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monstersandmaw · 4 years ago

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Sleep paralysis demon/nightmare x reader (nsfw)

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This was begun on a Twitch writing stream, with lots of input from the chat, and while I did say I would post it straight to Tumblr, I ended up adding another 3k words to it, and a tiny bit of plot, so I figured I'd put it up on Patreon first. Since Patreon supporters voted so highly for a ‘nightmare’ on the 'next monsters' poll (thank you!), I thought it should go up there first too.

Our reader has been experiencing anxiety and insomnia lately, and this draws something to us... There's a bit at the start that's got creepy vibes to it, but the creature means us no harm. Because of the sleep paralysis element, I'm going to say watch out for non-con vibes, but nothing really happens without our consent first time round. Just putting it here in case that's a major issue for anyone.

Ft. dapper mothman landlord Reggie, and gnoll best friend too.

“You’re living where now?” Francis practically barked into his whisky as you sat together after work. The gnoll’s enormous, dish-like ears flicked forwards, dark and fuzzy and full of concern. “Seriously, you do know how shitty that part of town is, right?”

“It’s not that bad,” you growled, taking a sip of your own drink and leaning back into the soft leather back of the chair. You stifled a yawn and blinked, the exhaustion of a week’s worth of broken sleep catching up to you in one brutal rush.

Francis flicked an ear and levelled you with a flat look, dark eyes serious for once. “You’re kidding…?”

“Ok, fine, it’s not amazing, but it’s really not the worst bit of town. Anyway, it’s all I can afford right now until I find a new job.” That seemed to shut him up on the subject, at least for now. He couldn't argue with your dwindling bank balance after all.

“When’s your first interview?” he asked, raising the whisky to his lips and sipping it with surprising elegance for someone with such big hands and such a powerful jaw.

Taking a deep breath, you forced the nerves down and muttered, “Monday. I’m not prepared, but at least it’s something.” You tried not to think about the inbox full of rejection letters which, in a mere two sentences and with surgical succinctness, told you that they were not hiring, nor looking to hire, nor to take on any new staff just at the moment. Thank you for your interest.

It wasn’t interest; it was sheer bloody desperation.

“You’re not going to be at all prepared if you get mugged to death on your way home tonight,” Francis grumbled.

“It’ll be fine.”

He looked at you again and took another final drink of his whisky, long tongue lapping out the remaining dregs before he set it down with a clonk on the circle-stained table. “Please text me when you get there?”

With a solemn promise to do just that, you stood and he followed you outside into the cool evening. A scuffle of dry leaves drew your attention to your right, and the fleeting shadow of a cat projected huge along a brick wall made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Francis’ concern had got you jumping at the smallest things, and as you separated from him with a warm hug and the reiterated promise that you’d be fine, you gritted your teeth and told yourself in no uncertain terms not to flinch at the slightest sound.

To be honest, the neighbourhood honestly wasn’t that bad. There had been a few break-ins, and the police had conducted a drug raid a few streets over last month, but other than that, it was mostly just… tired. Perhaps it would be the subject of the city council’s next ‘rejuvenation’ scheme, and some commerce and life could finally be injected back into this wallowing, languishing, crumbling part of town. Still, the mothman who had let you rent one of the apartments in his old, converted town house had been very pleasant when you’d met to discuss rent, and that had gone a long way towards heartening you. Without his offer, you might not have had anywhere at all.

You tried to keep that fact in mind as you passed by the closed grocery store, the lights inside low, the neon sign flickering and drawing moths to it like supplicants to a shrine. For a moment, you caught the rapid drumbeat of footsteps behind you and tensed. In under a minute, they disappeared down a side street, and you let out a shaky breath. “Get a grip,” you breathed, reaching into one pocket for your keys all the same.

After fifteen minutes of striding at a quicker pace than was cardiovascularly comfortable, the old, slightly shabby, turn-of-the-last-century building loomed out of the gathering night. At the pedestal-base of the antique, cast-iron street lamp, a narrow pool of golden light shimmered and flickered intermittently, illuminating cracks in the pavement that seemed larger and more treacherous than they had in full daylight. Your imagination conjured black, coiling shadows creeping up from those dark cracks in the earth like smoke on a stage set, and as you paused a moment beneath it to sort your keys out, a breath of wind stippled goosebumps across the nape of your neck.

Glancing once over your shoulder, half expecting to discover someone standing silently at your back, you found nothing at all out of place, swallowed, and scuttled up the uneven garden path to the main door of the converted apartments.

No sooner had you put the key in the lock than the door rattled and swung open from the other side. Reeling away in surprise, you stumbled half a pace backwards and gasped as your eyes registered nothing but blackness inside the hallway beyond. From within the swath of darkness, two points of crimson glowed, then tilted slightly to the side, and you would have shrieked, had the entity inside not murmured your name at that exact instant in his deep baritone.

“Reginald!” you practically whimpered in relief, body going slack as you encouraged your heart rate back to normal with steadying breaths, and then huffed an embarrassed laugh. “You scared me… sorry. I’m just super jumpy this evening.”

“No, no,” the mothman purred, stepping delicately out onto the path and holding the door open for you with his lower right arm. His black fur rippled and shimmered in the soft night breezes and he buzzed his wings once. The fur around his nose was beginning to turn silver, and on his hands and around his antennae too. “I apologise. I felt you coming and I should have announced myself. How are you settling in?”

“Fine,” you croaked, equilibrium mostly recovered. The cool night wafted across your clammy skin and calmed your racing heart while you stood there making polite conversation with him until you yawned conspicuously.

“Thank you for indulging an old moth, but I shan’t keep you up any longer. You look as though you could use some sleep,” he said, inclining his head in an old-fashioned bow, antennae dipping too and making you think of a gentleman dipping his hat at you. As you headed inside, fumbling on the wall for the light switch, you heard the distant buzz of his wings, and closed the door with a soft click as Reginald took off into the night.

The decor of the main areas of the building left a bit to be desired, with the odd peeling corner and scuff on the antique dado rail, but it was clean, which had set it well apart in the list of other apartments you'd scouted in the last month or so, and as you traipsed up the stairs to your first floor flat, the boards creaked raucously beneath your feet. No one was sneaking in or out of here without making a huge racket, and that thought provided a little comfort.

The interview on Monday loomed in your mind, ticking your resting heart rate up higher than normal, but after you went through the motions before bed with a strange sense of detachment, you let the weariness building behind the anxiety creep over your limbs and draw your eyelids down. Reginald hadn’t been wrong when he’d remarked on your appearance; it had been a while since you’d slept really well. So, it was with a familiar sense of dread that you let your mind slide away into unconsciousness, praying that the nightmares that had plagued your sleeping mind would stay away that night.

With a jolt, your eyes flew open to find the room dark, the street lamp outside extinguished, and a familiar sense of crushing dread weighing on your chest. Lying there, motionless, you breathed slowly, trying to figure out what had woken you so suddenly. Nothing stirred, and as you strained your ears, you caught no whisper of autumn leaves in the reaching branches of the walnut tree outside.

No sooner had you closed your eyes again, hoping to slide back into dreamless sleep, something touched your hair with a spider-light touch and you tried to scream and flail. Finding yourself utterly unable to move, you could only lie there as adrenaline flooded your whole body, your throat went dry, your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, and the sensation returned, stronger now.

Pinprick sharp claws - like a cat’s but much, much larger - raked through your hair, softly stroking your scalp, and you felt a silent scream tear itself from your chest. Something was there in the dark with you and you couldn’t move a muscle.

A shadow in the blackness of the room, a darker blur than the rest of the inky room, shifted along your bed from behind you in a coiling tendril, unfurling across the sheets and over your body like the root of a plant or the limb of an octopus, and your blood began to hammer in your ears. All you could do was lie there and gasp for breath.

Claws, long and glistening and dripping with darkness, scraped almost gently down your temple and as the entity moved into your limited field of vision, you felt another soundless yell rip itself from you. An involuntary trembling began in your limbs as a dark, black, skull-like face loomed over you, a wide maw stretching open to reveal rows of needle-sharp teeth.

You were going to die. If this was a nightmare, you’d probably be found a few days later, dead of a heart attack, and if it were real… gods above - the thought of being mugged was abruptly shunted to the bottom of your list of things to fear in this neighbourhood. The last thing you’d said to Francis was ‘I’ll be fine.’

The creature opened its mouth wider and wider as if trying to draw out your soul from your body, teeth glistening, breath completely silent, leaning in close to your face. It looked veiled, somehow, as if a wet, gauzy material had been draped over a skeletal form, which then stuck to the emaciated body beneath. With a jolt, you realised it looked like a shrouded corpse, wrapped in black fabric. The ragged shreds of material that floated eerily, slowly, as if the creature were underwater and the wisps were nothing more than kelp, and the tips constantly dissolved into fine smoke that curled lazily around the figure.

Was this Death itself?

Please… you begged silently. Please… I don’t want to die.

To your surprise, the creature tilted its terrifying head to one side in a motion that reminded you of a cat; as though it was curious.

Oh please don’t be something that toys with your prey first…

Fractionally, the entity drew back a fraction, though its four-inch long, sickle-claws remained at the side of your face. As you stared at it, wide eyed and sweating with fear, you got the fleeting impression of an emaciated torso and two equally skeletal arms beneath the floating veil.

In a moment of oddly detached clarity, you wondered if it could understand you.

It nodded.

The fuck?

That grin stretched wider. It had teeth like an angler fish, and the moment you thought that, all you could imagine was it lunging for you out of the darkness like a sprung trap, teeth sinking in, blood pouring, ending in nothing but pain and fear…

The creature nudged its clawed hand against your lips, and for a horrible moment you thought it was going to slice open the skin of your mouth, but instead, like anaesthetic wearing off, your lips began to tingle. You could move them again. Swallowing, you rasped, “Can… you understand me?”

Again, the entity nodded and retreated a little further from the bed. Like an aura of shifting mist around it, the darkness of the room rippled and moved, and you realised it really was floating beside your bed, one hand tethered to the headboard, the other near your shoulder.

“Can you speak?”

The creature paused, going still, and the air in the room thrummed with a sudden tension. Your lungs squeezed and your ribs creaked under the pressure of it.

Eventually the strain on the atmosphere snapped, and a rasping, polyphonous voice from somewhere to your right hissed, “Yes.”

Stunned, you could only lie there as it remained beside you, suspended and shifting like waterweed in a lazy current.

“What do you want?” you managed to croak. You still couldn’t move anything else but your eyes and your mouth. “Are you going to hurt me?”

Again, the air seemed to vibrate, and a chill ran through you.

“Is that you?” you asked. “Are you doing that?”

This time it took longer for the creature to make a sound, but it nodded slowly first. Its claws returned to your body and you gasped as the muscles unlocked and you found you were able to move again. Scrabbling to sit up, you blinked, and the creature twitched, lurching backwards away from you like a skittish horse.

“You can’t be… You’re afraid of me?” you blurted, almost laughing. It didn’t seem like it wanted to hurt you or scare you any more, but the surreal vision beside your bed was enough to keep your heart pounding. “Are you Death?”

Its wide maw stretched open again, revealing its mouthful of deadly teeth, and you balked, fear leaping into your throat again as you clutched the sheets around you like a child. Those claws could slice a sheet - or a body - to ribbons, and yet you clung to them.

It reached out slowly for your ankle, latching its long fingers around the joint, and you choked out a whimpering yell. Knowing you were alone in the house, with Reginald out on his nightly business and the only other apartment in the building still unoccupied, your fear crescendoed to a peak and your words failed you.

With what appeared to be a gargantuan effort, the entity paused, then inhaled, and then chorused, “Not. Death. You… fear… me…”

No shit, you thought. “What do you want?”

“Fear… is… all I… know… Without it… I am… nothing.”

Was that sadness that tinged its many voices? Was there more than just one entity within those constantly-twisting shadows?

“Just… me,” the creature murmured, half-turning away and releasing its solid grip around your leg.

The emotion in those two words made something crack inside you. “You’re lonely…” you breathed, and the creature began to tremble, glitching like a badly aligned SCART connection.

In that instant, your fear drained out of you to be replaced by a wave of compassion, and the tension left your muscles. Whatever this was, it was alone as well.

The creature’s form continued to flicker, and as you blinked in confusion, the misty veil covering them seemed to boil off, leaving nothing but the emaciated, charred-looking skeletal figure beneath, strangely vulnerable for just a heartbeat before it seemed to evaporate away altogether.

The stillness in the room left your mind reeling as you sat there. Had you dreamed the whole thing?

Scrambling, your fingers found the light switch beside the bed, and you squinted and scowled as harsh, yellow light flooded the room at the click of a button. Nothing was out of place beyond, and no hint of creeping shadows drew your eye.

“Are you still there?” you whispered, but after waiting for what felt like hours, you got no answer.

If you returned to sleep at all that night, it would be a miracle, but still you tried. Lying in the dark a good while later, and curled on your side with your eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t help straining your hearing for the slightest hiss of claws on fabric, but nothing came, and eventually, you must have drifted off into an exhausted sleep. Remarkably, no nightmares plagued you that night, and when you woke the next morning, you felt oddly peaceful and well rested for a change.

