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hi, could you write a headcanon where y/n has complicated homework and asks for help from the boys and girls, thanks in advance

The boys help MC with its homework:

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's the headcanons you asked! Here, I assumed that the MC was at high school. It's a parental relationship with the boys. You can assume that the MC is the biological child of one of the boys or that they simply adopted a child at some point.

I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

Vladimir had teachers hired by his parents for him and his brothers and sisters. When it wasn't one of his parents who took time out to give them lessons. So he would have preferred you to have lessons at home, rather than see you go off to see other people. After all, he's worried about you and he's never sure you'll be safe at school.

He often supervises your homework. It's not that he wants to be controlling, it's just his mother-hen side shining through. On more than one occasion, he's helped you with your homework, especially when it's maths - after all, Vladimir wouldn't hesitate to do maths for fun.

Tonight you were in a bind. You don't usually do your homework at the last minute. OK, sometimes you did, but that wasn't the case this time. You'd been working on this maths assignment for over five hours. What's more, it was a graded homework - it wouldn't have been much fun otherwise. Five hours of trying, re-trying, re-re-trying to find the solution to this problem, only to come up with a different result every time. You'd tried contacting your friends for help, but they'd all had different results too. In desperation, you stared at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling for several minutes, as if the answer might have fallen from a candle.

"MC? What are you doing up at this time of night, aren't you going to school tomorrow?

-Normally if…," you mumbled, turning your head slowly towards him.

-And why are you doing your homework at this hour?"

You looked at him silently for several seconds before sighing in the same dramatic tone Raphaël might have used.

"I'm desperate, I'll never make it. It's not a failure, it's a catastrophe. I don't have a choice now, I can't give this back tomorrow, so all I have to do is drown in the swamp or change my name and leave the country.

-For God's sake, don't talk like that, you sound like Raphaël. What can't you do in this homework? It can't be that bad.

-Everything Vava. All of it. I can't do it so well that I'm questioning my own first name. It turns out that my name isn't MC and I've been wrong all along, and maybe the rain isn't rain and the wind isn't wind… I'm not even sure that 2 and 2 make 4 any more… "

Vladimir rolled his eyes when he heard you speak before pulling up a chair to sit next to you.

"Come on, don't talk nonsense and show me that instead."

You handed him the sheet before letting your head fall dramatically back onto the table. Vladimir merely sighed before beginning to read out the instructions. There was a long moment of silence before he spoke.

"That's not this year's program.

-That's what the teacher gave us," you defend yourself immediately, "I'd like to spend my afternoons doing something other than staring at a maths paper. And… how do you know it's not on the syllabus?

-I've read the syllabus.

-Nobody reads the syllabus Vava...

-I just told you I did."

You looked at him again, one eyebrow raised in doubt, before shrugging. Yes, coming from Vladimir it was actually quite logical, of course he would read this year's syllabus.

"But… if it's not on this year's syllabus, I'll never make it! You're not going to leave me with this, are you? You've got to help me, Vava.

-I wouldn't have a problem with that…" replied the vampire.

A big smile appears on your face as you cling to his arm.

"Please help me! I'll never ask you for anything again. I'll be the quietest person in this mansion. I want to go to sleep so badly, I don't want to do maths ever again. Help me, Vava!

-I'll help you, it's OK, don't shout in my ears."

You let out a cry of joy and Vladimir winced in pain, yet he made no comment and simply started doing the calculations. He was fast, very fast, and in just a few minutes your maths exercise was finished and all you had to do was copy it onto a clean sheet of paper.

Béliath :

It was her sister who taught Beliath everything. There isn't really a school in the world of succubi, well… there is one, but only for succubi, incubi and half-demons don't have access to it. So Beliath was quite enthusiastic about the idea of enrolling you in a school. He's always the first to want gossip about your classmates and the only one who really cares.

He never helps you with your homework. It's not that he's not interested, but his level in many subjects is not excellent. For example, he has no knowledge of biology, physics or chemistry, and the only knowledge he has of history is that of the periods in which he lived, and even then he confuses a lot of things.

Tonight, you had gone to bed feeling light-headed and in good spirits at the thought of being able to enjoy your bed, its wonderful blankets and comfortable pillows. Until your conscience jolted you awake, and you scrambled for your school bag full of dread before realising that you hadn't done a maths exercise. It's not that you're not good at maths, or anything, but it's three o'clock in the morning, your mind is foggy with fatigue and you feel like you can't think straight. You look at the paper in despair, you'll never get it right, the instructions seem to be written in another language.

"MC! What are you doing up? It's three in the morning!"

You jumped and almost dropped the mobile phone you were using for light before turning to Beliath.

"You could knock before coming in!

-At three in the morning? When you're supposed to be asleep?

-Yes. And how did you know I wasn't asleep anyway?

-I saw the light under your door. I got worried.

-If someone wanted to murder me they wouldn't take the time to switch the light on first… or they'd be bloody stupid.

-I worried that you weren't feeling well, that you were ill.

-Mm. Yeah, that makes sense.

-So, what are you doing?"

You shook the sheet of paper in reply and Beliath closed the door to crouch on the floor beside you.

"What's this?" the incubus asked before turning the sheet of paper over and over, as if a secret might be lurking inside.

"My maths homework…

-And... why are you doing this homework so late?

-I forgot it! It happens to everyone! I had lots of important stuff to do and lots of other homework too. We're sweltering under homework at the moment, the teachers are trying to make us all burn out. I do so much homework that I even dream about it at night.

-You're exaggerating a bit...

-Please, Bel, help me!

-No. That's your problem. I've already got mine.

-Please, Vava will kill me! I'll be buried under her cyclamen before I can say "phew". I've already completely forgotten about last week's homework. You can't leave me like this."

Beliath sighed, but he sat down next to you again. They were hieroglyphics to him, literally, why were there letters in the middle of numbers and figures?

"Yes…. No… but. Have you seen my math level? Go and ask Vladimir.

-So you really want me dead, do you?" you ask, looking into his eyes with a serious expression.

Beliath looked at you for several seconds before rolling his eyes, no doubt you spent a lot of time with Raphaël to manage to be as dramatic as he was.

"Rah, it's OK. I'll help you… but don't expect it to be a success…"

You would have howled with joy, if you hadn't been afraid of alerting Vladimir. Beliath took your paper before starting work. He was rather slow, but little by little you managed to find the solution, even if it took you a long hour and by the end you felt as if you were constantly on the verge of falling asleep.

Ivan :

Ivan is one of the few members of the manor who actually went to public school. It's not an activity he enjoyed very much and often he would have preferred to be elsewhere. So he doesn't hesitate to cover for you when he knows you've skipped lessons. After all, he always feels sorry for you when you tell him that you still have a lesson with Mrs Delanay.

He sometimes helps you with your homework, quite often in fact. He wasn't particularly attentive in class and rarely did his homework, but that doesn't mean he didn't understand what was going on. He always got better marks in the arts, but art and music were fascinating courses, much more so than physics or chemistry…

You glanced angrily at the sheet of paper in front of you, and if it had been able to see your gaze, no doubt it would have run away to avoid your wrath… unfortunately, it was a sheet of paper, a sheet of paper with an art exercise on it. It wasn't that you weren't gifted in the subject, it was just that you had no inspiration for the subject "something scary" as your teacher had said, but well, you live with six vampires who organise blood-drinking parties in your own home, so your idea of what's scary isn't really the same as your classmates', so you're in danger of going off topic…

A desperate sigh escapes your lips as you let your head fall back against the table.

"Aren't you feeling well MC?"

You flinch as you hear Ivan's voice behind you, the vampire standing in the doorway to the living room, you shrug defeatedly.

"I've got writer's block... but for the painter... I'll never finish this project...

-Don't say that," Ivan consoles you, coming to sit next to me. What do you have to do? I was pretty good at drawing when I was at school, and Pierrick's a good teach.

You handed him the sheet of paper with the instructions on it with a sad look on your face and Ivan read it. Finally, he scratched his head before putting the sheet down again.

"Yeah, I can see the problem… your notion of scary is probably not the same as everyone else's.

-Right! What do I do now?

-We could ask Aaron…

-I have to do a drawing, an art painting, not give nightmares to the teacher and the rest of the class!

-That's true…" mumbled Ivan.

-I'm stuck… I've been at it for hours… I can't come up with any ideas, I'm struggling and yet I'm trying… What's more, thinking about it all the time makes my brain feel like it's slowing down."

Ivan nodded. He understood the problem pretty well. You were both silent for several seconds before he exclaimed.

"Oh, oh, I've got an idea!. Do the Twisted Man from Conjuring.

-The twisted man… Ivan, that's not scary…, you protest. Stopping Beliath's mother from killing us all, that was scary!

-Yes, it's not scary for you, but it could be for others. You could take inspiration from the Slenderman.

-Is the Slenderman scary?" you ask, full of doubt.

-He was very popular when I was at school, everyone told stories about him.

You sigh, it might be a good idea, if you change it enough.

-Anyway, it's not like I've got any other ideas. Let's just try this…"

You looked up reference images on your mobile phone with Ivan's help, and the vampire even went to the library for a moment to look for art books that might help you find inspiration. You stopped for a moment to look at a series of engravings depicting Dances Macabre from medieval times. Ivan made a few sketches with you to try and give you some ideas. At the end of the day, you finally had a drawing that you thought was good enough to give to your teacher.

Ivan :

Aaron never set foot in a school; his mother taught him everything. It was nice of course, but he didn't learn to read and write very well because of it and if his mother hadn't had to do the accounts for her dressmaking job, he probably wouldn't have learned to do maths. The idea of you going to a school was therefore very appealing to him. Like Vladimir, however, he was worried about your safety at school and insisted on visiting it himself. Did he frighten your teachers and classmates? Yes, a bit, but at least nobody bothers you.

He doesn't often help you with your homework. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that apart from a few history subjects, poetry and fauna and flora, he knows he doesn't have the necessary knowledge to be useful to you.

This evening you were working on a presentation given by your history teacher. "The Hundred Years' War". You were looking at the paper in front of you with some frustration. You still had a little time to finish the paper, but you wanted to get it perfect. It would, after all, be the last straw to live with vampires and fail your history presentation. You crossed your arms and groaned at your poster. This was the fourth time you'd done it and you still didn't like it. How could you talk about this war in just 10 minutes?

You sighed again, before pulling out a new poster to start all over again.

"MC? You seem annoyed tonight, is something wrong?"

You gasped as you heard Aaron's voice behind you, narrowly missing dropping your pen.

"Aaron! Don't come in like that! You'll give me a heart attack.

-Sorry," laughed the wolf, before walking over and looking at what you're working on. The Hundred Years' War… I fought in that…

-I know, you've already told me…, you turned slowly to your work before sighing again. I can't do it Aaron… I've been doing it over and over again for hours and it never satisfies me.

-You're too hard on yourself. Do you want me to help you?

-You'd help me," you exclaim, turning to Aaron.

-Of course, since I'm offering. Tell me exactly what you have to do."

Your eyes lit up at the news, Aaron is concise and to the point. You don't think you could find anyone better suited than him to help you sum up the Hundred Years' War in ten minutes or so. You explain your subject quickly and the wolf nods.

"Yes, I can see the problem, it's not easy to summarise such a war in such a short time. We'll see what we can do, don't worry. I'd start by giving a brief summary of the context, the main belligerents, then the stakes, maybe a brief aside on one of the battles, if you have time, and finally the consequences of the war.

-That would be about two minutes per subject…

-You don't have to talk about a battle if you think it's too short. The most important thing is the context, what's at stake and the consequences. For the belligerents, you can assume that the rest of your class already knows them."

You nodded before starting to look for an outline for your presentation. Aaron's advice was useful; even though he often underestimates his ability to speak eloquently, the turns of phrase he suggests have the advantage of being both beautiful and precise. Little by little, your presentation is refined, and after two hours of work it's almost entirely finished, and Aaron also seems satisfied. Once you've finished, you practise your presentation and you're right on time.

Raphaël :

He had teachers hired by his parents and learned to paint with his father. He wasn't really an attentive student, at least not when it came to anything that didn't have to do with art. He skipped a lot of lessons to go out and play with his friends and more than once fell asleep during lessons. Like Vladimir, he would have preferred you to have lessons at home, where at least he's sure you're safe. Unlike Vladimir, he totally covers for you if you skip lessons, listen, he used to do the same thing, he's not going to criticise.

Sometimes he helps you with your homework. As long as it's not maths, physics or biology. He's very knowledgeable on most subjects, but he often talks too much. You can't ask him a question without him launching into long explanations that don't really relate to your question in the end.

Tonight, you were revising one last time for your music lesson the next day, or rather for your music exam. You knew the piece by heart, you'd played it many times without the slightest mistake, but last night you couldn't do it any more. You cursed the piano with an angry growl. Why was it so difficult? It was supposed to be simple, but your fingers were getting all tangled up and making a mess of the keys.

Not wanting to admit defeat, you tried again, your fingers glided over the piano keys with a certain degree of habit, but they slipped on the last few notes, and you let out a raging howl as you barely restrained yourself from hitting the poor piano.

"MC, MC, calm down. You're too stressed to play tonight…"

You turned towards Raphaël, who had just entered the large living room.

"My exam is tomorrow, I can't stop until it's perfect," you reply immediately. "I can't present something that's only passable.

-It won't be "just passable", you're playing very well MC. But you've been playing for hours, and anyone in your place would be exhausted. I'm sure that if you take a break to relax a bit and enjoy yourself, you'll be able to do it again.

-But I can't relax at the moment," you protest. I could do it perfectly yesterday!"

At the end of your sentence, you let your head fall back to stare at the ceiling. Raphaël moves a little closer to you as he continues to speak.

"I know how frustrating it can be when you don't get to play what you want to play and I can assure you that a bit of rest can work wonders. I'll make you some hot chocolate if you like and you can tell me what fun you've had this week. When you try again later I'm sure you'll be able to do it.

-I don't have much interesting to say," you mumble wearily.

-I'm sure you're right, there's always something funny going on at your school," Raphaël smiles at you before putting a hand on your shoulder. Didn't you do a play not long ago?

-Oh no, please don't talk about this any more!" you mumble, thinking with your hands on your face.

Raphaël laughs before answering, "I'm going to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate and get some cakes, so why don't you sit down at the table and wait for me.

Raphaël left and after a sigh you decided to get up and go and sit at the table in the living room. He brought you a cup of hot chocolate while you continued to stare at the piano, as well as the little biscuits he had promised you, which were indeed your favourites. You ate them, mumbling mainly about your music lessons, before slowly changing the subject as the discussion progressed. Raphaël asked you questions about what you were doing at school and about your friends. You relaxed little by little until you were smiling again.

When you sat down again to play the piano later that evening, you managed the piece without making a single mistake.

Ethan :

Along with Ivan, Ethan is the only one who went to a state school. He was a very good pupil, without really needing to work. He always had an ability to understand things easily and he took advantage of that a lot, mainly by being inattentive in class and acting like a clown in the classroom. He thought the idea of sending you to high school was a good one, after all, you'd be bored to death if all you had for company were a bunch of boring old vampires. Like Aaron, he's only worried about the problems you might encounter, as long as none of your classmates are bothering you he's not worried.

He doesn't help you with your homework in general, unless you're having trouble with a physics, chemistry or biology assignment, but he does this by complaining (in fact, he's happy to help you, but he still hates the idea of having to do homework, even when it's not his own).

This evening, you were trying to finish a chemistry assignment… trying, because you'd been at it all morning and you'd finally got to the last exercise. You'd almost finished, which was the most important thing, but your eyes were falling out from exhaustion and you couldn't understand anything about the last exercise. It wasn't for want of trying to understand, though. You read and reread and reread the instructions, but nothing made sense any more. It was as if the instructions for the exercise had suddenly been written in a language you didn't understand.

You sighed before letting your head fall back into your arms, the thought of working even just five minutes longer made you want to cry. Why had the teacher given you such a long and complicated exercise! None of the other teachers did that, she was always the only one to make you crumble over exercises, each more complicated than the last. A third sigh escaped your lips. You still had that damned exercise to do.

"You look desperate tonight, is something wrong?"

You gasped before turning to Ethan. He was standing in the doorway looking at you. You couldn't help but sigh again before pointing to all the papers scattered on the table around you.

"I've still got a chemistry exercise to do… and I can't take it any more…

-I can see that," Ethan replies before coming closer. "Come on, show me this exercise. You're going to make a hurricane sighing like that."

You handed him the sheet, too happy to get help to think of protesting. Ethan read the instructions before frowning.

"That's a lot of work for one person," Ethan points out.

-It's because of the teacher," you answer. It's always like that with her… She gives us more homework than all the other teachers in the school put together.

-Can't you tell her that she's giving you too much work?

-If it was as simple as that I wouldn't do it…" you sigh again before slumping back in the chair. I'm fed up… I'm so tired I want to cry… plus I don't understand anything she's asking. I'm going to go crazy if this keeps up…"

Ethan looks at you as you stare exhaustedly at your work on the table. Normally he'd run away, but you look so tired he can't bring himself to do it.

"MC? How long have you been working on all this?" asks the vampire, gesturing towards your homework.

-Since this morning… "

Ethan sighs before sitting down next to you.

"Come on, give it up. I'll do the last exercise for you."

You sit up suddenly, surprised by the announcement, and exclaim.

"What?! What? Really?

-Yes, I really do. I'm not saying this as a joke and I'm only doing it because you look exhausted.

-Thank you Ethan," you sigh in relief before letting your head fall back into your arms. I could never have finished it without you."

The vampire rolls his eyes but starts to do the exercise, while you, without even realising it, have fallen asleep slumped on the table.

Neil :

Neil has always enjoyed learning things. If he'd been liked by his father, he'd probably have had much better teachers, but he had to learn a lot on his own. He wasn't really keen on the idea of you going to a school… do you really want to be around stupid, useless humans on a regular basis? He could have paid teachers to give you lessons at home… But he gave in to your demands. But you can't go to just any school! You have to go to the best private school in the area. After all, you can't just go to anyone.

He'll help you with your homework as soon as you ask, listen, he wants you to become as good as he is and it won't work if he refuses to help you or explain what he knows. What's more, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy teaching - it's really something he enjoys.

This evening you had an essay to do on the subject of 'Thaumaturgic kings', which was no easy task for you or your classmates. You'd been staring at the paper for half an hour without coming up with a plan for your dissertation. A quick search on the internet brought you across some university articles that were far too complicated for your level of understanding. You were at lycée, not university, and understanding all the nuances of these articles was just giving you a headache.

To top it all off, the teacher gave you some sources… in old French… so largely incomprehensible, just trying to decipher the writing made you feel like you were in an Indiana Jones film. You sighed in despair, you were never going to make it, that was a certainty and you couldn't afford to fail, it was out of the question.

"MC? You look sad tonight, is something wrong?"

You turned back to Neil, who was reading on the sofa, and sighed.

"I have to do an essay, but I can't understand the subject… let alone the sources… Why did people write so badly?

-Show me what your problem is. I might be able to help."

You handed Neil the exercise sheet as he came to join you at the table, and he sat down next to you to read it carefully.

"I see… "Thaumaturgic kings" refers to the healing powers granted to the king after his coronation. It's probably a rather complicated subject for someone your age…

-I don't know what to do, the teacher told us to do something simple, but I'm already struggling to understand what's going on and the sources are illegible!"

Neil bent down to pick up the sources you were pointing out before smiling.

"It's true that I've seen better writing… and there are a lot of abbreviations… didn't your teacher transcribe it for you in a more legible way?

-No. He left us with this!

-All right, then. I'll help you then. I'll start by reading the source for you, I think that'll be easier."

You nodded before bending over the text to try to follow. It was complicated, to say the least, and you interrupted Neil several times to try and understand certain abbreviations. Neil explained them to you patiently and little by little you even managed to decipher certain words.

"Wait, wait," you interrupted suddenly. Did you say Jean?

-Yes.

-But wait, Jean, it wasn't written like that before.

-Yes, it was. That's the problem with this kind of text - the spelling wasn't fixed.

-Not fixed, not fixed, there are limits after all, he could have decided on a way of writing it and stuck to it.

Neil laughs at your confusion before showing you another spelling a little further down the text.

"It's written in a different way here".

You sigh, a little disappointed by such unstable spelling, before continuing to listen to Neil.

You work on your essay together for a while longer, gradually understanding the subject better and better, and coming up with a plan for your essay no longer seems insurmountable. You quickly finish the work before going out for a walk in town with Neil.

Léandra :

She went to a sort of school for succubi when she was a child. It wasn't her favourite thing to do and most of the time she just skipped classes. Most things she learned from her mother or other older succubi. She was a bit put off by your idea of wanting to go to a school because… well it's not the most fun place in the world, but she gave in after all, if that's all it takes to please you.

She doesn't often help you with your homework. More often than not, she doesn't really understand it. Her knowledge of many human subjects is rather vague and she doesn't see the point in going into it any further. Occasionally, when she's in a good mood or the subject interests her, she'll come to you and try to help, although this is quite rare, but her help is always appreciated.

