#someone told me that having a litter box in the bathroom was disgusting and gross... dude you shit in that room too what's the big deal??

[radellama]

Ok one quick rant after that last post about cats: make sure you put in every effort to keep their living spaces hygienic.

ESPECIALLY THEIR LITTER BOX.

That is their toilet and you must keep it clean. Yes it may be stinky and overwhelming, but if you can't keep up with that you shouldn't have a cat.

When you as a human go to the toilet, you finish your business and you take the time to clean yourself, remove your waste and wash your hands. Even regularly cleaning the toilet to keep it hygienic for yourself to keep using. WHY is it any different for a cat? You need to keep that litter box clean for them - they are already trying their best to work with you on this by using the litter box, most cats even bury their waste when they're done. But they can't flush it away, YOU need to do that for them.

Put the effort into finding sustainable and cat friendly solutions for your cat.

[astrablossom]

The Purple Otaku Stalker

Fandom: Shall We Date? Obey Me!

The otaku with purple hair keeps following you around after you befriend him. You decide to confront him in a alleyway.

Originally Posted on Ao3

Warnings: mild dubcon, foot job, orgasm denial, stalking, exhibitionism, degrading kink

It has a good ending don’t worry.

High school AU

There is always that one weird nerdy kid that sits in the back of the classroom with his head glued in some manga. On lunch breaks he'll watch porn on his phone with the brightness turned down low, secretly hoping someone will catch him. And sometimes in class he'll find a way to read hentai and doujinshi in class which is probably why he's always sporting a boner. One time he fingered himself in the bathroom fantasizing that someone was watching him, belittling him with their eyes as he came all over the bathroom tiles.

Often times people whisper about him, how he's so weird and disgusting and he's so used to it. He'll get odd looks and glare in group projects. One day you take pity on him and when you walk up to talk to him, you'll notice how petrified he is.

"P-People will be grossed out if you talk to me. Don't you care about your reputation?" He manages to blurt out one day when you drop your lunch box beside him. At the time you two were working on a project. When you turn look down to respond you immediately notice how he squeezes his legs together under the desk hoping his erection wasn't too obvious. Levi looks under his purple bang to see you shaking your head and his eyes go straight from your face, to your chest, and then your crotch. Will you tell on him to the teacher? Are you disgusted at his hunched over sweaty form? The thought of it alone brought a flush to his face.

Your voice knocks him out of his fantasy. "You truly are perverted but I don't care. Besides I want to talk to someone else." You grab a chair and sit beside him and that's how he starts to crush on you.

The two of you don't talk often and it usually you who initiate the conversation but he's a good listener. You're kind enough to listen to him rant about anime every now and then, replying if your in the fandom. It was really nice and he found his himself slowly opening up to you and not just because you had a nice face. After a while you notice how his eyes follow wherever you go. Even when the otaku is nowhere to be seen you always feel like someone is watching you. And whenever you two talk his cheeks are always a cute strawberry red. If you're close to him you can hear how deep he is breathing.

When his crush passes by (you) he starts to sweat more than usual and ducks away from your sight, his heart pounding in his chest and his erection so so obvious. He peeks over to see you bending down to pick up something and immediately made a beeline to the bathroom. Ever since that day he masturbated more often and in more public places just to see your face. He knew he was disgusting and that it was wrong but he couldn't help him. He adored you. During class when you stood to read he rubbed one out to your voice. Whenever he was reading a hentai about someone being fucked he thought of you. He wanted to be dominated by you, he wanted to be the one who made you moan, to be the person to be with you.

But he also wanted to hold a decent conversation.

As the days go by the stalking increases and you start to notice. In the corner of your eye you'll occasionally catch a glimpse of purple shifting. It was annoying you to the point you decided to do something about it. You knew enough about Levi and what he liked after searching through his search history, making fun of him about not deleting it.

So you decided to confront him about the stalking on a Friday. The two of you were heading to your house and look up at the taller boy to admire his features.

Leviathan was taller that you and the black school uniform he wore only brought more attention to lanky form. His bangs curved gently over his eyebrows, obscuring his eyes a bit from view. Your eyes trail down to his thin pretty pink lips and for a moment you wanted to kiss them.

Another time, you think to yourself before suddenly stopping and grabbing Levi. He immediately blushes at the sudden hand holding and goes to ask you where you're going when you walk off path. You don't answer him until a a gap in between two nearby buildings appear. The streets were busy but no one paid no mind to two high schoolers entering a alley.

The alley way was mostly vacant save for the litter tumbling about. Ignoring Levi calling out your name, you drag him till his back is pushed against the brick wall. It was still daytime so if someone were to look down here they could probably see you two.

"Y-you-" he looks down stunned at the peeved expression on your face. Your arms were crossed and the disgusted look he was so used from others looked amazingly well on your face.

