always come up with new ones

Albedo:

Arguments with him are rare and mostly one sided. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he’s usually confused about why you are mad

It takes him a while to get around to apologizing to you

Albedo not only wants to make sure you have had plenty of time to cool off, but he also wants to make sure that he prepares an articulate apology for you

Given that he tries to plan out his apology, it comes out as a bit stiff and script like, but the small furrow of his brows and the concern in his eyes shows that he really does care about your feelings

He’s more than happy to talk about your feelings; why you got mad, where things went wrong, and how to not make the same mistakes in the future

Albedo will handle the situation in a very mature way, and make sure that you don’t confuse his stoicism for lack of feeling. He cares very much about what you think, he just has a hard time showing it

He’s very keen on making sure there is healthy communication between you two. Albedo isn’t dumb, he knows he can be a bit cold and aloof externally, and communication is the tool he uses to try and combat potential misunderstandings

When you have forgiven him, he will give you a tender kiss to your forehead, a wordless promise that he will try to do better for you in the future.

Jean:

She usually feels a lot of guilt before the argument is even over

When it’s possible, she will find a way to interrupt your ranting to apologize, and ask you to calmly talk about the issue with her

If you storm out before she gets to apologize, she’s actually very internally distraught, barely able to concentrate on her work with the Knights

As soon as the opportunity arises, she’s giving you a bouquet of dandelions to apologize

Jean will explain that she knows what upset you and why, and that she feels terrible about it

She doesn’t want you to think that just because she’s busy that she doesn’t think about the best way to resolve problems with you

Her job is super stressful and she isn’t perfect, but she appreciates your understanding

With her apology, you almost completely forget what you were even mad about to begin with; her apology is just that sincere and heartfelt. How could you stay mad at her?

Even after she’s forgiven, she will still feel a little awkward and guilty about the argument until you give her a kiss for reassurance; whether it’s on her forehead, cheek, lips, or hands, you’ll have her blushing like a schoolgirl and forgetting what she was torn up about

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musings-of-a-rose · 7 months

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 3

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2600+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This is the chapter where the start of my initial thought happens. Literally wanted to write one thing, but Tommy had other plans for me. If you want to know, it’s actually been in the fic moodboard since the beginning, but also check out this moodboard too.

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<<;Chapter 2<<

“Mornin’ sunshine!” Tommy greets his grumpy brother as he walks into his kitchen, immediately raiding the refrigerator for some food.

Joel grunts at him, taking another sip of his coffee as he watches his brother move about the room. He hadn’t seen him outside of work for a few weeks, but Joel’s truck needed a minor repair, and he’d needed a ride to work.

“...and I really think I can close that contract. Mrs. Jones loves me, and I could probably get her to agree to those upgra-”

“You got laid.”

“-upgrades. What? Why would you say that?”

Joel narrows his eyes. “Because you’re extra…chipper…When did you have time to find someone who would let you fuck them?”

“I get around.”

Joel puts down his mug and crosses his arms, watching Tommy flit about the kitchen, resuming his conversation about Mrs. Jones and moving into one about Daisy.

“Aren’t you gonna take that girl on a date yet?” Joel blurts out, cutting Tommy off mid-sentence.

“Who? Oh, Daisy? Nah, we’re just friends.”

Joel looks at him. “Yeah, friends who keep the condom companies in business.”

Tommy’s eyes snap to his brothers. “I never said we were fuckin-”

“Oh come on Tommy. Your entire body does this..shifty thing when you talk about her. Your eyes light up like she’s all that matters. And now? You have the “I fucked her” look on your face when you talk about her so don’t give me that crap.”

“I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”

“You didn’t tell me. I figured it out. But do me a favor and just ask that girl out already?”

Tommy shrugs. “I don’t know. But if it makes you happy, I’ll think about it.”

It’s been several months and our arrangement is going very well. I swear we’ve fucked on every surface of each of our homes, sometimes not even making it past a few steps in the door before we’re on the floor or up against a wall. When I asked him if he would attend a work party with me, he enthusiastically agreed, pushing me in the bathroom and bending me over the bathroom sink as I watched his face while he fucked me, those curls I love falling onto his forehead, some of them sticking to the sweat beading across his gorgeous skin. So things were going great. There was just one problem, a small one really.

I love him.

I’ll never tell him. I don’t want to risk losing him in any capacity, and if I’m being totally honest with myself, it would be really hard to go back to being just normal friends. I can’t get enough of him, his smile, his laugh, the jokes he cracks when we’re hanging out or when he’s buried deep inside of me, the touch of his skin on mine, the way his curls sometimes fall onto his face. He’s ruined me for other men and I’m totally ok with that.

But sometimes it makes me want to scream “What are you doing, Daisy?”

I do take solace in the fact that he hasn’t found someone either, whether from choice or not I don’t know. And that’s not something I want to ask myself. Not yet.

Shaking my head, I pull into the site lot where the project he’s working on is, walking up to the trailer and knocking, lunch bag in my hand.

“Come in.”

I open the door and he glances up, a smile spreading across his face when he sees me.

“Hey Daisy! I wasn’t expectin’ you.”

I hold up the bag from his favorite place. “I knew you’d be working late tonight and miss burger night so,” I shake the bag, walking up to his desk and placing it down on an unoccupied spot.

Tommy looks at me, his eyes soft when they meet mine. What is that look? Love? Nah, I’m probably projecting.

“Thank you, Daisy. That was really sweet. I didn’t expect this.”

“I brought something else.”

“Oh?”

I walk around the desk and Tommy pushes his chair back, turning it towards me as he looks up expectantly. When I drop to my knees between his legs, his eyes grow dark.