You stretched and yawned, and only remembered about the strange experience from the night before when the soft weave of the cotton sheet snagged across your ankle and a sharp prickle made you frown.

Upon investigation, you discovered a long, thin scratch in your skin, as if a cat had nicked you with its claws in passing.

You froze.

It had not been a dream after all.

For the next two nights, nothing unusual happened, unless you counted the fact that you actually slept well for the first time in weeks. You found it almost physically impossible to make it past midnight, whereas before you’d frequently seen midnight tick by and vanish into the past as you lay there with prickling eyes and an exhausted, restless body, anxiety tingling along your nerves, counting the minutes as time ticked closer to dawn.

Astonishingly, as you faced the interviewer on Monday morning, you felt alert and almost chipper.

The naga smiled and held out a hand to you as she wrapped the interview up. “Thank you so much for your time,�� she said. “You’ll hear back from us tomorrow, most likely, but let me say now that I was extremely impressed.”

Your brows rose and she laughed kindly at your evident surprise. “Thank you,” you croaked, and left politely before you ruined anything.

That night, you lay back alone on your bed after celebrating with Francis again, spread-eagled and stared at the ceiling. The old-fashioned plaster moulding made it look like you were underwater, especially if the huge tree outside swayed in the wind and cast shifting, kaleidoscope patterns on it. A cold draft prickled over you and you shivered. “Is that you?” you asked almost hopefully, wondering if the nightmare creature was back.

Nothing.

With a huge sigh, you looked around without moving, nervous in case you spooked it. “Listen, if you’re the one that’s given me such amazing sleep lately, then… well… thank you. I think I might have got the job…”

A movement in the darkest corner of the room caught your attention, but when your gaze landed on it, all was as it should be.

“Seriously, if you’re there, please… let me know.”

Again, you experienced that strange pulling sensation, like some kind of energy was being drawn from the room, and as you sat up, your bedside lamp flickered. In front of the darker form of your dressing gown on the back of the door, something had begun manifesting into a tall, slender figure. Shrouded as before in shadow, the creature glided forwards, every bit like a nightmare, and your heart thudded.

“Afraid…” came a chanting, polyphonic voice, “And yet not…? How?”

“Have you seen yourself lately?” you hissed. “You’re kind of intimidating. What are you?”

“Nightmare…” it hissed.

You blinked. “You’re a literal nightmare?”

Its claws glinted in the half-light of your small bedside lamp as it just hung there, swaying softly like a corpse on a gallows. “Yes.”

“What are you doing here? Does Reginald know you live here?”

It turned away and you saw a ribcage jutting out like a mummy’s fragile body, though every inch of them was a soft, matte black, pock marked like volcanic stone.

It shook its head. “I found you…” it croaked in its struggling, faltering voice. “Your fear… drew me… to you.”

“You vanished when I stopped being afraid,” you said and again, the creature nodded.

“I was using your fear to… manifest. Without it… I could not stay.”

“But you’re not using my fear now, are you?” you were excited, your heart was pattering out a wild rhythm, but you weren’t afraid.

It shook its head.

“How?”

Turning towards you, it brought up one lethally clawed hand and let a tendril of wisping black smoke play through its dead-looking hand. The fingers were longer than a human’s, and tipped in those sickle claws. “You sleep… better now,” it said, as if that explained everything.

Sitting there on the bed, you frowned. “Yeah, the nightmares have gone and — wait, are you… are you feeding on other nightmares?”

Slowly, the creature nodded. “I fought one that night, for you…” it rumbled. “I won. Now… they fear me.”

“And me? Do I have to fear you?”

The nightmare shook its shrouded head, the fabric wafting slowly as it billowed around the skeletal body beneath.

“So why are you here? Why me?”

“May I… come closer?” it asked.

“So long as you’re not going to hurt me,” you said in a reedy, weak voice. “A bit closer is fine…”

Hovering, the nightmare seemed uncertain, but then made up its mind and loomed a fraction nearer. This close, the glow from your lamp gilded the empty sockets of its skull and showed the stretching maw, and while you might not have been terrified any longer, it certainly made you wary.

“Will not hurt you…” the creature snarled. “I swear it.”

“Ok, fine, but you can’t blame me for being a bit… you know… I’ve never met anything like you before, and you are technically in my apartment…”

“Should I leave?”

Probably, but you found you didn’t want that just yet. “No, not yet. Can you answer some more of my questions?”

It shrugged. “I will try. Remaining here is tiring though. I don’t have much time left.”

“Where do you go?”

“There are many realms beside yours… Nightmares exist… in the cracks between, belonging nowhere, lingering only a while…”

“Sounds lonely,” you muttered.

“It is. That is why I stayed. You… You spoke to me, even when you were afraid. I have never had that before.”

The mist moved like snakes between its fingers and you watched, half mesmerised. “Your claws… are they why I couldn’t move?”

It nodded. “Sleep paralysis causes… much fear. I’m sorry I had to… frighten you to show myself.”

You snorted and pulled your legs close to sit cross legged on the bed, staring at the hovering nightmare in your room. It was so surreal, you wondered if you’d hit your head on the way home. “You tried to reassure me at the same time as scaring me shitless didn’t you?”

It flashed its claws again and swung a close to you. “Soft,” it purred, now mere inches from your face.

This close up, you found yourself frightened again. The horror of its empty black eyes, its gaping maw full of black, pointed teeth, the coiling shadows around it, its skeletal hands with tipped with onyx scythes… and yet, they smelled like the very best of winter nights; slightly smoky with a coldness that, as you inhaled, stung the back of your throat.

“Afraid, and yet not,” it repeated.

“Can I touch you?”

The nightmare clearly had not been expecting that, but nodded. Trembling, you brought your fingertip to its cheek. The skin was cool and hard like leather, but a fine mist floated around them, and you realised that the shroud wasn’t cloth at all, but intangible and made simply of smoke and shadow. The creature shuddered and you pressed your whole palm to their face as they leaned into your touch.

A moment later, they began to flicker and let out a broken moan. “I cannot stay.”

“Come back?” you whispered.

The mouth that held the promise of death, with all those teeth, suddenly smiled and they nodded. After that, they vanished.

Another week went by, but as you faced the fears of starting a new job, and the nearer that your starting date drew, the better you slept.

“It’s you again, isn’t it?” you asked the empty, black room on the night before you started work. “Come on, come out. You’ve been trying to manifest all week. I can feel it.”

Rippling out of the darkness, the nightmare swayed towards your bed and hung in the space beside it, drifting.

“Thank you,” you smiled and stood up. The nightmare didn’t move as you walked towards it, and this time when you reached for it, the creature did anticipate it, wafting closer, apparently keen for the contact. “I actually missed you, you know?” you said as the creature’s whole body quivered.

It brought its hand up to your face in a mirror of your gesture and brushed the curved back of its claws against your cheek. It tingled but you were still able to talk.

“You can touch me,” you whispered, drawing it back towards your bed by taking its skeletal fingers in yours.

Having its permission, the nightmare raked those claws through your hair with a tenderness that left you breathless. “Let me take the fear from you…” it murmured.

Examining your feelings, you discovered a small knot of anxiety about tomorrow, and smiled. “Leave me a little bit, ok? Trust me, a bit of nerves helps.”

Nodding, it leaned close and inhaled.

Standing there beside the bed, your body ignited with what could only be described as a deep and yearning lust, and you gasped, knees going weak. The nightmare caught you as you swayed, head spinning, and laid you easily down on the bed, despite the fact that it hardly looked strong enough to withstand a slight draft.

“What…?” you gasped, core burning.

The creature looked at a loss as it hung in the space beside your bed.

“I’m assuming this has never happened to you before?” you snorted, feeling a little recovered. “How lonely do I have to be to get turned on by a literal nightmare?”

A chuffing laugh made you look back at them.

“You find that funny too?” you asked and they nodded. “Well, if I’m honest… now that I know you’re not going to hurt me, I think you’re kind of beautiful.”

A soft, broken, crooning sound escaped them and they floated nearer, hovering over your bed and extending a hand to stroke talon-tips down your cheek again. “You are beautiful,” it murmured in all its numerous, whispering voices.

“Touch me,” you breathed.

“It will paralyse you,” they snarled, leaning backwards. “I can only… control it for so long.”

“But you won’t hurt me, and it’ll wear off, right?”

They nodded.

“Then touch me… please… I… I want your touch,” and you did. In a way you’d never felt with anyone else, human or otherwise, you needed them.

Rearing closer to you, the creature hung in the air above you like a cloud. It raked its claws down your body, but instead of shearing your clothes open, they simply evaporated, reappearing on the floor nearby in a tangled, crumpled heap.

“Neat trick,” you muttered before gasping as their hands landed on your bare torso, spreading their fingers wide and inhaling again. “Magic?”

“In dreams, anything is possible. We are not bound by your laws.”

“Of course not, but you’re —” you cut off sharply as they opened their mouth and a long, black tongue slithered free and coiled around your hardening nipple. You lurched and your back arched before falling back onto the bed. A tingling spread rapidly all down your right side as their hands gripped you more strongly now.

Working steadily first down one side and then the other, the nightmare scraped its teeth over you in a hundred scratching lines that made you want to yelp and buck, but their paralysis had begun to sweep over you. Every almost-bite it chased with its soothing, teasing, paralysing tongue and fingertips until you could do nothing but tremble and twitch beneath its touch.

A voice hissed, “I will know if you want me to stop,” and you let the last of your fears slide away, giving into the intense pleasure that their mouth offered on your body.

Finally, breath heaving, you felt your release crashing towards you. Never before had you been utterly immobile like this. You wanted to thrash and buck, to squirm and writhe - the pleasure was so intense and visceral that you needed to scream, but the nightmare held you in its grasp and wrung your release from you with relentless focus. Before you could recover fully, it demanded a second orgasm hot on the heels of the first and you thought you might shear apart with the force of it.

Gasping for breath, you begged silently to be allowed to move again, and as it sat back, that long, clever tongue lapping up the last of your release, it touched you once again and your body went slack.

“Oh my god,” you panted. “I’ve never come like that…”

“Your… energy,” they whispered, touching their fingers and thumb together as if their skin was tingling too. Something cool and dark slid over your leg and you looked down to find black liquid dripping from their robes, all over your legs from where they were hovering above you.

You had to laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re switching careers to an incubus now?”

The nightmare looked at you. “It’s just you,” they said. “I want only you.”

“If you’re going to make me come like that, I think we could come to an arrangement…”

The creature grinned, showing all its deadly teeth, and you lay back and stared at the ceiling for a long time, drained and tired but deeply satisfied. You didn’t even notice yourself sliding into a blissful sleep.

When you woke with your alarm the next morning, there was no trace of the creature, but on the back of the door as you were preparing to leave, you found the words ‘good luck’ scraped into the surface of the wood.

“You’d better come back and fix that tonight,” you grumbled with a smile on your face as you spotted it. Even as you stared at it, the wood melted back into the shape it had always been before, and in its place, a simple, line-drawn heart appeared.

You snorted. “See you later,” you said as you grabbed your coat and headed out. “And… well… thank you.”

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Control and Release - 8

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TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

*this is a repost as Tumblr deleted the last one

Summary: With the rest of the staff caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, dub-con, nipple clamps,(more warnings as the story continues)

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Your hotel room is a long elevator ride up at the Four Seasons. It’s twice the size of your apartment and the mattress is the most comfortable thing you’ve ever felt in your life.

Sam’s big meeting isn’t until the morning, but he had plenty to go over with Pepper so you were sent to your room until he calls for you. You take a shower and order room service for a snack, then sit at the end of the bed and watch TV as the hours tick by.

By the time he texts you, you’re beyond ready and full of nervous anticipation. Every inch of your body is lotioned and soft, hair curled and makeup minimal but enough to add a little oomph to your everyday look.

Picking up the phone you read the message from Keith Campbell.

Open your gift and put it on. Come up my room. Wear a dress, we’re going out.

“My gift?” you mutter. There’s a knock at the door right on cue. You collect a box from the bellhop, thanking him and kicking the door shut behind you. The box itself is wrapped in nondescript, white paper and you tear it open to reveal a pearly iridescent box with the name Dark Garden Lingeriescrawled across the top.

Inside is a matching black bra and panties. Upon closer inspection, you discover the panties are crotchless, and a thrill of anticipation runs up your spine. There are garters and thigh-high pantyhose underneath them and you take out the full set, stripping down to try it on.

It takes a few tries to get it right, but when you’re done you admire yourself in the mirror. The garter sits smoothly around your waist, the rest of the set perfectly in place. It dawns on you that Sam knows your measurements. He paid close enough attention to be able to order lingerie that fits like a glove. He’s given this thought, took the time to pick out something specific to his tastes. This little delivery was pre-planned.

For the first time, you wonder if he thinks about you with the same fascination you have for him. Not wanting to indulge those thoughts you focus on the matter at hand.