This evening you were working on an exercise that your art teacher had given you. You had to work on a painting about Julius Caesar, more precisely the painting : The Assassination of Julius Caesar by Karl Theodor Von Piloty. The painting was rather interesting, but you didn't really know how to talk about it. No matter how hard you looked for information about the painter, you couldn't find any. You sighed as you continued your search.

"Who's that guy?"

You jumped as Léandra appeared behind you, pointing at César on the painting.

An emperor," you reply.

-And… it's normal for him to be assassinated?

-Well, given that is Caesar… yes."

Léandra remains silent for a moment, shaking her head, seemingly deep in thought, then continues.

"It was the Roman emperor who had sex with Cleopatra? Was it?

-Yes, that's it," you answer.

The discussion ends and You continue to look through the books while Léandra stands around you without moving, finally you turning round once more to ask her.

"Do you want anything?

-What should you do with this painting?

-A presentation.

-Sounds boring… can't your teacher teach you to paint instead? That would probably be more fun.

-No… Are you going to stand over my shoulder for much longer? If you've got nothing better to do, you can help me, you know?"

You had proposed the idea without the slightest hope that Léandra would accept, and yet to your astonishment, she sat down at the table next to you before looking at you.

"What do you want me to do?

-Um… I need to gather some information about the painting and the painter to do my presentation… but it's a bit complicated, I can't find much…

-Okay, I'll help you. "

You continued to stare at Leandra as she suddenly started rummaging through the books for you. It was rather unusual, to be honest, and it took you several seconds to manage to concentrate again on the book you were reading before she interrupted you.

In the end, with Léandra's help you found a lot more information than if you'd searched on your own. It didn't take you long to write your talk and set up the power point for the presentation. And once you'd finished everything, Léandra invited you to go out with her into town so that you could finally have some fun.

Farah :

Farah learnt everything she needed to know from her older brother after they left the family. She learned to read and write from him, and he taught her all about flora and fauna and how to look after herself. So when you told her you wanted to go to a high school, she was all for it. But it was a bit complicated, the pack travels a lot and you couldn't travel with them while studying. So she rented you a small flat near the school and visits you every weekend to see how you're doing.

She will help you with your homework whenever she can, but can only do so at weekends. Farah is always happy to do this for you. She is, of course, much better at helping you with subjects such as flora and fauna or history. However, if she doesn't master something in particular, she can always find a member of the pack to help you.

This evening, you sat in your living room with your homework, waiting for Farah to arrive. You were working on an exercise about the beginnings of human agriculture. It wasn't as easy as you had initially hoped, and little by little your mind was getting muddled. You jumped when you heard the front door open and rushed to meet Farah, who was calling you.

"Farah!" you exclaimed with palpable joy. "I thought you'd get here later!

-We walked faster than I expected," smiled the werewolf. How was your week? Have you got a lot of homework today? I thought I'd take you shopping with the pack when you'd finished."

-I've been working for hours on an exercise on the beginnings of human agriculture.

-I see. Do you need any help?

You quickly looked over all the work you still had to do. Of course, you were capable of doing it on your own, but it had been so long since you'd spent time with the pack and Farah that the idea of spending the day on homework instead of having fun depressed you. You nodded.

"Yes, please!"

-All right, I'll help you then. The sooner it's done, the sooner we can go and enjoy ourselves."

Farah followed you into the living room, smiling, and you sat down around the table. As you worked, you told her what you had done during the week.

"Are you having a good time at high school at the moment?

-Yes, we are. We're preparing a play! We haven't decided which one we're going to do yet, but we can choose between : Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood and Alice in Wonderland.

-Well, that sounds like fun, I hope you'll let me know when we can come and see it with the pack.

-Oh no, Farah, I'm going to get noticed if you all come."

The she-wolf laughed in amusement at your reaction, before resuming a few seconds later.

-You can ask Willie if you're nervous. He used to perform on stage when he was still human, so he knows how to deal with that sort of thing."

You nodded as you continued your homework, and with Farah's help it only took you an hour to finish it all. You left shortly afterwards to join the pack and go shopping together.

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[feminist-space]

"Do’s and Don’ts of communication and dementia

You can’t control memory loss – only your reaction to it.

For people with dementia, their disability is memory loss. Asking them to remember is like asking a blind person to see. (Common questions like “Did you take your pills?” or “What did you do today?” are the equivalent of asking them to remember something.) A loss of this magnitude reduces the capacity to reason. Expecting them to be reasonable or to accept your conclusion is unrealistic. Don’t correct, contradict, blame or insist. Reminders are rarely kind. They tell a person how disabled they are – over and over again.

People living with dementia say and do normal things for someone with memory impairment. If they were deliberately trying to exasperate you, they would have a different diagnosis. Forgive them…always. For example, your wife isn’t purposely hiding your favorite pair of shoes. She thinks she’s protecting them by putting them in a safe place…and then forgets.

Here are some basic Do’s when it comes to communication with someone with dementia:

-Give short, one sentence explanations.

-Allow plenty of time for comprehension, and then triple it.

-Repeat instructions or sentences exactly the same way.

-Avoid insistence. Try again later.

-Agree with them or distract them to a different subject or activity.

-Accept the blame when something’s wrong (even if it’s fantasy).

-Leave the room, if necessary, to avoid confrontations.

-Respond to the feelings rather than the words.

-Be patient and cheerful and reassuring. Do go with the flow.

-Practice 100% forgiveness. Memory loss progresses daily.

Here are some Don’ts:

-Don’t reason.

-Don’t argue.

-Don’t confront.

-Don’t remind them they forget.

-Don’t question recent memory.

-Don’t take it personally.

We’ve put together some specific examples of good and bad communication below, keeping these do’s and don’ts in mind.

“What doctor’s appointment? There’s nothing wrong with me.”

Don’t: (reason) “You’ve been seeing the doctor every three months for the last two years. It’s written on the calendar and I told you about it yesterday and this morning.”

DO: (short explanation) “It’s just a regular checkup.”

(accept blame) “I’m sorry if I forgot to tell you.”

“I didn’t write this check for $500. Someone at the bank is forging my signature.”

Don’t: (argue) “What? Don’t be silly! The bank wouldn’t be forging your signature.”

DO: (respond to feelings) “That’s a scary thought.”

(reassure) “I’ll make sure they don’t do that.”

(distract) “Would you help me fold the towels?”

“Nobody’s going to make decisions for me. You can go now…and don’t come back!”

Don’t: (confront) “I’m not going anywhere and you can’t remember enough to make your own decisions.”

DO: (accept blame or respond to feelings) “I’m sorry this is a tough time.”

(reassure) “I love you and we’re going to get through this together.”

(distract) “You know what? Don has a new job. He’s really excited about it.”

“Joe hasn’t called for a long time. I hope he’s okay.”

Don’t: (remind) “Joe called yesterday and you talked with him for 15 minutes.”

DO: (reassure) “You really like talking with him don’t you?”

(distract) “Let’s call him when we get back from our walk.”

“Hello, Mary. I see you’ve brought a friend with you.”

Don’t: (question memory) “Hi Mom. You remember Eric, don’t you? What did you do today?”

DO: (short explanation) “Hi Mom. You look wonderful! This is Eric. We work together.”

“Who are you? Where’s my husband?”

Don’t: (take it personally) “What do you mean – who’s your husband?” I am!”

DO: (go with the flow, reassure) “He’ll be here for dinner.”

(distract) “How about some milk and cookies?… Would you like chocolate chip or oatmeal?”

“I’m going to the store for a newspaper.”

Don’t: (repeat differently) “Please put your shoes on.”…You’ll need to put your shoes on.”

DO: (repeat exactly) “Please put your shoes on.”… “Please put your shoes on.”

“I don’t want to eat this! I hate chicken.”

Don’t: (respond negatively) “You just told me you wanted chicken. I’m not making you anything else, so you better eat it!”

Do: (accept blame) “I’m so sorry, I forgot. I was in such a rush that it slipped my mind.

(respond positively) Let me see what else we have available.” Leave the room and try again.

Need support? We’re here to help! Speak with one of our dementia experts by calling 858.492.4400 or emailing [email protected]."

[breilobrealdi]

You asked for asks :)

Crushing, touch-starved Villain comes for a haircut and oblivious, sweet Hero is their hairdresser today.

[A/N: Hi! So sorry for the late reply, but here it is! Not sure if it is exactly what you were looking for, but hope you’ll like it. :) I’m trying to get back to writing as it is something that I had to leave for a little while as life got complicated, but I’m hoping to be back and have one or two posts a week. English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for possible mistakes. Have a wonderful day!! ]

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Sometimes, everything felt a little too much. Oh, don't get him wrong, his purpose or resolution did not waver. HE was still very much driven to succeed, ready to do whatever was necessary. It was just...

The loneliness.

God. He knew the consequences of choosing this line of work, what it entailed. But his expectations did not prepare him for how harsh reality still was.

He could never trust anyone, never let his guard down. Not with strangers, not with anyone. Not even his henchmen, much less his so called allies.

He was so tired of it.

And that was dangerous. So, he tried to indulge himself with the less risky impulse he could think of: a haircut. He could get rid of the long locks that started to be annoying by blocking his eyes and always getting in the way, while establishing some mild social contact or interaction with other people outside of his circle.

And that's how he ended up at a hairdraisser's god knows where, with only a few other customers around. Thankfully, they were minding their own business while some relaxing music played in the background.

As soon as he opened the door, a small chime announced this arrival and a plain looking girl with a kind smile was instantly on him.

"Welcome! How may I help you?"

Something about her voice was strangely familiar, but it might just be the customer service tone.

"Hi, huh...", he took a second to clear his throat, suddenly feeling bashful. "I had an appointment."

"Of course. Mr... Kent, is it? Please follow me and we'll get started right away."

"Thank you."

As they went and he took his sit, he couldn't help and get tense while feeling her moving behind him, without being able to directly see her.

This was a bad idea.

He should have never come, what if she was some kind of spy and tried to attack him now? He had left himself unnecessarily vulnerable to any ind of--

"Careful now..."

She spoke softly just before warmth washed over him, wetting his hair and carefully avoiding his face.

"Is the temperature alright?"

"...Yes."

"Perfect. Please feel free to close your eyes and let me know if there is anything you need or would like differently."

He hummed, slowly following her instructions, though still a bit unsure. This was an experiment, he reminded himself. Not following them would mean going against its purpose.

He went completely still the moment he felt her hands softly scratching his head.

That was... really nice, actually.

He took a deep breath, and started to relax for real this time.

This is something he could get used to.

His mind started drifting, blank, only concentrated in the delicate, precise touch of hers...

[...]

Before he knew it, he suddenly found himself looking at the ceiling blinking really fast, confused.

What did just happen?

Oh, god. 

No.

Did he fall asleep?

Nonononono--

A hand on his shoulder stopped his rushing thoughts dead on their track and he could see her not long after, smiling what he assumed was reassuringly to him.

Panic must have been obvious on his face, because she quickly said.

"No need to worry, sir. You may rest for a little longer while I finish."

He was almost certain they could hear him with how strong his heart was beating. He made an effort to keep a straight face as he answered.

"Thank you, I'll be in your care."

And allowed himself to drift again under her touch. Were others supposed to feel this warm? He couldn’t remember, but he couldn’t stop himself from melting.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. 

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{Of Pens and Paper}- Blue Lions Edition

Prologue: Here Next: Golden Deer -coming soon-

Dimitri

My Beloved,

I know my struggle with words has caused many misunderstandings between us. If not on your side, then on mine. For once I would like the chance to collect my thoughts and share them with you. I have watched the sun rise and set many times, each alone. Yet for a short period the pain of solitude did not grasp my heart entirely. I speak of our days as students, where I had something to look forward to each coming day: you.

For a time, that brief respite was ripped away. Your face had joined the many I would watch the sun rise with, and that would deny me rest when it set. I have always been a husk of a man, yet your face is one I would rather die than see corrupted. To see meet again, yet as the monster I have become--the goddess has a cruel sense of humor. I could not bring myself to appreciate her gift in the beginning. Not as the broken man I was, and still am in a way.

Which is why I write to tell you this. I appreciate you, your presence in my life, the friend you are to our allies, and the strength you give to my homeland. You always have seen the good in people, in the world…even in someone like me.

You are as beautiful as the day I lost you, and not one moment passes where I do not thank the gods for returning you to my side. Above all, I am thankful that you allow me to love you. 

Forever yours,

Dimitri

A letter expressing your importance in their life

Dedue

(Y/N),

Rest well. You have earned this celebration just as we all have. Should you awaken before I return, there are extra blankets stored in the chest near the fire place. I considered returning you to your room, but Manuela instructed for you to remain under supervision until your condition stabilizes. I hope awaking in my room was not too big a surprise. If so then I apologize.

I will return in the evening with dinner. Hopefully you will be awake at the time. Feel free to relax anywhere you would like or light the fireplace for warmth. As stated, you did well in our last battle. Professor Byleth said there would be a toast in your honor tonight, and I am proud. Proud to watch you grow, and to call myself your partner.

Tonight's dinner is porridge with fruit. I will prepare it myself, so please be ready to eat.

Regards,

Dedue

A letter of congratulations

Felix

(Y/N),

I would say this in person, but you likely don't want to see me right now. I also would normally wait for you to stop being so childish, though this treatment is mostly my fault. I'm not that bone-headed to overlook our past. All I can say is that I'm sorry. I wish I never acted the way I did towards you. I was in the wrong to be rude when we first met, and my stupid pride caused this annoying 'rivalry,' if you could even call it that.

It seems everything I do regarding you is always one-sided, fighting included.

This isn't coming out the way that I wanted, but I'm on my last piece of paper and nearly out of ink. I can't speak nonsense like Sylvain, or woo you with lies. I would sooner die, honestly. I didn't choose to fall in love with you, it just happened somehow. I want to know if you love me too.

If you don't come find me by tonight then I'm coming to you. I won't leave without an answer this time.

-Felix

A letter containing an important confession

Sylvain

My Love,

Surprised? Didn't think I was one for penmanship, did you? I figure most of my attempts to flirt don't work out well, so why not try something new? Feel free to show this off to everyone. Matter of fact, I expect you to, otherwise I will take great offense. After all, we're partners now. It's not fair if you don't brag about me like I do you.

Man, it feels surreal writing this. Last week I was blubbering to Ingrid about you over a pint, and yesterday you beat me to the punch and confessed. I was so tired of fighting it-my feelings, I mean. I knew the way I thought about you was special. For a long time, actually. I wanted us to stay friends, after all, you deserve someone way better than me. So hearing those words…yeah. I was right, this is hard. All I can say is that it felt like someone said I would get to eat my favorite foods every day. Not in a glutton way, but like being told you'll have some type of promised happiness for life.

Hopefully you can make sense of what I just said. If not? Well, I'll let my actions do the talking next time.

Sincerely,

Sylvain. Aka. Your fiancé  (I saw that eyeroll)

A letter retelling of your first 'I love you'

Ashe

My flower,

I hope this letter finds you well. If not, then I hope you are at least taking care of yourself. Remember to drink plenty of water and rest! I may not be there to nag you myself, but may my words at least guilt you somewhat.

Yes, I am playing 'dirty,' as you like to call it. I miss you dearly, and want you home in one piece.

Home, for me, is with you. It has been ever since we first met. At the time I didn't know it, but I firmly believe the goddess decides our fated long before we are born. The first time you held my hand, something told me deep down that I would follow you wherever you go. I was excited and scared, because at the time becoming a knight was my dream. I knight lived for their king.

I still remember how your hand felt that day. I remember your gentle grasp and how sweaty I was in comparison. It took time, but I learned that being a knight means protecting the people you care about. You serve the king, but you serve to protect your loved ones. The day you held my hand, I knew you would be important.

But the day I realized this, is the day I realized I love you. So please, bring back my home safely.

With love,

Ashe

A letter reminiscing of when they fell in love

Annette

Dearest (Y/N),

Thank you for yesterday! I don't know if I could have taught that class without your help. I know that we're expected to teach our specialties to the new soldiers, but that was way too nerve wracking. The last time I set foot in that classroom was as a student, so who's bright idea was it to have me teach reason lessons?!

I could understand if we had no one else, but Professor Manuela (should we start calling her only as Manuela? It feels rude…) is available! At least give me some time to prepare, you know? I definitely was not prepared to give demonstrations…

You, on the other hand, we're amazing! I would think you had been teaching for years if not for our current situation. I really admire your ability to adapt to change. If it's no bother, I hope you can teach me too? Not in reason but in being more confident!

I know you saw it. My father…he was watching. I don't think he knows that I know who he is. Maybe with your help, I might be able to confront him about it. Being with you makes me want to better myself, and right now? You're my family and my determination to see this war through.

Love,

Annette

A letter thanking you for your help

Mercedes

Darling,

Happy Birthday! I hope you don't mine me slipping in a surprise on this special day. It's very rare that we have a moment of respite, but it would feel wrong letting this day go by without celebrating. I do not know if our paths will cross during our duties, but please pen in some time for me later this evening, yes?

I am so happy that you are here with us - with me. Today we celebrate the gift that is yourself. I have prepared a special meal for us to share later. I won't divulge the surprise, but know that it is something you enjoy greatly! I can hear your thought now, 'but I enjoy everything Mercie makes for me,' hehe. Today you deserve a special treat, my darling.

I am greatly looking forward to our time together. For now, please enjoy the fruits I have left with this letter. Know that I am thinking of you on this day, and that our friends love you. Perhaps not as much as I do, but I believe that is acceptable.

Wishing you the happiest of days,

Mercedes

A letter for your birthday

Ingrid

(Y/N),

I could not help but notice the oversized basket on my doorstep this morning. At first I thought Sylvain was playing a prank, or that Mercedes had baked too much bread. Yet color me surprised when your name was written on the tag.

What did you do? More specifically, what did you break? No gift comes without consequence when it comes to you. Fresh pastries don't come out of thin air and I doubt you have room in your schedule to be baking. If you do then perhaps Seteth has lost his touch in wrangling slackers.

I'm kidding. I just wanted to thank you for the gift. I was surprised to say the least. We're not necessarily in the position to get good-tasting food these days, and it was nice to eat something other than seared mutton. I tried to keep my feelings to myself, but nothing gets by you, huh?

I would thank you in person if I could, but it looks like I'm training the Pegasus Knight recruits today. I also have patrol, which means I likely won't be free until you're long asleep. 

Warm Regards,

Ingrid G.

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[acefaun]

hi 🙂 I want to know how the zodiac gods will react if they found mc cheating on them with another god who works for the king. Please Please Please make it an angst.

Human Weakness

Synopsis: Your boyfriend so often treats you as less of an equal without thinking about how you might feel. So… Why should you feel guilty for falling in love with another god who works for the King? 

✨Masterlist✨ Female Goldfish!

A/n: Angst, AnGsT, ANGST!! 💀 You have no idea how much I wanted to make MC cheat on them with my Goddess OC Ophiuchus. 💀 I made her last year and never mentioned her or used her for anything so I want to change that this year. I’ll get around to writing her backstory sometime and maybe about her relationship with MC. For now…Male-Ophiuchus! Ophiuchus was the only way I could get myself to write about cheating… I don’t know how many more of these I can write. 

–Word Count: 5,133 –

He was a lovely god… by all means, you should have brought up how you felt with him rather than pouring your heart out to some stranger you ran into in the palace.

All you could admit was that you weren’t having the best of days when you first met Fi, the god of Ophiuchus. He was kind and considerate, unlike how you’d come to see your boyfriend. Fi was willing to listen to what was bothering you and try to help you fix the situation. After all, similar to how Ichthys could heal wounds, Fi had the power to heal emotional wounds. You wouldn't have believed it if you didn't experience it yourself.

When you were first introduced to a relationship with a god, you expected a little more communication between the two of you. You had a fairly good idea on how relationships were supposed to work. You were positive it didn’t include flirting with all the goddesses he came across. 

Though, to be fair, you knew the zodiac gods were like that before you started dating your boyfriend. You should’ve known better than to place your heart in the hands of a god who didn’t take care of you like he was supposed to. 

So… what was it to him if you started seeing someone who treated you like you mattered? Ophiuchus treated you like you were the only person in the universe. Who could blame you for wanting someone like that who took care of you?

You happened to be in the Heavens searching for your zodiac god when you literally ran into Fi, the god you’d fallen head over heels for. He grinned down at you, surprised to find you lost in the palace all by yourself—similar to how you first met. “My goddess, it’s a pleasure to run into you around here. Such a rare sight.”

“Rare?” You questioned, your eyebrow lifting. “I feel like I’m here more often than that. But I feel like you see me more often than I show up in the palace.”

“How else am I supposed to make sure he didn’t upset you again?” Fi’s gaze softened as he reached out to caress your cheek. “I can sense your heart in shambles once again… How do they not realize how fragile you are?” He was mostly muttering to himself, but you heard him. 