I spend the next several minutes pulling as many sounds as I can from this man, wiping my mouth when I stand.

“Hope you enjoy lunch.”

“Is it ok if I invite Daisy to Sarah’s birthday party?”

Joel looks over at his brother from his side of the truck. “I don’t think so.”

Tommy furrows his brow. “Why? She’s been around a few times. Her and Sarah get along. "

“You take her on a proper date yet?”

“Who are you? Mom?”

Joel shakes his head. “I don’t want you bringing strange women around my daughter.”

“She’s not a strange woman. She’s my friend.”

“Any woman you’re fuckin’ but refuse to have an actual conversation with to define your relationship is being disrespected by you. And I’m not letting you set the example to my daughter that that’s ok to be treated that way.”

Tommy’s mouth falls open. “Hey, fuck you man. We are definied. Friends with benefits.”

Joel gives his brother a look. “You know there’s more to it than that. Any idiot can see it. Except you two, apparently.”

I had to go a couple of time zones away for work, hating the time I have to spend away from Tommy. Maybe it's a good thing? We are nearly always together and we aren't even together. Officially.

The jet lag hits me hard when I get back and swear all I've done the last 2 days is sleep. On the third day, I manage to force myself from bed to take a shower and start to unpack. I have a bad habit of waiting to do that, usually from being sad the trip was over. This time, I was happy to be back so I could see Tommy, and while he did pick me up from the airport and bring me back home, he ended up leaving, demanding I get sleep and feel better. He'd dropped by a few times and brought me food, but he ended up leaving, saying he could see I was trying to stay awake when he was around and he just wanted me to rest.

I grab my toiletry bag and head into the bathroom, pulling things out of the bag and putting them away. I have a small basket under the sink where I keep my travel items. I open the door and grab it out, putting everything away. When I go to put it back, something is blocking the basket, annoying the shit out of me. I bend down to see what could possibly be blocking me from just putting my crap away. A small box of tampons had fallen from the top of the drawer set I have down there to organize other things. Rolling my eyes, I grab the box of tampons and angrily shove them where they go, pushing the basket into it’s proper spot. I close the door and stand up, stretching. Heading back into my closet, I dump the clothes from my suitcase into my laundry hamper. Even if I didn’t wear them, I’m still washing them. Shoving the suitcase in it’s storage place at the back of the closet, I close the door and sigh, glad that that was finally over.

I head to my kitchen and make a little lunch. Nothing major as I still haven’t regulated back from my trip. I’m about 7 spoonfuls into my vegetable soup when I realize something, like a puzzle piece I’d been staring at for hours that finally jumps out to slide into it’s place.

The tampons.

I shove myself back from the table and walk with purpose to my bathroom, yanking open the cabinet door and feeling around for the box of tampons. I grab it and pull it out, peering inside. Only a couple were missing, as I’d just needed a couple near the end of my last period. Which was…when exactly?

I grab my phone off it’s charger and flip to my calendar, counting back days and realize…I’m late. I’m never late. I can set my watch to my period it’s always so precise. But…I’m not even feeling sick? Aren’t you supposed to feel nauseous?

I know it’s just jet lag, but I should grab a test to officially rule it out. Just to calm my now racing mind. I mean, Tommy and I doubled up, he with condoms and me with birth control. These things are supposed to prevent this kind of….problem.

I pull on some sneakers, not even bothering to change out of the athleisure outfit I had on, and go to the closest store that would sell what I need with the least chance of me running into someone I know. I stand in the isle, staring down what feels like a hundred rows of tests, all advertising the same thing in different ways. In the end, I decide to buy 2 in case I fuck one up. I go with something called a “pink dye test” and another that just reads it out to you in plain English.

By the time I’m done reading the directions, my hands are shaking so bad. I don’t know why, as there’s no way I’m pregnant. The directions say it’s best to test first thing in the morning with your first pee of the day, but there’s no way I’m waiting for that. Somehow I manage to not pee all over the place, setting the sticks upside down in the wrappers and turning on the timer for 3 minutes. The longest 3 minutes of my life. I take the time to putter around my bathroom, absentmindedly cleaning off random things until the timer goes off. Ok, so when these say negative, I’ll give myself a few days to not be exhausted and, if I still am, I’ll make an appointment with my doctor. No big deal. Just ruling this out. I grab the one that just reads it to you, thinking this would be easier than trying to figure out of I was seeing 2 lines or 1. I take a deep breath and exhale, flipping the test over, my eyes focusing on the tiny box that would read out my fate.

PREGNANT

I laugh. I actually laugh out loud. And not quietly, more like a full body laugh, my head tipping back with the force of it. Which is probably not the most mature response, but this test is faulty. I would get the one faulty test in their lineup. I mean, it even says it’s not 100% on the box. I reach for the pink dye test, flipping it over, feeling the smile that was on my face start to falter as I look down.

Two lines. That…wait that can’t be right. I snatch the directions off the counter, eyes scanning for the part about reading the results. It says 2 lines means pregnant. It says some other things but I suddenly can’t focus, my eyes snapping back to the 2 little tests on the counter, 2 little sticks that are changing the entire course of my life. Assuming I want it. Do I want it? I don’t not want it. What am I saying? Do I really want to have a kid? Now? If I was going to have a kid with anyone, I’d want it to be Tommy. Fuck, what the hell am I going to tell Tommy?

He texts me a couple hours later to check on me and I tell him I’m feeling better but still tired and need a couple more days. He doesn’t question this and why should he? He says he’ll see me Friday, our weekly Netflix and chill night and I can’t say no. If I do, he’ll suspect something.

“She’s alive!”