You’re better prepared this time. You overpacked, and have something you think will be perfect for the occasion. It’s a bright red one shoulder cocktail dress that falls just above the knee. It’s daring but also conservative, a commentary on Sam if ever there was one.

Waiting in the hallway you knock on Sam’s door, shifting from one foot to the other. The uncertainty of your time with him makes your blood run hot, a tingle that always sets in when you know you’re about to see him.

The door swings open and there he is in an expertly tailored navy blue suit that was clearly made for him. It’s easy to get caught up in who he is and your relationship with him, but all that aside, he’s a devastatingly handsome man.

He stands there with his hand on the door, inspecting you from head to toe before stepping aside. “Come in.”

You step into his room and he shuts the door behind you.

“You look beautiful,” he comments, stalking around you in a full circle.

“Thank you for my gift.” You lick your lips as he comes to stand in front of you.

“You’re wearing it?” He grins.

As if he even needs to ask.

“Yes,” you confirm. “Would you like me to show you?”

“Not right now. We’ll save that for later.” He steps closer, lifting his hands to curl around the back of your neck, his thumb resting in the dip between your collar bones. All of his fingers stroke up the back of your neck, sending a spine tingling chill from head to toe. He rarely touches you, so the feeling of his warm hands lingering on your skin is a treat.

You look up as he stares down at you and the world narrows down to this moment. His fingers press on the base of your skull, thumbs pressing softly at your jugular notch as you stare at each other.

This is by far the most intimate moment you’ve experienced with Sam. He’s close and quiet, inches from your face, close enough that you can feel his breath. It’s as if you’ve been drugged, willing to do anything he asks of you. One of his thumbs moves up to press at the front of your throat, feeling you swallow.

“I’m going to take you to dinner,” he whispers, mouth getting closer by the second. His lips brush the corner of your mouth as he speaks. “And then I’m going to bring you back here and fuck your tits. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” you whimper, eyes closed as you swim in the feeling of him.

“I’m going to test your limits tonight, Y/N.” Your legs feel weak as he speaks, knees threatening to give out. “Some things may hurt but I promise you’ll like it all. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you whisper, mouth falling slack.

“If you’re good for me tonight, tomorrow I’ll fuck your pussy,” he murmurs, his mouth moving to the shell of your ear. “I bet you're so tight. Bet that wet little cunt is just begging for a cock.”

You wheeze, breath rattling in your throat as your sex begins to tingle. Part of you thought maybe he’d never actually fuck you. That this is all some power game designed to make you crave him but never actually give you what you want. If it means he’ll fuck you, you’d crawl on the floor and bark like a dog if he asked you to.

“I’ll be good.” This pledge comes out as a whine, strained and low as he pulls back to look at you.

“I know you will,” he affirms. “Now let's go have something to eat, shall we?”

You slide into the backseat of a sleek, black car and Sam settles in next you, immediately rolling up the privacy window that separates the back from the driver. You’ve barely pulled away from the curb when he reaches over and hooks a hand under your knee, laying your leg over his thigh, effectively opening you up for him.

You don’t say anything just turn to watch him as he’s focused on his where his fingers are trailing up your inner thigh, brushing gently up past the thigh highs and garter clips, until he finds exposed flesh. You suck in a breath and he grins like a wolf, refocused on whatever new torture he has in store.

“Are you wet?” he asks softly, fingers moving closer to your trembling apex.

“Ahuh.” The second the word leaves your mouth you tense up, and you feel a slap on the inside of your thigh, just above the knee.

“What did I say about talking like that?” he chastises, looking for your confirmation.

“I’m sorry. I meant yes. I’m wet.” Squirming in the seat you draw in a breath and try to sit still. It seems an impossible task with his hand inching up further and further and then you feel it. The tips of two fingers easily find the obscene hole in the crotch of your panties, sinking into your wet flesh up to his first knuckle.

“Yes you are,” he shakes his head. “What about today turned you on the most?”

“The plane was challenging,” you gulp. “But when you tell me what you’re going to do to me later, I love that. And I like when you touch me.”

“Of course you do,” he coos, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing over it lightly.

You jerk as he grazes the most sensitive part of you. You’ve been throbbing since the flight and this might prove to be your undoing.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” Your mouth falls open, fighting the urge to close your legs around his hand.

“That’s not the way to ask.” He presses harder at your clit and you groan as his fingers sink deeper inside you. “What you meant was may I cum?”

“May I cum?” you rasp, shifting in the seat, canting your hips forward for relief but it only makes it worse.

“Absolutely not,” he quips, giving your clit one last press before removing his hand from between your legs. “Open your mouth.” You do as he says, jaw falling open as he slides his two sullied fingers over your tongue. “Suck.”

You can taste your own pussy on him. This act elicits a kind of strange arousal that you never knew would turn you on until he did it the first time. As he begins to slide his fingers deeper, you wonder if he’ll ever have you suck his cock after he fucks you, make you swallow his shaft, coated in your slick.

His fingers push deeper and you gag for a moment before regaining control, opening your throat so that he can push as deep as he wants. You’ve taken his cock deeper than this, but it’s an altogether different feeling to have his fingers wiggling in the back of your throat.

“Look at me.” He commands and you snap to attention, wide-eyed while he fucks your mouth with his fingers. A tear slides down your cheek, as you clench your thighs together. Your throat makes its own unique squelching sound and it’s enough to make your cunt clench, the thought of him using you like this is filthy and beyond exciting.

“That’s enough for now I think.” He removes his finger from your mouth and you close your eyes, trying to pull yourself together. He plucks a kleenex from his pocket and wipes his hand off before lifting your leg off him.

“You know,” he leans back in his seat, sipping a glass of seltzer. “It used to be when I went on these trips I’d eat alone or order room service. Having you here is far more entertaining.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying our arrangement.” You smile, crossing your ankles under the table. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask,” he volleys back. “But I may not answer.”

“Why don’t you drink alcohol? Is it just the whole health thing?”

“Partly,” he concedes, setting his drink on the table but keeping his hand over it. “Alcohol does a lot of damage to your liver over time. But more than that, I am in complete control of myself. Aware of my surroundings. There are dark things in this world, bad things happen all the time and most people never see it coming. After something terrible happens people tell themselves there’s nothing they could have done, but most of the time that’s just a load of shit. There’s almost always more that can be done. They could have paid attention, been more careful, worked harder. I don’t drink because I want to see what’s coming.”

“Well.” You sit back. “I thought you were just gonna feed me some line about being on Keto or something.”

He laughs at that, a deep laugh that puts a genuine smile on his face.

It makes sense from what you know about him professionally and personally. At W & S there are people coming at him from all sides, there’s always a new offer, a pitch for the next great idea. And after what Max and Pepper told you about his girlfriend and brother, this falls right in line. The rug has been pulled out from under him before, he’s not about to let it happen again.

“I have a question for you.” He sits forward with that trademark soul-piercing stare.

“Okay.” You nod. “I’m an open book.”

“What were you doing delivering mail?” He looks genuinely perplexed, eyes narrowing. “I know you said that you wanted experience in a professional environment, but why not a receptionist? You’re intelligent, attractive, well-spoken when you want to be. What brought you to the W & S mail room?”

You’re quiet for a moment, looking down at your hands folded in your lap. You look back at him before you speak. “You did.”

“What do you mean?” His interest is peaked.

“I worked in a factory, by choice more than anything. I can work hard when I need to, but the truth is I hate it. I’m a daydreamer by nature. Anyway, I was watching my life pass me by. One night I was scrolling on Facebook and came across your TED Talk, the one you did in Palo Alto. You talked about personal accountability and making changes and committing to them. It was what I needed to hear at that moment. I Googled you, found out your firm was in Boston and I applied for the first job I thought I could get. Not because I was trying to get close to you, or anything stalkery, just because I wanted to be around that kind of energy. I spent the last twenty-eight years around stoners and dropouts. I’m ready for more.”

“Really?” He grins, looking at you with some kind of new found appreciation. “So there is a little bit of a go-getter in you.”

“You have no idea, Mr. Winchester,” you tease, leaning toward him. “With the proper motivation, I bet I could do just about anything I put my mind to.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” He lifts his chin in your direction.

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Villainous Heroics - Chapter 14

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Summary: Eraserhead is an underground hero who is constantly busy and doesn’t have time to be dealing with new villains - even if they aren’t all that villainous and make the night interesting.

Present Mic is the latest up-and-coming villain in the world and he has a point to prove to everyone out there - as long as he doesn’t keep getting distracted by Eraserhead.

Aizawa Shota is someone who soon learns that there is more to someone than the mask they show to the world - especially when it comes to playing heroes and villains.

Yamada Hizashi learns that there is more to heroics and villainy than he could have ever thought - especially in a world where some heroes still care about those lost in the shadows.

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Chapter Fourteen

Within a single day Hizashi had managed to tear one of the stitches in his shoulder, drop his keys down a storm drain, lose his time card that would allow him to clock in for his shift, had missed lunch because his boss didn’t trust him to take one without his time card, and, to top it all off, the same boss had also rejected his request for overtime even though Hizashi was pulling almost sixty hours a week.

He was sore, he was tired, and all he wanted to do was go home and sleep, but, no, instead he was staring at the door that lead into his shitty apartment complex, remembering with vivid detail the way he had dropped his keys into the drain earlier in the morning. His emergency key was also inside because he had used it a few weeks ago when losing his last set of keys in a fight.

Hizashi stared at his door, vaguely hearing Snowball meowing for him, before he turned and shambled his way back down the stairs, trying to keep his shoulder as still as possible. The over the counter meds he had taken had stopped working hours ago and Hizashi wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not that he was hardly registering the pain anymore.

Feeling his phone buzz after he was halfway to the little convenience store a few blocks away, Hizashi sighed and dug it out, glancing at the message preview, ‘Yamada-san, can you take my afternoon shift? I know you open but I need to pick up Yuki from his father’s…’ Checking the sender, Hizashi groaned as he closed his eyes.

Kameyo was a single mother with a four-year-old who just received a quirk that changed his sweat into acid. There was no way she could afford to lose her source of income or even lose too many hours. If she didn’t find a replacement for her shift, then their boss would probably cut her back by fifteen hours at least. Fuck.

‘Consider me on the job, Kameyo-san!!’ Hizashi debated not sending the text for a moment before he went through with it, watching until he got confirmation. His phone then flickered to show a low battery warning before shutting off altogether.

Hizashi stared down at his phone and felt like everything he wanted to say was vibrating and buzzing throughout his body, pushing him closer and closer to some sort of edge. He didn’t realize he was shaking until he was winding his arm back and throwing his phone away from him as hard as he could, swearing and just barely holding his quirk back as he realized he threw it with the shoulder that had been shot just a short while ago.

“Huh. And here I thought you couldn’t swear.” Hizashi went utterly still, fingers clutching at his shoulder as if that would hold him together. It didn’t seem to be helping as everything felt even worse at realizing just who those words belonged to. After all, Hizashi could be deaf and blind and he would still know that voice. Apparently, the gods hadn’t made him suffer enough recently. “You know, it’s pretty irresponsible to be going around and throwing phones.”

At that, Hizashi slowly lifted his gaze up, swallowing as he saw Aizawa, in full pro hero gear, was holding Hizashi’s undamaged phone. If it had hit the ground, it probably would have cracked and Hizashi would have been even more screwed. It took a few moments to find his words, Hizashi almost tired enough to forget he wasn’t Present Mic in that moment. Fuck why did Aizawa always have to make things so difficult.

“Sorry, Aizawa-san. It’s… been a long night.” His body shook like there was a festering wound embedded under his skin, Hizashi rubbing at his throat and looking back down, doing his hardest to not scratch. He was an adult. He could handle himself, now.

“Mm.” Startling at the tap to his cheek, Hizashi glanced up once more, Aizawa patiently holding his phone out for him to take. “Then you won’t mind if I escort you home. Last time you were out this late you almost got shot.”

“I can promise that’s not a regular occurrence,” Hizashi said quickly, frowning a bit at the disbelieving snort. Maybe as Present Mic he got into trouble, but as Hizashi he was boring at best and uninteresting at most. “Besides, I, uh… can’t go home.”

“Why not?” With the man’s goggles resting on his forehead, Hizashi saw the way Aizawa’s eyes narrowed, a glint of red in the very center as he stared him down. Hizashi wondered if Aizawa knew how terrifying he could be.

“Oh, well, uh…” Trailing off, Hizashi ducked his face down and mumbled the reason quickly, praying Aizawa wouldn’t push.

“My quirk isn’t super hearing.” Ah, but then again, it was stubborn and brilliant Aizawa who could never let things go.

“I… dropped my keys down a storm drain.” The dreaded, awkward silence Hizashi was expecting never came and instead there was a quiet little laugh. As well, instead of feeling embarrassed, Hizashi felt something tight within him start to relax, Aizawa trying to hide his smile in his scarf. There was no hiding the amusement in his eyes, though. If he and Aizawa were anyone else, Hizashi might have called that look fond. “Yeah, like I said, it’s been a long night.”