"I should've listen to my friends." You press a pointed finger to his chest and speak in a very low tone. "You've been stalking haven't you?" You're greeted with silence and don't hesitate to raise a hand against Levi's face. The sound of your hand colliding with his cheek was sharp, echoing along with his gasp in the alleyway. His head snapped to the left from the impact and already a pink handprint was swelling on his cheek. The otaku's eyes start to bubble up but your quick to step on his shoe. Hard. You half expected him to cry out in pain but instead you were greeted with a low moan.

"I-Im so sorry" he begins and you can't help but feel slightly amused at his cowering form. You truly had control over him and at that realization warmth spreads through your body. "I don't deserve your friendship at all. I'm just a shitty, shut in, perverted otaku..."

It was quiet for a moment and you lick your lips out of arousal. "I see you're finally learning your place Levi." His head snaps at the sound of him name and you grin before demanding him to sit on the gravelly cement. Like a dog.

Unsurprised that he does as he's told you take note of the situation. It was late in the evening and technically you were still on school grounds. Not to mention this was illegal. The sound of traffic and people passing by made it very clear you could be caught at anytime but you figured you both were far enough in the alley to not be seen. Levi watches you look behind your back before turning your attention to him. He suck your teeth.

"Spread your legs pervert." He frowns not out of disapproval but out of embarrassment as he slowly spreads his legs, again his erection struggling against his uniform. You cross your arms and take on a more neutral expression before demanding him to show him your cock. At that he starts to fluster.

"Wait! I've never done-" he stops short when you stomp your foot down right on his crotch. The seering pain was enough to make the corner of his eyes prick with tears. He toss his head back against the brick wall, holding back a small moan. It took everything in him to not flat out cum on himself.

"Shut that filthy mouth of yours up." He lets out a undignified squeal at the authoritative tone you possessed. "Did I say you can speak? You're opinion does not matter." You twist your left foot over his erection, pushing a groan out the male. There was something exhilarating about being in command over someone so willing. It brought a smile to your face.

Levi watched the smile creep on your face and slowly moves his hand towards your shoe. He stares with keening eyes, begging silently for you to lift the pressure off of him. You do so and he's quick to undo his zipper, pulling his pants and Ruri-chan boxers down so his cock can flop out into view. Just knowing that you were staring at his cock with such concentration made it throb even more.

His dick wasn't nothing extraordinary nor was it lacking. It was pale save for the tip and you couldn't see any veins from where you were standing. It even had a cute little curve to it. You tip your head further to notice that the carpet indeed match the drapes. You snort loudly so he can hear and you back up a bit from him.

Levi watches silently as you press your left foot on your right shoe, lifting a cotton clad foot out of it. His eyes widen and he looks up at you as you step closer. Only then was he highly aware that you two were in public. And for a more he hesitated even though this was a dream come true.

"Do you want this Leviathan?" He blinks. "What?" He flinches for speaking without permission but you shake your head again.

You spoke in a low but very serious tone as you trail your foot scarily close to his begging erection. "If you don't want this then tell me right now and I'll stop." You lean over his head waiting for a answer. Instead Levi gives you a very nervous smile. Heat rises to your cheek at how bashful he looked with those purple bangs covering part of his face.

"I wouldn't have done this with anyone else." That was all you needed to hear. Truth be told you would speak to Levi about the stalking later, perhaps punish him more strictly but right now your number one priority was making said boy wriggle and tremble under your jurisdiction. The laughter of chiildren passing by made a shiver run down your spine as you press a foot against his cock, wiggling your clothed toes against it before moving it up and down experimentally.

Levi was touched by your permission to consent and was more excited when you began your ministrations, huffing softly when your warm foot touched his cock. The cotton was so warm from your blessed skin, the rough exterior from the fabric made his buck his hips.

"A-ah..." he softly calls out your name when you press your big toe against the tip, curling it and pushing down till his cock bended against his school jacket. He pays close attention to you. Your face was still stoic but he notes how closely knit your brows were and how your lips were slightly turned up at the corner. He groans lowly into the vacant alley when you press your heel against his balls. You've just started but he wasn't sure how long he could hold on. This was nothing compared to the videos he watched.

Occasionally he would see you turning your head back to see if anyone was coming. No one looked towards you two and once more you apply more pressure to his cock, basking in how his body arched into your hold. Another wanton moan came from his cute lips and you hiss at him.

"Do you want to get caught? Do you get off at the fact that you're sitting on cold hard cement while I stand over you rubbing my foot against your disgusting cock? How amusing." His cheeks become a deeper shade of red as soft delicate moans of your name rolls off his lips like the sweetest thing ever. You purr his name out and he must've died and gone to heaven. The familiar fuzzy feeling of an approaching orgasm was coming near and his hips were quivering faster too.

"Do you like it when I step on you?"

He nods.

"Do you want to cum all over my sock?" Another delayed nod. And you give him the most sweetest smile you could muster before pulling your foot away at the very moment he needed to cum. He hiccups in mild agitation at his denial orgasm and looks up at you with glassy eyes.

"Too bad." You bend to reach for your shoe, slipping it back on listening to him whimper for your attention.