Tommy smiles at me, that ear to ear grin that I find so damned endearing as he pulls me in for a tight hug, kissing the side of my head.

“I missed you, Daisy. You feelin’ better?”

“Eh. I’m not sure.”

“Still?” He crooks his finger and tilts my jaw up, his eyes roaming over my face and I almost crack then.

“Your eyes do look…odd. You need to go to the hospital or somethin’? I can drive-”

“No. No, I’ll be ok.”

He doesn’t look convinced as I pull myself from his grip, every inch of me begging to be closer. We get the food set up and I manage to eat some, nerves killing my appetite. We settle onto the couch and he pulls me up next to him, resting his head on mine. As much as I don’t want to move, I have to tell him. It’s eating me alive and I can’t…I need him on this. I need to talk to him, my best friend.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Mmm?”

“I need to tell you something.”

He lifts his head and pauses the movie, turning his head to give me his full attention. My eyes meet his, soft and warm, and I almost choke. It’s killing me to break this happy buzz he has going on.

“I…I don’t really know how to tell you this-”

“You found someone else?” He chuckles, but it’s nervous, like he isn’t quite sure, his eyes bouncing between mine.

“What? No, never.”

“Phew! Well then, darlin’, anythin’ else you have to say can’t be bad.”

“It’s big.”

“So am I.” He waggles his eyebrows and I punch his arm.

“I’m trying to be serious, Tommy.”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.” He pretends to lock his lips and hand me the key, his big eyes settling on mine.

I take a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“I’m p-pregnant.”

Tommy laughs, his body shaking with it, his head tilting back with it, very similar to my initial response and I can’t help the soft smile that appears on my face for a second or two at this parallel.

“Ok, ok, Daisy. Pregnancy isn’t something to joke about.”

“You’re right. It isn’t.”

His laughter starts to fade, his eyes still meeting mine as I will him to finally realize what I’m saying. The moment it does, I can see it - the smile dropping, his eyes growing wide, and he starts nervously stammering.

“I-I…uh wh-what…uh…when….why-”

“I’ve been feeling exhausted since my trip, realized I hadn’t had my period, took a few tests to rule it out, and…” I gesture to my stomach. His eyes flick down to where I gestured, somehow growing wider, as if he could already see a belly. Which is crazy because I’m too early. Right?

I need to read a book.

“P-pregnant? But that makes no sense! I suited up and you - you said you were on birth control.”

“I am. Well, was. When I found out I was pregnant, I stopped taking the pill. And no, I never missed a dose. Always took it on time.”

“Then h-how?”

“Sometimes these things just…fail. I guess. I mean, it does say like 99% effective.”

His breathing has picked up, his chest starting to heave with the weight of it all. He starts glancing around the room, looking for any indication that I was joking. When he finds none, he stands abruptly.

“I-I can’t be here. I gotta..I gotta go.”

“Tommy-”

But he doesn’t stop, tripping over his feet and yanking open the door after fiddling with the lock, slamming it behind him as he all but runs towards where he must have parked his truck.

I don’t know what I expected. I guess maybe more…anger? That wasn’t like him. Talking? Maybe. Nervous support at least? Something. But Tommy storming out like I’ve told him he has 5 seconds before I'm dunking him in a tank full of piranhas? I didn’t expect that. The man was in Desert Storm - I thought he couldn’t get freaked out. When he gets back, I’ll have to ask him about that.

He will come back, right?

>>Chapter 4>>

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Here is another Spider fic I have been oh so maturely and patiently waiting for:

-Spider being adopted by the Sully’s properly like from birth so he is not taken when the recoms attack

-I’d headcanon in that universe he’d be as much of a taronyu as possible because he’s old enough to have completed his iknimaya, so something would have changed that, like he’s with Neytiri, Neteyam, and Jake at the time, or he just has more skills

-that or Neytiri just simply wouldn’t have allowed her kid being taken lol

-I just want to see a world where Jake shows up with his family to the Metkayina like “hey guys were here from shelter from the sky people”

-Tonowari’s like “oh well, theres one behind you, look out?”

-Jake: oh no, not that one, he’s part of the fam

-Ronal: oh my god, he’s asking for help hiding from the sky people and bringing with him a sky person, let me at him, Tonowari

-You thought Ao’nung hated Lo’ak at first? Ur not ready for this.

-Sully kids are not playing around when it comes to their human brother, okay, he’s just their little guy, what’s ur problem?

-I think Spider could either get it because people have disliked him back home too, or he could have been very well liked at home, he’s just a friendly person okay everyone enjoys him, and he isn’t used to not being liked. Either way, I want this fic give it to me.

(This last one is silly but the vibes count: Payakan, Spider, and Lo’ak be like: people are dicks frfr aren’t they? and then they listen to I’m Just a Kid by Simple Plan on repeat beyond the reef while search parties try to find them)

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An interview video with Mark Darrah called "An Interview With Mark Darrah - Creativity, BioWare, and the Industry!": [source and watch link]

Video description: "I was fortunate enough to speak with Mark Darrah, former BioWare vetran, about his time at BioWare, his success, his challenges, and the role of video games in the art world. Thank you again for this chance, Mark!"

Some notes from it under the cut:

There was a question around the topic of games today taking a longer time to come out, getting restarted/rebooted along the way, ideas being scrapped, constant iteration etc. It was asked whether this is unique to BioWare or is it a common issue in the industry more generally. Mark: “So, Dragon Age: Dreadwolf had some particular things involved, some of which are externalities coming from EA, but yeah, video game development, the complexity has been going up exponentially. Games these days, and not just BioWare – five years is probably a good average for games coming out now. That was not the case even five, six years ago. Things have gotten incredibly expensive and much slower.