“Come on,” Aizawa chuckled, walking forward and grabbing the front of Hizashi’s shirt before spinning him around and tugging him along to get him moving back towards his apartment. Hizashi was relatively sure Aizawa didn’t know where he lived, so the man had probably just made a lucky guess. “Do you leave your windows unlocked?”

“In this neighborhood?” Hizashi scoffed, trying not to flinch at the look Aizawa gave him. It was the same one he always gave Mic and it had Hizashi tucking into himself and fear that the other knew. “I keep one unlocked for emergencies in case I get broken into or something, but it’s not the one over the fire escape.”

“That’s fine, I can get in and then unlock the door from the front.” Right. Okay. Aizawa was helping him back into his apartment. Maybe he was trying to see where Present Mic lived? “Lead the way, then.”

Nodding and moving to walk beside the man, Hizashi chewed on his lip for a moment before working up his courage. “Um, Aizawa-san… Why are you helping me? I mean, surely a hero has more important things to deal with,” Hizashi aimed for a jovial tone and a laugh, but it must have fell flat because Aizawa looked so serious when he looked over at him.

“I think you’re plenty important, Yamada-san.” This man was bad for his heart. “And don’t bother with the honorifics. They make me feel old.”

“I hardly think you’d be considered old seeing as you’re still in your twenties.” There was a burst of deep, thrumming laughter, Hizashi almost tripping over his feet at realizing he had made Aizawa laugh.

“How old do you think I am?” Ah, that question when paired with a laugh meant Hizashi was about to feel deeply embarrassed.

“I don’t… Twenty-six? Twenty-seven?” That seemed about right. Aizawa was messy and often had tangled hair and stubble, but his face was still smooth and young.

“I’m thirty-one,” Aizawa laughed again, this laugh softer and more subdued. “I’m honored you thought I was the same age as you, though.”

“Wha- What?” This time it was Hizashi whose laughter bubbled over. “Well, good news for you, Aizawa-san, we are the same age.” Aizawa stared at him as if he couldn’t believe it, Hizashi trying to smother his laughter.

“You should make it more obvious.” For a gleeful second, Hizashi could pretend that the man was blushing. “And I thought I told you to stop with the honorifics.”

“Mm, alright, but only if you promise to do the same,” Hizashi said, his nerves disappearing in the wake of Aizawa’s smile before they got the chance to grow.

“I suppose we have known each other for a few months, now.” It was only Aizawa’s calm and relaxed pace that made Hizashi realize the other had been talking about the coffee shop and not the face they were arch enemies. It was hard to believe that Aizawa had known his civilian self for months and yet they had never talked beyond those short few minutes in the coffee shop every other morning. “Is this your complex up here?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Hizashi had never been overly embarrassed about the places he had lived in his life, but the fact that Aizawa was seeing his shithole of an apartment made him feel nervous and like he needed to explain himself. “It doesn’t exactly look the best, but it’s not all that bad. It’s just, you know…”

“It’s a place to live.” Aizawa had an expression that could almost be called soft, the man giving him the trace of a smile. “It reminds me of where I lived until I graduated U. A.”

“Oh.” Actually, now that he thought about it, Aizawa had mentioned something about growing up in a neighborhood like this one. “You lived somewhere like… here?”

Aizawa was silent a moment, looking to the ground and then back to the complex as he nodded, “I lived over on Block 27 in this area.”

For a moment, Hizashi’s mind was completely silent. That was enough to shock him, but what Aizawa said took precedence because what, “You’re shitting me. You- Block 27?”

“It’s a bit on the outskirts and no doubt my complex was torn down, but yes.” Aizawa looked over at him, raising his eyebrows. “Are you-”

“I lived three blocks away from there for almost four years when I was in my last few years of school. Are you kidding me? You were right there-” Hizashi’s anger was shot through with a spike of pain, Hizashi unable to do anything but gasp and clutch at his shoulder.

“Yamada!” Hands were catching him by his arms before the pain could knock him over, Hizashi unable to even appreciate the fact that it was Aizawa holding him as he tried to block out the pain. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“I-” Hizashi winced and grit his teeth and closed his eyes for a long moment. “I messed up my shoulder a few days ago and I haven’t taken anything for a while, is all.”

“Come on, let’s get you inside. Which door is yours?” Aizawa tugged him along even as Hizashi mumbled the door, hating himself for how weak he was when he honestly almost blacked out while walking up some steps.

He felt himself propped up against the wall, the cool concrete soaking through the back of his jacket and dragging out a small sigh of relief. He heard a mutter from Aizawa, but before he could question it, the man was patting at his cheek.

“Oi, stay awake, alright? I don’t want to pick your lock when that’d just fuck up your ability to use a key on it in the future. I’ll go around through the window and let you in as soon as I can, alright?”

Cracking his eyes open, Hizashi swallowed down a million words before settling on a quiet, “Sorry.”

“For what?” Aizawa frowned, looking as if he honestly didn’t know. The man was too nice for his own good, honestly.

“I’m a grown adult,” Hizashi muttered, gritting his teeth for a moment when the pain spiked again. “I should be able to take care of myself and not waste a pro’s time with this.”

“You’re not wasting my time, Yamada.” Aizawa stared at him as if he was holding back words of his own before turning away. “I’ll be right back.”

“Do you even know what window to look for?” Hizashi yelled, completely unsurprised when Aizawa vanished without an answer. Honestly, that man.

Leaning back against the wall, Hizashi tried to calm himself down and focus through the pain. He had been through a lot worse than a shot shoulder, but damn if it didn’t hurt when he was trying to take care of the wound on his own.

One of the EMT workers at the bank that night had been in possession of a minor healing quirk so Hizashi at least avoided a trip to the hospital, but it was still a nasty wound. It was also easily identifiable as a bullet wound - especially to a pro hero that was so keen on helping him out. Jeez, it wasn’t like their coffee was that good.

Pushing himself off the wall, he startled as his door swung open with an anticlimactic little swing, Hizashi letting out a quiet laugh, “Wow. That was pretty fast. Consider me impressed, Aizawa… Ah.” Hizashi blinked, staring at where Aizawa’s arms were full of a purring Snowball. Aizawa was absolutely beaming. “I see you found my cat.”

“I thought you would be the type to have a small cat.” Aizawa didn’t look willing to let Hizashi’s cat down anytime soon, but Hizashi supposed Snowball was a pretty great cat. This was also the most Hizashi had ever seen Aizawa smile, which was… equally wonderful and unnerving.

“He is small!” Or, well, he had been, at least, before Snowball’s sudden growth that still left Hizashi scratching his head some days. The cat was barely even a year old, after all, if that.

“Do I need to teach you the difference between small and massive?” Aizawa said, cocking an eyebrow with a hint of a smirk.

It took more effort than it should have to push down all the dirty jokes that sprung to mind. He was Hizashi right now, not Present Mic. And Hizashi needed to shuffle his way inside to at least get his shoes off, although he ended up staring at where Aizawa’s boots were already on the ground. It looked like he had taken them off after climbing through the window and somehow that, of all things, made Hizashi remember just how stupidly in love he was with this man.

“I’m not sure what breed he is, you know. I thought he could be a maine coon or a forest cat, maybe, that was thrown out by a breeder or something, but the structure is all wrong. You know, he does shed.”

“If I was worried about shedding fur, then I wouldn’t have my own cat,” Aizawa snorted, finally letting Snowball down and moving to help support Hizashi as he kicked his shoes off. Hizashi was trying not to laugh at seeing the black jumpsuit was already covered in fur - most likely the reason it took Hizashi a few moments to realize what Aizawa had said.

“You have a cat?” That… made sense, but it was also stupidly cute. He suspected Aizawa had a cat, at least, but it was nice to get that confirmation. “You know you have to tell me their name, now.”

“Only if you tell me his name,” Aizawa said, nodding down at Snowball. Hizashi was happily about to tell the man before he remembered with horrifying clarity that it was Present Mic to tell the man that he had a cat named Snowball. It was already dangerous enough just talking to him like he was, now.

“I, uh, maybe next time. Right now I should really get inside and check on my shoulder and everything.” Did Aizawa even suspect anything yet? Hizashi hadn’t realized how comfortable he was until just that moment, but if he slipped too much… it wouldn’t be too hard to connect Yamada Hizashi to Present Mic. Villains had already done it themselves, after all, with that Trigger dealer, and Hizashi knew that Aizawa could find out through the police station any time he really wanted to know.

Actually, now that he thought about it, why hadn’t he? Maybe the first few times could be explained away as not caring enough, but after all they had gone through, Aizawa had to have looked into it by now, right? Nothing had changed, though, between them - both as Present Mic and as Yamada Hizashi. Was he just not worth it, then? That had to have been it.

Hizashi wasn’t worth the effort and Aizawa had never bothered to try and figure out who he really was, because why bother with something that wasn’t even interesting. He had read all of this so wrong. To think he once thought there was a chance. No. There was no way-

“Yamada.” Jerking at the sharp tone, it was only Aizawa’s hands on his arms that kept him from jerking back and hurting himself. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Oh- Sorry, no, I’m- It’s been a pretty bad day. Sorry, I should let you get back to your patrol. Can’t leave these streets undefended, after all!”

“I was saying that you should at least let me help you look over your shoulder.” If it wasn’t for Snowball’s meows and purrs, there would have been absolute silence in the apartment.

“What? No- Why would you want to?” One sentence and Aizawa had managed to throw all of his fears and questions into doubt. “You’re a pro hero who’s supposed to be underground. I probably shouldn’t even know your name.”

“I doubt you’re about to run out in the streets and tell every villain there is my real name,” Aizawa laughed, moving to close the door that Hizashi had left open since he thought Aizawa had been about to leave. “Come on. You’re looking ready to pass out.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Hizashi muttered, unable to bring himself to fight as Aizawa led him further into the apartment. “I’m not much a fan of pity.”

“Pity is the last thing I feel about you.” There was something in those words, but Hizashi was nowhere near the proper state of mind to try and figure it out. “Which door leads to your bathroom?”

“Second on the right,” Hizashi sighed, managing a small smile as Snowball led the way with loud, vibrating meows, Aizawa looking to be holding back laughter. “Sorry. He’s as loud as me, sometimes.”

They fell into a more comfortable silence this time around as Aizawa pulled and pushed Hizashi until he was sitting on the edge of the tub, a first aid kit opened beside him. Aizawa looked like he was hesitating before finally meeting his eyes, “Would you be okay if I helped you get your shirt and jacket off? If you want to keep the shirt on, I can try to work around it.”

“Oh.” That was… oddly sweet. It might be safer since Hizashi didn’t know what he would do with Aizawa’s hands on him, but, well, he was always a bit selfish. “Sure, just let me know if you need help or something, I guess.”

As Aizawa started to work, Hizashi clamped his mouth shut and tried to suppress any and all noises as Aizawa worked his jacket off first and then his shirt, slow and methodical with each movement. He was so caught up in staring, he almost missed the quiet, “Talk to me, Yamada.”

“Oh, man, I think you’re the first one to ever ask for me to talk. Most people are always trying to tell me to shut up.” There was no joke that maybe he should go back to being silent, Aizawa only calm and relaxed as he nodded like he wanted Hizashi to keep talking. “This is a distraction from the pain, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” At least he was honest. “Tell me something that’s been on your mind, tonight. Something that made this day such a bad one.”

“I mean, I already told you about the keys,” Hizashi said, scrambling for words and scrunching his eyes shut as Aizawa started working the shirt around his hurt shoulder. “Um, okay, the phone thing- I threw it away because it died right after I took on a coworker’s shift because of a bunch of reasons, so now I need to work morning and afternoon, tomorrow.”

“Do you normally pick up more shifts than you can handle?” Aizawa asked, Hizashi letting his silence speak for itself. “Thought so. You seem the type to cause yourself stress to save others from it.”

“Ah, how rude to assume things of someone you barely know,” Hizashi teased with a forced grin, Aizawa’s hands faltering against him before he was moving to prod at his shoulder. For the first few moments, Hizashi had to control himself from saying or doing anything stupid as he felt callused fingertips trailing against his skin and searing a path into him that he would likely never forget. It then took everything in him to not activate his quirk when Aizawa pressed against the edges of the wound because that would let Aizawa know who he was for certain.

“Sorry. It doesn’t look infected, but it doesn’t look all that good, either.” Aizawa seemed to know what he was doing and Hizashi didn’t bother to try and look. It had been bad enough when he had to change the bandages on his own the first time and had almost fainted. He wasn’t aware he had completely silenced himself, however, until Aizawa was patting at his side, startling him. “Talk to me, Yamada.”

“Oh, um- Right. My shifts- I don’t mind. She’s been through a lot, more than me, it feels like, so I don’t mind helping her. It’s our boss that’s the real jerk- I mean, you know those cat muffins we sell? What am I saying, of course you do, you always buy some.”

“They’re cute,” Aizawa said simply, Hizashi wanting nothing more than to coo over the man and tease him and maybe sneak in a kiss or two to the cheek and maybe- Ah, okay, right, pain was very good for focusing his thoughts. “What about the cat muffins?”

