#doubt it’ll pick up again anytime soon

[tiklart]

Yuhhh, imma drop this for now 🌚

A lil comfort drawing I did a while back

[moonstruckme]

Could I request more soft dom Remus!! Maybe reader forgets to take care of her self because she is too caught up in her work and Remus loving sets her straight and just takes care of her🙏🏻 you are lovely my dear❤️❤️

Thanks for requesting!

cw: implied d/s dynamics, migraine

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 730 words

The couch springs groan beside you. You reach blindly for the tea Remus has brought you, eyes still on your laptop. 

“Look here, dove.” 

Your head turns before your mind has caught up to it, one hand still typing out the end of a word. Remus is scrutinizing you, your tea held firmly in his grasp. 

“Close your laptop.” 

“What? Why?” 

Remus gives you a look. “Weren’t you just telling me your head is hurting?” 

You chew the inside of your lip, but stand your ground. “Yeah.” 

“The laptop’s not helping with that, darling.” 

“Finishing my report will.” 

“You’re not finishing anytime soon, and the light’s not good for you.” 

He reaches for your laptop, and you draw it closer to you protectively. “It’ll be bad for me whenever I do it, so I may as well finish tonight.” 

“Enough.” Remus’ voice firms up. “Close it.” 

You scowl but do, saying a silent prayer that you remember all you’d wanted to say when you pick it back up again. Remus takes your laptop, moving it out of reach before he finally passes you your tea. The steam feels nice, and though you’d rather die than admit it you can feel the muscles in your face relax almost immediately. You blow on it gently.

A hand on your leg makes you look up at your boyfriend. Remus’ expression has gentled, a softer brand of concern in his eyes where they meet yours. 

“You wanna come here?” he asks. 

He helps you find your way into his lap, one of your thighs on either side of his. He draws slow, soothing strokes up your sides. One hand finds your face, thumb dimpling your lip. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, not without humor. “I know you wanted to keep working, but your body was tired of it.” Remus moves his thumb to kiss you, soft and lingering. “You’re your own worst enemy when you get like this, dove.” 

Your sullen mood gives way easily under the weight of his devotion. “I’m sorry,” you sigh. 

“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to take better care of yourself.” He studies your face. “Have you had painkillers?” 

“No.” 

A wry smile. “How did I already know you were going to say that?” 

Remus reaches into his pocket, pulling out a couple of pills he no doubt fetched while the kettle was boiling. He passes them to you, watches as you down them with your tea. 

You watch him back as you swallow, feeling shyer than you did a minute ago. “Thanks, Rem.” 

“Don’t mention it.” He smooths a piece of hair away from your eye. His thumb lands on your temple, beginning to drill small circles. 

If your enthrallment with his touch weren’t enough, the skill with which Remus does the motion would be. It’s hypnotic. Your eyes fall closed, head listing forward. Remus chuckles and encourages it the rest of the way with his other hand on the back of your neck, letting you rest on his shoulder. How could anyone say that soulmates don’t exist, when the curve of his neck seems so perfectly fitted to your face? 

“You’re going to let me look after you now?” he asks warmly. 

You manage a feeble hum of assent. 

Remus is massaging your head with both hands now, deft fingers smoothing over your scalp and working their way gradually towards the tensed muscles of your neck. “Good girl.” Your body goes warm and loose at the praise. Your forehead rests heavily upon Remus’ shoulder. 

His quiet voice takes on an amused hue as he asks, “And what are you going to do the next time your head starts to hurt while you’re working?” 

You whine. “Remus.” 

“I just need to hear it from you once, dove.” 

You sigh. You think for a second that you might just pretend to fall asleep to avoid saying it, but the pressure of Remus’ fingers lessen until they’re barely there at all. He’s waiting for you.

“It starts with a b,” he hints. 

You’re glad he can’t see you scowling into his shoulder. “I’ll take a break.” 

“There we go.” Remus’ fingers resume their work, and you can feel the chuckle brewing in his chest as he turns his head to kiss your temple. “I know we’ll do better next time, won’t we?”

[cal-flakes]

╰┈➤ getting caught with rafe

warnings: smut, a lot of swearing.

summary: y/n maybank gets caught with rafe cameron, by her brother.

“nobody’s home rafe, it’ll be fun!” y/n gleamed, dragging her reluctant boyfriend by the arm. branches and leaves crunched underneath their feet as the trampled through the cut. rafe cameron did not want to be walking through this side of the island, but after a minor spat about rafe having never been to his girlfriends house, he agreed.

“im not sure if you’re forgetting princess, but there’s a reason we’ve never gone to your house” rafe whispered, earning a cheeky smile from her. “shh, he’s not home, he’s out with pope..” y/n uttered, praying her boyfriend won’t bolt.

it wasn’t that rafe was scared, absolutely not. rafe cameron would never run from a pogue like jj maybank. he was nervous about y/n getting in trouble. y/n and rafe had been sneaking around with eachother for a little while, having shared a blunt at a party once, leading to a very long conversation about outer space.

still being dragged along, rafe observed the girl in front of him carefully, seeing how her hand fit just right in his, watching the skip in her step as she pulled him with her.

he was in awe, he adored her to no end, to the point it unnerved him. rafe cameron couldn’t have seen this coming from a mile away, the thought of falling so hard for someone scared him to death, nevermind falling for a pogue.

over the last few weeks they had a routine going, y/n would sneak out when she knew jj was asleep and walk fifteen minutes up the road where rafe’s car would wait for her. from there they’d drive back to his place, or when they were feeling it, drive to the beach and sit there all night.

because of her, rafe’s downright hatred for pogues had softened quite a bit. taking the time to understand why she lives the way she does, why she has to work two jobs, sometimes three just to make enough money for her and jj. y/n maybank had really opened his eyes, and he secretly loved it. he was amazed by her.

“see? nobody’s home” she stated, subconsciously taking the win as she peered through the open porch. no lights, no cars. she knew jj was somewhere with pope, and would most likely crash at john b’s place. “what about your dad?” rafe asked carefully, aware of the sensitive topic. shrugging, “he’s been gone for a while, don’t know where, doubt he’ll be back anytime soon” y/n sighed, her heart hurting slightly at the thought of luke abandoning her, thought she would never admit that.

pushing the door open, she ushered rafe through and turned the hallway light on. looking around, he took notice of the various holes along the walls, a few broken pictures lay on the ground underneath them. a strange pain in his chest caught him off guard, he couldn’t explain the feeling, but he knew why.

rafe picked up the pace and hastily followed after her before she could notice he was looking. “you hungry? we probably don’t have much but i’m sure i could make you a sandwich or something, if jj hasn’t eaten everything…” y/n fidgeted with her bracelets as she rambled anxiously, now regretting her decision to bring him here. the differences between their houses was ongoing and y/n was overly aware of it in the moment.

taking hold of her cheek, rafe shushed her with a soft kiss. “i’m not hungry angel, it’s okay” he muttered, stroking her head with his fingers. nodding, she grabbed his hand again, leading him through to her room.

heading through, rafe chuckled as y/n jumped onto her bed the moment they set foot in her room. y/n’s room wasn’t big, big enough for a double bed and some bookshelves. the walls were littered with framed pictures. rafe’s lips curled slightly, threatening a small smile as he looked over the baby picture of her and her brother, pictures of her and the pogues.

wracking his brain, rafe couldn’t think of anything that would make him change his mind about her brother and his friends, but her large smiles in the photographs were enough to make him see that they were a big part of her life.

creeping behind him, y/n wrapped her arms around his torso, leaning her head on his shoulder blade as he continued looking at the contents of her room. coming round to look with him, she pointed a finger at one of the photos. “this was in the marsh i think, we were fishing through the summer and jj pushed me off the boat, a scary moment for sure because god knows what’s down there, but it was fun” she spoke quietly, a toothy smile appearing.

rafe’s eyes trailed from the photograph back to her, sucking in a breath as he stared. “you are so fucking beautiful angel..” he muttered, almost breathless.

y/n turned to face him, beaming as he looked down at her. suddenly, she latched onto him, causing them to topple and land on the bed.

giggling, she leaned down as she straddles him, planting kisses all over his chiselled face. his ring clad fingers reached up to hold her cheeks, pulling her in for a deep kiss. not breaking the kiss, his hands wandering as ground her hips onto him.

y/n moaned into rafe’s mouth, feeling his cock harden beneath her. pulling away slowly, rafe flipped them both, pinning y/n down. a torrent of whimpers left her mouth as he trailed kisses down her neck, undoing her shorts as he did.

she gripped the sheets, lifting slightly for rafe to pull down the denim bottoms. pleasurable thoughts invaded her mind, wanting nothing more than release. looking up at her, he pressed light kisses to her inner thighs, the hot air from his breath making her jolt.

the cool metal rings on his fingers added nothing but pleasure as his thumb circles her clit at a painfully slow pace. “f-fuck, rafe..please” y/n whined, intertwining her fingers with his hair, pulling slightly.

groaning as she tugged, he pushed his fingers through her folds, earning yet another breathy moan. his pace quickened as his tongue took over from his thumb, sucking softly on her clit.

the burning coil in her stomach twisted tighter and she clenched around his fingers, an early sign that she was close.

“you gonna cum for me angel? can you do that for me?” he whispered, the vibrations from his mouth sent shockwaves through her. nodding, she threw her head back, not able to suppress the noises bubbling in her throat.

a loud gasp erupted from her lips as she heard a bang outside, pushing rafe’s head away. “oh my god” she muttered in fear. rafe’s head perked up, unsure of what was going on.

“quick, get under the blanket, jj’s back” she whispered, hearing her brothers taunting footsteps in the hallway. y/n covered rafe with the sheet the best she could, lying back, nervously thinking of a plan.

“yo y/n! you in?” jj called from outside her door. “fuck” she mumbled, “y-yeah, in my room!” she answered, half praying he’d take it and leave it. before god could consider granting her wish, her bedroom door swung open, jj’s boots clunking on the floor as he stepped inside.

his eyes narrowed at the sight before him, y/n laying in bed, the blanket bundled up around her lower half. “you okay? you sick?” her brother questioned, suspicion laced in his tone. “uh, y-yeah, yeah i’m not feeling great”

“okay, you cold or something? that’s a lot of blankets y/n” jj joked, taking a step forward to prod the sheets. “no don’t touch them! i finally got comfy!” she screamed, her heart beating almost out of her chest.

“hey man, im just making sure you got enough” his brows furrowed, making the final step towards the bed, laying a hand on the mound of blankets. for a second, time seemed to slow. her eyes widened as her brothers did. he knew, and she knew that he knew.

jumping backwards with such force, knocking the photograph of her in the marsh onto the floor. “that’s a fucking person y/n, that’s not a fucking sheet!” he shouted, not knowing what to think. before she could get a word in, jj had started on a verbal rampage.

“who the fuck is under there y/n? i swear to god i’ll blow his fucking brains out!” his arms flapped around as he spoke, his anger showing through his movements.

“for fucks sake jj! get out!” she screamed at him, gesturing violently for him to leave. shaking his head, he tapped the wall beside him as if to ground himself.

“no! get out of the bed y/n! get up!” an argument ensued as rafe stayed as still as possible. he’d have jumped up by now to argue with her brother also, but he didn’t want to make things worse for her.

after a bit of back and forth, jj, fed up, went to rip the sheets away from his sister. “no! jj don’t! i’m naked!” she shrieked, pausing all movement from her brother.

the look in his eyes scared her, he looked crazy, possibly even murderous if she really squinted. “i’m not leaving this house until i find out who’s in your fucking room y/n!” jj bellowed, slamming the door behind him. “you’ll have to come out at some point! might as well get it over with!”

chest heaving, she pulled the blanket off rafe, who just smirked up at her. “i told you this was a bad idea angel” he laughed quietly, enjoying the feeling of being right, once again. “it’s not funny rafe! he’s going to kill me!” she cried, worried about her brothers reaction when his eyes meet rafe’s. shaking his head, he pecked her thigh once more. “not as long as i’m here”

after helping her get dressed, rafe pressed a kiss to her forehead as she moved slowly to the door. the door vibrated as jj knocked on it. “i’m waiting y/n”

this was it. this was the moment her brother would finally snap.

opening the door slowly, y/n couldn’t meet her brothers gaze as his eyes travelled from his sister to the man in her room. for a moment he said nothing, almost hyperventilating as his blood boiled.

“rafe? you’re sleeping with rafe cameron?!” he shouted, causing his sister to jump at the sudden noise.

as if to anger him further, rafe stood tall behind y/n, hands on her waist as he stared her brother down, egging him on to make a move.

the bad blood between the two was incomprehensible, unfixable, unchanging. she could think of so many words to describe the mutual hatred between them.

jj shook in his place, seething. if his sister wasn’t standing right in front of him, he would’ve went for rafe by now.

“jj! stop! he’s not what you think!” y/n pleaded, desperate for him to understand. the taken aback look on his face said it all. “not what i think? not what i fucking think?! he’s dangerous y/n! you need to stay away from him!”

rafe stayed quiet, knowing how upset she would be if he made any advances. his fingers dig into her side as he listened to the insults spewing from her brothers mouth, struggling to keep his cool.

“no he’s not jj! he’s so sweet and kind to me! you wouldn’t get it!” she retorted, growing tired of brothers anger.

worried about what he might do, given the chance, jj stopped shouting. “you know what, I can’t even fucking look at you right now y/n”

before she could plead with him, he’d stormed out of the house, taking his forever packed bag with him, a sign he wasn’t returning that night.

“shh baby, i’ve got you, it’s okay” rafe cooed, pulling her into him, her tears staining his top.

part two <3

[yearninqheart]

what kind of future (teaser)

If I could go back in time, rather than roughly but warmly, would I be able to let you go?

pairing: pansy parkinson x reader

word count: 0.8k (this teaser)

release date: TBD

series tags: fem!reader, gryffindor!reader, angst, some fluff, wlw, pansy pov, friends to something, more to be added as i finish writing this!

teaser warnings: self-doubt, mentions of worry for the future + meeting parents expectations, lemme know if i missed any!

notes: got in my feels and started writing pansy angst while listening to what kind of future instead of finishing that other reg fic my bad. anyways let me know if you’d like to be added/removed from my taglist and what you think of this pls and thank u <3

“Have you finally got your head out of your arse?” Draco asked as he took the seat across from Pansy. Quickly, she began to miss the quietness that filled the room prior to his presence. 

“Such a kind friend you are. I’m doing well, thank you.” Pansy rolled her eyes as she picked up her teacup, gesturing to the second one reserved for Draco before taking a sip of her tea. 

For a brief moment, silence filled the room as the two simply enjoyed their tea and snacks. From where they sat in the drawing room, the sound of running water from the b fountain in the garden outside helped fill the silence before one of them was ready to speak. Unsurprisingly, it was Draco.

“Have you told her yet?” 