DA:O was originally conceived as being a spiritual successor to BG. It was a lot of different parts being developed unfortunately independently of each other, and then basically being glued together into something. For example, the darkspawn in DA:O as a faction don’t have very good or sensical visual coherency (they don’t really make sense as a group of things caused by the same thing). Since then there has been a lot more care taken towards the DA IP and making sure it at least has rules that it doesn’t violate, or ones it violates on purpose as opposed to accidentally. The IP has some strong core ideas about characters first (though it wasn’t always saying this out loud), people, power comes at a cost, everyone thinks they are the hero of their own story, etc. Those sorts of things inform most of its development more than anything. You should in most cases be able to look at the villain of the game and go, oh yeah, I get what they’re going for. (In DA:O this is Loghain). “Like, ‘yeah, I get it, I might even agree with you, but I’m not going to let you destroy the world because of what you believe."

EA, like most public companies, is reluctant to spend money to various degrees because the more they spend, the worse it makes their profitability look. One of the reasons why BioWare ended up being bought in the first place was because they had basically run out of money. They ran out of money in the pursuit of quality ahead of everything. But the problem with this strategy is that, if quality is ahead of everything then you’re probably going out of business. On the flipside, in a big public company you often have the opposite problem arising, where it’s profitability ahead of everything. This results in constraints and more constraints on people, and also in more pressure to do more profitable features that might not be quality features. Microtransactions and other monetization models that have arisen in games more recently are sometimes attempted to be rationalized as ‘for the player’, but they’re really money-making features. If you’re putting quality first you’re probably not putting those kinds of features in. If you’re putting money first, then you probably are.

Horses exist in DA:I because at the time it was being made in, a fantasy RPG needed to have horses in it (a ‘table stakes feature’; a feature that needs to be in the game just for it even to have a seat at the table, otherwise people aren’t going to take it seriously). Open world in DA:I was similar. Unfortunately, with open world it needs to be an A or B feature in terms of quality, not a C feature, in order to be good enough for the player. With horses, you do them (at that time) because you have to. With open world, it takes over your entire game unfortunately and modifies the structure of the game as a whole.

Collaboration at BioWare got better over time as the culture matured but also as the structure and systems matured. BG1 had a team of around 65 people, a size which is pretty easy to collaborate at. On DAI the team was well above 400 people when outsourcers are included in the figure. That team size is much bigger, to the point that it wasn't possible to interact with everyone on the team. In the early days of BioWare, disciplines like design and art were considered to be very separate things that didn’t need to interact with each other very much. By the time Mark was leading at BioWare, this had really changed - teams like design and art were working together much more collaboratively, in order to build a better experience. You see this in the games, the more recent ones now have levels that make more sense for the gameplay (now not designed by one discipline in isolation from the other).

By the time BioWare was bought by EA, EA wasn’t buying ‘not-franchises’. DA:O was envisioned as a standalone game. This is why it has lots of weird bits of lore in it still that are kind of timebombs. They largely moved beyond and patched over these, but there are still lots of weird things in it that aren’t fully taken into account. DA:O should never have been a standalone game, it should have always been envisioned as a franchise of some sort as opposed to being retroactively envisioned as one. “So that was a mistake from the beginning.”

On Frostbite as the engine for DA:I: at the time, the political climate [in EA/BioWare] was such that the options were to keep trying to make the game with Eclipse, which was not practical, or Frostbite. There just wasn’t an appetite for anything other than that. DA:I, out of DA:I, ME:A and Anthem, is actually the game that approached Frostbite correctly. It was then followed by the other two games which didn’t do that. “Frostbite is scapegoated and blamed for a lot of BioWare’s woes. On ME:A and Anthem there’s some truth to that, but a DA:I built on Unreal isn’t a radically different or better game.”

ME1 made the engine mistake of trying to force Unreal to be an Eclipse. This essentially meant that the engine was constantly fighting back against the devs.

If Mark had a time machine, he would make some changes to the Hinterlands in DA:I and shave some of the worst edges off of DAII, like moving that one spot in the repeating caves, having Varric lampshade the repeating caves in dialogue, and making it so that you don’t have to fight Orsino. “Anthem’s launch would require more than a time machine.”

ME:A is at least partially a victim of circumstance. It came out with a few particular bugs in it that it didn’t need to. These bugs had been fixed, they just didn’t make it into the release build. The game then landed on top of Zelda and Horizon Zero Dawn, in a climate that was really paying attention and was very critical.

There was a decision during ME:A development to change its tone to a lighter, younger tone than the tone of the MET. The PC of the MET is a Generation X PC, like someone from action movies in the 80s. The PC of ME:A is more like a PC from action movies in the 2000s. This change in tone was controversial. A lot of the pushback ME:A received was more about this tone change. Mark said that he was against it at the time but that he thinks that ME:A probably made the right decision.

“I’m not convinced that BioWare should have been making Anthem. It was conceived by Casey Hudson as something very different than what launched, some sort’ve multiplayer, storytelling. I don’t believe that those problems were actually truly solved. He left in 2014. Whatever he was imagining wasn’t communicated to the team clearly enough for them to execute on his vision. Anthem was basically Destiny, but it was envisioned before Destiny existed. After 2014 they weren’t really acknowledging that they were making Destiny.”

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setsugekka · 1 year

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『paradise lost』 ; 06

❝ the words unspoken ❞

↳ you decide the conversation needs to happen. once and for all: what are we, or what aren’t we?

but of course, it won’t exactly be as easy as that.

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『 pairing 』 : kim hongjoong x fem!reader

『 genre 』 : romance, angst, explicit sexual content.