You looked down, avoiding his gaze. He wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t like we could do more than point out everything that was wrong. “I’m tired of acting like it’s okay. Why is it he can speak to anyone he wants but I know he’d be angry to find me meeting with another god? He- He doesn’t care how I feel!”

“You're getting worked up over this,” Fi pointed out, his hands resting on your shoulders to steal your attention. “Take in a deep breath for me. Good, good. Now let it out sloooowly.” He smiled pleasantly as you did as he instructed. “Now, why don't you tell me what happened this time?” 

That was something you loved about Ophiuchus… He was willing to listen to everything to get it off of your chest—literally. The problems you divulged to him felt less intimidating and less of an emotional weight on your shoulders.

Sighing, you explained, “Well, it started at the mansion. I went visit him… to clear things up. I took your advice and decided to talk to him about how I was feeling. I tried to be honest… But he just brushed me off, like how I felt didn't matter!” 

“That’s not very nice,” Fi agreed, tapping his chin in thought. “Did he say anything unpleasant to you?”

“Well…” Your cheeks puffed out, glancing at the floor before Fi directed your attention back on him. “He acts like he owns me. I mean, I understand I'm just a human with stars in my eyes, but I have feelings just like he does!” It was like he noticed your tears before you did. His thumbs were delicately brushing your cheeks, silently encouraging you to continue. “Well… He got mad… As if I'm not entitled to my own feelings or something. So he told me to go home and left me. Though… None of this would have happened if I'd just stayed quiet. He wouldn't have gotten mad at me. So… Is it wrong that I came to apologize to him?”

Fi’s eyebrows furrowed, as he took your quivering hands in his. “You have no reason to apologize. I wish you wouldn't chase him so.”

Your eyes trailing down to his chest, you timidly asked, “Can… you hug me?”

His gaze softened before he pulled you into his arms, caressing your head gently. “You deserve much more than that cruel god is giving you. My poor (Name)... Won't you rely on me and let me be your strength?”

You gnawed on your bottom lip before replying, “You asked me that already. You've been taking care of me and granting my wishes.”

He couldn't help but let a handsome smile slip across his face. “Hearing your answer a second time makes me feel like my efforts of taking care of you aren't going to waste. Let me be your pillar; let me be your happiness; let me be your light in the dark; let me be your forever-healing snake-bearer, the God of Ophiuchus.” 

“Yes,” you quietly agreed, your fingers desperately gripping into his department uniform. “Heal me. Make it stop hurting…”

He gently tilted your head up toward him as he had done many times that you'd been seeing him, lowering his own just enough for his lips to softly land against your willing ones. 

♌️♌️♌️

Leon’s first reaction was to jump in immediately and interrupt the two of you, but he had to pause at seeing the way your arms wound around Ophiuchus’ back. Were you… actually openly accepting this god’s touch? He was pissed, needless to say, and his desire to take back what was his was strong.

Only… that was the problem, wasn’t it? He recalled your words from earlier. At the time he thought you were just complaining about him for the sake of complaining—Karno did that all the time. You didn’t like how controlling he was or how he treated you like an object. Honestly, you were a goldfish—you were his goldfish. Why was there a special protocol for how he was supposed to treat you? He loved you and you loved him. Wasn’t that enough for you? Well… come to think of it, perhaps he asked too much of such a lower creature. Still, he would not apologize for chasing you into the arms of another man. His pride was too strong for that. 

If you want to cheat on him, then by all means, go ahead! It’s not like that funny feeling in his chest was heartbreak or anything. He knew that when Ophiuchus was finished with you, then you’d be running back into his arms in no time. Of course… that’s contemplating the fact of if Ophiuchus could even mess up as badly as he had… If Leon had taken your words into consideration then you wouldn’t have had to go to anyone else to feel genuinely cared for. 

Turning on his heel, he had seen enough. He didn’t need to start something with a rejected zodiac.

♋️♋️♋️

Karno always thought Ophiuchus was a kind god who placed other’s feelings before his own, but clearly he was mistaken. Fi most certainly did not take Karno’s feelings into consideration upon choosing to devour you—wait. More importantly, did he even get your consent to be doing this? 

Judging by the way your arms wrapped around Fi in return, Karno had his heart-breaking answer. You were cheating on him… that was the only thing he could see as he unabashedly watched the two of you.

In some manners, it made sense to him. Karno had been the cause of your grief for a long time coming—it was only a matter of time before your relationship fell apart. It was just that… this was not how he was expecting it to happen. 

He was at least certain of it being due to how he ruined your life as a child and proceeded to hide the evidence by erasing your memories… or the fact that he failed as a guardian from the dark gods… or maybe you even suspected him of being unloyal. Any of the reasons were plausible.

Still, why with Ophiuchus? Of all the gods in the Heavens~ No, Ophiuchus was a nice man—an upstanding member of the Zodiacs. He might have deserved you more than Karno who only ever blundered your relationship.

Regardless… he would be sure to slip extra spices in Ophiuchus’s plate at their next gathering. It wouldn’t fix his heartache from losing you… but it would be an opportunity to see Fi in pain.

♒️♒️♒️

Huedhaut felt like he was losing Clotho again. He finally got her back and- Wait. No. You weren’t Clotho. It was just a similar feeling to losing her that plagued his heart. 

Since Clotho’s departure Huedhaut had to admit that his heart had frozen over into a solid state. With his emotions at the bare minimum, it wasn’t surprising that he rarely ever spoke to gods outside of the two departments. Nevertheless, he knew of Ophiuchus, the god kissing you now. Fi was friends with Clotho as well—two strange peas in a pod. 

But… perhaps things were always destined to be this way. Perhaps Huedhaut was always meant to have a frozen heart. It was what he deserved for being such a sinfully greedy god. He didn’t deserve your love and affection—he’d only be the death of you too. Besides… so as long as he kept reminiscing about Clotho, he would never truly be able to handle your relationship.

He had faults… the same as any other god—the same as Ophiuchus. It was just that you chose to find Hue’s faults and put them on display for him. You showed Hue what a nasty color envy was on him when you would point out that you weren’t telling him who he could and couldn’t talk to. He got comfortable in his relationship and started being social again—something that really came back to bite him in the ass. Meanwhile, he tried to control your contact with other men—how was that fair? It made sense you’d resort to cheating on him as a viable method of getting what you desired.

Yes, this reminded him of losing his beloved once again. But that was fine. You could be happy with Ophiuchus… Huedhaut would simply resign himself to being alone and frozen-hearted once again. 

♉️♉️♉️

Teorus didn’t understand why you were letting Ophiuchus do this to you… You were literally accepting him on top of you. He knew you didn’t notice him standing there, which made it even worse. You weren’t purposefully doing this in front of him to make him jealous; you were doing this because you were cheating on him. 

His cheeks flushed in irritation. Why did you get upset with him for talking to other goddesses when you were seeing this god behind his back?

Teorus always thought Ophiuchus was a strange god… so, what did he have that Teo didn’t? Teo was supposed to be your Prince Charming; who was this guy to steal you from under him? 

What was this feeling in his chest…? He was angry, he was jealous, but he was…. sad? No… He knew what sadness felt like. This was something else—something more intense that went deeper than petty sadness. 

Still, maybe you were right… He expected too much. If he had listened to your complaints and actually attempted to be a better god, then maybe you wouldn’t be in someone else’s arms, your lips on his. 

So, he had no reason to be angry at Ophiuchus for something that was his fault. Teorus chased you into the arms of another god and he didn’t give you the light of day to express your feelings to him. He supposed… he didn’t deserve you. More than that, you deserved someone who was going to care for you unconditionally… someone who wasn’t a god like him. 

♑️♑️♑️

Aigonorus stared blankly at first. The sensation of being betrayed hit him harshly once again. Only… this was different. You never dated him for status or to use him for his powers as a wishes god. You never had any ill intent with him. You loved him because he was himself. So… what happened? 

Last time the love of his life left him for someone else, it was probably in his best interest to let go. But… you… he didn’t want to lose you. You were the first person to genuinely love him and accept his heralds—and his heralds liked you too! They rarely liked anyone other than Aigo.

So, why did you go to Ophiuchus? It couldn’t have been a matter of who was more powerful or more prestigious. Aigo was a zodiac god while Ophiuchus barely made it as an actual member. By all means, Aigo was more powerful—but… that’s not what this was about. He knew you’d never be so heartless and petty.

He tried to think about it, not coming up with any viable answers right away. Unless this had something to do with your argument a short while ago. He doesn’t remember much, having been half asleep at the time. He only recalled you complaining about him not treating you like a person… He wondered how he seemed to treat you then. 

Blinking, he noted the way Ophiuchus looked at you like you were the only one in the world. Didn’t Aigo look at you like that? No… his face was usually too apathetic no matter how he felt on the inside. No matter how he looked at it… he wasn’t treating you like you wanted, and he ignored your pleas for change. So, Ophiuchus was your change… Well, he resigned himself to his heartbroken feelings. It seemed like less than he deserved.

♐️♐️♐️

Tauxolouve’s eyes widened in confusion as he watched the two of you. In a way… this made sense. When he kissed you and saw your death, it wasn’t him standing beside you in your final moments. He should have seen this coming. But… someone like him couldn’t change overnight. He was too confident in his ability to keep you. He’d dated countless goddesses. Finding you, he just assumed that you wouldn’t leave him—that you were the one. He was used to being the one leaving the relationship. Why did he think it was impossible for someone to leave him? 

You were wary of his womanizing ways ever since you met each other; he knew. He knew the other gods constantly overreacted about him being a big flirt, so he always thought your complaints were overreactions of the same nature. Your pleas fell onto deaf ears and now that he watched Ophiuchus sweeping you off of your feet, he wondered how far back it was that he went wrong.

The way Ophiuchus was looking at you, there was no way this was a new relationship that the two of you shared. In all the relationships he’d been in, he’d never been cheated on before. Was this perhaps what it felt like for a woman of his? Did they feel the heartache he was feeling when they watched him lightly chatting with other women? Was it accurate to compare the two scenarios? 

Regardless, he knew he couldn’t blame you for seeking the love of someone as kind as Ophiuchus. Maybe if he’d been better at listening and granting your wishes he would have had a decent chance. Maybe he deserved this pain you were giving him. Just maybe… he deserved to be alone—a lesson on treating others how you wanted to be treated.

♎️♎️♎️

Zyglavis was the Minister of Punishments. By all means, he was the scariest god in the Heavens and no one would dare get on his bad side—no one but Ophiuchus, it would seem. Of all things, you had to go to the least qualified god to be a zodiac. Then again… this wasn’t about rank, he knew. You hadn’t dated Zyglavis because he was a Minister, just as you didn’t cheat on him for someone more powerful. Ophiuchus was beneath him in all manners, but you still went to him. 

How did this happen again? He was always so busy with work that he didn’t recall you ever being this displeased with him. Though, perhaps that was why you had shouted at him earlier in the day when he was in a rush to return to the Heavens. But really, what were you? You were a human. Did you truly need his attention at all hours of the day? If he had the time he would have willingly given it to you—yet his negligence was what led to this.

The scowl on his face was steadily replaced with sad eyes. He couldn’t imagine that the one person he loved would betray him so easily… Then again, he betrayed you, didn’t he? He neglected you until you ran to someone else’s arms. His heart full of ache, he turned. It was the first time anyone considered giving a stick in the mud like him a fraction of their affection and he’d lost it all because of his horrid personality. Though, that wasn’t something that could change overnight. If you were happy with Ophiuchus… then so be it. 

♏️♏️♏️

Stupid woman! Scorpio couldn’t help but glare at the two. First you yelled at him that morning, next thing he knew you were in the Heavens with your lips all over Ophiuchus. Well, it could have been the other way around and he would have had every reason to kick his ass. Only… You looked like you were eagerly kissing him back. His cheeks flushed in frustration. Acting would only make you hate him more than you already did. 

But… If you were cheating on him then why should he feel remorse if he were to punish his subordinate for touching his goldfish? In fact, shouldn't he punish both of you? 

Sighing, the building irritation slowly escaped him. He didn't need to cause a scene. Besides, Scorpio knew he didn't have a clue on how to make you happy—you fell in love with him regardless, and you stuck to that decision. You tried your best to teach him how to have a nice relationship, but it was a waste of time in the end. All your lecturing couldn't help a hopeless case like him.

Ophiuchus could probably treat you better. At least he'd be able to hold your hand and not lose his mind over the gushy romantic crap that popped into your head. Though… He had to admit… He's sure he'll miss that the most. No one else showed him the kind of love you did… But it was too late for that. It was time for him to move on. He'd just… go back to being a puppet of the King.

♊️♊️♊️

Dui immediately turned away upon seeing you and Ophiuchus. He thought Ophiuchus was a nice god to have around—but there was such a thing as being too nice. Still, he didn't want Shadow to come out and deal with the nuisance himself. Though… What would the harm really be if Shadow came out? Dui hated this tense feeling in his chest. If Shadow came out, then he wouldn't have to deal with it—he wouldn't have to feel this way. 

But… What made you go behind his back like that? Why Ophiuchus? He wanted to think that Fi was a horrible god and manipulated you into falling for him—but he was sure that wasn't the case. Fi was a decent person… enough that he wouldn't use his powers to manipulate someone. Besides… You were so nice. There would be no point in manipulating you. But… if you were really so nice then why were you cheating on him? 

He had to wonder if it was what you were yelling about earlier… At the time he didn't really understand why you were yelling at him. I mean, did you really feel like he didn't treat you like a person? You said he treated you more akin to a pet but… it's not his fault you were such a cute goldfish. Was it so bad that he wanted to dote on you? And when he was too busy to be with you… Did you blame him? He liked humans, but maybe the way he treated you was too much. Ophiuchus would be the one to listen to your problems and help you, unlike him.

Not to mention you had your hands full with Shadow. Maybe you were tired of his split personality… Just like everyone else… Maybe this was better—for you, anyway.

♓️♓️♓️

It tempted Ichthys to just snap his fingers, showing Ophiuchus not to mess with a god like him, but he had to pause. He stopped himself for once, recalling that you had yelled at him earlier in the day for something similar. Come to think of it, amongst all of your yelling, you called him childish. Would pranking Ophiuchus out of jealousy be considered childish? And if you were to get caught up in his prank… That would mean you were right in accusing him of always treating you like a toy.

But he wasn't! When you first met each other, you liked his pranks and fun way of punishing people! When did you start resenting him for what he did best? Was it because he teased you too much? Just what did you think was so childish about him? 

You had been through a lot with him—you saved his life, to put it simply. If it weren’t for you, then he would have been okay with dying. But what was he supposed to do now that you were with Ophiuchus? Were you happy with him? You looked happy… That’s all he ever wanted for you. All of his jokes and pranks were all to make people smile—especially you. But he couldn’t even do that much for you. Frowning, his eyes averted from you to the floor. If Ichthys couldn’t make you happy then you clearly didn’t need him. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself quietly as he abandoned the scene. It looked like he was back to square one. Without you… he supposed he could go back to waiting until the end—pranking his days away and hoping to see someone smiling from it. In the meantime… maybe he could catch a glimpse of just a few more of your smiles. 

♍️♍️♍️

Partheno had rarely felt his demon blood flaring up in him, but seeing Ophiuchus touching his goldfish just made him feel much more possessive than usual. Immediately, his only desire was to see Ophiuchus punished, but of course, he had to stop himself from lashing out or using his powers. He was a god now, so he couldn’t just let such feelings take over without just cause. Though, this seemed like a just enough cause… 

His eyes narrowed on you, in specific. He was the god of love so he knew very well what the two of you felt just by looking at your faces. He wouldn’t have believed it to be true if you hadn’t yelled at him just that morning. Evidently being a god wasn’t the only task he had to fulfill in your eyes. He had to ‘stop acting like he owned you.’ Though, what did that really mean? He was treating you like a loving partner, wasn’t he? He was keeping you by his side, making sure you weren’t flirting with anyone else while he wasn’t around—give those gods an inch and they’ll take a mile. Ophiuchus was a prime example of a god taking you for granted. He took advantage of your soft heart almost as soon as it was displayed.

Partheno couldn’t believe you fell so easily for someone like Ophiuchus, but there you were. Well, considering all he had ever done to you, you deserved someone better. He was a demon; he used your kindness against you—he used your love against you. How could he have ever expected you to forgive him for that, truly? Yes… he supposed he deserved for you to cheat on him. Maybe it was better for him to find out this way. Now he knew the pain that you felt when you found out who he truly was when he took you to the Under Realm. All the heartbreak was so raw and unfiltered. The god of love would bask in the feeling of heartbreak—he deserved nothing less.

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Krioff felt the flames rising to his hand before he could even register what he was really seeing. As much as he wanted to lash out with his flames and bring harm to Ophiuchus, he knew you were there and his priority was keeping you safe—it didn’t matter what the situation looked like or what the situation actually was. Though the carpet was singed by his flames—proof of him being there—he made a swift exit from the building, determined not to make a troubling scene. Besides, you had already yelled at him before because of his possessiveness.

But didn’t you know he was just trying to keep you safe? All of his efforts were only meant to ensure you didn’t wander off into someone else’s arms or go off and get hurt on your own. It was all thanks to past experiences—he didn’t want to take any chances with you. But, evidently it was too much for you to handle. You told him to stop breathing down your neck and he thought he was doing a decent job, but evidently it wasn’t enough. You wanted change from a god like Krioff who was nearly as immovable as a boulder. 

But if you wanted something more from him, then maybe it was better you went to someone like Ophiuchus. Ophiuchus didn’t have the trauma as he did. Fi didn’t fight so hard to save his sister's life only to lose her—he wouldn’t know what loss was. Loss was what made Krioff hold you too hard. He suffocated you to the point where you desperately wanted to escape him. So… maybe you needed a soft god like Fi. Fi couldn’t hurt you with flames coming out of his hand… it was all the safer and better option. Anyone was the safer and better option when Krioff was the one getting compared.

#star crossed myth #scm leon #scm karno #scm huedhaut #scm teorus #scm tauxolouve #scm aigonorus #scm zyglavis #scm scorpio #scm dui #scm ichthys #scm partheno #scm krioff #star crossed myth fanfic #department of wishes #department of punishments #voltage inc fanfic #zodiac gods #my asks #scm ophiuchus

[tears-and-smiles-ao3]

"Close the door and take a seat," the doctor instructed, pointing at the one across the desk from her.

Loki did as asked, probably one of the few times they had ever done anything without some mischief up their sleeve. 

It mattered not. They needed more information before they could start to do anything to get out of here.

Sitting down, they realised that the hard plastic would be just as uncomfortable as the benches outside, but hopefully they wouldn't be here for long.

Well, they had hoped that would be the case but as the minutes went by and the doctor was still writing notes, they were starting to think otherwise.

"I'm not sure-" Loki began, leaning forward, but the doctor shushed him.

"Just a minute," she said, still writing. 

Loki sat back again and felt their fingers fidgeting with the arm of the chair. This wasn't like them, not really. They would never have stood for this when they had first come to the TVA.

'But you've changed,' their internal voice chimed in.

"Okay, Mr Laufeyson," the doctor said suddenly, pulling another file from atop a large pile on the left and opening it on the desk in front of her.

"It's not Mr," Loki said quickly. 

"Not Mr?" The doctor repeated, turning it into a question. She tilted her head to the side and looked up at them for the first time.

"No, it's Mx. I identify as non binary…"

The doctor seemed to consider this for a few heartbeats, then scored something out and wrote a few words underneath.

"Okay, Mx Laufeyson, what appears to be the problem?"

Loki swallowed. Their throat felt like sandpaper and their palms were sweating. Best just get this over with.

"I've been blanking out. I can't remember how I got to places."

The doctor nodded, her eyes softening into something like concern and understanding. A trained affectation, no doubt.

"Sometimes, I can't remember how I got into a room, and other times, it's that I've forgotten I've taken a few steps forward."

"And this has never happened before?" she asks.

"No."

"And do you feel dizzy?"

"A little disorientated, but not dizzy."

The doctor nods, scribbles something down on the bit of paper. Then she types something into the computer, reads it and frowns.

"Have you any family medical history of seizures?"

"I don't know," Loki says, and a tense feeling settles within them. They would never know that answer.

"Syncope?"

"I don't-"

"Anxiety?"

"I can't tell-"

"Low blood sugar?"

Loki slammed their fists down on the table. "I can never tell you that answer because I don't know. I was adopted."

"Oh?" the doctor says, then makes some more notes on the paper file.

"I'm a Jotunn, if that helps," Loki supplied.

The doctor types something into the computer. Probably the word Jotunn by the way she frowns.

"Can you spell that word, please."

"It's J-o-t-u-n-n. Sometimes spelled with one N."

The word is typed again, but the frown on her face only deepens.

She turns, closes the file and leans forward.

"Have you ever suffered from delusions?"