Pansy wished she could play dumb. Told who what? But there was a reason she had invited Draco over today, and both of them knew it was not because she missed her best-friend. 

“Or have you finally realized it for yourself?” 

At that, she slowly nodded her head, her gaze casting downwards as Draco leaned back in his chair. “Do you plan on telling her anytime soon?”

She scoffed in response to this. “And then what?” 

“What do you mean ‘and then what?’. And then you can finally have your—painfully obvious—answer that’s what!” Pansy had opened her mouth to say something but Draco continued. “Don’t you even try to deny it, all of us can see it. I don’t understand how you’re doubting yourself even after so many of us have told you it’s not just you.” 

He was right, unfortunately. All of her friends have told her in one way or another to just go for it. They all claim to see the spark but all Pansy seems to see is the aftermath of everything that could possibly go wrong. His words hung in the air for a while before she finally spoke again. 

“I’m scared it won’t work out.” She finally admitted, eyes landing on her lap as she picked at her fingernails. “And if it's not because I mess it up then it’ll be because of my family. Draco you know how they are, remember how they reacted to Longbottom? And he’s a pureblood! How do you think they’d react to a muggleborn? I don’t want her to be dragged into this whole mess.” 

The reason why Pansy was always seen as reckless growing up was due to the knowledge that everything she ever had was always replaceable. She never had to worry about damaging or losing anything because she could always simply get it back one way or another. This however, would not be replaceable if something went wrong. 

“Don’t you think she also knows what could  happen?” Draco tried to reason. When she simply remained quiet, he continued. “ Pans, it’s been a year since your friendship with them changed whether you choose to acknowledge it or not. I think she knows what she’s getting herself into and is just being the off chance everything is fine. Don’t you also want this to work out?” 

Pansy scoffed, lifting her head up to look at him. “Of course I bloody do, what kind of question is that!”

Love was something she had pushed to the deepest edges of her mind but now appears to have flooded every inch of it, turning her into, per Draco’s own words one drunken night, a “tolerable person” which had earned him a shove at his shoulder. 

“Then why don’t you try?” 

“I’m not risking her!” Pansy exclaimed, suddenly jumping onto her feet causing a plate of scones to go flying across the room. “I can’t risk losing it all, not if there’s a chance it won’t work out.”  

Draco looked at his best-friend with a softened expression, watching her struggle to calm her breathing as she stood hunched over her chair, fingers tightly gripping the back of it as she tried to calm her racing mind and heart. 

In that moment, Pansy wonders if this was all even worth it. Physical objects her parents could care less about, but the future of their family name was a different story. They tolerated her mischievousness growing up but with her graduation in 2 years, her parents had become more firm on their expectations of her and unfortunately, her little songbird is not a part of them. Not in the way she would’ve liked that is.

 “But what if it does?” Draco was now suddenly standing on the other side of the chair, the feeling of his hand covering the tops of her seemed to pull her out of her head to finally realize he had moved. “It could work out for all you know, you won’t know unless you try.” 

He was right. What if it doesn’t mess up? What if she’s just overthinking everything? What if it would work out? 

But would that be a risk she was willing to take?

tagging, lmk if you wanna be added/removed: @with-love-anu @screennamealreadyused @retvenkos @princekooks

[sickficideas]

silence || dazai + akutagawa sickfic

ao3! 3.8k words - please refer to the link for additional tags!

request for @potatopersonal on ao3!

Dazai has a feeling this thunderstorm isn't going to let up any time soon.

He's been waiting on Akutagawa for about half an hour - his own fault, this time. He never has the right time in his head because of his terrible sleeping habits, and he has arrived far too early. And with this weather, he doubts his subordinate, who is not fond of storms or rain in general, will be on time either.

He stands outside at the back of the building, overlooking the industrial, abandoned corner of the city, trying to will himself to not vomit.

Part of him almost wants to call Akutagawa back and tell him not to bother coming. But he's done that twice already this week, and as much as he doesn't want to deal with a stubborn teenager today, he has to train him, especially after losing out on two sessions this week.

Agonizing over it isn't going to help any, but before he can decide on anything, he feels his stomach contents splash up at the back of his mouth with no real warning. He keels over onto his knees and wraps his arms around his middle as his esophagus forces up stomach bile, having no say in the matter himself. He’s been horribly nauseous all day. Dazai doesn’t care much about throwing up, but it’s starting to hurt. The muscles in his abdomen have been screaming at him all day, he can hardly straighten himself out properly when he stands, and his throat burns so much that his voice has gone hoarse.

He’s going to have a hard time hiding this from Akutagawa, for sure.

"Dazai?"

He hears Akutagawa's voice echo inside the warehouse and he groans. Dazai would rather fall forward in this puddle of his own vomit than go train him right now, but he’s decided against it. He spits up the saliva that’s gathered under his tongue from the nausea, and forces himself up on shaky legs, to the door that he’s left slightly ajar.

“You’re late,” Dazai grumbles. He’s not even sure what time it is, and he doesn’t even remember when they agreed to meet. Akutagawa is standing in the middle of the wide, open wareroom room, giving every indication that he’s defensive. Dazai’s taught him to be that way, but he’s still too obvious. His wide eyes and tense shoulders - they’re obvious to someone like Dazai, even if they’re simply hints to anyone else.

Akutagawa looks like he’s been preparing to hear this comment, with the way he straightens his shoulders. Dazai honestly doesn’t care to hear his excuse. It doesn’t matter either way.

“The weather made it difficult to get here -”

“When are you going to get over your childish fear of thunderstorms?” he asks with a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes. He’s trying to rile him up, it’s a familiar tactic, but it throws Akutagawa off every time. And it works. Dazai secretly hopes it’ll throw him off a trail of Dazai’s obvious signs of illness.

“Wh-”

“You’re a lot more tense than usual. Loosen up. Do you think the thunder’s going to hurt someone like you?” Dazai taunts. “Maybe it will. You’re just as frail as you were when I picked you up two years ago. You haven’t gotten any stronger, and especially not physically.”

It’s comments like this that always set him off. Akutagawa seems to have come to expect taunts like this by now, and he launches hesitant tendrils at Dazai, both quickly dissolved by his own ability.

“You’re just proving my point,” he says, dropping his voice.

And he goes again, this time, with full force.

Akutagawa has gotten stronger. He’s gotten much better control over his ability and it shows, but Dazai would never tell him that. Akutagawa can’t have any praise, it would hinder his progress greatly. Any praise goes directly to his head and lowers his guard. One day, when he’s at a point where he can’t fall behind, Dazai can give him the approval he wants. But not now. Not anytime soon.

Dazai’s head is swimming. In all honesty, he can’t track Akutagawa’s attacks with his eyes, but he’s memorized them. Akutagawa has a hard time breaking up his patterns.

“I could dodge you with my eyes closed,” Dazai says, doing so to prove his point. He’s hoping it will quell the pounding in his head, even just for a moment. He hears Akutagawa’s coat fire at his head and miss, crumbling the concrete beneath him.

That’s good. There’s more force behind it than usual.

“Are you going out of your way to prove all my points today?” Dazai sighs, forcing an annoyed tone that he doesn’t have the energy for. Opening his eyes turns out to be a grave mistake. His vision doesn’t adjust, it blasts pure white into his retinas and he can’t get his footing. Akutagawa doesn’t seem to catch wind of this, and manages to destroy the ground beneath Dazai’s feet.

He doesn’t have time to catch himself. He falls backwards, his head smashing into the concrete behind him, which only worsens his headache. All he hears for a few seconds is ringing, and when he’s finally able to see clearly again, Akutagawa is standing above him.

"Are you -"

"Don’t,” Dazai hisses, shooting him the nastiest glare he can muster, and it makes Akutagawa take a few steps back. Dazai tries to prop himself up, but his head isn’t showing any mercy for him.

Once Dazai is sitting up, he feels something hot rush up his throat again, and realizes there’s no avoiding it. He turns his body and chokes up vomit in the space to his left. This was a mistake. He almost wants to convince himself this is because he’s hit his head, but this has been happening all day.

"Let's stop here. I can't deal with you today," Dazai groans, coughing a few times after he ends his sentence with a choke. He wipes the dripping saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand and somehow manages to get himself on his knees, and then, on his feet. “Go home.”

Akutagawa looks incredibly confused. He doesn’t move. His eyes are usually wider than normal, but now they’re extra wide, stuck on Dazai’s face. He looks unsure of what to do. Dazai waits a moment for him to say or do something, but he doesn’t, and Dazai doesn’t have the will to properly scold him.

“Are you…” he starts, his energy quickly being sapped through speaking, “are you deaf, or…”

Dazai can’t get the words out. His vision starts to rock back and forth again, and before he can do anything to avoid it, he loses it completely, and his body goes limp.

…

Dazai hears the rain banging against the metal roofing of the building before he hears anything else.

He’s outside, he realizes, he’s not met with the darkness inside of the warehouse - but rather, the covering right outside the back end where he was earlier. He was moved.

His head is throbbing, particularly the back of it where he was slammed into the concrete. It was his own doing. He shouldn't have been training Akutagawa in his condition, so he considers this to be his own fault. He hates pain. He wants to go back to sleep. The way he's lying on his back, his head pressed against the ground, is making it worse.

Akutagawa's still here. He can hear him breathing. It's quiet, but Dazai knows it so well that he can hear it over the rain.

"Why haven't you left," Dazai mumbles. He doesn't see him. He's not sure exactly where he is.

"It's raining," he says plainly. He doesn't sound surprised about Dazai waking up, so he assumes he’s been watching him. He wonders how long it's been.

"Can't you use your ability as an umbrella or something?" Dazai groans.

"It's still a coat. Once it's soaked it's useless," Akutagawa reminds him. Dazai knew that. He tries to sit himself up, and he's able to gather that Akutagawa is sitting a few feet away from him. "You should know that."

It used to be his own, after all.

"Ugh. I do," he says. He turns his head and spots Akutagawa sitting against the wall of the building, his knees defensively pulled up to his chest. He often sits like that when he's stressed, Dazai has noticed. He's been trying to break him out of it. It's too obvious a flaw.

He sees him flinch at the sudden crash of thunder that rumbles the unstable metal warehouse they're sitting outside of. It's just enough of a flinch that it almost looks like a quick shiver.

"You don't need to be scared of a little thunder," Dazai huffs.

"I'm not scared," Akutagawa defends.

"Yeah? Could've fooled me," Dazai scoffs.

"I'm not scared." Akutagawa snaps back.

"Then what is it?" Dazai asks. Normally, he wouldn't care, but this has piqued his interest.

Akutagawa seems to share the sentiment that he doesn't agree Dazai would care for his answer, so he doesn't say anything. He looks at him for a few seconds before his eyes return to the rain.

"Tell me. I wanna know," Dazai says. He must have some reason to be so defensive about it.

The rain won't let up. They're going to be here for a while, and he's trying to distract himself from his oncoming nausea.

"Nothing good ever happened when it rained. In the slums," Akutagawa mumbles. That's all that he says. Dazai doesn't expect him to elaborate, but he can guess. Damage to their structures, ruining their supplies or food storage, and even worse, hypothermia when it's colder. Akutagawa isn't afraid of the sound, the association is what puts him on edge.

Dazai often forgets Akutagawa's past.

Neither of them say anything for a while. Dazai wants to go back to sleep, but the dull pounding in his head won't let him. He's sure he has a concussion.

"Are we just waiting out the rain?" Dazai asks, pressing the heel of his palm up against his temple is some attempt to relieve the pressure. Of course, it does nothing.

"Unless you have a better plan," Akutagawa mumbles.

"Can't you call Hirotsu or something to come get us?" he groans.

"Hirotsu doesn't work for me. He works for you," Akutagawa reminds him with an annoyed sigh.

"Since when do you care about the chain of command? Geez," Dazai mumbles to himself, deciding he'll try to call Hirotsu himself. Akutagawa seems to have a surprising amount of respect for the man for reasons Dazai isn't sure of. Maybe because he works so closely with his sister.

"Dazai," Hirotsu says upon answering. He answered quickly, Dazai makes the assumption that he's free.

"Hey. You got any plans? I need a ride," he says with a sigh, tapping his foot. "I'm down by the Port warehouses."

"Please send me your location," Hirotsu says politely as always, "I'll be there within the hour."

"Cool. Thanks," he says, hanging up.

And just as soon as he stuffs his phone back into his pocket, the nausea hits him full force without any warning at all, leaving him with no choice but to turn his head off to his left side and choke up the vomit that's rushed up his throat. He coughs and sputters. The force of it shooting up like that only leaves his head feeling worse, and if he wasn't painfully aware of Akutagawa's presence, he might have blacked out for a moment.

He didn't even catch wind of Akutagawa suddenly standing beside him until he hears him start to say something.

"Stop it. Don't…don't say anything. Shut up," he stammers, his arm wrapping tighter around his middle as he starts to curl into himself. He breathes heavy through his mouth, hoping to quell some of the nausea that way, but he doesn't feel any better.

Akutagawa, surprisingly, obliges. He hears him take a few steps back, but there's still hesitancy.

Dazai isn't sure what's wrong with him. He wants to blame things on the concussion, but he was feeling horrible before he hit his head, that's evident by the puddle of vomit that's since been washed away by the rain before Akutagawa arrived.

He doesn't have a lot of options. He won't see Mori, and if he tries to be seen by any other Port Mafia doctor, they'll get Mori involved. Going back to his shipping container sounds almost as miserable an experience as that.

He'll just have to push through it and keep working.

Dazai lets out a shaky sigh and leans back against the wall, feeling a shiver start to take over his body that doesn't feel like it's planning on subsiding.

Akutagawa is still there, sitting on one of the metal containers, apparently aware enough of his own posture this time - not sitting curled up in a ball. He's facing the wall of the building, his head only slightly turned in Dazai's direction.

"You don't look -"

"What did I just say?" Dazai growls, shooting his subordinate a nasty glare. His body is overtaken with chills, which he now realizes he’s been feeling this whole time, only now it’s gotten worse enough for him to realize. He doesn't want this situation addressed in any way. He wishes Akutagawa would just give up, but for better or for worse, Dazai trained him against that.

Akutagawa unceremoniously tosses the coat over in Dazai's direction, not leaving him much room to refuse it. It’s kind of an impressive toss, the coat lands right over his knees.

"Don't give me your coat," Dazai grumbles.

"It's yours,” Akutagawa reminds him. Only two years ago, Dazai was wearing this same coat.

Akutagawa looks small without it on. He hasn't seen the kid take it off since he gave it to him two years ago. He forgets he's just sixteen, that he's only two years younger than himself, sometimes. That he’s a child. Dazai isn’t sure what he’s feeling right now, what’s causing the tightness in his chest, but it feels far too similar to guilt for him to be content with it.