『 rating 』 : mature

『 word count 』 : 5k

『 warnings 』 : the angst and problems really start now. sex cws: manual stim., dirty talk the usual with these two but not as much because Problems.

And so, you had decided.

Today was the day.

Weeks having gone by since your collective rendezvous with a close friend, it was easy to allow things to settle back into the routine that they had fallen into just before it. The slow season for you calmly ascending — Hongjoong took it upon himself to step up — in so many ways a traditional 'man of the house' role that seemed to come naturally to him even in spite of how outside of tradition he preferred his appearance — anything you needed, anything you desired; now silver hair, often slicked back and up off of his forehead would lightly bob with the movement of affirmation, accompanying smiles of both eyes and lips.

All too happy to please, it seemed as though some things may never change.

A lazy arm creeping out from the sheets and draping itself up and over your torso from behind, Hongjoong used your body as leverage to pull himself further into you, chest against your back and delightfully unpleasant morning breath against your ear — you couldn't fight the smile if you tried, and thankfully, you didn't wish to do so, either.

Hand in sight, you watch as he blindly traces the length of your arm down in a search for your own, wasting no time lacing fingers in between yours upon finding it — a lone pinky finger nail painted bright, pastel blue.

“You smell good,” he whispers, throaty morning voice causing him to sound almost foreign to you. “How do you do that?”

“Magic,” you playfully reply, craning your head back in an attempt to meet his. He notices, pulling himself up just enough to plant a kiss atop your waiting lips before settling back down into the mattress. “You don't,” you also add.

Features scrunching in disapproval at the words, the man beside you pouts briefly — lips pursed and pressed out like a petulant child. “The joys of the honeymoon period already wearing off, eh?”

You find the presentation of the concept of the honeymoon period somewhat ironic. A concept reserved for couples well within the throes of new relationship bliss.

The two of you not in a relationship, and bliss...well, it would need to be a discussion.

You were happy with him, yes, but there was room for improvement.

“My disgusting habits no longer delight you,” Hongjoong adds, peeking one eye open to gauge your response towards his childishness. You blink at him slowly, playing along. Feigning dissatisfaction.

Sort of.

“Your disgusting habits very much do still delight me, darling,” you say before turning to face him and slinging an arm up and over his chest similarly to how he had done with you just moments earlier. Hongjoong's face softens at the embrace, as if fishing for the contact all along.

Turning his head, Hongjoong looks you in the eyes before scanning the features of your face. Drinking it all in — every freckle, blemish, perfections and imperfections alike.

For a moment, you're really so sure.

Pressing himself up and off of the mattress again, he leans down to hover over you, pressing lips into your own with a gentleness that could truly only mimic that of the early morning hours — the dusted rays of an early morning sunlight peeking in through the cracks of a makeshift curtain he had constructed for the upstairs of the loft, as if to privately lock the both of you away up there for no one else's consumption.

One kiss, two kisses, three — deepening on the last, teeth so delicately grazing the skin of your bottom lip that you could miss it had you not been so enamored in him and everything that he was.

Everything that he was to you.

Hongjoong pulls back to look you in the eyes, and silently looking back up at him — the way the feeling immediately rises up and into your chest, a nearly unstoppable force leaving a trail of burn along its way and only satiated by its freedom.

“Hongjoong, I—“

Remaining still, he merely continues looking down at you — the softness of his expression both inviting and in so many ways terrifying.

Terrifying the thought of watching it morph in real time at the words you had intended to follow it with.

“—I'm hungry.”

Sometimes even the truth can still be deceptive.

But Hongjoong merely giggles at the words, kissing you on the mouth again before stretching and beginning his removal from the quiet upstairs of his loft apartment.

“Suppose I'm expected to feed you as well, then?”

“It's the least you can do, really,” you retort playfully, tone alluding to the activities of the night prior and the appetite they had worked up.

“The least I can do?” he snaps, turning his head with eyes wide as if mildly insulted by the implication of having not done enough then. “You'll have to forgive me for being such a lousy lover,” he snorts, pulling a black t-shirt discarded only hours ago from the bedside floor, up and over his head, following his jeans.

“I'll try to make it up to you with some eggs then, how does that sound?”

Smile stretching ear to ear at the sight and sound of him, you agree.

It was nothing new that you loved watching Hongjoong work, you wondered if cooking could have been considered an extension of said work.

And sure, it was nothing fancy. Eggs, bacon, some toast — not exactly an award winning meal by any means, but it was the grace in which the man carried on any and everything that had all of the meaning behind it.

You were in love with him. Probably.

Coming up from behind him and wrapping your arms around, locking hands at his front as he waits for toast to pop from the toaster, you place the side of your head between his shoulder blades — listening to the way that he breathes, the way his heart beats, the way he chuckles at your contact.

“I'm going as fast as I can,” he jokes, inferring that there may be something else in particular you're aiming towards once breakfast is out of the way. You smile to no one, not wanting to give away the secret, be there one to keep.

Hongjoong cracks an egg into a bowl, then a second, and a third — reaching into various drawers in an attempt to find a whisk before simply settling for a fork, but it's your hands traveling down the front of him that eventually has him sighing loudly — exasperated (but not really) by your neediness.

Truth was, you hadn't intended for that to be the outcome originally; but he brought it up.

Turning around in your grasp abruptly, Hongjoong pushes you backwards and your behind against the kitchen table — one hand pushing back medium length silver hair from his face before his lips crash against your own, this time much more intense than he had been in bed previously. His hands finally land on either side of your hips as his own settle themselves between your legs despite your standing position — making room for his presence and happily welcoming him into your own.

It reminds you of the first time.