You spoke dismissively to him although you expression betrayed your strict persona. "We'll finish this at my place. Unless you have something better to do." Not waiting for a reply you turn around and walk away back into the eye of the public slowly catching your breathe.

The facade immediately drops and in your mind your screaming at the fact that you actually went ahead and did that. You were turned on beyond belief. The feeling of dominating Levi was fresh to you and you can't help but curl your foot in your shoe. His cock felt amazing under you.

How would it feel inside your mouth? Or maybe somewhere lower? The sound of Levi moaning you name is drilled forever in your ears. The sight of him babbling and nearly crying over you make the hairs on your arms stand. You wanted more. So much more.

Did this make you a bully? Were you twisted for getting so aroused by him crying underneath you? You were so lost in your thoughts you didn't hear someone calling your name until you feel a timid tug on your jacket. You look up to Levi staring down at more shyly than usual. His cheeks were still pink and his bookbag was suspiciously covering his torso.

"I'm sorry for stalking you..." he murmurs softly. "B-But I really enjoyed your company. I'm not- " he takes a small breathe and continues. “I'm not really good at words so I completely understand if you never want to talk to a incompetent-" you stretch a hand to squish his cheeks. His lips squish together and he looks down at you with confusion. Smiling you let go off his face before taking his hand. He starts to stutter and you lean in closer, pressing yourself against his chest.

"After your spanking we can talk more. How's that sound?"

[spideypool504]

Reckless

Audacity

Part 1

Aideku

Aizawa x Izuku

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"Izu. You've got to come out. It's been two weeks!" He can hear Kacchan banging on the door outside of his new apartment. 

Because he had to move out.

Because the love of his life cheated on him.

Then lied to him and then convinced him that it was his fault that he cheated. 

He was doing fantastic and life couldn't be better. Please know how sarcastic he's being. Because he uses sarcasm now. 

It's the fifth time Kacchan had come over this week. He had let Izuku stay with him for a few nights but he didn't want to impose on his best friend right after he'd basically cut the man out of his life for his asshole husband who he still loved. So he found an apartment not too far from Katsuki's which was convenient for multiple reasons. It was close to his job when he went in and avoided everyone and just go on patrol till he was forced to go home. He had to keep up his appearances because he worked too hard to claim his title as the symbol of hope to just let it slip away from him. Even when he was working the night shift for his manipulative asshole husband he still worked hard to maintain his status in the hero community.

He owed it to himself, Katsuki and all the other little kids that grew up with a less than ideal life. Katsuki fought with him when he switched his hours to night shift because it meant he wasn't able to do the day raids needed to take down villainous operations when they were least expecting it. They did raids at night but the ones that really truly made differences were the ones they did during the day. The ones to take down the drug lords and sex trades and human trafficking rings. Katsuki was pissed at, not so much Izuku but at Shouta. Him being on the outside of the relationship but having a close bond with both of the men, he saw what was happening and almost went on a rampage. The only thing that kept him from blowing the raven's head right off his body was Izuku's broken and desperate eyes begging him not too. 

He should have done it anyway and dealt with an angry Izuku. 

He and Katsuki had come so far since their middle school days of the blonde being his bully. Katsuki came out with it the summer before they started high school and admitted to him he was gay and terrified that Izuku would look at him different so he'd bullied him to try to get Izuku to leave him before he could hate him for reasons he couldn't control. The dumb ass came to his senses after his father had gotten sick and he thought he had no one he could really turn too. Till he found himself subconsciously walking to Izuku's house a few blocks down. He took one look at his best friend's concerned freckled face and knew he fucked up. 

The blonde cried in his best friend's arms the entire night and spilled his soul to him the morning after. Izuku punched him in the arm hard enough to bruise and explained to him why he was stupid. Izuku could never hate him for being gay because he was too. Izuku explained to him that Katsuki could honest to Kami cut off his arm and he'd still be Izuku's best friend. They laughed and cried some more and then got up to make themselves and Izuku's mom breakfast. 

They'd been inseparable from that day on once more until all of this with Shouta happened. Izuku had felt so guilty for abandoning his best friend. He felt ashamed and scared that Katsuki would hate him for leaving their friendship for his marriage.  Katsuki tried to explain to him that there was nothing and no reason  that could ever make it okay for Izuku's husband to step out of their relationship. Tried to get him to see that his husband was making up excuses but Izuku didn't want to hear any of it at that time. He screamed and yelled and swore up and down that it was his fault that Shouta cheated. That he wasn't giving his husband and their relationship enough attention and focusing too much on becoming the symbol of hope. He cried in Katsuki's arms sobbing that it was all his fault and Katsuki simply told him, "I hate what he's done to you" before he let go of Izuku and walked out of their shared office in their agency they built from the ground up together like they always dreamed of doing. 

Izuku didn't bother to put on a shirt as he made his way towards his front door. He turned the latches and undid the deadbolt and let the door creak it's way open to allow his best friend back into his life finally. 

