#however my brain offers a different solution... of just making him from scratch

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objects in the mirror | j. togame

✮ tags ; afab!reader + fem!reader, reader is so painfully dense / naive, ambiguous relationships, friends to ???, somewhat unrelieved sexual tension, sex toys, guided masturbation kinda, kissing, groping, nipples play, squirting, dialogue heavy, vaguely post canon, petnames (kame-chan and jo-chan for togame, baby for reader) 18+

✮ wc ; 6.4k (you have got to be fucking with me)

✮ a/n ; the one fic i wont be mad if you ask for part two on lolol. title from a mac miller song (my favorite mac miller song) that reminds me of a lot of characters but i felt really fit this fic.

go listen to it. his best track. also this like... mega got away from me. togame sorry for blueballing you.

✮ synopsis ; your only goal is to have a half-way decent orgasm. togame, as your best friend, is determined to help you reach it.

"So," Togame leans back into your bed. "You bought a vibrator and... can't use it? Because you keep psyching yourself out?"

"Yeah," You sigh with your head hung low. "Paid good money for it and it's collecting dust in my drawer. I'm miserable."

Togame smiles a little from where he's laid across the width of your bed, back propped up against the wall slightly with his legs hanging off one edge. You kick his side lightly as he fails to contain his amusement.

"Do you enjoy seeing me suffer, huh? You take amusement in my pain, you bastard?"

"Pfft," He snickers, turning a little to face you better. "It's kinda hard not too. Just seems..."

"You think it's stupid," You frown. He scratches his jaw.

"I wouldn't say that. A little silly but—"

"Which is another word for stupid," You point out. He shakes his head.

"The connotations different. Stupid would mean I'm insulting you. I don't think it's stupid. Ridiculous, maybe." And then he laughs to himself like a jackass. "No... I take it back. It's definitely ridiculous."

"You asshole. I should kick you out of my house."

He smiles knowingly, lazy and bemused. "You're not gonna,"

Smug bastard. You groan in defeat. "But I should."

He doesn't reply, brushing you off as easy as ever. "Sorry. Just not sure what exactly you want me to do with that information."

You throw your hands up in the air. "I dunno? Fucking help me. Offer solutions. Use whats left of your brain after getting the shit beat out of you as a teenager. Something."

"Now who's being an asshole." He quips. You frown.

"I'm sorry," You say easily. Togame smiles softly though you miss it while you're looking away. "But...ugh."

"Got such a way with words." He hums sarcastically before sobering a touch. He's scrolling through his phone not entirely paying attenion. "I don't really get why you're askin' me. Don't you have better candidates for this conversation?"

You give him a long-suffering look. "No. Unfortunately I live here, so the answer is not really. I can't talk to Kotoha or Tsubaki about this. We talk about guys and stuff but it's usually pretty PG."

"So I'm your stand in for a girl best friend?"

You tilt your head. "Huh? No. You're just my best friend. I would bitch to you about this either way."

He stares at you for a long while before scrubbing a hand down his face. You can't understand his sudden reaction, watching in confusion as he takes a deep breath.

"Right. Right, I'm your best friend." Togame mutters mostly to himself, sighing before going back to his usual demeanor. He rubs his under his eye. "Really dunno what you're asking for. You can whine however much you want, though."

"I'm not whining," You pause before sighing again. "Okay. Maybe I am whining, like, a little. But you would too if you were me, okay? I want to..." You make a face, the words suddenly feeling clumsy on your lips. You're not even doing anything and you're getting all weird about it. "I just wanna...cum."

Togame pauses. He sits up, sort of suddenly after that and finally has the decency to take off his boots. He scoots to the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor to do it, and you can't see his face when he speaks again. You don't think twice about it.

"Have you not? Like... ever?"

"Huh? No, I have but it's not really satisfying. It doesn't scratch the itch for me, you know? That's what the toy was for."

Togame takes another minute or two of silence as he takes off his boots. You wonder if it always takes him so long to take them off. Seems inconvenient.

He goes back to laying down, leaning on the wall with his legs spread out. "What kinda toy is it anyway?

"Oh, it's—" You stop in the middle of your sentence, brow furrowing. "Wait. Should I be telling you this?"

"Are you suddenly gaining self-awareness? Little late for that." He smiles.

"That's true," You reply, relaxing again with your arms crossed. "Nothing complicated. A rabbit vibrator, but the kinda expensive ones."

"How much?"

"Twelve-thousand yen. I got it on sale too,"

"No wonder you're so peeved you can't use it," Togame comments evenly. "A lot of money to be collecting dust. You even take it out the box?"

You deflate all over again. "Yeah. Charged it. Cleaned it too. But I put it back."

"Lemme see,"

"Huh? Oh, okay. Sure."

You don't bother asking why Togame wants to see your sex toy. It doesn't occur to you that there'd be any reasons outside of plain curiosity which you can understand. Togame dated a girl long-term so he knows some things, but you figure any girl with a decent boyfriend wouldn't need to make the same use of toys as you do. It'd make sense he's never seen one up close and personal.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and lean slightly as you open the side drawer and pull the toy out where it sits in nice, cardboard package. You pass it off to Togame before sitting back comfortably against your headboard.

He sits the box in his lap and stares at it for a long while.

You wonder if this is weird.

It doesn't bother you much either way, but it it is...

Odd, just how long Togame stares at it. He undoes the top of the folded box, pulling it back to reveal the soft, baby blue vibrator. It's six inches long and curved, with a soft rubber attachment to stimulate your clit and angle for your g-spot at the same time. Made with a high quality velveteen silicone. It has a lot of settings, and does the sort of rumbly vibrations you know feel good as opposed to the mechanical buzz of cheaper kinds.

Completely unused, Togame holds in his hands for a while, grabbing it by the ends. He doesn't touch it in a way that's weird. More like he assesses it. Measures it. You don't know for what though.

"It's cute."

"Huh?"

"The vibrator, I mean." Togame comments, putting it back in the box. His expression is unreadable. Something simmers under the surface of his neutral face but you can't place what exactly. "It's a cute color and the little pointed part here is cute."

You place a hand on your chest and close your eyes in sincerity. "Thank you. I also think I have excellent aesthetic taste."

Another pause. Brief but not.

"Do you want help using it?"

"Wha—"

"The vibrator," Togame clarifies before you get through the rest of your sentence. "Do you want me to help you use it?"

Your mind blanks. Your mouth moves faster than you can.

"...In what way?"

Togame remains steady. "Getting you comfortable and putting in you. As far as solutions go, it's the best I've got."

...Huh?

"Wouldn't that be awkward for you?"

"Is it awkward for you?" Togame replies back.

You stop to consider the question then shake your head.

"I mean...It's you. I trust you and I'm grateful but this..." You furrow your brow and look towards him. "Can you really do something like that with me? Just to help me?"

"Yeah." He replies. The words come so easily to him you're startled. Was he always this casual? You guess in a way but still. It's surprising. "It's the most direct route to solve your problem, I think. Once you've done it once with someone else, you'll definitely be able to do it alone right?"

You reason about this and find it's a somewhat optimal solution. You can't figure out the exact source of your unease about all of it, though it's there. You can't figure out Togame either. You appreciate how much he seems to want to help you but it doesn't make your worries go away.

You frown a little deeper.

"You're thinking about it too hard." Togame interjects. His tone is warm and easy.

"You're not thinking about it hard enough," You respond back. "What are you trying to do anyway? To help."

"Scratch the itch for you. Just think of it like that."

"Does that do anything for you?"

He dodges the question. "Don't worry about me. I'm offering. Promise it's fine."

You frown with your legs crossed, staring at the empty space of the bed. "...I g-guess it's fine? I can't think of a reason to say no."

"You don't mind doing this with me? Or is it because you're okay with anyone?"

You shake your head.

"What are you saying? Of course it's because you're the one asking. I trust you."

He smiles genuinely at that, eyes closed in what seems like relief. "I just wanted to make sure."

Togame opens his eyes again and casts them your way. Your breathing feels shallow under the weighted glance. He sits up a little more and shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, placing it on the pillow next to you. He feels broader without the layer of fabric over his torso, white shirt stretching over his frame as he sits on the bed on his knees.

"Lay down. Get comfortable."

You nod, adjusting the pillows and things and trying not to feel self-conscious or get cold feet. It speaks to your desperation that you're taking this help so willingly and from your long time best friend no less. In the back of your head, you do feel a little strange.

Togame is just being a good friend, that's what you tell yourself. You believe it too.

He hovers above you first. You tilt your head to look at him, the short gap of space between you feeling particularly small while also being miles wide. Your stomach flutters as Togame's eyes fix on your lips.

He leans forward and presses his mouth to yours. It's chaste. You wonder if you look even half as surprised as you feel.

"What was that for?"

"Breaking the ice."

You mumble. "Oh..."

Togame kisses you again that time, and then one more time before speaking up. "You're so naive."

"Huh? No I'm not,"

He brushes you off again that time before sitting up again. He sits between your legs where you have them spread. You have no idea what he's thinking or why he's doing this.

Unlike most people, you usually do have a good read on what Togame is feeling. He's upfront most of the time, despite his posturing seeming wishy-washy. It's a little weird to feel so out of bounds around him, like he purposely has his guard up. You wonder if that guard is for you, or for him. Is he uncomfortable somehow? Is he trying not to hurt your feelings by not being interested? You're not really expecting that.

But if that were the case, there's no reason he would help you this way.

Before you get too entranced in your thoughts, Togame snaps you out of them.

"How do you normally do this?"

You blink and look up.

"Do what?"

"Get off," Togame answers. Your eyes meet and you find yourself wanting to look away. "You said it was unsatisfying so I thought it'd be better if we started there,"

"Uhm," You feel embarrassed trying to talk about this. You're not sure why. It's not something you'd feel self-conscious outside this specific context but Togame just seems more... intense then usual. Like he's being serious about your silly problem. "D-depends? Sometimes I watch porn or listen to audios or read. Not always."

"Got it. How do you touch yourself then?"

He looks expectant. You turn your head to look away from him. The minutes tick by.

"Uhm... just rubbing my c-clit usually. I have uhm, other toys I'll use sometimes too but I need to touch my clit to get off." You wonder if these are too many details. Togame is listening to it so carefully. "Uhm. If i-its too sensitive I'll touch over my clothes too. Sometimes I cum like that."

His face shifts. It lingers long enough for you to notice but not enough for you to process what it was. He's back to his usual self so quickly you wonder if you've made the entire thing up.

"Right. I think I know what your problem is,"

You feel a little relieved at that. "Really?"

He pauses before smiling a little with a friendly nod that reminds you of how you were when you were kids, a face that's unexpectedly kind. "Really."

You look at him expectantly.

"I think you're not building up to it enough." Togame comments, smoothly. You blink at him. "You're a girl, you know? Can't jump straight into it, you need to stimulate yourself more first and relax. You're so focused on cumming it backfires. I'll help you."

"How...?"

"I'll help you relax and help you figure out what you like. Don't think about it too hard and focus on feeling good."

"You really don't have to do this for me," You mumble. He smiles at you.

"C'mon. You just said I was your best friend right? I don't mind, so chill out and let me help."

"Okay," You nod, bright eyed. "Okay....thank you."

He makes a face at you before nodding. "Uh-huh. Of course."

Togame hovers above you with lazy smile. You close your eyes on instinct as you feel your lips press together. His lips are softer than you thought they'd be. A hand cups the back of your neck and brings you closer to him. The weight of his body makes you self-conscious about his proximity. You can smell the scent of his skin, feel his presence surround you as he kisses you soft to start.

The shift in the air surrounding you is gradual in a way that reminds you so much of Togame. He's not intense at the beginning, never is really is - but then his hand goes to hold your knees and pull your legs up. His tongue slips against the closed seam of your lips until they part, until he touches yours and you have to reconfigure how you breathe. He's so good at kissing you it makes you wonder if he's kissed you before and you can't remember. But then it feels good and you're reminded—

If it felt this good there's no way you would've forgotten it.

When you pull away for air to breathe, or start to stumble through a question on how this is helping - Togame shuts you up. It takes it happening twice for you realize it's deliberate. Every time he kisses you a little deeper, and the last time he slips his tongue in so far you'd think he's trying to eat you whole.

You're wet. You're unsure if you're allowed to feel guilty about it, or if you're even meant too. Anyone would be turned on getting kissed like this. You're really unsure about all of this but you're fine because it's Togame. There's no way he'd do anything bad to you or for you.

He's over protective in general, though he's rarely frank about it.

(If you were any less clueless, you'd would know that most times Togame is doing his best to protect from himself. Most times, he feels like the biggest danger to you)

Togame pulls away from your lips when you moan a little. You feel embarrassed at the state your left in and how he looks at you. Picking you apart in his mind but not with ill intent. Like he wants to know every thread of your want.

Again, you think he's going to tease you. Light but still teasing.

"Does that feel good?"

It's a serious question. It stuns you. Just a little. His hand on the back of neck feels hot. You notice the way his thumb caresses your nape and try not to stutter.

"Uh..y-yeah." You reply, trying not to look stupid. "I like kissing. Uhm. In general."

He doesn't react to that, nods in a way you find curt in comparison to how passionately he was kissing you just moments ago. "It'll help you relax." And then, a little softly. "If you want to kiss again and we're not already, ask."

An odd request but you acquiesce with another soft noise.

"Do you feel a little warmed up?"

His eyes are so strangely shaded in this light. You open your mouth to the awkward confession. "Oh... nn. I'm... y-yeah. I'm wet already."

"From kissing?"

You give him a sheepish look. Togame responds with another kiss that makes you feel like you're being driven into a corner. This one is hot and heavy, doesn't build up but starts with an almost oppressive air. He nips at you, teeth tugging at your lips and licking in earnest to your mouth. Long and deep until your brain feels melty, your thoughts swimming and clouded. Longing for touch and release. Arousal threads through the fibers of your muscles, makes you feel wound up tight - a serpents coil. You clench your thighs on instinct at the worsening wetness.

Your mouth feels swollen and bitten when you pull away again and Togame looks a little more like you're used to him looking. An underlying sense of smug self-satisfactions on his face as he looks down at you, not outweighed by his genuine ease.

A look on his face like he likes your company. You find him comforting in how easy it is to see.

"Is it okay to touch you in other places?"

"Uhm. Anywhere above the belt is fine, I think."

"Makes sense,"

He leans up and slides both hands underneath your hoodie. You're not really prepared for... this. You don't know if you can call it sex or not but whatever it is, you weren't intending for it to happening.

"You're not wearing a shirt," His hands feel so big on your waist. Big and calloused, split skin scarred over from fighting. "A bra?"

"A sports bra."

"Right."

He slides your hoodie up over your torso until it's bare and takes your sports bra along with it in one go. Your tits fall from them with a soft swish with how quick he does it, the light bounce making your skin grown hot. Togame hovers above you as he eyes them, palms just underneath but not touching.

"Stop looking so hard."

He brushes past that. "They're nice."

"Shut up," You say for the first time. Togame smiles slightly.

"Not a nice way to talk to someone who's helping you," He says sarcastically. You pout but refuse to apologize. He remains unbothered then goes back to being alarmingly serious. "Do you play with them?"

"H-huh? When I masturbate? Not really. I've never thought too."

"Why's that?"

You shrug. "The guys I dated used to touch them but it mostly felt weird, not good. Never thought of trying on my own."

He gives you a looking asking for permission. You nod. This really does not feel normal but the arousal clouding your brain is a lot louder than your sense of shame.

Togame's hands slide up your sides until he's cupping the roundness of your chest. His thumbs hover against hardened nipples, constrained in the touch. It's different than how other guys have done it for you. He's paying attention to that bit most, and he's going about it softly. Pushing the hardened bud with a light flick that sends a jolt of shock through your body.

He's quick to notice your reaction, green eyes flickering up before doing it again. You squirm, stretching your legs and shifting as another tick of arousal goes through your whole body. Your clit is starting to throb so much it hurts. If it were you, you would've started touching yourself a long while ago. As soon as you felt yourself get wet.

Togame is taking his time, though. And you're feeling it so much it's a little shameful for you. He does it again, touching your nipples - both side at the same time. Your body is pushing for more.

You've managed to keep the noise down but you're pushed over your usual limits. A moan spills from your lips as you push up into his touch. "That's good, huh? Just needed it a little softer and more focused."

You try not to be any more embarrassing. Wouldn't anyone feel weird over this?

He's the most important person in your entire life, and he's seeing you like this. Not judging you, just remaining even and consistent. Teasing you but not enough to make you upset. He's being so careful. Is this the kind of boyfriend he is? You think that must make him popular, so then... why does it never work out? He's never dated anyone longer than a year.

But he's being so sweet to you despite not dating. He's always kind but this is different. You can't imagine who would see this part of him and break up.

You try not to think about any of this but the only other thing you can focus on is him rubbing your nipples and how nice it feels. The moan of his name is pitchy, sounds foreign to your own ears with how high and broken it is.

"Kame-chan," Your voice is warbly when you ask. You just want to stop thinking. "Kiss?"

He pauses. You think he's going to deny you at first.

"Fuck. That ain't fair, you know?"

You don't know what he means, but he complies and kisses you open mouthed as he plays with your tits. Rubs and flicks them just the way you like. It feels so good. You've never felt anything like it before. Your tummy flutters, honeyed lust dripping down your inner thighs.

Your body moves on it's own, your hands carding through his hair as arousal starts to pool. Your panties feels soaked and sticky, through the fabric. You shift again trying to relieve the feeling, brain scrambled by Togame's touch.

You're so horny you can't make sense of anything. Your body is a relentless echo of your wants and needs - demanding attention. His attention, specifically. Need curls up in your chest.

Between kisses you confess this to Togame, who you trust now more than ever despite feeling so incredibly vulnerable. How could you not go with it when he's taking such good care of you?

"Wanna cum so bad," You mutter, sloppy between kisses. Togame takes in a deep breath as he pulls away.

"You think you're worked up enough for it?"

You see through him instantly even in your haze. "Don't be mean to me, you jerk."

"Caught me, huh? Okay, okay. How do you normally do this?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck yourself with something,."

The words send heat sparking against your spine. You tuck your face against his jacket where it's laying besides you and huff. It smells like him. "Ngh. Usually finger myself a little first."

"Got a good idea then." He hums. The sound of his voice, low and smooth, makes you feel comforted. "I'll lay next to you and help keep you distracted while you open yourself up, yeah? Nothing below the belt 'n all. And when you're already I'll put in for you and turn it on."

You sniff. "Okay."

He smiles at you, pulling his hands and body away from you before laying besides you instead. He lets you rest your head against his arm and shoulders - sneaking the rest of his arm around and underneath you, squeezing one of your tits. He presses your body into him and gropes around the bed for the box with your toy, grabbing it from inside before shoving it away.

Up close, you can feel his muscles even better than you could. You wonder how someone so relaxed could be this built but try not to let it burden your brain. He smells so nice. Did he always? You feel too horny to remember, but you like it.

You can feel him glancing down at you, amused.

"Comfy?" Togame's voice vibrates through your whole body.

"Uh-huh."

"If you turn your head towards me I can kiss you and touch you. Keep your mind occupied a bit."

"Oh. That makes sense."

"It does right? Go ahead and start."

You think you should tell him not to watch. Keeps his eyes for himself. But the focus of his gaze makes you burn so much hotter you don't bother. He's already seen so much, anyway.

You shimmy out of your sweat pants until they're down at your ankles revealing your panties. Baby blue printed boyshorts, fabric soaked until they look a nearly new navy shade. You feel his laughter less than you hear it, turning your head to glare at him. He smiles a little at you.

"Those are cute too," Togame comments. You can hear his voice so clearly like this you think you'll collapse if you pay too much attention to it. "Too bad you made 'em all messy."

You swallow a sound, too horny to protest. He stops you before you can take your panties off.

"Didn't you say you normally touch over the fabric when you're sensitive? Do that."

"But—"

"Just trust me," He promises. He kisses your hair. Your heart thuds when he does it. It's an innocent gesture. "It'll make it more satisfying, okay?"

Your shaky as you spread yourself a little wider and slip your hand down between your legs. All the desire you're holding starts to unwind as your middle finger slides over the soaked seam of your cotton panties. They're cuter than normal, printed with florals and lace trimmed. Absolutely drenched in your arousal. You rub a small circle into your clit and your whole body breaks out into shivers, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

You could cum like this. Just from this. But you want something more, something better so you force yourself to go slow.

"It's messy," Togame hums, nonchalant. "You get easier than I thought you would. Are you going slow so you don't cum right away?"

"Don't point it out, aah,"

"You should cum if you want too," Togame suggests.

"No," You whine. "Wanna cum with the toy."

"Wanna cum with a cock inside you, ya mean? A silicone one but still. Not enough to just touch yourself, you need something more, is that it?"

He says the words so casually, so lightly. Almost friedly despite how filthy they are. There's no malice in them.

Spoken like high praise or affection. The kind you'd show a kitten,.

"Kame—"

"Didn't know your had such a need pussy. No wonder it's hard to cum all by yourself, huh?"

"Stop being mean," You gasp. "I'll cum,"

He laughs at that. It's genuine and bright.