“I was kind of at fault for when we brought them back, right? Since I was the one to ask my boss about them, he decided that I should be the one to make them, so my usual morning shift got moved to where I have to come in an hour or two early. I mean, I’ve adjusted, by now, but it was awful when it started.”

“You… You make those muffins?” The small, soft tone of awe had Hizashi’s heart tripping into overtime, the look in Aizawa’s eyes making him hope for a second. The moment of hope was probably the cruelest joke of them yet. “Why would you go through all that? They can’t sell that well.”

“I…” It was because he had worried about his ‘enemy’ not eating in the mornings. He had seen this scruffy and tired man and worried because he knew how much work he put into everything he did. Aizawa had seemed sad about when they stopped and Hizashi had wanted to see him smile, or be given that small smirk of his, or even just look like he didn’t have so much weight on his shoulders. He wanted to thank the hero so badly, so he had done what little he could to try to help. “I guess I don’t really have a reason.” He had several.

Aizawa seemed to know there was more he wasn’t saying, but he finally shook his head, Hizashi shivering as he felt some sort of cream spread over the wound after Aizawa dabbed at it with some disinfectant. Aizawa’s voice felt more like a balm than the actual medicine, “You, Yamada, are something else entirely.”

“Guess I am,” Hizashi chuckled weakly, smile feeling a bit more real when Snowball, tired of being ignored, jumped onto the edge of the bathtub and shoved himself against Hizashi’s side. Aizawa looked like he was trying not to laugh, Hizashi giving one for him. “You know, I actually really like all his purring and meowing. It makes this place feel less quiet.”

“That’s one of the reasons I love my own cat,” Aizawa said quietly, digging through the first aid kit again. “She makes the room feel less empty.” Hizashi had been about to respond before he felt a bandage pressed against his wound - probably to keep it from bleeding considering his torn stitch. “Sorry. There’s nothing in here to really numb the area.”

“I have a bottle of wine somewhere,” Hizashi managed to wheeze, grinning a bit at Aizawa’s laugh. He must have started going silent again, because he felt Aizawa give him a little nudge as he started wrapping his shoulder up tightly.

“Talk to me.” Fuck, why was it that both as Mic and Yamada it was always Aizawa that wanted to hear him talk. Hizashi didn’t know how to deal with that and now it was coming at him from both sides of his life. “It can be about anything.”

The pain spiked for a moment and the words were tumbling out, “Fuck, okay, uh, it’s hard to believe that we used to live only a few blocks away when you were growing up? High school, right? That’s around the time I lived there- Fuck, we could have seen each other and never even known.”

“Almost done,” Aizawa said quietly before his tone picked up. “And we never met. I think I would remember someone with hair like yours.”

“Nah, I used to keep it really short,” Hizashi laughed, the sound pained more than anything. “I wonder what would have changed if we had met back then or more than just in passing, maybe. That would have been fifteen or sixteen years ago, right? Jeez, that’s half our lives. We could have known each other for half our lives if things had been different.”

“I don’t know… I think I like this version.” Aizawa sounded further away. Prying his eyes open, Hizashi saw the bright lights of his bathroom that were almost blinding since he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, Aizawa sitting back with a small smile. “The torn stitch didn’t look good, but they’re all dissolvable, so you shouldn’t have to go to the hospital. This bandage should last a few days, too. By then you should be healed enough to be able to change them on your own.”

“My hero,” Hizashi laughed, taking a moment to try and relax as Aizawa put away the first aid kit as if he did this frequently. Considering the fact he was a pro, he probably did do things like this frequently.

When he focused back, he saw that Aizawa was holding out a glass of water and a couple of pain relievers. Hizashi took them gratefully, near draining the cup of water before he looked back up, trying not to let Snowball knock him into the floor where he was trying to get more attention again.

“I know I’ve said this before, but you’ve seriously saved me this time around.” There was a quiet laugh, Hizashi biting his lip for a moment as he remembered the conversation he and Aizawa had after the hero had recovered from that USJ attack. “The world could use more heroes like you.”

“Maybe.” Aizawa clicked his tongue, Snowball leaping into his arms in a heartbeat. The sight of the stern hero Eraserhead holding a loud, purring cat was enough to make Hizashi laugh up a storm. “What about you, Yamada?”

“What about me what?” Hizashi asked as soon as his breathing was under control, giggles still slipping out of him.

“Did you ever want to be a hero?” There was once a time where that question would have sent him into a panic, but this was Aizawa and he wasn’t Present Mic. Besides, it would be nice to be honest, for once.

“When I was younger,” Hizashi finally said, standing up slowly and carefully as he set his now empty glass down on the edge of the sink. “In our society, it’s all kids want to be when they grow up, after all.”

“What changed?” Aizawa didn’t look like he was paying much attention, but Hizashi knew how sharp and clever this man was. If he let slip even one clue that he was Present Mic, Aizawa would connect the pieces together in no time at all.

“I… think it was a lot of little things, honestly.” He didn’t want to lie, but there was no harm in being careful. “I started thinking differently not long after middle school. That’s when everything really changed.”

“It’s a shame we never met.” The man’s voice was soft as he let Snowball back down, and when he looked back up, his gaze was even softer. “I think we would have been decent friends.”

“Oh, hero…” His only saving grace was that for once he spoke the silly nickname in Japanese instead of English. “You give people too much credit.”

“I think you give yourself too little credit.” Aizawa stared at him and Hizashi watched as his smile turned into something he could only call beautiful. “I have a feeling that you would be an amazing hero, Yamada.”

Jeez… Aizawa Shouta was far too much of a hero.

It had taken almost another hour, but soon Hizashi had been tucked away in bed with his door safely locked, Aizawa back out on patrol while Hizashi set huddled up in blankets with a cat purring on his stomach.

“Block 27…” With his hearing aids out, Hizashi could only rely on his thoughts to really know what he had said. He usually thought over everything silently at night, but these thoughts felt too big for silence. “Friends, huh?”

Eraserhead was a hero that was better than them all. Not only had he stopped to help a civilian he didn’t even really know, but he had stayed with Hizashi long enough to even help him with his shoulder - and he hadn’t even asked what had happened to him.

Hizashi wondered what would be different if they had met when they had been going to high school or even junior high. If they had met, would Aizawa somehow have managed to convince him that he could be a hero? Would Hizashi have tried for U. A.?

There was no way to know, but Hizashi indulged for just a moment in the idea of being childhood best friends. He thought about the two of them meeting, both deathly silent until Aizawa managed to coax words out of him like he had in the bathroom.

They could have gone to U. A. together. There could have been a day where Hizashi would grow to love Aizawa as much as he did now, but in that version he would have called the man Shouta and would have been less scared to share his feelings. Hell, maybe they would have been heroes, together, too. Above all, there was a chance that they could have been friends from the very start.

It was a nice little dream, but then Hizashi remembered their long nights of chasing each other and fighting in the streets, sharp words flying just as quick as fists and weapons. Their relationship here, if it could be called that, was fast and unsteady and went from fighting with all they had to Aizawa sitting with him silently on a rooftop in peace.

It was mad, and crazy, and it shouldn’t make sense no matter how he looked at it, but Hizashi agreed with one thing Aizawa had said that night.

No matter how bad his life was at times or how confusing it all got to be, Hizashi could honestly say that he liked this version of it all. It made him more appreciative of all the good that was in his life - like tonight.

He was tucked away in bed surrounded by covers and a large cat, his shoulder had been carefully cleaned and bandaged, and he had managed a conversation with Aizawa that was just that. A conversation with Aizawa as himself. Sure the rest of his life was a wreck that was slowly unraveling, but with nights like these…

With nights like these, where Aizawa smiled at him and told him that he would be an amazing hero, well.

Hizashi almost believed it.

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Bittersweet Interruptions

"REQUESSST! Shinji meeting up again with his (female) SO in the world of the living after 100 years!! (AND his SO thought he was dead aaaall this time)" - @whosmae

A soft sequel to the earlier OSW “Lazy Breakfast”

Previously, on OSWs…

“Wow, everyone’s really energetic this morning, huh?!”

SHE woke up. And when she heard that Kensei had lost his breakfast to the birds, she remembered.

“Well, we can just have some cake from that new store that opened! You promised you’d buy me some if you lost, remember, Shinji?”, Mashiro turned to him, smiling.

Well. So much for his lazy morning.

...

“UUUUUUGGGGgggghhhhhhhh…”

The new store Mashiro, and now the whole team, wanted cake from as his punishment wasn’t even in Karakura town! It was practically HALFWAY ACROSS FREAKING JAPAN!!! … Ok, maybe he was exaggerating, but it was FREAKING FAR AWAY!

He didn’t even make it there, either, before getting interrupted by a hollow attack. Normally, he’d have just let the resident soul reaper take care of it, but of COURSE they were nowhere to be seen! And, well, he needed to let off some steam.

He had been playing with it, mocking and cutting, for a few minutes, when he was interrupted for the third time that day. By yet another female soul reaper, no less.

She came and sliced the thing in half, almost taking some of his hair with it!

“Hey! What’s your deal, I had it!”

“Yeah, I’m sure you DID, SHINJI HIRAKO!”

“Huh…? How do you know my name?”

“...” If looks could kill, Shinji would have been deader than he already was in that instant… Until the look was replaced by heartbreak… And then cycled back to anger.

While the stranger was going through this cycle, Shinji was just struggling to figure out why this girl looked so familiar. … Unfortunately, he didn’t figure it out quickly enough.

She lunged, sword aimed straight at his throat. He dodged easily.

“Hey-” She spun and attacked again before he could finish. When her sword came near him, he grabbed it. “Hey, I asked you a question!”

She kicked at him, and he grabbed her ankle with his other hand.

“Will you just let me finish!? How do you know my name? I don’t recognize you, so you must not have been in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads when I was there, so-”

“You IDIOT!” She spun again, her other foot crashing into his skull and sending him flying into the roof of the building under them. Before he could recover, she pinned him by the knees and neck, her sword a few feet away, forgotten.

It was only pinned like that, that he finally recognized her. “K...K-Koharu!?!”

“Oh. So NOW you remember the woman you dated for FIFTEEN YEARS!?”

“You… You DIED!?”

“It’s been a hundred years, Shinji! And apparently you were dead THIS WHOLE TIME and FORGOT TO MENTION IT!!!”

“...”

“ . . . ”

“ . . . Well?”

“Uh…”

Her voice was sharp, her fury masked by civility like a candy-coated razor blade, “If you’re trying to think up an excuse, might I recommend just going with the truth? I HAVE had one hundred years to get over it. If you’re honest I MIGHT be able to forgive you. But if you lie, well…” Her grip loosened.

Shinji swallowed, remembering exactly why he had fallen for this human to begin with -- now that he thought about it, he didn’t think he’d ever seen her angry. Until now.

“It, uh… Might be better just to show you.”

Koharu, now sitting on his stomach, watched as Shinji donned his hollow mask.

“… Wh… Uh… How…?”

“Mind if I explain on the way? I was in the middle of an errand.”

Stunned, the rookie soul reaper agreed. He had managed to buy the cake (Koharu agreeing to help carry) by the time he got to the part that answered her real question.

“Our gigai age as we do, so we have to move around every few decades, or people get suspicio-”

“So you had to fake your death, and-”

“Y’know, I’m getting really tired of being interrupted! That’s, like, the eighth time today!”

“Sorry, haha!” Koharu smiled at him, then sighed. “Jeez… I’ve missed you.”

“-Huh?” Shinji stopped walking and stared at her.

“Talking like this. I’ve missed it. Especially seeing you get all flustered and annoyed! If I remember…” Her voice lowered. She stepped close to him, smirking and fluttering her lashes. “I was one of the only people who got to see you like that.”

Shinji smirked back and leaned in, his view of her feet blocked by the boxes of cake. He felt a sharp pain in his shin.

“Gah! … I take it that’s a ‘no’ to getting back together?”

“One. Hundred. Years.”

“Yeah, I should’ve figur-”

“You should have.”

He glared at her.

“So Hachi, Lisa, and the others are alive then, too?”

“Yeah. The rest of the world may have changed, but we haven’t.”

They exchanged stories the rest of the way: Shinji about the visored and Koharu her life, death, and soul reaper training.

“I need to get back. I’ll come visit, though!” Koharu set the boxes down on the front step.

“Sooo… I’m ‘friendzoned’ then?”

She leaned in close, smirking and looking at him through her lashes again. Shinji tensed, ready for another kick (or worse).

She pecked him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, “Yep!” popping the ‘p,’ before flash-stepping away.

“Well…” Shinji sighed, “I think that’s the best breakup I’ve ever had.”

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miniwolfsbane · 6 years ago

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I found a shiny in the wild on a website!

Still can’t get a dog, very disappointing. It’s just I’m the only one that wants one, we have wood floors now after having carpet for a long time, (I think that’s the main reason my dad’s not on board), we’re still working on the house and everyone is busy being an actual adult (unlike me!) so I have too much time on my hands and do stupid stuff like this. You might be wondering “Why don’t you move out?” Well, because, dear anon, I’m caregiving and have been for 13 years and it’s not gonna change anytime soon. So, because of all this, I probably won’t ever get a dog. Anyway, I just thought the whole “I found a shiny” was really funny. As it usually is. I still don’t have Let’s Go Pikachu either, but, hey, first world problems, am I right?