"Fucking finally, Nerd. I've been knocking on this door since Sunday. It's Thursday." Katsuki shuffles Izuku backwards and back into his apartment not letting Izuku say anything otherwise. "This place is disgusting. We're cleaning up and then heading out. And don't fucking fight with me. You need out of this place and I will drag you by your damn ear if you try to say a damn word against it. Try me Izuku." Kacchan glare at him from across the room. Blankets, empty  ice cream cartons and pizza boxes litter the floor between them. When Izuku just nods and gives him a watery smile Katsuki huffs and gestures him to come hug him. Izuku runs over to him and is about to wrap his arms around his best friend but is stopped by a hand to the face shoving him back. "Nope. You smell gross. I've come up with a new plan. You go take a fucking shower, I'll clean up and then we head out." Izuku is shoved towards the hallway where his bathroom and bedroom are located. "You need to not smell like the inside of an elephant's ass." 

With that Katsuki walks back to the living room and kitchen where he hears garbage bags being opened. Izuku huffs in determination to not waste his life away in this apartment anymore and grabs a pair of bright orange boxer briefs and heads to the bathroom to take his shower. 

Izuku doesn't really own anything black or dark grey anymore, it hurt to look at the colors that the love of his life wears on a daily basis. He still had black jeans, dishes, his favorite coffee mug,  underwear and undershirts and such.  It would be ridiculous if he didn't have anything black or dark grey in his possession,  but he just can't stand to look at the colors anymore. They don't bring the comfort they once did, the sense of belonging and home. 

He also changed his shampoo and conditioner scent, his soap, deodorant and threw out his favorite cologne. He didn't want a single thing that reminded him of his husband. He wanted to find and be Izuku Midoriya  once more. He's been Izuku Aizawa for so long, been 'Kitten' even longer and he doesn't know who he is without Shouta anymore so he's decided to start fresh and new. It hurt so much. Almost everything around him  had his heart clenching in pain and dread. He misses sleeping next to Shouta, missing sleeping all together. It took more than a lot to get used to sleeping alone and he was contemplating getting a dog to share his space with. He'd have to move out of this apartment and find a pet friendly one but it would be worth it to have someone to share his home with again and find some sense of normalcy. 

He quickly finished his shower and towel dried himself off, slipped on his underwear and stepped out the bathroom to head back to his bedroom to get clothes. He made his way in and found a set of clothes laid out on his bed. 

"You don't know how to dress yourself if it's not your hero costume." Katsuki was leaning against his door frame with his arms crossed and signature scowl on his face. "Get dressed, I'm done cleaning. We're heading out in fifteen." Katsuki closes the door and Izuku is left to himself once again. 

He looks to the outfit and thanks Kami that Katsuki didn't go crazy with the outfit and it actually looked really comfortable. It was his dark purple acid washed skinny jeans, and a  pastel purple t-shirt that had 't-shirt' written across it. He's surprised to see it, he knows how much his blonde friend hates those shirts.   He quickly gets dressed and was proven right, that it was indeed comfortable. He was grateful. He grabbed the hoodie hanging off his closet door handle and walked out the room to his now spotless and citrus smelling living room. 

"How did you-" He turns to Katsuki with a raised eyebrow but was cut off with a glare. 

"Don't question my magic. You'll insult me and my abilities." There was movement coming from the kitchen but Katsuki was standing still in front of him in the living room.

"You mean my magic, right?" Shouto comes walking around the corner out of his kitchen with a small smirk in the corner of his lips.

"When did you-" Izuku starts to question when his other best friend appeared inside his apartment but is once again cut off. 

"I'm the one that called you and started cleaning before you got here so no, my magic, you bastard." Shouto rolls his eyes and gives them a rare wide smile. 

"Sure babe. My bad." Shouto makes his way into the living room and brings Izuku into a warm hug. "Katsuki told me you finally let him in and called me over. You were still in the shower when I got here so I helped clean up. How're you holding up?" Shouto pulls back from the hug and looks at him with a deep concern. 

"I'm doing great. Can't you tell?" Izuku gives the couple a shaky smile and takes in a deep breath trying to keep the tears right where they are behind his eyes. He's pulled into the hug again with a second set of arms wrapping around both him and Shouto. 

"You don't smell like an elephant's ass anymore but what in the fucking hell is this smell combination you've got going on?" Katsuki wrinkles his nose and Shouto's nose scrunches in distaste when he finally catches a sniff of Izuku. 

"I love you Zu, but  uh ew." Shouto slowly releases him and takes a step back along with Katsuki. 

His ears turn a bright red from embarrassment. "Shouta was the one that always got the shampoo, conditioner and body wash. It was always the same thing and I had an anxiety attack when I tried to shower with it all last week. So I grabbed random things off the shelf and said 'fuck it'." He shrugs his shoulders. 

The two across from him cock their heads to the side and scrunch their eyebrows in confused concern. 

"Fuck it"? The two asked him in unison. 