"You're defenseless without it," Dazai huffs, tossing it back to him with the little energy he has. "Don't be an idiot."

Akutagawa tucks his arms back into the sleeves, for some reason, with no will to argue.

The rain doesn’t show any sign of slowing down. Dazai leans his head back and tries to will his chills away, but it doesn’t seem to work. It’s not the end of the world, He’s dealt with worse. It’s just inconvenient on top of his headache and nausea and dizziness. It takes everything in him not to groan from the discomfort, but he won’t do that in front of Akutagawa.

"How’s your sister,” Dazai asks without even mentally consulting with himself. It just slips out. Gin was her name. Dazai only sees her here and there. She’s been working with Hirotsu and the Black Lizard for the past two years.

Akutagawa blinks as Dazai turns his head in his direction, looking surprised to hear this question. “She’s…she’s well.”

“The plan is to make her a commander alongside Hirotsu once she’s old enough,” Dazai says.

“So I’ve heard,” Akutagawa nods.

“You could do the same. If you wanted,” Dazai says. He’s just rambling, not thinking much about what he’s saying. “You could quit working with me.”

“No,” Akutagawa says, sternly but quietly.

Dazai knows why. He promised Akutagawa a reason to live, something Dazai hasn’t even found himself. He chuckles to himself, his eyes drifting towards the roof. He’s never thought much about how ridiculous that is. What on earth made him think he could give anyone else a reason to live?

He stands up, heavily using the wall for support. He doesn’t know what he’s planning to do. It’s still pouring, but he feels like he’s crawling out of his own skin. The chills send violent shivers up his spine that make him groan. The way his head is spinning is solid proof he won’t be able to make it very far, and suddenly, he finds himself under the rain.

The heavy rain pours over him like a waterfall as soon as he’s away from the safety of the roof. He doesn’t walk any further, he just lets it wash over him, soak his clothes, and lets him forget about everything that’s ailing him.

Another step forward is too much for him, and he falls forward. He doesn’t even feel the impact. Everything feels numb. He’s vaguely aware of Akutagawa’s voice, but it’s lost to him, and he’s lost in his own mind.

…

Hirotsu can’t say he’s surprised, but it is a rather inconvenient situation.

He saw Akutagawa first, under the roofing on the far end of the warehouse, and knelt beside an unconscious form that Hirotsu quickly understood to be Dazai. He pulled the far up underneath the roofing to avoid getting wet himself. He’s concerned. Dazai didn’t mention any kind of injury over the phone - he wonders if something happened during the time it took him to get here.

As usual, Akutagawa says nothing, as Hirotsu steps out of the car. He takes note of Akutagawa looking over the windows and doors - silently expecting his sister, he thinks, but she hasn’t come along.

“Is he injured?” Hirotsu asks as he kneels down on the other side of Dazai. He’s soaking wet, and Akutagawa isn’t very dry himself.

Akutagawa doesn’t say anything. His eyes drift back down to Dazai. Hirotsu can’t get a read on him at all, but he never really could. Gin has told him it’s difficult for anyone to do.

Hirotsu sees blood on the back of Dazai’s head. It doesn’t seem to be actively bleeding, but it’s pooled underneath him and mixed with the water. A head injury, he deduces. Hirotsu tries to turn Dazai onto his side so that he isn’t lying on his face. He doesn’t look well at all. He lays the back of his hand against Dazai’s forehead and finds he’s running a fever, too.

"How long has he been unconscious for?" Hirotsu asks.

“Ten minutes,” Akutagawa says quietly, not giving Hirotsu much else information. Hirotsu supposes he doesn’t need to. He can deduce that Dazai was ill, and probably received this head injury as a result of his impaired senses.

"I'll take him to one of our doctors," Hirotsu says, hoisting Dazai up by his shoulders. “Open the back door for me.”

Akutagawa does as he’s asked, using a ribbon from his coat to pull the handle. Innovative use of his skill, Hirotsu thinks. He hasn’t seen it in action in a long time. Hirotsu thanks him, something Akutagawa narrows his eyes at as if it’s an insult, but Hirotsu doesn’t acknowledge it.

He’s able to get Dazai in the back seat of the car. He leans the seat back all the way and buckles Dazai, and absolutely nothing stirs him. He knows Dazai doesn’t get much rest in general, it’s obvious enough from the dark circles that never brighten underneath his eyes, so he can imagine he’s going to be knocked out for a while.

Hirotsu opens the driver’s side door, but Akutagawa doesn’t move. He stays where he was, staring at the space where Dazai was lying about a minute ago.

“Akutagawa,” Hirotsu says, “you can get in the car. I’ll take you back.”

“But you’re here for Dazai,” Akutagawa reminds him.

“I have more than enough room in my car for an extra passenger,” Hirotsu insists. Akutagawa still doesn’t look very keen on accepting the offer, but Hirotsu keeps his gaze on him until the kid stands up, not very steady on his own feet, to walk to the passenger side of the car. He’s sure Dazai would have childishly reprimanded Akutagawa for taking this offer, but Hirotsu isn’t like him.

Akutagawa reluctantly gets into the passenger seat after briefly looking back at Dazai, who is still out cold. Even so, he’s concerned. That’s obvious.

The thunder roars overhead as Hirotsu pulls the car back onto the windy, urban warehouse roads, and he catches Akutagawa flinch from the corner of his eye.

'"Are you hurt, Akutagawa?" he asks, realizing he hadn’t checked on the latter at all.

"No," he mumbles, staring forward at the glovebox.

"Is it the storm?" Hirotsu asks.

Akutagawa stays quiet. He didn't expect him to answer, let alone answer honestly.

"Gin is the same way,” Hirotsu tells him. He doesn’t want Akutagawa to think he’s ridiculing him, and mentioning his sister seems like a good way to remind him he means no harm. “She’s back at headquarters, if you’d like to see her.”

“We’re not allowed to talk at work,” Akutagawa reminds him, his voice quiet.

Hirotsu knows. He’s the one that made that rule for them. It’s important that no one knows they’re related in any way, things like that can easily be used for blackmail or hostage situations in their line of work,

“Then you two should go home when we get back,” Hirotsu tells him. “You won’t be able to do much with Dazai incapacitated like this.”

Akutagawa only briefly turns his head to eye Hirotsu before turning his gaze back forward, this time, out the window instead of at the glovebox.

“Will he be okay?” Akutagawa asks. There’s not a hint of emotion in his voice, but the fact that he’s asked at all tells Hirotsu he’s very concerned.

“He’ll be fine,” Hirotsu says with a nod. Dazai always makes it out okay, but lately, he seems to be losing the will to move forward. He’s never been very good at caring for himself, but the light in his eyes is so long gone that Hirotsu isn’t even sure it was there to begin with.

He needs to get out before it’s too late.

[hournites]

Phone Call

Thanks to everyone that was encouraging to me in the last few days about my writing. It means a lot and I managed to use my day off to get out of my writing slump. Here’s an excerpt chapter from my fic 97 Months, 9 Days, 1 Hour, 49 Minutes (and 43 seconds but that's getting too long)

~.~ 

Right as the muscles in her legs complained for a break, Yolanda jogged to her front steps after a long run with Artemis. She steadied a breath before entering, flicking her hair from her face. She took out her earphones and wrapped the cord carefully around her iPhone. Since working at the diner now directly contributed to keeping her family afloat, her savings fund for the AirPods she wanted doesn’t look like it’ll be growing anytime soon. In the back of her mind, Artemis’ voice barked out that she needed to be stretching to not pull a hamstring, but Yolanda was too tired to follow any more gym rat rules. She sighed, pulling the door open.

“I’m back from JSA training!” she called out, shaking her limbs out instead, overheating in her purple hoodie. It was still weird to be so transparent with her parents. Even saying the word ‘JSA’ out loud felt taboo. But as confused and—let’s be honest—concerned her parents were about her superhero stint, they’ve been getting better at trying to accept her as the Yolanda Montez she is. Not the Yolanda who they once expected her to be.

Nobody answered. Yolanda frowned, wandering around the house. Her whole family was eating breakfast when Artemis rang the doorbell this morning. She rounded the corner and smiled when she spotted her brother.

“Mom and Dad aren’t home, they went to the grocery store. Abuelita is at her eye appointment, they’re going to pick her up later. Your friend Rick called,” Alex told her, digging out a green apple from the fruit bowl in the kitchen. Yolanda finished unbraiding her hair, catching the extra fruit her brother tossed over.

“Thanks.” She rubbed the apple against her hoodie. “Did he say why?”

Alex shrugged, already halfway out of the room.

Big help that was. She frowned, peering down at their landline. Why would Rick call her here instead of reaching out on her cell phone? She bit into the apple, thumbing at her phone again all wrapped up in the white cord. No messages.

Flopping onto her bed to make her sore muscles happy, she dialled his number.

“Hi,” she said without waiting for a reply, starting straight away with her burning question. “Hasn’t anyone told you that calling home phones is an obsolete practice and we’re not an early 2000s CW show?”

She heard his scoff over the line and grinned into her phone. “Seriously, you’re lucky my parents weren’t home. They’d start asking questions. Su novio la llama por teléfono? Yolanda, why didn’t you tell us? Blah blah blah. Embarrassing.”

Rick’s scoff cut off, his breath hitching with concern. “They don’t actually think…?”

Yolanda closed her eyes, dragging her hand over her face to physically prevent a gag. “No. No. We’re good. And if you text me like a normal person it shouldn’t be an issue. Anyway, what’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Rick said. “How was your day with Artemis?”

“Intense,” Yolanda groaned out, sniffing her shirt. She was going to need a shower and at least another five apples to satisfy her hunger after all the calories they burned. “But at least I didn’t pass out.”

“I was recovering from the hourglass, I was sick!”

Yolanda laughed and rolled over to Starfish correctly. “Whatever Hourboy. No, seriously. You call my landline, but don’t call or text me where you know I’d see it. That is sus.”

“It is not…sus…” Rick replied with large disdain for the word.

“It is sus, it’s the most sus and you know it!” Yolanda exclaimed. “What’s going on?”

“Fine,” he sighed, and Yolanda could just perfectly imagine the way he must be blowing hot air out of his nose, prepping himself to drop whatever bomb he was going to share. She’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt and not brace herself for topsy-turvy news, but, well, Rick had a track record for keeping insane secrets. “I’m going to ask you a question that might make you mad and hang up on me.”

“Okay…”

“Were you in love with Henry?”

If not for the fact she was already on her bed, the swift turn of their conversation would’ve knocked her down flat. “Oh. Wow.”

She blinked fast, eyes trained on an old water damage spot up on the ceiling. Her stomach churned, resurfacing many conflicted tangled-up feelings that always arose whenever anyone mentioned her ex’s name. She turned to her right side, gazing at the framed picture she had of them that she’d put up and taken down more times than she could count. A part of herself wished everyone would divorce her from their last memories of Henry, another part of her was happy he hadn’t been forgotten. “Um,” she said eloquently, unable to offer up anything else.

“I know that’s personal,” Rick said in that touchingly gentle tone of his he pulled out once in a blue moon. “I was just… wondering. I was wondering.”

There was an uncomfortable silence over the line. Now, she understood why Rick didn’t text her. This would be prime screenshotting fodder if it had come through iMessages. If Courtney grew wind of their semi-regular evening chats, all of their posts would wind up on TikTok to be made fun of by millions of teenagers. Yolanda deserved her privacy.

“No,” she said after another pregnant pause. “I don’t think I was.”

“How do you know that?” Rick pressed, almost disappointed that she responded that way.

“Why?” Yolanda frowned into her phone. “Did you want me to be in love with him?”

“No!” Rick was quick to shout. “No, no! I mean…” Rick did not elaborate. He sighed and said, “Yes? Kinda?”

“And you’re sure you don’t secretly want to be dating me?” she half-teased, starting to second guess herself.

“Yolanda I will hang up on you.”

“Okay. Okay,” she muttered. “Just checking. You’re being weird tonight.”

“Too weird?”

“Not yet.”

She heard some shuffling on the other end, then a door slam. Yolanda wondered where he was and what he was up to. “Fine, so you weren’t in love. What makes you say that?”

“Because I hated him far longer than I could have ever loved him, and that hatred was so much stronger than anything I felt when we were dating.”

“You don’t hate Henry anymore though. I don’t understand that. Especially since…” Rick trailed off, but Yolanda knew where he was going.

“What, because I still think Cindy Burman is a bitch?”

“Your parents really aren’t home.”

She lifted her head up to glance out the window, those dark curtains stiff as ever. The driveway was empty with no car in its spot. “I’ve got another half hour, but yeah. Hating someone the way I hated Henry is exhausting. I think you understand that.”

“Yeah,” Rick replied with a sigh with so much weight behind it he sounded like an old man.

“Since I was in elementary school, Henry had always been someone in my life. A kid in my class. The football jock. The popular guy I had a crush on. My date buddy. My boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend. Now he isn’t any of those things. He’s just gone. I can’t stay stuck in the past over something that can’t ever change. He’s dead. It’s gone. I’m still angry about the photos and everything that happened but I can’t let it consume my life anymore. Not the way it consumed my mom and dad. I have to let myself believe that if Henry survived and he did apologize, we still would’ve gone our separate ways. But Cindy is still an active person causing havoc in our lives and refuses to apologize for the mistakes she makes. It’s different.”

“Do you need me to say something to Burman?”

“The last time you physically threatened somebody, an old man almost died.”

“Beth brought him back.” Yolanda could visualize Rick’s shrug perfectly.

“I don’t need you to do anything. Besides, it wouldn’t be genuine if she suddenly apologized to me after a visit from Hourman, it would upset Court and no offence but I don’t think she is scared of you.”

“What are you talking about? We can take her down and we know it. When has Cindy Burman ever won a fight?”

Yolanda rolled over to the other side at a knock on the door. Alex hovered outside her bedroom. She shooed him away with her hand but he didn’t budge, typing something out on his phone to show her.

CAN YOU FIX THE WIFI?

Yolanda glanced at her phone. Sure enough, she was now on her data plan instead of their wifi network. She groaned. “One moment, Rick.” She dropped the phone onto her bed and hauled herself up, the aches in her muscles on fire because she didn’t stretch as Artemis told her to. Alex followed right at her heels. Every time the wifi cut out, Alex would ask her to go to the basement to fix the modem. He was perfectly capable of doing it himself but he swore they had ghosts in the basement.

Yolanda never used to believe in ghosts but given her run-ins with the last year’s worth of impossible creatures, she’d been more willing to entertain his fears.

When she returned to the call, she was quick with the quip she was about to give. “When she slit Courtney’s hands and she ended up in the hospital?!?”

Rick was quiet for a long while.

“You still there?”

“Yeah.”

“This isn’t about Henry, is it?” Yolanda closed her eyes, listening to her friend’s even breathing. His breath hitched and she waited and waited for the words to come, worrying they never would. Maybe picking up the phone was half of the battle. She could help him get the rest of the way there.