Loki felt the colour drain from their face. Memories of being mind controlled, being coerced to do the bidding of The Other flooded their mind. They knew they weren't themselves back then. What they did was wrong, but did that count as a delusion?

Norns, did believing they were the rightful king of Asgard count as a delusion? 

The doctor watched their face for about a minute, while Loki frantically considered the implications of them being delusional, of this being a real possibility.

When nothing came out of their mouth, she sat back, opened the file and began writing again.

"Here's what we are going to do. I'm going to refer you to our psychology department for further diagnostic work and we will take it from there. How does that sound?"

"Good, I think."

"Great. I'll be in touch. You're free to go."

Loki stood up and headed out the door, never been as glad to be out of a medical facility in all their life.

#this is part of a wip i'm writing #lokius #loki #loki laufeyson #mobius #mobius m mobius #marvel #mcu loki #loki x mobius #wip #wip wednesday #wowki #time husbands #time frost #tears-and-smiles-ao3 #my fanfiction #my wips

[dreamybun100]

How do you overcome your anxiety? 🥺😭

Hello I hope you're well! The short answer is; pills, therapy, and positivity. But here's an answer that I hope will actually help, plus some amazing free resources 😇 [warning: long read]

For me personally, I have overcome my anxiety, from a place where I thought I was incapable of "getting better", hated myself, and believed nothing good would ever happen again. I did so with a combination of cognitive behavioural therapy, antidepressants, beta blockers, and positive affirmations & self-love. It was a lot of hard work and effort, but believe me you can do it, you are strong enough, and you DESERVE to get better.

You may feel like anxiety controls your life & you can't do anything about it. Maybe you believe this is just who you are. But you can overcome your anxiety, you just haven't learnt how to do it yet!

This website has a huge amount of FREE professional-level workbooks and information sheets, created and used by real therapists. You can download/print this yourself, for free.

These tools can teach you why you are anxious, why your anxiety feels out-out-control, and how to handle it. Remember feeling anxious is part of being human, and we cant always control it, but you don't have to let it control you.

If you suffer from anxiety attacks, panic attacks, or any uncomfortable physical symptoms, you may benefit from beta-blockers. Think of it like a "chill pill" that can stop your body freaking out (ie rapid heart rate) when you feel anxious. Talk to your doctor if you think this will be good for you!

(Side note: physical symptoms of anxiety and anxiety/panic attacks can be anywhere from uncomfortable to downright terrifying. You may feel like you can't breathe or you're going to have a heart attack. But the truth is, anxiety itself is not dangerous & can't hurt you. Just breathe, and your body will be okay.)

Antidepressants can also be used to treat anxiety, so this may be an option for you. Antidepressants are not "happy pills" and don't work instantly. It can take a while before you see any noticeable improvement, and things may get worse before they get better, so make sure you discuss in detail with a professional if you're considering this. However in the long run they can make a big difference on your life!

IMPORTANT: Not all pills work for everyone, and it is possible to have a bad reaction. Always read the leaflets included in your medication so you know what possible side effects to expect. If you've started a new medication and something feels wrong, contact a doctor. Only take your meds as your doctor instructs, and do not stop taking them without discussing with them. If you feel better, it probably means they're working – don't quit now!

The final thing is positivity & self-love. If you have anxiety, you probably also suffer with low self-esteem, poor self-confidence, and/or issues with self-worth & self-acceptance. There are also workbooks on these included in the link above.

I used to absolutely hate myself; I couldn't look at myself in the mirror, I said cruel things about myself all the time, and constantly told myself I wasn't good enough. If you feel like this too, please know this; you don't have to change yourself, you only have to change the way you see yourself.

You are, and always will be, enough. You're an amazing human being, you're so strong for coming this far, and you should be so proud of yourself for everything you've overcome.

I recommend downloading this app. Scroll through the affirmations, and write down the ones that feel the most compelling to you; ones you believe about yourself now, and ones you want to believe about your future self. Write down "I love myself" until you can't help but to believe it. It will feel silly at first and you might feel like you're lying to yourself, but over time, you will learn to accept this love that you give to yourself. You can even decorate it in pretty themes!

I also recommend practicing gratitude daily. Not every day is a good day, but there is something god in every day! Try to write down at least one good thing (or ideally three) every single day, in a notebook, journal, or in your phone. There are also apps for gratitude journals, but I prefer the feel of writing on paper.

I hope that this will help you and anyone else reading! Thanks for sticking around til the end. If nothing else, I hope you know that there is hope, and I believe in you 🌸

#anxiety #ask #bun answers #therapy #mental health #mental health support #positivity #recovery #healing #self-love #self love #self-help #self help #mental wellbeing #mental health awareness #gratitude

[baronessblixen]

You know what? I refuse to let work get me down on Friday. Especially since I have Monday and Tuesday off. If my supervisor wants to be a bitch and wants to continue to passive-aggressively punish me for being different and quiet, then so be it. 

Happy Friday everyone ❤ Don’t let anyone make you believe you’re not good enough or that you should change to fit in. 

#personal #she hates that i'm never at the office and she can't control me #she hates that I'm quiet and don't gossip #she hates that i don't write texts like my co-worker #basically she hates *all* of me #i am okay with that #but for fuck's sake #if you're a supervisior #learn to separate the work from a person #and don't write work instructions like something is wrong here please look over it again #i'm not a child??? #deep breaths #i'm going for a run soon #(something they made fun of at work that one time. ah yes. how could I have forgotten that) #i know it's me #but I refuse to change #i'm me #and i'm not going to change into someone i'm not so i can fit into the workplace

[alixdelcourt]

Maybe other ones opinions matter more to you than ours

Pairing Katsuki Bakugou x female reader x Eijirou Kirishima

Genre : angst to fluff and comfort at the end.

WC and warnings : 1.5 k / Polyrelationship, Angst, feeling down, abandon, injury, mention of hospital and sedative. Please be careful reading this, and skip it if you're insecure or sensitive, you'll just get hurt. Please be careful.

Note : Hey everyone, I am back ! I am sorry, I wasn't on hiatus so I didn't warned you, I was just sick and trying to recover. And now that I am totally healed, I promise that I'll catch all your requests up quickly ! Today's work is @d3nk1x's request. I am sorry it took my like forever to achieve it, really sorry. I hope that you’ll like it, please let me know, and feel free to ask anything else. I kinda like your requests :)

Requests are still open, and since my college year is over, I am totally free to write whenever I want. And I am bored a bit, so please send many requests if you want, I will be happy to oblige !

The heart has its reasons which Reason knows nothing of… What was sure is that you loved them, from the bottom of your heart. But it wasn’t enough for you to be completely at ease with the relationship that you, Eijirou and Katsuki are entertaining. Well, such relations aren’t usual and you prefer to keep it for you. What would it be if people, even your friends, discover this part of your intimacy and feel free to criticize, or worse to judge you and to deprecate it… Would your ‘couple’ survive all of this ? You prefer not to take the risk. A happy life is a discreet one.

But, your significant others are not on the same page. Like, for the boys, you’re all adults and old enough to make your own choices. You chose them, you brought them together, so why couldn’t you assume this decision ? Why three people in love would be so odd ? This subject was the only point of contention for you, that comes up more and more often. Like tonight.

The three of you were in Katsuki’s room, for the usual nightly cuddles. To have some affection before going to sleep, each one in his own dorm room. For the other students not to notice, Eijirou is the first to leave, and after a couple of minutes, you follow him. But tonight, the guys made a big deal out of it. You argue, explaining again for like the thousandth time your position.

“I just… I just don’t feel comfortable with people knowing that I am in love with two guys. Maybe it’s okay for you to share the same girlfriend, but this isn’t was girls do.”

“And who cares about other girls ? They just don't know what they are missing !”

Eijirou winked at you, trying to make you laugh and give it all up as a joke, but you weren’t laughing. He sighed, and let your mutual boyfriend try. And he did. Like Katsuki really tried. He took your hand, and made you look at his crimson stare.

“Please, Y/n. Let us love you in full view of everyone. I am tired, we’re both tired of paying attention to our reactions around you. We just want to give you all the attention you deserve and the love you generate at any time, not bottling it up or botch it between two training sessions. I don’t want to hide anymore, because this means we’re doing something wrong. And we’re not. So please.”

He’s meaning what he’s saying, and you know it. Katsuki Bakugou ain’t one to beg, for anything. But even if this was the sweetest and the most romantic thing he has ever told you, you can’t overcome your fear. Which deeply hurt the boys in front of you. The ash blond haired released your hand.

“Maybe other ones opinions matter more to you than ours”

Usually, when he’s this rude, Eijirou stands up for you, but today he’s way too hurt and he agrees with Katsuki. Too many words jostle on your tongue, but none were sufficient for you to express how you’re feeling. With obvious teary eyes, you stand up and leave quickly before bursting in cries. You try to convince yourself that you’re feeling this way because they’ve been harsh on you, pressuring you like this, but you can’t fool yourself. Nothing hurts like the truth.

But you made it. You managed to sleep, and in the morning, you decide that you’re moving forward and as usual, leave the situation as it is. But you quickly notice that it’s not the case for Eijirou and Katsuki. When you went for breakfast, they were already done and heading to their own classes. Usually, you have your have your meals together and they accompany you before going about their business. Usually, Katsuki cooks in the morning, and you make the boys tea. Usually, Eijirou takes all of the bags on his shoulders because it’s manlier and ‘every little training helps’. But today was nothing like usual. You tried to avoid your paranoia during the whole morning, but you couldn’t anymore at lunch. They literally rejected you. In front of everyone. Maybe you finally ruined everything by yourself.

When you arrived to the cafeteria, you decided to wait for them before realizing that they weren’t late, but they didn’t wait for you. They were already eating with some classmates. Sero noticed you, lining up alone for your lunch and staring, with a troubled expression on your face.

“Why isn’t Y/n with you today ? The three of you are always together… Something happened ?”

“She decided that our company is no satisfying enough for her. We would not want to force her.”

You weren’t that far from them, and Eijirou’s hard words were sharp and loud enough to reach your ears. He said it that loud on purpose.

“I thought that you and her had a thing… Aren’t the two dating or something like this ?”

Katsuki growled at Denki’s curiosity.

“None of your business, you dumbass”

“I was asking Eijirou ! Of course, no one would date your rude ass”

“He’s right, Denki. Our love life is none of your business”.

No one could possibly ask anything after this, even if they took each other’s hand. They ain’t persons to take criticism. They just proved you that you can’t cut off people’s curiosity. You’re just not strong enough. So you ate alone, and reached the afternoon training late, sorrowed and unmotivated.

Since your two regular partners for training were sulking you, you paired up with Midoriya, who needed help for his frontal attacks. You were strong enough to repulse him sometimes, by putting all your frustration into your fight, and you were agile enough to avoid him when he was too strong. It wasn’t like your usual trainings, but it was instructive in that you were learning new things. And suddenly, just when your sadness has eased a little thanks to work, everything went so fast that you couldn’t understand. First, your eyes caught a familiar vision. Second, your turned your head to see that Katsuki was proudly and fiercely kissing a blushing Eijirou, that wasn’t ashamed to kiss him back. Third, your eyes went wide open, and your mouth in awe.

“… - SMASH !”

Fourth, everything faded away.

Before you open your eyes, you can tell that you’re in a hospital. The smell of disinfectant and the beeping of machines weren’t misleading. And when you opened your eyes, The memories came along with the severe pain. You remember… Izuku, Eijirou, Katsuki… Recovery girl… The hero trainer… The ambulance… The injury, the pain and the cries… The sedative… And then nothing. You got injured during the training, you weren’t paying attention and you received Izuku’s attack you were supposed to block or avoid with full force. If you were a villain, he would have neutralized you, which was the purpose of the training. He isn’t the one to blame, nor are the two who caught your attention. From the very beginning, you were the only culprit. And just when you were thinking of them, you heard Katsuki’s voice grunt behind the curtain that was surrounding your convalescence bed.

“We have to see her ! Oi listen you-”

“We’re in a hospital, quieter !”

“Please, doctor, let us see her. We are so worry, and we need to be by her side when she’ll wake up”

Eijirou’s pleading voice was trying to convince the relentless doctor.

“You’re not her family, I can’t allow you to do so. I am sorry, rules are rules.”

Someone, maybe Sero, intervened.

“C’mon, boys, there’s nothing to do but wait…”

However, they didn’t give up. Kirishima begging and Bakugou threatening almost made you cry. You struggled a bit, but managed to talk with a husky voice.

“Please let them in. They are my boyfriends. Please…”

The curtain was withdrawn in a hurry, and in a split second, the blond and the redhead were by your side.

“Y/N ! How are you feeling ! Is everything okay or are you-

“Don’t ever scare me like this again ! I might lose my mind if you ever-

They won’t let you get a word in edgeways, checking on you and their concerned eyes scanning you. You started crying.

“I am so sorry… I am so sorry that I was stupid enough to hurt you instead of overcoming my fear ! I don’t deserve you, I-”

Eijirou hushed to you, while carefully wrapping his arms around you.

“Shhhh… It’s okay now, sweetheart. We won’t talk about this now, and not anymore. Nothing is more important than seeing you happy and smiling…”

“Besides, all those who were waiting heard you… I am sorry…”

“What a plot twist ! Seriously, don’t be… I am not afraid anymore. Today was horrible, and I got more hurt by the truth then Izuku’s hit. I am not letting anything between us again. I love you, and nothing will stop me from doing so”

Katsuki took your hand in his, squeezing it against his heart and peppering it with kisses. Words aren’t for him, so he lets you know his gratitude in other ways. With a kiss on your forehead, Eijirou concludes.

“If it took you approaching death to realize it, you're more of a dumbass that he calls you so”

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NSFW 18+ Plushie - Dom! Bakugo x Bratty! Reader

WARNING: Everyone in the story is 18+ and consensual. Bdsm, DDLG, spanking, sexual content, harsh language, daddy bakugo, bratty/submissive reader, etc.

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A/N: I had fun writing this one. So enjoy my fellow brats. My request are open so send them to me. Thank you for the 100+ followers 🥺 more bratty reader x dom bakugo content is on its way.

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"Suki! Please!" You begged again as you walked past a store full of your favorite anime characters.

"No." Katsuki harshly states and continues walking. You were on his last nerve today. You woke up in a bratty mood and was taking it out on Katsuki. This man only has so much patience he can give and you made sure to take up every ounce of it.

You were getting desperate. You couldn't help you were a collector and loved collecting anything cute. Especially when it came to your favorite anime(s). It also didn't help you lived in Japan which was full of all things anime. Katsuki always spoils you wether he likes to admit it or not, but in your mind, you really needed this. It was the cutest plush of your favorite anime character. Granted, Katsuki would argue you have too many plushies at home and he was not wrong, but that didn't change your mind as you tried to dig your heels into the ground.

"Daddy please!" You whine.

Katsuki turned to look at you.

"Nice try, but answer is still no, dumbass."

You pout and continue to protest to go into the store, but Katsuki's grip is firm and strong. That still didn't stop you from putting up a fight. One of the many characteristics Katsuki loved and hated about you. You are just as stubborn and persistent as he is.

Katsuki let go of your hand and turned around to face you. You could tell he is a ticking time bomb and you have pushed your limit with him today. You have dated the ashy-blonde long enough to not be scared, though. You're still his girlfriend no matter how much of a brat you can be.

"Tch. Y/N, I am really not in the mood to deal with your shit right now. You have to the count of three to act right or your ass will be sorry." Katsuki warns while clicking his tongue.

You cross your arms and huff as you stand your ground. You wanted your way and you planned on getting it no matter what.

"One."

You didn't budge.

"Two."

Okay, a little more concerning.

"Three."

Katsuki picked you up and put you over his shoulder. The crowded shopping center stared as you demanded your strong boyfriend to put you down. You have pissed him off many times in public, but never to this degree. You actually were a bit nervous as he carried you into the store you wanted and walked into the nearest dressing room.

Katsuki set you down to your feet once he locked the door. You didn't meet his fuming interrogating gaze in fear you would meet under the heat from his anger.

"You're really lucky I'm being nice and punishing you in a secluded area since you decided to put on a show out there." He states.

You knew what that meant as you watched your significant over sit in the chair. He patted his knee for you to come sit. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you slowly made your way over to Katsuki. You sat in his lap - otherwise known as your throne - and refused to meet his harsh gaze.

"What's the matter? You don't want to face the repercussions of your shitty actions, brat?"

"I'm sorry, daddy." You say, sincerely.

He chuckled scornfully before starting to pull down your pants and underwear.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are. Try to be quiet while I make this pretty ass of yours bruised, got it?"

You pout as he bends you over his lap. You should've known this was bound to happen. You just didn't expect him to do it in public. A quickie? Sure, but punishment? This wasn't like Katsuki. He always said if you were going to act like a brat in public he is going to punish you in public. He has never done it, but you usually don't act up this much in a day for him to do so. You really pushed your luck.

"Yes."

You wince as a hard slap hits your left ass cheek.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl. You do know how to listen."

You brace yourself as Katsuki follows through with the punishment. You did your best to be quiet, but Katsuki being who he is, he made sure you counted and thanked him for each slap. He even made you say it loud enough for people in the store to hear you. Also, Katsuki was not a gentle spanker. When he gives his punishment, he makes sure you remember it. This time was no different. It's only fair since you decided to embarrass him, right?

After 25 smacks, some using his quirk to make sure you have a friendly reminder, he helps you pull up your pants and panties. Your eyes were puffy from the small sobs and tears the flowed out during the process. You were about to walk out when Katsuki cleared his throat to grab your attention.

"Where do you think you're going?" Katsuki asked, leaning back in the seat, with his arms crossed and a raised eyebrow. If you weren't embarrassed and upset with him right now, you would be riding his dick at this exact moment.

"N-Nowhere." You stammered, trying so hard not to give him a snark remark.

"Damn right you're not. Your punishment isn't over."

You let out a sigh of frustration before walking back over to him.

"On your knees." Katsuki instructs.

"R-right here? Don't you think we will get caught?"

"Does it look like I give a fuck, princess?"

You couldn't argue with that logic. Katsuki was never one to care about others and their opinions. So, you do as your told. You were not in the mood to do what you were about to do, but you are the submissive after all. You're surprised and blessed that Katsuki only gave you 25 spankings. Especially since you have been on his bad side all day today.

"You know what to do."

You begin unbuttoning Katsuki's black skinny jeans and pull down his underwear to reveal his hard dick. Katsuki just stayed in the same position as before with a smirk as he watched you go to work. He enjoyed you taking all of cock in your mouth. He usually likes to participate in thrusting his dick down your throat, but considering all of the hell you put him through today, he was taking this time to relax.

Your tongue played with the tip of his thick cock before you slowly take in inch by inch into your mouth. At some point, Katsuki's hands found his way to your soft hair as he made some groans and moans. He could tell you were struggling to take in all of his dick and he liked that.

"Someone struggling to take all of my cock in their mouth, hm?” Katsuki coo’s as he ruffles your hair some.

You glared at him as you continue to do your task. He smirked some more.

“Want to say something?” Katsuki asked as he used some explosion with his hand for extra effect. That took the glare right off your face.

“Didn’t think so. I suggest you get more to work, princess. I’m not cumming anytime soon.”

You continue to suck his dick. You do your best to deep throat as much as possible. Especially to prove a point you did not need his help getting his huge shaft down your throat. Usually, he forces it down your throat so you did not need to work as hard, but this time was different. Katsuki is finding amusement out of this.

After about five more minutes of you bobbing your head, making choking noises, glossed eyes, runny nose, and puffed lips later, Katsuki finally climaxed. You swallowed his cum like a good girl and take his shaft out of your mouth.

“About time.”

You tried so hard to not roll your eyes so you closed them for a moment. Katsuki pats your head before he buttons his pants back up.

“Now. Let’s go get you that plush you’ve been begging me for, brat.”

You smile but it suddenly drops.

“What about my face? Everyone probably knows what happened.” You state with embarrassment.

“Oh, trust me. They know. Let them see what happens when brats disobey their daddies.” Katsuki smirks as he helps you up and out the dressing room. You trailed closely behind him, ignoring the stares and comments people were saying. Needless to say, you got your plushie and even an extra thing you wanted.

The overall thing you learned today was not to mess with daddy.

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[mossybank]

One Call Away — P. M.

Phone Sex with Peter Maximoff

GN!Reader

Warnings: sub!peter, masturbation, joi (male receiving)

A/N: What can I say except that I'm a slut for a certificate @whiiiiplaaaaash

It was late when Y/N got the call, 23:47 to be exact, and with the time being as it was, it was natural for them to worry about what would warrant a call at such an hour. Seeing the name, for a second Y/N saw red.

"Peter?" They asked, picking up quickly, a worried undertone to their voice, nerves only growing at the unsteady breathing that met their ear.

Those nerves however were quickly washed away once Peter spoke, "Y/N!" He was enthusiastic and breathed what sounded to be a sigh of relief, "I almost thought you wouldn't pick up."