Izuku shrugs and turns towards his front door to put his favorite red shoes on. He misses the look the couple share behind him and the silent conversation they have. It's interrupted when Izuku's phone lets out a quiet jingle that slowly gets louder till Izuku declines the call. He looked upset to the duo behind him and knew who was trying to get a hold of Izuku's attention. 

"Give me the phone." Shouto startles the other two with his blunt and forceful voice. He's set his face to stone and holds out his hand, waiting patiently for Izuku to comply to the demand. The phone starts to ring again and Shouto narrows his eyes at the green haired man standing in front of him. "Now, Izuku." With that he's handed the phone and walks out of the house with a promise to be back momentarily. 

"How many times have you answered his call?" Katsuki is soft with his words and puts a hand on his shoulder. 

"To many times. He won't give me a real reason why he did it. Or why he lied to me. He won't explain anything just keeps asking for a second chance. I can't Kat. I can't look at him the same and I feel like all of this is my fault." He's taken into Katsuki's arms once again just as his voice breaks and the tears finally start to fall and stream down his face. 

"I'm sure Sho is going to have him stop. He needs to first give you time to process the fuckery he did and then he needs to accept whatever decision you make for your relationship." He's given a squeeze around his shoulders and he sobs loudly into the blonde's chest. 

He cries for a few more moments and by the time he calms his breathing Shouto is back in the house and has slipped his phone into his back pocket and joined the hug. "Everything hurts. All over. I can't stop crying. I can't sleep." He lets out a frustrated growl and roughly drags his hands through his hair, pulling as he went. "I already know what I'm doing but it's so hard. I can't look at him the same. I don't want him to touch me. I just-" He takes a deep breath and deflates. "I just want a divorce. I don't think I could trust him again like I used too. He cheated on me and then succeeded in making me think it was my fault and let me destroy myself for a whole six months. He was ready to let me throw away everything. My career. My passion. My best friend. Everything." He clenches his hands by his sides and he clenches his teeth in ways that his dentist would despise. "He can tell me he loves me all he wants, but you don't do what he did to the person you love."  

Shouto is behind him and rubs his hands up and down his arms, trying to sooth the brokenhearted man in front of him. The dual haired and blonde have seen the once ray of sunshine in front of them cry more times than they could ever count but these cries were different. These were from deep in his soul and heart wrenching, the sorrow he let out had them both seeing red. Such an amazing human should never feel the way he does. He doesn't deserve what happened to him. 

"We'll help you, Izuku." Shouto brings attention to himself with the promise he makes.

"With whatever you need. We'll be here for you." Katsuki adds on for good measure. He lost his best friend for half a year. Over his cold dead body was he allowing anything else to happen to his friend. "We love you, Zu." 

Izuku gives Shouto's hand that stopped on his shoulder a squeeze in thanks and gives Katsuki a wobbly and watery smile. "Thank you. I appreciate it you guys. I appreciate the both of you." 

It's quiet for a moment before Katsuki reaches the absolute end of the amount of mushy he could handle. "Alright! Enough crying! Let's go. We've got shit to do. Starting with getting you something normal to fucking shower with, fuck!" He storms off towards the front door and only pauses to put his shoes on before he's got the door open and demanding for the other two to hurry up. 

Shouto rolls his eyes and ushers Izuku towards the door. "Let's go before he leaves us and we have to walk to wherever the hell he plans on going." There's a chuckle in his voice and Izuku has no choice but to giggle because they both know that Shouto speaks from experience for the both of them. They grab Izuku's set of keys and quickly lock up before running to Katsuki who already had his car running and looked like he was about to drive off without them.

That day on Katsuki and Shouto went over to Izuku's new apartment and made sure he wasn't falling any further into the depressive hole he'd dug himself into. They helped him file for divorce and let him cry himself out in either of their arms after they all three went down to the courthouse to turn in the paperwork. It would be another week before Shouta received the paperwork but Izuku was determined to go through with it. 

He was taking a stand for himself and not backing down to the sweet words that his soon to be ex husband begged him to come back with. The sweet man he once saw in Shouta Aizawa was skewed and he didn't think he'd ever be able to let him back into his heart the way he had him for 15 years. Maybe after Izuku healed and felt more like himself he would sit down with the man and try to get actual answers from him but for now he didn't want any half asses excuses. He didn't want the begging. The apologies that didn't seem as heartfelt as they seemed. Izuku still loved Shouta but he couldn't trust him, couldn't believe in his words any longer. 

For now Izuku had what he wanted and needed. He had himself. He had his childhood best friend that would literally kill for him. He had his herteochomatic best friend that has proven time and time again he'd stick with Izuku through whatever life threw at them. He had his agency he built and ran with his now two best friends after bringing Shouto in as a shareholder over the company. He had the children, young and full grown adult looking up to him as he slowly changed how the world worked. He had found that he had all that he needed staring at him in the face for the longest time. 

And he found that he didn't need Shouta to make his dreams come true. All he needed was himself and the support of his friends. 