“Rick, it’s okay to have feelings for her. You don’t have to fight it.”  

“It’s like I can’t breathe,” he admitted into the phone. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You have two options. You tell her or you don’t.”

“Yolanda.”

She rolled over on her bed. “Richard. I’m serious. Those are your choices.” Or, he could wait until Beth explodes and tells him she’s got feelings for him too, which seemed the most likely scenario with each passing day, but Yolanda wasn’t about to take that blow to his ego so soon.

She thought for another moment. “You could ask Barbara.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“No, for real. She’s been in a relationship with someone who has hurt her, but she also fell for Pat.”

“Yeah, repeat that sentence. She fell for Pat .”

Yolanda laughed. “We like Pat.”

“Whatever.”

“How did she know it was the right choice? There’s got to be a secret.”

“I don’t think there is a secret. I constantly want to impress Beth and be with Beth and do things for Beth. And even when I am focusing on something else entirely, somehow my brain always finds a way back to her. It’s horrible.”

She sat up on her bed, cradling the phone to her ear as her brows crinkled with concern. “Is it really that bad?”

He did another one of those Old Man Rick sighs and she cracked a grin.

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s exciting, isn’t it? Having a crush.”

“It’s…it’s weird, Yolanda,” he complained. “I’m not recognizing myself anymore.”

“I think that means you’re happy.” A chuckle left her, just imagining Rick moving on from his grouchy, touchy self. She paused. It was actually really nice to think about. “And you know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think it’s more than a little crush. You two are really good for each other. She’s patient and she’s sweet with you, and she listens to you.”

“You’re listening to me right now.”

“Well, I bet Beth doesn’t roll her eyes.”

He doesn’t grumble at her and that’s all the proof she needed. “And I don’t see why she ever would when you talk to her like she’s the best thing God ever created.”

“I think you’re exaggerating just a bit.”

“Mmm…I think I’m not.” Yolanda looked out the window, checking once again for any sign of her parents. “So is this pep talk helping? I still think Barbara is better than this than me.”

“It’s helping,” Rick promised. The car pulled into the driveway and her brother yelled out they were home. “Rick, I have to go help bring in the groceries.”

“Sure. See you later.”

Yolanda sat up. “And Rick? About moving on and being happy?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad one of us is able to.”

[riahlynn101]

"What Awaits Him" (2).

Trigger warnings: All for One being himself, children in distress, childhood trauma, and canon-typical violence.

Chapter 2

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“Why…why am I here?” Izuku asks, voice whispery and timid. He sounds like he used to. Like he’s afraid of taking up space, even with something as intangible as noise. The familiar sight of his childhood home isn’t enough to soothe his nerves. 

All for One hums in consideration. His back is to Izuku. He moves around the kitchen, pulling cups out of the cupboards like he’s been here a thousand times. 

He must have seen my memories. Izuku thinks to himself, chewing his bottom lip. It stands to reason that since All for One and One for All are resonating, he must have access to them. 

All for One snorts, amused. “Not quite.” He laughs again, less abrasive this time. When he speaks again, it’s in a tone that is uncharacteristically soft, almost fond. It’s enough to make Izuku’s head spin. “It’s nice to hear your voice again. I did miss your ramblings.”

“What?” Izuku asks, shrinking down in his seat. 

All for One glances over his shoulder. “Just a second, Izuku. I’ll be right there.”

That tone . Izuku wants to tug his hair out in frustration. I know that tone! But no matter how hard he tries he can’t, for the life of him, remember why it’s so familiar to him. 

All for One’s back is to him again. He takes a deep breath, collecting himself. Breathe , he tells himself. If there’s nothing you can do, the least you can do is breathe .

He hopes Shiga- Shimura is doing okay. He looked sad, angry even when Izuku saw him last. And he couldn’t tell if that look was meant for him, All for One, or both of them. Their hands had been a hairbreadth away from touching. If Izuku had fought a little harder….

A hand brushes a curl away from the front of his face. Izuku jerks back. His eyes meet All for One’s, who looks absolutely delighted at the prospect of them being so close together. He smiles, once again gentle, fond, bordering on another emotion that Izuku in his dizzy, terrified state, can’t place. 

To his dismay, All for One sits down in the chair next to him. A mug filled with steaming liquid is slid over to him. He stares down at it.

“Tea?” All for One asks, though Izuku doubts it’s a request at all. 

“Thanks,” Izuku mumbles. Though, he doesn’t move to drink it.

They sit in silence for a long while. It makes Izuku’s skin crawl, especially with All for One’s eyes burning into the side of his face.

“Why am I here?” He finally asks, unable to bear the quiet anymore. 

“Hm?” All for One hums, as if he hadn’t heard him.

“Why. Am. I. Here?” Izuku asks again, teeth gritted. He can’t bring himself to look at All for One. He glares into his tea. 

“Oh. Well, I suppose I could tell you. Though, I warn you. It’s a long story. Not that you’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.”

A chill runs up Izuku’s spine. He suppresses the urge to shudder. Bringing the mug up to his mouth, he hides his fear by drinking some of the tea. Out of his peripheral vision, he can see All for One’s smile widening. 

“Let’s chat, Izuku Midoriya.” 

-x-x-x-

Tenko stares at the spot where Izuku (are they on a first name basis now? They have to be, right?) disappeared.

All for One…he just…took him. 

Even in this ghost of a memory, he struggles to stand. His legs feel like jelly, and his entire body burns and aches. But the thought of what his former master might be doing to Izuku keeps him from collapsing. 

He uses the wall for support. Maybe if he eases into it, it’ll be easier.

Tenko’s legs tremble. He gasps, falling back down. 

“Whoa!” Two arms cushion his fall. He’s picked up. “Easy.”

He glances up at his savior. Two green eyes stare back at him. 

-x-x-x-

All for One seems to like touching Izuku whenever he has a chance. Playing with his hair. Stroking his face. Rubbing a thumb over Izuku’s knuckles. He even, more than once, leaves kisses upon his face and head. Every touch burns, lingering.

But he’s so gentle when he touches Izuku, like he’s afraid of hurting him. There’s a fondness there that makes no sense. He no longer possesses One for All, at least not fully. He’s younger-looking now, but it’s not like All for One ever had a problem with hurting children. 

It makes no sense to him. 

It makes even less sense when All for One tries to explain himself. 

“I never wanted you to join this fight.”

A million snarky remarks suddenly cross Izuku’s mind. But he doubts that any of them would grant him freedom. All for One is still unknown to Izuku. How far can he push All for One before he decides that Izuku is too much trouble? 

When it becomes obvious that All for One is waiting for a reaction of some sort, Izuku gives a curt nod. 

“I had back up plans of back up plans. But only one of them included you in this fight.” All for One plays with one of Izuku’s curls, wrapping it around his finger. “You can’t even begin to imagine. Thousands of plans, set and finalized years before you were born. And only one, one , had the potential of you being there.”

“Mhm,” Izuku says, slouching a little. He tries to pull his head away without All for One noticing. It doesn’t work, the man guides him back over and takes a new curl to wrap around his fingers. 

“And I never, ever wanted to use that plan. It was a ‘hit in case of emergency’ plan. The kind of plan I only made because I needed to think of every single possibility. In case I needed you, my trump card.”

The mug is taken out of Izuku’s hands and placed on the table. He’s picked up by the armpits and made to face All for One. 

The man looks so much more intimidating now that he's smaller and alone. He tries to take comfort in the fact that there’s no one else here for All for One to hurt, but that just makes Izuku more upset. His eyes well up with tears. 

“Oh, oh, it’s okay,” All for One murmurs, in the same tone mom used to use whenever Izuku was hurting and needed comfort. He’s pressed to the man’s chest. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. Daddy’s here.”

Izuku chokes on a sob.

Everything falls into place. 

-x-x-x-

Tenko doesn’t know what to make of the One for All users. He’s passed from All for One’s brother’s arms to Grandma Nana’s. She’s a lot warmer than he expected, nicer, too. 

He basks in the warmth. His body no longer hurts, being removed from that terrible, awful memory. He still possesses all the same scars but he’s not hungry or thirsty. 

The users all talk in hushed voices. Grandma Nana hugs him close and murmurs apologies in his hair. 

Eventually, he finds it in himself to speak up. Not to everyone - the other users still scare him - just to his grandma. “Grandma, where’s Izuku?”

She blanches, patting his back and soothing his hair. “He’s…gone.”

He pulls away, staring at her. “Gone?”

“He gave One for All away.”

“So?” Tenko says. “All Might doesn’t have One for All, but he’s still here.”

His grandma gives a strained smile. “All Might,” she starts, “is different.”

Tenko wriggles out of her arms. He glares at her. “Different how?”

The other One for All users come closer, keeping their distance as if Tenko is some sort of wild animal. It’s enough for all his previous rage to come back, but he remains calm. That’s the only way he’ll get any answers. 

“Different how , grandmother?” Tenko asks again through gritted teeth. 

It’s not his grandma that speaks next, it’s All for One’s brother, Yoichi. “Yagi-kun was an exception. He had One for All for forty years and really made it his own. Despite his quirklessness, his exceptional use of the power left behind an imprint.”

“But Izuku’s quirkless.” There’s not a lot that he remembers from the last few months, but he does remember someone telling him that. It seemed unlikely that someone as good and powerful as Izuku Midoriya was once an outcast of society. 

Yoichi bows his head. His hair falls in his face. “No, no, he’s not.”

-x-x-x-

Izuku continues to cry, unable to do anything else. His hands grip All for One’s suit. There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and it’s not like there’s anyone to fight for here. He’s on his own, and just as useless as he’s always been. 

“Shush, it’s alright. Shhh…I’m not going to hurt you too badly.”

The last part of that reassurance doesn’t escape Izuku’s notice, but he’s too tired to argue against it.

“Oh,” All for One says, voice hushed. “Your hair is already starting to change back.”

“Change- change back?” Izuku asks. He hiccups, rubbing his face on All for One’s jacket (it’s not his fault that the man smells like his dad). 

“Yes.” All for One gently tugs a curl all the way down to his line of sight. 

Izuku gasps, wrenching his face back into the man’s jacket. The curl’s white…just like….

“What’s happening to me!” He wails.

“Nothing, baby. Don’t cry. This was all going to happen at some point, so it’s good that it’s happening now. At least I’m here to help you through it.”

Each word out of All for One’s mouth feels like a slap across Izuku’s face. His body wracks with sobs. “I want mommy!”

“I know, but she isn’t here right now. Besides, it’s not like she would know how to help you.”

“I don’t care! Leave me alone!” 

“Mhm, no.” All for One laughs, nuzzling into his curls. “I don’t think I will.”

Izuku whimpers. “Please,” he begs, hoarse from crying so much. “Tell me what’s happening?”

“I could , but I don’t want to upset you.”

“I…I’m already upset. Please, I’m scared.”

All for One sighs deeply. One of his hands finds Izuku’s face and holds it. His thumb gently strokes over Izuku’s freckles. “You were born with a combination of my quirk and your mother’s.” His thumb slides down to Izuku’s lips, shushing any protests. “Now, don’t interrupt, little one.”

Izuku falls silent. 

“As I said, you were born with a combination quirk. A quirk that, if not trained properly, could hurt a lot of people all at once. I didn’t want that for you. I wanted you to grow up somewhat normal, without having to worry about the HPSC.”

All for One’s voice is calm, soothing like a lullaby. It settles something deep within Izuku ( why am I so calm? I need to fight back! Fight Izuku! Fight! )

“You were born so small and fragile. The thought of you being taken away from your mother and I was unbearable .” He squeezes Izuku tighter, almost too tight. “So, I had the doctor put a blocker on your quirk factor. Oh, it was heartbreaking. Watching you cry and cry, but it was worth it in the end. You were safe and that’s all I wanted for you.”

His words slowly set in. 

“I,” Izuku starts, pushing against All for One’s chest. “I had a quirk?”

“Have,” All for One corrects. “You have a quirk. One that’s finally coming in after all these years.” He squeezes Izuku again. “Oh, isn’t it exciting? You become more like me each and every day.”

“No!” Izuku shouts, flailing his arms. “No! I don’t wanna be like you! I’m not! I’m not!”

“Izuku,” All for One warns. “Calm yourself, or else.”

“I hate you! I don’t- leave me alone!”

“Izuku Midoriya!” 

He stops short, stunned into silence. The use of his full name, while not uncommon, reminds him of getting in trouble in his childhood. Of stony glares, tense words, and swats to the back of his legs. 

“That’s better,” All for One sighs. He uses a finger to trace Izuku’s face, down to his jawline, and ends by poking the tip of his nose. “Now, listen.” His thumb and pointer fingers grip Izuku’s jaw, forcing him to look and listen. “I know this isn’t ideal. I know you don’t want me as your dad, or to have a version of the All for One quirk. But sometimes people are just unlucky. Sometimes no matter how good you are, you can’t escape your true nature.”

“My true nature…?” Izuku asks, voice muffled due to All for One pinching his cheeks together. 

“The one you inherited from me. See, Izuku, some people are born bad. Just like me. Just like Tenko. And just like you.”

Izuku shakes his head, wrenching his face free. “No!”

“Yes, little one. If anyone can tell you about who you are, it’s me.” He wipes a stray tear from Izuku’s face. “I love you so much. Much more than you’ll ever know.”

A burning pain shoots through Izuku’s hands. He grits his teeth, jaw clenching. “Ah!”

All for One just holds him close and rocks him side to side. Like he’s a baby crying out for comfort. 

Izuku sniffles, allowing himself the indignity of being held. 

Eventually, the burning pain in his palms dulls to an annoying tingle. It feels like hundreds of ants are crawling all around his hands.

All for One kisses his temple. “Let me see,” he says, grabbing Izuku’s arm. 

“Nuh, uh.” 

“Izuku, I just need to check something.”

He has some idea of what that something could be, and he has never wanted to be more wrong in his entire life. But if All for One checks, then any amount of denial goes out the window. 

“Uh, uh,” he refuses, keeping his hands balled into tight fists. 

All for One squeezes his arm until Izuku gives in. His hand falls open. A happy noise escapes All for One’s mouth. “Oh, Izuku,” he gasps. “My baby. You’re just like me.” He sounds overjoyed, like a child on Christmas. He kisses all over Izuku’s face. His chubby cheeks. His forehead. The tip of his nose. And even a small peck on the lips. 

He nuzzles Izuku’s hair for a second time. “Don’t worry, baby, you don’t have to worry about anything. Not anymore.”

Izuku sniffles. 

All for One shushes him, holding him closer. “Daddy’s here. I know this is all so new, but I promise I’ll teach you how to use your quirk properly .” He hums. “Well, after I play my trump card.”

“Trump card?” Izuku asks, feeling dizzy (dizzier still when he catches a glimpse of the holes in his palms and has to lay his head down). 