Relaxing, Y/N sat up and rested against the beds headboard, they frowned slightly, "Is something wrong, baby?"

"No, uh.." Peter paused for a second and Y/N could hear the flustered tone that laced his words, "I just needed to hear your voice."

Y/N was familiar with that phrase and a sly smile made its way onto their face, "You're touching yourself, aren't you, Peter?" He didn't answer, but the way his breath hitched at Y/N's words was an answer enough, "You know you could be here in seconds, I'd happily help you."

Catching themself in the mirror on the other side of the room, Y/N checked themself out as they awaited Peters response, winking to their reflection and mouthing a 'looking good'.

"I can't, the professor has me on lockdown," Peter let's out an irritated sigh, "Practically grounded me like a kid.." He mutters under his breath with a whine, causing Y/N to chuckle.

"I guess I'll have to help you from here, huh?... How about I tell you what to do, would you like that puppy?" Y/N's grin grew larger, sliding down the headboard till they were laying down again, throwing the phone onto the pillow next to their head and setting it to speaker. Although they couldn't see Peter, they could vividly imagine him and all the little expressions he'd make.

Peter let out a hum in response, breath shuddering, "Please."

The Cheshire grin on Y/N's face widens, "Do as I say and don't lie to me, I'll know if you do, puppy, you're no good at keeping secrets."

On the other end, Peter let out a whine, he was absolutely desperate, Y/N didn't know but he'd been trying to get off for the past half hour and by now it was almost painful, he just prayed that Y/N was feeling generous tonight. Though generosity was a rare feeling that often came with difficulty, if Peter was going to cum tonight it wasn't going to be easy.

"Let's take it slow, okay? I know you've already been touching yourself so let go for now." Y/N instructs, Peters huffs before reluctantly removing his cock from his grasp, he'd hoped Y/N hadn't picked up on the defiance but it wasn't often they missed such things, " I want you to play with your nipples for me, is that okay baby?"

"Y/N, p—"

"Y/N?"

"... Master, please.. I'm already so desperate for you." Peter begs, voice cracking in a way it does only in his neediest of states.

Y/N bit their lip, rubbing their thighs together, "And I'll allow you release soon, my love," They say, much more tenderly than their other words, "But only if you follow my instructions like a good boy first."

After a moment without complaint from Peter, Y/N continued, "I want you to play with your nipples baby, you do such a good job with mine.. I know you won't be able to use you mouth on yourself but your fingers do some fine work too," praises are littered between their commands, reiterations of past events, with the knowledge that they'd motivate Peter, "I want you to feel as good as I can without being there with you, just start off light and work you way up.. I'll play with myself with you, if you'd like."

Peter hummed, a rather wordless 'please', as he began to do as Y/N asked.

"Use your words, baby."

"Yes, please.. I'd like that, master.." He says, a soft whimper on the 'master' which caused Y/N to bite their lip.

"You can start to move down, puppy." Though Y/N wanted to tease Peter for longer, they were somewhat selfish wanting to be able to touch themself without having to wait for Peter to start doing so too, "Just keep things simple for now, baby, up and down at a steady and slow pace."

Peter closes his eyes, a small moan escaping his lips as his hand reunited with his cock. He obeyed what Y/N said, flicking his wrist from the base to the tip, trying not to buck his hips and ruin the rhythm, knowing his luck Y/N would hear the bed creaking if he dared do that.

"You know when I jerk you off how I like to run my thumb over your tip, or run a finger along that one vein... Applying extra pressure to it? How about you go ahead and give that a try, and don't try to keep quiet, I know the walls can be thin but I hate to hear such pretty sounds being wasted into a pillow or arm... "

As Y/N spoke, their hand moved downwards to sneak under their pyjamas, Peter's sharp gasp as he did as told encouraging them.

"Good boy."

"Please, master, I just.." Peter paused to let out a groan, "I need more, I.. I need you.."

"Awe.. I know, baby, I want you too and you can have me all you'd like tomorrow, but for now this will have to make do... Are you doing as I say?"

About to hum, Peter stopped himself to answer properly, "Yes, God, yes I am."

"And that still isn't enough for you?" A strangled cry answers Y/N, "How greedy of you.. Well, I suppose I can think of something that might just tip you over the edge.."

Peter's head tipped back, closing his eyes in concentration as he continued to jerk himself off, thinking of what Y/N was to suggest, if it was the Polaroids he kept of them in his bedside table drawer those were already out and spread across his bed beside him, one taking home in his free hand.

"When you're being a brat, you do this thing.." Y/N starts, holding back moans as they spoke, "You like to be a tease and vibrate, as much as I scold you for it.. Fuck me, if it isn't one of the best feelings ever... Have you ever tried it yourself, baby?"

Peter thought for a second, sure when he first found out he could vibrate as a result of his super speed he'd thought about using it on himself an awful lot, he'd never actually tried it though. He shook his head, forgetting for a second that Y/N couldn't see him and then blushed at his momentary stupidity.

"No, Master."

"In that case, I think you know what i want you to do."

And he did, granted he hesitated, trying anything new was bound to be daunting but he'd done this before... Just not like this. A bright blush spread across Peter's face, gracing the tips of his ears as he thought of Y/N watching him right now and how much they'd love a sight such as this.

The sounds that came from the silver haired boy were like a sweet melody, granted the quality wasnt the best with a slight grain overlaying it, but to Y/N nothing sounded better.

Peter was practically fucking his vibrating hand at this point, a string of profanities leaving his mouth in want and tears brimming his eyes, but he didn't dare cum without permission.

"Having fun, puppy?" Y/N asked, the answer obvious, "We can have even more fun tomorrow, I haven't decided what we'll do yet but I'm sure that box in my wardrobe that you love so much will come out to play."

A high pitched whine made its way from the back of Peter's throat and Y/N could tell he was close.

"You know if you want to cum, baby, all you have to do is ask." They tell him, but it was rarely as simple as that.

"Uh-huh... Please," Peter paused, unable to speak between his moans, "Please can I cum."

"Do you think you deserve it?"

Peter's brows furrowed at the question but he answered it nevertheless, ".. Yes, master."

"Hmm, really? Then go ahead, sweet boy."

Whenever he came, Peter always made the same expression and it was a proper shame that Y/N couldn't see it now; his eyes shut tight, brows scrunched and jaw slack as he allowed release to wash over him. His chest heaved up and down, recovering and steadying his breath.

"Fuck, Y/N... God, thank you so much.." Peter forced out between breaths, "I know it's late, but I really needed that," He glanced at the clock absentmindedly, "I should probably go n—"

The silver haired boy was cut off by Y/N, "Not at all baby, do you really think that's it? I haven't cum yet, and for waking me up I want you to cum at least two more times!"

And there it was, the technicality Peter had neglected to think of when being allowed to cum so easily, but upset wasn't what he felt, rather he was filled with a joy and excitement soon ready to go again... Maybe this time on video call instead.

A/N: this feels quite different to what I've wrote before in the past and I'm honestly not the most confident with it, I'd love to revisit sub!Peter again another time with a topic I feel I may be better writing such as his first time or perhaps pegging... Let me know what you guys think though!

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[palbabor-writes]

Hellooo queen I hope you had/will have a great day. This is actually my first time requesting something so I’m very sorry if I do something wrong 🥺🥺... can you maybe write some fluff (OR NSFW I DONT MIND... just love him way too much damn) stuff for dabi?? I don't know if you only take requests with exact instructions or if this request is enough... if you need something more precise i will try to come up with something! Thank you very much!!

Hello, love! You did it perfectly & thank you so much for asking! I can be a bit of a lurker on things, so I totally get how much courage it takes to do one of these.

You did amazing & I love, love this question. I love it so much that I went ahead and took an old outline of mine & made it into a full blown fic for you!

Now, in honor of all the craziness swirling around our favorite flame user, Imma post it a little earlier then I’d planned! So, thank you for the ask & I hope to talk to you again ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7496

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+ only, mentions of blood and gore, heat play, dick piercings, adult language and freaking Dabi. That alone should warn you.

Thermós θερμός   ther·​mos adjective m (feminine θερμή, neuter θερμόν); warm, hot, boiling, glowing

It’s sweltering; the fervor of summer sticky, humid, and oppressive. Japan is in the throes of August, and this heatwave is not letting up. Even at night, it’s impossible for Dabi to get comfortable. He’s been lying, half naked, draped across his narrow twin mattress for the last few hours, sweating. 

His quirk isn’t helping matters.

He’s been trying to recruit new members. Every day, he sets out, pounding the pavement, sifting through the bits and pieces of trash that he runs into. It’s a pity. If those scrubs weren’t so fucking pathetic, he might not be in this predicament. But they are, and now he’s having to suffer the consequences of his temper. 

His phone gleams on his dilapidated side table, a text message chiming across the screen as it flashes a speck of brightness into the darkened room. Groaning, he leans over and snatches it up, his hands slick as he clutches the encased plastic. 

It’s Toga. 

As a rule, he tries to avoid her. He hates her chatter. It’s always some unending nonsense about those UA kids, about Stain, or about fucking blood. It’s always blood with her. Give her five minutes, and she’ll work it into her conversation somehow, even if it’s just blurting it out, a blush staining her cheeks. 

Fucking freak.

[ Blondie: 12:34 am ]

- found smth 4 u. (Y/N) has a place. Keeps it @ like 60 degrees… lol

Well, disgusting as Toga is, she has her uses; he thinks as he reads her text. 

He’d asked her, a few days before, if she knew a place where he could crash. Somewhere that had some goddamn air conditioning. The hideout’s unit is on the fritz again, not that it had ever worked all that well. 

Hmm, well this is something, at least. 

Dabi’s isn’t sure what to think about Toga’s little ‘find’. You were a newer recruit, someone that Compress had brought in. 

He hadn’t paid much attention to you. You didn’t stay at the base and were only around if there was a specific mission, or a task, that Shigaraki set for you. He isn’t even sure what your quirk is. You seemed easy-going, neutral, but he doubted you’d extend that easy-going demeanor to him camping out at your place for the A/C. 

Chucking his phone back on the side table, Dabi flops to his side and tries to drift off, hoping his exhaustion will let him ignore the suffocating heat he’s drowning in.

 Fuck. 

He’d done it again. It was hard to resist the urge when these people spouted such vague fucking bullshit at him. No one, not fucking one of them, could live up to his cause. And if they couldn’t meet that standard? Well, they were better off as ash, melting into blackened pools as the asphalt greedily soaked their blood into its cracked depths. 

There is a heat advisory today. 

He’d heard the news as he scarfed down a quick breakfast at the hideout’s bar. He wouldn’t be out for that long, he reasoned. Besides, maybe today he’d find someone good. 

Wishful thinking on his part. 

His skin feels oppressive and his staples and piercings are scalding, the metal hissing and steaming as he tries to dampen his quirk. It’s harder to regulate his temperature on hot days. He shouldn’t be out here, he thinks, snarling as he pats out a few rogue flames that catch on his dark jacket. Even lifting his arm to perform that simple task makes him grunt, hissing out a mantra of curses.

Shit, fuck, goddamn it fucking all. 

He looks bitterly up at the sun and debates his next move. 

He could retreat to the bar, but that doesn’t solve his problem. No, the viscous heat that radiated along those upper floors would just make his skin feel worse. Hell, it might even result in more mottling, his burns stretching farther along his arms and chest. He’s not going back to the bar.

Where the fuck even is he?

He peers down the alley toward the street. It’s not too busy; just after noon, so most of the foot traffic from the morning has died down. He yanks his hood up, ignoring the ache of his legs as he stalks toward the street corner. 

Carefully, he pokes out, his eyes tracing over the crosswalk, looking for the street signs. Ah. He’s close to that address, your address, that Toga sent him. 

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he saunters along the pavement, careful to keep his head down. 

You were out of town. 

He’d picked up that tidbit from Compress this morning. The masked man had been lamenting that you might be away for a few days, possibly weeks. Something about being on a fact finding task for that shadowy voice that talked with Shigaraki from his tv. 

He didn’t care, still doesn’t. All he knows is that you supposedly keep your place cold, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

You’ve got a nice apartment. 

It’s decorated in pleasing whites, yellows, reds and greens, with clean lines and modern touches. It’s kinda like you, he considers as he shrugs his coat off and breathes in that amazing waft of cold A/C. You’ve been useful to have in the League; efficient and no nonsense about the missions you're given and you can fit in with the outside world. You’d give even Toga a run for her money when it comes to espionage, he’s heard others say about you. 

Dabi tosses a distasteful glare at your narrow couch and pads toward your bedroom, shouldering the door open and stepping into the dark sanctuary.

Your bed looks nice. It’s a good size too. 

Lifting his boots from his feet and stripping down to his boxers, he presses into your clean sheets; shivering as the chilly air hits his overheated skin, cooling and dampening that oppressive sense of heat. He’s out in seconds, his body relaxing, slackening as he falls into the void of his dreams.

Yeah, now that he’s had this, there’s no way he’s staying at that hideout of the League’s unless he has to. 

You’re gone for the better part of a week. 

He’s started asking Compress about you. At first, the older man had given him an impassive stare. Since when did Dabi even know your name? 

He’s asking because he needs to talk with you about… uh… supplies? 

This, apparently, is the correct thing to say, because Compress nods his head sagely and elaborates on your timetable. You’re collecting things for Kurogiri and you’ll be gone for another few days. 

Good, Dabi thinks, slinking into your apartment again, lowering the window behind him. He’s careful to leave things as he found them, his entryway into your place included. You don’t need to know about this.

What the fuck would he even say to you? 

Hey, uh, it’s fucking hot at the hideout, and since you’ve got a working A/C unit and like 3 fans, he’s been sleeping over at yours. No big deal, right?

Even after you return, he keeps sneaking in. 

He’s gotten your schedule memorized, and he’s heedful of the hours you keep. You’re a little more regular than the others in the League. You actually sleep at night; unlike the rest. The others are often out at God knows what hour, combing for recruits and leads, but not you.

So, Dabi shifts into full night owl mode. He crashes at your place in the midmorning, after you leave for the day, trying to ignore the perfume that comes from your sheets. 

You’ve got a nice smell. 

It’s oddly comforting, and he hates when he accidentally burrows into your pillows; nostrils flared, inhaling that aroma that’s all you. While he’s never talked with you before this, he goes out of his way to ignore you now. 

What he’s doing is fucking weird, and lines are blurring. The other week he’d bumped into you coming out of the bar and he’d almost snatched you to him. 

You must have just showered, because that fucking scent was radiating off your skin. It’s nothing too, eh, feminine? No, it’s more like… oranges and sandalwood. It’s a heady blend of rich balsamic and citrus, and he can’t get it out of his head.

August has faded into September, and he’s still sleeping over at yours. 

He can’t help it. It’s not his fault your bed is so downy and, fuck, cool. It’s like the sheets don’t absorb his warmth. No, they’re always cold and they feel so fucking good against his staples and burned skin. 

It’s midmorning, closer to noon, and he’s dozing, his eyes heavy and drooping. He’s exhausted, so bone tired, that he doesn’t hear your door opening. No, he doesn’t even notice you until he hears your voice.

“Um, would you like to tell me why you’re in my bed?”

He’s on his feet in a flash, a slow flicking of blue flames tracing along his fingers. You’re framed in your doorway, eyes wide, stepping away from his aggressive stance. 

“Woah, woah,” you begin, lifting your hands in supplication. “Let’s just… take a minute and talk. I’m not-”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he snaps, his cerulean eyes narrowing, but he dampens his fire, a long curling of smoke framing his face. 

“Uh, I think you got that backward there, bud. You’re not supposed to be here, I live here,” you scoff, one hand propping on your hip, head tilted exaggeratedly. 

Dabi is about to spit something else out when you stride into your bedroom, tugging your jacket off and sauntering over to a tall dresser. He snaps his mouth closed and watches you. He’s not sure how he’s going to talk his way out of this, and he’s grateful for the reprieve. But, he knows an onslaught of anger or, fuck, preserve him, a lecture is incoming. Worst case, he thinks, observing you from his peripheral as you tug out a long shirt and some shorts, you’ll just kick him out and that will be that. 

You glance at him again, your eyes lingering over his exposed chest and legs, and he can’t help the scowl that breaks over his face. He’s not embarrassed, he’s just, well, he’s not sure how to classify that stare. Most people recoil or toss him a glance of pity, their brows wrinkled with worry and distaste. But you? You arched an eyebrow and smiled.

Fucking weirdo. 

Pausing in your doorway, you bite your lip into your mouth and carefully speak your next statement, voice smooth. “Look, while I’d rather you, oh, I don’t know, asked me about staying here. I’m not in the mood to argue with you, and I’ve got a long journey ahead of me tonight.” You take a deep inhale and toss him another smile. 

“Just… just lay back down and get some rest. I promise I won’t molest you,” you tease, and he snaps his head up at that, his chin jutting in agitation. 

You laugh at his sour face and he feels wrong-footed; lost. What the fuck? Who says shit like that? Who is in their right mind is just, oh, no worries man, promise I won’t grab your dick?

What’s wrong with you?

“I’m going to change and then I’m going to go to sleep. You can go, or you can stay, I really don’t care. All I know is that I’m not going to sleep on the couch when I’m in my apartment.” You retort, that grin still lifting your lips as you step away, the wall shielding you from his view. 

Dabi remains where he is; standing in your bedroom, clad in his boxers, his hands clenched into fists by his side. Somehow this is worse than you throwing him out.

You return a few minutes later and he can’t get a good look at you. You slink past him and are under your covers in an instant. Not that he’s trying to give you a once over, he snarls to himself, shaking his inky head. 

You nestle into the comforter and turn to your side, leaving him plenty of room on the opposite end of the bed. He blinks at you, a deep welling of uncertainty nestling in his stomach. 

You’re quiet for a long moment, your eyes closing and shoulders relaxing, acting like there’s not a wanted, deadly villain in your bedroom, paces from your side. Then, you twist, giving him a quick scan, your eyes lingering over his. 

“Either lay down or get out, Dabi. I’m not going to be able to sleep with you glaring at me like that. You look like some kinda ghost.”

Your declaration provokes a huffing, agitated reaction out of him. If there’s one thing Dabi hates, it’s being told what to do. 

He slings himself beside you, splaying out, his body laying on top of the sheets. You chuckle, your head peeking at him over your shoulder. He ignores you and tries to close his eyes. 

It feels strange, resting next to you like this. It’s… intimate, and he’s not sure if he hates or likes the sensation. He chances a glance at you, but you’ve already turned back to your side, your shoulders rising and lowering rhythmically. He shakes his head at your blasé reaction. How can you just, fuck, sleep? 

He can’t get comfortable and his skin feels heavy again. It’s not heat this time. No, now something else is making everything feel too close, too warm. 

He dampens his thoughts, mind frantically focusing on anything but you. As the sun slips behind the buildings across the street, his eyes lower and he fitfully sleeps, your rich smell filling his senses.

He’d left you in the night; tucking his clothes back on and easing out of your window. 

True to your word, you’d relegated yourself to your side of the bed, hardly tossing or turning as you slept. As he paced back to the hideout, he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into. He just hoped you’d keep your mouth shut. He didn’t want the others knowing about this, it felt, well it’s not like him. Abrasive- fucking spewing anger and vitriol? Yeah, that was him. But this? This was too soft, too gentle. He hated it.

But that’s the problem with hate. It’s terribly close to that other emotion. They’re sisters, really. Usually love and hate exist on two sides, but they’re still the same coin, no matter how you toss them. 

You don’t act any differently after that night.

You keep coming to the hideout, giving him a vague smile and greeting before continuing your day. He’s acting differently, though. He can’t help but watch you, suddenly fascinated with how you move. He tries his best to shake himself from his musings, but sometimes he can’t help it. 

If anything, he grumbles to himself, watching you chatter with Toga, you’re subtly going out of your way to place yourself in front of him. You were never around this much before. Well, maybe you were. He didn’t pay you any mind back then, but now? Now he can’t get enough of you. 

He reacts when you laugh, or talk, his head turning, like a sunflower, toward the light you give off. Ugh. His only hopeful reprieve from this, from you, is the changing seasons. The days are getting shorter and that heatwave is finally, finally breaking. 

It’s his one comfort, his saving grace.

Yeah, he should have fucking never tossed that wish into the universe.

No, another heatwave passes over the island and it’s the worst one yet. The daily temperatures have been hitting the low 100s and the nights aren’t much better. To make matters worse, the A/C at the hideout has given up the ghost and won’t turn on at all now. 

Still, Dabi’s prepared. He’d bought a secondhand electric fan a few weeks ago, and he’s grateful for the tiny slice of paradise that it grants him. It’s not as nice as your apartment, or your bed, but it will do.

He’s laying across his mattress, sweat trickling down his back and shoulders, trying to ignore that ache in his burned skin. The fan is blowing across him and he’s about to crank it up a notch when it gives out an ominous sputter. 