*BONUS*

"Give me the phone." Shouto stared at the device in Izuku's hand trying to restrain himself from taking it from the man. His best friend was hurt more and more and not being allowed to mourn and heal every time that phone rang. He was pissed. The phone lit up and started ringing once more with Shouta's name displayed across the screen. That wasn't even a full minute from the last call that rang through the near empty apartment. 'Keep the flames in check Sho. You're inside a very flammable apartment right now.' "Now, Izuku." 

He's finally handed the ringing phone and he doesn't hesitate to step past the broken green man and step outside. Izuku doesn't need to hear what he's got to say. 

He slides his thumb across the screen to answer the call and puts the phone up to his ear. Before the expletives can flow out of his mouth he's interrupted. "Kitten I know. You don't want to hear it but please. Please come home. Let's work on this. I miss you. The kids miss you. We just want you back home. We can work on this. This doesn't have to be our end." He can hear that the man is tired. That makes Shouto happy. 

"You've got some fucking nerve, Shouta. Your balls must drag on the fucking ground for you to be calling Izuku back to back for only he knows how fucking long." He can hear the man on the other end try to make a rebuttal or comment or something but Shouto's not having any of it. "No! How fucking dare you!? After what you did? Where the fuck do you get off dragging Izuku's heart and soul through a damn minefield and then have the audacity to call him and try to make him feel bad leaving you? This is your last call to Izuku. This is your last call to him till he calls you. And I swear to whatever deity there may be if I find out you've tried to come and see him I will skin you alive till e very single nerve you have is on display and then let Katsuki do whatever the fuck he wants. Using him as an excuse to manipulate Izuku. The only reason you're still walking around right now Shouta and aren't in a wheel chair, hospitalized or otherwise is because that would hurt Izuku even more than you already have. Try me Shouta. I really fucking dare you too." His teeth are clenched and he's nearly panting with trying to keep himself from bursting into furious flames. Shouta used to be a good friend of his, truly. But Izuku is his best friend that drug him out of a dark place and saved his life in more ways and times than he could possibly keep track of. Izuku came before all and above all. 

"I understand." Were the last words he heard before he heard the line go silent. Shouto takes a few deep breaths and flexes his hand that isn't holding Izuku's phone and calms himself down before he steps back into the apartment he'd just left. 

He walks in to a loudly sobbing Izuku wrapped up in his boyfriend's arms. He looks Katsuki in the eyes and see them on fire. Katsuki had been taking all of what's been happening harder than Shouto but that was to be expected. Shouto just took a few steps forward, slipped the phone in Izuku's back pocket and joined the hug. 

They were going to do everything they could to get the ray of sunshine back, come hell or high water. 

That was a promise.

[fawndlymade]

28 - “Please tell me you aren’t searching my room for where I’ve hidden the presents." With the bees! :D

Merry Christmas! Hope you like it!

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When Blake slid her key into the lock on her apartment door, she did so silently. The door was shut behind her silently as well, and even with full hands, she managed to toe her shoes off without a single sound.

Not that she meant to make no noise, it was just part of her “mysterious ninja ways” as Ruby liked to put it.

Walking past the living room into the kitchen, Blake could see one of Yang's action movies playing on the TV, although the blonde was nowhere in sight. Figuring Yang was probably in the bathroom at the moment, Blake shrugged it off and opened up the fridge. With Christmas only a day away and a full dinner for eight to make, she had decided to brave the cold to do some restocking.

It wouldn't do to invite everyone over and have nothing to offer, after all. Especially since it was their turn to host Christmas for both their team and JNPR’s.

Once her job was completed and the grocery bags tucked away for next time, Blake made her way to her room to change into something comfier. There was still no Yang to be found in the living room, which was odd. Especially when Blake had thrown her set of keys onto Yang's in the little dish near the front door, and the bathroom was wide open, lights off.

“Maybe she's in her room...?” Blake mumbled to herself.

Her answer came in the form of a loud THUD, and a yelp. But not from Yang's room.

From Blake's.

Rolling her eyes, Blake marched down the hallway and twisted the doorknob, shoving the door open. The sight that greeted her was comical, enough so that Blake had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.

Sprawled out on the ground was Yang, books of every shape and size littering the floor around her. Beside her, tipped on its side was Blake's bookshelf. Lilac eyes went wide when Blake cleared her throat, Yang's mouth opening and closing a few times before, “Umm... this isn't what it looks like, I swear.”

“So you aren't searching my room for where I hid the Christmas presents?” she asked dryly. “Let me guess, you decided to help me redecorate.”

“Yep! Yep, totally, I just figured 'hey, Blake's room is a little drab so why not add some... books to the... err, floor.'”

Blake stared.

Yang winced. “Not buying it?”

“What do you think?”

Walking past the mess, Blake held her hand out to Yang and helped haul the blonde up to her feet. “I suppose it could have been worse, I could have caught you in my underwear drawer.” She smirked at Yang's splutters of denial, gesturing to the books. “We still need to prep the turkey for tomorrow, you know, so you’d better help me clean this up.”

