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camelliacats · 2 years

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a proper sit-down

My two favorite Marauders confiding… :'3

Fic: "a proper sit-down" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Rating: K+

Words: ~1,240

Additional info: romance, slash, lightangst, Maydayverse, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: With a new war on the horizon, Sirius and Remus finally have a chat, just the two of them, nearly fourteen years in the making…

It…was nicer than he remembered, Sirius thought at the early morning hour as he stared up at the plaster ceiling overhead and traced with his eyes the crack where the plaster was chipping away. He frowned and fumbled in the dim light for his wand on the tiny nightstand to his left, casting a quick-fix spell on the deteriorating ceiling. There. Remus wouldn't mind too much. Would he?

At the thought of his friend, Sirius pricked up his ears and sought out the sounds in the hallway and Remus' small kitchen. Yes, there he was—the sleepy shuffle of a bookworm who'd stayed up a hair too late and now was wandering into the kitchen for sustenance.

…well, Sirius hoped it was a thrilling read that had kept him up, and not Sirius' late-night arrival with the intent to crash here for now, per Dumbledore's orders.

Sirius mustered a weak smile and sat up in bed in Remus' spare room. He hadn't brought much of anything with him. There'd been little need and no time after making the trip to catch Figg up and expending the effort to track down Fletcher. He ran a tired hand through his hair before bracing himself and setting foot outside his borrowed room.

Remus' back was to Sirius when the latter joined him in the eat-in kitchen. "The only tea I've got is ginger and peppermint," Remus said as he put the kettle on. He paused when he moved the tea tins aside and found a dark brown bag. "…and apparently a bag of ground coffee from I don't know when. Your choice." It was easy to hear the frown in his voice even without seeing it.

Sirius sank into one of two rickety chairs at the round dining table and smiled at Remus. "I thought I'd start with 'Good morning, Remus.'"

Remus spun around, wide brown eyes zeroing in on Sirius. That must've woken him up the rest of the way, because he spluttered, "A-Ah, right. Good morning. Sirius." He turned back to his stovetop. "Did you sleep all right?"

"I did, thanks. It's nice not to be a dog and to have an actual bed…" Sirius winced, not particularly keen to discuss his life on the run, not since escaping Azkaban and certainly not since setting things right with Harry and Remus last year by revealing Pettigrew's betrayal. He ran his hand through his hair again and cleared his throat. "Did you?"

He mused whether Remus heard him. The kettle was bubbling, surely, but not yet whistling. Still, it was a moment before Remus huffed a sigh and admitted, "Not really."

Sirius' smile fell. This was why he'd worried about coming here, Dumbledore's orders be damned. Because, yes, he'd set things right with Remus—

—but they had yet to clear the air.

The Black son cleared his throat as the kettle whistled. He fidgeted while he waited for Remus to prep two mugs and bring them and the tea tins over. But, even then, sitting across from each other solved nothing, least of all with Sirius boring holes through Remus with his gaze and Remus pointedly making himself a mug of peppermint tea.

Remus waited two minutes for the leaves to steep and his drink to cool. Then he took a sip and met Sirius' silver stare. "It's a little different, suddenly having you here."

Sirius blinked and furrowed his brow. "How d'you mean?"

His fellow wizard stifled a sigh. "…it was a relief, reuniting with you last year, Sirius—"

His heart soared. He reached for one of those pale hands encircling Remus' drink—

"—and it was brief, seeing each other during Harry's tasks for the Triwizard Tournament—"

—Sirius cupped the back of Remus' left hand and thumbed the other man's knuckles—

"—but now is different. Harry's not here, Sirius. There's no advice to give, no history to fill him in on." Remus pursed his lips. His eyes dropped for a second to Sirius' ministrations. "It's just you and me, and I've had some time to think."

Oh, hell. Sirius didn't shrink back, but he had a long history with those six words, and they never bode well for him. He swallowed a lump in his throat. "It's just you and me," he echoed.

Perhaps Sirius' fright or vulnerability did the trick, because Remus' hard edges softened, and he gave his fellow Marauder a small, sweet smile. …but it was bittersweet. "Sirius, there's one thing about your story with Wormtail that's had me buggered."

"What?"

Remus shook his head. "It's just—not that, at the time, the idea of Wormtail as unlikely candidate for Secret Keeper wasn't brilliant, because we didn't know his plans, but—" He peered at Sirius. "I know you, Sirius. Even now, you wouldn't betray Lily and James. Why didn't you accept the position?"

Sirius swallowed a second lump in his throat. When a third formed, he drank from his mug to assist, only to be reminded he had not tea but hot water. He mechanically added ginger tea leaves to his mug and watched them swirl around. "…I told you before, I had my trust issues."

His companion sighed. "I know. My being a werewolf on lone missions…not helped when I went against Dumbledore's requests and informed you that he had me trying to convince the werewolves to take sides."

"Rem…it wasn't just that."

Sirius caught Remus' quizzical expression in the reflection of his tea.

"Even if you were a spy, my trust issues also lay with me."

"Sirius, what—?"

He lifted his head. "I feared that You-Know-Who knew us Order members a little too well. If you were a spy, Remus, and me their Secret Keeper… There's nothing I won't tell you, Remus. You can be used against me."

Remus wore that wide-eyed, deer-in-the-wandlight expression. His mouth popped open in a small "o." "But…the same…could've been said of…James…"

Sirius cocked his head to one side and resumed the slow strokes along the knuckles on the back of Remus' hand. "Remus, luv, I said 'you' because I meant you and only you." He frowned then and gave Remus' hand a squeeze. "I'm just sorry I didn't tell you sooner. If I had—or if I'd taken a more serious chance with you after we graduated…perhaps then I never would've doubted you, or myself. A lot of things could've played out differently back then."

"Perhaps," Remus conceded. He set his mug aside, though, and took Sirius' hand in his own—and interlaced their fingers. "But I could've acted, just the same. That was just where you and I were at the time, Sirius. And what happened wasn't our fault, because a Dark wizard still existed who wanted to hurt us, our friends, our family." He smiled, a bright sight in this drab house.

Sirius timidly returned the expression. He gripped Remus' hand. "So…you had feelings to act on then, too?"

"I still have them, Sirius."

"Then if you and I were in a different place back then, where does that leave us now?"

Stunningly, Remus chuckled. "Thanks to Professor Dumbledore's machinations, with my house just to the two of us for the foreseeable future. Until we're summoned, of course."

Perhaps it was the lilt in Remus' voice or it was the slight way Remus seemed to tug on Sirius' hand, but Sirius found himself wishing for such summons never to come.

:') THESE TWO! Tbh, thinking about Sirius being on the run/in hiding and even with the Triwizard Tournament in GoF, I feel that he and Remus likely wouldn't've had a true breather to discuss where they stood until summer '95, rly, when Dumbly actually told Sirius to go gather some Order members and then lie low at Remus'. Hence…this story. But the real detail about why Sirius pulled the Secret Keeper switcheroo cropped up when I was reviewing deets about the role, and it just makes sense to me that Sirius feared Voldy would've used Remus against him. GOOD GODRIC, honestly these two are so bloody canon, I cannot…! I imagine they attempted to enjoy the alone time before having to relocate to Twelve Grimmauld Place, tho, *lol*. Anyway! Another Maydayverse (my overall headcanon) fic bc I'm tryna write more of my OTPs for MDV…there's just never enough time in the world. Dx

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#hp #harry potter #wolfstar #remmius #sirius black #remus lupin #<2500 #romance #slash #angst #maydayverse #trio era #rated: PG #3rd POV

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todoscript · 4 years

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Syndicate — [ 3 ]

parts: one | two | three

SUMMARY: The four of you arrive at Hatsume’s workshop, hoping to find some leads about the mysterious bullet you discovered in the aftermath of the scuffle against the Shie Hassaikai yakuza group.

genre: mafia au. pairing(s): mafiabosses!todobakudeku x fem!reader word count: 2.1k+ warnings: mature themes. mafia talk. crude language/cursing. future adult and violent scenes. polyamorous relationship. characters are aged-up. taglist: in reblogs. please ask if you would like to be included in the taglist for updates on future parts.

author’s note: oh my god, i am so sorry for the very long wait everyone! trying to crank this part out was a bit of a struggle with everything going on, but i’m glad it’s finally done! i initially planned to make this chapter a bit longer and continue on with some of the next section, but it made more sense to end it off here so the next part could be flushed out more on its own

Nothing but the grating sound of machinery sparking against each other fills the room the moment you walk into Hatsume’s workshop, located in the more uneventful parts of Tokyo, and away from the seeing eyes of the public. Your ears recoil at the noise; however, it is a cacophony of sounds you are used to, considering this is far from your first time here. Thus, it’s not so much a surprise, being greeted this way, though still jarring nonetheless.

Mei Hatsume is a woman who usually busies herself with work. Whenever she wasn’t occupied filling out a client’s order, such as creating the gadgets they requested necessary for certain heists, she was always active in coming up with new inventions—other gizmos to win people over. In turn, she managed to catch the three pairs of eyes that are responsible for overseeing the infamous Yuuei mafia. Before long, the syndicate had become one of her most frequent and loyal clients due to her high-quality skills and work ethic.

Your three men are in tow behind you when you enter, following in not only your steps but your strained expression over the racket.

“Hatsume!” you shout out to try and capture the girl’s attention, being that her eyes are covered in her dense, protective goggles to even see the four of you coming.

Far too engrossed in her work, her nonchalant hums in between her buzzing equipment indicate that she isn’t going to notice you anytime soon. Knowing this, Bakugou grits his teeth out of annoyance and marches past you.

“Hey Goggle-Head!!”

Unsurprisingly, his yell is garishly loud and is enough to cut through the jarring grinding of the machines and reach Hatsume’s ear. Bakugou does prefer to take a strident approach to things after all. And today especially, he isn’t in the mood to wait around.

“Bakugou. That was unnecessary,” Todoroki says, side-eyeing his partner for his boisterous attitude.

“It was totally necessary, Icy-Hot,” the blonde retorts.

Hatsume soon stops what she’s doing and finally brings the noise to a halt. Lifting her bulky steampunk goggles from her eyes, she properly greets her guests.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite clients!” Her tone is welcoming and chipper, despite the somewhat rude awakening courtesy of the blonde. “What can I help the four of you with today? Perhaps in need of some more firepower for your men? Hmm?” Hatsume wiggles her brows—a crafty gesture she usually gives to entice her customers while flaunting some incredibly elaborate contraption of hers in her arms. Midoriya declines with a shake of his head, waving a hand out.

“No, we’re fine with all the equipment you’ve provided our group with so far, Hatsume. They’ve been working wonders for us,” he says kindly.

“Especially that earring from the other night.” You join in the praises, and Hatsume readily eats them up as her yellow eyes begin to sparkle.

“Ah, the teardrop earring, I presume? As expected, I knew that particular item would perform excellently, what with its compact size and design to elude suspicion, along with its vast set of features—”

“Come on, quit yapping already! We’re here for business, not to give our fucking reviews,” Bakugou dispels the girl’s incessant ramblings with his ill-tempered tone.

Todoroki steps forward, following in the blonde’s approach. “He’s right. Excuse us, Hatsume, but we wanted to ask you about something we encountered last night,” he explains, hand digging into his coat pocket to procure the ziploc bag containing their item of inquiry—the bullet.

Your hands glow magenta; your quirk lifts the bullet from the plastic and into the air to prevent Hatsume from needing to touch it directly for examination. As it hovers in front of her, Hatsume’s eyes start to gleam a brighter amber yellow inactivation of her quirk, allowing her to scrupulously inspect every detail down to even smidgen of a scratch.

A few hums leave her lips the more she tilts her head at the object, index finger steady beneath her chin.

“Well?” you ask, a tad impatient for answers as are the other three. Hatsume gives the bullet one last look before turning to you, a somewhat uncertain look on her face.

“Just who did you retrieve this bullet from?”

“A henchman from the Shie Hassaikai yakuza fired this at us last night while we were in a scuffle with them,” Todoroki answers with Midoriya continuing.

“We managed to avoid getting hit by it thanks to a comrade of ours.”

“Hah, as if those jokers could pose even a threat to us with flimsy weapons like these.” Bakugou punctuates with his arrogant poise, and you playfully roll your eyes at his comment before returning to the situation at hand.

“Still, for us to not recognize something as ordinary as a bullet like this is concerning, adding onto the fact they were willing to use this instead of facing them head-on with their quirks,” you add. There’s a silence lingering in the air at your words, but it eventually isn’t long until Hatsume says her piece.

“Well, after seeing this, I suppose the talk going around the crime groups is true after all.”

The four of you exchange peculiar looks, inquisitive at the mention of such “talks”.

“What ‘talk’?” Midoriya asks, voice dipping low for his standards.

Taking a seat at her workbench while facing her four guests, Hatsume’s expression grows unusually serious.

“Some of my clients have spoken about some shady business going on in the underground recently.”

“Shady business?” Bakugou repeats vehemently, eyebrow quirked.

“This is the first I’ve heard of this,” Todoroki comments, growing wary at the shift in the situation.

“We practically have total control of the black market on the east side of Japan. What shit could be going on under our fucking radar?” The blonde’s eyes flare a menacing red over the news.

“To begin,” Hatsume continues, “my clients have spoken about a new weapon being spread around amongst many criminal gangs. It’s no surprise you haven’t heard of it actually. The ones producing them have made sure to evade the gaze of your mafia group by offering them to those in the west, and have only recently moved to the east.”

“They didn’t want us to intervene and mess with their steady business on the black market, I’m assuming,” you add, and Hatsume nods at your conjecture.

“Likely. Anyways, this weapon didn’t seem like a big deal at first. Just some talk about a bullet similar to the one here.” Hatsume gestures to the transparent bag. “But a bit of prodding later, I learned that the contents inside the bullet actually contain a drug created by a scientist, which was forcibly taken by the Shie Hassaikai yakuza.”

Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki are immediately attentive at the name, their expressions soon altering into revulsion as if a vile stench had suddenly wafted into the air, turning the atmosphere sour.

“So the yakuza made out with some stolen research and are mass producing these bullets onto the black market behind our backs, correct?” Todoroki relays the info with malice prevalent in his timbre.

“Those fuckers. Thinking they can do whatever the fuck they want, huh?” Bakugou’s teeth grit at every word uttered under his breath, fists clenching together. “They’re asking for it now.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Kacchan. We’ll make sure each and every one of them is delivered the punishment they deserve.” Midoriya joins his fellow mafia bosses in the menacing pressure exuding from them. His smile is far from genuine—two-faced with intense animosity emanating from just a simple glance.

Having been by their side through situations similar to this level of tension, you’re very much used to witnessing these expressions painted on each of their faces—such as a time when their shipment of goods came far delayed due to a few lackeys’ miscalculations. In turn, Yuuei had lost a bit of time in their well thought out schedule, which was something Deku, Ground Zero, and Mercury were not at all happy about as they thrived on pure efficiency. To make the story short, those henchmen had received a rather brutal ending for their errors when the three were done with them.

Since then, the trio have let it become a lesson learned not to rely on a bunch of simpletons to carry out such important tasks. As a result, the mafia group had become more efficient from then on out, now centering around your smaller group of elites in the aftermath of the events.

You have to admit, seeing the three so riled up is quite attractive in your eyes. They were already charismatic on their own—being in their presence gave you a very tasteful glance of their domineering aura. But in action, that charisma somehow manifested many times stronger, and when in pursuit with such determination in hand, it felt like they could do just about anything they set their minds to.

However, there are times when you knew you needed to step forward and become their sense of reasoning, lest they walk through fog with no sense of direction. Now is one of those times.

“Well, to start, we need some leads.” You join in, and the three turn to you, ready for what their right-hand woman has to say. “Hatsume, do you know what the drug does?”

The girl shakes her head, much to your dismay, but offers a hunch. “I can only assume it must disrupt the body in some way on contact.”

“It’s a good thing Kacchan didn’t get hit by it then,” Midoriya comments.

“Shut up, Deku.” Bakugou harshly jabs his elbow into the young man’s sides, annoyed.

“Now’s not the fucking time.”

“Right, right… My apologies…” Midoriya replies, holding no ill will at his partner, despite his rough demeanor. The trivial exchange between the two quickly ceases. You decide to resume your questions directed at the craftswoman.

“Alright then… How about the scientist that created the drug? Do you have any info on them?”

Musing in thought, Hatsume’s eyes draw to the ceiling as she rummages through her head to recollect her memories.

“Hmm… What I have heard is that the yakuza had infiltrated a place located in the corner of Kamino Ward in Yokohama to obtain the drug.”

“So that must be where this scientist’s laboratory or base of operations must be then. Kamino Ward.” Todoroki guesses and the girl gives him a brief nod.

“Then that’s where we’re going next. We’re gonna find this scientist and get the info we need, even if we need to beat it out of them!” Bakugou exclaims, voice thundering throughout the workshop as his palm emits a small, concentrated burst of fire while coming in contact with his fist. “Not a single one of those half-rate yakuza asswipes are getting away, pulling this shit on us.”

“Though I have to warn you,” Hatsume interrupts forebodingly as a shadow casts over her features, “there have been rumors of people disappearing around those parts.”

You lift a brow, suspicious at the meaning behind those claims.

“Disappearing?”

“That’s right. Anyone that so much as approaches that area ends up poofing out of existence.” She emphasizes this notion by springing her arms outward.

“Oh? Sounds a bit… far-fetched.” you reason, adamant on the idea that no such thing could happen without natural causes. After all, quirks are biological phenomena. Nothing as supernatural as disappearing from existence should be occurring, right?

“No, Angel Face, it sounds more than just far-fetched. It’s more like a load of bullshit to me,” Bakugou chimes in, bolstering your doubt against it.

“Probably something stirred up to keep people off this scientist’s back,” Midoriya speculates. “He’s already had his research stolen from him. I’m sure he wouldn’t want a repeat of that.”

As he appears behind you, Todoroki lays a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “Even if something like that is true, I doubt it could truly pose a threat against us, considering who we are.” His hand dips down to find yours before lifting it above your shoulder to lay a quick kiss on your fingertips. You smile at both his words and his touching gestures.

Ignoring the affectionate display, the girl only shrugs. “That’s what I’ve been hearing is all, but I suppose you could take it with a grain of salt.”

Despite the ominous admonition, Midoriya gives Hatsume a grin before reaching into the pocket of his coat. “Thank you for the warning, Hatsume,” he sets a wad of cash down on the workbench in front of her, “along with the valuable set of information. We’ll be sure to put everything you told us to good use.”

She returns the smile, fingers curling around the stack furtively. “Well, a pleasure doing business with you, Yuuei. And remember, my services will always be available to you when you need it.”

“Dutifully noted.”

#bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #midoriya x reader #mha x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha imagine #bakugou imagine #todoroki imagine #midoriya imagine #bakugo x reader #shouto x reader #izuku x reader

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bitchiha · 4 years

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The Hokages Office (Yamato x Reader)

A/N: this is dedicated to all my Yamato stans (esp uhhh-hatake and papashi) You’re both lovely and I think it’s about time i fed you, my fellow whores <3 I wrote it on and off for about like four days... and I think I did horny tree man some justice. Ending was a little rushed and it’s semi proofread :(

Warnings: this is like a fucking porno script okay bye like it’s all smut. Li te rally all of it. Like there’s maybe like 4 paragraphs that don’t include horniness so... yah. Public sex I guess?? Just look at the title.

Summary: Ever since Tenzou was assigned to team Kakashi, he has been dying to get you alone. However, it seems to be quite a difficult task when you’re always running away flusteredly, he is beginning to lose his patience.

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From the moment Tenzou was assigned to Team Kakashi, he could not stop thinking about you; Lady Hokages new assistant.

It was like your flustered face was burnt into the frontal cortex of his brain, numbing his self restraint with every shy smile you gave him. He could never manage to get you alone though, in fact all of your exchanges were just polite and short and in the presence of either Shizune or Tsunade. The hungry beast inside of him constantly lashed out for more. Lord help him, he needed more. But no matter how hard he tried, it seemed the universe refused to give him what he wanted and that beast was always left unsatisfied.

His patience was wearing incredibly thin. It’s been months since the two of you met and the amount of times he’s had to take care of himself because of you was borderline pathetic. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way your skirt clung to your waist, or the way you’d look up at him through your long lashes with those adoring eyes...

His day at the office started with the usual boner. He had barely managed to last five minutes in the building before it happened.

The halls were completely empty, save for you rushing down the passageway — straight towards him. He stood there shocked, his feet felt like they were cement blocks holding him in place as he watched your preoccupied figure practically run straight for him at an alarming pace. There was a paper fisted tightly in your hand as you ran through the empty hall. It was probably some paper Tsunade had you go fetch, Shizune being to busy to do so herself. You didn’t seem to notice him in your state, you got so nervous over the littlest things. So much so that you were blinded by them and the inevitable fate was that you two were most definitely going to crash into eachother and all Yamato could do was wait with a twisted excitement.

You slammed into him with as loud thump. He could feel your breasts pushed right against his chest and your hair brush the bottom of his chin. A gasped slipped from your muffled lips, your face pressed to his chest. Once you realized you had knocked into another person, whose heart was beating 100 miles per hour, you peered up at them. When you recognized Yamatos face you managed to retract your body embarrassedly, but the damage was already done to Yamato’s now tightening pants. A look of surprise was set across his face as he processed the lingering feeling of your body against his, this had to be the most pathetic moment of his life and a record breaker for the worlds fastest boner.

But ss Yamato observer these past few months, your nerves bad blinded you and you didn’t seem to notice. “Y-Yamato! I’m so sorry!!” You said as you avoided eye contact, “I-I’m just.. I’m just a little behind with schedule and I can’t seem to find Shizune to give her this—“ you breathlessly babbled, he wasnt really focusing on any of the words you spoke though. The only thing he was thinking about was how he wanted to make you stutter out his name like that again, the sound was practically tattooing itself onto his brain.

As usual, before Yamato had the chance to respond, the two of you heard a sound from down the hall. He watched as your face perked up, like a puppy at the sound of a squeaky toy. You turned away from him, glad for an opportunity to escape, “That must be her!” And you were off again, shooting down the hall leaving Yamato to stare after your disappearing figure and to deal with an raging hard on..

And here he was now, about a half and hour later, alone in the Hokages office. The boner still prevelant, more than before as the thought of your body pressed against his was superglued to his brain. He was grateful that his pants were loose fitted and made it a little difficult to see, but he honestly didn’t put up much of an effort to hide it anymore. Lady Tsunade has already seen the imprint of his pants grow gradually bigger these past couple of months, there was no use in trying to hide it anymore. He debated if he should just go jack off in the bathroom, it wouldn’t matter if he was a little late, right? Afterall, Tsunade clearly didn’t care about her own tardiness.

The sound of someone’s footsteps approaching caused him to stop his internal debate. Instead, he listened carefully as he try to identify the owner of the sounds — was it Tsunade? No... They were too fragile to be Tsunades, she walked with much more authority.. Shizunes? Not likely. They were too light to be Shizunes, who’s steps were always frantically beating the ground as she chased the Hokage about. No.. These steps were definitely y/n’s and she seemed to be rushing straight for the office.

His heart rate sped up at the thought, straightening against the wall. Was it too good to be true? He silently prayed to see the shy girl appear as he watched the closed door intently. Desperately trying to manifest the sight. The footsteps got closer, and closer, and the door knob began to turn.

“—Lady Hokage!” You screeched breathlessly as you stumbled into the room, a huge stack of papers balanced in one hand as the other whipped the door open. Bingo.

He watched with surprised eyes as the poor assistant begin to nervously babble out an apology for her tardiness. It took a minute for you to collect yourself and realize there was no one to hear your apology. When you did, you let out a sigh of relief at the empty room, clearly failing to notice Yamato behind you. No wonder you were still an assistant in training.. your nerves were worse than Shizunes. He observed indulgently as muscles in your back untensed through your blouse and you sighed in relief, placing the stack of papers on the already cluttered desk. Your skirt rising up just the way he pictured when he thought about you in the late hours in the night, causing a scratching from the hungry beast inside the observing Shinobi.

You quickly thanked the empty room for the salvation of escaping Tsunades wrath, hanged wringing to together with relief. The little display caused Yamato to chuckle quietly, resulting in a startled yelp from the assistant. You stumbled backward, leaning your body against the desk, facing the Shinobi who had been behind you. He noticed how your legs trembled a little, like a baby deer and he couldn’t repress his excited smirk. This is just how he pictured this.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you, y/n.” He said with a sly smile as he straightened up and peeled his body off the wall.

“N-no thats okay!” You managed to yelp out, bowing respectfully to the ninja, your vision lowering with your movement, catching the tent in his pants. Your mouth fell open a little at the sight. You were bent in a bit of an awkward position, your legs were still shaking causing you to rely on your arms leaning on the desk for support. Nonetheless he appreciated the gesture and how you pretended not to see the obvious surprise in his pants as you straightened up again. You were always such a good girl, always so respectful, but he didnt fail to notice your lingering eyes.

Yamato chuckled again at your wandering gaze fueling this dream in his hesd. Yeah, he’s struck gold, that’s for sure. The sight of you all flustered like this, all because of him, it caused another stirring in his pants and a boost to his confidence.

“Do you you know what you do to me, y/n?” He asked in a falsely nonchalant tone. His body carrying him towards the desk, not before making sure to lock the office door.

“What do you mean, Y-Yamato?” You nervously sputtered out, dodging his question as he came closer, like a lion approaching it’s prey. He couldn’t waste anymore time. This whole thing was a sign. It was a damn sign from the universe. Having you here, in this room that he’s fantisized about taking you in so many times, it was a gift. Afterall his waiting, he was finally getting rewarded and had zero intention to take this opportunity for granted.

“Not gonna answer?” he finally reached you, body towering over yours, repeating those same words he thought about saying to you before. Both his arms coming down on the desk, caging your body between them as he whispered, “I guess I’m just going to have to show you then.”

He watched your parted mouth with vigour, waiting for a protest or a sign of objection, but nothing came. Instead he watched the slick of saliva coating your tongue as your open mouth stuttered, attempting to say something, but only mindless splutters coming out. It took everything in him to prevent himself from just devouring you right then and there.

You stared at him with a doe eyed look, his clouded eyes meeting yours to pool into your irises. His bold advances were new to you, you’d never had someone do this to you before. But you werent complaining, you’d always wanted this — wanted him.. but you could never tell him and to see him so eager and hungry for something — for you — had done a wonderful job on soaking your panties.

Your shaking legs were pushed apart by Yamato’s knee, taking the look in your eyes as a sign of permission. You felt your legs giving out as your arms struggled to hold you up. Luckily his hands snaked around your waist and hoisted you up onto the desk. He drank up this innocent little way that you acted and he wanted nothing more than to have your legs shaking under him for an entirely different reason.

You felt your ass pushing the stack of papers you placed down previously, making room for you on the cold wooden table. There was a sound of brief swooshes, papers slipping to the floor as your mouth fell open a little more.

Before you had the chance to manage some some sort of comment about the papers in your shaky little voice, he leaned his head closer to yours and you instantly making you stop your thoughts in their track. You felt his hot breath against your mouth. You tried to say something you really did, but the only thing that came out was a whimper. He chuckled again, his lips brushing against yours as he did so. You wanted this just as bad, didn’t you? Then he wouldn’t want to make his little angel wait. Without further notice, he pressed his lips to yours.

He was much better than you at the kissing part, probably because he dreamed about this on a daily. His tongue swiped over yours eagerly, the sensation made you moan giving him better access to your mouth. Sliding right in, his tongue swirled around yours almost immediately. You immediately gave him dominance, causing him to groan into your mouth with satisfaction. He savoured how you let him drink you in, his fingers roaming about your body as he did so. They started at your waist, one coming down to your thigh while the other moved up to your chest.

After he couldn’t continue without suffocating, he pulled away. A string of salvia connected your mouths together and he brought a hand to his lip to break its connection, watching it fall back against your chin. You were too lost in what had just happened to bother wiping it away, allowing Yamato to mentally take a picture of the sight. He pressed your ass towards the edge closer to him, allowing your core to collide with his bulge. You let out a gasp, hands gripping onto his shoulders for support.

“See what you do to me? Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? You wanna know what I do when I go home everyday after seeing you in these little skirts?” His eyes never leaving yours as he spoke, the look in his eyes was borderline animalistic. “I stroke my dick to the thought of fucking you on this desk.”

Your response was just a jerking of your hips towards his own, what he was implying was too much for you. It was an involuntary action, but you were glad your body had done something other than just stare at him. “I— Y-Yamato... I didn’t know that.”

He scoffed, but it was more of an “of course you wouldn’t know” kind of sound. His hands travelling up your blouse and beginning to undo the buttons one by one. “How could you know? I can never get the chance to tell you how I feel because someone’s always barging in. So let me show you then, let me show you exactly how you make me feel.”

As his actions process, your reaction a little delayed due to all the cloudiness in your head. Your mind was swimming in the heat of his words. Once you managed some coherent thoughts, your hand flew up to his, pausing his work on your shirt. “Wait! W-What if Lady Tsunade hears? What if she comes back? Yamato.. I.. we can’t..” despite your hand atop of his, he swatted it off and resumed unbuttoning your blouse with a snicker.

“Then I guess she can watch, you’ve tortured me for months y/n. There’s no way I’m stopping now. Not when I’ve finally got you to myself.” And the truth is that you didn’t want him to stop either. You’ve wanted him just as much as he was wanted you, your desperation allowing you to stop your worries and let Yamato continue.

He stopped with the buttons once they were about two thirds undone, open enough that he could get a perfect view of your chest. Shoving the blouse down your shoulders, he gave himself a more clear view of your bra and your collarbones. The bra was a simple lace white fabric and he could see your erect nipples peaking out, causing him to practically drool. They’re even prettier than he imagined. He shoved your bra straps downwards, pulling the fabric covering your flesh with it, giving him full access to your now unclothed breasts.

He immediately dipped his head down to kiss and lick the flesh, his brain recording all of your sounds of pleasure. Your arms tightened around the back of his neck, little panting moans escaping your lips at this new feeling. Then he began to suck at one of the buds, his tongue eagerly swirling around it, the gasp that left hear your mouth fueled his assault further. He could your noises becoming muffled, you had bitten your lip to stop yourself from being so loud. He pulled away with a pop to look up at you, “You’re so responsive. So loud for me. I bet you want this just as much as I do, huh?” He could practically feel the heat radiating of your face, you looked like you were going to burst. So much so that you only managed to squeak out a yes.

“Huh? I can’t hear you, y/n. You weren’t that quiet a second ago,” god he was enjoying this, “I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself then.” Those words puzzled you, unsure of what he meant for a moment — but as you felt his hands travel down to your skirt you knew exactly what he intended to do.

His hand bunched up the fabric of your skirt, holding it up to allow him to view of your white panties, matching your bra. He couldn’t help but groan at the sight. “Wow, sweetheart. Were you wearing these in hopes that I’d see them?” He crouched down infront of your legs, one hand still bunching the skirt up while the over came down to stroke your clothed core. “You’re a little angel.”

Shocks of pleasure shot through you as he continued to stroke your clothed pussy. Causing you to grip the edge of the desk. The sensation only became stronger as he pushed your panties aside, dipping a digit slowly into your already soaked core. Yamato let out a sound of approval at just how ready you were for him. “See? I knew you wanted this just as bad as me, y/n.”

You wanted to say something, talk to him the way he was talking to you, but you were such a flushing mess. Finally, after you adjusted a little to his fingers and the pace, you managed to say something through your panting moans. “Yamato please... I want to make you f-feel good too.”

Those words caused his pace to falter for a second, he looked up at you with a satisfied smile before his pace completely stopped. His fingers laying still agaisnt your plush walls while his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. “You want me to feel good too? Oh what a good girl you are. But don’t worry, I’ll feel good soon too. I Just want to make sure you’re ready for me first.”

His eyes returned to your wet core, watching as his fingers pushed in and out of you. He didn’t know when he would get this opportunity again, so he needed to cherish all the future jack off material he could get. You squeaked when he entered his second finger into your core and he moaned lowly as he watched your pussy struggle to take two of his digits. “God you’re so tight, how’re you gonna take my cock?”

“I’ll take it! I promise I can handle it!” You managed to respond as your eyes squeezed shut. Being the shy girl you were you didn’t have much sexual experiences prior to this, but that didn’t mean you didnt have fantasies and right now Yamato was doing a good job at fulfilling them.

“Such a determined girl, so good for me.” He grinned at your responsiveness as his thumb circled your clit, eyes trained on your pussy. He felt you begin to clench around him and he looked up to watch your face build up with the anticipation of a little death.

“Not yet, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum on my cock like good girls do, okay?” You nodded furiously as you began to hold back your impending orgasm. Just when he knew it was too much and you were going to spill over the edge, he stopped, retracing his fingers completely and standing up.

You hated how empty you felt as they retracted, but you knew what was coming next was going to be even better. As Yamato began to fiddle with his pants you took the opportunity to press a kiss to his lips. The gesture was surprising knowing how shy you were, but the kiss was so soft and sweet he forgot about undoing his pants and let his hands roam your body. His hands came up to palm your breasts, causing you to gasp into the kiss. That innocent noise making him lose his restraint again, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He dragged it along your gums, your teeth and then swirled it around your own muscule, it seemed as though he was trying to memorize every ridge and crevice you had.

You pulled away to gasp for some air, and he took a moment to look at your dishevelled appearance. Blouse tugged down, hanging onto your shoulders as your breasts peaked out courtesy of him shoving the fabric down earlier. “I’m gonna fuck you know y/n. And I want to do it with you bent over this desk.” He stepped back, giving you enough space to comply with his wishes. You nodded obediently, eager to please him. Standing once again on your shaking bambi legs, you turned around.

Your wetness was practically slipping down your legs as Yamato hiked up your skirt and pulled your panties down. He bent down to lick a small dribble of your slick that had began to slide down your thigh, his sudden desire to taste you taking over him as he licked further up towards your heat, savouring every taste his buds could collect. Greedily he starting to lap at your soaking core, faster and faster his restraint failing him miserably as those heavenly sighs left your lips.

There was just so many things he wanted to do to you. He wanted to do every fuckable thing to your pretty body, but he simply didn’t have the time. Reluctantly pulling away his tongue — a whine escaping your lips as he did so — he stood back up again. “You’re making me get carried away here, y/n.” He scolded teasingly before straightening himself up and fussing with unzipping his pants.

You were practically shaking with excitement as you heart the sound of the zipper giving way and the gentle whisp as the fabric falling to his knees. Listening intently to the sound of his boxers slipping down his thighs next, you let out an excited noise feeling his cock slap against your ass.

“So excited aren’t you? So eager for my cock. Gosh, I bet your play with yourself at night to the thought of me having my way with you.” He slides in unexpectedly as he finishes his thought, causing your hands so slip against the table. You lose your balance, arms stretching against the desk, back arching allowing even more of his dick to sink deeper into your tight pussy.

“Gosh you fit just right.” He groaned, letting himself completely sink inside you, the sight of your new position made his mouth water. Your tits were pressed against the desk as you arms splayed you out infront of him. His cock twitched at the sight, he didn’t want to cum too fast, but this was just too much.

He began with slow eager strokes, absolutely drunk on the noises you were making and just how warm and welcoming your pussy was for him. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him stretching you out like this.

Suddenly, he became very curious about something. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, the angle of this position giving him wonderful access to your sweet spot and he made sure to hit it every stroke. “What do you use when you think about me?” You a manged so slide your head against the table to look at him, cheek burning as you did so. There was a little bit of saliva that was beginning to pool out of mouth and when Yamato saw your sinful face he only became more violent in his pace and that only made you make even more sinful faces.

“What do you fuck yourself with when you think about me?” He repeated again, adding a much more aggressive thrust to the end of his sentence, showing he wanted you to answer it. The thrust caused your tits to drag further on the desk making a squeaking sound, only to be retracted once again as Yamato dragged your ass back onto his cock.

How could he expect you to respond when he was practically making you see stars? “I..” you said some incoherent words and Yamato slowed his pace down just enough for you to get your head back on.

“Come on sweetheart, I need to hear you say it. Tell me, tell Yamato.” When you still couldn’t answer his pace practically stopped. He made the slowest thrusts possible, each one managing to hit that heavenly spot inside you.

It’s like he was making it difficult on purpose. “F-fingers! I use my fingers.” You managed to finally stutter out, tears sprinting against your eyes.

That answer must have satisfied him a little because his pace began to quicken somewhat. “And what do you think about when your fingers are fucking your cunt? What do you think of me doing to you?”

“This!” You didn’t even have to think about the answer. This was exactly what you would think of, what you would daydream of as he stood on the office reporting to lady Tsunade..

Now that answer was definitely the right one and before you knew it he was pushing into you again at a rapid pace. “Ngh, that’s right. I knew your mind was wandering everytime we‘re in the same room. Your much dirtier than you’ve lead on, such a naughty girl.”

You couldn’t respond, the only sounds you managed to make were moans of pleasure as you felt yourself clenching more and more around his cock. “Oh you’re gonna cum now aren’t you? All over my dick, just like in your dreams.” His words fueling your orgasm as he felt you spasm around, him cumming all over his dick. He watched as your cum seeped out a little between his thrusts. Studying your face he memor the way it was pressed into the desk, your mouth open and your tongue peeking out, a thin film of drool puddled around your quivering mouth as he continued to fuck you through your high.