Dabi sits up, his eyes flashing. No, no, no, no. There’s no fucking way.

The fan’s blades are slowing, that sweet, cool air dampening, drifting into the low-lying humidity that surrounds him. He yanks the plug from the wall, his staples stinging as he stands. He stomps over to the outlet and plugs the fan back in, turning on his haunches to see if the blades will start that familiar whirl. 

There’s fuck all happening. 

Cursing, he kicks the shitty thing over and grabs his jacket, storming down the stairs and into the night.

You’re sleeping when he slinks under your window sill, sliding the glass shut and kicking his heavy boots to the floor. It’s that sound that wakes you, and you lift yourself up, your sheets falling from your chest, revealing a bare shoulder and low cut shirt to him. Unabashed by your appearance, you wipe a palm over your eyes, rubbing the sleep away and croaking out a greeting. 

“When I said you could sleep over here, I didn’t mean you could barge in at all hours. And through my window? So, that’s why the hinge looks like that.” 

Dabi considers you for a moment, his blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. You tilt your head at him and suck your teeth. 

“A, oh, I don’t know, sorry, would be nice?” you scold, that alluring smile lifting your lips. He follows the line of your mouth, his thoughts hazing over, focusing on some other, darker, daydream.

“Hello?” you call, waving your hand beside your face. “Earth to Dabi. What do you want?”

That question slips him out of his stupor and he lifts his eyes back to yours. “The A/C is out. Bought a fan a few weeks ago, but the fucking thing broke and I can’t… it’s hard to regulate my body temperature in this fucking heat. You keep this place like an icebox, so I started crashing here. Wasn’t planning on coming back, but after tonight-”

“Ok, ok,” you laugh, already scooting over and flinging the covers back. “Seeing as you didn’t try any funny business last time, I guess I’ll let it slide. Just, not to be rude, but shut up and let me sleep. I’ve gotta long day tomorrow and as enthralling as this conversation is…”

“Whatever,” Dabi mutters, slinging his damp shirt over his head and pacing over to the side of your bed. You blink up at him and shake your head, that tiny grin lingering. He presses into your familiar sheets, eyes already slipping closed as the fragrance of you pulls at him.

It’s early when he wakes, shuddering out of a nightmare, red flames and crying voices fading into the back of his mind. 

Wincing, he raises a hand to his eyes and pulls at his face, relieved that it’s still cool air that meets him. As he rolls to his side, he feels something trace over his unscarred chest. The sensation makes him freeze, his eyes snapping open again, the cerulean searching, whisking over the dim figure beside him. 

You’re still sleeping, but you’ve shifted, your body curled, facing him, and one of your hands is reaching toward him. Shit, he thinks, heart pounding in his ears. You’re so close. 

He’s never been this close to you. 

Your mouth is parted, delicate lips plush and soft in the early morning gloom. He tries to shift away, but your brow creases when he does, so he stills his movements, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore that flush that is building across his nose.

This is stupid. It’s just you. It’s not like the two of you have even done anything. Fuck, you barely talk with one another. 

He burrows his head into his pillow and the shift of his body urges you closer to him, your hand opening and pressing to his skin. A sigh slips from your mouth as your fingers splay out, tapping against his warmth, and he nearly startles off the bed.

He looks down at your hand, aghast. He wants to move it off of him; can’t stand that you’re touching him, he tells himself, that you’re this close to him. But he can’t bring himself to move. Your hand is so delicate, so…

Unconscious, you turn from him, your fingers lifting on their own, curling back to you. Dabi almost moans as you slip from him, clamping down on the sudden, primal desire that races through him. He wants to grab you; to drag you back to him. 

The hell? What the fuck is wrong with him?

Sucking his teeth, he turns over, facing away from the confusing neediness that’s lapping at his subconscious. He fluffs his pillow aggressively, trying to drown out all the raw emotions that are racing through his mind.

Forget it. Sleep.

 When he wakes again, you’re gone. 

The sheets where you slept are cold under his fingertips and he sits up, his arms resting on his knees. This whole situation is so fucking weird.

He lets himself ease into consciousness before standing and stretching out the leftover kinks in his muscles; stooping to grab his discarded shirt, pulling the fabric over his head and shaking his dark head against the sunlight. Just as he’s slipping his coat on, he notices the note that’s sitting on one of your bedroom chairs. It’s got his name on it, so he snatches it up, flipping open the folded paper. 

“There’s some leftover pizza in the fridge, I won’t have time to eat it. Help yourself. There’s also a spare key on the coffee table. Take it and stop jimmying my window open.” 

Scoffing, he crumples the paper up, tossing it over his shoulder as he paces into your kitchen.

It’s a fucking thing now. 

He’s rarely at the hideout. Why bother? You don’t seem to care if he sleeps over. Hell, you make space for him. There’s gotta be something else to it; there has to be. What kinda idiot is so fucking accommodating? You act like you’re a fucking hostel or something. Well, a hostel where there’s only one bed. 

You even bought another fan. You told him you don’t like to keep the overhead one on in the cooler weather, so he can use this one for his side of the bed.

Yeah, he’s got a goddamn side of the bed. It’s fucking insane.

The other members of the League either haven’t noticed what’s going on between the two of you, or they don’t care. It’s not like either of you talk about your sleeping habits. Fuck, you still never interact with him at the hideout, content to maintain that level of professionalism.

He’s not sure why it bothers him. 

One night, the temperature drops into the low 40s and he’s stretched out on your blankets, enjoying the first real cold snap of the fall, when he sees you shivering. It’s not very noticeable, what with the way you’re turned away and bundled, but it makes him tilt his head toward you, watching. 

Another pass of his fan has you repeating the quake and, without thinking, he pulls you closer, one long arm wrapping around your shoulder and tugging. Startled, you fight his hold, but he calms your movements with a squeeze, grumbling about your stoic reluctance. 

What’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against him before. Calm down. 

You quiet after that and slowly, tentatively, you lean against his bare chest, your cheek cool against his heated skin. He tucks his chin over your head and tries to keep his breathing even. He doesn’t want you to hear, fuck, feel his heartbeat; it’s slamming its way out of his throat and he gulps when your fingers pull him closer. 

“How are you so warm?” you ask, your breath floating across his pectorals. 

“It’s my stupid quirk,” Dabi mutters, dipping his head down to his pillow, shifting you with him. You nod against his lean muscles and your fingertips trace cool designs into his skin, lingering over his burnt patches and staples. He sighs, unable to resist the low shiver that creeps up his spine. 

This is nice; too fucking nice.

He can’t do without your touch now.

Remember that thing about love and hate being sisters? Well, that hate is simmering into something else for Dabi. It’s not love, he doesn’t know you well enough, but it’s certainly not hate anymore.

He likes touching you. You’re smooth against his jagged skin and he enjoys the contrast. He’s slow when he pulls you against him, careful to not snag you against his staples, but you seem to like his heat. You’ve even started wearing less to bed, slipping out of that baggy shirt and into a thin tank top; he’s pleased that he has more of you to caress. 

It’s getting harder to keep you out of his head. He can smell your perfume, even if he hasn’t seen you for days, and each time he does see you, even at the hideout, his fingers itch to press against you. 

You’d laughed at his sudden, intense, interest. The hell Dabi, are you touch starved or something? You’d teased. What’s up with you? I was worried about you burning down my apartment, not you turning into some kind of cuddle fiend.

He doesn’t care what you say. He knows it’s fucking stupid, fucking dumb, that he’s this desperate. It just feels good. And there’s not much about him that feels good these days, so he’ll take what he can get. Fuck you very much.

There’s a meeting. It’s one of the ones where Shigaraki demands that everyone make their way to the bar. 

Boss man has been tense lately, thrumming with some dark energy, so the room is quiet as Kurogiri elaborates on the smaller details of the mission. Your part is minimal, limited to reconnaissance with Toga. It’s boring shit, and Dabi is only half listening to any of it.  

Besides, there’s something else that’s snagging his attention. 

Dabi is sitting on the couch, his eyes lingering on you. You’re wearing one of his favorite outfits and the color looks good on you. It brings out your eyes. You’re questioning Spinner and Toga about the finer points of your team up. He can’t hear you from here, but that doesn’t matter, he’s still in the best spot to spy you leaning forward, perfect ass on full display. 

“She’s gotten better, more adept at working undercover,” Compress’ voice shakes Dabi from his thoughts and he turns to him, a bland frown on his face.

“Who?”

“Please, you know who I’m talking about. You can’t stop looking at her.” 

He chortles, his laugh a sharp bark. “You’re fucking joking. Her? Fuck, no. I’m gonna head out, not like the boss has anything for me anyway,” Dabi stands, slipping his hands into his trench coat and pacing to the heavy door, shouldering his way into the night. 

He leans against the brick wall, lighting up a cigarette and sighing a thin line of smoke into the chilled air. Fuck, they’re noticing what’s going on. Wait. What is going on? It’s not like the two of you are fucking. Yet, a small voice echoes in the back of his mind, and he smirks at that thought. 

Yeah, maybe it’s time to speed things up.

You step out a few minutes later, your eyes searching for him. He flicks his cigarette onto the pavement and wraps his fingers in your coat, tugging you to him. You don’t fight him; don’t make a sound as he pins you against the brick, his body hot against your front. 

The two of you watch the other, his cerulean eyes roving over your face. Then he’s lifting your chin, his lips sliding across yours. It’s a strange kiss. Usually, he’s too busy trying to get off to focus on his partner. He rarely kisses anyone, even if he’s hooking up. But this kiss? 

Like everything else about you, it’s fucking nice. 

You move with him, your body surging from the brick, breasts flattening against his chest, fingers cupping behind his ears; nipping and sucking at him, your teeth digging into his burned lower lip and pulling. You’re encouraging him to touch you next, rubbing yourself on him until his hands fall to your hips. He’s already half hard, and that warm juncture of your thighs isn’t helping matters.

To his shock, he’s having trouble keeping up. 

You’re already pulling from him when he dips his tongue into your mouth. He gasps at the emptiness, that chilling vacancy that your touch leaves him panting into. Before he can bemoan your absence, you’re kissing at his neck, lifting on your tiptoes to reach the staples on the side of his face. You lick at him, your wet tongue dragging over his burns. He trembles under your hands and you smile, your laugh bright. 

Snarling, Dabi yanks your head back and you meet his hazy gaze, biting your lip; pantomiming a wonton innocence. Immediately, he’s pushing you into the brick, his hands cupping and lingering until you’re whining for him. That’s fucking better, he thinks, his teeth worrying against your pulse. 

Just when he’s got you where he wants you, your hand snakes between the two of you, pressing against the bulge of his dick. Dabi can’t help his sharp intake of air, and his head falls to your shoulder as he ruts into your palm. You keep kissing at the side of his face, your lips roving over his ear as you tug at his covered dick. You’re saying something, but he can’t focus when you’re doing that.

“Dabi,” you try again, teeth ensnaring his destroyed earlobe, sucking at the burnt skin. “They’re about to come out.” 

He knocks your hand away from his straining, throbbing length and leans away from you. Fuck, you look good. 

Your lips are swollen, and your eyes are dazzling. He can’t pull himself away. You smile at his dazed expression and lift a hand to his cheek, your palm cool against his overheated skin.

The door shudders open and the two of you spring apart. A few minutes later Toga is grabbing at your arm and pulling you down the street, away from him.

He’s waiting outside your apartment, another cigarette smoldering to ash under his lips. But he can’t bring himself to go in. 

Not without you. 

Toga’s kept you busy. It’s been over an hour since that kiss in the alleyway. He’s cooled off since then, but that simmering heat that you elicited from him? That hasn’t dimmed. He’s still half hard against his dark pants and he can’t bring himself to care. Besides, Dabi has a very specific idea about how he’s going to have you lessen that pressure for him. 

He’s just about to light another cigarette when he sees you. 

You walk into your building, and he starts the long climb up the fire escape. His heart is pounding again. He hasn’t wanted something this badly in ages. He’s been so fucking focused on his cause, on making his plans a reality; he just hasn’t had the time. 

But now? Fuck, he wants there to be more hours in the day. He’s hoping the two of you can pick up where you left off. Yeah, he tells himself, scaling the last few steps, it’s just about the sex. 

That sounds better than saying what he really wants. 

You’re already slipping your oversized sleep shirt over your head when he lifts your window. You pause, watching him curl his way into your space. Once he pulls his legs inside he turns to you, his eyes dark, unfathomable, the blue so deep that you feel you’re drowning in it. 

He doesn’t shut the window. Instead, he yanks his clothes off, clattering them against your floor. You smile and a gentle laugh makes its way to him. 

“What did I say about coming in through the window?” you chuckle, already lifting your arms for him. 

He’s against you in a single breath, his warmth seeping its way into your chilled skin. His lips are rough, pressing and lifting, biting and nipping. He’s working you toward your bed and once your knees hit the edge of your mattress, he’s shoving you down. 

You flop against the cold blankets, your legs already spreading for his hips. He’s hot, scaldingly hot, against your hands. Your fingers dip into his hair and you pull him back, earning a low growl and his flashing glare, displeasure written all over his face. 

“Slow down,” you scold, your legs wrapping around his hips, grinding against the hardness you find. 

“The fuck? You goddamn tease. Fucking saying that, then rubbing your wet pussy all over my dick,” Dabi snarls, snatching your wrists and pinning your hands beside your head.

“How do you know it’s wet?” you ask, batting your eyes at his steeled jaw. 

“It fucking better be,” he groans, his teeth sinking into your neck and pressing, hard. 

You gasp at the stimulation and arch for him, testing his hold on your wrists. Grunting, he licks a wet line to your pulse, his hands tightening over yours. “Mmm, why don’t you find out?” you ask, leaning into his lips, loving the contrast of his destroyed and perfect skin. 

He shifts his grip on you, yanking your arms up, pinning your hands above your head. He lifts one of his own hands away once he’s satisfied he’s got a good hold on you. His warm fingers trace down your side, pausing when he gets to the lacy band of your panties. Teasingly, he pulls fabric away from your skin, and lets it snap against your hip. Dabi tips his nose into the curve of your neck and shoulder, taking a deep drag against you. 

You buck your hips, squirming under his weight. “You get lost? My pussy is a little further down.” 

He chuckles darkly, his breath making you shiver. You’re just about to wriggle from him when one long finger eases past your panties and presses into your sopping heat. “Oh,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back. It feels like he’s heated his fingertip, and the skin that’s stroking and thrusting into you is warm, too warm. 

Dabi leans away from your neck, bracing himself above you with his knees, pulling himself into a hunched position. He’s smirking at your awed expression and his teeth glow in the darkness. 

“Like I said doll, you’re already so fucking wet for me. You want more?”

You nod and buck your hips, digging that finger deeper. He groans at your eagerness and you can feel him warming the next digit up, the tip burning against the soft flesh of your inner thighs. 

Once it’s in, he starts to v the two, dragging them along your rippling walls, spreading you open, easing you into his hand. Your slick is sliding down your legs and seeping into the sheets. Still, Dabi keeps on, maintaining that steady stretch. It starts to sting and you shift away, but he releases your wrists, free hand moves to your hip, stilling you. 

You glance up at him, curious. His eyes are hooded, the blue a velvety sapphire. He looks like he’s holding himself back from something. Almost like… like he’s handling you with more care than he’s ever given anything. It’s a strange thought, but the idea of it makes you reach for him, your fingers running down his discolored skin, lingering over the staples and piercings. 

“I’ve gotta stretch you out,” he informs you, his eyes closing behind his trembling eyelids, savoring your gentle caress. 

“Hmm, you that big?” you joke, fully expecting him to react, to silence you with a kiss or another well-timed thrust of his fingers. But he surprises you. He opens his eyes and fixes you with a rough stare, his digits continuing that aching pull. You’re throbbing around him, your arousal easing his passage, his extensions. 

“I don’t want to… hurt-” he stops, his eyes narrowing. With an inaudible sigh, he slides down your body, only halting once he’s face to face with your sleek cunt. His breath heaves against you and you wrap a leg over his back, holding him close. 

Dabi laves his tongue over you, latching onto your pulpy clit and giving it a soft suck. Your hands sink into his hair, curling into the spiky tendrils, urging him to give you more.  

He rewards your needy moans with another lick and he flicks his eyes up to yours, watching you over your shaking curves. 

“I’m going to add another finger,” he tells you, preparing you for another deep stretch. When he enters you almost pull from him, your hips bowing away at the pricking of pain. Sensing your distress, he keeps his lips around your pulsing clit, distracting you with kisses and low blows of air. 

Finally, you can feel yourself loosening. Your feet brace against your bed and you use the leverage to maneuver him deeper. You feel, you feel so…

Dabi, realizing that your cunt is quivering around his intruding digits, shifts closer, his piercings rubbing against your thighs. He’s sloppy now, less controlled. His tongue is circling your clit with furious laps and he lets a canine trace the bud. His fingers are still spreading and he’s found that spongy spot now. He taps against it, teasing you, making you clench and gasp around him. 

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, when it seems like all the sensations are too, too, much; it snaps. The coiling in your core pulls free and you’re moaning, so loudly you’re worried your neighbors will hear. His name is falling from your lips at a rapid rate and you can feel his smirk as he lifts his fingers from your cunt. 

Dabi leans away and you shake at the loss of him. He was so warm, so hot against your damp skin and you miss it. He watches you, tucking his fingers into his mouth, lapping the final bits of your release from him. 

“Take off your clothes,” he demands when he’s finished, his hands already dropping to his tented boxers, slipping the elastic down his trim waist. 

You shift to obey, your hands yanking your shirt, bra and soaked panties off of you. You splay under him, indolently admiring the sight that is revealed to you. Oh, you think, unable to contain your small gasp, he is big. 

His cock is long, thick, and curved, and it’s dripping with pre-cum. There’s a crossed set of piercings at the tip of his length and you watch, mesmerized, as a shimmering strand of his arousal catches on the shiny silver, leeching down the smooth length of him. He’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and that thought makes you shiver with anticipation, and a small sliver of worry.  

Dabi grins wildly at your flushed face. “Like what you see?” 

You nod, and he laughs, fingers snatching your legs, tugging you toward him. You spread for him, so eager and fucking turned on you can’t think straight. His hand lowers to his cock, and he strokes himself as he rechecks your silken cunt, gathering some of the gossamer strands of your arousal on his fingers as he ensures that you’re ready to take him. 

“I’m not going to go slow,” he warns you, his eyes lifting from your folds. 

Gulping and biting your lip, you nod, a shaking exhale escaping your lungs. He shifts himself nearer and begins to press. He’s right, you think, wincing at the sting of his intrusion. He’d stretched you out, licked you until you were leaking all over the bed, but it hurts. 

It takes him a moment to bottom out. Once he does, he groans and gasps above you. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so damn tight.” 

You flop your head against your pillow and let out a long sigh. He’s holding still as you adjust, and, despite his warning, he’s being careful with you. It makes your chest squeeze. After a few more pained breaths, you can feel a low tingling radiating from your core. It’s like an itch. Experimentally, you cant your hips, your legs wrapping around his waist, cautious of the stapled skin across his lower back. 

Dabi mutters a soft curse and pulls back, his length sliding out of your drenched pussy. When he glides back in, you feel that same tingling sensation. Distantly, you realize it must be those piercings of his, but you’re too overwhelmed by the sensation to process it fully. 

“Hold on,” he groans, his hands bracing beside your head. You lace your arms around his bowed neck, and he starts to pounds into you. It’s a calculated motion, but- ah- he’s taking the extra second between his powerful pulls and thrusts to scrape his pelvis against your pulsating clit, stimulating you, ensuring that dim blaze pleasure within you keeps building. Whimpering, you arch your back, your ankles locking around him, encouraging him to keep going. You feel so good, so full, filled to the brim and practically begging him for more. 

Sloppily, his mismatched lips find yours and he nibbles and kisses at you. The sheer heat of him is making you both slick with sweat. You don’t mind the salty, dampened feeling, if anything, it eases his motions. 

You’re so wet now that he’s gliding easily into you; that piercing of his heating up, and the rapid fire thrusts he’s giving you create a smoldering inside you; like he’s catching you on fire from the inside out. 

His hips stutter and he lifts one hand from the bed, his thumb easily finding your clit. He presses a tight circle across you and you see spots. 

“Come on,” he groans, his voice hoarse, strained, “cum for me (Y/N). Fucking cum on my dick.” 

That desperation in his tone is all that it takes. 

Seconds later, you’re arching and shaking so much that he has to hold you still. He eases into you a final time, his frantic thrusts slowing, spacing out as he enjoys your rippling channel, and the fiery feeling of his own release almost hurtles you over the edge again. You curl against him, panting into his burnt ear, licking at the damaged skin.

Dabi leans heavily against you, one large hand pressing into your lower back, lifting you to him. Once he comes back to himself, he kisses at your shoulder, his warm breath making you shiver. He eases himself out of you and your legs clamp together, holding his cum inside you. It still feels so, so hot, and you’re not ready to let it drip out of you, not yet. 