“Ugh, fineeee....”

Together, they managed to get Blake's room back into some semblance of order, although Blake did catch Yang sneaking glances around the room every so often. While Yang had been joking, it was rather drab in the room. She had practically moved into Yang’s room once they had started dating, so her own room held very little of her actual belongings other than clothes and books.

“You're not going to find your present, Yang,” she said, amused. “I promise you, I hid it very thoroughly. And stop pouting.”

“But Blake, it's tradition!” Yang whined. Sliding up behind Blake, warm arms slid around her waist as Yang nuzzled her shoulder. “I can't just not look for presents!”

Sighing, Blake leaned back against Yang's chest. “Perhaps you could be a bit more careful when you look? Why would you even think to check the bookshelf, anyways? You can see everything on it.”

“... I thought I saw a ribbon behind one of your books,” Yang mumbled sheepishly, “but it was just one of your bookmarks.”

Snickering, Blake tilted her head to press her lips against Yang's cheek. “Poor you. Well you just lost your opportunity to find them for the day, because we have a lot of work to do before tomorrow.”

“Yes'm...”

–

Despite Blake's worry, everything seemed to go smoothly.

(Other than a quick scuffle with Yang for her to “go change, what on earth are you wearing??” when Yang came down wearing a red and green sweater with one breast hanging out of a poorly cut hole with an even more poorly drawn set of antlers on her skin and a red pastie on her nipple.

“It's Rudolph, Blake! Embrace the Christmas spirit!”

“The hell it is, go put on something more appropriate before I shove you out into the snow!”)

Dinner was ready by the time Ruby, Weiss, and JNPR arrived, although it had been a close call. Hours later, with everyone pleasantly full on turkey and eggnog, it was time to exchange presents. Pleased and a little exhausted, Blake allowed Yang to start on the dishes as she went around topping off drinks and cleaning up.

“Blake, sit down already,” Weiss called out. “We can give you a hand before we leave for the evening.”

“Weiss is right.” Pyrrha patted the spot beside her. “Come sit. We'd be more than happy to help clean up after ourselves, especially since you and Yang cooked such a lovely meal for everyone.”

“I'm almost done, I promise.” Setting down the last load of dishes in front of Yang, Blake slipped around the counter to squeeze Yang's shoulder. “And you?”

“Just gotta load the dishwasher and I'll be right there, Blakey.” Warm lips pressed against hers briefly and Blake let out a soft hum, eyes drifting shut. Metal fingers slipped down her side to rest on her hip, Yang's thumb rubbing gentle circles there.

“Gross, sis! Get a room already!”

The hand on her waist shifted, and Blake didn't need her eyes to know that Yang had just flipped Ruby off. Weiss' scandalized gasp was telling enough. Pulling away from Yang, she gave her partner a warm smile. “Come join us soon?”

“Definitely.” Yang's head bobbed, and with a final peck on the lips, Blake walked back over to where their friends were waiting. Knowing grins were on Ruby and Nora's faces, while Pyrrha and Jaune were blushing. Weiss looked a tad disgusted, and Ren was... Ren. Rolling her eyes, Blake settled down beside Pyrrha. “Don't give me that look, Weiss. The amount of times that I've walked in on you and Ruby-”

Her words were muffled by a cookie being pressed against her lips, and Blake gave Ruby an exasperated look. The speedster was grinning, although her cheeks were pink. “Shhhh Blake, it's present time!”

“Mmph..”

Waving her hands in defeat, Blake munched on the cookie as Ruby zipped around, passing around everyone's presents. In the effort of saving money, it had been agreed on that they could stick to getting presents for their teams and significant others. Blake was thankful, since budding huntsmen and huntresses didn't have an infinite amount of money to spend.

The couch shifted as Yang plopped down beside her, arm resting on Blake's shoulders. The faunus snuggled close, watching contentedly as presents were passed around.

“Yang's missing a present!” Ruby announced once she was finished. “She only has two, where's yours for her, Blake?”

“I had to hide it, seeing as someone can't keep her paws to herself.” Loathe to get up, Blake gestured for Ruby to come closer so she could whisper the location in her ear. She could see the exact moment Ruby realized, because team RWBY's leader let out a full blown cackle.

“Ohhhh Blake, that's brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?”

Unwilling to miss Yang's reaction, Blake pulled away from her girlfriend as Ruby zoomed off in the direction of-

“Hey! That's my room! What the hell, Blake!” Yang's mouth was open in surprise, and her eyes were full of betrayal. “I can't- you- Blake! I was searching for days and it was in my room the entire time!?”

“Yes.”

“I- but- why?”

To her side, Blake could see Pyrrha's shoulders rising and falling as she covered her mouth. Nora wasn't nearly as discreet though, nearly falling off the couch as she howled with laughter.

“Obviously because you wouldn't think to look there,” she deadpanned. “And because Ruby told me you had a habit of tearing the house apart looking for presents as kids.”