Also her name is Princess on the site and she’s beautiful and looks like a lab/Husky mix from the light yellow coloring. A husky is A LOT of work and care, but I want a dog for exercise, among other reasons (because we’ve always had a dog until now. As I’ve said, I lost my last dog to a tumor 8 years ago, and our other dog Cleveland was gone a year or two before that. He was old and didn’t take our move well. Long, sad story there.

I’m just going ramble for a minute. Tumblr hasn’t let me post for a couple days, so I need a good vent. Again. Feel free to ignore past this point unless you’re really bored!

I know a dog is a big responsibility and I’m ready for it. I promised a family member (and I think I told my dad? But it had no effect, obviously) tuthat I’d take full care of it. I used to just feed my dog and walks were done as a family thing, but I could totally walk it every day and feed it. I’m more than old enough.

OTOH, without a dog, there’s not more responsibility piled on top of me. I already have a cat and bird, besides fulltime caregiving. So...plus?

But I miss having a dog and enjoyed the companionship. It’s like the meme says, money doesn’t wiggle it’s butt when you come in the door.

Then it’s like, I’d love to finish the repairs on the house, but again, money is always an issue. (Another reason I became a youtuber. I’m hoping to earn money to contribute to household funds and not just spend it on myself. Besides, if you’re following me, you know I’mma just spend it on Sailor Moon merch, clothes, food and the like!) Again, it’s a waiting game. You have to be good enough, funny enough, entertaining enough for youtube to start getting monatized. Like I said on Twitter, I’m going to try ASMR and a bit of everything and see what gets views. And for fun, because it’s an excuse to cosplay, lol. (I want to stay away from romantic ASMR for the time being, because it sounds weird for me to do that and I’m religious and I’m not sure it’s okay. So dressing up as Rogue or whoever sounded like a fun idea that’s not romantic at all.) On that note, I was super excited last night because one Sims video got 40 views in an hour and the second video I did got 74, then 84 later on!! That is more views at once than I’ve had in weeks. I wondered if YT was glitching, but I figured not, so I was really happy! I wanted to write it last night, but like I said, Tumblr hasn’t let me posted. Well, glob knows how I’ll do with a fake southern accent. I want to do Evo Rogue just for the attitude alone. Oh, and I’ve still got my crappy cosplay blouse of hers somewhere too. Hooray? (And the fake white hair. XD) The fam and I dressed up for the Iron Man 2 premiere with a huge group. Never happened again, unfortunately.

Anway, back to the dog thing. It would be so fun to have a dog, but I can’t keep going like this. Unless I have the money to make the repairs needed, then I don’t think anyone will care much. Unless the dog scratches up the floor, of course. Or something worse. Le sigh. We actually had to send my first dog, a dropped off Golden Retriever named Buttercup, to a farm when I was 5 because she chewed up hoses. (Both parents worked at the time, so she was outside a lot.) And, of course, my parents took me to “say goodbye” but I actually had to watch her get taken away, barking and upset. Completely traumatizing. After that I had a string of dogs that kept dying on me and such, no lie. Bailey Quarters ran away, Widget drowned in our pool during a pet sitting (It was one of my brothers friends, but it could’ve happened to anyone. Worse, I saw it at 8. It was a wonder it didn’t scar me for life.) , Abby the hound got Parvo. We took in Widget’s mom and sister, Missy and Chubby, and then things finally normalized. Then Cleveland came along, then Wiley came because I begged for him. (Do not take your kid to a puppy birthing unless you want a puppy.) Missy, Chubby and Cleveland had been family dogs, but Wiley, as insane and hyper and smart-dumb as he was, totally my dog. This is the dog that stuck his head in a fireplace while the fire was going to retrieve a stick. (But he was safe, as the stick didn’t go into the fire, just far from it.)

I miss all that crazyness. I miss having a dog. Dogs don’t scratch you on purpose and they don’t bite if they’re friendly, usually. Dogs aren’t cats. I love my cat, I let him have a Meow box subscription for a while, but he’s not a dog. Same with the bird. (Who screams too much, BTW.) Well, it’s not the end of the world. I just have to learn to take disappointment better.

Lastly, unrelated but the hmm-hm-hmmms at Skreened.com shut down my store! :( Buuuut that may be because I was making fangirling shirts without permission and using AOS actors names? IDK. But, it’s like, you can’t own people? What, do you go e-mail their agent and say “Can I use his name on a shirt?” I guess so! That’s the only reason I can think of, but they didn’t even e-mail me a warning or anything! (I signed up in ‘15, if that makes any difference. Didn’t sell anything.) I do remember taking down shirts that used character names, in fear of getting terminated. Very disappointing, but I’ve got other stores that didn’t delete me, thank glob, and my patreon I never actually look at and need to get back to. Bleh. I just hate when things like this happen, but don’t we all? On the upside, I wasn’t making, say Pokemon stuff on Etsy and getting a cease and desist and I know not to deal with them again. Oh, hey, look, clear copyright infringement! https://skreened.com/search?q=pokemon *Headdesk*

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 6 years ago

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Villainous Heroics - Chapter 8

So for those of you who were asking if this is after USJ... Heh. It's not. This story covers the USJ events briefly and goes on for most of Class 1-A's first year - although the time line might be vague and unsettled where I don't want to get too close to plot. Above all, this is EraserMic fluff! Well... after this chapter it is.

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Summary: Eraserhead is an underground hero who is constantly busy and doesn’t have time to be dealing with new villains - even if they aren’t all that villainous and make the night interesting.

Present Mic is the latest up-and-coming villain in the world and he has a point to prove to everyone out there - as long as he doesn’t keep getting distracted by Eraserhead.

Aizawa Shota is someone who soon learns that there is more to someone than the mask they show to the world - especially when it comes to playing heroes and villains.

Yamada Hizashi learns that there is more to heroics and villainy than he could have ever thought - especially in a world where some heroes still care about those lost in the shadows.

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Chapter Eight

“Yamada, just when are you going to give up on this guy?” Startling at the voice, Hizashi did his best to not shriek from where he had been distracted dealing with his favorite customer. “I mean, he doesn’t even notice what you write on his cup every day.”

“Maybe he’s just too shy to mention it?” At the flat, disapproving look given to him, Hizashi puffed up his cheeks with a pout. “There’s no need to be mean, Suzuki-chan.”

“I’ll stop being mean to you when you get a job fit for your age. You know only teenagers and college students work in coffee shops, right? Right? Because this is just sad, Yamada.”

“When did children get to be so disrespectful,” Hizashi tsked, glancing around the shop to see it was dead as it usually was. Lovely Coffee tended to be on the expensive side and, unlike chain stores, they took a bit longer to make an order. The result tended to be very few customers – even in the mornings. “And stop prying into my love life!”

“Aha! That means there’s a love life to speak of!” Suzuki pulled herself up onto the counter, the extra height doing very little to make her look intimidating. Hizashi was certain that no one with bubblegum pink pigtails could look threatening. “Come on, Yamada, tell your senpai everything.”

“You started here three days before I did, kid.” Hizashi sighed and went to restock the coffee cups, contemplating poking a hole in the bottom of each one. “He’s just a cute guy.”

“Your old man tastes are weird. He looks so old, Yamada, he probably has kids my age!” Considering Aizawa was around Yamada’s age of thirty, he sincerely doubted the man had a seventeen-year-old child. “Just ask him out on a date the next time he’s in here. I mean, I’ve seen some of the sappy stuff you write on his cups.”

“Hey! My heart and soul go into the lyrics and poems I pick out to put on those cups!” Hizashi rolled his eyes at the disapproving look he was given, turning back to his work. “It’s fine if he doesn’t notice them. Honestly, I would be surprised if he did. He looks like he can hardly breathe in the mornings, let alone read.”

“You’ve been stalking this guy for months, Yamada. At this point it’s just getting sad,” Suzuki huffed, mumbling and muttering to herself before she snapped her fingers. “I got it! You can- Dammit.” Looking back, Hizashi tried not to laugh at seeing the girl was floating off the counter. “Shut up!”

“Hey, hey, easy, Suzuki-chan,” Hizashi soothed, seeing the look of fear in the girl’s eyes as she started floating higher. Before she could get too high, Hizashi grabbed her wrists and gently pulled her back down until she could safely snap her fingers and fall out of the air. “I still have problems with my own quirk, you know.”

“Yeah, but you’re a hopeless old man, it’s fine if you can’t use your quirk right.” Suzuki gave him a rare smile even as she kicked out at him and forced him to jump back to dodge. “And we were talking about your love life! Don’t change the subject!”

“I wasn’t,” Hizashi complained, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the opposite counter. “I’m listening, though, if you want to share that idea you obviously had.”

“You mentioned he was some pro hero or something, right?” ‘Some pro hero or something.’ Hizashi had told her no less than a dozen times by now that Aizawa was Eraserhead, one of the top underground heroes in all of Japan. “Stage a scene where he has to save you! When you ask how you can repay him, then you can offer to, you know… repay him.”

“I am almost absolutely certain that it is illegal for someone your age to talk to someone my age about that, and even if it wasn’t, it feels like it should be.” Children were so much worse than they were in his day - and he hadn’t thought that possible!

“You’re no fun,” Suzuki huffed, jumping off the counter. “You can’t just keep giving him secret love letters he never reads, you know! You have to get his attention in another way, Yamada, or nothing is ever going to happen!”

“Oh, don’t worry… I have ways of getting Aizawa’s attention.” At least, Present Mic had his ways of doing that. If everything went to plan, then he’d definitely have Eraserhead’s attention tonight.

“I don’t know… Maybe you should cut your hair and save that stupid mustache-”

“Hold your tongue!”

Hizashi had been about to pull off his greatest scheme as a villain yet. It would have been the perfect scheme to really gather media attention, get his point across, and prove to the heroes of the world that they were never looking. He had planned it out for weeks, had gone over every detail as carefully as possible, and had been ready for any and all possible setbacks.

He had not, however, been prepared for the two hours it took him to climb a tree to rescue a squealing, screaming cat that seemed to be stuck right at the very top. It was a very tall tree, too, and the screams had broken his heart before he could even try to mount a defense against it.

So when Aizawa found him those two hours later, it was not to the sight of a brilliant scheme and trap that he had meticulously planned and laid out, but instead to the sight of Hizashi exhausted and sore from rescuing a cat from a tree.

“I would ask what you’re doing, but mostly I’m just hoping you fall out of that tree.” Maybe if Hizashi pretended he wasn’t there, then Aizawa would go away and leave him to his misery in peace. “If you step there, you’re going to fall.”

“I have no doubt you’d catch me, Eraser,” Hizashi called down cheerfully, putting his weight on another branch instead. “Don’t you know it’s rude to shout up to people who are in trees, though? It’s distracting and could cause them to fall!”

“Who says that’s not what I want?” Aizawa was waiting at the bottom of the tree and, even from where he was, Hizashi could tell he was tracking his progress with careful eyes. It was almost enough to make him clutch at his heart at the obvious show of care and worry, but he did rather need both hands at the moment.

“You’re breaking my heart, hero!” Getting down to the last few branches, Hizashi carefully swung himself down, sighing in relief when he was back on the ground with his arms sorer than they had been to prove it. “Right, then, Eraserhead… I have something to ask of you.”

Waiting a few seconds to make the moment more dramatic, Aizawa tense and uncertain across from him, Hizashi untucked the kitten from where she had hidden herself in his jacket as he climbed down the tree. “Is- Is that a cat?”

“You like cats?” Hizashi already knew the answer considering he had seen the man feed the alley cats near his coffee shop and he only ever ate those cat muffins in the mornings.

“They’re cats,” Aizawa said, as if that explained everything. Hizashi supposed it rather did, for him. Honestly, Aizawa was like a cat himself, some days.

“Right! Um, can you take this little guy back to the station? I’m not welcomed back there.” He had angered the police chief, a horrible little man, with his last trip down to the police station, so he’d rather avoid that place for a while longer.

“I almost wish you robbed banks,” Aizawa finally muttered, looking honestly upset as Hizashi laughed and pushed the kitten into his arms.

“She doesn’t have a collar, but she’s well-groomed and might be a lost pet,” Hizashi explained, giving the sweet little thing a scratch under her chin. “I’d take her myself and make some posters, but my lease only allows for one cat, and Snowball doesn’t like to share!”

“You… have a cat?” That would get Aizawa’s attention, wouldn’t it? Well, at least Hizashi wouldn’t be lying to Suzuki when he said he finally had Aizawa’s attention. “A cat named Snowball.”

“I know, I know, it’s a bad name, but it fit at the time,” Hizashi laughed, shaking his head. “I found him half drowned in a gutter and took him home and by the time I got him dried off he was a little ball of screaming fluff.”