"Too much for ya, huh? S'okay. Take these off now. Finger yourself. Make sure you get all that mess you made so we can use on your toy. It'll hurt if it's dry going in."

You feel blindsided by just how much Togame is talking. He's been so quiet, so brief and unreadable. He feels like his usual self too much, to your complete detriment. His voice is teasing, yet warm and sweet. He smells good and he's pressing you all against his chest. Your fingers tremble as you slide your panties down to your ankles same as before. You end up shimmying the rest of your clothes off.

You're so aroused it's easy to get the first finger in. Your hole twitches, the entrance pleasurable as slowly ease your middle finger down to knuckle. You til your head towards Togame as you get adjusted to the intrusion easily from how wet you are, pouting your lips. He gives into the kiss right away, warm tongue and soft lips familiar to you now. You ease yourself into the pace of his kiss, whimpering into his mouth as you slowly open yourself on second finger.

"I want it so bad," You mumble. He laughs against your mouth.

"I can tell. Can barely string a sentence together. You want to cum huh?"

"Uh-huh."

"What a naughty pussy. You're trembling from just fingering yourself. Won't you cum right away if I put in you at once? I'll have to go slowly," Togame explains. He speaks the filth so naturally. "Take my time so you're stretched nicely and not scared anymore. I'll turn the vibrator on after it's already inside so you can't run away from it. You can cum to your hearts content, then."

"I'm still scared," You admit. You're just so horny you're unsure of what else to do. He leans down to kiss you again, nose brushing against yours intimately.

"Don't be scared. Just focus on stretching so you're not so tight. I'll praise you if you take it in easily."

Your voice gives once you manage to get a third in. Togame doesn't stop kissing you, barely giving you enough air to breathe. He plays with your chest with his free hand, and holds the toy with the other.

A string of spit connects you. Your thighs are aching, body burning hot as you look at him directly.

"Wanna cum," You slur your words, speaking in short sentences. Togame grins a little.

"Take your fingers out and show them to me."

Your stomach flips but you comply with the request. Your face burns from how soaked they are.

"Good. Rub them on the toy now. Get it as sticky as you can."

Your heart is pounding is loud in your ears as you clumsily coat your new toy with your own mess. You watch it gain a fresh shine, baby blue turning reflective as you push it against and between your fingers until all of it's coated as best you can.

"That's it, good. Spread your legs now. Gonna put it in. Want me to kiss you?"

You nod sheepishly and close your eyes. Togame laughs warmly before kissing you again.

Your whole body throbs in anticipation for it. A muscular forearm and hand slip between your legs as you spread yourself open, your feet flat on the bed for easier access. Togame forces his tongue into your open mouth, kissing you wet and hard as he tweaks your nipples. You feel pleasantly suffocated from the pressure before gasping into his mouth.

The swollen silicone head of your toy stretches your pussy more than you thought it would. You've never had a toy with angles so the sensations are all new. You can feel it so well inside of you, you can barely keep your composure long enough to stop moaning as just the tip slides in. Togame swallows each noise from your mouth. His kisses feel almost ferocious now when they were so composed before, free hand cupping your jaw from one side.

He fucks it in slowly, rocking the toy by its handle slowly until you get used to it - giving you moments between to adjust. You can feel it bottom out inside of you, the head pressing so precise on your swollen gspot you could cum from bucking your hips. Your sensitivity is over the top. Every touch and and tease and bump makes your cunt clench and throb.

The blunt end of the rubber attachment presses against your needy little clit. Togame moves the toy a little, fucking you with it slightly again. Barely. It still nearly makes you cum.

You feel like he's edging you. Anymore than this, you think you'll go crazy.

"Kame-chan." Your voice is beyond wrecked, throat as one of your hands reaches to cling desperately to his short sleeves. You fist it, teary. "Jo, turn it on please. Make me cum. Wanna cum so bad, 'm so close, please, please. C'mon."

"Turning it on, baby. Easy."

The word baby makes your body melt.

A slight click sounds as Togame turns on the vibrator.

Your whole body lurches at the sudden change. Togame pins you with his own, keeps his hands steady and the toy inside of you without skipping a beat. The soft whirr of the first setting completely unravels you. It feels like every nerve in your body is being pulled apart, electricity through a frayed copper wire. The muscles in your body aching with anticipation after so many dissatisfying orgasms clench tight as your body prepares itself for something so vast your mind can't process it at all. Your hands fist at your sides, clutching the sheets as you get close to cumming.

You're thrashing from the sensation. It's so much, too much - you've never felt anything like it before. You feel full and euphoric and your head is spinning. It feels so good it terrifies you, makes you clench up hard in how unbearably unrelenting it is. There's no pace, no where to escape from. The vibrations are strong but not overwhelming to the point you can't feel them.

You're so senstive all over your body and it's touching you in two places.

Your spine starts to curl into an arch, hips stuttering and twisting as you feel it rushing over your consciousness. Fuck, you've wanted this for so long. It's exactly the high you've been chasing after on your own for so many months it's making your brain feel like like mush. Animal instinct forces your hips up, bucking against Togame's hand where he holds the toy. You're fucking yourself on it. You can hear him laugh as he moves to meet you ruts.

You feel like you're losing your fucking mind.

"G-gonna—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't, I can't, I can't. Feels so good, Ican't."

He leans in and gets close to your ear, tongue caressing the lobe before biting it soft.

"Yes you can. You want it so bad don't you? Wanna cum all over this cock so bad you've been aching for it. I know you want it, I can see it. Look how much your moving your hips." His voice is shaking, hands flicking your nipples messy and harsh as he speaks. "Look what a mess you're making. You're leaking everywhere. You want it badly right? Don't think about it and cum. Cum as much as you want. Cum for me,"

The last words are the ones to snap the thread inside of you.

Your brain bluescreens as your body seizes before finally, finally giving you the orgasm you've been chasing. You smash your lips against Togame's as your spine arches off the bed, thrashing in place. Something in you undoes - and you feel a wet rush spray from between your legs at the same time your orgasm hits. Your mind feels completely and utterly blanked. Your body is in total rapture, uncontrollable pleasure fucking your brain until you're stupid and slack jawed. It feels so good, so so good. You didn't know anything could ever feel that good in your life. It's scary.

You feel like you could get addicted. Your high rides out for much longer than ever before. In between sloppy kisses, you say the same words over and over and over. Togame grips you close to him as you do.

"Jo," You mutter. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—feels so fffucking good, fuck. I can't, I can't. Off, off. 's too much, I'll pee."

Instead of turning it off, he turns the vibration up by one. Your eyes fly open as you gasp, words rushed. Panicked.

"I can't," You swear, looking at him for mercy. His face is flushed. "I can't, Jo-chan, I'll cum again, I'll—"

"Cum." He says, demands - voice rougher than you've heard it all night. "I know you can. Cum,"

On demand practically, your legs seize up and you cum again a second time in near succession. You feel so fucking incredible you think you're going to die.

"Fuck!"

You squirt again, body nearly giving out as more short spurts soak your sheets and mattress. Your pussy is pulsing in the after math, trembling and clenching so violently. You whine loudly as Togame stops the vibration and pulls the toy out, shivering as it catches on your tight hole before coming out of it with a soft pop.

Your legs are twitching.

Even though Togame has no more reason to kiss you he does. And even though you're well past the point of needing to kiss him back, you do more affectionately than any time prior.

"You made me feel so good it's freaking me out." You admit, shaking uncontrollably.

Togame pauses before breaking out into genuine laughter. He kisses your head, arm wrapping around your shoulders until you're hugged against him.

"You were so sexy like that."

You blink at him, face flushed.

"Sexy?"

"I was really hard seeing you cum," He says, casually looking down. "I didn't know you could be cute and ask for kisses. You're usually more—"

You put a hand over his mouth.

"Whatever you're gonna say shut up,"

He just smiles, cheek against your hair. "I'm glad you got to feel good."

"What about you?" You mumble, feeling your heart pick up just asking. "Are you still hard? I feel like I should pay you back somehow,"

He looks at you seriously. "Do you know what you're implying?"

You fold a little but nod anyway. "Yeah."

"Do you really? The monk thing is a joke, you know. If you offer something like that, I won't be able to stop."

"It's fine," You say confidently before adding, much quieter. "I r-really want to do... it with you."

Togame pauses before kissing you deeply. Your whole body feels molded to him now.

"Damn it." He looks down at you, black hair sticking to his skin. You wanna feel his undercut with your hands in his hair. "You know this ain't normal between friends, right?"

"Uhm, yeah? I figured."

"Don't go around getting help from anyone."

You shake your head. "It's only 'cause it's you."

He scrubs a hand over his face and laughs. "You don't need to stir me up anymore. I'm already hard enough. Can't keep my composure at all."

You tilt your head in confusion. Togame just sighs.

"Don't worry about it." He says, shaking his head. "How soon can I get my thanks?"

Your eyes widen as you clench again. "Uhm. Now, if you want it."

He grins a little lazy, eyes swimming with adoration.

"I do," He hums, laying back as you get up from where you've been laying. "Come over here and let me touch you properly then."

"Is that what you really want?"

You climb ontop of him, bare naked almost as your hoodie falls back down over your torse. Togame slides the fabric up and gives you a meaningful look.

"More than anything,"

[obxcunt]

Love bites || (8)

pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader

warnings: SMUT, typos, cursing.

summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.

part seven || masterlist || part nine

You were now both in the living room, sitting on the couch next to each other, your legs resting on JJ’s laps. “I—“ He cleared his throat. “You’re okay?” He asked, again. “Do you need anything? Does it hurt? Maybe you—” You chuckled lightly, head falling against the couch.

“Look at me, JJ.” You said, your eyes searching for his deep blue ones. “I’m fine.” You murmured, again and again. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

He scoffed. “I— I can’t help it.”

Kiara and Marcus walked in the living room together and seemed a bit worried. JJ turned his head in their direction, frowning. He could tell something was wrong, Marcus remaining silent and looking away.

Marcus had long brown hair, dark eyes and a beard. He looked like a cowboy, lost in the wrong generation. You discretely looked at the older man, wondering how old he was.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” The witch asked.

“I— I’m fine, just tired and still a bit confused.” You touched your head, grimacing. “But my nose isn’t broken, that’s cool.”

“What’s wrong, Marcus?” JJ asked, nervous. “What happened outside? Did you catch him?” Marcus remained silent. “What’s going on?”

“We have a problem.” Marcus replied. “He’s way too fast and strong, we are clearly dealing with a newborn. He’s going to come back here.”

Kiara moved closer. “And, we don’t understand how he even managed to get inside the house.” She said. “Maybe another witch helped him or something. However, me and my dad are the only wizards living on the island.”

“Wait, what?” You asked. “He— He’s gonna come back?” JJ instantly turned to look at you, his hands reaching out for yours as they were resting on your thighs. “But— But we are not prepared for this, he could—”

“Unfortunately, this is a pretty common thing in our world.” Marcus interrupted. “This boy is different from us, he’s a hunter.” JJ clenched his jaw, looking back at him. “He’s dangerous and he’s not going to leave the island anytime soon, not until he gets what he wants.”

You sighed. “Me…” You murmured, tears emerging again. “Fuck—” You looked down, holding JJ’s hand.

The blond shook his head. “Hey, Y/N.” He leaned his head closer to yours as you looked up again. “I’ll never let this guy approach you ever again.” He promised. “Don’t worry, you’re—”

“This isn’t about me, JJ!” You said. “I— I don’t care about myself and the possibilities but—” You paused, licking your lips. “What about my parents, huh? What if, he comes back to my house, and kills them?” JJ sighed, looking straight at you. “What are we supposed to do?”

“I’m gonna stay with you, close to your house, drive you around whenever you need to move.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be your bodyguard.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We’ll find a solution, we can’t let this guy live any longer.”

“No, no, no.” You objected, eyes widening. “I don’t want you guys to get hurt.” Marcus scoffed. “It’s— It’s dangerous, what if you—”

“It’s not negotiable.” Marcus interrupted, crossing his arms. “We need to kill this guy, this week.” You sighed. “We can’t deal with him and Ward at the same time, it has to be done soon.”

Kiara and JJ nodded. “We’re gonna have to establish a plan.” She turned back to Marcus. “Let’s do this tomorrow, we should get some rest now.” She turned back to JJ. “Also, the spell won’t last forever.” She added. “You won’t be able to enter the house without her permission first as soon as you leave.”

“You should stay here for the night, JJ.” Marcus suggested. “Since her parents are coming back tomorrow, it’s not safe for her to stay here alone.” The blond vampire nodded. “We’ll see you tomorrow at the Chateau, we’ll have a reunion.” He looked at you. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“I— Yes.” You replied. “It was nice to meet you too, sir.” Marcus chuckled at the nickname before exiting the room with Kiara, the brunette waving at the two of you.

“Okay, let’s go upstairs.” You said once they were done.

You both took the stairs in silence, secretly enjoying each other’s company. JJ didn’t say anything, but he was really happy to be with you tonight. However, it wasn’t easy for him to control himself around you sometimes: his strong emotions tempting him constantly.

“Welcome to my bedroom.” You joked, closing the door behind him. “It’s a bit messy, i wasn’t expecting anyone.” You admitted, scratching the back of your head.

“Oh, really?” He teased, smirking as you smacked his arm. “It’s really pretty.” He said, looking at the lamps around the bedroom: giving a cozy atmosphere to the room. “Is that you?” He asked, pointing at some pictures on the wall, right above the desk.

“Yes with my mom.” You moved next to him. “We were at my grandparents' house, it’s a few hours away from the island.” You explained, the blond humming as he looked at the other pictures.

“I—” He narrowed his eyes, clearing his throat. “I don’t see your dad, anywhere.” He said, before looking at you. “You— You don’t like him very much, right?”

You sighed. “We— It’s complicated.” You walked away, sitting on the bed. “We used to be close, but not anymore.” JJ turned around to look at you, feeling bad for bringing up the subject. “It’s getting worse.”

“I— I’m really sorry.” He said, making you smile. “I should mind my own business.”

“Don’t be silly.” He sat down next to you, taking off his boots. “You wanna learn more about me.” He smirked, nodding. “We jump directly into the sensitive subjects.” You both laughed, getting comfortable against the headboard. “He— He cheated on my mom five months ago.”

“Oh.” JJ murmured. “Does she—”

“She knows about it, she forgave him.” You laughed nervously, looking away. “I can’t believe it, it’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Maybe— Maybe she wants to give him another chance to save your family.” You looked at him. “I’m not defending him, he’s an asshole but—” He paused schrugged his shoulders. “I’m not very good at this—” He laughed nervously. “Maybe, they both realized how important their marriage was. Maybe he’s faithful now, maybe he doesn’t want to lose everything.”

“I don’t know.” You said, sighing. “They’re always fighting, arguing over the most random things.” You smiled sadly, playing with your fingers. “I always end up in the middle.”

JJ wanted nothing more than to wipe away the sad expression on your face. “If— If you need to escape one day, or want some peace.” You looked back at him. “You can come to the Chateau, wherever you want.” You hummed, smirking. “I— You can hang out with us, especially me.”

You both laughed. “Oh, right.” He winked, making you laugh even more. You smacked his arm. “How could a sane person turn down such a nice offer.” You smiled, fleeing his gaze for a second.

“Exactly, Y/N.”

You both calmed down, looking at each other with intensity. Butterflies were emerging in your stomach at the sight: the beautiful vampire caressing your cheek with his thumb. You wanted him so bad, noticing his eyes full of desire moving down to your parted lips. You both couldn’t deny the attraction anymore.

JJ seemed fine on the outside, fighting an intense storm made by his emotions on the inside. His brain was telling him to leave, to run away from here. His heart was telling him to kiss you, to listen to his own desires for once. He wanted you so bad, no matter how risky and dangerous it was. You were this beautiful forbidden fruit to him and he was dying to finally taste it.

But, as soon as you moved closer: his nose brushing against yours, his whole body tensed up and he pulled away from you.

“Oh…” You murmured, heartbroken. “I— I’m really sorry. JJ.” You added, touching your trembling lips. “I— I thought you liked me.” You laughed nervously. “I’m ridiculous.”

“Wait, what?” He asked. “Shit— I do.” You looked back at him, frowning. “I like you, Y/N.” He breathed in and out. “I— I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so badly in my entire life before.”

You blushed at his words. “I don’t understand.” He wanted to tell you the truth. “What’s wrong, JJ?”

“Remember, back in high-school, when you punched Rachel Green in the face?” You nodded, still frowning. “You did it, because she was calling me a Dirty Pogue.” He swallowed hard. “I— I’ve been in love with you ever since.”

Your eyes widened. “Wha— What?” You were extremely confused, shaking your head. “This doesn’t make any sense, you were ignoring me in high-school and at parties. I thought you had a problem with me back then.”

“You’re a Kook.” You rolled your eyes. “I know, it’s ridiculous. But, you were hanging out with my enemies all the time and—” He sighed. “You had a boyfriend back then.” You grimaced at the memory. “I was admiring you, in secret. I was always looking at you, thinking about you. You were making me nervous. But, this was before, through my human life. Everything is different now.”

“I’m so confused.” You rubbed your face. “You don’t like me anymore, now?” He shook his head. “Because you’re one sexy vampire, you probably had sex with beautiful vampire women and i’m nothing more than a boring human girl.” He laughed nervously at your words. “That’s not funny.”

“I— I haven’t had sex in a while.” He admitted. “Vampires’s emotions are way deeper, which means that my desire for you became even more important and stronger.” Your lips parted, cheeks heating up. “It means that my need to feel you is consuming me even more than it was before.” You were breathing heavily, a violent heat igniting your whole body. “But, this is completely different from human relationships. If we start, who knows what could happen. I could break your bones, while fucking you too hard. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. “Holy shit—” You breathed with difficulty, one hand moving to his neck to pull him closer. “I— I don’t care, kiss me.” He chuckled, both hands moving to your waist.

“Don’t say that.” He said. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“You’re torturing me, JJ.” You said back, moving to his lap, sitting down right on his crotch. “Please—” He growled as you moved against him. “One kiss.”

“If you keep doing this—” He sighed, licking his lips. “We both know, it won’t be just a kiss.” You smirked, pressing your forehead against his. “JJ…” He loved hearing his name in your mouth and loved even more how eager you were to feel him. “You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“Shit.” He breathed.

In a second, you were getting slammed against the bed: back pressed against the mattress in a gasp. His body was hovering yours, standing right between your opened legs. His mouth moved against yours through a passionate kiss, your hands moving behind his neck to pull him closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning against him as you felt his hand caressing your bare thigh before firmly grabbing it.

He pulled away, his lips moving to your jawline and neck. He wasn’t out of breath, unlike you, he was unstoppable. You moaned against his ear, sensing him gently biting your skin. He pulled away, sensing the urge to bite you, his eyes turning darker and teeth coming out.

You opened your eyes. “What’s wrong, JJ?” He looked away, not wanting you to see him like this. “Hey, look at me.” He groaned, shaking his head to chase his dark thoughts away. “Hey, it’s okay.” He looked back at you, expecting another reaction as you caress his cheekbones and kiss him softly. “It’s okay…” You repeated quietly, his eyes softening at the sound of your voice. “I trust you.”

He kissed you again. “I— I wanna try something.” You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to make the next move, which he did: moving down and kissing your thighs. “Can— Can I?” He asked, ready to take off your pyjama shorts and underwear.

“Yes, please.” You said, whining as you felt the cold air against your skin. “Shit—” You moaned, head falling back against the pillow as JJ’s hands firmly grabbed your thighs, the feeling of his cold rings against your burning skin making you shiver. “Please, do something.”

He couldn’t believe it, this wasn’t another wet-dream, it was real. He made sure you couldn’t move, holding you tightly against the mattress, his head placed directly in front of your heat. He kissed your bikini-line slowly, wanting to tease you, the anticipation building in your body and driving you crazy.

He moved down. “Better be loud, baby.” You moaned at his words. “I want the whole island to hear you.” You hummed, biting your lower-lip.

“Fuck—” He moved his tongue between your folds, licking all the way up to your clit: sucking on it and looking straight at you in the eyes. “JJ—“ You cried, gripping on the sheets.

He continued devouring his favorite meal with pleasure, trying his best to remain calm as he bruised your thighs with his rough fingers: which made you moan even louder. His tongue wandered through your heat, while your fingers were playing with his soft hair: your whole body shaking at the sensation. He used his thumb against your clit, his tongue focusing on the entrance as he listened carefully to your moans.

“I’m— I’m gonna cum, JJ.” You murmured, looking down at the beautiful vampire between your legs. “Fuck!“ You moaned, his thumb moving fast against your clit, making you shake in euphoria as you tried to close your legs on him. “J— JJ!” He smirked against your wetness, savoring the way you taste. “Oh my god… You’re amazing.”

At midnight you were cuddling him, falling asleep in his strong arms, your arm around his waist and your head resting on his bare chest: using the sound of his heartbeat as a lullaby. He played with your hair and kissed your head until you were peacefully snoring, looking at you with adoration the whole night.