He untangles himself from you and adjusts some of his staples, wincing against the sting of his marred and clean flesh. Realizing what he’s doing, you slip from the bed and pad into your bathroom. You clean yourself off and grab a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, dampening a clean cloth with the solution. 

“Here. It’s got some peroxide on it,” you tell him as you reenter the bedroom, tossing the rag his way. He catches it easily, dabbing it over himself, careful to not snag it on any of his loose skin. While he’s busy doing that, you snatch up his discarded white shirt and sling it over your head. He looks at you and scoffs. 

“What’s wrong with yours?” he asks, tossing the cloth onto the floor.

“Yours looked better,” you inform him, returning to his side and leaning close. He rolls his eyes at you and you shift into his open lap, straddling his hips. Grinning, you kiss at his neck again, sneaking a few groans from him. Sighing as you give him a particularly hard nip, he bats you off of him, tumbling you down to the sheets. 

“Give me a fucking minute,” he complains, shaking his head as you wrap around him, pulling him into your arms. Once he’s settled onto the bed you turn, pressing your back to his chest, relaxing into the familiar hold. He snorts, amused by your sudden change of mind. 

Dabi lowers his forehead to the back of your head, a small smile rising along his lips. Your breathing evens out and he listens to the sound, trying to memorize each little detail of you.

Yeah, this is it, he tells himself as he drifts off. The rest is just extra. Oh, it’s nice, to be sure, but this, this right here is what he really wants.

Notes: Soft, soft Dabi. I like him like this ꒰ ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱ ˖°  

Tags: @evesmores, @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx

#dabi #toya todoroki #i can put that #like omg #bnha smut #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #toya x reader #toya x y/n #toya x you #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: dabi #tw: heat play #answered asks #asks

[peachyysugaa]

gravity

– nasa operator!sim jaeyun x astronaut!gn! reader

miles of sky and space doesn't stop gravity from pulling him to you.

genre: strangers/coworkers to lovers, fluff

wc: 2.7k

warnings: 3rd person pov, probably inaccurate astronaut/nasa lingo sorry i'm a chemistry major LOL, one curse word, couple of time skips, food cw

a/n: yea it's another fluff one-shot 😎 finally a jake one-shot! i hope y'all enjoy this i took a while to write this but i'm p proud of how it turned out despite no proofread.

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time on earth: 3:43 am

one of nasa's star rookies sits inside the mission room, monitoring the ISS diligently. today, sim jaeyun was assigned to keep watch on their astronauts as well as the station itself. it's supposed to be a reward for performing well on the latest calculations, but he can't help but find it a little boring. he flips through the cameras quickly, as if trying to find something new.

'yeah right, like anything happens in space,' he mumbles in his head. adjusting his thin glasses and stretching his chair to feel just a tad bit more alive, jake takes a look at one of the three astronauts on board as they float to the window. it seems to be l/n y/n, a rookie who excelled at their simulation tests and the one they say has stars in their eyes themselves.

the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"

the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"

the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"

now jake hadn't planned this far, but since he was already doing it, he might as well go through with it. "do you miss earth?"

he can see through the cameras that y/n wasn't expecting that question as their eyes widen. someway somehow, jaeyun was able to see the stars in their eyes everyone gushed about. maybe it was even better because they were actually living with the stars in space at the time.

"i-i don't know if we should be talking about this, but yea, i do miss earth," they finally reply. "not that being in space isn't fun! i just can't help myself especially since i can see the planet spinning in front of my eyes..."

it's silent for a bit, making the astronaut worry. "h-hello? houston?"

jake blinks before shaking his head and hurried to reply. "y-yes! sorry, i was just caught up in how lonely you sound?"

again, an awkward silence stills. the nasa operator curses to himself, realizing how awkward he must have made it and scrambling to fix the mistake. "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to overstep my boundaries!" he rushes. "my name's sim jaeyun, by the way. people know me better as jake."

"sim jaeyun? rising star sim jaeyun?" they owlishly repeat.

"that's me," he states back, rubbing the back of his neck. "i guess you've heard my name."

he sees the astronaut nod in camera before they're absentmindedly spinning circles midair. "you're my age, and you're already working in nasa headquarters. quite a feat would spread around, you know?"

jake laughs and shakes his head at their comment. "you say that like you're not star rookie l/n y/n."

at the sound of their twinkling laugh, jake's eyes perk up to capture the joyful astronaut holding their stomach on the cameras. "i can tell we're a lot alike, jake," you say with a smile stretching across your face.

it turns out he likes hearing his name off their lips albeit via nasa intercoms. calming down the beating of his heart, jake starts off the first of many late night conversations. "so would you like to hear what's happening on earth?"

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time on earth: 2:26 am

"—and layla was having such a good time meeting other puppies at the park this morning!" jake laughs out with the rookie astronaut laughing with them on the other side of the intercom, separated by thousands of miles in between them. they've been talking like this over the system for weeks now, practically a little over a month. safe to say, the nasa operator was developing feelings for them, perhaps already smitten. sunghoon in the other unit said something about being whipped?

"i wonder how she would react seeing my puppy," they reply.

"when you come back to earth, the first thing we'll do is have them meet on a puppy playdate," he tells them earnestly.

"just layla and rosie on a date? what about us?" he could hear the smirk in their voice even though they weren't next to him.

"i-i-huh? what?" jake stammers. he heard the smirk, but did he hear the words properly? for one, he's not sure they know what he looks like. does that matter to them? without realizing it, his hands are taking off his glasses and fiddling with them.

"are you nervous?"

"hah, what makes you think that?" jake asks nervously.

"jake, i can hear you playing with your glasses."

"shit," he curses, and an endearing giggle is heard on the other side.

"i like you, let's make it a date between us too," he hears, his face gradually becoming hotter.

the chance to confess to his crush is literally handed to him on a silver platter, but he's too busy acting like a middle schooler trying to give chocolates to the person he likes. it's unusual for him to feel like this, his heart's beating way too fast for him to think, and he has to cough to calm down.

"it's a date then." a happy hum is the response he gets, which does nothing to calm the beating of his heart but ignites a new warmth in him. "hey, wait a minute, do you even know what i look like?"

"i kinda remember, but does that even matter?"

"i don't know what if you don't like my face?"

"please, my roommate told me you're on par with that sunghoon guy, and he's known as the prince of his division."

"yeah, but-"

"don't take this the wrong way, jake, but shush." he's sure that if they were here in person, they would put a finger on his lips. it seemed like a(n) y/n thing to do based on the time they've gotten to know each other. "i don't care what you look like. the connection we have together is enough, don't you think?"

he knows they're right, but it doesn't stop the sassy compliment from tumbling out of his mouth. "well, we have a connection and i know you're pretty and smart and funny."

perhaps it's just the color of the screen, but jake swears he saw a blush on their face. it makes him proud after he had somewhat embarrassed himself earlier.

"good night, jake," y/n playfully scoffs at him.

"good night, y/n."

'what a night,' jake thinks to himself with a stupid grin spreading across his face as he prepares the systems for the person on the next shift.

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time on earth: 9:18 am

today is the day. today the pod that stayed at the ISS for 3 months was coming back to earth, and everyone was on their toes. jake was currently scanning the computer calculations from any errors, clutching the paper and burning holes in it with his eyes.

"you good there, bro?" he doesn't need to lift up his head to know that it's sunghoon.

"i have to make sure these are perfect," jake replies in a tone that screamed don't-bother-me.

he feels his coworker's hand pat his shoulder in reassurance. "relax, jake. they'll get here just fine."

jake's whole body sighs when he takes a deep breath. "yeah, i know. i'll just check one more."

his friend offers a comforting smile and one more pat before leaving him to perform his own duties for the landing.

for this last check, jake takes it upon himself to calculate the angle in which the pod enters the earth's atmosphere by hand as a safety precaution. his head jumbles with all the physics equations necessary as his hand complains by cramping from how fast he's calculating.

upon finishing, he looks at the two final numbers side by side. "same to the 5th decimal place," jake affirms to himself.

"great, does that mean you're ready to turn it in, mr. sim?"

turning around abruptly to the sound of the voice, jake finds his supervisor and rushes to grab all the papers for presentation. "yes, ma'am!"

a smile graces her face as she takes the materials from him and flips through the calculations. "good work," she finally says. "our astronauts will get home safely thanks to you."

it's like a weight lifted off his shoulders when he hears those words. jake lets out a sigh of relief once his supervisor walks away and tells him to wait for further instruction. he folds into his chair, thinking about how soon he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

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time on earth: 9:45 am

"everyone, standby!" jake's supervisor announced. the whole command center took a deep breath as they tuned into the astronauts, soon to be leaving the ISS via pod.

"l/n, song, johnson, do you read me?"

"loud and clear, houston," y/n l/n replies in crisp audio.

"get ready to launch then, atlantis ii."

"copy that, houston." the sounds of buckling and buttons flicking can be heard on the other end as jake's palms sweat.

"3... 2... 1... launch!" and they're detached from the ISS, launched into the endless ocean of stars and dust that is space.

"coordinates and angles, houston?"

"atlantis ii, the speed, angle, and coordinates at which you are to enter..." and jake hears his checked numbers be repeated to them. "...you'll be dropping in the gulf of mexico."

"copy that, houston. ready to enter earth's atmosphere in 3... 2... 1... entering!"

the audio delivers the rough shaking as the temperature regulation beeps steadily.

"your temperatures are in the right range, atlantis ii."

it's a rough 5 or something minutes, jake's not sure of the time. he just knows his armchair is having a field day with all the gripping he's doing. he can hear the shaking of the pod driven by the weight and the acceleration of gravity once it takes its pull on the astronauts' pod.

"prepare for impact, atlantis ii!"

everyone is rising up to see the camera pan to the oceanview team who waits for the pod to enter.

"initiating parachute!" and there! the pod appears on the command center's screen in high definition, the mic picking up some of the breeze of the mexican gulf. it enters the ocean with a large plop! and everyone is standing up and cheering.

"successful landing, everyone! congratulations!!"

sunghoon is coming to jake and lifting him out of the chair, engulfing him in the joy that comes from returning the astronauts home. he didn't realize he was staring stupidly at the screen with a blank look and still sitting.

"dude, we did it!" at the sound of his friend's voice, jake mirrors his friend's smile and they embrace each other.

"we did it!" jake replies. soon, he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

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time on earth: 8:04 am

the next day when he clocks in for work, it's calmer and more exciting. jake can feel it in the atmosphere as the nasa operator walks through headquarters.

he makes his way towards the rehabilitation center for their astronauts, his heart unable to calm down the rapid rate of beating. he hears it before he sees it: the bell-like laughter jake was so familiar with, the one he associated with late nights. his feet is pulled towards the sound like gravity, his strides getting longer and his steps having a bounce to it.

jake hears his name being called happily, and he turns to face the voice with an unstoppable grin before taking steps towards the astronaut going through rehabilitation.

"hey, gravity got you bad, i see."

they laugh joyfully. "i'll be good in about a month or 2—i'm pretty quick at this."

"i have no doubt about that."

the two are silent for a bit as they do a few more crunches, jake crouching down in front of their feet to meet them. it's nice and comfortable between the two as he helps them go through their exercises.

"so about that date..." he starts off, watching as their eyes sparkle like stars upon hearing his phrase. his mouth starts to hang a little, loosening up to have words spilling out without his complete knowledge. "wow... your eyes really do have stars in them..."

they stop as they finish a crunch and reaches out to close his mouth with an eye roll. "close your mouth first, sim jaeyun."

"okay, but what about that date?"

"we're getting it. just wait a week or so when i can walk properly," they say with a teasing smile. jake can't help but to smile back.

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time on earth: 2:57 pm

the only thing keeping his nerves calm is layla. the golden retriever was far from nervous as she sat wagging her tail happily with her tongue out.

"jake!!" he hears from the voice he's come to love listening to over the past few months. looking up from layla while holding her leash tightly, he spots the person he's been waiting for and he's mesmerized, left breathless by what he sees.

a light summery fit adorns their figure as they dash towards him with a puffy pomsky dog equally excited. their smiles are bright and sparkles adorn their eyes as usual, but it doesn't make the effect any less beautiful. they slow down, owner and dog panting a little.

immediately, layla gets up from her sitting position to greet the new guests, starting to sniff the two of them.

y/n laughs as they squat down and let the golden sniff them and their hand before giving her warm pets. "hi layla! i'm y/n, and this is rosie."

the two dogs sniff each other in circles, but soon enough they're bouncing and pouncing each other as if they've been best friends since litter days.

"they're getting along so well, and we haven't even gotten to the park yet," y/n comments with a giggle.

"should we get going?" jake offers. they reply with a nod and holds their leash in one hand, grabbing jake's with the other.

if he's taken by surprise, he doesn't show it, but inside, his heart is pounding more than ever before and his head is screaming in joy. the pair walk together hand-in-hand towards the park with two even happier pups prancing ahead of them.

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time on earth: 4:31 pm

the two dogs are getting a bit tired, it seems, as they walk back to jake and y/n who were talking comfortably, y/n's head rested on his shoulder.

"look who's back from playing," y/n says as they ruffle rosie and layla's head, jake following suit.

"let's go get some ice cream for us and puppucinos for them?" jake suggests.

"ooh! that sounds good!" the pups seem to like the idea too, wagging their tails once more and looking at their owners with puppy eyes. jake thinks he's surrounded by three pairs of puppy eyes as he shakes his head in endearing disbelief.

"let's go then."

once they get to the shops, order, and receive their foods, the four of them sit down and enjoy their treats. the owners laugh at their dogs when they see them lap up their puppucinos with so much excitement and vigor, getting the cream all over their faces.

as the sun sets, it casts its glowing light onto the astronaut-in-rehabilitation, making jake's eyes move onto them. he notices a smudge of ice cream at the corner of their lips and without thinking moves in to kiss it off. y/n blinks their starry eyes at him, reminding him of their first "meeting" over intercom and camera screens.

"i like you," he blurts out. "can i... kiss you?"

"i thought you would never ask," they reply with a wide grin, leaning in to press their lips together before he does.

it's like gravity pulls them towards each other because they can't ever seem to get enough of one another, no matter how far apart they are.

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen jake x reader #enhypenwriters #enhypen fanfiction #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyoon #sim jaeyun x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines

[senfena]

Cold War: Remedy, Chapter 6

A/N: Woo, we're here! I've been looking forward to writing this chapter for a while c:

January 19, 1984

"Hey Russell,

It's been a couple years since I wrote a letter to you. I've been writing in another journal regularly, but for some reason I want to address this one to you specifically. 

Where to start...my life is completely different. I live with Park in her flat in Fulham, and I work at a record store nearby, which I'm writing to you from right now actually. It's pretty cold and rainy right now, and business is pretty slow, so I figured I'd write to you. My coworkers are mostly pretty cool, aside from my manager, the Tory bastard. But they all call me Bell at least, there's something to be thankful for. 

I'll be honest...I have thought of using Sariya from time to time. But every time I think of doing that, it just feels wrong. It never belonged to me, the real me, in the first place. And why would I even want to use the name of some terrorist asshole who wanted to blow up half of Europe? Whoever Sariya is, she's not still inside me...is she? For both our sakes, I hope you completely eradicated her.

I get the sense that you did, which is actually a part of the brainwashing I don't mind. I...this sounds so weird to write down, but, I miss you, somehow. I miss you slapping my hand away whenever I went to touch the dial on your radio, or whenever you'd bring me fresh coffee late at night when I was burning myself out, working on cracking that floppy disk and the coded messages. Or you offering me one of your cigarettes whenever you went to smoke one, and you'd light it with your fancy ass lighter, and we'd just stand there smoking together. I still have that lighter, by the way. I try not to smoke anymore, so now it's just more of a charm, really. 

I'm still pissed at you though. Seriously, shooting me after I gave you the key to saving Europe, after all we went through together? Dick move. I don't know if I can ever forgive you for that. But mostly...I just try to forget that that happened, focus on everything that was good about us...or, back then. I guess hate isn't the most accurate word. But I really, really, really don't like you. 

I hope I never see you again,

Bell."

You folded up the letter neatly and put it in your back right pocket. Straightening out your body from it's hunched posture and stretching your arms, you looked all around the store. Still no customers. Not that you minded, it was nice having some peace and quiet. You just wished that you weren't the only employee on the clock, aside from Aiden, your manager, so you weren't dying of boredom on your own. 

"Hey, Bell!" Aiden called to you from the back office. "Can you come back here, please?" You wordlessly started making your way over. Normally he'd want some kind of audible response, but you were more of the silent compliant type, whatever was asked of you, you did, but mostly without saying a word. It took some time, but he'd gotten accustomed to it. You poked your head into the office. "Yeah, Aiden?" He looked up from his accounts and spreadsheets scattered all across his desk. "Hey, we're too slow and I gotta cut down on labor, you can go ahead on home." He instructed you, half focused on you and half focused on his work. "I'm almost done with accounts and I can close the store on my own afterwards, won't take long" "Alright, thanks Aiden!" You cheerfully waved bye as you went to clock out. "Yep, stay safe!" "Will do!" You hollered back to each other as you punched out, grabbed your coat, and scurried out the door in the freezing rain. 

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You unlocked the front door of the flat, practically sprinting in. Your body shivered as you took off your coat and put it on the rack. "Welcome home, Bell!" Park greeted you from the kitchen, hidden from your sight. "Thanks!" You called back as you pulled off your shoes and placed them near the front door. "Could you come in here, please?" She questioned you. Huh, you wondered what she wanted to talk to you about. "Yeah, sure thing." Curious, you strolled into the kitchen and saw Park sitting at the table, mug in hand. Someone else was at the table too, facing away from you. "Hey, what's going…" You took a closer look at the second person. Bald. White dress shirt with black suit pants. Sunglasses. Wait, was that…?

As if on cue, Hudson turned his head to look at you, holding his cup of tea and raising it to you in greeting. "How've you been, Bell?" He asked you, seemingly looking past the slack jawed expression on your face. Looking him dead in the eye, your mind started to race. He wouldn't be here unless he needed something. Something that you didn't owe him anymore. "Screw that." You shook your head and turned to walk to the front door, but before you got the chance to take two steps; "Bell, please, it's incredibly important that you at least listen to what he has to say." Park stood and insisted you, stopping you in your tracks.

You stood there for a moment, simply staring at the floor and breathing in and out sharply. "Park let you live here for the last 3 years, you can make it through this for her". You declared to yourself in your head. Slowly turning around, you trudged to the table and took the seat opposite from Hudson, as Park sat back down next to you. "I'll keep this brief." Hudson began. "Two months ago, Perseus agents covertly infiltrated the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. They attempted to launch a nuclear warhead being used as part of a training simulation. We were able to abort it, but that was far too close for comfort." 

"Sounds like a big problem. So why are you here, instead of solving it, out there?" You shot at Hudson, hoping that he'd take the hint to leave. He leaned in closer to you. "Bell, you're the reason that we even managed to come close to capturing Perseus, and did manage to stop his plan to destroy Europe." He appealed to you. You looked down at the table, trying to not show him any vulnerability. "I know what our agreement was, and whatever you say here, I'll honor that. But Perseus is back on the grid, and unless we take every measurement to stop him, who knows how many innocent people could die." That got you to raise your head, looking him in the eyes again. He took off his sunglasses, folding and placing them on the table. "We need you back, Bell."

You knew that he was right. Whether or not Adler had implanted that part of your personality in you, you were never gonna stand by and let civilians die while you did nothing. Still, you had to know something. "Just tell me; is he gonna be there?" You asked Hudson, already knowing the answer before he told you. He paused before answering. "Of course." You grimaced. Park put a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

Sitting there in silence for a minute or two, you stared down at the table, pretending to think. Finally, you took a deep inhale as you turned your head up to stare at the ceiling, exhaling as your head came back down, eyes focusing on Hudson. "You promise that after this, it's over?" You begrudged to ask him. He gave a swift nod. You sat there in thought for a minute longer. "Okay." You conceded. He nodded his head. "Alright, I'll be back tomorrow a little past sunrise, give you a chance to pack up, and get ready otherwise." Hudson stood up and pushed his chair in. Looking back and forth between Park and you, he gave a little half smile. "It's good to have you both back." He turned and strided out, leaving you and Park alone.

"Are you alright, Bell?" She inquired, full attention on you. You were staring off into space. "I've never seen Hudson smile like that." You turned to her. "Have you ever seen him smile?" She gripped both of your shoulders. "Bell, I know it's going to be difficult, but he can't hurt you anymore. I know that you can do this." She gave you a tender smile. You couldn't find the strength to give her one back, you were using it all trying to keep your mind occupied with anything else, as long as you weren't thinking about him. 

You gave a small nod as your only answer before slowly standing up. "We should go pack." You muttered emptily, already heading to the staircase to go to your room. 

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You turned over to look over at the clock on your bedside dresser. 2:17 AM. Shit, were you ever going to get any sleep tonight? Probably not, because hard as you may try, you couldn't get your thoughts to shut up. You thought back to your letter you wrote earlier. 