After a few more thrusts Yamato knew he couldn’t hold back his orgasm anymore. Your numb brain could somewhat piece it together too as you felt his cock twitching inside you. You’d both thought about this moment many times before and the one thought that always set you over the edge the fastest was when he let himself spill inside you.

“Yamato,” you mumbled hazily as you seen his own contemplation through foggy eyes. His pace was getting sloppy. “Can you cum inside me, p-please?”

As soon as he processed what you asked him, he came right into your sore little cunt. It took a surprising amount of strength for the shinobi to keep standing upright and holding your hips to his own at the pure bliss of his high. Holy fuck, that was so much better than anything he’d imagined.

The two of you stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to collect yourselves. As he began to pull his dick out of you the mixture of both your orgasms dripped out from your legs. He turned you around so you were laying on your back as he gingerly cleaned you up, lacking the resources to clean you up properly he settled on the tissues on Tsunades desk. Then he moved to pick up the fallen papers, letting you lay on the desk like a little doll until you were finally back from your high.

You were so fucked out that he had to help pull your panties back up for you, as well as adjust your bra and rebutton your blouse after he finished with the stack of papers.

Had he been too rough? You seemed like you were enjoying it when he was ramming into you, maybe he let himself indulge a little too much...

Your sweet little voice broke him out of his thoughts, “Yamato, would you help me go home please?” He watched your trembling little legs as you tried to stand, he was glad his wish from earlier had come true; your legs were wobbling for a different reason now.

“Of course, y/n. You were such a good girl, you did so well.” He pressed a kiss to your lips before wrapping in arm around your waist and guiding you out of the room. “What’re you gonna tell Tsunade now that you’re leaving early?”

You smirked to yourself, Yamato not noticing as he unlocked the Hokages door with his free hand. “We won’t have to worry about that.” Unbeknownst to the man holding you, you had grown impatient with your lack of alone time with Yamato too.

So lady Tsunades absence and everyone else’s for that matter, well.. that wasn’t some gift from the universe, it was an elaborate plan you had made yourself. You’d kept them all busy so you could finally have some time with Yamato. Turns out you were so much naughtier than anyone at the office could have thought thought.

#naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #yamato x reader #yamato headcanons #captain yamato

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years

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My Bounce A Coin Bingo card has a square for Immortals/Gods. There were so many plans and ideas for it (Old Guard AU was one of them). But sometimes the brain wants something else. Such as Jaskier unironically calling Vesemir ‘Baby’. So, using those infamous words, here we are.

All along, Geralt had known there was something not quite right about Jaskier. He flitted through the world with a naive wonder of sorts. Though that wasn’t quite right because as innocent as Jaskier could seem at times, he was also quick to anger and vicious. Geralt had dragged him away from enough brawls to know better. Even worse, each time he did it, Jaskier always thanked him.

“Thank you sweet pea” or “Dollface, you’re my hero” or, the worst “You’re such a wonderful pup”. They were all so diminutive and Geralt had no idea what to make of it. Jaskier was barely an adult by human standards, in Witcher terms he was basically a babe. As the years passed, Jaskier didn’t change much. He still blindly followed Geralt around, huffed and grumbled about how Witchers were treated. For some wild reason, he had made it his life mission to change humanity’s views. Not that Geralt thought he would succeed but that didn’t stop him from trying all the same. Starting with that stupid, catchy song.

“I think it’s about time I saw where you hole up each winter,” Jaskier announced one autumn. “And meet your fellow Witchers too.”

If anyone else spoke like that to Geralt, he would have left them in the dust. It was as close to parental that anyone ever got with him. Despite his bristling, he relented.

“This has changed so much since I was last in the region,” Jaskier said as they approached the mountains. To Geralt it didn’t look any different when compared to the last 3 or 4 decades. Though, when things got to his age, things did tend to blend into one and memories got a little fuzzier. Maybe he just hadn’t noticed more subtle shifts over time.

At Kaer Morhen Jaskier greeted Eskel with a hug, taking the witcher off guard. Lambert was a little more wily and sidestepped the arm while Aiden laughed behind him.

“Oh! Such diversity,” Jaskier cooed which made zero sense. “I thought it was just Wolves. It’s a struggle to remember. But I’m so excited that they found a way to expand on the gift.”

Lambert grumbled about it being a curse more than a gift but Aiden smacked him in the arm to shut him up. Not that it did much to distract Jaskier and he looked about to ask when Vesemir walked into the entrance hall.

“Baby!” Jaskier all but flung himself at the oldest Witcher. “You’re all grown up!”

Which was just disturbing to hear.

“You back again?” Vesemir asked, patting Jaskier on the back. “You said you’re going out to pick something up. That was almost 300 years ago.”

“Was it really?” Jaskier was wide eyed, a hand covering his mouth with a gasp. “I lost track. But what do you think of my current body?”

Arms out, he turned his back to Vesemir, showing off, striking a few poses.

“Geralt,” Eskel murmured from the corner of his mouth, “what the fuck?”

If only Geralt knew. He was as lost as the others and watching with wary confusion. The worst part was, Vesemir didn’t look all that surprised.

“You always knew how to pick a good one,” he was saying. “Though I got to say, your previous one held more appeal.”

Jaskier’s sly “you fox” was laughed off. “Look, boobs are great and all but I now have a prostate and that is so much more fun.”

Lambert and Aiden side eyed Geralt with a knowing look while Eskel stared at him openly. Resolutely, Geralt kept his eyes to the front.

“Dude,” Lambert whispered to Aiden, “I think Vesemir fucked Geralt’s boyfriend.”

“Oh come now, it was a different time and different body. Humans get so hung up on the body thing.”

Which was true, Geralt was very much hung up on the body thing. He could do with an explanation and why his bard was talking like he had a different body and knew Vesemir come 300 years back. His very human and very male bard.

There wasn’t a chance to quite ask. They were all herded into the dining hall where Jaskier settled next to Vesemir, sounding like he was catching up with an old friend. It was all going quite well until the incredulous “they what now?!” that Jaskier shrieked.

“They lost a page. Cobbled something together but it was excruciating,” Vesemir replied. “And lost meaning too. No longer guardians as promised but exterminators.”

It was the first time Geralt had seen Jaskier look livid and it genuinely scared him. Even the others looked a little uncomfortable as dark eyes moved over them.

“I thought things were a little skew-whiff but I’ve been fixing that. I should have stayed longer last time rather than just stick my head in for a winter.”

Finally, Eskel had enough. “I’m sorry, what the hell is going on?”

What followed was a truly typical Jaskier story, involving a lot of detours, reminiscing about food he once ate or a lover he left behind through some creative means. But the general gist of it seemed to be that Jaskier was some sort of god.

“Only a minor one, mind you. But I’m still bigger than Valdo.”

“Wait, Valdo Marx. Your arch nemesis. He’s a god?” Geralt couldn’t quite get over it.

“He’s claimed ‘quality music’ as his domain. Sucks to be him because I’ve adopted ‘popular music’ and I am way more worshipped than he is. But aside from that, I’m also kind of a guardian to humanity. Like witchers were meant to be friends of humanity. I showed a group how to nurture and bring you into power. Would have thought there would be more of you.”

Except Lambert only heard that Jaskier was the one responsible for Witchers and he snarled. Not even Aiden tried to hold him back. For his part, Jaskier allowed himself to be tackled to the ground and have a dagger held to his throat.

“When you’re quite done,” he said, sounding bored.

It was Vesemir’s sharp bark of ‘Lambert’ that broke the moment. Gruffly, Lambert stepped back but he was still seething about Jaskier being a fucking sadist. When Vesemir quietly described how Witchers were made, Jaskier looked horrified and he looked at all the witchers at the table one by one.

“You all went through these horrors? My sweetlings, I am so sorry. That was never my intention.”

There wasn’t much Jaskier could do to change the past. But he could change the future.

“You were all made to help me guard humanity. You were meant to be cherished, born of love and treasured. I made you to be my equals, my friends. It seems that while waiting for you to mature, I have made some mistakes. Forgive me.”

If Geralt had thought Jaskier was dedicated to following him around and protecting him before, it was nothing to how he was when they left Kaer Morhen. Within a year, Jaskier was turned the tides and things got a little easier.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #vesemir #lambert #eskel #aiden #god jaskier #tldr: jaskier created witchers

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cherriesink · 3 years

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Maeda Yoshinobu - Murmurs

Murmurs are snippets of character reflection earned by increasing Explore Points during Exploration. They usually include 6-7 monologues about other characters and 3-4 monologues about things important to the specific character.

These lines are taken straight from the English translation of the game, so fair warning of bad grammar.

About Yatsufusa “It looks like Yatsufusa won’t join Code Zero no matter what... If I remember correctly, “Yuuki” is the last name of the gentry in the navy. Is he related to them?

He held a strong aversion towards to the military. He also isn’t suited for the military. Although, differently than Kurusu. He rejects the military under his own strong belief.

...Well, he won’t become a threat to us. It’s unthinkable that he will become a suspect in a special case at least while he’s living like a decent human being at Tenman-ya.

Never did I imagine that I will be running a top-secret vampire unit when I signed up to become a soldier... But look at me now, going back and forth between humans and vampires. I don’t want to accept it, however- I’m not much different than Yatsufusa in that sense. I’m neither a human nor a demon myself...”

About Kurusu “Shutaro Kurusu- the strongest vampire in Japan ranking in A-Class. But why did such power go to a rookie like him above all people... It gives me a headache just thinking about it. Even if he’s physically A-Class, he’s useless in battles if his heart and soul are unranked.

On top of that, he shows sympathy for both vampires and humans. How did such a spineless one make it into the army in the first place... Sheesh. Our hearts and soul are the only things we cannot train to get better at... Perhaps it’s what we call a quirk of fate.

Even so, I must build up the unit for Code Zero to function. Especially Kurusu. Practice makes perfect- I must teach him how to move before thinking anything. I’ll teach him how to become a proper soldier that slays a vampire with his reflex.

First and foremost, I must change the way he talks... What in the world did the army teach him? He’s no different from a civilian on the streets...”

About Yamagami “That fool, Yamagami and I graduated the same year from the military academy. He is incompetent as a soldier. He wasn’t as smart as me but he wasn’t bad either. That is why he was assigned as the military attaché to the Embassy of Japan in London. He was posted in Great Britain as a military diplomat... His assignment was to look into the highly confidental information of Britain’s special unit. So how did it end up being “Many go out for woll and come home shorn”?

That fool! How can he be so foolish, turning himself into a vampire?! And an unranked one... Even I can beat him. But like they say, “Fire and water make good servants but bad masters,” he can detect vampires that are stronger than him- in other words, every vampire that’s hiding in Japan because he’s unranked. He is the eyes of Code Zero so to speak.

...But did you really have to become a vampire yourself? You fool...”

About Takeuchi “Takeuchi is indispensable for Code Zero. Vampires are full of weaknesses. And Japan does not have that many vampires compared to other countries. Kurusu is the only A-Class. The the rest are C, D, or unranked...

We will fall behind foreign countries on special missions at this rate. That is why Takeuchi’s inventions are crucial to cover up our weaknesses so we can equally compete with western ones. Some weapons are ready to be used in an actual battle.

...But I’ve heard rumors that he’s selling his inventions in department stores since he has been whining about the recent budget cuts... Apparently, the sunscreen for vampires are popular amongst women and bringing him loads of money... It’s a military secret for god’s sake.

What in the world is he thinking...?”

About Suwa “It is impossible to understand what Suwa is thinking. It’s nearly impossible to control a vampire that’s been living since the Azuchi-Momoyama period. He can’t even control himself because he’ll lose himself the second he smells human blood. Therefore- the deodorize mask is a necessity for him.

I’m sure the only ones who’ve killed a human being in Zero are Suwa and myself. He was a stray vampire for a long period of time. Therefore, dangerous. He is a bare sword. The only element that allows me to control him is his loathe against vampires. Apparently, he hunted vampires as a hobby before joining Code Zero and was feared by other vampires.

In any case, I shouldn’t have to worry about him as long as he has blood, the deodorize mask- and a target to hunt for.

...If he ever becomes a threat against mankind, I will have Kurusu take care of him. I must train Kurusu hard enough until that day though...”

About Defrott “Honestly- I want Defrott on our team. There is nothing more reassuring than having an S-Class vampire in Code Zero. However... sadly, that is impossible. Since he is only interested in plays and nothing else. His pride as an S-Class vampire will not allow let alone being used by the military.

On the other hand, he does not attack people. We cannot beat him either, even if we use all our resources. There’s no other way but to keep a certain distance from him.

That’s where Yatsufusa comes in. Because it seems that Defrott likes his company. I don’t quite get them but Yatsufusa is essential in order for us to keep a good relationship with Defrott. Either way, I’ll let him be for the time being.

...Wasn’t Suwa into plays too? Perhaps I can make Suwa go undercover. It’s combining pleasure and profit for him.”

About Tenman-ya “Tenman-ya deals with vampires for a different purpose as Code Zero. It’s surprising that they’ve been protecting vampires since the Edo period- long before Code Zero was established. And the owner being human. Shinnosuke doesn’t know the exact history of the shop either but he is the 13th proprietor.

Honestly, it is no ideal that another organization has the same amount of information as us- if not even more than Code Zero.

However, I must acknowledge that they are the reason why the vampires living in the Imperial City are quiet. We do no need to make waves if vampires are buying blood in exchange for their labor.

That manager- Ishikawa was it? He makes me curious but we should keep our relationship as is since he shares information with Code Zero while supporting Shinnosuke.”

About Code Zero “Like they say, “Only God knows what will happen,” who would’ve imagined that there are vampires in this world. I was living as an earnest soldier and now I’m in the middle of a war with vampires.

It’s as if I’m in one of those nursery tales. I never understood the story of “Momotaro” even as a child. Because if I was going to fight the ogre, I will never choose to take the dogs, monkeys, or pheasants with me as a fellow companion. They’re useless.

However, my fellow companions turned out to be... Yamagami, an unranked vampire, Suwa, an irrational one, Takeuchi, a science geek, and Kurusu that refuses to fight. Suddenly, Momotaro has better companions than me.

...Either way, I must go fight the demon with these subordinates of mine. What a pathetic Momotaro I am...”

About the Right Arm “I amputated my right arm because I got bitten by a vampire... If I didn’t act with my impulse, I would’ve probably been long gone by now. Or be sleeping in one of the coffins that Takeuchi invented.

It was inconvenient at first, but this prosthetic arm isn’t so bad anymore. It can act as a shield against a vampire’s fangs and a weapon if I swing it around. Being able to fight with one arm is actually an advantage when putting it into practice.

The only problem is that my heart suffered serious damage when I lost so much blood from amputating my own arm. Either way, I would’ve died if I hadn’t cut it off on the spot. I should be glad that I was able to extend my life. Other than that, I just have difficulty driving...

I just remembered that I punched a vampire so hard the other day. I have to get Takeuchi to fix my arm. I should have him reinforce it even if that means a few extra kilograms.”

About Vampires “I’ve never even heard of vampires when I lived in my hometown of Saga. People went missing sometimes. Was it a vampire’s doing now that I think about it?

I’m sure I’ll get mocked by myself if I tell myself from just a few years ago what I’m doing right now. Nobody signs up to join the military thinking that they’ll become... a colonel of a special unit for vampires.

I’m glad I trained hard in swordsmanship to the point where it hardened my hands. Bullets are useless with vampires. Even if it hits, it won’t cause much damage. They’re easy to read because they all do the same move. They come up to you and try to bite you on the neck. That’s when they slow down for a split second. The most efficient way to kill them is to slice them at that moment.

...All this knowledge that I have is only useful against vampires. Even if I told anyone, they’ll laugh at me for sure.

Oh well. You never know what happens in life.”

#mars red #maeda yoshinobu

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years

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Poke it (Poe Dameron x reader)

What is this? #9 of 14 prompt requests for my now semi-distant 500 follower celebration (sorry that they’re taking me an age to complete)!

Prompt / summary: “Let’s poke it with a stick” + “Do NOT poke it!” + “Let’s be honest. This isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing”

(That 3rd line! I adore Pepperony and I wish I had a comprehensive list of the worst things Pepper caught Tony doing!)

Author’s note: This is just a quick one- hope it hangs together ok. The title is shitty, I’m sorry.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mild sex references and content; references to nudity.

GIF credit: the fabulous @hupperts !

You stir awake in the interior of the cave as a precise whisper cuts through the relative darkness.

“Let’s poke it with a stick!”

Blearly eyed and still half-asleep, you try to shrug off the layers of sleep. All you can establish, at first, is that you’re surrounded by warmth. By blankets. By warm skin. Then a familiar scent wraps around you, explaining the embrace you’re held in. Poe. You’re surrounded by Poe, snoring lightly beside you.

Then, a second harsh whisper slices through the cave, and you register a flashlight beam trailing over the interior, unsure footsteps scraping along the floor.

“I’m gonna poke it.”

“Do NOT poke it, Rose! It’s probably just a rock.”

“You don’t believe that, Finn, or you wouldn’t mind me poking it. Besides, it was moving around! I heard it growl!”

Evidently, your rescue committe has arrived. “Hello?” you venture into the dimly lit cave. At that, Finn and Rose startle, seemingly colliding with one another and letting out a sharp shriek.They’re not very subtle.

Poe finally shifts awake beneath the blankets, at which point, upon observing the stirring, blanketed shape, Rose yells “AHHH! Kill it! Kill it! For kriff’s sake kill it!!”

“Don’t kill it! Rose! It’s us! It’s just us!” You exclaim, and a flashlight beam finds its way directly into your face. Groggily, you raise an arm to shield your eyes. You offer them a lopsided smile. “Major (L/N), accounted for and present.” Wait, is Finn hiding behind Rose?

Upon realising the mysterious shape is you and not some carniverous, cave-dwelling monster, Finn strides forward and you can just about make out relief washing over his features. “Poe?” he enquires, needing to know immediately that the Commander is also accounted for.

“I’m here, buddy.”, a gravelly, sleep ridden voice announces from behind you. Slinging a hand over your hips and giving you a reassuring and private squeeze beneath the blankets, Poe props himself up on his elbow and squints into the light as the beam now washes over his stubbled face and mussed, inky curls.

“Thank kriff.” Rose starts, finally reassured and continuing the onslaught with the flashlight as she too paces towards you.

“Rose.” you warn. “Rose.”

She doesn’t heed you and, full of relief that the moving, growling shape was simply the two of you sleeping, she makes her way even closer. “What on earth happened to you two after the crash? We...” But then she comes closer than she would like. “Oh, Maker, my eyes!” she yells, the flashlight beam skimming over the underwear and clothing you have both strewn over the floor. Skimming over Poe’s shirtless form snuggled into yours.