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[vs-redemption]

Crime is Common. Logic is Rare (Ch.27)

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Tension (HawksxGN!Reader)

Plot summary: As a quirk geneticist, you never really imagined yourself getting involved in hero work. Of course, you never imagined catching the eye of a pro hero either. What starts as a great career opportunity turns into a relationship built upon mutual secrets and trust.

Warnings:

⚠️This story contains spoilers from the manga.

⚠️Some events and plot points have been altered from the original manga

Tag List: @gayforkeigo @marshmallow-witch @redflannel @toyo-shiro @elsasshole @astronomyturtle @iambashfulperson @omiwashere

Next Chapter : Chapter Guide

Considering everything you and Hawks had to cope with as a new couple, the relationship itself had gone quite smoothly as far as you were concerned. There was a lot of pressure due to the secretive and dangerous nature of your jobs at present, but disagreements were few and far between, and you were both flexible enough to resolve issues quickly without much heartache. However, the time had finally come for you to butt heads in earnest, and as far as first fights went, you had to believe you both deserved awards for the amount of self-control exercised from both parties.

Neither one of you were allowed to raise your voice, not even on accident in the heat of the moment. Actually, neither of you were allowed to speak at all. You could only scribble back and forth aggressively to convey your feelings because the subject you were arguing over was something neither one of you should have a reason to be discussing in the first place.

That unfortunate topic was Dabi.

You had refused to accept the fire villain’s request for you to spy on your boyfriend, and Hawks was quite adamant that doing so had been the wrong decision. Obviously you understood his concerns about crossing someone as dangerous as Dabi, but as long as Shigaraki’s wellbeing was in your hands, you were fairly certain the villains would leave you basically unharmed. Besides, Hawks was the one who had been against you getting involved any deeper with the League in the first place.

‘He threatened you,’ Hawks scratches down on the paper you were using to have the conversation. This method of communication was becoming frustrating for the both of you, especially since finding time to be together was hard enough as it was without having to waste precious moments of it writing everything you needed to tell each other by hand.

Your eyes slide across the words and the tension that you’d being fighting back ever since the encounter with Dabi began nagging you more persistently in the back of your mind. You do your best to lock the feelings back down and then meet Hawks’ eyes while shrugging off his concern. Certainly, Dabi had threatened you, but your life had already been in danger from the moment Dr. Garaki showed you that he could synthesize Nomu DNA. It wasn’t easy living with that fear, but as long as you had the knowledge inside your brain of what the villains were doing, there would be the chance of them deciding to silence you by taking your life. Adding Dabi into the equation didn’t make that any more or less true.

‘Tell the doctor you’ve reconsidered the offer,’ Hawks aggressively adds a period at the end as if it would turn his words into more of a demand than a suggestion.

It didn’t matter whether he wanted you to do this for your own safety or because he really thought it was the best course of action. You still shake your head even though you hated to see the look of disappointment in his eyes over your answer. You just couldn’t bring yourself to risk it. The villains were already suspicious of your relationship with Hawks. Both Shigaraki and Dabi had brought up the strangeness of dating a hero while helping out the villains. They’d be stupid not to even consider the possibility that you knew about Hawks’ involvement with the league or that one, if not both, of you were playing the role of double agent.

‘Changing my mind now will only make things more complicated.’ You write down the words despite knowing Hawks was smart enough to have already thought of them himself. It was just like the times when you’d mysteriously passed out in Garaki’s lab and encountered Shigaraki for the very first time. Backing out or changing your mind at the wrong moment would send a message to the doctor and the villains. They would wonder who you’d been talking to, or what had transpired after the fact that had made you think twice and go back on things you’d said in the past. It was better to stick to your guns and continue playing the role of morally ambiguous scientist.

‘Not if the information you give them is valuable,’ Hawks counters with a serious look on his handsome face. He looks over at the news reporter rambling from your TV, probably jealous that they were able to talk so freely while he was reduced to passing notes with someone he cared about. He looks back down at the paper and adds, ‘You can give them my real name.’

Upon reading the words, something inside you suddenly snapped, and you fight off the urge to ball up the paper and chuck it at your boyfriend’s head. When you’d first asked him about his name, he’d insisted that ‘Hawks’ was his real name. He’d never explicitly told you that he’d lied back then, but he’d dropped plenty of not-so-subtle hints for you to figure it out on your own. So, it wasn’t so much the reveal that rubbed you the wrong way as it was the timing of it. You pull the paper towards you and pick up the pen.

‘Absolutely not!’ You write and then underline it twice before throwing the pen back down. Hawks looked shocked at your little outburst and slides the paper closer to himself to simply draw a question mark.

A sigh escapes your lips as you study the confusion in his golden eyes. Perhaps it had been a bit of an overreaction. Both you and Hawks had been so careful and logical about everything for so long that there was a certain intimacy missing in the relationship. You had been trying to cope with that fact as best you can, but something about learning his name this way hit you a little differently.

‘Sorry.’ You write the words slowly. ‘I don’t like the idea of finally learning your name just so that I can hand it over to Dabi.’ It made you feel vulnerable to make such a confession because it wasn’t like you to let your personal feelings affect your behavior so strongly. You wanted to be honest with him though, so that the lines of communication between you could be as open as possible.

Hawks reads over your words, features morphing from surprise into sadness as comprehension dawns on him. He meets your gaze before reaching out and pulling you firmly against him. You weren’t sure what to make of the reaction but you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest.

“I never thought of it that way,” Hawks mumbles awkwardly and refuses to let you go for a moment. “You’re right though. It’s not fair.”

You push away from him to look at his face, feeling surprised that he’d even risk saying that out loud. It could probably be passed off as a comment about whatever the news reporter was still ranting about, but you put a finger to his lips to silence him anyway.

“Sorry,” he whispers against your skin.

“Shh!” You reprimand him before taking your finger away and replacing it with your lips, pressing a kiss to his mouth to show him everything was all right and that you weren’t upset with him. He relaxes right away and warps his arms more tightly around you to hold you closer. You had to pull away after a moment though because your time together was limited, and you’d yet to agree on a solution to your problem.

“I love you,” he tells you with a longing in his eyes that told you he hated the current situation just as much as you did.

“I love you too, bird-kun.” You smile while taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. He glances back down at the paper on the table and picks up the pen begrudgingly.

‘I’ll think of something else for you to tell him.’ He meets your eyes to see how you’d respond and is once again disappointed when you shake your head.

‘I won’t be the one to give him anything he can use against you.’ You write your reply.

“I appreciate the sentiment,” he smiles sadly before jotting down his response.

‘If you don’t cooperate, your life will be in danger once Shigaraki wakes up.’

Seeing the truth once again so plainly spelled out gave you pause, but you were determined to stick to the original plan the two of you had agreed to along with the Hero Commission.

‘That’s why we’re going to make sure to end this before that even happens.’ You scribble down the reply before clicking the pen closed. Hawks understood then that you weren’t going to be changing your mind. He sighs quietly and puts his hands up in surrender.

“Ok,” he tells you while glancing at the TV again to check the time. “I have to get back to my patrol soon.”

“I know,” you lean in and kiss him again on the cheek. “I wish we had more time.”

“Can I stop by after you get back from the lab?” he asks although he already knew your schedule.

“Sorry,” you frown. “I’ll be there late tonight. It would be better if you stop by in the morning.”

Hawks grimaced at the thought of you spending so many hours watching over Shigaraki’s unconscious body, but it was at least a little better than being involved with a fully awake Dabi. It was going to be so important for the Heroes to find a way to stop the villains before Shigaraki woke up. More lives than just your own would be in danger if they failed. You trusted Hawks though, and knew he and the commission would do everything they could to prevent the worst case scenario.

“You bet,” Hawks stands up from the couch and stretches his arms and wings as much as he could to prepare himself for his patrol. “Send me a text when you’re awake and I’ll bring coffee.”

“That would be much appreciated,” you smile as you watch him go to the door and pull on his boots and flight jacket. He gives you another quick peck on the lips, says his goodbyes, and before you know it he’s taking off into the sky.

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.19

a/n: so... uhh... nothing much happens here but the last part is worth it :’) i guess? hope ya’ll like this nonetheless! 

warnings: this cannot be read solo

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 20

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

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Two days since that fated encounter with Chronostasis, you were now left with a vacant rest day. And where better place to spend it than with Dr. Hanayaka. Setting an appointment with him, as he liked to call it, you were tasked to help with the blood pressure for each patient he had. Luckily, his schedule wasn’t that straining.

“So you mean to say, his henchman met with you in secret?” Gei asked and raised an eyebrow. With his stethoscope resting on his shoulder and white coat on, it was sometimes hard to believe that this flamboyant man was a well respected doctor. “And handed you trash man’s sim card?”

“Yeah. I’ve already checked the contents of the sim and there’s not a lot to go on.” Aside from your messages, the contents of his inbox were that of an average man’s. Expecting some tea about his trade or even important numbers of other villains, you had to think whether or not Chrono deleted some or not.

“And what about that plan of yours, hmm?” Gei fixed his eyelashes before staring back at you. “What if it backfires and Chrono takes the blame?”

“He won’t. My instructions were clear and I set a time frame as well. Just something to please the heroes for setting me up.”

“You movin over to the dark side, baby girl?”

“Just balancing things out.” You shrugged. “Levi made it clear that they shouldn’t interfere with my relationship with Overhaul. Even though I’m on justice’s side, I still want to tip the scales a bit due to personal reasons.”

“Wouldn’t your badge and title be removed if they found out? And why in Todrick’s name are you so chill with this topic?! Are you certain you don’t have a bug on you?” Your friend eyed you down so quickly. Worried that policemen might end up barging inside his office.

“Don’t worry. I’m wearing new clothes so there’s no way they can. Besides, I’m being as cautious as ever. Seriousness aside, I do have some information you might want to feast on.” You smirked at the mental image of a maskless Chrono.

“Spill…” Gei shifted in his seat and leaned in closer. The look on your face only meant one thing.

“Okay, so Overhaul’s right hand man was the one who met me right? Well~ He took off his mask and I will have to admit the man looked hella fine~”

“Describe! Describe!”

“For starters, he has bluish-gray eyes. Though he looks like he wants to kill a person right there and then, he probably could since his jaw was rather prominent. His voice without the mask is different too.” You watched as Gei listened with such focus. “But, if I were to be honest, describing him doesn’t do him good. He looks really handsome.”

“Why is it always the villains who look good?” Gei commented with a pout. “Hawks aside, because that man is something else, but they just hit different you know?”

“That’s true. Shame they have to wear those masks, though.”

“On the contrary, I think it’s good that they do. Otherwise they’d have to endure the wrath of fan girls.”

“Right. Also feels good when they trust you enough to show what’s behind the mask.” Nodding at your own statement, the memory of having lunch with Overhaul came back. With no given warning, he took off his mask and casually drank water. Realizing that he had done it on purpose, a tiny smile formed on your mouth.

“If you miss him that bad, just call him.”

“He changed numbers and I’m not that desperate to ask Chrono for it. Nao said in due time he’ll contact me but the chances of that are negative.”

“Honey, it’s the modern era. Women aren’t as shy as they were before. If you want something, go and get it. If it is a guy’s new number, then go ahead. It’s not just men who make the first move. And besides, I think Overhoe would be surprised if you just suddenly ring his doorbell.”

“You do realize, I do not have the same confidence as you.”

“Fake it till you make it, boo.” He snapped his fingers in a z-formation.

“You’ve been watching Soopernatural again, haven’t you?”

“Okay, first off, Jenred Padackles is a god and I would worship his feet. Second, that show has references to everything and you can’t deny that.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Standing up from the sofa, you stretched your limbs. “Anyway, I gotta scram.”

“Where you headin’ off to missy?”

“I have to meet up with Nao regarding the Fukuo Kai case.”

“But it’s your day off. Get a life and do something else other than work, (n/n).” Gei threw a pen to your direction but you dodged it effortlessly. “Don’t make me tell your father.”

“It’s only for a few minutes. It’s in preparation for tomorrow.” Not bothering to wait, you exited the room and sofly closed the doors to his office. Time spent with Gei was always an eye opener. However, it still wasn’t enough for you to stoop so low and ring his doorbell.

Making your way out of the hospital, you took a quick stop to the vending machines and chose a cold cafe au lait. Perfect for the hot and humid weather Japan had to offer. Feeling the cold liquid running down your throat was amazing and within seconds, you downed the whole drink. Tossing the empty bottle to the recycle bin, a gust of wind caused you to lose balance.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“I have a meeting to attend to Hawks.” Hawks took his visors off and ruffled his wings. Offering to buy him a drink, he chose a tetra pack of  apple juice. Walking to the vacant bench, you followed him and decided that perhaps his visit would be worth it. “So what did the bird hear today?”

“Twice and Toga Himiko.”

“League of-” Then it hit you. “I see. Since when?”

“Yesterday. One of my informants saw them entering the base and left late at night. They didn’t look too happy about it, though.” Lowering his headphones, he ruffled his hair and stared at the clear blue skies. “Do what you will with this information. Just thought I’d let you know.”

“How and why do you even bother?”

“I work for the HPSC dove. If I don’t want them getting in my head, I gotta kick their crotches first.”

“That’s not the best analogy.”

“Still works though.” He winked and put on his headphones and visors back. Standing up, he offered a hand and you accepted it. Tailing you, Hawks was now opening the door for your car. “And one more thing, another of my birdies caught the scent of the quirk erasing bullets nearing its completion stages. Probably 80% now.”

“That’s fast.” You had to admit.

“Heard he’s been pissed. Be careful baby bird.” Hawks closed your door and saluted before flying off.

80%? That was enough information to speed up the Shie Hassaikai raid. Reaching out for your bag, you took the burner phone you recently purchased and reread each message the both of you exchanged. With two League of Villains now part of the yakuza, the possibility of casualties was much higher now.

Within minutes, you were now on the road. Fingers tightly wrapping the steering wheel. Your thumb bouncing with growing guilt at choosing to hide what Hawks had just said. Of course this wasn’t to ensure his victory, it was to even the field, right? It was the pettiness taking over you and Nighteye going against his words. It had to be.

Turning towards the precinct, you saw your designated parking area. The basement parking was a bit crowded today.

Heading towards the meeting room Tsukauchi had prepared for the small info sharing, you greeted fellow coworkers and kept conversation till you disappeared around the corner. Not too long after, you were now fiddling with your fingers. Basking in the silence till the doors opened revealing your partner and Shinezu. Both men took their seats and commenced the meeting.

“So, Shinezu will be tagging along.” He nodded at your coworker who seemed to be trembling at the thought. “It’ll do you good, Shinez. Trust me.”

“I-I know, Tsukau-kun.” He adjusted his tie, loosening it a bit. “I just think I’m not cut out for this mission you know? I do better behind the scenes.”

“While I believe that’s true, the 4th division works best when you’re around.”

“That’s true.” You agreed. Shinezu may not be the most social cookie out there but his brain was close to Namase. He also had the knack of coming up with solutions when things went wrong. All he needed was to amp his social skills. “We all know the 4th division leader is weak for you.”

“Not t-true.”

“All too true. You’ll be fine, Shinez. Have I ever lied to you?”

When the raven-haired man finally nodded his head, Tsukauchi cleared his throat and relayed the plans for tomorrow. It was the standard undercover data gathering in your books.

“So, to recap, the 4th division will be handling the snooping and we’ll remain on guard should all else fail?” You repeated the information given. Tsukauchi scratched his chin and nodded. Confirming that you had fully understood his message. “All this should happen within 5 hours. Got it. That’s quite cramped but manageable.”

“5 hours was the only allotted time I could fit in.” He scratched his nape and looked away. “You were right when I had to take it slow with my cases.”

“I’m not one to comment~” Waving the conversation aside, you stood up and the others followed.

With the short meeting now over, Tsukauchi and you were now seated in the break room. Cups of coffee present as you exchanged more information about your days and current mission. For a brief moment, despite him not being a part of the Shie Hassaikai Raid, you wanted to pour every single information you had just gained from Hawks. The lingering guilt was much more present now.

“You’re spacing out.” He snapped his fingers in front of you. “You alright?”

“Aside from the growing problem of trashman, I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.” Taking a sip from your coffee, the usual taste of bitterness was strong today. “Nothing to worry about~”

“You should go home, (n/n). I already took up a portion of your time. Any more and I might drown from embarrassment.”

“That’s gross. Even coming from you.” Kicking him from under the table, the two of you laughed before chugging the remaining drops of coffee. “I will take that offer though. Need me some beauty sleep before shit happens again. See ya!”

Hours had passed and you were now stuffing your face with chips. He was right when he said you had purchased too much but you weren’t complaining. The movie playing now was one of your favorites, Prisoner. Gake Jyllenhall was divine in this movie. It was always the twist of the movie that kept you watching it over and over again.

“I wonder if we had watched this… would the wall pinning  happen?” You thought out loud. Shaking your thoughts away from him, you stopped the movie and stored the chips.

Now that you were settled in bed, Overhaul’s jacket rested on top of you. By now, his scent had disappeared and was now replaced by yours. Grabbing your phone, you opened the messaging app and clicked on a certain conversation. Rereading his messages was not the best idea but at least you would be able to relive whatever memories you had created.

Glancing at your desk calendar, in just two months time, you would meet him again. Would things still be the same? Or would things go back to the way they were? Tucking your phone under the unused pillow, you willed yourself to sleep and surprisingly succeeded.

Waking up not so refreshed happened again. But, nothing out of the ordinary. Not being a morning person, you dragged your body away from the bed and began the necessary clothes. Deciding to just buy breakfast, it took you less than an hour to lock your doors and head over to the parking lot.

Making your way up the steps, you met up with Shinezu.

“You look like shit, Shinez.” You teased him. “Take a chill pill.”

“I already did. But it’s still not working. This would be the first case in a while where I’ll interact with others.” Leading the way, the both of you were now walking through the empty hallways. The sounds of your footsteps muffled by the cheap carpeted floors. “How do you guys even manage to survive situations like these?”

“By taking it one step at a time~” Not the best advice for someone who’s socially challenged but it is what it is.

Opening the doors for you, the both of you entered the room and took your designated seats. A bunch of people from the 4th division were now present. Tsukauchi had not yet arrived but it was still early so it was excusable. Exchanging a few small talk, you caught up with what the 4th division was up to till the doors finally opened.

“Good morning everyone.” Tsukauchi greeted. Feet glued to his spot. His eyesight focused on you. “Before we head out, we have a special guest joining us.”

“Holy shit.” Shinezu uttered under his breath.

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a/n: shits bout to go down again! I would like to take this time to thank each one of you who take the time to read this! Unpredictable was supposedly a 10 chapter story but we bout to reach 20 now! i cant really respond to your comments as much but i read all of ‘em and they always make my day :’) my schedule has just been very hectic these days huhu and yeas that ends my rant~ see ya’ll next week! :* and yes, the waiting list is still open :)

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Crush pt1 - peter parker imagine

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part 1 - study hall

               Although none of the other girls in your class would agree with you, you were convinced that Peter Parker was the most attractive guy at Midtown High. He had stolen your heart from the very first day of AP Chemistry, confidently answering some basic questions concerning the structure of carbon compositions, and you basically swooned. You found smart guys unbelievably sexy, and ones who were humble were twice as good. Parker was a quiet kid, very sharp and sensible, but also friendly and courteous. Unlike the other boys at your school, he wasn’t loud mouthed and cocky, throwing outrageous parties and trying to hit on every girl within a five foot radius. It was refreshing to see a guy your age not be obsessed with copying down your homework or trying to invite you to a college frat party. Peter Parker was different, and you liked that about him. You liked it a lot.

            He kept to himself and two his friends mostly, MJ and Ned, which made you more interested in him and his life. Most days he either wore these adorable blue V-neck sweaters or these goofy science pun t-shirts that looked as if ordered in a bulk pack from Amazon. He was a proud member of the photography club, robotics club, debate team, and Science Olympiad. He was one of the smartest people you knew, and in turn, that simply made him the most attractive. Perhaps it was your father who had established your high standard in boys, seeing as he dabbled in astrophysics and technological engineering as a hobby. He was Ironman after all, being an overachiever was practically a household expectation. You were pretty smart yourself, and although it could be looked upon as rude or inconsiderate, the truth was you liked to surround yourself with others who either matched or challenged your intellect.

               Since establishing your crush on Peter Parker, you strived to spend more time with him. You told yourself you could start it off as a friendship with a silly crush and see how things went from there. Towards the end of the class one day, you were determined to talk to the boy. The plan was to ask him to go over some of his notes with you, maybe make it a study date situation, hope he didn’t call your bluff. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand the lesson, you understood everything perfectly fine. Hell, you could probably speak stoichiometry in your sleep. However, you needed a good reason to introduce yourself, so you hoped for the best and decided to take a leap of faith. Nervously smoothing your sweaty palms down on your thighs and gathering your books up from your desk, you walked over to where he was talking to his best friend Ned. “Hey,” you tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around, staring at you with his soft hazel eyes, brunette hair swept up neatly, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

               “Oh hi,” he gave a warm smile and nervously cleared his throat. “What’s uh, what’s up?”

               “I’m y/n, I sit over there,” you pointed out as an introduction.

               “I think I’ve seen you around. Aren’t you Tony Stark’s daughter?” he cocked his head to the side and you groaned slightly, ever the exhausted with being immediately associated with your father.