“Present Mic.” Oh, boy, full villain name. That wasn’t good. Maybe Aizawa had realized what Hizashi’s plan had been, tonight? “Go home.”

“I- What?” That… had not been what Hizashi had expected. Aizawa always ended the night by dragging him to the police station except the one or two times Hizashi had managed to run away before he had been cuffed. He had never just let Hizashi go. “Oi, oi, I know you don’t think so, but I am a villain-”

“No, you’re really not.” Aizawa didn’t even raise his voice. He spoke evenly, meeting Hizashi’s gaze as he held the quiet kitten in his arms. “I’m telling you to go home because there’s no point to what you’ve been doing. Why are you even doing this?”

“No point-” Hizashi cut himself off, taking a steadying breath. “Look, I’m not just going to walk by a cat stuck in a tree when I can get up there and help - and this one is just a kitten!”

“Mic.” Aizawa took a steadying breath after his outburst, looking frustrated - although Hizashi couldn’t tell if it was with him or Aizawa himself. “You are not a villain.” Well, not in the traditional sense, but that was the whole point of this, wasn’t it? “You’ve been giving us tip offs and helping with the Trigger case for months, now.”

“That’s just because our agendas lined up. It’s not like it cost me anything to help you out with that when it didn’t hurt me, any-”

“You’re not an idiot.” The words weren’t surprised and tinged with something amused and warm, this time. They were instead cold and angry. “If you were really trying to ‘change the system,’ then you could have done any number of things with that Trigger beyond giving it to me.”

“Funny for you to say I’m not an idiot and then treat me like one,” Hizashi drawled, feeling a swirl of cold rage that he hadn’t felt in a long time. “You think I’m just some pity case of yours, don’t you? Some way to break up the long, predictable patrols.” Aizawa flinched, Hizashi narrowing his eyes. “Thought so. Whatever you want to believe, this has never been just some game to me.”

“Yet you treat it like one?” Aizawa shook his head before Hizashi could get a word out. “You take over bars, cause mischief, and you end up helping more than you end up hurting. You’re like a child who doesn’t know what a villain really is. Do you know how many people die in villain attacks each year? You do your research, don’t you? There is no such thing as a reformed villain in our society. Criminals and thugs, sure, maybe, if they were people in the wrong place at the wrong time, but villains?

“Villains are not a game for you to play at. A real villain is out to cause harm for the sheer fact that they want something - power, attention, recognition, money, and the list goes on. You work to get attention, but you never do anything with it. You play around like the kid who’s stuck with the role of villain during a game of heroes. You? Dangerous? Don’t make me laugh.”

Aizawa’s voice had gone cold and amused, a smirk pulling at his lips as he stared Hizashi down, never stopping, “You keep telling me your quirk is dangerous, and maybe that’s true, but it’s a poor ‘villain’s quirk’ for someone like you. You couldn’t be dangerous if you tried. When was the last time you hurt someone innocent, Mic? When was the last time you sacrificed someone standing in your way for your own plans? When did you last kill someone, Mic?”

Aizawa stared at him for a long moment, finally huffing something that could have been a laugh if there was any heart in it, “Go home, Mic.” For the first time in a very long time, Hizashi found himself utterly speechless as Aizawa turned away and just left. He walked away and turned his back as if he knew, without a doubt, that Hizashi wouldn’t even try to put up a fight and attack him.

“No… No, you don’t get to just end it like that!” The man didn’t even bother to turn around, instead disappearing into one of the alleyways. Hizashi knew that even if he ran, he wouldn’t see the man again tonight. “Eraserhead-”

Slapping his hands over his mouth when he felt the slip of his quirk, Hizashi stared at the empty street in front of him where a hero, someone who he saw as a hero, just told him to go home. As if there was anything at ‘home’ besides a loud cat and busted furniture. Fuck- Fuck. It had been so long since he had lost control over his quirk, and it only took a few words from someone like Aizawa… No. It only took a few words from Aizawa to make him lose it.

It had been months since he had started everything as Present Mic and he had gotten comfortable. He had gotten too comfortable in his routine with Aizawa and trying to get attention focused on him. What else was he supposed to do? Becoming known as a villain would make people look - and if they looked, they would listen. They wouldn’t listen if he didn’t make them, though.

Hizashi gritted his teeth as his clenched fists started to shake, one thought running through his head. It wasn’t ending like this. He wasn’t just going to let Aizawa end it like this, like Hizashi was some misbehaving child who needed a slap on the wrist and some advice.

Hizashi had been annoyed, before, and he had certainly been upset, but now? Oh, now he was pissed.

Hizashi didn’t see Aizawa in Lovely coffee the next day and Suzuki didn’t ask about his sudden change in mood. He didn’t bother to offer an explanation, either, no matter how many times she looked like she wanted to start a conversation - the silence was better. He wouldn’t have been able to focus on anything else, anyways, what with how Aizawa’s words kept running through his mind.

Had he been the one to think this was all some sort of game? Was he just humoring the child playing heroes and villains, then? Hizashi had known that Aizawa was blunt with a sharp, depressing sense of humor, but before last night, he had never thought of the man as cruel.

It had been months, yet Aizawa still didn’t seem to understand what the purpose of Present Mic was. Did he not see? Was it not obvious? It wasn’t a game, but an attack brought onto their own battlefield. The world of heroes was filled with media attention, bright lights, and the knowledge that the world was constantly watching.

It was the opposite where they lived. Their world was filled with shadows, secrets, and the knowledge that no one in the world would ever see what happened on these streets. That could change, though. If a bright, flashy, and loud villain repeatedly attacked the same area and pulled off ridiculous crimes, the media would be forced to act eventually - if for no other reason than to satisfy their curiosity.

Once they looked, however, Hizashi would have made sure that they didn’t look away - no matter what it would have taken. If a light needed to be shined down upon these dark streets, then he’d be the one to take all the blame and hell that there would be to pay.

If Aizawa was going to accuse him of this being nothing but a game, though, then Present Mic would show him that it wasn’t. He wasn’t dangerous? His quirk wasn’t a ‘villain’s quirk?’ Fine. Hizashi would just prove true what everyone else had ever told him.

Adjusting his headphones, Hizashi glanced up at the buildings in front of him. It was an old, abandoned block that should be empty, that night, with the time and location - it was close enough to get the attention of some hero agencies, though.

“You don’t want a game, Eraserhead? Alright.” Planting his feet and making sure his stance was solid, Hizashi danced his fingers across his directional speaker before turning it off. “Then how about a show?”

Taking in a slow, deep breath to fill his lungs with as much air as possible, Hizashi didn’t bother to hold back his quirk any longer, throwing everything into his voice as he opened his mouth and screamed. The world fell silent, nothing escaping past his headphones as the vibrations rocked through him, Hizashi swearing he could feel the shiver of the paved road under his feet.

When he finally was forced to suck in gulps of air, Hizashi opened his eyes, not quite sure when he had even closed them. Looking up at the buildings in front of him, Hizashi gave a bitter laugh at seeing every window in his eyesight looked to have been shattered, the buildings around him crumbling. The building directly in front of him, the one he remembered so well, looked to have been shattered to pieces.

These buildings had been condemned for years, but Hizashi got petty satisfaction at seeing that that building, at least, would never be used again.

Flipping his directional speaker back on, Hizashi looked around for a fire escape that looked steady, making his way up to the rooftops as quick as possible, body vibrating with tension and adrenaline. This time, with this much noise and destruction, it would be more than Eraserhead to show up.

It took almost half an hour, but Hizashi was right in his guess that Eraserhead wouldn’t be the only one. There was a pro hero in front of him - a pro hero who was dressed in a very revealing… Ah. Midnight, then. Looking around for Aizawa, Hizashi scowled to himself when he didn’t see the man. What was taking him so long?

“Hmph. You’re not Eraserhead.” It didn’t seem like there were any other heroes around, at least. “Look,” Hizashi sighed, taking his sunglasses off for a moment and giving a beaming smile. “Nothing against you, Miss Midnight, but could you beat it?” He slid his glasses back on, keeping on a smile that he didn’t feel. “It’s just that Eraserhead and I have a thing going on! Ya dig?”

Feeling his knees suddenly buckle, Hizashi caught himself before he could completely fall on his face, swearing as he quickly covered his nose and mouth at remembering this was Midnight. Her quirk, while simple, was a powerful one.

“Dolt,” Midnight tsked, rolling her eyes as she walked over to him, heels making a sharp sound against the concrete of the building roof. “You must be Present Mic, then. Eraserhead told me you could scream, but he didn’t mention it could get like this!”

There was a pink mist that surrounded the air, Hizashi cursing himself for not noticing it sooner as he felt like his head was being filled with cotton. Glaring up at the hero, Hizashi saw Midnight only give him a sharp smile.

“Oh, you seem like you could be fun.” A sudden lunge and Midnight had his wrists grabbed and held tightly, her free hand gripping his chin and forcing him to hold his breath even tighter. “Aw, come on, baby, don’t you want to take a nice nap?”

Hizashi met her eyes and glared, lungs and chest burning as he shook from the need to breathe, Midnight making an approving sound, “You certainly last long, don’t you? I can see why Eraserhead is so caught up on you.”

It was no use. Hizashi had already breathed in more than enough of the mist to drag him down and, judging by the way his vision was swimming, it wouldn’t be much longer until he was fully under. Gaze catching on Midnight’s, Hizashi sucked in a breath, tasting the sweet scent that coated his mouth before he spoke, “Tell him… it wasn’t a game…”

Hizashi had time to see Midnight’s surprised look before he felt himself tip to the side. He was out before his body even hit the ground.

The sudden sensation of something cold and wet smacking his face had Hizashi jerking up with a gasp, the noise turning into a pained hiss at the bright sunlight that burned his uncovered eyes. Scrambling to find where his glasses were, Hizashi snatched them up when he saw a twinkle of orange before shoving them on his face.

“Damn kids. You dress crazier every night.” An old man with a wet mop was staring down at him, looking aggravated. “Get off this roof. I have cleaning to do.”

“I- What time is it?” The sun was well on its way into being in the sky and it had to be late morning, at the earliest, Hizashi’s mind scrambling to try and adjust to the change. It had been midnight just a few seconds ago. Midnight. Midnight.

“Almost eleven,” the man - a janitor? - snorted, giving him a kick. “Get off my damn roof, already.”

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” Standing up, and more than a bit wobbly, Hizashi gulped down lungful’s of clean, untainted air as he looked around at the bright, sunny day. A sunny day had never felt as cold as this one.

Not only had Midnight not even bothered to take him to the police station after drugging him unconscious, but it was a safe bet that Eraserhead had never even shown up. Hizashi had done more damage in one night than he had ever done in his whole run as a villain, and Aizawa had never even showed himself.

Bitter, he decided, didn’t even begin to describe how he was feeling.

“Present Mic, right?” A body dropped into the seat beside his, voice loud even over the deafening bass of the club that Hizashi was attempting to get himself drunk in. He had half a mind to cause some trouble, but he was waiting until he was a bit closer to wasted instead of just tipsy.

“Ah, ah… Getting approached by people who know me in clubs seems to be becoming a new thing of mine,” Hizashi joked, shot glass held between his lax fingers as he turned his gaze to the man, studying him quickly. It looked like he was armed and the amount of muscle, and where it was, showed that the man knew how to fight, if nothing else. “What can I do for ya!”

“How would you like to join a little party that’s being thrown?” Oh? Now Hizashi was curious. Ah… but why should he be? It wasn’t like a villain would care much.

“And what makes you think your party is worth going to?” The smile the man gave him was wild and wide and looked like nothing but trouble.

“You’re the one who wants to destroy the hero system, right?” Well, at least he was stirring up attention somewhere. “The one who wants revenge on heroes?”

“Maybe,” Hizashi sang the word, drawing it out and turning around in his chair and doing his best to put on a cheerful face. He couldn’t help but think on how Aizawa would have known his smile was fake in a moment. “What have you got in mind?”

“Something to show all of Japan just who the strong ones in this world really are.” The man laughed, voice just barely heard over the thumping of the music. “What would you say if I said the Symbol of Peace could be defeated?”

“I’d say you were crazy.” There was the system of heroes, but then there was All Might. He was number one for a reason – he was the Symbol of Peace for a reason – and Hizashi had no delusions about ‘defeating’ All Might. “And that you’re going to get you and your party killed.”

“Don’t be so sure.” A slip of paper was pressed into his free hand, a laugh accompanying it. “You know All Might started teaching at that hero school, right? U.A.?” Hizashi had heard about that, but his focus was mostly on how it felt as if his heart had just stopped. U.A. was a school full of kids. “Call me when you’re interested, Present Mic. You’d be good to have on our side.”

A group of villains were gathering together to try and defeat All Might. There was no way that would ever work. Seeing the man start to leave, Hizashi quickly raised his voice, “Oi, wait! Who’s the leader of this little party of yours!”

“Don’t worry about it, man, don’t worry about it!” The laugh was wild and fierce and so confident that Hizashi felt nausea pooling into his stomach. “Let’s just say he’s in a league all his own!”

"Let's just say that we're a league onto our own."