Poe dips his head towards you while Rose swings her flashlight wildly around, providing a momentary distraction. “Oops.” he breathes, with zero genuine regret, before planting a quick kiss to the sweet spot on your neck that he learned all about lastnight. Your body hums with delight.

Finn’s beam follows the path of Rose’s next. “Maker! Are you two naked?!” Did you have...? No. Wait. I don’t even need to ask, do I? You had sex in a cave. You did. I know it.”

“Finn!” you scold, although he’s not wrong, and you tug the blanket firmly up to your armpits to avoid any unintended slips, as if you might be able to salvage some dignity after all.

“We didn’t think anyone was coming for us, buddy. We may have got in touch with our feelings, some.” Poe defends, his voice momentarily hollowed out with the memory of exactly how stranded you’d believed you were. About the declarations which followed. “Besides, Let’s be honest, Finn. This isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing. Not by far!”

Finn sighs. “Whatever, just get dressed and meet us over by the entrance. You got your own light?”

“We got our own light.” Poe confirms.

“And (Y/N)?” Rose calls gleefully as she and Finn head out, “Hurry up, so you can tell me absolutely everything there is to know about this hook-up.”

“Rose!” Poe scolds, in a thin attempt at his Commander-ly voice.

The duo leave and Poe shields your eyes with his palm as he powers up the portable light. You swivel beneath the blanket to face him with a tentative smile, the memory of last night still fresh on your skin, on your lips, on your heart.

“Looks like we’re not going to die after all, honey.” He trails his fingertips lazily over your bare back. If you’re not mistaken, he takes a deep, steadying breath before speaking his next words. “Before we’re very unalone: any regrets about last night....?”

Your response is easy, certain. “I regret nothing.”

He can’t hold back the smile upon hearing your words, but he does make some attempt to tame it with a lip bite. He dips to press a soft, affectionate kiss to your lips and looks at you like he can’t believe his luck.

“How about you?” you ask apprehensively. “Any regrets?”

“I only regret that I didn’t have sex with you in a cave a helluva lot sooner.”

“Figures.” you nod, delivering him a warm smile and returning his kiss, momentarily letting it deepen.

“Come on then, Screamer, let’s get dressed and back to base so I can undress you again. Sound good?”

Oh oh. You hope that nickname doesn’t stick. You’d be more embarrassed, but he’d certainly seemed to enjoy how vocal you were last night.

“Yep. That’s emphatically fine by me.” You pick through the mess to find your clothes, tugging them on hurriedly and packing up the few supplies you had remaining. Once everything is gathered and you’re both decent you begin your trudge through the winding tunnels.

“Wait a minute, though...” you pause as you pick your way out through the dark and towards the cave’s mouth. Poe’s hand is on your waist. In fact, he’s barely stopped touching you since he finally realised that you wanted him to touch you. “I gotta ask. What was the worst thing Finn’s caught you doing?”

Poe stops in his tracks for a moment, his hand still warm and reassuring on the small of your back. “I forget... D’sn’t matter though, you’re by far the best thing he’s caught me doing. Let’s dwell on that. ‘Kay?”

“Technically, he didn’t catch you doing me.” you clarify, for the record.

“A few minutes later and he would have.” Poe smirks, and his face remains mischievous as you enter the light of day.

Rose is waiting keenly for you to emerge and greets you both with open-armed hugs and easy smiles. You both hold your arms out to Finn, expecting the same. “Nah, bro, I’ll get you later. I know where you two have been.”

You walk together towards the ship, and you allow yourself a sigh of relief. It had been touch and go there for a while. Then, before Rose can siphon you off for much needed gossip, you turn to Poe. “You’re the best thing I’ve been caught doing too, you know.”

His expression turns smug. “I could tell, sweetheart.”

“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

He ignores your comment and continues with his self-satisfied train of thought. “Which is wild, because I haven’t even shown you mosta my moves yet.”

You filter on to the rescue vessel, greeting the pilot with gratitude and taking a seat with Poe, Rose, and Finn further down in the cabin.

If you’re honest, as relieved as you are to see your friends, you’re a little distracted wondering what other “moves” Poe might have to offer. Apparently, your lusty looks aren’t lost on your fellow Rebels, either. “Oh, for Maker’s sake, you two.” Rose starts. “Go. Get out of my sight. I’ll cover for you.” You and Poe exchange a glance, and Poe offers you a suggestive eyebrow, the gesture forming a perfectly phrased, unspoken question. He grabs your hand eagerly as your eyes shine in response.

“Thanks, Rose.” he calls, practically yanking your arm out of its socket with enthusiasm and he leads you towards an adjacent door.

“Just don’t touch anything!” she emphasises.

“And don’t let me catch you.” Finn promptly adds a condition. “And never tell me what happened in there.”

You throw a sidelong, helpless look back at Rose as Poe marches you away. “Tell me everything.” She mouths at you before you’re carried off. You give her a wink and turn towards Poe who leads you surreptitiously through another door and into an unused cargo store. His face splits into a grin. “And try not to scream.” He adds as he hikes you up on to the table.

“Oh, Maker. What have I let myself in for with you?” you chide fondly. However, as soon as you feel his touch on you, simultaneously loving and sinful, you recall; you regret nothing. Plus, this man’s not wrong. He has moves. Maker, the way his fingers are-

-Poe’s palm clamps over your mouth just before a loud moan spills from you. “Do you think you can keep quiet for me, honey?”

Nope. No regrets. You couldn’t unearth a single one if you tried. In fact, this might just be the best thing to have happened in a long while.

THE END

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honeys-fiction · 4 years

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I just saw the mermay event and read the rules to make sure this is okay so— would you please do a mermaid Hawks and a pirate reader with yandere prompt 1 from the second of the yandere prompts? Please and thank you! Have a good day/night! —:3

I wasn’t sure if you wanted hawks to be the yandere or reader, so I just went with what was most comfortable with. Hope you like it!

-Honey

Warnings: Yandere themes, slight hints of drowning

Mermay: Yandere Mermaid Hawks x Pirate Reader Prompt 2 #1

“Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.”

The ocean beat against the hull of your ship relentlessly. You and your fellow crew struggled both on deck and below to keep your ship from sinking. Already you’ve helped to plug several holes in the ship; but no matter how fast you work, more holes just keep appearing.

Your boots slipped on the deck with another lurch of the ship, sending you crashing into the gunwale. With a firm grip on the wood you hauled yourself upright and continued to your post.

“Captain!” You heard the first mate cry. “We’re going to sink at this rate, we have to turn back!” Your captain continued to hold the helm firmly in place, shouting, “No! We’ll continue! We’ll lose the rest of the fleet at this rate!”

Your crew was a part of a large fleet of pirates that went sea to sea looting and pilfering what they could get their dirty paws on. While you didn’t necessarily agree, it was a better life than what you had before; and certainly paid more.

“Where did this storm even come from?!” The first mate stumbled past you, heading up to the captain.

“Who gives a shit. We can’t let ourselves fall behind!”

Another large lurch had your gaze falling to the abyssal black waves beneath you. One wrong move could send you tumbling into the frozen depths, doomed to drown amidst the storm. In that brief moment, you could have sworn you saw a sudden flash of color. It was almost as if a fire had sparked under the roaring waters.

You hurried to tug the riggings to the sails back into place. None of your fellow sailors had caught sight of your plight, too focused trying to stay aboard.

“Brace!” Your captain called suddenly.

A massive wave hit the side of the ship. Salt water clogged your senses, blurring your vision. The impact caused you to loosen your hold on the ropes. Next thing you knew, you were sucked over the side of the ship and into the ocean.

If the water hadn’t shocked you before, falling headfirst into the sea sure did. The sudden below-zero assault on your body had your muscles seizing and body frozen. All you could do was watch the surface drift farther from you as you sunk, vision slowly going black as your body struggled to hold your breath. The last thing you saw was a strange silhouette entering your peripheral.

Slowly, you felt feeling return to you. The first thing you registered was the strange, cold feeling that enveloped your body. It was almost as if you were floating through the sky, beyond the reach of gravity. Next was the rough texture that held both of your wrists behind you. From what your drowsy mind could tell, iron cuffs kept your wrists drifting behind you, most likely chained to a wall. Finally, you managed to get your eyes open.

What you saw nearly sent you back into shock. You were in a cell of sorts, one that had bars that seemed to be made from the rough husk of coral. The walls were a much smoother texture, probably sandstone from the color.

You were definitely underwater. Your hair fanned around your head, getting in your eyes and caressing your face. You found yourself unconsciously holding whatever breath was left in your lungs, tugging at your restraints as you struggled to find a way to the surface.

Your face began to feel hot, the lack of oxygen no doubt turning your face red. A violent cough ripped its way out of your chest, no longer able to hold your final breath. But as you watched the bubbles of air rise to the ceiling, and eventually disperse into the surrounding water, you realized you could somehow breathe.

From outside your cell, you heard someone laugh. It was gentle and mirthful, a sound you assumed you’d hear from angels if you somehow ended up at the gates of heaven.

“That was really cute, dove,” The voice, undoubtedly male, chuckled. “You humans always have the cutest reactions.”

You turned your attention to the coral bars. A man with gorgeous blond hair and beautiful golden eyes floated in front of your cell. He clutched a small satchel in one of his hands. With his divine features, you were almost certain that you did make it into heaven. But what brought you back to reality was the stunning crimson tail that took the place of his legs. The crimson scales shined like rubies in the light. His fins were decorated with gold fittings and jewelry, meaning that whoever he was, he was important.

Mermaids were known to exist in your world, but they rarely made themselves seen. They were more concerned with their own affairs with the other sea-people and sea creatures in their own world. Humans must’ve really done something to piss them off for you to be taken instead of left to drown.

He leaned himself on the rugged coral, eyeing your form with interest. “You know, you should thank me. I was the one who saved your life.”

“Who are you? Why am I here?” He pouted at your questions, tail flicking out behind him. Still, he rose upright.

“I am Prince Keigo Takami, but most people call me Hawks.” Oh, you were in deep shit. You heard the name Hawks on your travels. He was the Prince to one of the largest and most powerful kingdoms under the sea. One that had been more aggressive with sailors traveling in their waters.

“As for why you’re here, I was interested in what you could do for me,” he insinuated. With a wave of his hand, the coral began to shift, allowing him to pass through. He swam through the water with effortless regality, closing the distance between the two of you with a few flicks of his ruby tail. The closer he got, the better you could comprehend the size difference between the two of you. He was much larger than yours, his hand could easily wrap itself around your neck and break it like a twig. He circled your floating form, fiddling with the collar of your linen shirt.

“W-what do you want from me?” You couldn’t prevent the waver in your voice even if you tried. If he didn’t intimidate you before, he sure did now.

“Aw,” Hawks purred into your ear. “No need to be scared, darling. I just have a few questions for you. If you answer them nicely, then I won’t be forced to resort to more- well, forceful, measures.”

His tail curled around your smaller frame as he rested his head near your ear, hands holding your shoulders in place. You could feel the sharpness of his nails through your shirt, as well as the hidden promise that they’d rip you to shreds if you didn’t comply.

You nodded solemnly. If you had any chance of getting back to the surface, it was through compliance.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Now, I know your ship is a part of that damned fleet that’s been going around stealing whatever you could get your grubby little hands on. So, what was your next target? Where were you planning on heading next?”

Your mouth sealed itself shut with a sudden burst of courage. You’d be damned if you sold your captain’s plans out to the creature that’s was probably going to murder them first chance he gets. Your crew and the fleet had come so far since you joined them. Sure you all had to do terrible things to get where you are now, but you’d be nothing without them!

“Come on now, little one,” sharp nails closed around the skin of your throat, drawing themselves across lightly. “I thought we had a deal? You said you’d cooperate with me.”

The water churned harshly as he thrust himself in front of you with intimidating swiftness. His hand moved up to grip your chin roughly, forcing you to gaze into his eyes.

“Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.”

You whimpered as his grip tightened, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had bruises by the end of this.

“We w-were headed west, towards the Shrouded Isles,” you gasped. Your pain only increased.

“Oh, really?” He leaned in close, hardened gaze never leaving yours. “I can tell if you’re lying, you know.” “I’m telling the truth, I promise! Let me go!” You thrashed against his brutal hold, nearly crying in relief when he relented.

“See?” He murmured smoothly, brushing your hair away and petting your head. “Was that so hard? I didn’t want to hurt you, but you left me no choice. That’s all I wanted to know.”

You waited for him to turn and leave, but he stayed; gazing at you with strange, adoring eyes. “What are you going to do with me…?”

“Oh, don’t worry, angel.” He beamed down at you, holding your face gently between his large palms. “You’ll be safe down here, I promise.”

“What?!” You blurted. “You can’t keep me down here!”

He merely laughed, as if everything you did was funny to him. “Oh no baby! You’ll be able to leave the cell and stay with me eventually. You just need to… adjust.”

“No! I don’t belong in the sea, I’m human!” Despite your protests, his tail curled around your frame once more as he held you tenderly to his chest.

“Not for long, love. You never belonged up there, your true purpose is down here, with me.”

Even under water, you could feel the tears burn your eyes as you began to weep. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Truth is, I’ve been following your vessel for awhile now. My old man’s been getting on my case about finding a suitable mate; you know how it is, royal business.” He reached for the small satchel he carried in. “When I saw you, and how you interacted with those ruffians, I knew you were perfect.” He produced a strange glowing blue vial from the pouch, popping it open.

“Now, the transformation is going to be rough at first, but I’ll be by your side the whole way.”

“No!” You fought against his iron grip. “I don’t want this, you can’t do this to me!”

“Shshsh it’s okay dear!” He shushed you, drawing the vial to his lips. “I already gave you the first portion earlier anyways, couldn't have you drowning on me.”

“Now, hold still, this might burn a little!”

You saw him cut into his lip with his canines, drawing blood into his mouth. He downed the concoction before moving his lips to your own. With a harsh grip on your jaw, he forced you to take the mixture into your mouth and down your throat with soothing rubs to your neck.

It ran a burning trail down your esophagus, like you swallowed boiling salt water. Your vision began to darken as you screamed into his palm. Your vision went black, with those striking golden eyes stealing the last of your consciousness.

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The Price of a Soul

Part 1/? - Agent Russel Part 2/? - The Letter Part 3/? - Miss Lake Part 4/? - The Stewardess Part 5/? - An Assassination Part 6/? - Fallout Part 7/? - Face to Face Part 8/? - Deals, Details, and Other Devils Part 9/? - Baggage Part 10/? - Private Funding

Howard, of course, is all for this plan.

Howard Stark’s hours were unpredictable at best. Sometimes he was awake for days on end working on a pet project, running on coffee, cigarettes, and whiskey until he simply ran out of steam and collapsed. Sometimes he’d been overseas for too long and had not yet reset his internal clock, so that he was up all night and slept all day. Sometimes he napped in strange places like a lazy cat. Peggy had no idea what to expect when she rang his bell in the morning.

The first thing she heard was the barking, followed by a yelp from Mr. Jarvis and a cry of, “Anna! Would you please contain this beast?” Some scuffling and more barking followed, and then the door opened. Whatever had just happened, it didn’t stop Mr. Jarvis from looking as tidy and composed as ever when he opened the door.

“Agent Carter, good morning,” he said cheerfully. “What can we do for you today?”

Behind him, Anna Jarvis was kneeling on the floor in her dressing gown, cooing Hungarian endearments to the animal Peggy assumed was called a ‘Bernese mountain dog’ not because it came from the Swiss Alps but because it was simply a mountain of dog. Its tongue was lolling out and its eyes closed in bliss.

“Good morning, Mr. Jarvis,” said Peggy. “I was wondering if Howard were out of bed yet.”

“He’s in the backyard, nursing a hangover by the swimming pool,” said Mr. Jarvis. “I’m sure he’ll be delighted to see you.”

Peggy stepped inside and nodded to Anna and the dog. “Good morning, Anna. Zoltan.”

“Lovely to see you, Peggy,” Anna said, fondling the dog’s red and black ears. “Sorry I’m not dressed. I just have to get this fellow his breakfast.”

“It’s quite all right,” Peggy assured her. “I don’t know how long I’m likely to be here, anyway.”

Behind the house, Howard was sprawled across a chaise under the canopy, wearing his brocade bathrobe, a pair of sunglasses, and probably nothing else. Jarvis picked up a discarded newspaper and laid it discreetly over his employer’s lap before touching his shoulder to wake him. “Mr. Stark?”

“Huh?” Howard twitched.

“Agent Carter is here.”

“Oh.” Howard’s head tilted back again. “I guess there’s no chance of telling her to come back later?”

“I don’t do later, Howard,” said Peggy. Jarvis pulled up a chair for her, and she sat down across from Howard. “I need a favour… in fact, Daniel and I both need a favour.”

“Is this the part where you remind me again that you kept my ass out of jail?” he asked.

“It is.”

“All right.” Howard made an effort to sit up and look slightly more presentable – at least as much as a man could when there was only yesterday’s Examiner to preserve his modesty. “What’s going on?”

Peggy had spent a good deal of time in her bath the previous evening thinking over exactly how she was going to present this idea. “I’m sure you remember the time you had me steal back a vial of Steve Roger’s blood for you under the pretense that it was a superweapon.”

“Technically, it could be, in the wrong hands,” said Howard. “But I definitely remember where you hit me. Did you find it?” he asked, peering over his sunglasses with bloodshot eyes.

Howard did not know that Peggy had thrown the vial in the East River, and she was not about to tell him. “No. But before I tell you what I did find, I need you to assure me of your honourable intentions. If some piece of Captain Rogers or his property were to turn up, what would you do about it?”

“Depends on what it is,” said Howard, “but if it were his body I’d throw him the hero’s funeral he deserves, and if it’s the shield I’d build him a monument out of it.”

Peggy leaned closer. “You swear?” she asked.

“Cross my heart,” he said. “What have you found?”

“A set of coordinates. Seventy-four, forty-seven, thirty-five. Ninety-five, twenty-five, three.”

She could almost see the gears in Howard’s head turning as he placed them. “That’s… that’s further north than we ever looked… way up in the sea ice.” He started to get up, then grabbed at his newspaper. Peggy politely turned her head while he fixed his robe. “I’ve got a map here somewhere…”

“I know,” she said, getting up to follow him inside. “I already looked.”

In the library, the atlas Peggy had used was still sitting out on a table. Howard quickly found the same page, and the same point. “Cornwallis Island.”

“Daniel and I aren’t sure the tip is trustworthy,” Peggy explained, “so we need this to be discreet, no taxpayer money. I’m on medical leave for the occasion.”

“Of course. Not a word,” said Howard. “Just you and me and a few of the locals to carry stuff. There might not be anything visible on the surface anymore.”