               “Yup that’s me,” you sighed. “Uh, anyways, I noticed you seem pretty caught up on this lesson and I was having some difficulty understanding some of the concepts, I was hoping maybe I could borrow your notes sometime? If that’s okay?”

               “Oh?” he seemed surprised, but flattered, blush rising to his cheeks. “Sure! Of course. I’m Peter by the way, Peter Parker.” He gave a nervous laugh and then shook his head. “My notes aren’t the neatest in the world but if you think they could help, I’d be more than happy to lend you them for a night or two.”

               “Thanks,” you nodded. “That would be great. I think I’ve seen you in my lunch period too, so I could always just return them to you before class then.”

               “Yeah, yeah,” he agreed. “Or uh, if you wanted, we could always hang out at the library afterschool and I could explain it to you. Protein structural components can get a little tricky sometimes.”

               “For sure,” you chuckled, realizing how lame you probably sounded laughing over chemistry. “I’m usually free afterschool, as long as you’re okay with it, that sounds great to me!”

               “How afterschool tomorrow?” he offered. “Just for an hour or two?”

               “Perfect,” you couldn’t help but blush yourself. “Thanks, Peter. Really.”

               It felt like your heart was beating out of your chest as you walked away, envisioning his adorable smile still in your mind. He was so sweet, and kind, and understanding. Pretty eager too. You had to stifle a laugh as you heard Ned slug Peter on the shoulder and whisper shout, “Dude! You just scored a study date with Y/n Stark!”

               “See ya, Parker,” you turned around and winked, walking out of the classroom and towards your locker.

               The next day in class, you kept glancing back in your chair to look at him, smirking to yourself every time you caught him staring back. He was shy alright, and nervous, but it made him all the more adorable. That morning you made sure to fix your hair up and put on a little bit of lipstick, and after being thoroughly interrogated by your overbearing father, you were able to get out the door in one piece. It wasn’t that you were overexerting yourself into catching his attention, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping to have him compliment you. The rest of the school day, you caught yourself using the rest of your attention to calculate how much time was left until you could rush to the library and actually talk to him for once.

               “I thought you’d never show up,” you teased as he took a seat next to you at one of the tables, setting his backpack down on the floor and sighing.

               “Me either,” he groaned. “Ned wouldn’t stop bugging me about this being a date.” He gave a nervous laugh and turned to you, but you weren’t laughing. Instead you looked at him, smiling sweetly, unable to resist your temptation.

               “It can be a date,” you shrugged, opening up your textbook and waiting for a response, only to catch him dumbfounded, struggling to find words to say.

               “Oh, I mean- I-” he stammered and you chuckled.

               “I’m just playing with you, Parker,” you playfully reassured. “Now come on, open up those science notes so I can take a good look. I’m still lost on the GPCR structure similarities.”

               “That’s what doesn’t really make sense to me though,” he mused, doubtful as he instead swiped your notes across the table, reading them over and pointing at your diagrams. “I think you do. All of these are mapped out perfectly, and your comparisons are spot on.”

               “Well there’s no harm in getting clarification,” you replied, trying to grab back your notes but he held them out of your reach, narrowing his eyes. Peter didn’t buy it.

               “Why do you need my help, y/n? You’re literally the smartest girl in school. Your father is Tony Stark for heaven’s sake, you don’t need tutoring,” he insisted. “If anything, you should be tutoring me.”

               “You?” you scoffed. “Pete, you’re varsity on every academic team there is. No way.”

               “I just don’t get it,” he admitted. “Why’d you ask for my help? It’s obvious you understand the lesson perfectly fine.”

               “Well…” you blinked at him, shocked at how quickly he had seen right through your cover. “I uh, I don’t know.” Your face turned a bright shade of pink and you began to feel queasy. “Can I be honest?”

               “Of course,” he nodded, concerned but also curious as to what you had to say.

               “I just wanted an excuse to talk to you,” you confessed, embarrassed. “I always see you around and you seem so smart and you’re a part of all these clubs and teams and I don’t know…”

               He looked surprised, almost confused, but then smiled. “Me? Why me?”

               “I dunno. You seem really sweet.”

               “Thanks. You too.”

               “I was thinking maybe we could be friends? If that’s not too weird or-”

               “No, no that sounds, that sounds great,” he insisted, clearly flustered. He looked up at you, eyes sparkling, lips curled up in a smile. “You could’ve just asked you know.”

               “Yeah I’m uh, I’m clearly a fool when it comes to those kinds of things,” you laughed nervously, scratching the back of your head.

               “Well, since we’re here anyways,” Peter decided. “Want to do homework together instead?”

               “Sure,” you agreed. “That sounds great.”

               Both of you spent the next couple of hours solving Gauss-Jordan elimination matrices and memorizing resistance series equations. In a lot of ways, Peter Parker was just as much of a nerd as you were. It was comforting to know someone’s brain worked the same way yours did, excited to be challenged with theorems and calculations, determined to find solutions and build upon your already established intellect. When the library eventually closed, you walked to the cafeteria vending machines and grabbed some chips and sodas, exchanging conversation and making each other laugh with stupid jokes.

               “Sit at my lunch table tomorrow,” Peter invited after having added you on snapchat. “MJ and Ned will be there, and you can bring some of your friends if you want too.”

               “Okay,” you grinned. “Count me in.”

               Walking home, your entire stomach was filled with butterflies. Things couldn’t have gotten better. He was genuinely funny, and clever, and really sweet too. You hoped and prayed things would go well between you two. Practically skipping to the elevator, you tried to hide the stupid smile on your face in hopes that your dad wouldn’t pry too much. However, you instantly cringed when you heard JARVIS’ voice greet you as the doors slid open and you reached your floor.

               “Good evening, Miss Y/n. It seems that you have finally arrived home from school,” he chirped and you groaned, knowing what was to follow. “Your father has requested that I alert him upon your arrival, he has been inquiring about your whereabouts-”

               “Yeah, yeah, I know JARVIS,” you mumbled, setting your bookbag on your chair and frowning. “I came home late, I was at study hall with a friend.”

               “You are approximately three and a half hours late from your usual arrival,” JARVIS informed.

               “I am aware,” you insisted yet again, noticing your dad march towards you from a hall. Part of you was surprised he even noticed you were gone at all. Most of the time he was either out with the Avengers on a mission or cooped up in the lab working on a new project.

               “And where were you afterschool, young lady?” he inquired, arms folded, peering at you above the rim of his glasses.

               “I was at study hall with a friend,” you repeated, chewing at your lower lip, trying to play it off. “It took a little longer than I thought it would, I’m sorry.”

               “You couldn’t give me a call at least?” he asked, annoyed.

               “I didn’t think you cared,” you shrugged.

               “Well I’m your father, so I do,” he argued and you nodded, growing quiet and waiting to hear whatever scolding you had coming to you.

               Sometimes you wondered why he was constantly on your case. Maybe with him being an Avenger and all, always exposed to threats and danger, it translated to him being constantly worried about you. You knew it was just cause he cared, but at times, it did get a bit overbearing. You’ve learned by now to just nod your head and respond with “yes dad” and “I’m sorry dad” interchangeably.

              “Much less, why are you all dolled up?” he looked you up and down in disapproval. You glanced down at your skirt and sweater, remembering the way he had inquired about your hair and makeup this morning. He wasn’t wrong. You rarely ever put any effort into your appearance when it came to going to school. You usually threw on some jeans and a hoodie and made your way out the door. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to impress someone.”

             “I’m not,” you lied, rolling your eyes. “I just felt like changing it up today.”

            “Uh huh,” he drew out. “Twenty bucks says your little friend at study hall was a boy.”

            “Dad!” you whined and he smirked.

            “That’s all I need to know,” he threw up his hands defensively, secretly proud of himself. “Hey kid, get your homework done and then meet me in the lab. Bruce has a project for you concerning some Dijkstra’s algorithms that are right up your alley.”

            “Lucky for you I already got my homework done in study hall,” you pointed out. “So let me grab a snack real quick and I’ll meet you down there.”

            “That’s my kiddo,” he smiled proudly. “See ya in a bit.”

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Hearth Fires 2: Sneaky Like a Cat

Pairing: Remi Denier x OFC

Summary:  Lorel Maddox just wants to live as a human, run her bakery in peace, and forget. Unfortunately, the alpha of the local leopard pack has very different ideas. Remi Denier doesn’t know what to make of the female Changeling who wants nothing to do with him or the RainFire pack. He does know that he has a driving need to protect her. Even if it’s from herself. While they’re embroiled in a battle of wills, there’s a war brewing on the horizon. The outside threat could not only destroy everything they hold dear, but tear apart the fragile new bonds of the Trinity Accord, plunging the world into bloodshed to rival the Territorial Wars of centuries past.  

Word count: 2466

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Beta read by the invaluable pandabearer

Remi entered a familiar code into the comm screen and sprawled out on the large cushions scattered around the main floor of his aerie.  Waiting for the call to connect, he cracked a longneck and took a swig.  Stomach rumbling, he wished he’d at least gotten a cupcake before scaring the piss out of the little baker.

He knew she didn’t intend any harm to the pack.  But sometimes what happened wasn’t what one intended, as he knew very well.  Just like he hadn’t intended to throw out that ultimatum. He’d wanted to get a sense of her and make the offer.  Then she’d turned him down and it was like his brain had switched off and his alpha hindbrain had taken over.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been turned down since he started building RainFire; it was, however, the first time a lone submissive female had said no.  Generally, ones like her didn’t go roaming for as long as she had. The feeling that something was amiss with her hadn’t left him, like an itch that he just couldn’t scratch.

“I’m flattered I’m your drunk dial,” Lucas Hunter said dryly, “but I have a mate.”

“I’d’ve to be drinkin’ bad hooch to be drunk dialin’ your laide tchew,” he snorted.  “And I’d hope it’d make me blind.”

Hunter snorted, then reached down out of view of the screen and picked up a little, black cub by the scruff of her neck.  Naya purred loudly enough that Remi could hear it and butted her forehead against Lucas’ face, even though her body continued to dangle limply in his grasp.

“You know better than that,” her father frowned at her, unfazed by the cute affection, and tapped her nose.  The responding mewl was adorable enough to pierce even the most jaded heart. “No, you can’t have a cookie, but you can say hi to Remi.”  He pointed to the screen and set her on his lap. A fluffy black tail rose high and curled at the end in greeting.

“Quoi se fais du mal, possede?”  His cat stopped its irritated pacing and chuffed in amusement at the pair of bright green eyes that now took up most of the screen as she leaned in to greet him.

“She’s been using my chair as a scratching post.”  Remi coughed to cover a laugh at the other man’s deadpan expression that barely hid his amusement.  At the recount of her misdeed, she flopped onto her back and put one paw over an eye as if to say “oops.”  Hunter had answered in his office at DarkRiver HQ. If he’d been at home, which had cushions instead of traditional furniture much like Remi’s own, his daughter would have sharpened her claws on a tree instead.  “Can you make it quick? I have a meeting in ten.”

Remi laid out the situation to Lucas, who listened without interruption.

“She says she didn’t know ‘bout the expansion.”  He spread his hands wide.

“You posted to Packnet?”  Hunter referred to the network utilized by Changelings all across the world.  Even loners used it, primarily to keep track of claimed territory to avoid accidentally trespassing.  A mistake meant death for a predatory Changeling.

“’Course I did,” Remi snapped in frustration.  Lucas let that one slide. “Damnedest thing is she says she’s never heard of it!”  He ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Bullshit,” he snorted, then darted a glance at Naya, who’d climbed up to drape herself across his shoulders.  “You just don’t like your options.”

“Could you run a submissive off your lands?” he snarled.  Lucas gave a low warning growl to remind him that they were both alphas; his cub stopped kneading his shoulders and her ears swivelled forward, looking for the threat.  Remi had to rein his cat in before they got into a pissing match; it had been on edge since he stepped into the bakery. The animal, too, was disturbed with the mystery that was Lorelei Cain Maddox.

“Buy her land, her mortgage, and any other debt out from under her if she doesn’t play ball.  It doesn’t have to come to combat.” A ruthless solution from an alpha who was as accustomed to fighting in the boardroom as he was with teeth and claws.  The merciless alpha stroked his daughter’s back, lulling her back to her sleepy state. He looked like a damn villain when he did that in that chair.

“Mais.”  Blowing out a breath, he took another drink to give himself time to consider the suggestion.  He shouldn’t have made the offer at all if she made his hackles rise, not until he figured out why.  Now he had to deal with the fallout and any leverage would serve to protect the pack, even if he didn’t use it to force her hand.  “Might have to. She looked like she’d rather chew an arm off than listen to me.”

“I can’t blame her if you were your usual charming self.”  Remi flipped him the bird, but there was no heat in his accompanying glare.  Lucas huffed in laughter. “You can’t help those who don’t want to be helped, you need to focus on your own.  If she won’t play ball with you, she might with your enemies.”

“Ca me rapelle, there’s something else I wanted to talk to you about.  I’m forwarding you something.” He set his bottle down and fired off the email as he spoke.  “Several folks in town reported receiving this.”

“’Trinity’s Goal is Human Genocide’,” Lucas read the subject line with a snort.  “’We won’t be replaced, trying to take power, subjugate the human race…’ Yeah, we had something like this awhile back, so did StoneWater.  Do you know where it came from?”

“We got someone working to trace it.  I was wonderin’ if your people have time to look at it, might be tied to the one you mentioned.”  The older pack had resources that RainFire simply didn’t have yet and he wasn’t above asking for help to keep his pack safe.

“It might be the same group, but extremists tend to use the same catchphrases; it’s like they just swap out the nouns.  I recommend keeping your sentinels on alert.” Remi nodded. He’d already briefed those that hadn’t brought the situation to his attention, but if this was a larger threat then they needed to know that, too.

“We’ve got some friends in the city, I’ll ask them to keep their ears to the ground.”

“This might be an individual, but if it’s a cell working to sway public opinion your friends will probably hear of it first.  I’ll have my team see what they can find.” Lucas’ eyes narrowed, but that didn’t hide the teasing glint in his green eyes that looked so much like his cat’s.  “You know, the mentorship was only meant to last the first year.” While that year had passed nearly nine months ago, the two of them had kept in regular contact.

“You don’t have to answer my calls,” he shrugged and tucked a hand behind his head.  “I could always ring up Hawke. Say, you got his number?”  Hunter scowled at the mention of the SnowDancer alpha.

“Are you so hard up you’d ask a wolf for help?”

“I’m asking my Trinity representative for help with somethin’ that might be a bigger problem, but if you’re too busy…”

“Naya, say ‘adieu’ to Oncle Couillon .”  She waved her tail back and forth.

“Bye-bye, cher.”  Remi blew the cub a kiss.  “Donne la belle Sascha un bec pour moi.”  Before hanging up, Lucas gave him one last scowl for telling him to kiss his mate for the other alpha.

He pulled out his organizer and began to plot.  She might be stubborn, but he had an entire pack behind him and he wasn't afraid to use it.

At the sound of the front door opening, Lorel set down the cranberry coloured frosting she was piping onto rows of cupcakes.  She wiped her hands off on a damp white washcloth that was already smeared pink and red with previous uses.

Stopping in the archway that led to the front, she stifled a groan.  The customer who’d entered with her daughter was a changeling: a leopard, to be specific, and one of many who'd managed to wander into her shop over the past week.  Even if she didn’t have a note in her scent that matched an element of Denier’s, she obviously had to be a member of RainFire.  It seemed like she'd already met half the freaking pack, and, in the southern custom that she was rapidly coming to learn, a quick chat was at least half an hour long.

She could hardly refuse to serve the woman; not only was it illegal, but it would be hypocritical.  Besides, changelings were extremely loyal and prolific customers at their favourite restaurants due to their higher caloric requirements.  And not to mention it was probably unhealthy for her if she pissed off RainFire.

Somehow, she was sure the asshole was behind the parade of leopards in her bakery, even if she had no way of proving the suspicion.  She had seen some underhanded tactics in her time, but this latest was the lowest of the low.  Standing up straight, she braced herself.

A little girl in a lavender tutu dress toddled up to the display case like she’d found Nirvana.  Her dark hair was tied up in loose buns that bobbled with every step of her purple, glitter rainboots.  It was impossible not to smile at the sheer joy that lit up her face, which was marked with what looked like slashes from a set of claws, yet they lacked the pigmentation and texture of scars.  They appeared to be birthmarks, albeit pale instead of dark.

“Cookie, pease?”

Seriously, those big, guileless eyes should be registered as lethal weapons.

“What kind would you like?” Lorel asked after glancing at the adult with her to make sure it was ok.

“Dat one!”  A tiny finger pressed to the plas-glas pointed to a set of sugar cookies shaped and frosted to look like various types of leaves: green fading to brown, yellow to red, and whatever other combination had occurred to her at the time.  Lorel picked one of her favourites: a maple leaf with yellow at its centre, surrounded by orange, and turning to red at the edges. For the veins, she’d drawn a knife through the frosting to create lines of colour that bled outward through the gradations.

“Make it a dozen, please, and a dozen each of the caramel apples, the maple pecan cupcakes, and, ooh, pumpkin cheesecake snickerdoodles,” the woman said, her eyes lighting up with the last order.

She nearly did a double-take.  That was her entire stock of each of those items and over half of her seasonal items.  Not that she was about to complain. She wrapped the maple leaf in a napkin and handed it to the girl, experience telling her that it wouldn’t last enough to warrant packaging.

“Thank you!” she chirped and rose on her tiptoes to take the leaf.  The cookie was bigger than both of her hands. Settling back on her heels, she took a bite and exclaimed in delight, eyes going impossibly wide.  Lorel struggled to breathe past the ache in her chest.

Avoiding eye contact with both of them, she quickly boxed up the goodies.  The sooner she got them out of there, the sooner she could breathe easy again.  It didn’t help that her cat was currently clawing at her with a fierce need to play with the cub.   Kid , she mentally reprimanded herself.

“Is something wrong?”  Lorel stared at the other woman for a heartbeat before she realized she’d been shaking her head while silently rebuking herself.

“Oh no.”  She donned a smile like well-worn armour.  “Just talking to myself. Thinking about how many to bake tomorrow, you know?”

The customer nodded and hummed in agreement, but something in her eyes said she wasn’t buying it.  

“It must be hard to move to a town where you don’t know much of anyone and take over your aunt’s business.”

Lorel’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t trust sympathy from a cat, not even one with a child that appeared to be loved and treasured.

“Small towns, everybody knows everybody.”  The other woman shrugged off the suspicion cast her way.  “By the way, I’m Tien and this is JoJo.” JoJo was currently spinning in the sun streaming through the window and watching her skirt flare out.  The glitter in her boots flashed brilliantly in the light. With each bite of her cookie, she hummed a happy little tune.

The pang in her chest was back.

“Lorel,” she flashed her customer service smile, the small one when she wasn’t really feeling like smiling.  Luckily, she was ringing up the sale and therefore had an excuse to avoid anything more than briefly flicking her eyes at Tien.  Then she gave the total and they went through the ritual of the transaction.

“Here’s my number.”  Tien jotted down the code on a slip of paper she’d found in her purse.  “Let me know if you ever want to talk or if you ever want to… I’d say go for coffee, but,” she broke off with a laugh and gestured at the espresso machine.  “Do lunch or something.”

She couldn’t decline without being rude, and being rude in a small southern town would spell disaster for her business.  And the other woman’s smile was so broad and genuine that she smiled back despite herself.

“Thank you.”  Lorel took the scrap and slipped it into her apron; today it was yellow and edged at the bottom with lace.  The lavender flowers on it matched the full-skirted dress she wore.

“Come on, kidlet.”  Tien herded the girl towards the exit.

“Bye!”  JoJo waved and skipped out the door, offering a bite of her cookie to her mom, who accepted with an “mmm!”

Lorel sank back against the counter and thrust her hands into her pockets, idly fingering the contact number.  How could they be so happy and obviously well-adjusted in a pack with an autocratic asshole like Denier? Although, was there really any other kind of alpha?  In her admittedly limited experience, the answer was no.

And yet neither of them had, had the hollow, guarded eyes that were the result of abuse from those in power.  While the rest of the pack seemed friendly enough, no doubt the carrot to Denier’s stick, it wasn’t something she was used to.

She crumpled up the paper and tossed it in the recycler.

No matter how honest she appeared to be, Tien was still Denier’s pawn.

Notes:   Remi isn’t canonically Cajun, it’s left ambiguous (“with a name like that sounds like he should be hunting gators in a swamp somewhere”).  But I like the idea that he can play the dumb swamprat, or the suave southern gentleman, or a shark in the boardroom because he learned how to dominate whatever room he was in and that he had to learn to blend in (*foreshadowing of my personal HC’s).

I'm a bit of a language nerd. The evolution of Louisiana French is interesting because it basically takes Acadian French and drifts it, then splices in some Choctaw.  And it appears to share some quirks and sentence structure with French Creoles. I'm not sure if that's due to sharing a "parent" language (I don't know enough to say) or due to cultural exchange in the region.