His kitchen long since remodeled since that first kiss in the kitchen all of those months back — feeling like a lifetime gone by from then until now, and the burning in your chest at the thought of it all just makes you all the more sure of the conversation that you have to force today.

Not now, but soon. For now, this will do.

Hongjoong's teeth sinking harder into your bottom lip as the ferocity of his kissing grows, you groan into the kiss, already palming at the front of his jeans and drinking up the catches of breath that escape from his own mouth as a result.

“Can't even let me cook breakfast,” he chides, speaking the words directly into your own mouth with a growl before dragging himself down the expanse of your neck and sinking teeth and suctioned kisses to the skin just below your ear.

“You're gonna leave marks,” you whimper, Hongjoong's other hand dipping down past the elastic front of your pajama shorts before you can finish getting the sentence out in full.

“Yeah, I know that.”

As his middle finger sinks between your folds, pressed gently against your clit, even with such little contact it's nearly enough to make your knees buckle — hands holding tightly against the edge of the table as if for dear life itself, he notices the struggle and chuckles hot breath against your skin in between his new art project.

“So needy.”

The words go straight to your pussy, as if needing more help being made fully pliable for him — biting into your bottom lip and screwing your eyes shut at the steady, focused circles being drawn at your clit. It's easy for him; it was at the beginning, and perhaps has only become more so with time, experience, and familiarity. A man that knows all of the ways in which to make you tick, and does so happily at the drop of a hat.

Not without being just a little annoying about it, though.

“If I make you come can we finally eat breakfast in peace?”

The tone is light and full of evidence of his enjoying the moment, enjoying the way you fall apart so easy in his palm with so little work. You nod quickly, huffing out his name in affirmation of you being close, as well.

Hongjoong pulls back to look at you, rolling his eyes with a grin, “fine, I guess.”

Suddenly it's quicker, more focused work into you with the pads of his fingers, and it's only a few goes at you that he has before your fingers are clenching hard against the wooden table — every muscle in your legs tensing and head falling forward — forehead against his shoulder as you come unraveled for him just as you always do. Hongjoong talking you through it with praising whispers the whole way before finally coming down from your high and heaving a deep breath of comforting release.

He pulls from you, hand and shoulder both — only long enough to kiss you briefly again before washing his hands and carrying on with breakfast as if nothing out of the ordinary had even taken place.

Well, save for one unfortunate reminder.

“Ah fuck,” he whines. “The bacon's burnt.”

Sitting across from the man, relatively small wooden table — barely enough surface area to accommodate all of the plates and silverware and glasses adorning it for the both of you — a reminder of how little time Hongjoong spends in there to begin with, it feels cozy. As if a new tradition, seemingly uncharted waters the two of you find yourselves wading through in the togetherness of your relationship; eating breakfast at the small, dining room table, something that couples do before starting their days.

It's so normal, normal in a way that feels completely foreign in contrast to everything else about your relationship with him.

You watch as he shovels the last bit of eggs from his plate into his mouth, quietly chewing and scrolling through his phone — mouth occasionally stilling upon stumbling across something particularly interesting on whatever timeline it happened to be that he was on, you smile at the visual just before you.

Today was the day, you had decided as much already.

“Can we talk?”

The words cutting through the silence of the high ceilings and cemented walls, Hongjoong immediately meets your attention, looking up from the device and through his long eyelashes at you. 'Attentive' may as well have been his middle name, after all.

It's a non-verbal affirmation that he gives you, and thus, you carry on with the agenda of the morning.

“I've been thinking...for a while about this, I guess—“ you begin, hesitance in your voice that you can see immediately piques his curiosity. Hongjoong locks his phone before setting it onto the table top face down — as if fully intending to ignore any potential, incoming distractions.

“—about us.”

He blinks. You can't help but watch him intently — eyeing every subtle movement or change in his face, as if trying to read any thought floating around in his mind already. Not something particularly easy with the man with the impressive poker face — games you've played with him time and time again, in fact — trying to get information out of the other one without simply having the conversation about it.

Now you wanted to have the conversation.

Hongjoong sits back in his chair, slightly slumped and cards his fingers through his silvery hair — he clears his throat briefly, eyes pulling away even if only for a single moment. It's so fast, you might not have even thought much of it had you not been searching specifically for it.

It's a tell.

And in all of the years that you had known him, become close to him, broken down boundaries and created new ones with him, suppose you never would have guessed that the trick to truly reducing the artist down to shaky eye contact and similarly cracked vocal tone was a conversation about feelings.

“What about us?”

He asks the question as if he has no idea what it is that you're referring to, despite it being obvious. You wish he weren't the type to make you spell it out for him, but you know better. You know him well enough to know that this would be the case.

When it came to getting him to sleep with you, the implication was enough. When it comes to anything past that, you long since gathered that you would be dragging him kicking and screaming.

Now it's time to find out just how far you're willing to drag him, and at what point he will be willing to relent.

Cocking your head to the side and with a look that says come on, you know what I'm talking about, you remain in silence as the two of you look at each other. You hate to engage in the games that he insists on even still, given that the whole point of the talk this morning is to do away with them — but you would be lying if you said that you didn't want to see how far he would be willing to take his stubbornness. How much poking and prodding would it take to finally get him to give up the ruse.

You sigh, sitting straight again and understanding that the entirety of this would be left up to you.

A man so empathetic, so completely and unreservedly emotionally available in all ways except saying it. Happy to give you all of himself except for the feeble, empty words.

Feeble, empty words that you still so desperately desire hearing from his mouth.

“You know what I mean, Joong,” you finally start, another round of tug-o-war lost to the man. “This, all of this, what we've been doing for months now — I mean, it's far beyond what most people would consider normal friendship.”