“No?” Peggy asked. “Our source described the crash in some detail, as if they were there when it happened, and seemed to think there would still be parts of the plane caught on the rocks of the island.”

“Yeah, but sea ice isn’t static,” Howard said. “It moves around, and snow builds up and doesn’t melt. If the wreck’s in the ice it’ll be torn apart, very slowly, and will eventually melt out the bottom and fall onto the sea floor. The ice up there isn’t transparent, either, it’s yards thick and full of cracks and bubbles. We need a way to see what’s under it.”

“And you happen to have just the thing?” Peggy guessed.

Howard nodded eagerly. “I’ve been working on it on and off for a while now… an ice-penetrating sonar. The big problem was keeping the sound of the plane itself from interfering, but the last month or so I’ve actually had your buddy Dr. Wilkes up there troubleshooting on it. He’s a great guy for acoustics. His work on the vibration frequencies of the Zero Matter…”

“Is it ready for testing?” After knowing him for nearly ten years, Peggy was an expert at gently encouraging Howard to stay on topic.

“Yes! That’s why we moved it to my hangar in upstate New York,” Howard said. “Closer to the ice, less shipping hassle than getting it to Alaska. It’s installed on one of my planes there.”

“So we can simply fly it up to Canada and take a look,” said Peggy. That would cut down on their search time enormously, if they didn’t have to trek across the ice for days on end. “Wonderful. But as I said, we can’t have any fanfare. Absolute secrecy is best.”

Howard pouted. “You don’t think I can keep a secret, Peg?” he asked.

“You do tend to get over-excited,” she said. “And we know, by the way, that there are more of those Russian girls in the country, so you’re not even allowed to hint at it over drinks. How soon can you be ready to go?”

“I can be ready to go right now,” Howard replied. “It depends on if Jason’s got the thing ready in New York. I’ll give him a call right away.” He checked his watch. “Yeah, he’ll be up by now.”

“I should hope so,” Peggy said. “Dr. Wilkes tends to be far more regular in his hours than you. But don’t tell him over the phone where we’re going,” she added. “Treat it as just another test flight. You never know who might be listening in.”

“You can count on me, Peg. After all… you did keep my ass out of jail.” Howard grinned at her.

“Thank you, Howard.” She smiled back. “I’ll head home and pack a bag.” That wouldn’t take long. Peggy knew how to travel light.

As she was heading back to the front door, she met Mr. Jarvis coming the other way. “Agent Carter?” he said. “Are you leaving?”

“Yes, I’m afraid I have a lot to do today,” she said. “I can’t stay for tea.”

“I wasn’t about to ask you to, but I’ve just taken a phone call from Chief Sousa,” Mr. Jarvis said. “He was unable to say why, but he would like you to stop by the SSR offices as soon as possible.”

He probably wanted to know how her conversation with Howard had gone, Peggy thought, though it was strange that he’d called rather than waiting for her to contact him. “I’ll do so on my way home. Thank you, Mr. Jarvis. Give my best to Anna, would you?”

“I shall. Will we see you again soon?”

“I certainly hope so,” Peggy said.

She probably could have done more to warn Howard how unlikely they were to find anything up there, Peggy thought as she drove back to the office, but for the moment it was probably best to let him ride the initial wave of enthusiasm. The whole story could wait for their flight back to New York and the subsequent journey to the Northwest Territories. Howard and Jason’s sonar, though… that was exactly what they needed! If this were indeed some sort of trap, there was no way the Soviets would be expecting them to fly over at a height rather than hiking out from the island. If there were something there, they’d be able to get at least an idea of it without so much as setting foot on the ice. Then if it appeared dangerous, they could contact Daniel and ask for further suggestions.

“Afternoon, Rose,” said Peggy cheerfully as she entered the reception area. Rose was sitting at her desk, tiredly watching a trio of midgets in matching sequined costumes perform an acrobatic routine.

Rose did not smile back. “Oh, you got Mr. Auerbach’s message?” she said.

“I did,” Peggy nodded. “He’s upstairs?”

“Yes. So is Mr. Masters.”

Peggy’s spirits, which had been high on her drive over, sank straight through the floor. It wasn’t that there was no reason for him to be here – Peggy could think of half a dozen things he might have decided to stick his unwelcome fingers into – it was that whatever he wanted was always at odds with whatever Peggy was trying to accomplish. Daniel had rung her at Howard’s because he was trying to warn her.

She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and nodded. “I’ll head right up.”

Peggy stepped into Daniel’s office with her head held high and determination in her step. Daniel himself was not there. Vernon Masters, however, was. He was sitting in Daniel’s chair, where Peggy had sat for her interview with Lake as Agent Russel, waiting for her.

“Carter,” he said.

“Mr. Masters,” Peggy replied.

“Care to explain how another Soviet spy got into the country undetected and killed one of our most important political prisoners while you were a dozen feet away?”

He certainly did get straight to the point, didn’t he? “It is my understanding that Miss Lake drilled through the glass of the cell window and shot Dr. Zola using a police revolver with a home-made suppressor,” she replied.

“While you stood right next door and did nothing.”

“Our best information at the time suggested that Miss Lake was here for Underwood and Fenhoff,” said Peggy. “I was acting on that. We had no reason to think Dr. Zola was in any danger.”

“You sure didn’t try to protect him,” said Masters.

“We did our best to keep the entire prison secure,” Peggy said. “Perhaps you ought to question the people in charge of the Sing Sing Correctional Facility, rather than me.”

Masters sat up. “I’m going to be straight with you, Carter,” he said. “We sent an FBI agent to investigate your potential involvement in Underwood’s escape – he was drugged and robbed by a colleague of hers, who then went on to kill Zola right under your nose. You understand why this doesn’t look good for you.”

“I do,” said Peggy, keeping her body language as neutral as possible. Since Masters’ last visit she’d been telling herself not to worry about him because he had nothing on her… but now events were conspiring against her. The situation he described could easily make Peggy look like a traitor to somebody sufficiently paranoid… or at least incompetent. He couldn’t possibly have any real evidence, though, because if he did he’d be having her arrested. His ‘case’, if it could be called that, must be entirely circumstantial.

“I’m going to have a full investigation look into your conduct, Carter,” said Masters. “If you haven’t done anything, you have nothing to fear, but you’re suspended from duty as of now.”

“As it happens, I’m already on medical leave,” she said. “Chief Sousa insisted I take time off to recover from the chemical Miss Lake attacked me with. Apparently Dr. Mroczek in New York worries there might be permanent damage to my lungs.”

“From what you’ve said about these Russian girls you should be grateful she didn’t shoot you,” said Masters. He stood up from Daniel’s chair. “I’ll be checking in.”

“I’m sure you will,” said Peggy, wondering what he would think when she left the country… and how he would fit it into his personal conspiracy theory when she came back.

#fanfic #captain america #agent carter #peggy carter #steve rogers #howard stark #steggy #fix it fic

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lihikainanea · 4 years

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I'm with you, Bill has an amazing body that could be a swimmer. He doesn't need to be very muscular like his older bros. I love the long torso of this fibrous bitch

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you have given me the lovely mental image of bill being a swimmer. perhaps him swimming while tiger watches? and she’s fuckin drooling over him glistening and soaked when he gets out? and he was hitting it pretty hard bc it’s part of his exercise routine so he’s all breathless and pumped up and she’s just o_o over her biiiiig dude

SWIMMER. BILL.

Fuck me.

FUCK. ME.

I need a minute to process that.

Listen, I’ve always had like...a really weird kink...for dudes who can swim. I think it’s probably rooted in my summers I spent as a lifeguard, and one particular summer in Wildwood with the hottest dude I’ve ever seen in my life. He was a fellow lifeguard, a little older than me, and he was everything great in this world. He was fucking hot and he had no idea how hot he was, and it was a summer of the raunchiest sex I think I’ve ever had.

It was fucking incredible. God, I still smile about it. The dude was a water polo player too, and I can’t even explain to you how strong he was. I am strong, I am very strong, but in the same way that a ballerina is stronger than a football player--this dude was insane. His functional strength was insane. I am a really fast swimmer, a really strong swimmer, but when we did laps together--this guy was honestly a fucking torpedo. He’d clear 5 lengths in the time it took me to do 2. This motherfucker would do the butterfly stroke in the ocean and he’d fucking catapult OVER the waves, he was so strong.

But like...watching these dudes work was a fucking privilege. I WAS a lifeguard and sometimes I would just stand there at my post and drool. All of them just seemed so tall, so long, shoulders like a fucking fridge though. Watching them power through the water was such a sight--they were like dolphins man, so strong and so powerful, and they were fearless. They’d go and get your stupid ass against a rip tide and haul you back to shore like it as nothing. The way they would leap out of their lifeguard chairs and go tearing down the beach, running like fucking gazelles before diving into the wave like a torpedo, zero-ing in on you.

Again, I WAS a lifeguard and I would look at these dudes and just be like...hjnnnnnnnguh you’re so hot.

And the thing is, Bill actually has the most perfect swimmer’s body. The wingspan of a fucking pterodactyl. Huge hands. An incredibly long, hydrodynamic torso with narrow hips. The longest fucking legs known to mankind, topped off with feet like fucking flippers. Bill is made to tear through the water at incredible speeds, and it’s a fucking shame and a crime against nature if he doesn’t swim somewhat competitively.

So like, I love this thought right. What if its exactly that? Maybe Bill was a swimmer in his teenage years, of the competitive nature with school or something. And he never really mentioned it to tiger--but they start working out together, because maybe Bill has to buff up a bit for a roll and tiger needed a little extra motivation to hit the gym anyway. Bill sweating, grunting, being all strong and shit is all the motivation she needs. But tiger is a competitive little shit, and no doubt a strong one, so she just keeps trying to slaughter Bill in the gym.

But then maybe Bill remembers how much he used to love to swim--maybe he’s at a hotel one weekend for a press junket and the hotel has a pitiful gym, but a real nice lap pool. So he dives in there, gets a few lengths in, and he thinks shit...this is nice.

So when he gets back home, he tells tiger to pack a different kind of gym bag. He takes her to the local lap pool, and tiger scoffs.

“Really?” she asks, “I thought we were going to work out.”

“We are,” he smiles, “And maybe even a little friendly competition?”

“Bill, please,” she says, setting her bag down, “I was a lifeguard. Do you really want to lose this easily?”

“How about a wager, then?”

“Name it.”

“10 lengths,” he says, “Fastest one gets morning head for a week.”

“Shhhh,” she says, the cocky little shit, “Better rest those lips, baby. It’s going to be a long week for them.”

Bill doesn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth tilts up in the faintest of smiles.

Tiger quirks a brow when Bill actually steps up onto the small podium to dive off of, because hell she was just going to cannonball in. But if he wants to be all serious about it, she’s game.

“Tell you what kid,” he says, “I’ll even give you a head start. 5 seconds. Steamboat seconds.”

But tiger doesn’t want any advantage, because when she kicks his ass--she doesn’t want him blaming something other than her sheer athletic superiority.

“Shove it, Big Bird.”

“Come on, ladies first. It’s only fair,” he waves his hand to the pool, but tiger just glares at him from her podium.

“You need it more than I do,” she snaps, “I heard that Swedes sink like icebergs.”

“Icebergs float, you idiot.”

“Hey uh,” a random stranger interrupts, because these two idiots are just standing on two podiums smack talking each other, “Do you guys want me to give you a countdown, so you can both go at the same time?”

“Yes please,” they answer simultaneously.

Bill swings his arms back and forth, and then he even crouches on the podium. Tiger just thinks it’s so cute. Using all the right ~techniques~ thinking it’ll actually help him.

“3....2.........” the dude says, “..1, go!”

And like, look. Bill could have cleared half the fucking length of the pool in just his dive, but like a good former competitor he sticks to the proper admissible length of the dive and then starts his dolphin kick.

And Bill just destroys her in the pool. Fucking destroys her. He tears through the water, his arms driving straight forth and cutting through as his legs kick. It’s a force to be seen, the speed that he glides with. He fucking destroys her. Tiger is barely done half the laps by the time Bill rolls into his final one, touching the far wall and then bobbing a little in the water to catch his breath. He gets out of the pool--just so that tiger can’t actually see where he’s at, and she really thinks she’s beating him--and then he waits.

And as she kicks forward in the final push and reaches the wall, Bill crouches down right above her, a cocky smile on his face. Tiger’s look of sheer shock when she comes up--shock that not only did he win, but he apparently won by such a large margin that he had time to exit the pool, catch his breath again, and then be hovering over her when she popped up--her look of shock is worth it all.

Bill cocks his head, water dripping from his hair down onto his broad chest, and smiles big at her. Tiger glares.

“How the fu--” she starts, but a condescending finger is smushed against her lips roughly.

“Shhhh,” he says with mock sweetness, “Better rest those lips, baby. It’s going to be a long week for them.”

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #funny

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daisukissed · 4 years

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【 Okay, Gamer 】

❧ pairing: kozume kenma x gn!reader, slight kuroo x reader if you squint hard enough

❧ synopsis: who would've thought you'd meet the love of your life through fortnite?

❧ genres: fluff, e2l (the enemy phase being 5 seconds lMFAO), one-shot

❧ warnings: guns, shootings, violence all the stuff you do in a battle royale if that needs a warning???? oh, and cursing.

❧ word count: 2k-ish

❧ a/n: purely self indulgent hehe the things i'd do to game with this guy 🥴

Your fingers move swiftly across your controller, pressing the combinations of buttons that have been ingrained in your brain from muscle memory. Your eyes shift from left to right, focusing solely on the screen of your TV as you scan the large platform for the person who shot you earlier.

Gaining another shot from the right, you immediately toggle your left stick towards the sound of the gunshot, aiming for the pink haired player not far from you.

"SHIT!" You throw your controller out of frustration, seeing it bounce a few times on your bed before making its way onto the floor with a large thud.

"I'm knocked down by the tree, the enemy's literally at 15 health." You groaned through the microphone, picking up the controller back up as you hear a soft hum in reply.

You could see your partner making his way towards you, building up floors and ramps skillfully as he avoid the shots made by the other player earlier.

It doesn't take much time for your teammate to kill off the female character, various items of different colors dropping from her death to which he gathers immediately.

"Oh my God, you're really out here looting and healing first when your teammate is literally seconds away from dying?!" You yell, feeling more and more frustration pile up as you see your health bar becoming shorter and shorter.

"It's your fault that you got knocked down."

Your grip on the controller got tighter than before as you take a deep breath, holding in all the numerous curses plagued on your mind as of now.

"Username 'applepi', I swear to God if you don't get your ass back here and revive me, I'll come and haunt you in real life."

You hear a exasperated sigh from the other side of the call before seeing a purple and black skeleton running his way to the tree you're currently residing in.

The rest of the game went out just as bad as the start of it. He would fire shots aimlessly and pointlessly to attract enemies nearby, solely because he knows it'll piss you off. Of course, you can't just back down from his childish antics so you pay him back by following him everywhere and anywhere, stealing any weapons and materials he got on his sight.

"Hey, there's someone coming over towards your left."

"You already did that trick, try again next time."

"No, I'm serious-"

Bam!

And he's down.

"What the fuck?"

You couldn't help but obnoxiously snort at the sight of your teammate falling down to his knees, only being able to crawl and nothing else as he watches his health bar dwindling into nothing.

"Pfft- See! I-I fucking t-told you but you wouldn't even l-listen!" You stammer in laughter, clutching your stomach in pain. Tears are starting to form in the uppermost corner of your eye, your cheeks beginning to feel sore and chest heaving up and down uncontrollably.

"Shut up and revive me." The player behind your laughter said in an unamused tone. You could hear the aggravation behind his sighs, the sound of what seemed like a device or some sort being put down forcefully followed behind, leaving you in fits of blissful giggles.

Oh, how sweet that karma is by your side.

Top 3.

That's all it takes for the endless banter between you two to cease.

Your body is tense, not wanting to move a single inch from your spot, afraid that it'll wreck the whole game if you put any attention to anything else besides the ongoing match. Your hands are clammy, layered with sheets of sweat between your palm and the black controller you're gripping at, holding it tight as if it's your only hope in winning the game.

You rapidly toggle the small joystick, trying to aim for the player in front of you as you furiously press buttons to shoot and evade at the same time, taking a few shots in the process.

Pressing the R2 button a few more times, you finally knocked your enemy down, shooting them in the head to truly end them.

The green health bar located on the bottom side of your television has about a quarter of it left, causing you to move away from the enemy's sight, searching for a secluded place to refuge in.

Switching your shotgun into a red and white bandage, you heal yourself up, anxiously waiting for the timer to count down to zero to finish healing, hoping that no one comes to ambush you in the meantime.

Your heart thumps against your chest, caused by the surge of adrenaline through your body.

The timer ticks down to six when you get shot, all your remaining health diminishing in one go along with your energy and enthusiasm.

You see your shooter immediately make his way to your teammate, greedy for kills, leaving you to watch your character slowly die in all fours. You think it's a stupid mistake that they didn't finish you off but you're thankful for the chance given.

"Applepi, revive me!" You order frantically, your hope of winning the game slowly decreases as you see your fellow teammate's health at half, the sight of him frantically moving backwards to create distance between his two opponent tells you that he's having a hard time.

"We'll both die before I have the chance to revive you."

An aggravated sigh left your chapped lips as you watch one of the players close in on him.

"Well, you can't beat two players all on your-"

Before you can finish your sentence, soft party music suddenly booms from your speakers, a large blue banner with the writing 'Victory Royale' displaying on your screen. It is as if the gods above and he himself are playing with you, proving you wrong before you could even try.

"What did you say?" The male asks in fake innocence and you might be dreaming but you think that you can hear the slight smile in his husky voice.

You let out a small groan as the game cuts off to its loading screen, the voice chat between you and the quiet male ending.

Trying to fight off the disappointment growing in your heart, you take off your blue headphones, finally setting your controller down after what seems like hours.

Blinking the tiredness of your strained eyes, you give the in game menu a final scan.

As if all the negative emotions that you felt were never there, you hold back a smile, feeling a budding hope when you make out the words in front of you.

Applepi sent you a friend request!

You learned a lot of new things about your new friend.

You learned that his real name is Kozume Kenma, he's a year older than you and goes to Nekoma High, the school a few stops before yours.

You learned that he has blonde hair and ebony roots, along with gold slit eyes and small pupils that makes him resemble a cat.

You also learned that he uses the username 'applepi' because he loves apple pies, he's a quiet person in general, not just in game but in texts as well. Sometimes he surprises you, getting chatty and affectionate at rare times.

You screech out his name, the boy being mentioned having to wince at the loud sound from his headphones. You run around the grassy platform, avoiding the player coming for you at all cost due to your lack of good weapons.