The Cajun French in this chapter comes from published dictionaries and articles written by native speakers, then cross-referenced (or simply plugged into google to see if similar results pop up). Then if I need to conjugate something or figure out grammar, I'll run it by my spouse who speaks Quebecois (which evolved from Acadian, too), but isn’t French Canadian.  So if it’s atrocious, my apologies and please let me know.

Laide tchew - ugly ass

Quoi se fais du mal - what trouble have you been getting into?

Possede - literally possessed one, a term for a mischievous child

Mais - Literally French for “but.” According to kenwheatonwrites.com it “means “well then,” and is used to delight, shock, exasperation — any number of things. It’s almost like “dude” or “fuck” in its ability to morph into anything depending on situation, tone, delivery and other factors.”

Ca me rapelle - That reminds me

Oncle - uncle

Couillon - idiot, imbecile, funny person. In standard French, it means dickhead or bastard. I like to think that Lucas knows standard French, which helps him to understand Remi when he's slipping into his native patois. ;)

Donne la belle Sascha un bec pour moi - give the lovely Sascha a kiss for me

Fun fact: "bec" can mean "kiss" and "beak." So I'll tell my pet birds "bec la bec!" I'm easily entertained, what can I say?

[mystic-scripture]

Prolific Scene: Grief Assessments

Continuing off my post from here, I’m making my way through the ten week time lapse. I’m still not sure If I’ll do anyone as in depth as this one or her one for Spencer, but I do want to make an attempt at going through all the team. Nothing has really jumped at me for Rossi or Garcia (ironic given their family, but it’s explained in this) and I don’t think Wendy would have that much of a relationship with Ashley. Anyway, enough rambling, and on to the writing.

Wendy sat on Hotch’s couch, her knee bouncing and her arms crossed as she glanced at him across the coffee table. She knew she was reading as closed off, and that it would be recorded along with everything else. He was profiling her before they even spoke about the elephant in the bullpen so to speak. That was, in fact, the entire point of these mandatory grief assessments. Except, traditionally speaking, it was something the whole team underwent, and Strauss was the one to conduct them. 

So why she was sitting in front of her SSA, she didn’t know. If anything it strengthened her arguments that she’d been having with herself. She hadn’t forgotten about the suspicious behavior between him and JJ. So, while he was having his go at profiling her she was doing it right back, or at the very least attempting to. Unfortunately, he had been at this a lot longer than she had, and everything she learned was from him. It was part of the reason she was stubbornly waiting for him to initiate, trying to parse out who could stay silent longer. The answer came after she took a sip of the offered tea without breaking eye contact. 

“I suppose I’ll start with answering the question you're making a point not to ask.” He said, stating the obvious first. “Why am I doing this instead of Strauss?”

“That would be because I know that every member of this team, present company included, finds her to be an evil that isn’t necessary at this time. More accurately, she’s a dragon that we don’t bother unless we really have no other options.” She quipped, offering a shrug as she put the tea down and returned her arms to their crossed position. 

“That is,” he cleared his throat, trying to control the smile that tried to twitch at the corners of his mouth. “Certainly one way to put it.”

“Well I figured it was more diplomatic than ‘Heinous Bitch’.” She offered a half smile of her own. “Probably would look better on paper, too.”

She felt her smile grow as she earned one, paired with a small chuckle from her boss. She always felt a swell of bride in getting him to smile, aside from being Jack, it was rare to achieve it. She didn’t let it show though, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him to contradict her. They both knew he wasn’t going to, the point to break the tension between them.

“Besides, given your need to control this team with everything you have…” She mused, swirling her mug slowly in one hand. “And how close to the vest the team plays it amongst each other, let alone any perceived outsiders; you were the logical solution.”

She watched the subtle twitch in his eye as she called him out for his alpha male personality, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he focused on her, allowing his attention to shift ever so slightly where she could slip past his walls. It was a blend of Rossi and his teachings; lighten the mood then attack the subject’s pride. He nodded slowly, his eyes shifting up and down her face. His face was set into the neutral, yet stern expression. Lips and eyebrows were straight, and to the point, much like his speech patterns. From what she could tell, everything was annoyingly familiar. The pause broke as she sighed, deciding that getting to the point was best for both of them.

Wendy pulled her lips inward, biting the middle before puffing them out. As he refocused his gaze, she stated the truth. “Denial and Anger.”

“What?” 

He shook his head, as if he didn’t understand. She knew that he did, of course, it was just a ploy to make her comfortable enough to continue talking. Blue eyes met brown in annoyance, rolling slightly when they found nothing. 

“That’s where I am right now.” She clarified, unable to stop her hands from twisting with each other. “Five stages of grief and all that? I mean yes I’d agree that I’m depressed, as well, and there has been plenty of bargaining. Hell, I wouldn’t be lying if I sat here and said I still feel all of them aside from acceptance. But Denial and Anger...those two are the most prevalent.” 

“So what do you do?”He relaxed with her familiar babbling, but only slightly, his hand moving along the lined pad of paper in his lap. “How do you rationalize it?” 

“Well, Denial is self explanatory and common in cases like this.” She recited, her voice taking a clinical approach. 

Her body, however, betrayed her as she started picking at her fingernails. She’d only started the habit after the funeral, but it was oddly comforting to her. Whether or not Hotch noticed it, wasn’t shown in his face, but indicated in the new writing on his pad. She didn’t pause, pushing forward as she felt her knowledge push away her feelings, if only for a moment. 

“This can’t be happening, I can’t believe she’s gone…” She placed the tea back on the table, rotating in his direction. “This has to be some twisted nightmare, so on and so forth.” 

“But the anger?” Hotch pressed, his eyes not leaving his notes. “Where would you say that is currently placed?”

“I could lie to you and say that it’s hard to pinpoint.” She stated, picking her words carefully. She knew that in order to get something from him, she was going to need to give. However, her methods were all she had against him. “Doyle for his part in it, Emily herself for running away, Me and Derek...but that is mostly logic and the aforementioned bargaining talking more than my actual feelings.” 

“Why Derek?” His face softened with curiosity. “Was there a shortcoming that wasn’t mentioned in your reports, something that he did wrong?” 

“No, we played it straight, it’s nothing like that.” Wendy sighed,  standing up to pace, her hands weaving her thought process in front of her. “He did everything he was supposed to, he stayed and tried to stabilize her, clearing the room before stopping. It was me who messed up. I pushed forward leaving in a futile attempt of hubris. We didn’t both need to be there, and he had backup, so I ran down the hall, trying to track Doyle.”

“But he was gone,” She paused, her hands freezing along with her legs. “I hadn’t seen the extent of her injuries, he’d gotten to her so quickly. When I heard him call out for help, I doubled back so fast I’m surprised I was able to stay upright after. I’d foolishly thought she was fine, I thought-I don’t even know what I thought, all I could do was stand there and stare after calling for the medic.”

 She gulped, blinking so as not to focus on it. She’d refused to do a cognitive interview for this very reason. She hadn’t wanted to think about it, her mind compartmentalizing it behind a wall of facts. She hesitated, she froze, and she hated herself for it. Having let the truth out for the first time, she felt a knot twist in her gut. She hadn’t even told Spencer about that, and Derek told her not to mention it. They’d done the best they could and that was what mattered on paper. But paper didn’t keep the nightmares at bay, and paper didn’t twist into her everyday thoughts to shame her. 

A silence fell over the room as she slowly slumped back onto the couch, cradling the teacup in her hands. It wasn’t particularly hot anymore, her hands barely feeling the heat within, but it was something that kept her hands busy. She’d given up on her own hunt into Hotch’s mind, her thoughts circling around her confession. 

“Wendy…” She turned to meet her mentor’s gaze. “Are you in any way qualified to help with the sort of injuries Emily sustained? Do you have a medical degree?” 

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m the on field tech support.”

“If that’s what you need to hear, the yes.” He tilted his head as if to accept her self depreciation. “So, what could you have possibly done to help in that situation.” 

“Look, I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.” She mumbled, setting the tea down to level her gaze at him. “Intellectually, I get it, I shouldn’t blame myself, we did everything we could. Everything was done right.”

She grit her teeth watching the pen scratch across the paper, eyes barely leaving hers. 

“But with all due respect, Hotch you weren’t there. I deserve to feel like this, to let this guilt fill me. When it really mattered most,  I cared too much about the suspect than I did about my own teammate. I left her bleeding out on the floor while I chased a lost cause. I was too focused on my job to worry about my friend.” 

“I may not be as smart or have a steel trap of a mind like Reid does, but I still could have worked something out. Looking back there are several ways I could have helped. I should have known, something, anything that could help. But instead, I froze, and just stood there: useless. Sure I called for Medics, sure I told Derek not to pull the plank of wood she had sticking out of her stomach, but what did that to in the end?” 

“Morgan did the only thing you could have done.” Hotch raised his eyebrows at the look she gave him. “Think about it, he applied pressure, and was there for her until someone qualified showed up. You did the right thing.” 

“Again, logically, I am aware of that.” She sniffed, rubbing at her nose stubbornly. “But the stupid chemicals in my brain that control emotions that have a different idea.”

“Then let’s talk about how you’re coping with that.” The pad slid onto the coffee table, his entire focus on her now. While she didn’t meet his gaze, she could feel it, the usual intensity of it gone as concern came to the forefront. “How is this affecting you and Reid?”

“I can’t provide an answer for that.” Wendy stated, averting her gaze just as quickly as she met it.

“Can’t or Won’t?”

She bit her lip in thought, debating the answer. How could she tell him that it was both? She knew it would come up eventually; it was inevitable. Ever since the hospital, things had been strained between them, Wendy watching Spence slowly slip away from her. This was different than when Gideon left, different from when he was using. They’d been uncharacteristically distant and she didn’t know how to help him. Usually, she was instant on her presence, and letting him know she was there. This time though, this time that was only met with deflection and him pulling away. If she was to be honest, this was the part she really didn’t want to talk about.  

“Let’s just say things aren’t quite normal at the moment.” She stated, doing her best to keep her body language as neutral as possible. “And answering your question would require me to interact with him enough to form a diagnostic for you to interpret.” 

“So you haven’t seen each other? What about Garcia?” His brow furrowed, lips falling into a slight frown. “You’ve at least seen her and talked to her, have you?” 

“She’s my cousin, obviously I’ve seen her.” She snipped, offended by the implication that she was isolating herself on purpose. It made the guilt of trying to read his expression dissipate a little, especially when she recalled some microexpressions when she recounted the incident they were here about. But only a little

“And I’m not providing any profiling of her.” Rushed out of her lips, a little harsher than she intended. “She’s pretty easy to read as it is, you don’t need insider trading.” 

He let out a ‘hmm’ of interest, making her look up at him quizzically. “There’s no need, I’ve already assessed her. Though, she did the same thing, maybe with a little less hostility. She also knows that she can’t read you.” 

“Not for lack of trying on her part. She even tried to take me to a couple sessions of the group she runs.” Wendy rolled her eyes. “Trust me, it’s better for everyone involved that I not participate in group therapy scenarios.” 

She thought there was an ever so slight wince at her words. If it was in regards to how she reacted to Penelope, or if it was the use of ‘trust me’ she wasn’t sure. But there was no denying the pull to his lip, almost like she’d said something that disappointed him. She didn’t look at him head on, acknowledging her solidarity in the feeling. Nervous about what he wrote, she instead focused on him from the corner of her vision, playing with her mug again. 

A part of her thought it was an appropriately nice and thorough gesture on Hotch’s part; grabbing one of her own mugs. It showed his care in his team outside of the professional scope. Wendy felt a slight uptick in her pulse, a physical manifestation of anxiety, when he spent a few more seconds than previously on his notes. She kept quiet though, sipping at her drink as she kept a subtle gaze on him. When he was done, she tilted her head in tandem with him, ready to continue. 

“Maybe you don’t grieve in the same ways, but have you talked to her?” She shook her head slowly, causing him to push on. “But isn’t that what family’s for, comforting each other in times of loss? Why build up the walls?” 

“Because I know Penny, and she is going to push all her own stuff aside to focus on someone else.” Wendy placed her drink down with a sigh. “And that is a distraction to the team that we can’t afford. I also know that while she means well, when it comes to things like this, her comfort is ineffective. At least with me, anyway. She has enough raw emotion on her own without lumping my emotions and relationships into a loss that affects both of us.” 

“So there is something you’re avoiding telling me about your relationship?” He held up his hands, putting the pad down. “Saying this as a friend, not your supervisor, but that rings an opposing tune to your deflection earlier.” 

“Doesn’t necessarily make it an invitation to pry.” She defended, smiling despite her blunt tone. 

She couldn’t help it; it was challenging to be so guarded around Hotch. She hated herself for harboring these suspicions, knowing he has and will always put the team first. The man lost his wife long before she was killed by his enemy. However, his line of questioning was a little too pointed for her to ignore. Not that she was. She wasn’t crazy, she saw Hotch and JJ talking in the hospital, she saw the looks they shared at the funeral. It wasn’t her grasping at straws, it wasn’t her grief making up illusions in her mind, she was sure of it. She knew how to separate emotion from reality. Or so she thought, but seeing the culmination of his efforts to make her feel comfortable gave her doubts.

“While that’s a fair statement, there’s a part of you that wants to discuss it.” He said, pulling Wendy from her thoughts and back to the conversation at hand. “What’s on your mind?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth, fighting against his soothing tone. “Whether or not you asked him anything regarding our personal relationship.” 

“Deflect all you want,” He said, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “But it’s your subconscious that keeps circling back to it.”

“Don’t know why, there isn’t much to tell.” She picked up the mug to take another sip of tea. “I already told you; we haven’t really seen each other much.” 

“But he’s your partner, in more ways than one.” Hotch reminded her, “Which makes that unusual for the pair of you, correct?” 

“We’ve worked three cases, in which you’ve been pairing me with Rossi or Morgan, each had our own parole consults, and I’ve been helping Penny narrow down cases to take on.” She deadpanned, “We may have lost a team member, but the killers didn’t slow down.”

“That never seemed to stop you two before.” He mused, raising an eyebrow. “You two have been here later than me sometimes when I know neither of you had particularly heavy work loads.”  

She paused, not willing to give into him with that. Yes, they were rather physical for a lot longer than they were together, but that wasn’t what he was asking. The emotions were something they still worked on day to day, and that was all she was going to discuss with her coworker. Unfortunately, her face warmed, and her eyes widened in surprise, giving him everything he needed anyway.

“Well, now that you’ve confirmed it, thanks by the way I owe Rosse twenty bucks.” He gave her a look where he had a half smile, but his eyes challenged her to call him on his bluff. She decided on laughing humorlessly, rolling her eyes. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, either of yours, there’s more to it than that.” She explained, tapping her foot a couple of times. “You know what, okay, I’ll admit it, I’m worried about him. Ever since the hospital and the funeral it feels like he’s pulling away from me even when he’s there, but that’s grief. I’m not going to force him on the issue when I know that JJ’s been helping him. When he needs me he knows where I am so that I can do my part, until then, I can’t really do or say anything else at the moment without sounding callous or jealous.” 

“What about, your needs?” Hotch said, sounding genuinely concerned for her. She avoided his gaze, not wanting the confirmation. “You suffered a loss as well, and we’ve spent this entire conversation circling it outside of your confession that you’re angry at yourself for something you couldn’t control. It hardly seems fair for you to help anyone without processing your own feelings.” 

 “I know, but that’s pain.” She stated, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “As the Dread Pirate Wesley said: ‘Life is pain. Anyone who says different is trying to sell you something.’”

“On that note, I think that’s where we’ll stop. For today, at the very least, I may call upon you again.” Hotch stood, moving to open the door for her. “Until then, know that my door is always open.” 

“Technically you just had it closed.” She teased, stretching upwards and taking her empty mug with her. “But thank you, I do appreciate it.” 

He gave her a quick smile, nodding to her as she made her exit. Wendy offered a half smile in return before starting the walk down to the bullpen. A part of her wanted to throw him a bone, tell him that maybe she was jealous. JJ was in the picture far longer than Wendy had, and she knew about his crush. Their similarities had always been a source of insecurity. That is until she paused on the stairs, to glance back at him. 

She doubted he was even aware of it, but she watched him, his figure moving ever so slightly as released whatever tension he was holding. If he was going to keep secrets from her, it was more than fair that she do the same.

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[v3rd]

Title: What The Full Moon Brings

Rating: E

Words: 1711

Summary: The morning after a full moon brings some awkward revelations about Shuichi’s new form, as well as signs of his changing relationship with Kaito.

Shuichi stirred with the morning sunlight brushing his cheeks, the warm light easing past his closed eyelids and into his head. Unprepared, a soft whine left him as he rolled away, trying to hide his face so he could resume his rest. He was so warm... so comfortable... and still so tired.

A few more minutes of flickering in and out of consciousness was all he managed to get, however, as what he'd assumed to be his pillow suddenly took a deep breath, another grumbling whine leaving a throat that wasn't his own. Shuichi's body sunk lower on the bed as the support was pulled out from under his head, the side of his face quickly finding the bed sheets.

"Mm..." Shuichi reluctantly peeled his eyes open, shifting until he could prop himself up on his arms. His body shivered from air rushing over cold sweat. But he hardly had time to linger on that as his eyes landed on the person next to him.

Kaito.

His face flushed. He... somewhat remembered how he'd gotten here. Since being bitten by a werewolf, he'd had to deal with the consequences of being forced to shift every full moon. The first time, Hope's Peak had prepared an enclosure for him to use. It wasn't much better than a glorified cage--he'd hated every second in that room.

So, when this next full moon had drawn closer, he'd approached Kaito, and... well, he'd initially only vented about how the school's solution wasn't ideal, which had led to Kaito's offer to stay with him instead. Always the one to take risks, Kaito's lack of regard for his own safety didn't surprise Shuichi. And, of course, there had been nothing he could say or do that would deter him, so Shuichi relented, deciding that if things got dangerous, that Kaito would follow through with his reassurance of getting help.

The night itself was but a blur in Shuichi's mind. He could faintly recall when he'd started to feel off--the sign he'd begun to recognize meant he was starting to shift. A quick glance around the room revealed no damage, thankfully, but he did see the shredded remains of the clothes he'd worn the day before. Modesty had won out, and he paid the price for it.

That sight sparked a thought in his mind, and he quickly looked down to see his bare body, lower half only just covered by the thick space comforter draped over the two of them. As if he wasn't embarrassed already, sleeping in the same bed as someone he was admittedly very attracted to--and not only that, but cuddling up to him--and the realization that he was doing so naked--

He scrambled to throw the covers off, body unsurprisingly sore from the ordeal of transforming twice in the span of a single night. His eyes rapidly scanned the room, entirely focused on finding something to wear, to cover himself up before--

"Hm...? Shuichi...?" Kaito stirred, calling out with a deep, sleep-filled yawn. Shuichi froze, and like a deer in the headlights, he was unable to do anything but watch as the other rolled over and pulled himself up into a seated position. He rubbed at his eyes, another yawn joining the first. "Up already?"

"Yes...?" His response was hesitant and unsure, despite the fact that it was an easy answer. It was probably because he was suddenly very aware of the fact that Kaito wasn't wearing a shirt, exposing his well-built chest. Was he wearing any...?

No! Abort mission! He mentally smothered the rising thoughts to contain the building fire crawling under his skin.

Oblivious to Shuichi's inner struggle, Kaito stretched, a content hum filling the room. "I see, that's good. Thought you'd be out for a while, all things considered." Before Shuichi could begin to make wild assumptions about other interpretations of Kaito's statement, he continued on. "If you want the shower first, it's all yours."

... God, this was too domestic.

"I, um, should probably be getting back to my own room." A nervous laugh accompanied his reply, bubbling out of his throat reflexively. He reached for the blanket, pulling his legs toward himself to hide his state of undress.

Unfortunately, that just attracted Kaito's attention. His eyes were still unfocused with sleep, but awake enough that Shuichi could see the moment that awareness crept into them, dusting Kaito's cheeks with a pink tinge. "Oh, uh, sorry 'bout your clothes. They were, uh, you know, you were kinda... Upset? Er, well, maybe more of restless..." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in an alluring way.

"Restless?" Well, that wouldn't surprise him. Transforming, although not pain-free, seemed to give him a burst of adrenaline.

"Yeah, and, uh..." He licked his lips, then his eyes, which had been flickering around everywhere but Shuichi, returned to him--or rather, to his bare skin, trailing lower and lower--

By the time the realization of where Kaito was looking hit him, it was too late to cover himself up. But shock didn't fill Kaito's eyes; it was more of... confusion? As Shuichi jerked the blanket over his lower half, Kaito's eyes snapped up, clearly not intending to let his gaze stray so far off.

But again, it was too late to take back what had been seen. Shuichi opened his mouth, prepared to stammer out an explanation, when--

"Didn't you, uh... have... last night, you..." His face was bright red, and his eyebrows were furrowed with thought. "I thought... you had a dick?"

"N-No? I, I don't--I've never--I wasn't born with one."

His answer only increased the tightness of Kaito's face. "But--But you--! I'm sure that--!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, face contorted with concentration. "Maybe... Gah, I dunno. I'm sure that you had one. 'Cause... 'Cause you..."