“Yes. My body was destroyed, regrettably. So, my only option is you. My last play. My trump card.”

Izuku cries out, shaking his head. “I-I won’t let you hurt anyone.” 

“ I’m not going to hurt a single person.”

“Wha-”

“That’s going to be all on you.”

His blood runs cold. Nausea rises up from the pit of Izuku’s stomach. “Nuh- no. I won’t.”

When All for One speaks again, he sounds almost sad, mournful even. “If there was any other way…but there isn’t. Oh, my Izuku. I promise it will all be over soon.”

All for One places his hands on Izuku’s head, smiling fondly. Izuku feels himself starting to hyperventilate, forced to stare into those soulless eyes. A full minute stretches on. He can almost count the seconds that tick by.

One…..two……..thirty……forty……fifty-five….fifty-nine….

Large hands clamp down on his skull. Izuku shrieks, moving to try to dislodge All for One off of him. The hands don’t budge.

All for One shushes him, though it’s hard to hear anything over his own terrified screams. His heart beats against his ribcage and it’s hard to breathe. A pain unlike anything Izuku has ever felt, pierces his temples. 

His screams echo throughout the apartment. 

-x-x-x-

“Huh,” Tenko says (more to himself than anyone else). “That actually makes a lot of sense.” He looks at Yoichi. “Does Izuku know?”

Yoichi grimaces. “There was no time.”

“So, all of you were going to let Izuku murder his own father without telling him?” Tenko is no stranger to being left in the dark, unaware of his place in All for One’s metaphorical game of chess, so the fact that One for All - the exalted good quirk out of the two - has vestiges equally as conniving as All for One himself….

“It’s not like that,” another user pipes up. This one is a little taller than Yoichi with spiky red hair. “We care about Midoriya-”

A hysterical laugh bubbles past Tenko’s lips, filling the otherwise quiet space with crazed laughter. “Bullshit,” he spits. He balls his fists up. “If you cared - if any of you cared - you would have told Izuku everything. Instead, you-you used him. Like…like All for One.”

The One for All users collectively wince. “You don’t understand,” his grandma says. “We were saving Izuku from heartache.”

“No,” Tenko mumbles. “You were saving yourselves from the trouble of having him potentially rebel against you.” He looks around at everyone. Some of them look ashamed, while others look almost angry. “I’m right, aren’t I? You don’t actually care about Izuku. You just needed someone, a body, a vessel, to finish All for One off. It could have been anyone, and the fact that Izuku could handle the excess power was just a bonus.” 

“N-no…that’s not…” Yoichi stumbles over his words. 

“If you guys cared, even a little bit, we would be trying to save Izuku right now.” Tenko shudders at the thought of what All for One might be doing to him, father of Izuku or not. “Now is the time to prove me wrong. Save Izuku. Be the heroes that you once were.” He sighs. “For him. Please. Don’t make me fight All for One alone.”

There’s no response to that. No roaring cry as they all come together. 

Tenko narrows his eyes and stamps his foot. “I knew it! You heroes are all the same.” He stomps all the way over to the large vault door. “I guess I’ll just have to save him myself.”

He forces the door open.

The users of One for All call out, begging him to reconsider. 

He doesn’t. 

Not when there’s someone like him - vulnerable and left to the whims of uncaring, unmoving adults - who so desperately needs help.

[glittergummy]

My Forget-Me-Not

Things don't always work out the way they're supposed to, and Circuit darn well knows that. As much as he'll spell out his stance as distanced, that's not such an easy feat when faced with such an earnest mech you haven't seen in so long under such volatile circumstances.

starring: Short Circuit + Exabyte | tw: implied violence + bodily trauma, body horror

“Relax, Cir. It’s just a little scratch!”

Circuit taking in a deep breath to exhale through the vents aside his capped helm as he let the angry red flush from his mood the best he could, cauterizing exabyte’s wires as he laid quite literally more than barely scathed.

That would be more than an over-exaggeration when he’s literally only a torso with one arm and somehow his dumb smile and voice box intact.

“This is literally the worst time for humor, Exabyte. For the love of Primus, please *be quiet*.”

He sounded panicked but perhaps more tight lipped at exabyte’s usual jovial response to something so serious. He never got such a thing, and was even wondering why he was still here in the first place.

It would be fine though, Exabyte could regenerate his body parts but extra help would make it all the more quicker; allowing Circuit with limited knowledge to close the tips of the wires so they stopped leaking bits of energon from the bottom of his chest cavity.

Exabyte never did learn to be quiet, and his uncanny ability to always come back like a cockroach made that sentiment more unbearable in the long run. 

His smile stretching his cheek pads that lit up like his red crossed visor and just laid his helm on the ground to let Circuit work, watching him with such a tender emote.

It’s not like he was going anywhere anytime soon but there was also no reason for Circuit to be lingering when he could’ve retreated the moment his autobot squad called to get back to their makeshift base. A ship wouldn’t be back for many cycles to pick them up so they had to make do, Circuit letting off more steam from his vents as he focused and all was good until Exabyte opened his mouth. Again.

“You know I can’t just clamp the ol’ vocal cords to static like that… Besides, I’d be more inclined to ponder why you’re still here when your buddies ran tailpipe once there was an opening.”

Circuit sighed and shook his helm. Exabyte had made this mission hell by making an appearance, no doubt in mind it was to see Circuit. But a decepticon symbol being brandished in front of paranoid trigger happy cybertronians wasn’t such a good idea for most mechs.

Either way it was quick, some autobots got wires in limbs they didn’t fancy losing control of and Exabyte got sliced in multiple areas several times. You win some, you lose some.

Circuit glancing his shadowed bright optics to that grinning face as he grimaced, flicking his gaze back to the task at hand.

“I am still here, because, it wouldn’t be right to let your spark get snuffed out for not even engaging in violence willingly.”

Exabyte laughed, flicking his sharp tongue at him and sticking it out to pull back in a bright smile complimented by rows of sharp teeth.

“I can’t offline, Circuit. Don’t be a negative nanotech now…”

Circuit paused, holding the wires a bit tight as he looked ar Exabyte with a blank expression.

“You and I both don’t know if that’s 100% true.”

Exabyte hissed at the grip but let his smile drop for a moment with a huff as he looked away, laying there as Circuit took that non-response to finish up closing off Exabyte’s wounds. The wires being closed wasn’t too bad, felt like tiny pinches.

The dark decepticon’s only working limb twitching it’s fingers and snaking up to wrap around Circuit and pull him close as he yelped. A growl as he pushed his face away and sat up, allowing the arm to stay instead of being squished by his war hammer in favor as he turned bright red on his grey complexion. Exabyte snickering and watching him from his horizontal position.

“That wasn’t so bad, but I hope you know it’ll take weeks for me to fully recuperate.”

Circuit crossed his arms, antenna crackling at the end as he looked away with such a nasty look.

“Save your callous flirting, Exabyte. I’m only staying with you until you can fend for yourself again.”

They were closed off in a section of some rogue cave, safe from his team and no known fauna to disturb them as Circuit had to come to terms he’d be mostly just here guarding Exabyte while his body naturally regrew.

There was no reason to give Exabyte the time of day in his mind and that confused Circuit more than it ever should, and he hated uncertainly. But for now, he just sat with Exabyte, letting him hold him there and just mind-numbingly listen as exabyte began to ramble to him as he used to do back in the day.

His sitting moved to laying down and he pulled out his security tarp to lay on them for the night to conserve some heat and allow free airflow. The tired autobot’s brain mush from listening to exabyte as the con hauled him close to his limited embrace where it was more comfy, petting his helm with a smile and low vibration of a rumble.

Circuit groaned but didn’t feel much for moving now, laying there to recharge next to the exact mech he wanted to be done with the moment the war peaked.

[citrusfield]

“i would have given you a warning if i’d known you were giving it a shot… or maybe not, on second thought. a part of me would’ve loved to see your innocently shocked reaction to how it progresses.” it might have even made him blush and she would give anything to watch that happen. and to think, in terms of that particular genre, this book is actually relatively tame. “hey, you can’t judge her for what she likes. it may not be the most highbrow of choices, but you should be glad she’s into reading at all. i know plenty of people who wouldn’t dare to so much as visit a bookstore.” it’s not necessarily faye’s favourite pastime either — that title has always gone to scribbling in their sketchbook — but that doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy it. they know for certain that if someone like patrick asked them to tag along for a trip, they would always say yes. “i guess so? it doesn’t tend to be all that complex, but it’s a formula that seems to work so i doubt it’ll be changing anytime soon. maybe it’s best for you to stick with the classics.” he’s always preferred those anyway and while she personally takes little pleasure in reading books written centuries ago, she has no issues with listening to him talk about every nuance and tone he picks up on throughout. it’s sweet actually, how passionate he is. “afraid so. i’m not sure if it’s me that bothers her specifically or just the arts in general, but either way, i try to avoid bumping into her when i can. i don’t think i’ll be asking her for help cleaning up anytime soon.” hell, she’d probably find a way to blame the mess entirely on faye and insist that it was their responsibility alone. it's been a while since they've met someone so truly miserable. “hm, well... your arms are already pretty nice, so it’s not like you need an extra workout, but i appreciate it all the same. i knew i could rely on you.” patrick has always been their first port of call in a time of need and never once has he let them down. it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he was so willing to help once again, to keep them company during the less glamorous parts of the job as they move onto the next splattered desk. “not a bad idea. i’ll keep it in mind for both our sakes. i bet this is making you glad you teach something that doesn’t make such a mess... must be peaceful.”

"Is it really? Well, I wish someone would have told me that sooner. I wouldn't have wasted all this time reading something that wasn't worth it." To say that Patrick had felt rather betrayed by his sister would be quite the understatement, considering that she had hyped up this book to him for no absolute reason, when it was nowhere near the caliber of the books he actually read. "No, it's not my style. I'm going to call Zoey, and give her a piece of my mind, and read Jane Austen to regain some of the brain cells that I lost while reading it." If he did not care so much about trees, he would have also considered burning the book. But that was besides the point. "I can understand the hype around the trope, believe me. But is that how people are writing 'enemies to lovers' these days? By making them bicker and then claiming it as unresolved sexual tension... Honestly, nobody seems to have taste these days." Now he was definitely going to go home, and read some Jane Austen, considering that she had written the best 'enemies to lovers' relationship ever known to man, at least in Paddy's opinion. "Oh, I plan on taking full advantage. Don't you worry, Faye." He chuckled, continuing to scrub the paint off of the floor before he rinsed off the cloth with some water. "Oh, she's one of those? That sounds about right. I would say that everyone who willingly chooses to become a science teacher has some sort of stick up their ass. It's a given. They all have some moral superiority complex." Of course, he would know. His own mother was one of those people. "I'm sure my kneecaps can handle the pain, Faye. Besides, I'm not opposed to getting an arm workout in." As much as he had complained about the fact that they had tricked him into scraping the paint off of the floor their classroom, he was certain that he would do it again a thousand times over if Faye had asked. Once he had scrubbed the paint off of one spot, Patrick moved onto the next, watching as she started wiping down the desks. "I would suggest watercolour for next time. At least that would be much easier to clean."

[heynikkiyousofine]

Nov. 7th, 2022 InuPrompts: Direction

Good Directions and Sweet Tea

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Inuyasha bit into the pork rind, the crunch satisfying to his ears as the summer sun scorched his skin. I’m gonna need to invest in some sunscreen if this sunshine don’t go away anytime soon. Sitting in the back of his blue pick up truck, he stared out at his ranch, admiring the wild horses that had come to graze along his fenceline.

Flicking his ears, he caught the gentle purr of a sports car headed his way. Glancing down the road, he was shocked to see a cherry red convertible driving towards him with hollywood on the license plate, but what caught his attention was the beauty driving it. Who is that?

She had dark locks that blew about in the wind, the black blue shade unique to anyone around here. Her eyes were hidden behind large round sunglasses, but he could see the tiny freckles splashed across her nose as she pulled to a stop, just a few feet away from him.

He waited, watching her lick her lips before giving him a heart stopping smile and waving him over. Leaping down from the back of his truck, he hoped he didn’t appear too rough after a long morning doing chores around his place. She must think I’m redneck or somethin’ with the way I look.

“Howdy ma’am, what can I do ya for?” He asked politely, not wanting to scare the woman away.

“Hi! I’m so glad I found you!” She lifted her sunglasses, revealing a pair of chocolate eyes that he could spend the rest of his life swimming in. “I’m lost and looking for the interstate. Could you give me directions?” She sure is gorgeous.

“I’m the man for the job.” Inuyasha grinned, flexing his muscles as he leaned against her car. She blushed, her smile broadening and he wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. “Alright, so stay on this road and keep goin’ til ya get to a caution light. On the corner, there’s a lil’ country store with an old coke sign. Old Kaede runs it and she makes the best sweet tea in this region, so before ya head back to where ya goin’.”

She nodded enthusiastically, listening to his every word.

“Once ya do that, take a left and it’ll take straight back to the interstate. Ya can’t miss it.” He pointed with his thumb in the general direction. “If ya take a right, you’ll end up comin’ right back here to me.”

“Oh, thank you so much. You’ve been a big help!”

The woman quickly waved goodbye, turning her volume up, the pop music fading as she drove away. Pulling his ratted ball cap from his back pocket, Inuyasha growled. I should’ve asked her name at least. I doubt I’ll ever see her again, but it would’ve nice to know the woman I’d be dreamin’ about tonight. Fuck, I could’ve been in love. Maybe I could catch on up to her…

He knew well that his old Ford wouldn’t run her down, thinking she probably didn’t like him anyhow. She was just being polite to a complete stranger. Giving the road one last glance, he sighed as she disappeared into a cloud of dust. Deciding to eat his lunch, Inuyasha cracked open a beer as he settled back on the tailgate.

A half hour passed and before he knew it, the cherry red convertible was driving towards him once more. This heat must be playin’ tricks on me. There’s no way in hell the woman of my dreams is comin’ back to me.

He waited silently, his body tense as she turned off her engine and stepped out, revealing the perfect figure in jean cropped shorts and a simple tee shirt, the woman holding two large cups in her hands. Swallowing, he slowly rose to his feet, his amber eyes colliding with hers, his heart pounding in his chest.

“So, um, I stopped and asked Miss Kaede for her sweet tea.” She held one out for him, smiling softly. “I had this strange feeling, that something felt right and she sent me back here to you.”

“Thanks for the tea.” He laughed, knowing his neighbor probably had a plan up her sleeve. Kaede’s known for always tryin’ to set me up. “I’m Inuyasha, by the way.”

“I’m Kagome.”

“Would you like to come in?” He offered, unsure of what to say next. She nodded, biting her lip and he suddenly had the urge to kiss her. Deciding to walk her inside, figuring the kissing could later, he glanced up at the southern sky. Thank kami for good directions and sweet tea.