Kenma watches you for a while, contemplating whether he should just leave you or actually save you.

He opts for the latter, he always does.

Rushing in with a stronger weapon than yours, he jumps through bushes and cars, avoiding anything that seems to block him. Turning left from the rocky road, the blonde male immediately shoots at a purple character near yours, focusing on aiming at the small figure faraway.

"You suck, Y/N." He points out, controlling his skeleton-like character to run towards you after finishing the last blow.

"Yet you always play with me anyways." You argue.

You know you hit the mark when he doesn't give you any sort of response.

Your lips curl up into a soft smile as you hear the boy you grow more and more fond of talk about today's practice.

You don't know how or when it happened but the hectic calls while gaming are slowly replaced by a more ordinary and intimate one instead. Insults about the other party's skills turns to subtle compliments and childish banters turn into curious questions about one's life.

You would be lying if you said you didn't like the change.

"So this Hinata guy just spikes without even looking at the ball?" You ask intriguingly, genuinely interested at the dynamic duo he had been telling you about.

"Uh-huh, he's amazing."

You let out a small giggle at his response.

He doesn't notice but the tone of his voice always seems to change when he's talking about the things he's passionate about. Whether it be the new game he started playing or even volleyball, when he played an intense match. It's a minuscule change but you notice it anyways.

A slight click of the door opening followed by one or two footsteps can be heard from Kenma's room, a sly voice resonating throughout the walls.

"Ah, is that your Fortnite girlfriend you're calling again?"

You can vaguely recall the voice belonging to Kuroo Tetsurou, one of Kenma's teammate whom you shared a few conversations with before, much to the blonde's dismay. Feeling a slight cringe upon hearing the tall athlete's words, along with a hint of envy, you choose to stay quiet as they talk.

"It's not. Get out of my room, Kuroo." The cat-like male spit out, black eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

Kuroo's lips twitches up into a infuriating smirk, knowing full well of the ticking time bomb in front of him. He does as he was ordered to, stepping his foot out of his childhood friend's door.

Not before dealing a blow though.

"If you don't ask her out soon, I might just go and steal her, you know~?" The clever male goads before escaping out of the room.

Upon hearing those words, Kenma's mind goes into a havoc, his heart dropping down into his stomach.

He knows that you and Kuroo have been texting as well lately, the said man mentioning that he is in fact, quiet interested in you.

What are you bothered of anyways? People can get close to her however they'd like, he thinks, yet he feels all these negative emotions swirling around his head when he imagines you going out with the suave boy.

"Fortnite girlfriend?" You inquire, breaking his train of thoughts. You can't help the slight bitterness in your tone when you speak, though you're sure it goes unnoticed by the person you're speaking to.

"It's nothing, just ignore what he said."

Not satisfied with his answer, you push more, "Well, shouldn't you really ask her out? We can't let Kuroo be a step ahead of you, can't we?"

You try your hardest to play it as a joke, masking your jealousy with a cheerful and joking tone.

It is exactly this that gives Kenma the final push, giving him the last ounce of courage and guts that are needed to say his next line.

"Then Y/N, would you like to go to the cat café I mentioned about together this Saturday?"

Your mind short circuits, incompetent to form words and your eyes widen by a tenfold. To say that you are shocked would be an understatement

You can hear Kenma beginning to take back his words, scared that he's putting you in a difficult place or making you feel uncomfortable but before he can finish his words, you cut him off with a stuttered and loud 'yes!'

The Pudding Head smiles slightly at your agreement and before arranging his plans with you, he opens the messaging app on his phone, immediately texting the number one contact.

Kozume Kenma

I did it.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Took you long enough.

#haikyuu imagines #kenma x reader #haikyuu #kuroo x reader #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kenma imagines #kuroo imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fics #i had to edit and proofread twice bcs tumblr didnt save my draft #so if this flops #i'm gonna SOB

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rennyforpresident · 4 years

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Renny’s BBSim: First Boots Week 3

Welcome back to Biiiiiiiig Brother!

@ashleaevans @bathroom-sand @kaysarswhore @kayysarridha @kelleekim @lahallucinations @maxdoesbb @misshoh @music-obsessednerd @nerdphobic @nomwastaken @pawn2393 @phylisisley @remember-caltoru @rennyforpresident @shaolinbynature

Previously, @bathroom-sand called out the bullies in the house and split it down the middle on her way out the door in a 7-5 vote. Will alliances fracture? Will chaos ensue? Only time will tell.

@nomwastaken and @misshoh meet up right before the HOH competition and talk game

@nomwastaken: “Did you vote for @bathroom-sand? I cannot believe our split vote worked!”

@misshoh: “I know! Now we can pin this hinky vote on whoever we want! And both of our alliances will still keep us in their good graces.”

Footage of both of their minds coming together to hatch this plan:

All the alliances remain in tact, and no one seems suspicious of a thing. But these votes could cause chaos later on! For now, let’s see who will take power next!

A mental comp! The first mental HOH of the summer. Who will come out on top?

Not these people! They all manage to get a question wrong before the end of the competition and are eliminated as a result!

@kayysarridha: “I really wanted to win, I really did. I can’t go back on that block. If I get put up again, there will be HELL to pay”

These folks all manage to finish with zero points on the board.

@nerdphobic: “I feel good because @nomwastaken is still in it. He has my back and I have faith that he’ll pull through!”

Will @phylisisley keep her dynamic duo safe and in power another week? Will @nomwastaken secure another win for his track record? Or will @lahallucinations shake up the house and ruin her position as a floater?

In third place, with 2 points...

Which means it’s down to two. In first place, with 5 points, beating out the second place score of 4, is...

@nomwastaken! You have secured your safety for the week and earned the right to nominate two of your fellow houseguests for eviction!

@nomwastaken in the DR: “I am SO happy I won!! Now I can cause a little chaos in this house *maniacal laughter*”

At the nomination ceremony, everyone is on edge, except @nomwastaken‘s alliance members.

@nerdphobic: “We know the plan this week, and we’ll get it done. I personally wanted to take a shot at @shaolinbynature, but maybe we’ll get to see a backdoor.”

After 11 keys are pulled, the two remaining without keys are...

@nomwastaken: “I have nominated you @kayysarridha and you @ashleaevans. @ashleaevans, we all know you were on the wrong side of the vote Week 1, and you’ve been on the opposite side of the house from me since then. Also, I have it on good authority that you flipped last week. You were supposed to keep @bathroom-sand and you flipped. You’re a snake, and you can’t be trusted. @kayysarridha, you know the drill. I’m not really targeting you, but you haven’t made any move to prove your worth just yet. I want big game moves and I want fireworks. Good luck.”

@kayysarridha in the DR: “Well I guess I just gotta get comfortable. No one in this house wants to align with me. Trust me, I’ve tried. I just gotta keep winning veto until I make it to the end.”

@ashleaevans: “I can tell this has @kaysarswhore written aaaaallllllllllll over it. I flipped? I did EXACTLY what I was told. That bitch knows I can’t stand her, and I’ll do anything to get her out. She has her claws all up in @nomwastaken. He’s nothing but a puppet.”

At the ceremony to pick players for the veto competition, @remember-caltoru is picked first. No one thinks he has a shot at winning, so @nomwastaken and his alliances were happy. @pawn2393 was chosen by @kayysarridha, which took everyone back by surprise. Is he working with other people outside of the Block Destroyers? Lastly, @ashleaevans picks his number 1 ally, @music-obsessednerd.

@music-obsessednerd in the DR: “I need to win this to keep my ally safe. There’s no way I’m letting these people get away with taking out my side of the house.”

In the first round, the value is $10.02.

Coming in last place after collecting $15.96

In the next round, the value is $5.00 exactly. This time, @pawn2393 and @ashleaevans almost get into a fist fight after trying to grab the same bunch of coins. But the winner of that fight ended up being @ashleaevans, and @pawn2393 fell short

Next round, the total is $0.99. Everyone got it exactly on the dot! Except one

In the final round, the total is $18.00. The three of them are evenly matched, and it seems like it could be anybody’s game. But at the end of it all, the winner ends up being...

Everyone is surprised, but @nomwastaken is still excited because his ally won! Nominations will stay the same, and it’ll all be good.

Later that day, @remember-caltoru is talking to @music-obsessednerd.

@music-obsessednerd: “What do you think about shaking things up? If you save @ashleaevans, you’re good until final 5. I can promise you that. @nomwastaken? @misshoh? @kaysarswhore? They can’t promise you shit.”

@remember-caltoru: “Am I ready to piss off the power this early? They’ll eat me alive!”

After an intense conversation, will the tides turn?

At the veto meeting, @remember-caltoru stands and makes his decision.

@remember-caltoru: “This game is never easy, but tough calls have to be made. I have to do what’s best for my game at this moment. That being said, I have decided....

The nominees are finalized. Will @kayysarridha‘s number finally be up? Or will @nomwastaken get his way and is @ashleaevans eviction inevitable?

Later that night, craving those legendary pizza rolls, @nerdphobic heads into the kitchen and tries his hand at making some. But things don’t go as well

@nerdphobic turns on the oven, but then forgets he put a batch in and went to the bedroom. Half an hour later, flaming pizza rolls are pulled out of the oven and a fire extinguisher has to be used to cool things down.

Everyone rolls their eyes at @nerdphobic and calls him Ashy for the rest of the day

But that’s not the only impact of the pizza rolls. Still reeling from her outburst week 1 with the pizza rolls, @misshoh tries to make some of her own. She was far more successful, and everybody loves them.

But @misshoh might be the only one who’s improving relationships this week.

@rennyforpresident and @music-obsessednerd are chilling in the backyard when @lahallucinations walks out and spills the tea

@lahallucinations: “Have y’all heard what @kaysarswhore is saying in there? She just said that @music-obsessednerd is the reason there’s so much drama in the house. She said she’s a snat (snake rat) and can’t be trusted. She also said she should have stayed back in 2002 where she belongs.”

After hearing this, @music-obsessednerd heads inside to confront her. The two get into it, exchanging insult after insult, and both of them eventually have to be told to go to opposite sides of the house. They refuse to speak to each other to this day.

But that wasn’t the only chaos that night

@rennyforpresident followed @music-obsessednerd into the house when the fight started, and went in to hide from the chaos with @phylisisley and @shaolinbynature. While they were chilling in the bedroom, both of them spilled that they thought @music-obsessednerd was a nut job and that she was number one on their target list. @rennyforpresident didn’t take too kindly to that, since he’s tight with @music-obsessednerd.

The next night, while everyone was playing charades in the backyard, @rennyforpresident snuck back in and

@rennyforpresident was never caught, and @shaolinbynature is still angry about their bed being flipped

Arisa: “Hello houseguests! Another week, another eviction! We’re running a little short on time, because of something we’re dealing with behind the scenes-”

Just then, Julie Chen tries to run out on stage, but is instantly grabbed by a stagecrew member. “I’ll get my show back!” she yells before being dragged away

Arisa: “Aaaaaaanyways! Let’s get to this vote!”

@kayysarridha: “Well you’ve heard me talk before, but I know this time around I’m a little more nervous. I know the house is split, but know that if I stay, you’ll have an ally in me. I won’t go against you, and I won’t put you up if you keep me. Love you all!”

@ashleaevans: “First, it was @maxdoesbb. Then, it was @bathroom-sand. Now, I’m the next target. @nomwastaken, I hope you know that you are nothing but a puppet for the real puppet master. All of you are a mob, and I hope that this vote opens your eyes. @kaysarswhore, you have these people blinded. I’m here to open your eyes. If you keep me here, my target is the woman who refuses to play nice and never stops playing. @kaysarswhore, your number is up.”

Stunned, the houseguests are pretty shocked after hearing this.

Arisa: “Well then... I don’t know how this vote is going to go, but let’s get to it!”

Obviously, @kaysarswhore casts her vote for @ashleaevans. She can’t let a blow to her reputation go unpunished like that. But other people don’t have the same idea

@kelleekim and @lahallucinations feel like @ashleaevans has a point. How are they supposed to win this game if they’re afraid to target the big alliances?

@misshoh and @nerdphobic has her alliance’s back. They’re not taking this crap lying down. @music-obsessednerd, of course, is voting out @kayysarridha. After her blowup with @kaysarswhore last week, there’s no way she’s doing anything the same as her.

A rogue vote? Are the Block Destroyers falling apart?

@pawn2393: I have to start playing for myself. @kaysarswhore, you’re too big of a liability, and I have to vote to evict @kayysarridha.”

But there’s another rogue vote!

@phylisisley: “My game depends on chaos, so I need @kaysarswhore to stay. @ashleaevans, don’t come for my strategy ever again.”

The vote is 4-4, and it takes 6 to evict. The last three votes are unanimous, and it’s not looking good for @kayysarridha.

Yup. @remember-caltoru flipped on his alliance too.

@remember-caltoru: “I should have used the veto, but hopefully this makes up for it! I vote to evict @kayysarridha.”

@rennyforpresident and @shaolinbynature both take their stand against the big alliance, and vote to keep @ashleaevans as well.

Arisa: “When I reveal the name of the evicted houseguest, they will have one minute to gather their belongings, say their goodbyes, and exit the Big Brother house.”

Arisa: “ @kayysarridha, come on out!”

Arisa: “ @kayysarridha, you hit the block every week! Why do you think you were targeted so much?”

@kayysarridha: “I don’t know! I couldn’t get it on the big alliance officially in time, and it was just too little too late. They promised they’d keep me safe as a pawn, but pawns go home all the time! Especially when it’s their third time on the block!”

Arisa: “Do you think it’s possible that you could have stayed? What happened to have you sitting here?”

@kayysarridha: “Honestly, I think it’s @kaysarswhore‘s fault. She caused too much drama and turned people against her. If she didn’t have the bad relationship with @ashleaevans that she did, I’d still be in there!”

Arisa: “So are there hard feelings there?”

@kayysarridha: “Oh no! @kaysarswhore is great, I’m still definitely rooting for her. I’m rooting for all four votes to keep me tonight *audience laughter*”

Arisa: “Well it was great to have you, and we’re sad to see you go.

Now that the power has shifted, who will be the next to go? Find out next time. From outside the BB house, I’m Arisa Cox, and remember, someone is aaaaaaaaalways watching!”

We have no choice but to stan this drama and TWO people flipping on their alliance. What legends!!!!

#bb22 #bbsim #bbsim first boots

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Heroes Never Die

Today’s the day.

The first thing that crosses Ochaco Uraraka’s mind as she is pulled from her deep slumber was those four words. Everything that she accomplished these past three years all was leading up to this very special day. Graduation. All of the blood, sweat, and tears were all worth it in her eyes. She’s finally going to walk across that stage, get handed her diploma by Principal Nezu, and walk her happy self back to her seat.

And damn that’s gonna feel so good.

She pulls herself from the comfort of her bed and commences her usual morning routine. As she’s finishing putting on her clothes, she notices that her phone has a notification. As she grabs it off her bedside table, she remembers that she doesn’t have a cheap flip-phone anymore, but a new-ish smartphone, courtesy of Momo. She fumbles with it, not used to how heavy and how big smartphones can be until the screen turns on and shows her that she has two new messages from her boyfriend of two years: Izuku Midoriya. One text was the usual good morning message, while the other was a question about their fellow classmate Yuga Aoyama. She giggles at the following text as she shoots off her good morning message.

We never really found out if he’s really French, haven’t we?

Another message pops up on her screen. It’s from her close friend and classmate, Mina Ashido. When she read the text, a giant doofy smile crept on her face. She sends back: “Yeah, today is the day! In more ways than one (^0^)”

Mina’s energetic message reminded her about the small red velvet box sitting on her bedside table. When opened, it reveals a beautiful gold ring. Nothing fancy. No diamond. No special writing. Just a golden engagement ring. A very expensive golden engagement ring. Ochaco can still hear her wallet wail in pain. Before she leaves her dorm room, she opens the box to take a quick look.

Anxiety waterfalls through her body, and her knees dare to crumble beneath herself as she gazes upon the ring. She hasn’t even asked the question yet, and she’s still nervous.

These past few weeks were hell for her. Constantly trying to hide the box whenever Deku would visit her room. Keeping Mina’s mouth shut. The sudden bouts of anxiety and stress whenever she thought of proposing. Keeping Toru’s mouth shut. Graduation. Keeping both Mina’s and Toru’s mouths shut. Needless to say, Ochaco feels extremely exhausted, but she remains determined.

There is no big villain.

There is nobody in need of saving.

No burning building.

No hurricane.

The only thing standing in her way is herself.

She finishes her morning routine and prepares herself for the day ahead of her. Graduation is at 4:00 PM, and the after-party is at 7:00 PM. Eight hours until she walks across the stage in front of all of her classmates and loved ones, and eleven hours until she asks the most stress-inducing and important questions of her life.

Before she steps outside her room, she takes one last look at the place she called home for three years. With a smile and a confident attitude, she closes the door behind her.

However, just as she steps outside her room, disaster strikes. In a blink of an eye, her legs entangled with each other, and she loses balance. Gravity takes over. Instead of facing the wall, she now finds herself facing the floor. She closes her eyes, and anxiously waits for impact.

You gotta be fu-

Rather than having her nose break when her face mercilessly hits the floor, Ochaco realizes that she had been falling for quite a while. Or at least she thought she was. She opens her eyes and sees that the floor is not getting closer, rather it stays static.

“Ochaco! Are you okay?”

A familiar voice brings her to finally notice the two muscular arms holding her torso and waist. She’s been held by these arms enough times to deduce who they belong to. If this was two years ago, she would have blushed madly, and he would follow suit. But now, she just smiles.

Today is going to be a very good day.

Only three senses that the leader of the League of Villains, Tomura Shigaraki, still retained. His taste, hearing, and touch. In his mouth, all he could taste is the metal of his own blood. Darkness blinds him. He doesn’t know if he’s just in a dark room, or if that crazy bitch removed his eyes. His hands and feet ache, but even he knows that it’s just phantom pain. He remembers when she meticulously cut his limbs off. The sounds as the knife grind and cut against his bones.

The horrific glee in her voice as she sang to herself. And the sickening crunches and slurps as she consumed every ounce of his blood as she could. He can’t even scream, she sewed his mouth shut. She said that she doesn’t want any backtalk during her meals.

He doesn’t know what time it is. He has lost all sense of spatial awareness. And that’s why he tries to scream whenever he hears that door open. The echoes of footsteps bounce off the walls and stimulate Tomura’s eardrums. Giggling circles around him. He feels his heart thump in his chest, desperately attempting to break free of its boney prison.

The giggling stops right in front of him, and Tomura can feel her breath on his face.

“Oh, Tomura~” the demon taunted. “Today’s the day.”

All Tomura can do is groan and moan in response.

“Oh, you don’t know what today is? Haven’t you been listening to me, dummy? I always talk about it during dinner.”