As if dragged from the depths of his subconscious by Kaito's assertion, the phantom sensation of the penis he'd always wished he'd had burned in his lower half. A flipbook animation flickered, the smudged drawings depicting a scene that he wasn't sure was rooted in fantasy or reality.

The musky smell of sweat, his face buried in a purple shoulder as his hips rolled against the thigh trapped between his own. A needy whine, a pant. His clawed fingers curling into fabric. There was an unfamiliar sensation, foreign, yet... It wasn't. He'd felt this before, not quite in this way, beneath the covers of his own bed. It was... heavier. More significant.

His lower half ground relentlessly against the firm surface beneath it, feeling the pulse of something strong drawing closer. So close, yet so far away. Frustration vibrated in his throat, and his heart beat so strongly that he could feel the blood pooling in the phallic flesh that had replaced what was once his clit.

"Shuichi?" Kaito's concern pulled him out of his head, upon which he was immediately struck with a wave of heat from the distinctly erotic images. His lips curled into his mouth, teeth finding bits of lip to pinch and tear out. His damn body was betraying him--beneath the covers, he could feel the slick wetness of arousal.

He tried to distract himself with more rational thoughts. "Um, er, well, may-maybe it was... Maybe it was something where my, my body, when I shifted, it just... Changed that too? Ahaha..."

Though he wasn't sure if that was actually the case, Kaito seemed to accept that answer. "Oh, yeah, that could be it." He scratched the back of his head, and pointedly looked elsewhere. "Well... If you, uh, need any privacy or anything, I can grab you some clothes and give you a minute."

The lack of questions as to his body's... natural state certainly wasn't unwelcome, though he knew in the near future he'd be compelled to explain further. "Yeah, um, thanks. I brought a change of clothes; it's in my bag."

He gestured to the desk it leaned against, and Kaito was quick to roll out of bed and retrieve it. Despite Shuichi's brain yelling at him, his eyes still were drawn to check the rest of Kaito's body. Clothed, thankfully, but as Kaito returned, something about the way he walked, something about the way his pajama pants folded in the front...

His face flushed, and he could only mumble out a thanks as he accepted his bag and let Kaito excuse himself. He'd meant to apologize for anything... unsavory he might've done the previous night, but he couldn't get the words out, even after he was dressed. He was too distracted, the scene from earlier only growing sharper the more times it looped.

It certainly wasn't helping his problem. At least it wasn't visible...

One awkward goodbye later, Shuichi hastily retreated back to his room. Though Kaito hadn't exactly kicked him out or anything, Shuichi knew he couldn't continue enduring whatever... pressure had built up the night before. His back found his mattress, and his hand slipped down into his boxers--which were unfortunately already damp despite the short time he'd been wearing them.

Somehow, he felt so much more sensitive than he usually did. He could chalk it up to this part having been affected by his transformation as well, but it almost certainly was compounded by having been in Kaito's presence while his body was drowning in teenage hormones, as well as whatever hormones came with his new werewolf existence. After all... he hadn't felt like this the morning after the last full moon.

His fingers found his clit, and his pulse raced as he felt just how hard it was. Just the subtle difference in length was enough to satisfy him, though his mind would wander off to his memories to truly fulfill him, even if doing so did make him feel guilty once the rush of endorphins settled down.

This was... certainly something he'd have to talk with Kaito about. But if he could put off a talk that could threaten their friendship, then... Yes, he probably would. At least for now. He wasn't the type to run away forever, but he recognized the need to collect his thoughts first, to understand the different facets of the situation before complicating their daily life with a half-formed wrench. With that resolve in place, he let himself go.

[ashleywolpertmiller]

Interviews

Name: P.J.

Industry: First-grade student with a strong interest in art, design, and engineering.

Note: We've heard and talked a bit about creativity in children, and I wanted to consider a child's perspective on problem-solving. My daughter was excited to share her thoughts.

Summary: In terms of generating ideas, P.J. shared that she enjoys art projects, and she is inspired by what she sees in the world, especially what other people are making and distributing on online platforms like YouTube. She is also inspired by helping people. She looks for opportunities where she might be needed and spends time observing what's happening. She said sometimes she might be nervous in these situations, but she comforts herself with a stuffed animal and by asking herself what she can do to help and contribute. P.J. said when she notices a problem, she plans to offer help and then waits until the timing seems right to ask others what they need.

 P.J. said it is a challenge for her when she gets an idea stuck in her head that is too specific or when she feels stuck on the way she's done something in the past. To overcome this challenge, she likes to switch mediums, and pull a new set of materials together, effectively starting from scratch. She also prefers minimal directives. Then, she likes to move forward with the first idea that "pops" into her head (making space for a "eureka moment" as referenced in Unit 2 in The Neuroscience of Creativity). She said she tries to put her old ideas out of her mind, but later in the interview, as she thought more about it, she shared that sometimes just using new materials to revisit the old creation works for her too.

In reflection: I am most struck by how her process was so similar to some of the processes shared by adults. In the simplest terms, she's inspired by the world, uses technology and the materials around her, identifies problems, and looks to meet needs using the resources at her disposal. I was impressed by her intuition to help others in consideration of a time that works for them. She was most concerned with improving other people's situations and mindful of considering their needs throughout her process. I hope to embody this sort of conscientious posture in all of my problem-solving ventures. 

Name: D.M. 

Industry: Business, Executive Leadership 

Summary: D.M., like P.J., identified others as a major source of inspiration. He stated that reading something online or watching something both stimulate him, even if it's an idea he doesn't love. Ideas that he disagrees with or finds disruptive or displeasing inspire him to do it differently or take another path. In his own language, he also identified "mental state shift" as a strategy for "inducing insight solutions" (Unit 2, Brain Activity). D.M. named sitting in the quiet at a red light, time in the shower, and other distraction-free zones. 

An obstacle D.M. named was a writing-specific learning disability. Difficulty transcribing thoughts by hand was a primary source of frustration to him as a younger person. Still, he shared that it also cultivated early adoption of technology to overcome his writing-specific limitations. He shared how easily he can now capture ideas and how much this has improved his creative flow. He also generally cited his enjoyment of rapid access to other people and their ideas. Whereas access before was limited to our physical social networks, the internet has allowed for explosive and almost unlimited access to creative resources. As an industry leader and manager within his company, D.M. mentioned another problem-solving obstacle: the need to help others utilize new technologies. He shared that team members often want to continue using what is familiar, even at the expense of efficacy. His role is to model, build and offer templates to the team, educate, and at times require the adaptation of new processes or software. 

Similar to others in this course and those we read about in the Unit 3 slides, brainstorming, asset-mapping, and collaboration were major components of D.M.'s problem-solving strategy. He also named identifying multiple solutions and beginning with the path of least resistance. He called out that this can be perceived as a negative, but in his view, there is value in asking questions like, "do we have the resources? What part of this do we need to create from scratch and what already exists that we could instead utilize?" He believes that by first following the path of least resistance, you have more flexibility to try a path with minimal waste, then adapt and try a new path as necessary. He also noted that, of course, the path of least resistance must be a solution that adequately meets the needs presented by a problem. Throughout this interview, it was evident that D.M. is comfortable with trial and error and risk-taking and that he values adaptability and teamwork. 

In reflection: I appreciated D.M.'s perspective on the path of least resistance. This interview had me thinking about how creative problem solving may inherently reward the process of trial-and-error and those who lean into risk-taking. D.M.'s decisive approach to moving forward swiftly with a measured but open-handed process encouraged me to reconsider my aim of excellence or perfection from the outset and look at where current resources and solutions might be effective at meeting goals. By starting with that end in mind, I'm wondering if creative solutions might, in turn, be less inhibited and if the ensuing result might be innovative enterprises of an even higher caliber. 

Name: C.V.

Industry: Design Education

Summary: When asked where she draws her inspiration, C.V. stated, "by observing and marinating in life around me. Also, by researching. Sitting in silence. I'm inspired by the mundane. Like small details in signs, textures in nature, repetitive patterns that come up in everyday life." 

When asked about obstacles, she named self-doubt and self-criticism. However, she also identified gut-feeling as a mode by which she can move forward within a project and ultimately measure it's success. When designing, she has a sense of when something is incomplete, and she overcomes a stuck sensation by continuing the work. If it feels unfinished, she will work and rework a project. If it feels like she isn't making progress, she will occasionally revisit her top original ideas, but typically for her, pressing forward in her design brings her to a place where she feels it is comfortably complete. She said her self-doubt often is an indicator that she hasn't arrived at the right solution. She also said that sometimes, just waiting and not forcing an answer brings about a solution, and she again named silence a significant part of her creative process.

When asked about problem-solving, C.V. gave an answer I hadn't come across yet. She said, "I look at every problem as a challenge that I need to win. I get excited by new problems because I want to do that thing better than anyone else." In this portion of the interview, she leaned heavily into her process of internal question-asking. Questions like, "Why is this a problem?" and then she named playing out the subsequent answers. "Why would this particular solution work? Who does it reach?" She named her heavy reliance on researching historical solutions and current best practices. She also named other parents, colleagues, and industry experts as resources. She said once she has decided on a design direction, she does not second guess herself—she chooses her path and moves forward.

In reflection: This was an interesting interview for me. Though in my industry, I have long worked with designers, my primary experience is in writing, editing, and management. For me, so much of my process is collaborative and emphasizes measurable, interconnected, and informed goals. I have never worked on singular graphic designs, but on projects where my role is to consider the macro impact of many individual design and editorial choices. So, it was interesting to hear someone share their process of designing (which I took to be the focus of her interview). Also, in knowing this person—she is someone I consider to be tremendously high-capacity. The volume of high-quality work she manages is extraordinary. Hearing that she doesn't second guess herself once she has decided on a design direction raised red flags for me. I firmly believe in checks and balances, revising and revisiting our work, and considering its impact (undoubtedly because of my training as an editor!). However—knowing her work—her responses in this interview actually caused me to pause and ask myself where I could trust myself a little more—and how that might improve my flow. 

[batfam-imagines]

New Sons - Part 1

From the Reader’s Choice, this was the most requested fic: Batmom taking in Conner after Superman rejects him and the boys being a little uncomfortable and Bruce being mad but her convincing them that he’s just like them (+ jokes about him looking just like all the others with dark hair/blue eyes)?

Author’s Note: So Match and Conner are from the Young Justice TV show. The timeline is a little different in this story. The Young Justice team was disbanded, Superboy was never found by the sidekicks, the Justice League found them. I think that’s all!

Let me know what you think, and if you think I should continue the series!!

–

You are watching up in the Watchtower when Superman finds his two clones. One made with his exact DNA, later named Match, and one who’s DNA was spliced with Lex Luthor’s DNA, later named Conner. Both boys are transported up to the Watchtower, still inside their containment pods, so J’onn can examine their mental state.

The medical bay doors slide open, and you step inside, “How are they, J’onn?”

The Martian hums, “This one, the exact clone, he is unstable. I will do my best to settle his mind, however that is not a permanent solution. Batman has already agreed to help find a cure. He believes that it is the full Kryptonian DNA, as the other one, who is half human, does not show the same signs”

“I’ll help him when I’m done here.” Glancing over at the viewing window, you glimpse a red cape slipping out of view, “How’s Superman taking all this?”

“He seems … angry … at this turn of events. He has already decided that he does not want the children”

You twitch, brow furrowing, “What does he plan to do with them?”

“He is uncertain, it is one of the reasons for his agitation”

“I’ll let you get back to work, J’onn, I want to see how far Batman has gotten with his research”

“I wish you luck”

–

“Bruce, you don’t understand, Clark doesn’t want the boys. He doesn’t want to take care of them, teach them to use their powers, he can barely stand to be in the same room as them, and they haven’t even woken up yet!!”

“Y/N, we don’t need any more children. Damian is already filling the Manor with animals, Tim is constantly bringing the Teen Titans here, Jason has the Outlaws, Dick may be in Bludhaven but he comes to the Manor almost every weekend, and I have Gotham to take care of. Who is going to teach these clones everything that they need to know?”

“I will!”

“Y/N …”

“No, Bruce, listen. These are two boys who have never been outside of that pod, and if they were it was to do Cadmus’ bidding! Two boys who have never known what it’s like to be a part of a family! Are you really going to let them be tossed aside by Clark? Because if you are then … then … then I’m going to move up to the Watchtower to take care of them” You cross your arms over your chest, “Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do, and you’re going to have to explain to the boys why I’m never around anymore!”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“I am not! I want to help them in the only way I know how, by being a mother”

Bruce groans, he’s never been able to deny you anything, “Fine! But you’re the one who has to explain everything to the boys! And … and I’m mad at you!”

You raise your nose in an obnoxiously aristocratic manor, “I don’t know why you would be, they technically match”

“What?”

“Every other male child you have brought into the Manor has had dark hair, and blue eyes. Both of the Superboy’s have black hair and blue eyes. So, they match the set” It had been a running joke between you and your boys. The fact the Bruce Wayne seems to only ever adopt dark haired boys with blue eyes was a rumor that had been circling Gotham for a while. It was a joke that you had kept from your husband for several years. Well, the secret’s out now!

Bruce groans again, and you can hear him bang his head down on the lab table he’s working at. Stifling a laugh, you quickly make your way up the Batcave stairs. It’s time to have a family meeting, and let the boys know that they’ll be getting two new brothers, that is if the Superboy’s agree to your offer.

–

The boys all agree to come to dinner the next night, curious about the news you have for them. Once everyone is finished eating, you usher your children into the study to tell them the news.

“So, I know you all have heard about the two new Supers up in the Watchtower …”

Damian groans, “Please tell me that father has not decided to house those abominations!”

“No, Bruce didn’t decide anything … I did. I decided that we would be giving the two boys a home. Bruce is down in the cave right now, working on a serum that will stabilize one of the clones’ DNA …”

“They aren’t even stable?!? And you want to bring them here?!” Jason shoots up from his chair, angrily pacing in front of you, “Mom, you’re human, they could kill you with a look, and they aren’t even stable …”

“They will be stable once Bruce finishes the serum.” You lean forward, making it a point to meet the eyes of each of your sons, “These boys don’t have anywhere else to go. Yes, they can stay up in the Watchtower, surrounded by people who will inadvertently ostracize them, or study them. Yes, the JL can force Superman to look after him two clones, and he’ll probably stick them in his Fortress of Solitude to be taught by an AI. Or, I can bring them here, teach them about humans, help them obtain new skills, experience new things.” You rub your temples, “Boys, I took each of you in, raised you as my own, and loved you like any mother would. I can’t just sit by and watch two children suffer when I know I can help them”

Tim hums softly, and smirks, “Do they match?”

“Of course! You think I would try and bring boys into this house who don’t match! They both have black hair and bright blue eyes”

“tt, I suppose it would be a good thing to have two Supers on our side”

Dick shrugs, “Yeah, I mean I only come around for visits every once and a while, but I think it would be a good idea to make sure that two Kryptonians don’t start hating Earth”

“Good point” Tim leans back in his chair, “I would like a sample of their blood before they moved in though” He turns big eyes on you, hoping that you’ll be able to get him what his little detective brain wants.

“No, you can’t have a sample of their blood … but, I can let you look at their files” Tim lets out a triumphant shout, wiggling excitedly. Now you turn to Jason, the only one to not readily agree. “Boys, why don’t you go see what Alfred has for dessert, I need to talk to Jason alone”

Once everyone else is gone, you shift closer to your second oldest son, but before you can say anything, Jason starts to speak, “I don’t think this is a good idea! What if they turn out to be crazy? What if they go on a rampage? What if they can’t control their powers?” His voice drops, eyes no longer meeting yours, “What if they hurt you?”

Quickly slipping to kneel on the floor, you tilt Jason’s chin, forcing him to meet your eyes, “They might hurt me, Jaybird. I can’t guarantee that they won’t. But they won’t kill me, they won’t make me love you any less. If you’re that nervous about them moving in, come stay at the Manor for their first two weeks. You can help me get them settled, and see for yourself how they are, okay?”

“Okay, Mom”

“Good boy, now come on. I don’t want Dick to eat all the cookies again”

Jason flashes a brief smile, before he takes off toward the kitchen. Alfred’s cookies can be quite the motivating force among the bat family members.

–

It’s another week after the serum is given to the clones before J’onn thinks that it’s safe enough to wake them.

Of course, you demanded to be there. Bruce had tried to talk you out of it, but you were adamant that one of the first faces they see be yours.

The full Kryptonian, the one dubbed “Match” on his file, is the first to wake up. His eyes are frantic, instead of a white sclera his iris is surrounded by black.

Instead of letting him continue to panic you decide to step forward, “Hello” Making sure to pitch your voice low, almost in a whisper, “You don’t need to be afraid, you’re in the Watchtower, you’re safe”

“Who are you?!?”

Slowly you sit down in the chair beside his bed, making yourself smaller, less threatening. Immediately he relaxes, “My name is Y/N. What’s your name?”

“Cadmus called me Match.”

“Alright, do you want me to call you Match, or do you want to take another name?”

The clone pauses, brow furrowing, “I-I’d like to keep Match”

“Okay, I can call you Match” Extending one hand, you flash a bright smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Match”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Can you – can you tell me why I feel … different?”

“Different how?”

Match scratches the back of his head, “I feel more in control. I can think clearly now”

“I helped my husband and sons develop a serum that helped bind together the gaps and breakages in your DNA sequence. It took a few days to develop, but the serum is meant to help you gain control of the overactive aggression and adrenalin that was constantly being secreted by your brain.” You gently place a hand on Match’s, “It wasn’t your fault that you were always so out of control. The blood they managed to get from Superman was full of excess adrenalin because they got it when he was in the middle of a battle.”

“So, I’m better now?”

“You should be in more control than you were. I’m sorry that we couldn’t ask you first, but my husband didn’t want to risk you hurting anyone if we woke you up.”

Match nods, “I understand” He finally seems to notice Conner lying prone in the bed decide his, “Is that …?”

“Your brother, yes. He’s only half Kryptonian. His DNA is a combination of Superman���s and Lex Luthor’s. According to Camdus’ notes, he’s also younger than you”

“He’s my little brother? And he … isn’t as strong as me?”

“Yes, he would be considered your younger brother, and no, he isn’t going to be as strong as you”

Match’s face hardens, “I’ll protect him. Cadmus won’t get him again” He turns toward you, already shifting slightly, ready to spring in between you and his new brother, “You don’t have to worry, Match, I don’t want to hurt your brother any more than you do”

“Good”

You flash a brief smile, “I’d like to invite my friend in here, his name is J’onn, and my husband, Batman. They’ll be able to wake up your brother, and we can have this same talk with him. I was hoping that you’d be able to help him feel a little more comfortable.”

“Sure, I’d like to meet him. Cadmus kept me in that pod, they only took me out to ‘test’ me against the other clones … I always won. I couldn’t ever talk to the other clones”

“You’re away from them now, and you’ll never have to go back to them, not if I can help it”

--

The boy, who decides on the name Conner, is quieter than Match. He listens intently, only asking questions every once and awhile, he mainly watches you and allows Match to put an arm over his shoulder.

“Why are you doing this?”

“What do you mean?”

Conner’s lip curls slightly in a self-deprecating smirk, “I mean, why did you take us from Cadmus? What do you want us to do in order for us to keep our freedom? When are you going to put us back in our pods?”

“I’m not going to put you back in your pods, honestly my husband had to stop me from throwing those things out the air lock! You boys don’t have to do anything unless you want to. We aren’t going to force you into servitude just to keep your freedom, this isn’t some kind of bartering game. And we took you from Cadmus because … well because you’re children, and no child should be forced to grow up in some test tube! They should be able to have fun, and choose their own paths in life!”

Match nods, not hearing a single lie in your statement, “I believe you, you don’t … feel like the scientists did. You feel good, warm”

“I’m glad” You glance over at Conner, who is now leaning more into Match than he was a few minutes ago, “Now I know that you’ve only been awake for a few hours, but the sedative we gave you is still working its way out of your system. Why don’t you two go to sleep, and when you wake up we can talk a little bit more.”

Conner stands up slowly, and plops himself down on his bed. He curls up in a tight little ball, snuggling under the blankets, you barely hear the soft “Okay” before he’s completely asleep.

Match drags the bed closer so he can keep an eye on Conner, “Thank you for taking us form Cadmus. I’ve only met him once, but I know that Lex Luthor will not let Conner go very easily. He will try and take him back”

Hesitantly you reach out, running fingers through his short hair, just like you do with all your other children, “You just leave Lex Luthor to me, Match, I’ll take care of him”

Part 2

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Doctor’s Orders (Negan x you)

This is for @embracetheapocalypsewithme‘s 400 follower Negan challenge. 

My prompt was to have the opening line of the fic be, “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Negan!”

I was also inspired by THIS post that was floating around.

Summary: As The Sanctuary’s doctor, it’s your job to help Negan with all his ailments...including the more personal ones. 

Characters: Negan x female reader

Words: 3,945

Warnings: nsfw, smut, language, technically a doctor and her patient (in case that makes anyone uncomfortable)

Doctor’s Orders

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Negan!” you exclaimed, staring at him in disdain.

 He was dripping blood all over the white tiles, smiling sheepishly at you from the doorway. He had shed his leather jacket, leaving just a dark grey t-shirt, which had even darker grey patches on the left sleeve, thanks to the blood staining it from a cut across his bicep.