Watching the man disappear into the crowds, Hizashi looked back down at the number in his hand before downing his shot in one go and thumping the glass on the bar counter.

He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

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You give up nothing in giving up reliance on ego. Ego is nothing. It seems like something, and that is the basis of separation perception, judgment and reactiveness. When you ask to see truly, you ask to see beyond your current reliance on ego. To ask to see truly is to express a willingness to release egoic perception.

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So every time you feel tension, remember us. Every seemingly separate one has an “us,” a team of energetic beings constantly surrounding them with love and support. This is why no one needs your pity. They’re truly okay, but that might not be their perception. If you feel tension when you look at the condition of another, apply to us first for assistance. Ask to see things as they are. Stop for a breath. Then you will be inspired to act or not act, speak or not speak, accordingly.

Allow this day to be one of perception correction. Allow this day to be one of inspired speech and action.

The attachments to ego are what you can offer up to us. Every time attachments come up in the form of tension or disturbance, you can either handle it yourself and manage things as an ego, or you can stop, recognize and appreciate the opportunity for healing, and offer up the ego attachment to us. Simply stop for one breath. Recognize what is happening and take a breath to accept healing and to become aware of inspiration.

As you do this, you will feel yourself spiraling down into a settledness, a doing and saying with us. This is flow. This is ease. This is joining.

Sometimes it feels as though you are following instructions. There is a gap between the hearing and the carrying out. Other times you are just doing or speaking without tension.

There are times when it seems like thought is rampant, tension is high. We recommend that you stand down during these times. Whatever action seems important is not very important. Whatever words seem urgent probably don’t matter very much. You do have time for a breath, however. This time to stop and readjust switches you over from egoic propulsion to flow with All.

The feeling of this doing and saying together is settled, gentle, undisturbed, joyous. We invite you to settle down with us today. We invite you to move with us, speak with us, act with us. We are always with you, and we offer one thing–healing. Thank you for the healing you accept and share.

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Seismic Shock Window of the First Supermoon

Monday March 9 2020

By Hare in the Moon Astrology

In the seismic shock window of the 1st Super Moon of 2020…..

“I have come to see that mental states are also ecosystems. These sometimes friendly and at times hazardous terrains are natural environments embedded in the greater system of our character. Life-threatening fear calls us to a place—metaphorically a desert or mountain peak—where, as we sit, the hard wind of reality strips away all the trappings of life, like so much clothing, makeup, and accessories” Roshi Joan Halifax

2020 is turning out to be a long overdue confrontation with Truth when global events outside our control are forcing every single one of us to lift our heads right out of the sand and viscerally experience the reality of impermanence. No one is coming to save us.

Change is inevitable.

You can embrace it, breathe into it, and allow it to be. Or you can fight it. You can become rigid against it, angry at it, or broken by it. Change is not concerned with how it affects you any more than the ocean concerns itself with the day to day feelings of the rocks it crashes into. It just crashes. Wave after wave. Day after day.

Universal Laws are ruthless and relentless -they leave you to work your life around them. Understanding them and embracing them will let you control the only part of your life that you ever can – yourself, the quality of your thinking and your compassion.

This Too Shall Pass

By understanding that the Law of Impermanence has to work both ways, you can take solace in the fact that the relationship with the pain you may be feeling today also must end. It cannot live inside you forever. It will change. You will change. Your circumstances will change. Life will bring you new experiences and new sets of impermanence.

The Law of Impermanence can bring you comfort, it can allow you to breathe deeper into your belly knowing that everything must come to pass, including yourself. Becoming resilient is not about meeting life with force, but sometimes leaning the other way. Letting life work its magic even if it is painful to you in the moment. And here’s the pay off…..anything that comes from presence, possibility, freedom and love carries the flavour of its origin in everything it touches

“When things are shaky and nothing is working, we might realize that we are on the verge of something. Letting there be room for not knowing is the most important thing of all. When there’s a big disappointment, we don’t know if that’s the end of the story. It may just be the beginning of a great adventure. Life is like that. We don’t know anything. We call something bad; we call it good. But really, we just don’t know.” Pema Chodron When Things Fall Apart.

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Prepping for Pluto/Saturn

By Dana Mkrich

After 5 months retrograde, Pluto stationed to go direct a week ago at 20 degrees Capricorn. When planets station to either go retrograde or direct, they create a powerful portal specific to their influence on your life. When it comes to Pluto, this can mean:

Deep scuba dives to get to the truth

Seeing your shadow more clearly or having confrontations with it via other people

The collapse of whatever isn’t working

Transformation

Death; can be the death of a person, or the ending of a relationship, role, identity, job, habit, perspective, pattern or timeline that ushers in a major life turning point

Issues related to power

Look back on the past 7 days.

What main life theme stands out?

Did you have any significant interactions, realisations or events occur?

Has a line been drawn in the sand where you know:

no more can I tolerate/accept/keep doing that?

Do you have an awareness that ready or not, change is knocking on your door?

Is your own power knocking on your door?

Pluto represents the Phoenix rising from the ashes, who knows before you do that rebirth will always come even though you feel like you can’t survive the intense process that deep, lasting change requires. It requires a surrender to the will of your Soul, allowing the falling away of what needs to be let go of – and the birth of what needs to be born.

This Pluto Direct is particularly potent because Saturn is hot on his heels, getting ready to catch up for their big meeting on Jan 12, 2020 (at 22 degrees Capricorn). This is serious business in the serious sign of Capricorn…2020 isn’t mucking around. Anything that has been percolating is gearing up for a January climax. And just to make sure we are really ready for the Saturn/Pluto conjunction, and really ready for the “I’m not here to play games” year that will be 2020, there will be a Lunar Eclipse at 20 degrees Cancer right opposite the Saturn/Pluto meeting a couple of days before on Jan 10, 2020!!

Pluto represents necessary transformation which usually requires some sort of death and rebirth process. It is also about power: where are we owning it or not? Where are we using it for good or abusing it to the detriment of others? Pluto shows us our shadow, that part of us that we project onto others because it is too uncomfortable to acknowledge or feel. It’s our personal blind spot that Pluto brings to our attention when we’re ready.

Saturn is all about laying strong foundations, taking responsibility and growing up. It also represents authority, systems and structures. It’s the Father…who we often have to take down from the pedestal we’ve put him on and claim our own inner Father/inner authority. The Father in this case might represent your actual dad, but it also represents anyone who has had authority over us personally or collectively: work bosses, heads of companies, religious institutions, governments.

Lunar Eclipses are about letting go, and seeing what we couldn’t see before. They can represent the end of a chapter, closure, a realisation that you needed to have.

So to have all of that happening simultaneously in Saturn’s home sign of Capricorn, well it’s safe to say that 2020 is making its intentions clear right from the start.

There will be a LOT playing out on the global/political stage in 2020. Many of you have very specific roles to play whether it is “holding the light” for lack of a better term, sharing the darker truths, or supporting the awakening process in a million different ways. It is VITALLY important that you have a good relationship with both your Pluto and Saturn energy, have worked on these energies within yourself in an adequate way, and continue to work with them as allies over the next 3 months, and moving forward over the 12 months of 2020. Why? In short, that’s how you’re going to get stuff done with maximum power and minimum resistance from either yourself or others.

These two planets are hardcore to say the least. When we avoid or ignore them, it can seem like all life is working against us. When we open our eyes and ask “What do you want me to know/do/remember?” that’s when we more easily can go with the flow of Pluto’s transformation process. That’s when we pay attention to Saturn’s clipboard and to do lists, put our boots on the ground, and methodically do what needs doing.

Working with Pluto:

1) Am I resisting change in any part of myself, my identity, or my life?

2) How do I view power? How am I using my power? How do I want to use my power?

3) What part of me is ready to come out in a bigger way?

4) What kind of person do I continually still bump up against, and what is that trying to teach me?

Working with Saturn:

1) Do I still have any “father” issues?

2) Do I still have any issues with “authority”? What is my relationship like with my inner authority? Do I feel connected to my inner sovereignty?

3) Where do I need to take greater responsibility for my life?

4) How does the energy of “control” show up in my life?

5) What is it that I really want, and what step by step plans/strategies/to do lists/daily actions do I need to put into practice?

6) What comes up for me when I think of stability and security? How can I cultivate a strong inner foundation that is always there for me no matter what? How can I create a stronger outer foundation that supports and sustains me?

There’s plenty here to keep you busy in your journal for a while!

Love Dana

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Wanting to Break Free

By A Gift From Gaia

A spectrum shift is in order for us all, the solar storm didn’t arrive but we were gifted a loving gentle breeze to activate those recent codes we have been receiving daily through this solar minimum.

Our systems have come accustomed to the photonic light that is dominant now so even the gentle winds bring an enormous amount of change, blowing the dust out of the way to see clearly what requires your attention or where you can expand into opportunities

Many are being called to secure the physical in terms of self love which brings dietary changes, exercise and really getting to learn the language of the physical, which is essential to continue the unification process, also essential for the upcoming energies of 2020, raising the physical body vibration will be crucial as the light due to enter will feel like a quantum leap, however with eyes looking through the low octaves this could well look like a huge leap backwards, we must come back to a secure footing to begin a rebuild which means all that is not aligned and solid for the future path must come away.

So take a moment to listen to the whispers coming up, what are you putting in the “I should” bucket, that’s a soul calling, take it out of the bucket and bring it into action, this energy we are receiving supports this and you will find it an easy shift.

Today is going to have a bit of a Freddie Mercury feel as the song in my head as I woke was “I want to break free”

Mars is Trine with Uranus and this is going to be a huge influence on the next few days, cosmic surfers will be tweaking their style of surf, noticing the different stances on the board creating more speed, more precision on the experience, this is likely to hit the shops, friendships, relationships all ships that have served their use physically and all there is to do is write your ships log, detail the experience, extract the data that is if use for you to use and allow the landing ropes to be set free. Lower octaves may well feel as though they are restricted somewhat, feeling stuck, uncomfortable and a little irritable but with some clear vision and introspection they will find it was only ever their attachment, standing in their own way and even though it may not be easy to spot at first, just taking the time out in SOULitude, making a physical heart connection will allow the heart to make contact and whisper its truth, what it requires to be free.

But one thing is for sure, this desire to break free, for change will create some magnificent waves within the collective grid and for that reason I am going to be spending the day away from electronics and social media so i will be assisting from the space where most can be achieved…right in the centre of my being, deep inside the web within.

Next dose of solar winds due on the 1st, the day after the New Moon, now that’s activating! We will continue to feel the current wave, which I might add became hot stuff during the night in the UK, heat within the veins, spine and crown were intense, expansion is all around.

Happy surfing beautiful beings!

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Virgo Season: The Best

By Nadia Gilchrist

The Sun enters Virgo on Aug 23rd at 6:01 AM EDT. The focus is on improvement, details and service. This is the season where you’re compelled to look at what’s wrong/missing and how that could be improved. But it’s also easy to remain stuck on what’s broken and ignore how it might be upgraded.

Virgo is the sign of service. This means (ideally) helping others without allowing yourself to become a slave/servant. Or, accepting help because you realize that someone has a more effective solution. “Service” is a difficult issue for many- some see it as a shameful thing and they look down on those who serve them (cashiers, waiters/waitresses, etc.) How you treat those who serve you says everything about the type of person you are. Others try to force their help on those who cannot be helped. It’s important to know when someone doesn’t want your assistance.

At its best, Virgo elevates mundane tasks – pride is taken in the precision of the work. The work becomes a thing of beauty that cuts through time and space like a laser, delivering exactly what’s needed at the perfect time. Details are elevated to something transcendent and the complexity of the thing that’s been built takes your breath away. Virgo specifics are the path to elevation and transcendence – God really is in the details. What you overlook can tear you down. What you focus on can raise you up.

Virgo is also about purity – focusing on the one issue and the best use of energy. Focusing on what’s healthiest. Virgo is self-contained, which applies to the concept of virginity. Sexual energy is not repressed. Instead, it’s reserved. Consider the difference. Do you waste your energy on those who don’t appreciate you? Or do you reserve yourself for those who understand your value?

Be selective and see what happens.

Here are the aspects the Virgo Sun will make:

Aug 28th: Sun inconjunct Chiron Rx in Aries (4 deg)

Aug 28th: square Ceres in Sagittarius (5 deg)

Aug 29th: Sun trine Uranus Rx in Taurus (6 deg)

Sep 2nd: Sun conjunct Mars (9 deg)

Sep 3rd: Sun conjunct Mercury (11 deg)

Sep 6th: Sun trine Saturn Rx in Capricorn (14 deg)

Sep 6th: opposite Black Moon Lilith in Pisces (14 deg)

Sep 8th: Sun square Jupiter in Sagittarius (14 deg)

Sep 8th: Sun trine Capricorn North Node (15 deg)

Sep 10th: Sun opposite Neptune Rx in Pisces (17 deg)

Sep 13th: Sun trine Pluto Rx in Capricorn (20 deg)

Sep 20th: trine Vesta in Taurus (27 deg)

Sep 23rd: Libra ingress

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