Yang scowled at Ruby, reaching for the beautifully wrapped box from her hands only to have it yanked away as Ruby deposited it in Blake's lap. “Traitor.”

“Can we please open the presents already?” Weiss asked impatiently. Blake chuckled; out of them all, Weiss was the one who looked forward to the gift giving portion of Christmas the most. Something that she hadn't expected when they had first met, but made sense once she had learned about Weiss' family.

Giving Weiss a fond smile, she gestured for her friend to go ahead. It was best they get started, since her and Weiss liked to unwrap their gifts gently (“like old people, Blake! C'mon, just tear it open already!”) unlike the heathens that were their partners.

It seemed that Weiss and Ruby had gone together on a present for her and Yang as a couple, because Blake's jaw dropped when she finally freed the tickets from their wrapping paper. “Guys, you didn't have to- this must have cost-”

“Ap pup pup pup!” Weiss wagged her finger. “We don't talk about prices. Just enjoy it.”

Yang whistled lowly. “Thanks Weiss! How'd you know we wanted to visit the Vacuan hot springs?”

Rather than responding Weiss just side-eyed Ruby, who grinned.

“Well, now that we've been thoroughly outclassed...” Blake grumbled good naturedly, “I guess you can open ours next.”

“Please, you know money isn't everything, Blake,” Weiss said, delicately undoing the tape that held their present together. “We'll love anything you get us- Ruby!”

Ruby's eyes glittered as she held her newly captured present in her hands. “You're taking too long, Weiss! I wanna see what it is!” And without further ado, she ripped the paper to shreds, holding up a rather large book. “Ohhh, a.... book?”

“Just open it, Rubes,” Yang prompted gently.

Sitting down beside Weiss, Ruby opened the book. It wasn't an actual book, but rather a photo album that both Blake and Yang had painstakingly crafted together. There were plenty of pictures of the team together, but also of JNPR, CFVY, and just Weiss and Ruby together, spanning from their first year at Beacon to last week during an impromptu snowball fight.

“Oh my gosh... Oh my gosh, Yang! Blake!” A black and red blur nearly tackled Blake out of her seat, and Blake giggled as she pat Ruby on the back. Once she had finally been freed (Ruby clinging to Yang instead like an octopus), Blake found herself on the receiving end of a hug from Weiss.

“You like it then?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“I love it,” Weiss whispered, giving her another squeeze. “Thank you.”

Once everyone had finally settled, Blake turned to Yang and cleared her throat. “Yang?”

“Yeah babe?”

Blake opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Closed it again. Finally she sighed and pushed the box into Yang's hands. “Here.”

“Uhh... thanks?”

Yang was too focused on the box in her hands to notice everyone's excited stares. Blake wasn't though, and she found herself fidgeting nervously as she tried to ignore Nora's thumbs up and Ren's calm smile. Jaune was practically bouncing in his seat, even as Pyrrha put a steadying hand on his lap. Ruby was grinning wide, nearly vibrating in place, Weiss was giving Blake an approving nod, and Yang was-

“... Blake?”

Blinking, Blake found her gaze drawn back to her girlfriend and the small box in her hand, open to reveal a golden band. Teary lilac eyes stared up at her, and Blake could barely squeak out a small “y-yes?”

“I-is this... Are you...”

She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut. “Yes...”

“You're such a jerk, Blake...”

“I-what?” That wasn't what she was expecting. That wasn't even a no. “Excuse me?”

A warm hand gripped hers, and Blake found her fingers closing around a small box. “I can't believe you beat me to it!” Peeking one eye open, Blake could see Yang grinning at her even as a few tears trickled down her cheeks. “Open your present, Blakey.”

With shaky hands, Blake dutifully opened her gift. Just like the one she had given Yang, a small box rested inside the wrapping paper, a small golden band with a single stone on it. “Oh...”

“Yeah, oh.” Yang giggled. “Now I'm really glad I couldn't find my present.”

“It would've ruined the surprise,” Blake agreed absently. Her own cheeks were wet. “So... I take it that's  a yes?” She could practically hear everyone's groans of  “obviously” and “duh!” but she tuned them out. She needed to hear it from Yang.

“That's definitely a yes.” Yang's fingers cupped her cheek, and Blake allowed herself to be pulled into an eager kiss by her gir-

Her fiancée.

She was being kissed by her fiancée.

Around them, she could hear the sounds of people getting up, congratulations floating through the air. Footsteps echoed, the door opened and closed a few times, and then finally they were alone.

“You never said yes, you know.”

Blake found herself reaching forward as Yang pulled away, only to have her hands grabbed and her fingers laced together with Yang's.

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Maybe, but I still want to hear it.”

“Yes, I'll marry you, dummy.” Pressing her lips to Yang's, she murmured a soft, “Merry Christmas, Yang.”

“Merry Christmas, Blake.” Yang's eyes sparkled with delight. “Or rather... marry Christmas, eh?”

“...I changed my mind, get out.”

“Wha- Blake, c'mon!”