He feels her presence inch ever so closer. A murderous intent fills the air. A sharp pain stings his neck. He can feel his blood steadily flow out of the wound and run down the knife.

The hellish woman whispers in Tomura’s ear. “Today’s the day where I start spending the rest of my life with the two people that I love. Which means…” Her voice changes from being playful to serious. “... I’m finally done with you.”

Tomura failed to scream as he felt the knife quickly slash his throat and blood splashes everywhere. He becomes light-headed as no matter how many times he gasps for precious air, the oxygen just escapes through his open trachea. There is no coming back from this.

Throughout all of this, she laughs as if she’s watching a standup comedy show.

Eventually, his body stops writhing in a desperate attempt to save himself. His muscles relax, and his chest falls. Before his hearing fails him, he can hear his killer say something that would have made his skin crawl if his nerves weren’t dead.

“You had such a wonderful Quirk, Shiggy. It’s a shame you were such a disappointment.”

After she utters those words, Tomura Shigaraki becomes deaf to the world around him. The only thing he can hear is his own mental screams as he is collected by the Reaper and enters the great unknown.

The rest of the day flew by Ochaco faster than she anticipated. First, she ate breakfast, and the next thing she knew, she was already in the UA girl’s locker room, sitting down on a bench in her traditional yukata. Her fellow classmates' voices conversing with each other become muffled to her as she focuses on the open red velvet box in front of her.

Can I really do this?

A sudden tap on her shoulder pulls her out of her dazing, and she turns around to see a certain green-haired, frog-quirked girl. Ochaco smiles at her close friend, and Tsuyu Asui returns the smile with a small “ribbit.” Ochaco remembers the first time she really talked to Tsuyu when they were only first years. Small fledgling heroes in training. Not knowing what the next three years would bring to the table. Talking about who they looked up to, getting to know each other, and, most importantly: why they want to be heroes.

And if Ochaco knew anything, it’s that Tsuyu can read people like open books.

“Cold feet? Ribbit,” she asked.

Case in point.

In the past, such a question from her would elicit an extreme reaction. She would usually bury her face in her hands and accidentally activate her Zero Gravity and float towards the ceiling. But now, the only thing that Tsuyu would get out of her was a small blush, or if the question caught Ochaco off guard: some mild stuttering.

“Isn’t cold feet supposed to be before the wedding?”

Tsuyu shrugged and took a seat next to Ochaco.

“Same idea. Are you having second thoughts?” Tsuyu asks her friend.

Ochaco just sighs and shakes her head. “No, it isn’t that, not at all. I know… I know I want to do this.” The box in Ochaco’s hand starts to shake as her body fills with anxiety. “I love him. I really really do, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him, but…”

Tsuyu tilts her head in curiosity.

“But…? Ribbit.”

Ochaco faces Tsuyu and looks at her directly in her eyes. A serious look adorns her face.

“What if he says no?”

This one sentence stops all activity in the locker room. Everyone looks at Ochaco as if she suddenly grew two heads. Not uncommon for someone in their society, but certainly different. Ochaco felt all eyes on her and sheepishly closes the ring box. Embarrassment filling every fiber of her being. Desperately trying to escape the silent judgment from everyone in that room, she quickly put the ring box in her bag and gets up and fast-walks her way to the door.

Still feeling the gaze of every girl in the room, she turns around and faces her baffled audience. Everyone had a different reaction. Mina just keeps letting out small chuckles and laughs, holding her hand to her mouth as if holding back a monster from getting into a medieval city. Having her mouth hang open as if to say something, Momo Yayorozou did not find the words to which to object the objectively insane question she just heard. Ochaco cannot figure out what emotion that Toru expressed. Jiro just rolls her eyes and continues to idly play with her ear jacks. Finally, Tsuyu’s eyes transform from a deep green to a sheet-white.

Ochaco laughs and scratches the back of her head. “Ha, um, stupid question?”

“Very,” all the girls said at the same time with varying tones.

“Right, right,” Ochaco mutters to herself.

At 3:45 PM, Ochaco sits in the hallway directly outside the reception hall. Just fifteen minutes, she and the rest of her class will walk out and officially become alumni UA. She originally thought that proposing to Izuku would be the most stomach-churning and world-flipping event of that day. But, the thought of going onto that stage in front of all those people made Ochaco’s legs wobble and turn into gelatine. She fiddles with the ring box as she thinks about the next few hours.

She’s a hero! Why is she getting stage fright of all things?! She’s taken down bigger and badder villains that any normal person can dream of. She’s gotten her arms broken, ribs cracked, brain rocked, jaw dislocated, and so much more, and this is what is doing her in. She’s so focused on making that inevitable walk across the stage that she doesn’t even realize that Izuku Midoriya is right behind her.

“Ochaco, are you feeling okay?”

For the second time that day, Ochaco is caught off guard. She faces her boyfriend, wearing his hero uniform, and with speed never seen before, she hides the ring box in the folds of her yukata's breast.

She replies, “Oh, D-Deku! Just experiencing some stage fright, that’s all.”

Izuku tilts his head downward, his gaze aiming at Ochaco’s covered chest, and puts his hand on his chin. Ochaco notices this, and the internal struggle begins.

Did he see the box?!

She snaps her fingers, reeling Izuku out of his deep thought.

“Hey, hey. Eyes are up here, Mister,” she says as she points her index and middle fingers to her eyes.

Izuku’s face turns a deep red and waves his hands in front of him. He stammers out, “N-no! I-I wasn’t…!” He stumbles on his words and desperately tries to explain his mistaken lecherous gaze. Ochaco, however, just smirks and crosses her arms across her chest.

She giggles and punches Izuku’s arm, holding back her true strength by a large margin. “I’m joking, you dork.”

However, rather than returning a less than witty comeback, Izuku’s eyes narrow, and he goes silent.

Ochaco frowns. “Aw, come on, Izuku, I didn’t punch you that hard…”

As if just realizing that she was standing next to him, Izuku snaps back into reality. Confused, he looks around the hallway, as if he is looking for someone.

“Something’s happening…” he mutters.

Ochaco’s head tilts to the side, perplexion written on her face like words on a page.

“Um, Deku?”

Izuku doesn’t say anything.

“Izuku, is it cold again?” she asks.

Izuku turns his body to face Ochaco, his face panicked and tense. When seeing the look of utter anxiety on his face, Ochaco finally starts to put the pieces together. She recognizes that look, the way his body shakes, his eerily silent panic, the small flickers of green lightning enveloping his body.

It’s the way he reacts when All for One is near.

Joining him, Ochaco scans the immediate area as well. Her gaze bouncing off the doors, crawling through the floor and touching the ceiling. The two didn’t speak to each other, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t communicating. They position themselves back-to-back and hold hands. As careful and as silent they can be, they make their way down the hall. They have to warn the others. Ochaco feels Izuku’s hand squeeze hers, and she squeezes back, reaffirming that they’re in this together.

Izuku’s presence only calmed Ochaco to a certain point, however. Her heart beat like a giant gorilla striking a wooden gate over and over again. It dared to burst out of her chest. She still fears All for One. Facing Tomura Shigaraki at the end of her first year left her scarred and horrified at the power of the madman.

Her gaze went everywhere, making sure that nothing moved. Floor. Doors. Ceiling. She repeats this routine. Floor. Doors. Ceiling. Again. Floors. Doors. Ceiling. Again. Floors. Doors. Toga. Ceiling. Once mor-

“Hi, Ochaco baby~” Himiko Toga’s face had always been described by documentations by heroes to represent the dark side of the human condition. That face is currently smiling with its sharp vampiric-like teeth and bright golden eyes directly at Ochaco.

Not having time to be scared, Ochaco’s hand glows pink and activates Zero Gravity on Izuku.

“Deku!” she yells.

Izuku’s body lights up with his signature green lightning. With a swing of her arm, Ochaco flings Izuku around her body like a whip. With his leg bent to deliver a devastating kick, Izuku flies through the air and screams, “Smash!”

Himiko should have been sent flying through the wall with at least a few broken bones. She should have been knocked out from the force of the kick. Instead, there stood Himiko, her face still cracked with the same deranged smile, holding Izuku’s leg in midair.

“What the-“Snatching her hand, Himiko interrupts Ochaco’s train of horrified thought.

“Ochaco, run!” Izuku screams.

Himiko screeches out a laugh that makes nightmares seem like fluffy teddy bears in comparison. “Let’s go, my loves, to a place where…”

The hallway began to twist and turn around the three. Ochaco’s soul feels the hammer of dread striking it over and over again as she sees the world around her literally revolve around her.

“... we can…”

Ochaco feels the temperature around her rise to levels higher than normal. Her forehead produces beads of sweat.

“... be alone forever!”

The building around them crumbles and withers away into nothingness. The sun shines in through the cracks, and Ochaco finds herself in an unfamiliar place.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it, my loves?” Himiko’s voice slithered its way into Ochaco’s ear. “A place where nobody will bother us ever again.”

Ochaco, becoming tired of this three-way dance, finally sees her opening. With a swift kick to Himiko’s gut, she finally freed her hand from the devilish villain, pulling Izuku, still stranded in mid-air as his leg is still held hostage Himiko, from her grasp as well. Ochaco and Izuku then gained some distance from Himiko, hearing her cackle as they dash away.

Spotting a desolated wall, Ochaco, and Izuku mad-dashed to take advantage of their newly discovered cover. Once there, the duo slammed their backs to the wall and took a moment to catch their breaths. Other than her lungs hurting like hell, Ochaco felt a sense of pure fear emanating from Himiko. When she smiled at her and called her “baby” she swore she would have fainted if Izuku wasn’t there. But it wasn’t just that. There was something else...

“Deku,” Ochaco finally got out between deep breaths, “What percentage was that kick?”

Clutching his chest, he lets out an exasperated, “40%.”

Ochaco’s widened her eyes at this revelation. A 40% charged kick from him would incapacitate any villain that didn’t have some sort of defensive Quirk.

Ochaco felt her entire body shiver and quake. “Izuku, she shouldn’t be standing. She shouldn’t even be conscious, how did she even-”

“She has it…” Izuku cut her off. “She has All for One.”

Ochaco couldn’t believe what he just said.

“But, Shigaraki…”

“Shigaraki’s dead. She killed him and consumed his blood. I can feel it in her, but… where are we?”

Ochaco hadn’t even thought about it, but when she looked up, her head felt weightless. The sky wasn’t blue as one would expect, it was a fiery red as if it was set ablaze. And the white things floating high up in the air weren’t clouds, they were ash. Her gaze then scanned her environments, she couldn’t stand to keep looking at such an unnatural sky. Buildings were scattered about, but most of them were dilapidated and destroyed. She can recognize some of the buildings like the ones found in Shibuya, but what bothered her was the lack of life. No human in sight, not even any animals.

“Deku… I don’t think we’re home,” she said with a small crack in her voice.

“... A man with a unique Quirk was on the news the other week… he went missing, and there was only a pile of dust left at his apartment.”

“Shigaraki went Quirk hunting?”

Izuku nodded. “Yeah, after graduation, I was gonna start following the case. But… the Quirk always bothered me. It allowed the man to go to alternate universes.”

Ochaco peered over the wall to see if Himiko was in sight. “Okay, but Toga didn’t turn into Shigaraki or that guy when she brought us here.” Her eyes bolting left and right, vigilantly keeping a lookout.

“But what if it was enhanced?” inquired Izuku.

“But All for One doesn’t enhance power, right? That’s One for All,” shot back Ochaco.

Ochaco jumps back down from her lookout position and lands on her bottom. In turn, Izuku jumps in to take over lookout duty.

“That’s true, and she ran out of my blood a long time ago. I think she’s been using Quirk Enhanc-!”

“Okay, but could an enhancement drug do that?” Ochaco asked. “And even so-gah!”

A deep stabbing pain penetrates Ochaco’s shoulder. A pain she is well familiar with. Currently lodged into her shoulder is a knife, and perching on the wall, grabbing Izuku by the throat, is the knife’s owner.

“Wow, Izuku baby, you hit the nail on the head.”

Seeing her boyfriend in the madwoman's clutches, the thought of Himiko using Tomura Shigaraki’s Quirk, Decay, races through her mind. Ochaco dashes to Himiko, arms outstretched, and her mind on autopilot. She needs to free Izuku from her grasp and fast. Himiko flashes her a smile and hurls Izuku at her. Ochaco hears the whump of Izuku colliding with her abdomen. The pain settles in only less than a second later. Her momentum and direction reverse. As if instinct, she wraps her arms around Izuku’s body, ignoring her body’s own cries of pain as she holds him close. They both hit the ground and groan in pain.

“I chose this universe just for us, my loves!” Ochaco hears Himiko scream out. “Nobody will ever bother us!”

Whistling fills the air, and Ochaco observes as eight knives fly through the air. With a tug on her arm, she is pulled away from airborne assailants by Izuku. One only grazing her calf, producing small traces of blood. She then watches as Izuku makes a mad-dash towards Himiko. Ochaco can only make out the traces of his lightning trail as she follows his lead. Ochaco touches every pebble, rock, and brick and activates her Zero Gravity on them. They all float behind her as she wills them to follow her. She catches up to the fight and watches on as Izuku and Himiko exchange blow after blow.

“Smash!” Izuku yells as he lands a direct hit on Himiko’s face. She laughs in response and returns his strike with a swift swipe with her knife. Himiko dances around the battlefield making wide swings and swipes with her knife. Ochaco can tell that this fight is all a dance to her. A duet in a theatrical production between the main character and his lover. While Izuku bounces back and forth, dodging left and right repeatedly, only making precise strikes where he has an opening. None of these strikes makes a difference, however. Himiko just laughs them off as his fist would bury itself into her flanks. Ochaco is getting really sick of that damn laugh.

Ochaco yells out Izuku’s name and puts her fingers together and shouts, “Meteor Smash!” Then, the debris that she touched come flying at Himiko at exactly 9.8 meters-per-second. Izuku takes heed of Ochaco’s warning and bolts out of the battlefield like a bat out of Hell before the onslaught from Heaven destroys the ground that Himiko stands on. The sound of metal and concrete hitting earth fills Izuku and Ochaco’s ears. The dust from the impact rushes to Ochaco and Izuku. Izuku returns to Ochaco's side just seconds after impact.

“She’s alive, right?” Ochaco asks, a hint of uncertainness plaguing her voice.

Izuku nods his head. “A 50% hit from me only inconvenienced her. She should be alive.”

Then, an explosion from the rubble shakes the earth beneath their feet, and from said rubble rose Himiko Toga, still with her everlasting grin.

“Damn it, she isn’t dead.” Ochaco sighs.

Izuku looks at her incredulously. “You do know we need her to get back, right?”

Ochaco waves her hand, dismissing his question. “Yeah, yeah. I just really hate her.”

By the time Ochaco turns back to face Himiko, she discovers that she disappeared. Gone without a trace. The two then go back-to-back once again, covering each other’s blind spots.

“Oh, Ochaco baby. I’m hurt.” Himiko’s voice surrounded Ochaco and Izuku. “You know just how much I love you, baby.”

They look all around, trying to pinpoint her position. Where is her voice coming from? Where the hell is she? These questions keep invading Ochaco’s mind as she scours the wasteland of this dead Tokyo.

“I love you so much, Ochaco baby~ I knew this from the first day we met! At any chance I got, I would drink your blood just so I can be the person who I admire most. It was so lonely just having your blood, though. I also need Izuku baby’s blood. We’ll all be together forever!”

Ochaco grits her teeth and stomps her foot. “You’re delusional, Toga!” she bellows, “Even if you do kill us and drink our blood, you’ll run out eventually!”

Once again, Himiko's laughter echoes off of the abandoned buildings around them. “Oh please, Ochaco baby. With this amazing Quirk, I can go to any universe I want to and find you two again and again. If I run out of Quirk Enhancers, I’ll just hop on over to another universe and get more! I can’t lose. Especially not to you! My enhancers give me a boost for twenty-four hours, so I’m never losing this fight! We will be together forever, all because of your Quirk, Ochaco baby.”

My Quirk?

“Release.”

Ochaco’s life flashes before her eyes as she looks up towards the sky and realizes what exactly Himiko meant. There, floating directly above her, are many knives. Before she can even gasp, gravity regains control. The cloud of knives descends at exactly 9.8 meters per second. Each knife looks like a raindrop, and all Ochaco can do is stare. Her body screams at her to move, to do anything. But just like a deer in the headlights, all she can do is stay put as her brain tries to comprehend the situation.

It all happened so fast.

Her mind blanks at the memories of the past few seconds.

She doesn’t know why Izuku Midoriya is kissing her, and she doesn’t know why he says, “I’m so sorry. I love you, Uravity,” in such a weak and diminished tone when he pulls away. She sees his eyes welling up in tears as they usually do, but the green in his eyes… they were soulless. His hand on her cheek releases its grip, and his head slumps forward, allowing Ochaco to see eighteen knives buried in his back. She puts the pieces together.

“I...Izuku?”

She inches closer to him.

“Deku?”

No response.

“Deku, please. Izuku, honey. Please.”

She reaches out and brings him closer. His head lies on her lap. When she strokes his cheek, she finds no warmth.

“No. No. No. Y-you can’t do this, Izuku. Izuku, you can’t- you just can’t.”

She shakes him.

“Deku. Wake up.”

She shakes him more.

“Deku, please. Wake up.”

His eyes never open.

Ochaco’s sight blurs from the tears welling in her eyes. A scream escapes from her throat, and it dares to shake the Earth beneath her, only because her world has been shaken to its core. Something in her chest leaves, but she doesn’t know what. A small thump to her left, and she sees the red velvet box open in the corner of her eye. The ring no longer shone like before. No light reflected off of its magnificent surface. Only dust and rubble stuck itself onto its golden sheen, like a cancer.

Her head feels light, and her stomach turns because of the gravity and reality of the situation. Her eyesight becomes even blurrier, but it’s not because of the tears. She’s starting to lose consciousness.

Her head hangs. Her eyes become heavy. The last thing she sees before the world turns dark is Izuku’s soulless face. She succumbs, not even caring that Himiko could be anywhere around her.

When Ochaco opens her eyes up, she can’t lie and say that the situation she found herself in isn’t confusing. There, in front of her, is Izuku Midoriya. There is no blood dripping out of his mouth. No knives lodged into his back. His eyes are a bright green rather than dim and soulless. He smiles at her.

He greets her with a simple, “Hey.”

“Wh-wh-what the hell…?” she replies, astounded by the scene in front of her.

She takes her time to look around her. For as far as she can see, there is only darkness all around her. She turns back to Izuku and asks, “Am I… dead?”

He shakes his head. “No, you’re still alive.”