"I never want to see you again…"

"What part of that don't you understand, you asshole?" You sarcastically murmured to yourself. Turning over again, you shut your eyes extra hard to try to get to sleep. 

3 hours of hardly sleeping later, the sun had risen. Why the hell did Hudson have to say sunrise and not sunset instead? You groggily dragged yourself out of bed, got changed into your regular clothes, and limped downstairs, duffel bag in hand. Park was already sitting at the kitchen table, dressed, tea cup in hand. "Good morning, Bell." You gave a half hearted wave in return. As you stumbled into the kitchen and sat down, she took a closer look at you, her face changing to concern.

"Bell, did you get any sleep?" She questioned you. Resting your forehead in your palm, you mumbled back "No, but, can you blame me?" You both sat there for a few more hours, waking up over tea. You began to wonder where Hudson was. He hadn't given you a specific time that he'd pick you up, just "after sunrise." It was almost 8 AM when you heard four sharp knocks at the door. "Finally." You uttered as both of you stood up and grabbed your bags, moving to the front door.

Park opened it, and not a second later Hudson was already bombarding you with information. "We need to move fast. Perseus agents just attacked the safehouse in West Berlin. They're baiting us to a mall in New Jersey. Adler and his team are already en route." Shit, you didn't think you'd be getting back in the action this soon. Park swung the door closed, locked it and put the keys in her pocket. As you all got in the car and started towards the airport, you began to feel a little dread. Was there any part of this you were actually going to enjoy? Maybe finally putting a bullet in Perseus' skull would make it worthwhile.

Yeah, it definitely would.

#bo:cw #bocw #call of duty #cod #cold war #frank woods #helen park #jason hudson #lawrence sims #lazar azoulay #alex mason #russell adler #black ops cold war #sariya petrova #black ops cold war fanfiction

[starshiningsirius]

Affection (Yandere Floyd x reader)

Turns out @minteasketches birthday is the day before mine and I couldn't decide who I wanted to write for so I asked for a few of her favorite characters and had a draft for Floyd that would have sat. So I'll just post this on her birthday as a gift and have this be my post for my birthday too! Happy Birthday by the way you wonderful writer and artist I love your work!🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

"I really don't like youuu~"

Floyd took a step closer towards the student with a menacing look in his eyes. Anyone who pissed him off had hell to pay for it that was for sure. He would make sure he never layed his disgusting fingers on her again.

His adorable little shrimpy that he adored so much. It was always oh so tempting to hold her close and squeeze her tight, which is what he usually did on the daily basis, but today was different. She had to spend time with another student and denied his affections promptly. After she had left him after apologizing Floyd went into depression again. His shrimpy never failed to brighten his day. Except today of course, when he didn't feel like going to club, specially not with his bad mood.

"Why does she have to spend time with someone else, can't she see I need her more." He released a sigh thinking more and more about the whole situation, her words recalling in his mind.

Then an idea popped up in his head. He could always spend time with her afterwards. She mentioned going to the library to tutor, he'd surprise her there, as soon as she was done!

He arrived there early then the supposed study session. He was actually hiding behind a bookshelf waiting for her to arrive. He noticed one student sitting their waiting impatiently. He assumed that he was the idiot who needed some help. After a little while he finally saw her arrive. It did irritate him to see her with someone else, but he knew the kind of person Y/n was and leaving someone to fail just wasn't her.

Overtime he started to see her become frustrated which wasn't like her in the slightest. She even taught the little sea otter who was beyond hope when it came to teaching him something. She was ever patient and calm the entire time. This guy managed to piss her off so easily, he had to be doing something wrong, at least that's what Floyd deduced. Seeing her so angry made him both curious and annoyed. What could he possibly have said to make her mad?

Floyd at least had a bit more constraint in him today and decided to listen in to gain some understanding.

"Hey, why do you always spend time with that eel?"

"Can you focus please?"

"Why as far as I'm concerned your hanging out with a crazy pyscho merman? He's gotta be forcing you." This student was really getting on his nerves.

He took his time away from his shrimpy, and for what to spread lies and try to pull her away from him. Not only that he placed his hand on her and she looked discomforted by it, never did she feel that way when Floyd would hug her randomly. It really didn't sit well with him, he was agitated and beyond that rage filled his system. That was never a good sign for anyone nearby.

He was about a second from taking the student and squeezing the life out of him literally. Until he saw his little shrimp stand from her seat.

"An arrogant bastard like you could never compare Floyd! He's far more sweet and lovable then you'll ever be! Don't you dare ever say shit about him!" She actually punched him across his face which surprised Floyd greatly cause the impact knocked the student out of his chair.

She immediately picked up her books and went off towards her dorm Floyd assumed, he couldn't keep his eyes off her until she exited the library. His heart was pounding faster in his chest and a smile ecstasy. Shrimpy really thought of him like that huh?

It definitely made him feel happy to learn how she felt. Maybe he should tell her he feels the same too! Ah, but Floyd still doesn't know himself what the feeling is but since Jade's so smart he'll just ask him!

He heard the groans of the student on the ground which brought him out of his thoughts. He saw the student getting back up from the floor murmuring curses and insulting his darling Shrimpy. It definitely reminded him of his rage against him for taking up her time in the first place, but now he insults her it struck a sense of bloodlust in the eel. He shouldn't do this in here though, he's sure Jade could help him get rid of any evidence too.

. . .

"Angelfish where are youuuu~?"

"Floyd-" She couldn't speak for a second cause a pair of long arms wrapped around her neck, covering her mouth, and a head nuzzled in her cheek.

"Yup~" He showed her a sharp toothed smile.

"Floyd you seem overly happy these days, has something happened?"

"Huh~ What do ya mean Shrimpy? I get to spend more time with you that always makes me happy!"

She was relieved on the inside since she tried calling him yesterday after the library incident and he didn't pick up. She called Jade too but he said his brother was doing something important for Azul, for a second there she thought she had put him in one of his bad mood swings by denying him.

Speaking of which,

"Floyd?" He wouldn't stop nuzzling her until he heard her voice calling him.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry about yesterday, I shouldn't have denied your offer, that guy was a total prick. I should have chosen you instead. If you forgive me I'll get you some candy at Sam's Shop?" She tried to offer him.

"Eh? It's fine Shrimpy but since your offering I want to get some and share it with you!" He seemed far more cheerful than the mood you left him in yesterday. Usually his mood swings would last the whole day and bargaining him with something would work even his brother didn't have control over him all the time.

It definitely felt strange in her mind but she had to dismiss it with Floyd pulling her arm in the direction of the school store.

. . .

He had brought a lot of supplies from the store more than usual. As she had asked out of curiosity he said it was a surprise. Later on the next day she found out that the surprise was making takoyaki together.

It really did surprise her, seeing Floyd be this thoughtful took her by surprise. He was more of a PDA type rather than wholesome cooking together. She did tell him once that she wanted to try it once with him,, after learning his favorite food. That was a while ago though and for him to remember such a small detail like that. She shrugged it off as nothing though and went about doing the instructions Floyd gave as they worked together in the Octanivelle kitchen.

Both of them were enjoying themselves and when it came time to heat them up he put in one last ingredient mixing with the cream color mixture. He didn't want to tell her what it was but he said it was extra special.

When it came time that it was all done he told her to open wide.

"Shrimpy come on open up~! I want you to try the first bite of this new batch so you can tell me what you think! " He looked happy and stared at her in anticipation.

The gaze had her face turning red in which she could hear the laugh of the other twin within the empty Monstro Lounge. She didn't want to keep him waiting so she did as he was told and opened her mouth.

Soon as the sphere shaped food had entered and she had chewed the taste was weird, normal savory flavor but with the taste of something she couldn't put her finger on.

It wasn't that many of the food and as soon as she finished she had another pressed to her lips. Until it was all gone did the process repeat. That's when her vision began to get hazy.

"Floyd I don't feel so well. I think I need to go to the infirmary." Her body swayed as tried standing before she could take a step her body fell over tripping on air possibly.

"Eh~ What do you mean, Angelfish? You don't need to rely on anyone else but me." He had pulled her toward his chest the warmth lulling her senses into a gentle slumber.

. . .

When she woke up she found herself in Floyd's room, the messy appearance of it familiar to her. It was strange though since she couldn't remember coming into the room or falling asleep. The taste of takoyaki though remained on her tongue and she recalled a couple of things including the so called 'special ingredient' Floyd put in a few of them that he got from Azul.

It must have put her to sleep, but why would Floyd do something like this?

When she heard the door open she looked up and saw the man in question. He was elated to finally see her awake and ran over to you quickly.

"Angelfish! Your finally up! Great that means we can play now!" One word in particular stood out to her.

"Angelfish? You usually call me Shrimpy. Floyd what's going on?" She was confused and wanted answers but it only made the eel happy.

"Oh your mine now! That little study session of yours with that annoying little crab, you defended me, it was so amazing to see you angry for me Angelfish! It made me so happy so I had to show my affection back some way."

"What do you mean?" She did not like where this was going. She had used violence which was unlike her but with Floyd's seeing it too it's not a good thing for how he would interpret it. She did like the eel of course but she might have put the life of a student in danger.

"He was trying to take my angelfish away from me, so I let him know just how much I love you! Jade said it'd be good to show you how much and you used violence so I should do the same!" He nuzzled his mouth near her neck invoking a shiver to crawl up the girl's spine as he inhaled her scent.

That guy was right about him being dangerous, but he only did want to show you his affection.

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"Black Magic" *Part 8*

Shit I have ZERO will power.

But I really did feel bad for that last chapter being so shitty small, AND I just came up with a chunk of story that will push this past 10 chapters. *GASP*

So I don't mind it being up, as it's not the second to last chapter now. Huzzah!

Note: This is an entire chapter of just Olivia and Barba. I know, right? But-- you're included, somehow. 😉

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Part 9

Part 7

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The next day was Saturday, so Rafael took the day to introduce his fiancée to his "familia". However their reaction was not what he expected. His mom and abuela were thrilled. They knew the back and forth Rafael and Olivia had at the beginning of their friendship, and they wanted to see him married to a successful woman. However when he brought her to Maria, she was less than pleased.

"I...I don't understand, who is this?" She asked.

“Maria I told you, this is my fiancé Olivia Benson” Rafael pushed Olivia forward.

“Pleased to meet you ma’am,” Oliva smiled and extended her hand. Instead of shaking her hand, Maria took him to the side away from Olivia's prying ears.

“But what happened to that nice girl you brought here last week?” She asked him with concern in her eyes.

“….What?" Rafael looked at her in confusion.

“Y/N?” She said your name, and Rafael’s face went red with anger.

“Excuse me?!” He hissed; Olivia glanced over at the two of them, getting wary of their conversation.

“Last week, you brought here to get empanadas for a fun day. You seemed so in love with her Raffi, you said you would keep her for a long time.” Maria told him with a gentle voice.

“You were so happy, I don't think I've ever seen you that happy. Especially not with this cabrona,” She narrowed her eyes at Liv.

“Maria I think you're confused. I am very much in love with Olivia, I would chase the moon and stars for her.” Rafael said in an almost melodramatic way.

“Who talks like that?” Maria laughed.

“What?” Rafael asked, offended.

“….No something is off with you Raffi,” Maria studied his face intently, looking for something.

“Maria I love you, but you are getting up there. Your mind isn't as good as you think it is,” Rafael half laughed, writing her off as a batty old lady with her accusations.

She slapped him across the face.

“How dare you burro. I know you better than your own mami, you know that. And I know what I saw, I don't know what happened to you but this-- she gestured to his whole body. This isn't you.” She grabbed his face in her hands and shook him as if she was trying to shake whatever was wrong with him right out of his body.

“What happened to Y/N, Raffi? Just tell me--” Maria asked softly, but Rafael cut her off with a fit of rage.

“She’s GONE, Maria. I fired her, I sent her away,”

“...But why?” Maria now stared at Olivia, who was getting very uncomfortable at the mention of your name. Maria knew about you? Rafael had brought you here? On your FIRST date? She had never even heard about this familia until today. Were you actually right about knowing things about him so quickly?

“Because she’s a psychopath who has some obsession with me!” He yelled.

“Really? Because you seemed pretty obsessed with her, the last time you were here,” Maria gave him a look.

“Maria I have no idea what you’re talking about, I really don’t,” He shook his head.

“Three days ago, Raffi. Do you remember three days ago?”

Rafael stared at her blankly, then his eyes began to dart back and forth while he desperately tried to recall that day. But-- he couldn’t. Why couldn’t he remember three days ago? In fact, why couldn’t he remember yesterday? Or the day before? All he could think of was today, and how in love with Olivia he was. That-- that wasn’t normal, right? His head began to ache, he winced and doubled over in pain. As he squinted, trying to steady himself, he looked across the street, where an image of you and him flashed in front of him.

He quickly caught up to you and cut you off from walking. You desperately tried to compose yourself before he saw your face, but you failed miserably.

“…Why are you so upset, mi vida?” He cupped your face with serious concern in his eyes. “Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” You grabbed both of his hands. “No, Rafa you are– You are perfect,” You bit your lip, willing yourself to not start crying again.

“Ay no,” He shook his head with a laugh. “I am FAR from perfect, carino,”

You cupped his hand in your face, looking into his eyes very seriously. “You are to me,”

He looked back at you, with the same intense eyes. "So are you,”

Rafael blinked several times, tears coming to his eyes as he recalled how happy he was in that moment. Before he could say or do anything, Olivia came running up to him and throwing her arms around him.

“Oh my god, Rafa! Are you okay?” She immediately helped stand upright and kissed him roughly, her lips wet with purple liquid. Rafael’s eyes radiated purple, the image of you and him instantly disappeared from his memory. He smiled in an almost robotic fashion as he held Olivia in his arms. “Never better, mi amor,” He kissed her again, then turned to Maria.

“Look, Maria,” Rafael said very sternly. “I love Olivia and anyone who doesn't approve of her, I don't want in my life.”

“Excuse me?” Maria stared at him, dumbfounded.

“You heard me,” He growled. “If you can't accept Olivia then stay the hell out of my life!”

“Raffi!!! How can you ..how can you say that to me?” She asked him fearfully. Suddenly, she noticed Raffi's beautiful green eyes were flashing a deep dark purple. She furrowed her brows and stormed over to Olivia.

“Bruja!!” She yelled. What did you do to my Rafi, you witch?”

“Excuse me?” Olivia stumbled back in shock. How...how did she know?

“Maria!!!!! Rafael stepped in between them. “How dare you speak to my fiancé that way? You know what, don't come to my wedding. In fact, don't come anywhere near me at all. Ever,” He shoved the old woman aside.

Olivia was absolutely stunned. She had never seen him so aggressive before. And over her no less. She knew this was the work of her elixir. She felt a pang of guilt, watching the poor old woman's eyes brimming with tears. That was until she glared at Olivia once again.

"This isn't over, bruja" she grunted, waving a fist at her.

“We’re leaving,” Rafael grabbed Olivia's hand and dragged her down the street as he called an Uber.

“Rafa...didn't you say that woman basically raised you?” She asked, still stunned from the events that just unfolded in front of her.

“I don't care,” he huffed.” Anyone against you is against me,”

Olivia looked into his eyes, they were usually so green and sparkling. She finally noticed that they were now a glowing bright shade of purple.

Was this what you had been talking about? Was this...person, even Rafael anymore? Her Rafael?

“Rafa…” She asked nervously.

“Yes, amante?” He grinned at her, in an almost inhuman way. This was insane. Okay so maybe she had overdone it with the serum. Maybe just a tad. But, if he was so…”mind warped” at the moment, how far could she control it?

“...Rafa, take me to the places you took Y/N the other day,” She simply stated as if she was giving robot instructions. And just like a good little robot, BarbaBot imputed the address of Central Park into the Uber app.

They got out and Rafael looked at Olivia with a loving gaze, his eyes still bright purple.

“I want to show you my favorite place in the city, but first we need somewhere to eat all this food,” He repeated the words he said to you that day, his eyes still glowing purple.

“...We don’t have any--” Olivia started to protest, but then she realized that he was obeying her wishes. He was doing everything the exact same from the last time he had been there-- with you.

“Um-- Okay,” She nodded with a fake smile, her anger rising. This was quickly backfiring on her.

Rafael took her hand and they walked further and further into the park until they reached the fountain. Then he sat down on the fountain and motioned for her to sit with him. She obeyed, and he just kept smiling at her with the “Uncanny Valley” smile.

“So you, you took her here. To your favorite spot in the city?” She glanced around. It wasn’t so special, just a fountain. What was she so jealous of?

“Oh no mi amor, this is just where we’re going to eat. The surprise is after,” He smiled dreamily at her. But this time she couldn’t tell if he was actually smiling at HER, or remembering the image of you in that spot that day.

“Um-- okay, we’re done eating now!” Olivia said in an unnerving tone, pretending to throw trash away.

““Well!” he wiped “tears” away from his face and then Olivia’s before he gathered up “trash” and threw it away.

“I think that’s quite enough of the melodramatic stories today. Now it’s time to show you my favorite place,”

“Wait, what?” Olivia stopped him from walking.

“What is it, mi amor?”

“What did you just say? What ‘melodramatic story’ did you tell her?” She searched his eyes, but they were only filled with a dazed look of love.

“I….” He started to blink furiously, looking down. What the hell was happening? Was he-- he was fighting himself not to tell her. He was FIGHTING HIMSELF to keep something from her. Something he shared with you.

“RAFAEL,” She grabbed him and looked him in his eyes. “Tell me the story you told Y/N, right now,” She ordered him.

“I can’t,” He simply stated, no emotion in his voice.

“Why not?!” She stomped her foot.

“I don’t feel safe enough with you,” He stated in a basic monotone voice.

“But you felt safe with her? A girl you’ve known for THREE months?” Olivia’s eyes were now filled with angry tears.

“It’s about your dad, isn’t it?” She whispered, her voice shaking. Well, if she couldn’t get him to tell her, maybe you could.

“Oh, Rafa,” She did an impression of your voice. “We’re so connected, and-- I feel so safe with you,” She rolled her eyes.

“Y/N,” He didn’t even look at Olivia, he was just staring ahead with the same dazed loving look in his eyes. Olivia was filled with rage, but continued.

“Tell me about your middle name, Rafa,” She said in ‘your’ voice.

“....No you don’t understand. My middle name is Eduardo, named after him. So he’s always with me.” He began to recite the speech he had given you as if he was reading off cue cards. “I have always told people it’s Antonio, because I want nothing about me associated with him,” He started to cry, Olivia just stared at him in shock.

After a minute, he stopped crying and looked into Liv’s eyes, unbeknownst to her seeing your face on hers. “I’ve never told anyone that story.”

“...Not even Liv?” She asked, knowing the answer.

"Not even Liv,” He stroked her hair. “I’ve never felt as close to her as I do with you.” He pulled Liv into his lap. “The truth is Y/N I have never felt safe since my abuela’s house. Until I met you,”

Olivia jumped up from his lap, now absolutely enraged, hurt, and unhinged.

“That is BULLSHIT Rafael!!!!” She screamed at him. “I have given you everything, all of me! I’ve told you things, things I thought we shared. And you...you fall in love with some random intern?”

Wait, she thought. This was all on a day that he was under YOUR spell. This was just him rebooting to the last saved point, recovering memories deep inside him like a computer. This wasn’t real either. All she had to do was reboot him, so that he’d completely forget those memories with you. All she needed to do was draw out the rest of your day together so they were fresh in the front of his mind, and then she’d feed him a special dose of her “medicine”, wiping them away. Forever.

“Rafa, let’s see your favorite place,” She said in a “you-like” voice. He smiled and took her hand, leading her down into the caves.

“Penguins?” She asked, unamused.

“I love penguins,” He smiled.

“Right...me too,” She said in a fake happy voice, rolling her eyes.

Rafael turned and stared at her with the biggest smile, your face still in his eyes.

“Did you know that when a male penguin fancies a girl penguin he will look everywhere until he finds the perfect rock or pebble as an offering to said female. And if she accepts it, then they’re together until they die.”

“...What?” Olivia was now shocked once again. “Were you...were you going to PROPOSE to her?!”

“I’m not proposing carino, I’m not that crazy,” He chuckled, still thinking it was the other day.

“Well thank god--” Olivia shook her head and had an idea. If she put the two memories together….he’d think he brought her there, and that’s when he proposed!

“Oh but Rafa, don’t you remember darling? This is where you proposed, that’s what we’re doing, right now,” She pulled the ring from her finger and handed it to him, shaking him out of his trance.

“Wha-- Oh, carino,” He now looked at Liv with the same lovesick expression, less robotic.

“Be my penguin?” He held out the ring like a trained monkey.

“Yeah sure, whatever,” She smiled and grabbed the ring, pulling him into a kiss.

Now that memory had been replaced-- pretty soon she’d have you replaced completely.

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