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[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 17 - Bad Habit [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Everyone needs help sometimes.

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It wasn’t that there weren’t any spies who didn’t lie to their superiors.

There just weren’t any spies who lied to their superiors and lived to tell the tale, especially on high stakes missions like these.

You tried to convince yourself that the General would never find out, but that wasn’t the only reason why you were freaking out. Putting false information on your report was bad, yes, but the worst part was that you were beginning to find it harder and harder to report whatever information you found out about your fake boyfriend.

For some reason, you had a feeling it wouldn’t just stop at one lie.

Your eyes opened as you snapped out of your sleep all of a sudden and you took a look at the window, but it was still dark outside. That wasn’t the problem, the problem was that you had gone to sleep with Bucky by your side but now you were in an empty bed.

“Bucky?” you whispered into the darkness and sat up in the bed. After kicking off the covers, you made your way to the living room but as soon as you got there, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you.

“Hey,” you whispered, “Are you okay? Are the bandages too tight?”

He pressed a hand over his side to check the bandage, then shook his head.

“No, no…” he said, “Did I wake you up?”

“Nope,” you said, “Is the bed too uncomfortable?”

“The opposite.”

You tilted your head “The bed is too…comfortable?”

He let out a small bitter chuckle and ran a hand over his face as you stepped into the room, then sat down on the floor as well.

“I’m not really used to…” he waved a hand to motion around you, “It’s not familiar to be comfortable.”

Ah.

Of course. You should’ve seen it coming, he was a soldier and coming back home was always so hard for soldiers, especially in Bucky’s situation.

You had so many nightmares after bad missions, you had no idea how you would sleep if you had anything close to what he had been through.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked and he shook his head again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I was hoping this wouldn’t happen.”

“Don’t be,” you murmured, “Do you want to be alone?”

“No,” he paused for a moment, “Please stay.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you pushed your hair behind you ear, taking a look at the pillow and the throw on the couch, then grabbed them and put them on the floor.

“Y/N, you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

You rushed to the bedroom to grab your pillows and the blanket off the bed, then went back to the living room.

“What are you doing?”

“It’ll be fun,” you said, putting the pillows and blanket on the floor. “Like we’re outside, only not with…annoying bugs.”

“You’re not serious.”

You plopped down the floor and gave him a bright smile. “I am!”

“Darling….” He started but shook his head with a sigh as you lay on your side, pulling the blanket over your shoulders.

“I’m very stubborn, you’re wasting your time if you’re trying to change my mind,” you informed him and he shot you a small smile, then lay down as well. You entwined your fingers with his, then looked up at the ceiling.

“My virtue is so screwed,” you pointed out, making him huff out a laughter.

“Oh absolutely.”

“I mean, there goes my hopes of…” you trailed off, “White picket fence house and puffy skirts and homemade pies.”

“What, you don’t want them with me?” he asked and your heart skipped a beat, then you stole a look at him.

“Can you even imagine that?”

“Yes I can.”

“I think I picture a movie,” you said, “There’s this….big yard, and white picket fences and we painted the house white but the door is red.  And there’s a dog and— feel free to stop me anytime, Bucky.”

“Don’t,” he smiled as if picturing what you were describing made him happy, “Just keep going.”

“We have a rescue dog,” you said, “We got him from a shelter and named him… um, we named him something funny.”

“Is it a big dog?”

“Yeah and you take him on a run every night. Mornings with me, nights with you.”

“That’s a good schedule.”

“He likes me better.”

“Ouch,” his smile widened, “I don’t blame him.”

You hummed, “And you have a mustache I think.”

He shot you a look, “If you say a Clark Gable mustache…”

“I’m just putting it out there—”

“Nope. Not gonna happen.”

“Fine,” you let out a laugh, “And we have an apple tree in the garden. Wait no— we have an apple tree and a peach tree.”

“How big is the garden?”

“Not so big,” you said, “Like in those movies.”

He paused for a moment and you stole a look at him.

“You wanted a big garden?”

“Well,” he said, “We need a big garden for the treehouse.”

“We have a treehouse?”

“Depends,” he said slowly, as if he was intimidated, “Kids love treehouses.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of having kids with him, for the hundredth time the image of a happier future where you weren’t a spy flashing in front of your eyes. You tried to stop the smile pulling at your lips.

“Yeah,” you said, “I think our kids would love them too.”

You could see the ghost of a smile on his face as he rubbed his thumb over your hand.

“Yeah?”

“Mm hm,” you yawned, “And in summer we would put a bouncy house thing in the garden and we would put a hammock between the peach tree and the apple tree and we would relax there while the kids are wreaking havoc in the bouncy house.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, sleep luring you as you closed your eyes, taking in his scent, “Sounds like a good plan.”

                                                           ***

You really didn’t have time to second guess yourself today. Yes you had lied to the General and spent the whole night with Bucky imagining an impossible future but now, you had to keep your head in the game.

You would figure out what you would do. Eventually.

This was a mission. You had to start acting like it.

“I don’t think I like this one,” you called out from the dressing room and in a second, the door opened to reveal Chloe who raised her brows.

“Wow.”

You tilted your head and stepped outside to look at yourself better. The gold body chain wrapped around the lingerie gleamed under the shop’s bright lights and you fixed the suspenders, clicking your tongue.

“Nah. I don’t think so.”

“Wow,” she said again, “I hate you so much, why do you look so hot in lingerie?”

“Chloe, every woman looks hot in lingerie,” you said as you walked back to the dressing room to try the next lingerie set. It was a red lace bodysuit and after a moment of struggle, you got into it, and opened the door again.

“Not this one either.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to sleep with him!” Chloe squealed, “Are you excited?”

You cleared your throat, “It’s just a mission.”

“Yeah but you want to sleep with him?”

“The dude is hot.”

“Y/N.”

“What?” you fixed your hair and frowned at your reflection, “Nope. I don’t like this. It’s too….meh.”

“I doubt Barnes would say meh if he saw you in this,” she said, “He’d probably pass out. You look like you’re about to grab your whip or something. Oh— Y/N, you should like tie him up or something! If we’re not going full on vintage, show him the modern fun times!”

You shot her a look, “Something tells me he doesn’t like to be tied up Chloe.”

“Why not?”

“Uh, because HYDRA scumbags tied him up a lot and he still has nightmares about it?”

“Ah,” she said, “I forgot about that. Hey, maybe he could tie you up!”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I said to Julian when he suggested I called him sir in bed,” you stated, “No thank you, I don’t do that sub thing.”

“Now I kind of wish we specified your cover’s kinks,” she heaved a sigh, “It’d make things so much easier.”

“My cover likes to be in control.”

“No, real you likes to be in control,” she corrected you, “Nothing about your cover says control.”

“Chloe—“ you started but stopped talking when the shop assistant approached you.

“Do you find it to your liking?”

“Um, not exactly,” you said, “I mean I like the color but overall—“

“Do you have bridal sets?” Chloe cut you off and your eyes widened.

“Easy there.”

“Like maybe soft pastel tones…. The whole thing though, garter belt and stockings and everything.”

“Of course!” she said, “We have some new arrivals, let me bring them here.”

“Chloe!” you whispered as the shop assistant walked away, “What the fuck?”

“Think about the dresses we picked for your cover,” she said, “Soft pastels. It makes sense that your cover would pick those shades in lingerie too.”

“Bridal? Really?”

“I mean, Barnes will want to propose you right there when he sees you in them so…” she grinned at you while you narrowed your eyes at her, “Come on! I’m very curious about how he is in bed.”

You tilted your head, “Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” you asked, “Because love triangles are so early 2000s.”

“Hilarious,” she deadpanned, “And no. My type is more—relaxed. Less serious.”

You scoffed and leaned back on the wall, crossing your arms, “You could just say Keith.”

She shifted her weight, biting on her lip. “I mean…” she trailed off, “He still doesn’t make a move though.”

“Why don’t you make a move?”

“I could never!” she gasped, “Nope. Ever. Besides, I thought you were against me dating spies.”

“I am,” you admitted, “But it’s your love life. If you want to date a guy who has an extremely dangerous job and worry about whether or not he will come back to you alive….”

“You’re very romantic, Y/N,” she said as the assistant came closer, holding the set. Even you had to admit, it looked very sexy and beautiful at the same time, with soft pastel lace adorning the fabric, and you took a look at the basque, then walked inside.

“Besides, you’re the one to talk.” Chloe called out as you got into the lingerie, then ran your fingers over the garter belt.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Your boyfriend does dangerous stuff too.”

“Fake boyfriend,” you corrected her, fixing the basque, and as soon as your reflection caught your eye, you raised your brows.

“Okay, maybe you had a point,” you admitted and opened the door, and Chloe grinned at you.

“See,” she said, “This is what I was talking about.”

You smirked at her and leaned on your hip, still looking in the mirror.

“Fine, I like this one.”

“Told you,” she sang and you crossed your arms.

“What dangerous stuff has he been doing lately?”

“He was texting with Wilson about some HYDRA person,” Chloe said, “Apparently they want to go after him. Tonight.”

“What HYDRA person?”

“No clue. And we can’t send a team because then it’ll be obvious— Y/N, I know that look,” she shook her head fervently, “No.”

You tried to look as innocent as possible, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You want to go after the same HYDRA person as them, but you have specific orders and we still haven’t got the okay from the top of the chain of command to go after that scum.”

“Chloe.”

“No. I’m not going to give you the address.”

“Well if Barnes ends up dead, I won’t have a mission will I?”

“He’s going to be fine, he fights better than you.”

You gasped, “How dare you?”

“He fights better than everyone in the division!” she insisted, “He can take care of himself.”

You pouted, “Fine,” you said, “I guess I won’t give Keith the idea of taking you out on a date then.”

She paused for a moment, “That’s bribery.”

“Uh huh.”

“You have no shame, do you?”

You motioned at the lingerie set you were in, “Does it look like it?”

She rubbed at her eye and let out a small whine.

“If my dad asks—“

“He’s not going to know.”

“Do you promise to behave?”

“I always behave,” you stated, making her snort.

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Please?” you asked, “I promise I’ll be safe. I’ll just make sure he’s alive, that’s it. I won’t get involved in anything.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

Chloe pursed her lips. “For your information, I think picnics are romantic.”

“Dully noted,” you said, “Trust me, he will take you on a picnic. So, do we have a deal?”

She rolled her eyes, then nodded, making you let out a laugh and walk back to the changing room.

“I want candles on that picnic too!”

“Send me the list of your demands,” you called out, “I’ll make sure they’re all covered.”

                                                      ***

In all honesty, Chloe was terrible at saying no to people, especially the people she loved.

You fixed your ski mask as you took a look at the text Bucky had sent you after you asked him what he was doing;

Nothing much, going home soon. You?  

“Liar liar….” You sang as you typed your reply.

Soup Kitchen was so tiring, I think I’ll go to bed early tonight.

Fine. Maybe he wasn’t the only liar in this relationship.

You took a look at the building’s window through your binoculars, then lowered them to check your phone when it vibrated.

Good idea. Sweet dreams darling.

You tried to ignore the smile on your lips but as soon as you heard gunshots coming from the building, your head shot up.

“Shit,” you murmured and tried to see what was happening, but it was impossible. Whoever they were, they were definitely staying away from windows.

“Not gonna get involved,” you muttered, “Not gonna get involved, it’s stupid and puts the mission in danger. I’ll stay right here, he can take care of himself.”

For about five seconds, it worked.

“I’m being stupid,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed the gear around your waist, then checked whether it would actually carry you, “I’m being so fucking stupid, I haven’t even slept with the dude yet….”

You went over to the edge of the rooftop, then took a deep breath, grabbed the cables and jumped to crash through the window of the building the gunshots were coming from. You pulled your gun to shoot the person who looked like he was about to shoot Bucky, sending him to the ground and Bucky pushed the guy he was fighting with through the wall, then turned around to point the gun at you but as soon as he did, he frowned.

“….Shrike?”

“Hi handsome.” You unbuckled the rope from the harness, sending it up to the rooftop again as he lowered his gun. “Need a hand?”

Chapter 18

[ddarker-dreams]

Saturnine. Yan Chrollo x Reader [SMUT]

Tags/warnings: Dubcon, oral sex, creampie, my brain melting, condescending ???, Chrollo always has smth to say Word count: 2.2k. Note: it is finally done .

When gazing into the mirror, it should be easy to recognize the reflection staring back as your own. It’s the sight you’ve seen your entire life. Maybe the light in your eyes is less noticeable and your smiles no longer appear genuine, but in the end, it still physically bears your image.

You shiver at the chilly air kissing your bare skin, goosebumps erupting at the lack of clothing. Thin fabric clings tightly around your body, sheer and intricate in its lace design, yet astonishingly soft to the touch. It accentuates the swell of your chest, the black as midnight fabric stopping just shy above your midriff. A matching thong connects to sheer thigh highs through a garter belt to complete the set. Never in your life can you recall wearing such a lascivious outfit. Nor did you think you’d ever wear one for him.

Covering your exposed cleavage with your arms, you lower your head, fingernails pressing so harshly against your skin that it hurts. The pain serves to ground you in reality, proof that this is happening and not a dream.

“Did I… do this right?” You murmur, not used to how Chrollo is wordlessly assessing your trembling figure. Normally the air is full of conversation, equal parts rigid and provocative, a verbal game you’ve been forced to navigate. You still prefer the mind games over this maddening silence. You’re convinced he can hear the way your heart pounds viciously as if it was attempting to free itself from your body altogether, the current stress it’s under too much to withstand.

Chrollo moves a step closer and you take a deep, shaky breath. Grey eyes rake over your body, like a predator monitoring its prey, inspecting every inch of you. He spreads his fingers against your stomach, coarse fingers gliding over your skin, gradually moving upwards.

“Mm. You did perfectly.” His voice is rich and husky against your ear, spoken lowly so that only you may hear it. When his fingers reach their intended target, he cups your chest and lays his head on your shoulder. You watch his actions in the reflection of the mirror, glossy lips parting but no words managing to form on your tongue. Emotions swirl within you like an unrelenting vortex. Repulsion. Frustration. Shame. That it came to this, lowering yourself to a level you never wanted to be reduced to.

While you ruminate in your misery, Chrollo presses featherlight kisses from the crook of your neck to your jaw. His lips are soft and well taken care of, curling into a smile at how your pulse quickens. There are numerous mysterious surrounding Chrollo, but you do not doubt that he’s enjoying himself now. Your attention is brought back to his hands on your chest and how he kneads them. A blush ignites when you feel something hard press brush your ass, already guessing what it is.

“S-so you’re going to,” you struggle to get out, releasing a gasp when he suddenly pinches your nipple, “Keep… keep your promise, right?”