“Does it really matter what 'most people' consider normal, though?”

You quiet at the response, taken aback by his frail attempt at arguing against it.

In most cases, you felt sure of the shared feelings between the two of you. It was true that Hongjoong was seemingly incapable of verbalizing his feelings in any meaningful way, but he never fought it — happily willing and able to go the extra mile in so many ways to show the feelings that, before now, were so evidently sure to exist.

It was a first, and you hadn't even considered the option prior to now.

You suppose he picks up on it, shuffling in his awkwardness across from you — attempting to maintain eye contact but unable to for longer than a few seconds as they fixate down and towards the liquid in the glass in front of him as he crosses his arms loosely over his chest.

“What I mean is,” he begins, nearly a whisper. “I'm happy with the way things are...aren't you happy?”

And you can't help but wonder if he's asking you the wrong question on purpose. ‘Aren't you happy’ and ‘aren't you happy with the way things are,’ posing two entirely different considerations. The answer is both yes and no — as it often is in matters of the heart.

You realize you're going to have to take a stronger, stricter approach.

Giving it some time in between, the both of you taking sips of your glasses and setting them back down onto the table almost simultaneously — you find humor in how often conversations of the like take place between the two of you over small tables and liquid beverages.

The grandest of neutral settings, you suppose.

“Just be honest with me,” you begin, and you can tell by the change of his expression — the slight widening of his eyes, that he's not expecting it. “About me, about your feelings, about us.”

“What do you mean?” he asks almost as quickly as you finish the sentence. “I am. You live here, we see each other everyday, we have sex, we wake up together...what else is there to say?”

There's slight agitation in his voice now, likening him to an animal backed into a corner — it's not how you wanted the morning to go, but you did somewhat expect it to be the case. That it wouldn't be easy.

“The words, Joong—“ you sigh, exhausted by the conversation already nor thrilled with the turn it had taken. Hongjoong's defensiveness is not his most appealing quality to you by far, but an inevitability, for sure. “We've ignored it and pretended it wasn't a thing for long enough, I think. Can't we just be honest and have the conversation now like adults about our feelings for one another?”

Hongjoong's eyes pull away from you again, but before he's able to get a word out, you continue on with your own thoughts.

“That we should consider seeing each other? In a relationship sense?”

Just like you anticipated — kicking and screaming the whole way.

Fingers through his hair again before picking up his glass and taking another drink, it's as though he's attempting to buy himself more time before having to acknowledge everything that you've just laid out on the figurative table in front of him.

You know that he's uncomfortable, but too fucking bad.

Setting the glass down, he swallows hard, so hard it's audible in the otherwise silent room.

“So, you're not happy then?”

It being 'frustrating' could be an understatement, and you almost fail to understand how the two of you even landed right here, right now, in this predicament. An hour ago, Hongjoong happily, lovingly, lapping up kisses and moans from your lips, sucking marks into your skin — the man so happy to play possession when it suits him and gets him off but fully and incomprehensibly unable to function in any seemingly healthy, emotional capacity.

It was as if you didn't even know the man sitting before you, now. Perhaps a side that you had always been aware of, deep down — ignored and put on the back burner for the man that Hongjoong loved to play pretend as.

Stripped raw and emotionally bare before you, you contemplated briefly as you gazed into all too familiar eyes — eyes you knew, eyes you adored — but have you ever known him?

And do you even like him now that you do?

“That's not what I said, why can't you just answer the question?”

“Aren't we seeing each other already?”

Finally, some acknowledgment that he's here and with you on the same page now.

But for you, the conversation is a bit too far gone already. There always comes a point where the discussion spirals out of control, out of hand — no longer the possibility present of anything meaningful being derived from it.

You're angry, and not so deep down, hurt.

“So you're fine with me fucking other people then?” you spit out. Tone harsh and so matter of a fact that you didn't even really intend for it to be so rough — he'd never said it, and based on the way this conversation is going, never would — but you knew it was a sore spot for him, a barely scabbed over wound you so delicately picked at in a moment of weakness.

“Aren't you already.”

And it's not so much the words that take you aback, bring you back down from a heightened angered state and more down to a cool and calm reality, but the bluntness. It's not a question that he poses; obviously already knowing the answer.

He knows that you are, and now you know that he can't tell you that it kills him when you do.

Standing up, Hongjoong grabs his plate from in front of him, reaching down towards your own to collect it. His motions are gentle and careful in all of the ways that he always is — such a stark contrast to the turn that the conversation has taken.

Looking you in your eyes, Hongjoong picks your dishes up for you and with a tight-lipped grin, he says, “You didn't know I was going to be there that night, after all.”

And it's not fair to bring it up — you going over there, meeting or knowing Wooyoung at all was all planned and in accordance with Hongjoong. He was the one that pushed for the man in question. He was the one that brought up the threesome to begin with. You know it well, that Hongjoong now operates entirely from a place of hurt and pain — it dripping from every word that exits his mouth now, so pronounced to you that you wonder if in ways he's given up the scheme — the desire to pretend.

But still unable to just say the words. ‘I'm hurt. I don't want you to see other people anymore. Will you be mine?’

Even to you, now, the thought of them being said by him seeming so distant in spite of their triviality.

It's with that that the conversation ends, the sound of the water faucet of the sink and dishes clattering together ringing through the loft as you sit there in verbal silence. You hate the way that it ends. You wanted more from this, from this conversation.

From him. You wanted him to do better, maybe you could have done better, too.

And it begs the question of how much Hongjoong truly can offer you. A man so evidently emotionally constipated and desperately in need of help unpacking whatever it is that has brought him to this place — but it's not your job to fix broken men, no matter how much you may want them in your life.