Ochaco’s face becomes dark. “But… you are, right?” She can feel the tears rearing its ugly head again. She tackles Izuku, but he doesn’t fall over. She wraps her arms around his torso and buries her face into his chest. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” she screams. “W-w-w-w-we were supposed to graduate today, I was going to propose to you at Momo’s party, and-and-and we were going to get good jobs and then we were supposed to get married at the botanical gardens and-!” She tilts her head up to meet his eyes. “You were supposed to be the new Symbol of Peace. Deku, you were going to save the world. We were gonna be the greatest hero couple, remember?! H-how am I supposed to do this alone? I need you! The world needs you!”

Izuku hugs her back. She can feel how warm he is.

“I know, Ochaco, but… things change. You know? We knew this on our first date, remember? Hero life is unpredictable. We put our life on the line to save others. I’m just…” She sees that he’s starting to cry as well. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I can’t be with you anymore.” His embrace tightens around her. “You have to be the Symbol of Peace now, Ochaco.”

Ochaco’s eyes widen in shock. All of the puzzle pieces fall into place. Izuku used to tell her about the plane of existence that One for All resided in. Talking to past users.

She remembers how One for All is transferred from user to user.

She remembers the kiss that Izuku gave her before he died.

“Izuku…” she mutters.

“I’m sorry, Ochaco. I’m sorry for putting this burden on you.”

She feels breathless, but somehow, she feels safe. Even in this ethereal plane, she can feel the power flowing within her veins.

“It’s okay.” Her voice cracks just slightly. “Is... is there anything I need to know? How to use it?”

Izuku stays silent but only for a moment. “It’s different for everyone, Ochaco. But you’ll find out.”

He smiles at her and then hugs her tighter without any warning.

“Thank you so much for always saving me, Ochaco.”

A beat of silence permeates through the endless void until Izuku lets go of Ochaco. His face is shaded with a deep red. Ochaco chuckles a bit, she hasn’t seen him like this in years.

“Oh my gosh oh my gosh I’m so sorry Ochaco was that too creepy or cheesy I really don’t know it was like in the moment and I don’t know and just-”

Ochaco’s eyes once again well up with tears, but happy ones. She cuts him off with a smile.

“No, Izuku. It wasn’t creepy at all! Or cheesy! I’m glad you think so. Because I do too,” she says.

Izuku stops his worrisome look and smiles back at her.

“Thank goodness,” he says back.

Ochaco can feel the space around her start to break and dwindle. The world is changing once again. She feels like she’s waking up. She gazes upon Izuku’s face, who was still smiling.

“Ochaco,” he says, “You’re the Symbol of Peace now.”

Ochaco must have blinked. Because Izuku wasn’t there anymore. His smiling face transformed into a calm and lifeless frown. She knows where she is.

She isn’t with Izuku anymore. She’s awake.

She’s with her again. She can feel her presence looming over her.

“You feel it now, don’t you, Ochaco?” Himiko’s words drip from her mouth like venom from a snake. “You fought so, so hard, and for what?”

Ochaco doesn’t even look up to face her. Not even to confirm her position.

She doesn’t have to.

She already knows where she is.

She stands seven meters from her. She is standing straight up. There is a knife in her hand.

She knows where everything is.

384,400 kilometers away directly above her head is the moon, and 151.52 million kilometers away at a 45-degree angle is the sun. She feels them. Every planet in the solar system and every star in the sky. Every galaxy in the universe. She knows where they are.

She feels everything.

She feels their gravity.

She feels Himiko’s gravity.

Himiko continues. “To live in a world where everything is taken away for no reason? No reason at all?” Ochaco feels her getting closer. Ochaco feels Himiko raise her arm that she holds the knife in. “Don’t you think it’s so unfair?!”

She throws the knife. It flies through the air. Cutting the small oxygen particles in its path. However, before it can hit its target, it stops. Ochaco’s tears stop flowing down her face, and her eyes stop producing tears. Now, they produce energy. Her brown irises struggle to escape their prison and bleed into her corneas. Streaks of green and pink lightning escape her body. The ground around her cracks and crumbles, and the rubble floats around her body.

“I trust your decision, Deku,” she whispers to the body she holds in her arms. She carefully lays Izuku’s former vessel in this physical world down and kisses its forehead. She then stands up and faces her opponent.

Toga’s look on her face is a mix of bewilderment and terror.

“What the fuck?! What did he do to you?!” she screams at Ochaco.

Ochaco says nothing and grabs the knife that is still floating in midair. She winds up and throws it back at incredible speed. She sees it lodge itself in Himiko’s hand. She watches her scream and clutches her hand in pain.

“What happened to you?!” she continues to scream at her. She produces another knife and throws it at Ochaco, and once again, it stops right before it could slice into Ochaco’s face and skull.

Ochaco looks at the rubble, flying around her like a shield. She nudges one of the rocks slightly, and from that touch, that rock falls to the earth and craters the small patch of dirt it landed on. It continues to bury itself deeper inside the earth and shows no sign of stopping.

She looks up and faces Himiko once again.

“I’m the Symbol of Peace now, and gravity is mine to control.” With lightning speed, she snatches a rock from her shield and hurls it at the sky. As she feels the rock’s gravity gets farther and farther away, she feels Himiko’s gravity is closer and closer. Before Himiko could reach out and touch Ochaco, reducing her to dust, she suddenly becomes weightless. Along with the rubble around her, she floats precariously in midair.

“It’s no use, Himiko,” she says to her in a cold voice, “You can’t win anymore.” She gets close to her face. Looking her into her crazed yellow eyes. “You said, there isn’t anybody living on this Earth, right?”

“Yes, Ochaco, baby! This was the only one I could find! We can be alone here! Please, baby. Just let me put my knife into your heart and drink your blood. Please, baby. We can be alone together. Forever. Please…” Himiko didn’t stop her insane ramblings.

Ochaco grinned. “Good.”

384,400 kilometers above her, she feels a new gravitational pull. It’s strong. Just the way she planned it to be. Himiko suddenly stops her ramblings, and her eyes look up in horror. Ochaco feels a sense of excitement and pride at how scared Himiko is. Ochaco doesn’t need to turn around and see what she’s looking at. She already knows what’s happening.

“You see it, right? The moon? It’s disappearing. Warping. Being crushed into a small one-dimensional strand. All because of that rock that I threw. I don’t know if you dropped out of school before you learned this, Toga, but everything has their own gravitational pull. You. Me. Everything.”

Ochaco continues, “The smallest rock can become a black hole if its gravitational pull was powerful enough.”

Himiko’s eyes widen. “You bitch…”

Ochaco grabbed Himiko by the arm, her vice grip threatening to break it.

“Now, listen here, Toga. You’re going to bring us back to our original universe, and if you don’t…” Her grip tightens. “I will make your life a living hell, okay? Make your decision quick. We only have seven minutes before the black hole destroys the Earth.”

Ochaco sees Himiko’s face twist and contorts in anger before; finally, the light in her eyes gives in. “Okay…” Any confidence, any bravado she once had in her voice, has sucked into a black hole. “You win.”

Satisfied, Ochaco turns around and walks back towards Izuku’s body. She picks him up and curls him inward. For a second, she hopes that Deku isn’t truly gone. That despite all of the reality saying that Izuku is dead, he would get right back up.

Reality, however, doesn’t work that way. It is cruel and unforgiving, and Ochaco knows that. Ochaco stops and picks up the ring box as well. To her, it is the heaviest object she’s ever had to lift. She walks back to Himiko, who is staring daggers at her. Himiko then rolls her eyes and activates the Quirk.

Once again, the world twisted, turned, and spun around them. Buildings restructure themselves. The air cools down, no longer the oppressive heat on the other Earth. The gravities that she felt on the other Earth disappeared, and new, familiar ones took their places. Once the world stops spinning, she looks around and finds herself on her graduation stage.

Murmurs and gasps deliver from the audience in the stands and Ochaco’s classmates in the seats. Toshinori Yagi, the former Symbol of Peace, runs up to her.

“Young Uraraka, what happened?” he asks, gazing upon Izuku’s body.

Ochaco simply looks up and meets his eyes. Toshinori’s expression goes from surprised to saddened in a split second. He does not say anything else. He only nods. She gives him Izuku’s body and turns to Himiko, who is still floating.

“You lost. You’re going to Tartarus,” she tells the madwoman. Himiko grins, however.

“Don’t think that our fight is done, Ochaco baby. I’m still enhanced. I could just touch you, and your head will just disintegrate!” Himiko’s arm lunges forward and grabs Ochaco’s face. “Die!”

Nothing happens.

Himiko’s eyes widen once again. “Wh-what?”

Ochaco grabs Himiko’s arm once again and pulls her hand away from her face.

“You’re twenty-four hours are up. When I grabbed you, I intensified your personal gravity. Time sped up for you.” Ochaco tightens her grip around her arm. She feels the bones crack in its grasp. Himiko screams in pain. “You’re never going to hurt me or anyone else again!” Ochaco feels her body light itself on fire with rage. This person. This villain. This monster took away the world’s greatest hero. Her hero. Green lightning crackles around Ochaco; she can feel the immense power flow through her body and into her fist. With her free hand, she throws a devastating punch, connecting with Himiko’s face. Himiko flies towards the ground and is buried into the stage.

Ochaco looks into the crater with disdain and disgust. She sees Himiko, laying there, chuckling to herself and whining in pain. She closes her hands together and says, “Release,” lifting her gravity spell off of Himiko. She doesn’t even react to her teachers, who run up to her and try to talk to her. She looks down at the velvet box, opens it, sees the ring sitting there alone, and trembles to her knees. She clutches the ring box close to her and cries as tears roll down her face.

“Miss Uravity? Who’s this?”

Ochaco looks down at her protege, Atarabo, and smiles. She’s only fifteen and just about to graduate middle school. Her Quirk? She can lift anything smaller than her. An odd Quirk for sure, but Ochaco saw the potential in her. A fiery go-getter who believes in making people happy. It reminds her of the person who they’re currently visiting.

Ochaco’s gaze switched from Atarabo to the gravestone in front of her. There it reads: Here lies Midoriya “Deku” Izuku. A loving son, boyfriend, and classmate. The greatest hero who has ever lived.

“This… this is the greatest hero who’s ever walked this Earth, young Atarabo.” She kneels down and places her hand on the stone.

“But, Miss Uravity! You’re the greatest hero in the world! You top popularity charts, like, every week!” Atarabo exclaims.

Ochaco laughs at the eagerness of her young protege. “Atarabo, I’m only the most popular hero because of him, and he became the greatest hero of all time because of me.”

“Who is he, Miss Uravity?” she asks.

“He was my friend. My best friend, actually. We met on the day of our entrance exams. I saved him from,” she takes a second to chuckle to herself, “Embarrassing himself. And he saved me that same day. Then we went to class together. We trained together. He saved me. I saved him…”

“Did you love him?”

Ochaco turns to Atarabo. “Yes. I love him very much, and he loves me too. He… died on our graduation day, and he gave me One for All. Atarabo, do you still want to be a hero?”

Atarabo nods her head with extreme vigor. “Yes, ma’am! More than anything!”

Ochaco smiles at her enthusiasm. “Then I won’t lie to you. Heroism is a dangerous job. You can easily lose your life. And one day, I will too. Once I give you One for All, my body will start to wither away. I’ll lose my Quirk. I’ll become weak, and then I’ll die. Leaving you to become the next Symbol of Peace.” She can tell that Atarabo is about to cry, another thing that reminds her of Izuku. She reaches out and grabs her shoulders. “But, Atarabo, it’s okay. I’ll never truly die. You will carry on my Quirk, my legacy, as I do with One for All's past wielders. I will always be with you, just like Izuku is always with me. Heroes never die, Atarabo. The memories of us live forever. In the heads of our family and friends, and in the static time that those memories live in.”

At this point, Atarabo’s face is an ugly mess of tears and snot. “But… but when you die, will I see you again?”

Ochaco only smiles at her. “You will. One day.” She pulls Atarabo into a tight hug, letting the tears flow down her green and pink hero outfit. As she hugs her, she pulls out an old and withered red velvet box. She opens it, and the ring inside almost blinds her, but she doesn’t flinch. However, her tears do start to blur her vision.

I will see him again. I still have to ask him one last question, and that is going to feel damn good.

#IzuOcha #izuku x Ochako #izuku midoriya #ochaco uraraka #bamf Ochaco Uraraka #character death #graduation #himiko toga #jojo reference #sad #action

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I have a few things to say thats been circling in my mind a lot.

The reduction and watering down of the word Femme to mean Feminine woman, not even lesbian as i saw bi ppl use it as well, and straigh women use it as well, as an empowering feminine word that completly disregard the culture of the word, made me ocasionally think to myself "ugh i hate being called a femme" and made me have life crises in which i forget what Femme stands for, because i have no map for it, and noone to cling to, and teach me, and remind me, that i exist in this world to love butches. The loneliness i feel is tearing me apart. More under cut.

Feminine women saw the word femme, and decided femmes are trying to replicate heterosexuality, that femmes are selfish, and close minded, and "exclusuonists", and they took this word for themselves to preach about how good femme4femme relationships are, how ignorant and misogynistic we were for not choosing to date other feminine women, and for replicating heterosexuality, they took it and trampled over us for not being progressive, for choosing to date the ugly mean dykes. And this is it, this is the reason they did it. Their hatered for butches and masculine women.

This hatered is why terms like "soft butch" exists, this is why everyone tells butches they can be feminine if they want to, while pissing and dissing on the butches that reject every form of feminity, calling them links to toxic masculinity, calling them predatory, and mean, and cold hearted, and cheaters, and emotionally closed off, in our own lesbian community no less, which come to bite femmes in the ass as well for choosing to date such "heartless bastards", to the point you take the word femme from us to "save us" or whatever is going through their minds, while also telling everyone a characteristic of being a lesbian is to be soft masculine. They want that "soft androgyny" aesthetic, masculine women to at least have a feminine thing about them, as if butches are still obliged by the police to have 3 women garments on themselves like in our past culture, but not to be too feminine, because then u have to date other feminine lesbians, or fall into this category of lesbians that are being asked "so why dont you just date a man?" Because people just cannot get through their thick skulls that lesbians have NOTHING to do with men. Not too feminine, because feminity is men's.

So alright, they hate the butches, and they "reclaimed" femme from those who stay with the butches. And it is good for them! They can use the word femme as they please, while continuing to compare butches to men and out relationship to a straight one. But what does that mean for the butchfemme culture?

It directly harms out community. We cannot find eachother that easily anymore. I see the word femme and instead of being estatic that i am not alone in this world, I get wary and confused, to the point that I dont even search for femmes like me anymore. Im okay alone as well, as long as i have the attention of butches. The word femme made me so distant of its meaning, that only butches can pull me out of it and remind me just why i exist and what i am fighting for, just by existing in the same space as them. But they have it hard too. On top of all the hate, from straight people and from the lgbt+ community and even from the lesbian comunity, they have a hard time finding femmes to truly understand them, and love them, and be patient with them as well. The rings of this community falls so thight and it always feels like its getting smaller and smaller instead of larger. Consciously or not, the pressure and hatered we get drives us away from ourselves. The pressure of finding femmes like me, the disappointment i get often of not being understood by fellow lesbians drove me away from them. It's just butches i can rely onto. For lesbians and for other members of the lgbt community, this makes me an exclusionist, a demon, a bad person.

The lack of media representation is a problem here as well. No straight person wants to see an old mean dyke on the screen, so they don't put them. They don't put them so that they won't turn to "stereotypical lesbians". They don't put them because they hate them. The lesbian representation is few as it is, but it is all feminine women, or femme4femme as the others with no regard to the butchfem community chose to name it. This mainly is to appeal to the male gaze, so that no man would feel threatened by someone more masculine than them. In this world, not even lesbians, who exclude men, can never separate from them entirely. Butches get compared to men, femmes are put in a box of feminity for the male gaze, and both being called a heterosexual replica, a second hand straight couple, by everyone. No wonder it took so long for me to even know what i was. And who i was. Where could i have seen myself, if there were no femmes on the screen? How would i have known who i love if there arent any butches in media? If it hadnt been for my then-friend and now unapologetical butch girlfriend, i wouldn't have read stone butch blues, and then i wouldnt have read all the other books, and i wouldnt have gotten myself in that thight spot in the small community, and i would have still be lost and lonely. Now i am just lonely, but not lost.

This lack of representation also makes everyone go along with internet trends, and not getting documented on the culture. They go along with what the others say, because theres barely any place to learn about this and to fully capture its essence and meaning. We are silenced, and deemed not worthy to be heard, because of modernised times, and changes in meanings, and being regressive. But my love for butches is an act of revolution against everyone that might call me selfish, or straight, a fake persona, and its not lower than the other non-aligned lesbians.

This is why I am still an unapologetical Femme. I am a femme, because of the feminine women around me invalidating my identity with calling themselves femme. I am femme, because of loving butches. I am femme because i exist to love and cherish and respect butches. I am femme because when everyone hates butches, where else would they go? Where is their home? Where are they fully accepted? Unconditionally? Where are butches allowed to be masculine without getting bashed for it? Who understands how butches love? Who desires them, without sexualising them?

I am femme because i am a home to butches. I am femme because, regardless of what others say, my femininity still isnt for men, and never will be. I am femme because i want change. I am femme because until butches get accepted as they are, unconditionally and without a doubt, i am not accepted either, and i refuse to get accepted without them. I am femme, until the day i see myself on the screen, until i see my lovers on the screen, until i see our love accepted and beyond that. I am a femme because i want to leave a piece of my love for butches on earth. I am femme because i want to teach, and be heard. My femme-ness doesnt sit in my feminity alone. Femme is liberating, and secure, not restaining, and forced.

I have so much else to say, but this is getting ridiculously long, and all over the place, but these were my thoughts. I desire for a day in which i could be understood. Of course, these thoughts are coming from an easter european mindset, as of where there isnt any representation, zero knowledge on the matter, post-comminist country in which lgbt people need to still hide in certain situations. I am angry at the world's view of the word femme, and what it got to mean these days. I am angry at the hatered towards butches. I am angry and i will not shut up about it anymore.

All i am asking is. Educate yourself. Be conscious of words and what they mean. Respect us. Stop making up new words for every single thing. Futch isnt real guys. Thats all.

Terfs and transmysoginists and any other fucker that dares to think this post doesn't include trans women fuck off. Trans butches, studs and trans femmes are always loved and welcomed here. Racists fuck off as well, you arent needed.

#butchfemme #femme4butch #butch lesbian #femme lesbian #bee's post #feminine lesbians PLEASE just call urself lipstick lesbians or just lesbians i beg of you. femme doesnt equal to feminine it has a meaning #a meaning that goes throughout decades #its okay to just be a lesbian just respect us and stop stealing from us i beg im so tired #butch4femme #long post #sorry if i was aggresive

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