The clarification is for your peace of mind. An internal justification is necessary to continue with this illicit act, doubts plaguing your mind. You feel his chest rumble against your back, a deep chuckle leaving him. Regret comes swiftly, knowing that anytime you speak to Chrollo his responses sting deep, piercing your skin and festering.

One of his hands comes to your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. The proximity has your eyes wide as a doe, his warm breath fanning against your face, dark tresses of hair tickling your face. His grip is tight but not painful. A not so subtle reminder of the Phantom Troupe leader’s innate strength, that goes beyond any measurement your mind could conjure up. Your squeeze your eyes shut when he leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of your lips.

“What if I don’t?” Chrollo’s question has you frowning, eyelids fluttering open so you can shoot him a glare. He stares back unfazed, amusement visible from his closed mouth smile and relaxed posture, clearly not feeling intimidated by your little show. You decide to give it some thought, knowing he’ll scrutinize your response if not chosen carefully. Though, it’s admittedly difficult to concentrate when your face is burning up and his hand is still groping your chest.

Swallowing thickly, you arrive at a half-decent comeback. “I’ll… I’ll hate you.”

It sounded far better in your head.

Chrollo raises an eyebrow at your rebuttal but decides to entertain it. “Don’t you already?”

“I’ll hate you even more,” comes your reply, stumbling out before you could think it over. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, he doesn’t take visible offense. Instead, the bastard laughs again. Affectionately, Chrollo brushes his knuckles over your cheek, mirth dancing in his eyes.

“Even more, huh,” he hums, your nonsensical ramblings sounding worse when repeated back. “If that’s the threat I’m contending with, then I’ll be sure to stick to my word.”

You’re not exactly reassured by this, but decide to leave it for now. Suddenly, Chrollo steps back, freeing you from his grip. Before you can ask about what he’s doing, his hands start loosening his belt. Ah. So the time for negotiating is over. His dress pants fall, revealing a prominent bulge pushing against his briefs.

“Now get on your knees for me.”

It wasn’t a request. You do as he says, hyper-aware of how he’s staring at you, the tile from your shared master bedroom cold against your shins. To save what little modesty you have remaining, you readjust your bra so your chest no longer threatens to spill out. Heartbeat picking up in pace, you lift a shaky hand, palming his crotch through the fabric. 

The muscles in his thighs tighten, yet every other aspect of him remains thoroughly composed. Playing with the waistband, you slowly pull it down, revealing Chrollo’s half-hard member. It’s long, around six inches when erect, with a prominent vein that you’ve learned is rather sensitive. Precum is already leaking from the head, a sight that worsens the blush on your face.

Chrollo runs his hands through your hair, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. You pick up on the unspoken encouragement to not keep him waiting. Readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position, you take his dick fully into your hands, giving it a tentative stroke to test the waters. No verbal response. He’s excellent at maintaining his composure, creepy as it may be. Pumping his cock from the base, you bow your head down, eyelids fluttering shut as you kiss and lick the tip. That earns you a sharp inhale and a tightened grip but nothing else. Wetting your lips with your tongue, you continue licking the tip while jerking him off, noting that his cum has a slight salty taste to it.

Now that your confidence has somewhat been built up, you part your lips to take more of him in, getting adjusted to his size. Chrollo lets out a shaky exhale, fingers curling deeper into your hair. It’s difficult to get into a solid rhythm as your anxiety is unrelenting. Being so vulnerable in front of a person whose hands, which are now intertwined with your hair, have slaughtered countless people. 

He could do the same to you at any time, you think, despite his insistence for not wanting to. Hollowing out your cheeks, you manage to take more of him in, stopping just shy as not to activate your gag reflex. It makes your stomach churn when he lovingly strokes your cheek, looking down at you with eyes glazed over with crazed lust. Of course, he wouldn’t make this easy on you and act different — he continues with the delusion that this is love.

“Eager, now are we?” Chrollo laughs breathlessly. You decide to ignore the comment, too focused on having him finish so you can move on with your night. The low groans and whispers of your name are starting to affect you, a factor that only adds to your shame.. Pangs of heat are building up in between your legs, which you subconsciously rub together in a feeble attempt to relieve yourself. Chrollo quietly groans, content at the sight, dick twitching in your mouth. You wish he hadn’t noticed just how turned on you’re growing — not that you’re surprised with how unfairly observant he is — fully prepared for more scathing comments.

“I’m glad you stopped being so stubborn,” he pushes himself deeper into your mouth, gripping your head tightly enough not to let you move away, “So I can finally have my way with you.”

You wince at how he forces his dick down your throat, tears stinging the corners of your eyes and lungs screaming for air. Chrollo drinks in the sight, shuddering, bucking his hips, and pulling your face as tight against him as he can. You figure his release is getting closer from how erratic his movements are growing. At least it’ll be over soon. This line of thought is interrupted as he pulls away, saliva and cum connecting your mouth to his dick in a thin line, which has you frowning. Relishing the opportunity to regain yourself, your lungs greedily gulp in air, and you cough from his previous actions.

Chrollo extends a hand out to you which you hesitantly accept. The more human side is starting to show, his skin sheening with sweat, bare chest heaving for air much like yours, and black tresses sticking to the sides of his face. Your lips part, intending to ask why he stopped. He places both his just hands below your ass, hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing. Yelping, you struggle and cling to him as not to fall, eyes wide with confusion.

“W-what—”

“Wrap your legs around me,” he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead and you do as he says, scared that you’ll fall otherwise. “Mm. Good girl.”

Chrollo carries you over to the wall, your back pressing against the hard surface and feeling its coolness on your bare skin. After thinking about it for a moment, you understand what it is he intends to do next, tightening your grip around him. He positions the head of his cock against your opening, smiling at how wet you are. At least he’s too focused to comment on your current state. You look to the side, not wanting to see the pleased expression you know is on his face.

“I’ll take care of you after,” Chrollo promises, slowly pushing himself inside you. You take a deep breath, gripping his shoulders tightly, fingernails digging into his skin. At least he’s allowing you to adjust. You yelp when he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it so that you look him dead in the eye. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Hm?”

A half-choked out moan leaves your lips as he fills you, feeling his sizeable length stretching you out.

“Y-yes,” You pant, carnal desire outweighing any solid reasoning at the moment. Chrollo continues to pound relentlessly into your cunt, burying his face in your neck. He’s coming undone, fucking you with a strength that has you breathless. You catch occasional guttural groans of your name and don’t want to admit how nice it sounds.

“I always knew you’d come around.” 

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed in with his grunts and your moans. Squeezing your ass, his thrusts grow erratic, before he finally stills. Chrollo releases deep inside you, pulling you down onto him, hot ropes of cum filling you and seeping out.

He grits his teeth, shuddering at his release. All is still for a moment aside from your heavy chests. Chrollo gathers himself before you do, slowly pulling himself out. You feel his cum as it drips out of you and bite your lip at the possible implications. Everything is so warm and your body feels terribly sore, having to clutch onto him for stability when he puts you back down. Chrollo doesn’t seem to mind this, laughing as he runs his hands through your mousled hair.

“How precious.”

You yelp when he picks you up, bridal style this time, your face pressing against his chest.

“It looks like you needed some help there, dear.” Chrollo hums, placing you down onto the bed with a gentleness you weren’t used to. There’s no way any normal human could be this collected already. Taking deep breaths, you attempt to calm yourself, not wanting to be completely undone before him. Chrollo watches with intrigue while you do so, his eyes piercing through your trembling body. When you finally manage to get your breathing steady, he gently pushes your shoulders down and spreads your legs.

“Now, about that promise of mine,” he presses open-mouthed kisses from your ankle to your thighs, “I intend to keep it. We’ll keep going until you’re no longer able to stand.”

[thefanficmonster]

Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer. 

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair. 

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week.  I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard  for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

                                                               ~ ~ ~

I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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Fic idea- The day sujin was born when toph is a single mom pls? tyvm if u do this😊

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask, and your patience! So sorry it's been a while, but I hope that the story makes up for it! I tried my very best to make it fluffy but also a twinge of angst. :) Feel free to send in asks at anytime, and I'll be sure to get to them soon! Thanks again, and I hope you have a great day!

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The day Suyin was born, Toph walked Lin to school like she always did. There was nothing out of the ordinary that day, and she reminded Lin that Auntie Katara would pick her up from school when school was finished. Lin confirmed this and gave Toph a hug before running off into the building. Toph remembered chuckling at how cute it was to watch her skip into school, and she wondered if this new baby would share the same affinity for learning.

She doubted it, considering how much Toph disliked school, but stranger things have happened.

Toph made the short but rather arduous walk home. The normally 10 minute walk turned 20 due to her rather large belly had the earthbender huffing by the time she reached her door.

At the click of the door unlocking, Toph breathed out a sigh of relief, ready to put her feet up for an hour or so before getting to the chores. There wasn’t much that needed to be sorted around the house, mostly due to the fact that she had the urge to nest earlier in the pregnancy. But there were still a handful of items that Toph needed to tend to, but they could wait after a little mid morning nap.

She went to sit down on the couch, gingerly lowering herself with the help of the armrest, but then Toph felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen, and she suddenly felt wet.

And while it had been a while since she had a baby, she knew.

Her water broke, and the baby was coming today.

As quickly as she could (which wasn’t very fast at all), Toph sat up from the couch and made her way to her newly installed telephone device. She had herself patched to Katara’s home, and informed her friend that her water broke and the baby was coming. There was little fanfare after the fact, the two women sticking to only the important topics and listing the items needed at the infirmary.

Toph grabbed her already packed diaper back and walked as quickly as she could to the hospital. Again, it wasn’t very fast, but she used the trek to focus on the fact that the baby was coming today.

And spirits, was she ready?

There was no time to contemplate this question, for she arrived at the hospital.

She was guided into an infirmary room where Katara was, and she gave a nervous laugh when her friend greeted her with excitement.

“Wow, Toph, I can’t believe it’s already time!” she marveled.

Toph breathed out a chuckle as Katara helped her out of her street clothes and into a loose gown.. “I can. This kid’s been slowing me down too much.”

Katara scoffed, guiding Toph to the bed. “Well, that’ll be over soon! In a few hours you’ll have a new baby to run after.”

“Oh, joy.”

“Oh c’mon, Toph. I know you love being a mother.”

Toph bit her lip, because yes, she loved Linny to pieces, and she was already falling hard and fast for this baby. But there was something a little… unsettling… about the day that Suyin was born.

Something, or maybe someone, was missing.

She thoughts grew fuzzy and scattered, though, because another contraction rippled through her body, causing her to gasp. But when it waned, she commented about her odd sense of melancholy for the day. “This seems weird.”

Katara somehow knew what she was talking about, and treaded the conversation lightly. “It’s gonna be okay, Toph. I’ll be here the whole time, it’ll be just like last time.”

“But it’s not like last time,” she mumbled, hoping the comment wouldn’t be detected. Sure, being a single mother was nothing new to the earthbender. She’d been handling the task for a little over five years now. But this—giving birth alone—this was new.

And that scared her.

Katara’s hearing was better than Toph recollected, for she somberly replied, “I know, I know it’s not.”

Her tone made Toph want to curl up into a ball, to hide away from the pain of the contractions.

But she couldn’t. The pain was right in front of her, and she had to face it head on.

She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned at the sudden wave, but through the contraction, she heard Katara talk her through it. Through all of it.

“You’re doing great, Toph. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not alone.”

Toph cried out when the intervals grew shorter and stronger, hanging onto every word her friend said over her.

And when Katara told her that it was time to push, Toph was already exhausted. Hours of relentless pain weighed down on her, and when she heard Katara say that she should get ready to push, it was as if time slowed down.

Her ragged breathing filled her ears, Katara’s voice grew muffled. All she heard was a low whispering in her ear, a figment of her imagination, to be sure. But she heard the whisper, the calm voice telling her every few minutes to push.

And so she did.

The voice was fleeting, and if she thought too long and too hard about it, she couldn’t truly pinpoint whose voice it reminded her of.

But she knew.

But at the end of the day, none of that mattered. None of the sounds or voices or cries compared to the new one that entered the world the day Suyin was born. The day Toph’s daughter was born.

Her cry was somehow so sweet and heartbreaking that the earthbender reached out for her baby, crying and smiling as she held her baby girl and tried to soothe her indignant wails.

It was a sound that was so beautiful. So simple, and so loving all in one. And without much thought, Toph called her “Suyin,” because it was so fitting and perfect for her baby girl.

The sounds of the world became background noise when Suyin was born. Toph smiled at Suyin, gently rubbing her thumb against her cheek.

“Hi baby girl, hi Suyin,” she said. “It’s just you and me, and your big sister Lin.

“We’re gonna take care of each other, and you’ll never be alone, okay? Even if we’re not here, you’ll never be alone. Ever.”

Suyin quieted, only fussing as she moved her limbs around to get a feel for the range of them. And Toph couldn’t contain her grin, because that melancholic feeling was gone.

Toph ignored the tears that fell from her face and gingerly kissed her youngest daughter’s forehead.

“Welcome to the world, Suyin.”

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[saitama-division]

A knock is heard on the door of the Takahashi residence. Opening the door reveals no one but a few wrapped presents all addressed to Lola Takahashi.  Bringing them inside you see an envelope attached to one of the gifts with "Open First" written on top. Opening the envelope you see not a letter but a disc the size of hand. Suddenly the disc activates and reveals a hologram of Yuriko Kuromiya the leader of Wicked Requiem.

"Happy Birthday Lola-san. Now I know we haven't interacted much but I heard it was your special day and wanted to give you a few things." Yuriko calmly says a small smile gracing her face.

Opening the first gift reveals several tubes of pink lipstick. 

"Hallucinogenic lipstick. You give someone a kiss while wearing that and they'll start hallucinating. I was given the recipe from my mentor in the art of seduction. I don't really have a use for it anymore but I thought it would be right up your alley." Yuriko replies with a small smirk on her face. 

Opening the second gift reveals a silver gun with a white handle. The name "Aphrodite" is engraved on the side in elegant writing. 

"I wanted to do something different for this gift. So I called in a request from my old weapons supplier and had this gun personally made. I thought you might appreciate something that wasn't clothing or jewelry. I will admit it was pain to sneak into the country but nothing I couldn't handle. Now this last gift you may or may not use. It's up to you." Yuriko finishes.

Opening the last gift reveals a little card with the words "Voucher to be redeemed to give  a makeover." 

"I'm sure you are aware of my teammate Kaoru and her……unique style….. of fashion. I'm also sure you saw the tweet she sent about wearing that abomination she calls a shirt to the DRB. This voucher allows you to take Kaoru and give you a chance to turn her into your own personal dress up doll for a day. I hope you can give her some fashion advice before she walks on stage in a Hawaiian shirt and crocs. I'm warning you though if you do decide to use it Kaoru will act like a feral raccoon trying to escape." Yuriko sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. 