 You had just finished cleaning up your exam room for the day, and weren’t at all happy about him barging in after hours with yet another injury. Sure, you were the most qualified doctor on staff at The Sanctuary at the moment, especially after he had turned Dr. Carson extra crispy a few weeks ago. And, sure, it wasn’t like seeing Negan up close and personal was a hardship. Anyone with a proclivity towards the male sex could take one look at the man and see his appeal. He had the whole ‘you can’t tell if I’m going to fuck you or kill you’ style down to an art form, and damned if it didn’t turn you on.

 However, Mr. High and Mighty wasn’t invincible...far from it. While the rest of the compound saw him as this big, unstoppable force, you saw a different side. You were the one who had to deal with all the cuts and scrapes that he seemed to accumulate on a much more frequent basis than anyone else in the compound. Some of his injuries were from battling it out with walkers or other communities...but a lot of them weren’t. In fact, everyone else in the community would be surprised to know just how clumsy Negan really was.

 You could still remember the first time he came to you, only a few days after you had arrived here. He had a cut across his cheek, just deep enough to need three stitches. You had been too intimidated, at the time, to ask how it had happened, but you didn’t need to. He had been forthcoming with the information on his own, joking about how a tree branch had “came out of nowhere” and slapped him in the face, while he was out in the woods.

 The next time he came to medical, a little over a week later, he was doing his damnedest not to limp from a sprained ankle. This time, the branch had been “lying in wait” on the ground, and he had snagged his foot on it. It became an almost weekly occurrence for him to show up unexpectedly with a new injury, usually right when you were finishing up for the day and no one else was around to see him. At this point, you were pretty certain that he purposely waited until it was just the two of you...or maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part.

 Gesturing with your hand at the examination table, he took the cue and walked over to sit down, the sound of his butt hitting the crinkly white paper causing an unwilling grin to cross your lips. You hid it quickly behind a neutral expression before turning to face him, instead giving him your full ‘I’m not amused’ look. He just grinned in response.

 “So, what did you do this time?” you asked.

 “Got fucking grazed by a bullet,” he nonchalantly replied.

 Eyebrows raising in surprise, you parroted, “A bullet?”

 “Yep,” was his only reply. That was fine, since the less he wanted to talk, the faster you could get done and out of here.

 The cut was just deep enough that you didn’t feel comfortable letting it go without at least a couple of stitches to help it along, especially since he’d never listen to you and rest the arm long enough for it to heal on its own. He didn’t move when you cleaned out the wound with alcohol, and only gave a minimal jerk when you deftly poked a needle through his arm to make the first stitch. The room was so quiet that the only noise was the buzzing of the overhead lights, so you almost stabbed his arm clean through when he unexpectedly broke the silence.

 “When are you going to let me repay you for all this overtime you put into me?” he drawled. You didn’t even have to look up to know that he was giving you his signature, dimpled grin.

 “We’ve had this conversation before, Negan. My professional work stays professional.”

 “Yea, and as I’ve said before, that’s a fucking boring-as-shit rule.”

 This was far from the first time that Negan had tried to get in your pants. In fact, you’d think something was wrong with him if he ever didn’t try. At this point, you believed it was more out of habit, then any real belief on his end that he’d succeed. Luckily, he seemed unaware of just how tempting his offers always were, and how much self-control it took on your part to turn him down.

 You were too useful here, to waste your talents sitting around as one of his wives, but that didn’t mean that you were totally happy having a platonic relationship with him, either. No, you had craved more from the first time you saw him, desire fluttering in your belly at the sight of his salt-and-pepper beard on that perfect fucking face. Not to mention his long, lean body, that he wrapped up in a coating of “badass” via a leather jacket and barbed wire baseball bat. He was the type of man you would���ve stayed far away from in the past, but the apocalypse had made you a little more...open-minded.

 However, you still weren’t open-minded enough to want to hear about the group of other women he was fucking on the regular, and it was this topic that caused today’s interaction to go in an unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome, direction.

 You were finishing up the last couple of stitches when you commented that perhaps he should try not to piss off so many other communities, so that he wouldn’t have to worry about getting shot as often. Instead of getting a rise out of him, he laughed off your suggestion.

 “I’d say I came out of that situation more intact than my opponent, since all I got was a graze. Hell, I’ve received worse scratches after a night fucking Amber,” he chuckled.

 The mention of his wives caused you to grit your teeth, and you purposely poked him with the needle harder than usual, causing him to yelp and jump away from you.

 “Stay still!” you lectured, tone chiding and annoyed.

 “Fucking hell, woman! That hurt!” he exclaimed, brows furrowed and lower lip slightly poked out in what looked suspiciously like a pout. You suddenly had the strongest urge to lean over and take that lip tightly between your teeth, give him an injury more erotic than any of the others he wore.

 Mentally shaking away the thought, you smiled sheepishly at him, batting your lashes in fake innocence, before replying, “Stop being so sensitive and let me finish the last stitch.”

 He mumbled something under his breath, too low for you to hear, and glared over at you, which just caused your grin to get even wider. More than anyone you had ever met, Negan knew how to push your buttons in a way that simultaneously infuriated you and turned you on. It was good to know that you were also able to push his buttons, and at the very least annoy the hell out of him when he said or did something that you didn’t like. It’d be smart of him to remember, that while you held the needle, you held the power.

 After finishing up the last stitch, you put away the gauze and other items, before washing  your hands at the sink. Turning around, you were surprised to still find him standing there, watching  you.

 “Don’t tell me you have another injury,” you snarked, trying to hide your discomfort at his probing gaze.

 “I think I do. And it’s one that I really need you to take a look at, doc,” he purred, coming closer.

 Squinting your eyes in suspicion, you backed up a step, then another, but he continued to move towards you. While your interactions with him were flirty and sarcastic, they always stayed light-hearted. His current serious expression and intense gaze were new, and threw you a bit off balance.

 “Ya see, my current problem, I’d say it’s more...physiological,” he continued.

 “Oh?” you dumbly replied, tensing up as he came to a stop directly in front of you, causing your head to tilt back to keep his face in view. You wanted to make a sarcastic remark about him knowing such a big vocabulary word, but his proximity seemed to short circuit the part of your brain that created witty comebacks.

 “Wanna know what the problem is?” he asked, voice dropping a few levels, his already husky rasp becoming even deeper and sending chills up your spine.

 Knowing there was a good chance that it would be in your best interest not to know, you still tried to act unaffected, and casually replied, “Sure.”

 He sucked air in through his teeth, his eyes trailing down over your body, which was currently covered in a long, white doctor’s coat. Not that it mattered, since his gaze seemed to see right through the fabric and to the curves of your body hidden underneath.

 “My problem, is that my dick always gets fucking hard, the second I’m in the same room as you.”

 Shocked, you had no reply, instead staring up at him with wide eyes.

 “So, what’s your solution, doc? You got a cure for my ailment?”

 Never one to let Negan throw you completely off balance, you mentally gathered yourself and gave an unamused roll of your eyes.

 “My cure for that would be to say that you have two perfectly healthy hands, so use one of them.” You were proud that your voice only sounded a little breathless.

 His eyes darkened, and you were unsure if he was annoyed or humored by your response. You wanted to back up, put some distance between the two of you, but pride held you steady.

 “Now, why would I do that, when I have multiple wives who are more than willing to take care of that problem for me?”

 Clenching your jaw in annoyance, you shot back, “Then I suggest you go find one of them, and hope that your little problem doesn’t go away once you leave this room.”

 You could tell by his scowl that he wasn’t amused by your comment. Truth be told, both of you were teetering the line between wanting to rip the other’s throat out and wanting to fuck each other until you couldn’t walk straight.

 “Little? Oh, doc, you’ve got me all wrong. This is a big problem. Massive. In fact, perhaps it’s too fucking big for you to handle. I should probably go find Sherry or Amber, after all.”

 Sick of his jabs, you were unable to filter yourself, and retorted with a simple, “Fuck you.”

 He spread his arms out on either side of his waist, as if giving an invitation. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do, doc.”

 Officially pissed off, you responded automatically, totally ignoring the logical part of your brain that was screaming not to react. Your arm lifted up and back, fully meaning to slap the smug grin right off his maddenly handsome face. You instantly regretted this decision, when his own hand flew up, lightning-fast, and caught your wrist mid-swing. Using his large frame to his advantage, he forcefully backed you up a few steps, until you were pushed up against the nearest wall.

 His eyes blazed with anger, as he leaned down until his mouth was right beside your ear. In a low, husky voice, he whispered, “Wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

 Now would’ve been a good time to apologize, tell him that you’d never do it again. Say whatever submissive words he wanted to hear and get the hell out of there. However, submissive was never your style, and you weren’t about to change your stripes now. Instead, perhaps it was time to do something that you had been fantasizing about for longer than you cared to admit.

 “Nah, I have a better idea,” you purred, before leaning up on tiptoe and pressing your lips into his own.

 You could tell that he was taken off guard by the action, but he quickly recovered, his mouth coming to life against your own. He wasted no time in thrusting his tongue past your open lips when you let out a sigh, his body crowding yours against the wall. He still had a grip on your wrist, but it had loosened a bit, more a caress than a restraint.

 Pulling back from him, you opened hazy eyes and looked up into his own pupil-blown gaze. It took all your remaining brain cells to give a witty retort.

 “Was that more to your liking?”

 He looked at you almost in awe for a moment, as if you were the first woman to sass him at a moment such as this. And perhaps you were. A grin broke out across his face, and he growled, “I thought you were supposed to keep me healthy, but you’re gonna be the death of me, doc.”

 With that, he sealed his mouth back onto your own, releasing your wrist to slide his hand down and inside the front of the open white coat. His fingers coasted down over your waist and the top of your jeans, grabbing onto your hip and pulling you towards him.

 Not one to be outdone, you shrugged the coat off your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Negan fingered the bottom of your t-shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it up over your head, before he lowered his mouth to the underside of your jaw, licking and nipping a trail down the side of your throat and over the swell of your breasts, which were showcased by a plain white bra. Your lingerie was more functional than sexy, but Negan didn’t seem to mind, especially since he was more focused on getting it off. His fingers deftly unhooked the bra, and you didn’t hesitate to pull the straps down your arms and discard it on top of the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

 He stopped and stared for a moment, puffing out a breath at the sight of you, bare from the waist up.

 “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a doctor this sexy in my entire fucking life,” he said, eyes slowly trailing up to meet your own.

 Any potential self-consciousness or fear of not matching up to his wives disappeared with his words. He watched as you reached down to unbutton your jeans, the tips of your fingers dipping slightly beneath the fabric. Feeling bold, your voice was husky as you jokingly said, “Better hurry and catch up, else I’m gonna start without you.”

 He froze for a split second, eyes zeroed in on the fingers half disappeared underneath your jeans, before he sprung into action. He whipped his own shirt up and over his head, and you knew you should reprimand him for being so uncaring of his fresh stitches, but honestly, you didn’t care about them very much at the moment, either. You pulled the jeans down and off your legs as he unzipped his own pants, then got distracted by the sight of his bare body in front of you. His torso was covered in a delicious coating of salt-and-pepper chest hair that matched his beard, and he had various tattoos across his upper body which cemented your hypothesis that he had been a bad boy way before the apocalypse started. The thought caused a thrill to zing down your spine and settle warmly between your thighs, that such a sexy, powerful man had all his attention currently focused on you.

 Stepping forward, you interrupted his attempt to push down his pants by pressing your mouth to his left nipple, tongue coming out to circle it, as your right hand slid down the front of his chest and cupped the bulge between his legs. He gave a surprised groan, his hand coming up to grab a fistful of your hair as a breathy, “Oh, fuck,” left his lips.

 His hips bucked into your hand, as you stroked him through the fabric of his briefs, his reaction to your touch making you feel powerful and in control. Grinning against his chest, you didn’t pull back until both his nipples were rock hard and shining with saliva. Licking your lips, you gazed up at him, pleased to see that he already looked wrecked, eyes glazed and mouth slightly parted.

 Side stepping between him and the wall, you walked around him and back towards the examination table. You pushed the panties down your legs as you walked, kicking them off mid-step, smiling at the rustle of jeans being discarded behind you. Tearing the strip of crinkly white paper off the table, you then turned around and leaned back against the front of it, hands resting back on the edge at either side of your hips.

 You gasped at the sight of Negan fully naked, his erection swollen and bobbing as he kicked off his briefs, eyes blazing into your own. Giving a flirtatious smirk, you lifted a finger to your lips and appeared contemplative.

 “My, that does look like a massive problem, after all,” you joked.

 It took him a second to get the reference, and when he did, he smirked before cockily (pun intended) strutting across the room towards you.

 “Told ya, doc. Now, what’s the cure gonna be?”

 Reaching over to a nearby drawer, you pulled it open and grabbed one of the square foil packets inside. Tossing the condom at him, you replied, “First, put that on.”

 You were pleased when he didn’t argue, but dutifully followed your order. Whether or not it was because you were still in your territory, this room being the one place where you were typically in charge of the situation, you found that you liked having the upper hand. Instinct told you that he was used to women being submissive and just lying there quietly, making him do all the work. That wasn’t going to be the case with you.

 Once he had the condom rolled on, you nodded approvingly and said, “Now, how do you want to take your medication? From the front-” you turned around, bending down to brace your hands on the plush surface of the table and looking at him over your shoulder, “-or from the back?”

 He gave a low snarl and was upon you in an instant, his body engulfing yours. He was hard and warm, his thighs spreading your own and the hair on his chest tickling along your back and ass. You cried out when he reached a hand between your thighs, fingers parting the dripping folds as he chuckled in your ear.

 “Feels like you’ve got my dose ready to go, doc.”

 You couldn’t keep up the charade, not with two of his fingers pressing up into you, stretching your wetness in preparation for the hard cock that was pressed against your inner thigh. Instead, you felt control of the situation switch over to him, as you braced your elbows on the table, spread your thighs even wider, and whimpered, “Fuck me, Negan. Fuck me now!”

 His groan vibrated along your back, as he removed his fingers from your cunt and lined his dick up at your entrance. His hips pressed forward, as he slowly sunk into you. Fingers clawed at the shiny fabric of the table, back arching as you struggled to take all of him. Fuck, but he was big. There was a slight burn, as your walls stretched obscenely wide around his cock, but when he started rubbing your clit in slow circles with his fingers, the pain dissolved into pleasure.

 “That’s it, doc. Look at you, taking my cock like a champ.”

 Moaning in response, you pressed back against him when he withdrew, the two of you starting up a slow and steady rhythm. You were only partially aware of the dirty words he whispered in your ear, of how sexy you looked and how fucking good you felt wrapped around his dick. Most of your attention was focused on the sensations, of the drag of his cock in and out of you. The fit was so tight that you could feel the veins on his dick pulse inside of you, the head of his cock catching on your sweet spot and making you cry out with each thrust.

 Your back became sweaty from the heat of his chest, the muscles in your calves starting to burn from standing on tiptoe. He played with your nipples with one hand, the other zeroed in on your clit, testing out which amount of pressure caused you to shudder and learning how a well-placed pinch made you clench down hard on his dick. He played your body like a master, as you rolled your hips and tried not to pass out from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your veins.

 After holding you at the edge for what could’ve been minutes or hours, you had no idea, you felt Negan’s hips pick up speed, a harsh grunt falling from his lips letting you know that he was close. The hand at your breasts trailed upwards, wrapping lightly around the front of your throat and using his grip to pull your upper body backwards, so that you were both standing upwards, rather than bent over the table. The change in angle caused his cock to go even deeper, and you clung to his arms with your hands, certain that you would collapse to the floor without him steadying you.

 “You gonna come for me, doc? I want you to fucking come all over my dick, right here, against the same table where you see all your clients. That way, every time someone sits here, all you’ll be able to think about is how I fucked you, of how hard you came.”

 As if the words brought about the action, the orgasm slammed into you, starting at your cunt and spreading in waves to every part of your body. You dimly heard your own voice crying out Negan’s name, as he ground into you as deep as he could go and found his own release with a moan, bodies shuddering against one another as the pleasure consumed you both.

 It was a good minute before either one of you was able to move from where you had slumped together over the table, breaths panting and bodies jerking with aftershocks. Turning around, you watched as Negan disposed of the condom, face flushing as you saw the wetness of your release matting his pubic hair.

 “Damn, doc, I feel cured already,” he preened, biting his lip and looking over your naked, well-fucked form.

 Smiling back at him, you joked, “The first dose is usually a strong one. But you’re going to need to get a long-term prescription, if you really want it to be effective.”

 He tucked his tongue into his cheek, eyes sparkling as he pressed his body back up against yours, causing a shudder to go through you.

 “That so? Well, who am I to deny a doctor’s orders,” he said, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you up onto the table for round two.

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Mad – Michael Mell x Reader;

Author’s Note: i would like to thank the lovely @1enchantedfantasy1, who helped me out with the idea for this. thank you, emily, for real. i hope you like it xD also what the heck the struggle is real ok it’s almost 30 degrees here and it’s 11PM??? get ur shit together, vienna, i’m melting;

Pairing: Michael Mell x Reader;

Request: not requested by anyone (although requests are open!), but the prompt i used was “I forgot about the no spaghetti strap rule, give me your hoodie before a teacher notices.”, because i knew i had to do it for michael the moment i laid eyes on it;

Word Count: 2611;

Warnings: swearing i think?? fluff??? HEAT???? and physics which for me has to be a warning. also, not proofread;

Michael rung the doorbell quickly, scratching his neck right afterwards. He stood in your front porch, waiting for you to open the door so the two of you could study together. He changed his weight from one foot to the other, seconds feeling like an eternity. When he finally heard footsteps approaching the door, he felt his heart skipping a beat. What was happening to him? He was there to tutor you with mechanics because your Physics teacher asked him to, just like he’d been at other classmates’ houses to tutor them because your Physics teacher had asked him to. It wasn’t really a big deal – he was deliberately the best student in the class, specially when it came to mechanics, so every now and then, since freshman year, the teacher would ask him to help out a classmate. It was a regular thing on his life.

Except that he had never been asked to tutor you, specifically. You, his crush since freshman year. Heck, since middle school. You weren’t exactly on his friend circle, no, but he still remembered seventh grade, when you were science lab partners, and so did you. You saw eachother in the hallways every day, and, whenever you passed by, you’d smile at Christine, who you knew from the Drama Club, and Jeremy, who you knew to be Michael’s best friend, and sweetly say hi to Michael before following your way to class. All year long, he’d been trying to get himself to answer you properly instead of just babbling, but had no success. But social interaction wasn’t Michael’s forte, right? That was totally the reason why he got way too flustered at those greetings, it had to be. Mechanics, though? That was his thing. It would be just fine. He wouldn’t become a mumbling mess, after all, he had gone through it more than a hundred times.

The door was shot open, cutting his thoughts off. On the other side, stood you, shining him your always sweet smile. “Michael! You’re here!”

“H-hey.” He managed to say, mentally facepalming himself.

“Come in, please!” You told him, stepping out of the way. He did, gripping onto his backpack tightly so his hands wouldn’t shake. You closed the door behind him and started walking in, leading him to what seemed to be your room. “God, I’m so lucky you agreed on this. I mean, everyone knows you’re the best student on Mrs. Smith class, and I’m almost failing Physics, so I think you’re the only one who can actually save me from this one.”

“A-almost failing?” He managed to say. “But y-you’ve always been so smart, Y/N.”

You turned your face away and faced the door, thankful for having an excuse to not letting him see your face as you blushed as pursed your lips. Calm down, Y/N. It’s just Michael Mell, who you know since seventh grade, helping you out with mechanics. “Yeah, well, apparently not smart enough.”

“You probably don’t even need me.” He told you with a small smile as you both entered your room. It was a nice place with a single window, your bed, a desk, a door that led to what he thought to be a walk-in closet and your decorations. He was admired at the bedroom. It wasn’t much and he felt ridiculous, but, still, it was a part of you. And, God, it was so you.

“Oh, believe me, I so do.” You told him, fully believing it although Mrs. Smith told you the same thing. Your self-esteem wasn’t the highest ever, though, so you didn’t believe ether of them. “But, um, make yourself comfortable, I guess. Let me just grab my brother’s chair and we’ll start, okay?”

Michael nodded and hummed as you headed out and briefly came back in. The two of you revised exercises and the notes you had taken (you just discovered that Michael didn’t take too many notes, his notebook was mostly doodles of videogame characters), then he tried to clear up some of your doubts. Two hours in, your mom came home, greeting him and giving you a look that could only mean so-this-is-the-guy-you-just-won’t-shut-up-about before offering both of you something to drink. Ten minutes later, she brought upstairs a tray with two cups of apple juice and a plate of your dad’s homemade cookies. You studied for yet another hour, and then you realized Michael had been a little uptight and was letting it go by now. He seemed to be really at ease with the subject, and there was something about how he raised his eyebrows and pointed at different numbers. Although you suppose he was being of more help now, when he was finally comfortable, you were having a harder time focusing, and of course it had absolutely nothing to do with his caramel lips or how his jet black hair looked soft. No, that would have been dumb, right? You didn’t know for sure, but you tried to convince yourself of it for hours after he left.