Or love them, or whatever the case may be.

You can't fix him. Take it or leave it.

“So, what is it that you've come to me for today?”

“Don't do that.”

Lying lengthwise on the familiar couch, in the familiar apartment, Hongjoong slings an arm up and over his face — obstructing his vision from nothing but the ceiling in which he's in direct vision of. Scents of pine and wood resonating through with the makeshift imitation of raindrops on the window stemming from the surround sound system of the open living room space — it's comforting in a way that the man doesn't anticipate, the stress and worry of the morning’s events already slowly rolling off of him with only having lied down to rest his weary body and mind.

It was there that he had gone for a reason, though.

The other man sitting across the way — a simple, light sweater and sweatpants with blonde, disheveled hair — not at all dressed and ready for a professional visitor and yet willing to play the part all the same, Wooyoung smiles gently in Hongjoong's direction despite knowing the gesture won't be seen by the intended party.

“You came for that.”

Hongjoong sighs at the words and the truth within them.

“Trouble in paradise, I presume?” he adds.

Silence takes the two men again as the sound of quiet rain pattering against a window that doesn't exist attempts to drown Hongjoong's thoughts — at least, it's what he hopes it does. Wooyoung makes a passing comment about the man on his couch having done something new with his hair again, finally drawing visual confirmation from Hongjoong as he allows his arm to fall back down and off of the side of the couch — hand just barely meeting the floor beneath as he turns to look at Wooyoung.

“You know I've never been one with words,” he finally sighs, still unable to speak the problem into existence in any meaningful way — a simple hope that his friend will simply get it.

“Oh, I know it,” Wooyoung chuckles from across the room, crossing his arms over his chest with a slight grin. “Some things never change, I guess. I told you you should talk to someone.”

“I know, I did — for a while.”

“Did it help?”

“Yeah,” Hongjoong admits through another breathy sigh. “But then I got busy with work and just...life, you know how it goes.”

“You have to make the time, you're here, aren't you?”

Turning his vision back to the ceiling, Hongjoong chuckles. “You're not my therapist.”

“I'm not yours, no,” the man smiles, leaning forward to reach towards his mug sitting on the table just between them. “We're far too personally enmeshed, but we can make due, for now.”

It's hard, of course. Laborious thoughts and feelings constantly whirling through Hongjoong's mind at every waking moment. Of course he would — of course he wants to be open, emotionally available, be able to just say the words — words that come so easily to seemingly every other person on the planet. Words that he feels, and thinks, and knows.

Words that seem to come so easily to you.

“I'm upset that she came over that one night.”

“Here?” Wooyoung questions, to make sure that the both of them are on the same topic. Hongjoong nods before slinging his arm over his face again.

“Were you testing her? To see if she would come here to see me alone?”

Still on the couch, Hongjoong slowly nods again.

“How did it make you feel when she came over that night?” Wooyoung continues on in attempt to get to the root of the issue.

Hongjoong takes pause — once again, the lack of ability to find the actual words haunting him, but desperately trying to find it within himself to push past it.

“I mean,” he begins, pausing briefly before continuing on with the thought. “Not great, kind of made me feel like she just—“ and he pauses again, as if suddenly taken by his own realization before the words escape his lips. Wooyoung pushes him forward, urging him on to continue the thought.

“—Like she just wanted you.”

Quiet sweeping the room again, Wooyoung takes a sip from his mug before setting it back down onto the table and settling his back against the chair once again. Eyes still firmly locked into position on the man lying sprawled out on his couch for this impromptu and not at all professional session, he chews the inside of his cheek for just a second in an attempt to find the right words.

Hard to play thorough, neutral third party when you were one of the individuals involved in the threesome in question.

“And have you told her that you want to be exclusive?”

Hongjoong inhales sharply at the question — Wooyoung hears it clear as day, words that he may have mulled over in his mind but never once dared say or hear out loud.

Exclusivity.

“I—“ he begins from the couch, pausing again to think it through. “I don't know that I want that. No.”

“Are you seeing other people?”

Hongjoong pulls his arm off of his face again, turning his head to make eye contact with Wooyoung. “Are you asking as my friend or my therapist?”

“I'm not your therapist, but does it matter? Are you seeing other people, or is it just her who is?”

Lazily dragging his palms over his face, an exasperated sigh heaving from his chest, Hongjoong accepts that he has no choice but to play along if this visit today is to be of any use to him whatsoever.

“Well, aside from that night...here,” he begins ever so reluctantly. “No, I'm not.”

Wooyoung hums at the response. “So, ever since the first night you started sleeping with her, you haven't seen anyone else, and she has? Does she know that?”

“No,” Hongjoong replies, then quickly adjusts. “I don't know, maybe.”

“Do you want to see other people?”

And there it is. The question that Hongjoong supposes all of this time has been the real root of the issue. Out of all of the questions and possibilities drowning out his thoughts and feelings and all of the ways that the situation burns through his chest, it was that question that would ultimately end up being his downfall.

All in all, the same question you had asked him only hours earlier in the day.

“No.”

Leaning forward and toward the table again, picking up the mug and placing it to plump lips, Wooyoung softly smiles against the rim of it towards Hongjoong, who happily receives the warmth that his friend offers to him in such an effortless gesture.

And Hongjoong finds that in such a simple word, so much struggle and worry has already rolled off of him, weights lifted from his shoulder in a way that he never could have imagined — and so easily, at that. He thinks that Wooyoung certainly is a menace, but he's damn good at his job.

Sometimes it's the most elementary, tiniest things that offer us the most relief in trying times.

“You should tell her.”

“I know.”

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