"Well Lola, it looks like my time is up. I hope you enjoy your gifts and the rest of your birthday. I hope to see you soon. Ah that reminds me if you ever want to spar come down to Edogawa and I'll give you a fight you won't forget anytime soon." Yuriko promised before the hologram cuts off. 

The blonde let out a happy hum as she curled one last section of her hair before turning off the curling iron, having just gotten back from her 8th party and still had more energy than ever, the model was ready to go for her 9th party. Once again, Tsumugi notified her of the doorbell ringing, signifying that the birthday girl received yet another gift, asking who was it from, she paused when she heard the name of Edogawa’s division leader. Shaking her head, she told the assistant to bring the gift to her.

Raising an eyebrow at the holographic disc, she shrugs it off and listens to the message while going through the presents.

She picked up one of the lipstick and inspected it, it looked high quality and in her favorite shade of pink, “Hallucinogenic lipstick, huh?” She muttered, lips curling into a smirk. Sure, it wasn’t much but Lola isn’t anything if not an opportunist, at the very least, it’ll make for some pretty funny pranks. Setting the collection of lipstick aside, she moved on to the next gift.

Her eyes widen at the elegant gun, immediately covering it, she looks around quickly before uncovering it after deeming it safe. “Holy fucking shit.” She muttered as she inspected the weapon, opening the chamber, she was relieved to find it empty, only to spot the pack of bullets inside the box where the gun once was. “A little late but…thanks.” She sighed, looking at the gun. It was gorgeous and she had no doubt that if she was back in the mafia, this baby would be on her 24/7. “Still, I guess it’s good to have a second option in case something happens to my mic.” She smiled, carefully tucking the gun back into the box.

Inspecting the last gift, she burst into laughter.

To be honest, she really wasn’t expecting that but hey, she wasn’t gonna turn down a chance to give someone a makeover and judging by the tweet she saw-the one that nearly gave her an aneurysm once she saw that Hawaiian shirt-this one definitely needed it. “Sure, why not, can’t be as bad as Kureha when she was 15.” She smirked.

Once the holographic message ended, Lola leaned back on her vanity chair and sighed. “Sparring match, huh? Who knows, I might take you up on that offer Black Dahlia.” She mumbled to herself before snickering. “Maybe if I was suicidal…” Of course, Lola didn’t doubt her abilities, she knew that she could take down any dumb fuck foolish enough to challenge her but she wasn’t stupid either, she was good, yes, but Angel of Death wasn’t near close to the big leagues like Black Dahlia or The Shadow.

Again, she reminded herself, you’re not Angel anymore.

Really, Lola didn’t think she would grab the attention of the Black Dahlia herself, she honestly isn’t sure if she should feel proud or not. There was one time the two of them had interacted before and she would never forget the expression Big Bear had when he told her she was lucky to come back alive.

Shaking her head, she willed those thoughts and the past away before getting up and lightly dusting off her new outfit, the day wasn’t over yet and she had a party to go to.

Thank you!

[heliosthegriffin]

He’s channeling his energy productively.

Jaune walked down the halls of Beacon backed to his dorm, it had been a long day so far, not a hard day though, just one of those days that kept going and seemed like they wouldn’t end. Making it back to his room would at least let him spend the rest of day how’d like.

The sounds of laughter followed a group of older girls walked pasted him. It was outside of class time so the students could wear whatever they wanted. They wore clothes that were made to go clubbing.

Jaune’s eyes had a life of their own as they stared at the girls walking past, you’d think having seven sisters would make him more respectful wouldn’t you? But, having a lesbian older sister, and a couple others that were bi, all they did was teach him how to peak without getting caught.

That said he’d doubt his friends would call him out for staring, considering some of the girls here had assets that would give Yang pause.

They didn’t notice him pausing and walked by, a fragrant fruity perfume left behind. Jaune couldn’t help but look behind him, watching those girls go, a sway in their step that cause something in Jaune to rise up.

“Dammit,” Jaune cursed as his pants tightened up.

Jaune look around before he adjusted his pants, so that his zipper wouldn’t fly off by accident again, and tucking his erection down his pant leg so that it’d be less noticeable.

Jaune felt frustration well up in him, this had become a reoccurring problem since he started Beacon. The girls here were just too damn hot! It made walking anywhere a damn hassle and a embarrassment, and he had no way to release any of his damn tension in his dorm, Nora had broken the locks to the bathroom and the door; That had probably been the closest he had ever come to killing somebody.

Letting out an other sigh he resigned himself to shuffling back to the dorm as the blood went flowing elsewhere. He should just thank his lucky stars that he’d never popped a boner anywhere near Ruby, Yang would have found out somehow, probably Nora, and then killed him.

Right as he got close to the dorms, Jaune’s blood-flow was back to normal, but he still felt tense and incredibly worked up.

The sound of weights being lifted, treadmills running, and other exercise equipment sounded from nearby.

The gym was only a short walk away from the dorms. Jaune paused for a moment, Nora and Yang always seemed to go to the gym when they go worked up, maybe he should try it, it’s not like he didn’t go often anyway, so what would it hurt to work out so stress?

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Jaune stared at the scroll in his hands, ‘10:03′ where did the time go? He went in at ‘4:26′, went to the weight rack, and then everything seemed to go into a blur, and then the next thing he remembered was a upperclassman telling him the gym was closing in soon.

“Guess, I had more stress to work out than I thought I did.” Jaune said to himself walking to the gym showers, suddenly starting to feel exhausted and wanting to jump into bed at the closest opportunity.

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The next morning was agonizing, his arms felt like they were made of pure, while on fire and being pulled apart! Maybe he went too hard last night.

He was also feeling cavernously hungry. No wonder Nora has an appetite like a black-hole.

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Jaune’s problem came back in full force during lunch when Yang leaned too far back and the top couple buttons of her shirt decided they wanted a life in the air force.

Leaving Jaune with a delicious view of her cleavage.

Yang looked at her shirt, “Shoot, I actually liked this one.” She then resumed eating.

A hand caressing his leg, brought him out of his vision. “Are you alright, Jaune?” Pyrrha’s warm, gentle voice whispered into his ear

A mildly blush went up his face. “Yeah, just, uh, taking in the view.”

“Oh, ok then, but if your not feeling well, I can take you back to the room.”

“I’m good.” Jaune said a little too fast, as his mind started to fill in the blanks of what his monkey brain wanted to do to Pyrrha.

Pyrrha nodded.

Jaune felt thankful that Yang or Nora hadn’t found a chance to tease him about being alone with Pyrrha. 

Lunch came and went, and Jaune made sure he was the last to get up, so that his problem wouldn’t be seen. He couldn’t exactly fiddle with himself under the table without drawing attention. So with all the swiftness he had, he tucked himself into his pant-leg while getting up.

In hindsight, maybe walking behind his developed female friends, and especially Blake, was a bad idea. His other head disagreed with him.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, combat class was a mess, but mostly cause he can’t being drawn to his friend outfits, they showed so much leg.

He went back to the gym again after class, he went to the treadmill and leg exercise machine. The upperclassman had to tell him to leave again.

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The rest of the week seemed to follow a similar pattern for Jaune, he’d wake up sore, but a little less so each day, go to class, end up aroused, then pent up, then go to the gym when he had the free time, and only when he had free time, going into those workout trances made him lose anytime for studying, hanging out, or training. 

Training with Pyrrha was probably the hardest part of his week, literally and metaphorical, because while he loved Pyrrha like a sister, his body constantly reminded him that they were not siblings! It always made him feel disgusted when ever he looked at Pyrrha that way. No way Pyrrha ever looked at him that way.

After training with Pyrrha though, he still had two hours before the gym closed, and he was pent up again.

The upperclassman had told him to get an alarm or something, cause he wouldn’t always be there to tell him to leave.

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Hanging out with team RWBY was always a... Experience, they were fun, don’t get him wrong, but it was like chaos in a bottle. The bottle was also cracked, and there was no cork either.

Today he and the rest of his team came over to hangout, and Ruby insisted they play twister.

Jaune was forming a bridge with his arms bending backwards to stay on there spot, while Ruby was draped across him with one leg over his shoulder and the other over his arm, with her front laying across his stomach, and her arms going in between and around his legs. While Nora lay under him her chest pressing into his back. It was also a really small mat.

Everybody else had dropped out, or refused to play, while Blake controlled the game, and Yang video taped everything.

Then Nora sneezed into his neck. That was the straw that broke the camels back. Sneeze both tickled his neck and scared the life out of Jaune, as he somehow managed to jump a foot into the air from his position, carrying Ruby with him. They landed on Nora with a thud.

Jaune’s position with Nora’s chest on his back and Ruby’s legs on his chest, really wasn’t going to help with his tension, as his lower-body decided to achieve liftoff.

That said he had managed to get a grip on himself lately,. So Jaune calmly got off Nora, and picked up Ruby, putting her next to Nora. All while hiding his full mast, then went to the gym again.

“You think he’s alright?” Ruby asked innocently.

“Probably just rubbing one out.” Nora said full of confidence. “These sweater puppy's of mine are of a quality most women can only dream of, yet here I sit, my majesty a reality, I don’t blame Jaune at all.”

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Jaune was watching with wrapt attention as Ms. Goodwitch strode across the arena pointing out several flaws in recorded fights she had on holographic videos. Tapping them with her wand to enhance the smaller images at time.

RIIIP

Her blouse broke, showing off globes of creamy white flesh barely being contained by a purple bra.

Ms. Goodwitch paused, a light blush on her face. “Well, Students this should teach us to be prepared for anything.”

Jaune then got up, walking out the door.

“Mr. Arc, where do you think your going?” His teacher asked severely, as several laughs broke out of the room, many people pointing at him.

“To the gym. I don’t think I’m going to be able to focus much today.” “Very well, any others who wished to join him?”

The gym was very packed that day.

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Jaune enjoyed hanging out with Pyrrha, she was probably the best friend he ever had. He just wished she would stop having to bend over so often in front of him, or walking in front of him when she did that he couldn’t help but focus on her swaying hips.

Jaune sighed as he felt a rise tower start to erect. “I’m going to the gym be back later.”

Pyrrha merely looked bewildered. She though she had him for sure this time!

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The transfer students were interesting people, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. They came from all walks of life, all paths, all creeds and kingdoms. From the strictly dressed military like Atlas Academy, to the survival of the fittest types and loosely dressed Shade Academy, or the storied and traditional style of Mistral. They were all interesting, diverse, strong and incredible sexy.

Ever since he ran into that black haired girl and her green haired partner, he somehow kept managing to find them in the most compromising or revealing positions possible.

So, Jaune started hitting the gym harder than ever.

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1 Year later....

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With a slight shaking arms Jaune pushed the loaded bar back up, exhaling. Then he took a slow, deep inhale as he lowered it down to his chest, then exhaled rising it up again. Inhale, exhale, till he finished his rep.

He rose up from the bench with a grate moan, feeling the warm soreness across his body. It hurt, but in a good way. In a way he couldn’t have appreciated a year ago.

Grabbing his towel he wiped the sweat off his face, and then cleaned off the bench. Treat the gym right, and it’ll treat you right back.

Jaune paused as he walked toward the shower, he had gotten into a habit of showering here so he didn’t have to make his teammate's rush to clean up, there was wall of mirror he looked himself over finding nothing of note, beside himself sweaty and his hair kinda sticky looking.

The water was cold, but high pressured, helping unwind any knots on his back and wash off grime better. He had started taking cold showers more frequently as in the field your rarely got to wash off in general, and if you did, it’s not likely you’ll get hot water, so it he thought it was probably best to get into the habit now.

Working out felt good, taking a shower afterword was just perfect. The only thing that would make it better was wearing his onesie, he had a right to comfort! But, it had gone mysteriously missing after he met Coco on his walk back from the gym half a year ago. So, for now he was stuck wearing white tank-top, and a pair of cotton shorts back to the dorm.

He waved by to the upperclassman about to close the gym, and left for his dorm. He may not have started going to the gym for the right reason, but over the course of a year, he felt like he had grown from then. In fact... what was the reason he started going to the gym? Something about women? Eh, must have been nothing. Ever since he started taking his training double seriously during the Vytal festival, it was like he just didn’t feel dating anybody till he around to being a huntsman, like that there was more to life than dating or stuff.

Jaune ran a hand through his hair, he had started growing it out at the beginning of the second year and now Pyrrha and everybody else vetoed him getting a hair cut! 

“Hahah, jokes on them though, they have to brush the knots out of my hair!”

Walking back to his dorm a fruity perfume pasted his nose, a vaguely familar laughter along with it. Then a slightly familar group of girls were walking in the opposite direction as him. They looked like they came back from a night on the town. He liked the way they dressed, it complimented themselves very well.

As he walked pasted them they paused and stared at him, Jaune paused too, but shrugged, giving them a broad smile and a wave before walking back to his dorm.

Jaune failed to miss the women eyeing fucking him as he walked away, all of them red face and heavy breathing.

“Hmm, why do I feel like I’m in danger?”

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Jaune wasn’t sure when, but he had grown into a morning person. It was fun to get up in the morning now, he liked watching the sun rise, seeing the sky change colors on his morning runs. 

Being team leader meant having responsibilities, so being a early riser now meant getting up his team, they were going to be third-years in a not small amount of time. So he made sure that they got up at a reasonable time to prepare for the day. Along with the fact on mission they would have to get up before the sun rise on most days.

Also, he especially liked to watch his teammates get up, it was entertaining in different ways from Nora crashing out of bed, to Ren rising from a blanket cocoon, and Pyrrha’s silly little death threats to any man stealing bitches out there.

He tended to wake them up with a gentle approach putting hand on there shoulders and carefully shaking them awake. He had forgotten how strong he was a couple of months ago when he sent Nora flying into a wall by accident, so had tried to be gentle.

The rest of Team Jnpr had learned a couple months ago that they no longer had a choice in waking up early, the only choice was before the sun was up or after.

Jaune put on his uniform for class, he frowned a little bit, as it was tighter than it was yesterday. Maybe it’s new? Guess it needs to be broken in.

Team RWBY met them at breakfast, Ruby refused to let her other bestie get ahead in the leader game by letting just JNPR get up early! Jaune didn’t notice but he often got murderous glances from Blake.

Eating breakfast Jaune felt a crick in his back so he leaned back.

Pop-pop-pop-pop, RIIIIP!

His buttons on his shirt fired off like a machine gun shattering against the walls of the cafeteria, and then his shirt fell to pieces, revealing his sculpted torso, arms and abs.

“Ahh man, I liked that shirt.” Then continued eating, not aware of the stares his friends, other students, and Ms. Goodwitch were giving his body, eyeing him up as much or more than he used to do to them.

AN: If this Jaune was ever put into a situation where couldn’t exercise for like a week, his libido would come back with vengeance and make him a unstoppable sex monster. That said, what are the odds of that happening?