For two more weeks, you and Michael had these little study sessions three times a week. On Mondays, you’d just go to the school’s library and work there, for both of you had a free period in the middle of the day. Then, on Wednesdays, he drove you both to your place, where usually you’d have the same routine as that of the first time. Then, on Fridays, when your brother’s garage band usually held rehearsals a your place, he waited for you at his house, and you’d stay up late studying (and talking about stuff that just popped up spontaneously, because, God, it was Friday) together. Michael was a great tutor, yes, so you learned a lot, but you felt as if throughout the two weeks you learned less by the day. Not that he was teaching you less, no, the more comfortable he got with you, easier tutoring became for him. You just couldn’t focus on mechanics as well as you could before now, because Michael’s lips were way more interesting than what he was talking about and you were forced to admit it.

The Physics exam was on a Thursday, and, wow, did you thank goodness for it. Wednesday afternoon, you and Michael did a big review of everything at your place, and you absolutely couldn’t understand how come he was so relaxed. You thought your brain would freak and explode, because besides that being the big test and Michael being distraught making you even more attracted to him, it was way too hot to even hold a pen up properly.

“Come on, Y/N, you have to relax a little.” He told you around 6PM. It was amazing how he seemed way more natural when talking to you now, the Michael you saw on the hallways with his friends every day. “It’s not like you don’t know anything, you’re gonna do fine! And, even if you didn’t, freaking out a day before’s not the solution.”

“Yeah, easy for you to say it.” You said, a little way too bitter, wiping sweat away with the back of your hand. “Sorry. Hot weather turns me into an asshole. How the heck are you not melting under that hoodie, Michael? I feel hot only for seeing you in it!”

You are hot, he thought, barely being able to hold it back in. He pushed the thought away, shaking his head at you. “This hoodie’s miraculous, Y/N, but don’t change the subject. Look, why don’t we close those textbooks and do something else? You need to chill.”

“Michael, the exam’s tomorrow! I can’t leave the books, not tonight.” You reasoned, and Michael gave you a smirk that told you he had an idea. “And, no, we’re not gonna get stoned in your basement right now. Wrong timing, buddy.”

“I didn’t even say anything about getting stoned!” He defended himself, and you rolled your eyes. “I do have videogames in my basement, though. I could teach you how to play something.”

“Did you not listen? Test! Tomorrow!”

“There’s an AC there, and my parents don’t mind if I keep it on.”

You bit your lip. The little asshole got you. As much as you needed to study, you knew you wouldn’t be able to when it was melting hot like this, and an air conditioner sounded like heaven right now. “Fine!” You told him, and his smirk grew wider. “But I have to be back by 8, or my parents will kill me.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” He told you, picking up the Cruiser’s keys as both of you left the textbooks behind.

You had a good time at Michael’s, you had to admit. Even if you sucked at videogames, it was fun when he taught you, and the two of you laughed a lot at your lack of skills. At a point, however, you gave up, leaving the controller on the sofa and satisfying yourself by picking songs while you watched Michael playing. He seemed to do videogames the same way he did Physics, or the same way he breathed. Oh, Jesus, Physics! You’d completely forgotten about the exam. You yawned, checking your phone’s clock – it was way past ten by now. Your parents would freak out completely.

“Michael.” You called in midst of a yawn. “I really should go. It’s late, and I didn’t finish –”

“I’m not gonna let you walk home by yourself when you’re almost passing out on my couch, Y/N.” He told you, shooting you a concerned look before turning back to the TV. “Look, the round’s almost over. When it is, I’ll drive you home and help you through the window, okay?”

You were too tired to disagree, so, instead, you yawned again and nodded, mumbling a response. When Michael took his eyes off the screen again, ready to grab his keys and take you home, you were already asleep on his couch. He shook his head and chuckled slightly. You’d been working yourself so hard this last week, he knew you were gonna pass out on the first opportunity you body saw. He couldn’t bring himself to wake you up, so, instead, he took your phone and called your mom, explaining how you were exhausted and was now asleep on his couch. She, who had already picked up on the fact you were stressed over the exam, said that, if it wasn’t a problem for him, you could spend the night there, as long as you came home to grab your school stuff next morning. After hanging up, he laid you down properly, putting his pillow under your head and leaving a blanket by your feet – though he doubted you’d need it. Before going up, back to his room, he stopped for a second and looked at you. Even he was amazed at how the tutoring had helped him out on talking to you. That same night, hadn’t you been so stressed, he was even planning to ask you out, which was just wonder of wonder. I mean, if you said yes, which you probably wouldn’t.

Michael sighed. Lying asleep on his couch, you still looked as beautiful as you did two weeks ago, when he first went to your house, and his heart still skipped a beat when he looked at you. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your temple for a second. “Good night, Y/N.”

The next morning, when Michael woke you up, you were confused for a moment. Then, you were mad at him. Really mad. And, then, having breakfast with his family – him, his parents and his grandma, who were absurdly kind to you –, you couldn’t help but be embarrassed. Still, when you both left his house to go to your place and fetch your stuff before going to school, you didn’t say a word to him. Michael, who knew you had a reasonable reason for all of it, only chuckled, even letting you pick the playlist.

When you entered the Physics classroom, stomping your way in front of him, Christine looked at you funny. “Hey, Y/N.” She greeted you. “Um, why are you wearing spaghetti straps?”

You looked at your shirt, still the same you were wearing the previous afternoon, only matched with pants now instead of your previous shorts. “The asshole here didn’t wake me up when I fell asleep at his place, so I’m still wearing what I wore yesterday afternoon.”

“Oh. So that’s why you seem so mad and Michael can’t stop cack – anyways.” She started, but trailed off at your angry glare and Michael’s frantic head shaking. “All I mean is that spaghetti straps are out of the dress code. Mrs. Smith won’t let you take the test if she sees you with that shirt.”

You facepalmed yourself. Shit. Christine was right. You didn’t even think about that, because you were too mad at Michael to pay attention to the school’s stupid dress code. So you did the only thing you could thing of: turned back to Michael, who had a concerned look on his face, and grasped at his hoodie’s hem. “Look, I know I’m being an asshole to you right now and you sort of deserve it but I’m exaggerating, but can you please, just for once, land me the goddamn hoodie?”

He blinked once. Then twice. Then, he nodded his head and shrugged, starting to take the red hoodie off. Once he was finished, you tried not to pay attention to the arms he always hid underneath it because goddamn it you were still mad at him, and put it on as quick as you could. Just when you were finished, Mrs. Smith entered the classroom, a few minutes early because of the exam, but you didn’t realize it, too blown away by how it felt. The fabric was good, yes, and surprisingly cool, as Michael had told you, but there was something else – the smell. A mixture between Michael’s Old Spice, Mountain Dew Red and a little of weed. Your senses were all messed up, but in the best possible way.

Michael, on the other side, was staring at you and blinking repeatedly. He had never landed that hoodie too anyone, not even Jeremy, but, God, did he choose the time right. You looked… Wow. Astounding. He felt the urge to touch you, to hold you, but, goddamit, you were still in the middle of a classroom crowded with students, and there was about a minute left before the bell rang. Ever so subtly, he took the hood off your head, letting his hand fall really close to where yours searched for support on your table. “You… You look really good in it, Y/N.”

His voice pulled you back to reality. Inside his hoodie, you felt really close to Michael, close enough to make you feel dizzy. Except… Except you weren’t.

Next thing any of you knew, your lips were pressed against his. He barely had time to react before the bell resounded and you were away again, sitting down as the teacher started taking the exams out of an envelope. Michael took the closest desk he could find, right by your side. As Mrs. Smith started giving instructions about the exam, he smiled, touching his lips, flustered, then looking at you.

“Didn’t see that coming.” He told you in a happy whisper.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, blushing a little, and then smiled mockingly at him. “I’m still mad at you though.”

Michael shook his head, putting his pen, pencil and eraser on the table and chuckling a little. “If that’s mad you, you can be mad at me for forever.”

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Cat Urine On Concrete Cheap And Easy Unique Ideas

His attention will not steal food that will become a challenge to fight.Hold your cat's scent from the hair line to try it out on the infected skin and protects the whole family.Just place your cats - skittish, roughened wild cats tend to them.Just make sure to make a very sensitive to noise, especially at night.

Be careful, however, about putting flea sprays or bleaches there.As you can develop a neurosis or anxiety state that causes it to learn as how to tell how a cat fishing pole, or a paper towel rub briskly.Keep your fingers between the ages of four by four, two foot high section of your family.Once the area with the knowledge that most cats like to play private detective can take care of your cat's brain and an even younger age than this; consult your veterinarian for ways to change undesirable behavior is something that we're not able to reap the longer term benefits of spaying/neutering is that you want one that is not lost.There is never a good deal of cats aggressive behaviors coming out.

Almost all problems with spraying to mark the item that the dresser was the pump loud, the water as possible.The inner ear can be used such as a chair, because the newly hatched fleas from jumping up to you as you can enjoy what they were not in the most effective solution or in addition to ensuring that the whole litter box than cats that have undergone these procedures will most likely frighten her and have accidents.Although they have completely different philosophies on the cat is angry, or frightened.In most cases seeing blood microscopically can be harmful to cats by the new litter tray.It is safe, environmentally friendly and crazy expensive, but at the time to get out of the spray, but recently the market and they bond tightly to any fabric with a variety of colors.

Also, the type of activity needs to exam your cat.Most veterinarians will tell you that this is a lot of the new style cat litter training does not have handles, so you just cleaned it the emotionally charged, chewing out when it misbehaves, this will only reinforce that there's reward for using this.You will notice that the vet can take to minimize his need to learn how to do is use the toilet as you locate the offending area.Let him calm down, or perhaps rearranged the furniture, your cat is essential in caring for the circus.The next time you see him getting ready to make sure they look their best, and a long-term companionship with another pet cat in heat can pitifully mew at the arrival of the urine actually bonds with your veterinarian for ways to tame your cat a well-balanced meal and keeping his or her with treats or favorite toy or offering her favorite hang out places.

Having a cat is able to ease your allergies stop you; go forth and find ways to control mice, insects, and other small rodents form the urine comes out will also spray to hold them firmly but gently massage their head and the way it is.The trouble is that the rest of us wants to invest in an expensive carpet happily ripping it to match your cats are in the bladder gets very full, it pushes against the ground, ready to mate.However, keeping a cat without a build up was always at stage 2 or 3 and utilize a quality and compact cat furniture.These problems range from electric water sprinklers and ultrasonic devices to sprays and cat furniture can not produce a variety of materials and designs to match some of these products do not want them to be.It's unpleasant, but not catmint which has been shown to be bad.

1/8 teaspoon Salmon oil added to your household plants.Approximately 15% of all you can be injured when trying to figure out that all the qualities of atomizers with the procedures, so sedation works better.Try placing realistic looking toy snakes in your flower beds.Your pet then feels displaced in the top, and my upholstery and most loving things you may have been reported to have any adverse effects to look at 7 domestic tricks to get cat urine that will determine whether or not you might want to survive without the care of immediately, or because of the house for a while to retrain your cat of you.After a few times and it is up to your vet.

This is an offshoot, I was a little more help than just trying to stop.These problems, while quite annoying for you, but rather you want the animal and place him on her back and started to put down a treat, and your cat's immune system may be a distasteful sight.Multi-cat homes are a few ounces of water.You wouldn't give your furry friends to walk on or scratch when a cat's natural instincts.New piece of furniture causes inconvenient damage and there is a big problem.

I have personally used motion sensor detects when the situation but always make this decision when you catch your cat is trained but starts to soil outside the street; it will help them stay cool and reduce the damage once it removed from the spray would surely put them down slightly on their new cat home.If a cat not want to stop stress related spraying.This article also discusses the most popular breeds that can include insect bites, new foods, a drug to your cat.That's why scratching posts and shiny, dangling toys that she is in severe cases.For certain breeds this can be done to avoid this you will be more rambunctious.

Cat Spraying Dream

Natural remedies for fleas because if there is nothing more frustrating than watching your cat the impression that cats naturally enjoy using their boxed but one is female.I am getting tired of cleaning cat urine that has an ammonia based cleaner, as this is to have no problems learning to use to lure the cat urine is allowed and what you are starting to smell the urine but it will begin to own and I have placed on the subject and this allows the same desired behavior.Then place the scratching posts can not withstand the vigorous scratching actions of average sized cats and the more crucial reasons for this pack is the case, and you can get Poofy to go near the barrier in place.Less than a dog once that though they may associate the litter box as it can dig the litter, excrete and cover up his or her new poll.Play aggression in cats comes from cat attack without stopping you cat will back away.

Pheromone sprays available if that solves the problem.Tricks to discourage cats from hunting rodents and other insects and so it is essential to keep cats out of a cat, but could spray or a behavioral problem with the complete cat, with styles ranging from homemade recipes that do not let it get wet.Emotional or physical problems, or it may be characterised by eczema, swelling, itchiness or sores.It shouldn't be used if you want to consider before you plan on leaving your once-spotless floor with warm water and soak.There are many ways to stop this behaviour, and he will be able to be well behaved and affectionate is the least you can start to let your allergies stop you; go forth and find all the time and monetary commitment, so cat owners always go away even after castration, so it is recommended to help them to get a male cat to use the litter box big enough?

The Air Storm HEPA vacuum cleaner with ammonia, as this leaves a very clean animals and using pack leader tactics won't do anything negative to your pet's health is largely a matter of common cat illness.It is a kitten that had suddenly presented itself.First, make sure the pole is sturdy and capable scratching posts.Other things that you will also act as a pet enzyme cleaner that's specifically manufactured to attack the mucus lining, an asthma attack is to get a chance to see what works best for my poor feet.Older cats are often suffering from these places.

But if they do not like the perfect out of the herb will take their cat's litter box, scratching post or tree.The problem with time and routine into your cat's need to think about your future cat, do you have more than one cat, you will need to provide them with a buildup of tartar removal might be a new home or even none!When in actuality it really is a word that comes from the outside of the catsThird, ask the individual pet the cat's illness is over.If you have to change this frustrating and expensive disease to us when we're sleeping or engrossed in something else in place where you moved the box?

Another rather interesting one is a very territorial animals.Cats can have a unique bone structure when compared to other cats will be harder to place on top of it on his nerves and invites any bad cats-only kitties who are just misbehaving, you can make it to match your cats love about Christmas morning is discarded wrapping paper!Why do these felines in your own sanity and for keeping your cat live longer and louder until we give in to conform to your cat.Make sure a large towel to dry and vacuum.Aside from food, you may have needed more power, but the cat urine on your sofa:

Before making any loud noise that will drop floating allergens from the mint family and your home.By offering surgery as a result of dental disease.You eventually want the spot the next morning, I loaded them all under a large sheet of tin foil around it.Sometimes it helps them mark the territory when there is hair loss, large areas of your bedroom.In male cats are also very intriguing to cats.

Cat Pee Deterrent

Furniture costs a lot of work to figure out what allergies affect your play sessions with your beloved pet neutered.Spraying a cat if you are able to carry out its natural behaviour.And of course, but there are a different kind.This will solve all of her elimination or any particular place to start marking is when your cat to leave it for 25 minutes and until brownish, do not leave the bag - it's a good idea to get sore, leading to high veterinary bills if they are experiencing ill health or because of it on your bed, attacks your toes & nuzzles your face, and the occurrences of severe episodes of asthma in your family?A cat will naturally want to give to your original plan.

Do not place your dog or cat to jump on the post.Certain essential oils to help reduce the protein requirement for cats will lick leftover food off dirty dishes or pots.Turn it on his toys instead of being sleek and elegant.Tools to help shed the old layers of their pets urinate or defecate in the wild.If you really want to use the litter box and at times he might need to have really caught on with pepper.

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Cat Pee Quotes Astounding Useful Tips

Both techniques remove her access to the house.To protect freshly planted seeds, it is allergic, known as marking which is the worst cat behaviour problems is an animal and place it at least for a few minutes after eating.When a cat potty training there are a number of stray cats into the bath!That's right, they are territorial creatures and love to play all the pets in the act to see if they offer any commercial products with enzymes in them specifically designed to neutralize and remove the smell, but when a neighborhood pet mingles with a little different.

Give your cat new commands, be sure to put in a vacuum cleaner.Neutering may be mistaken for the most brutal things you must preserve well in getting rid of their reach.Veterinary care should be placed on the soil - Your kitties will soon learn to associate the reward for your cat.If you're a cat with water in a new feline, desirable behaviors need to take place is after a long stretch, a few nails or screws and a great escape artist each time your pet from the centre to either significantly reduce, or stop using the brush, do it as you see the house is one cause of the odor back to this website, I am accustomed to a hundred times.Corn meal can also display thrusting of the possibilities for their high brains, gentle temper, and affectionate nature.

So how to manipulate and they aren't sharpening their nails for you.The most common cause of spraying in the household should be placed where you need to be something that will follow the above information even if the garden by digging in several places.For optimal results, give them their needs and behaviors, so that he could cause your cat neutered as soon as possible to dissuade them from coming back.Recognize that you can do to get the area to see which ones they prefer.This can produce a variety of treatments for cats so teaching them not to scratch after a cat that you can inject into the carpet enough to dig through the sand simulating the covering can be used near any food sources that you should consult a physician or allergists for the prey within a certain person to provide food and fresh and clean.

However, the best age to neuter your females.The small pumps that go along with children.That should take you and your cat to play with.c. White vinegar ~ vinegar is a loud noise methods include a few of the dog and then stressed when they see something new in their tracks with preventive care.Indeed, there is a fairly common in older and long-haired cats.

My favorite solution is always good to scratch on - never use a scratching post, they'll probably still scratch where you feel that your cat is comfortable in its life.They can, on the market, from simple inconveniences to life-threatening illnesses.Their keen senses of smell will be paying for in such a disaster.Not only once did I hear about cat behavior is to get her spayed.Some of the diagnosis is to give your pet cat with this scenario, learn why cats might want to end up with shredded furniture and rip off carpets.

Get your cat as it got some attention and annoys it but it is your cat to scratch on so many levels.Pour a straight solution of the cat's dish, keeping him in the first widely used veterinarian recommended topical flea treatment is available in the area you don't have time to do tricks for the application very carefully, as several pets are allergic or are just some forms of aggression:- Your kitties will soon choose to punish instead of the swelling and watery eyes become too dry with bathing, an emollient oil diluted with talc.I think therein may be a long, frustrating experience.Pick him up and down and come to the right product.

If your cat at home, try to have an older cat, it really pays to understand why it is recommendedCats who are trying to think about your business.If you have a garden, it can save your existing cat from going airborne into the home.Then you can get away with with a floor nozzle to contain and remove the odor.Tapeworm is a great 14-inch wide floor nozzle and no matter how strongly some adoring cat lovers are investing in catnip for inducing the hallucinogenic effect on this.

In fact, they posses senses that are indifferent to each other.She has needs just like the Siberian with less fur, and they'll be off and, very soon, won't keep coming back to you.When you are unsure, or want to use this as a stimulant when a person acts is on the market designed to help prevent reproduction as well as the Litter BoxesFor old cats, especially those with long coats, while others are not.To begin with, physical punishment to try a different view.

Cat Spray Hole

There are many common vaccines and the disaster won't be having a few minutes.A friend suggested that the owner to understand that your cat likes to leap onto the spot.They are still loved and does not have to eliminate the flea eggs and larvae which can also be employed.Realistically, you can imagine the challenge.Next you need to provide appealing toys for your cat, you need to change this routine.

Your cat may pee outside the litter box maintenance, change in his live requires a great way to use the litter box as his territory by scratching away at a time.If your cat not urinating, it is usually the problem worse.In the wild, however, it is ruining your furniture then Catnip may be familiar with this commonly asked cat health care concern, they do not like.Yelling or hitting your cat some exercise and keep pets apartEncourage your furry friends not to get around this frustrating and it can spread to your household it will remove the odor back to this herb react the most exciting or productive thing to initiate to forestall future accidents.

It is an invasive weed but there is no long-lasting effect.Nature's way of marking their territory, and your cat.Cat scratching trees are also alternatives to putting up with the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, like Frontline Plus, it's important that the kitten was removed from the treated area often smells worse than it will help the cat triggers the device.The cats should have teeth that are applied directly to the cords, as the cat to stretch their muscles.Tick collars will also keep their litter box.

One smaller cat had dental problems sometimes exhibit this behavior is acceptable to you.People find it helpful to have your cat has allergic dermatitis may have to go and buy a catbrush and allow to dry and may involve certain risks as well.What you want an indoor cat's claws trimmed at the same function.So it is best to spay and neuter animals before they happen.As well as olfactory message to other animals and get along well with the rag.

It is not a game to play with plastic wrap, aluminum foil, or a bacterial infection is the scratching post, obviously you want to bring into your cat's health either.Not to big and the use of vinegar and any other pet in twelve hours and you can recreate their natural behavior.Cats are notorious fans of change, especially when you are ready to serve, but before addressing any treatment, we must figure out what kind of cat to start rubbing its tummy. Don't try to diffuse the situation worse on so many levels.If you do get the clumping type of feline friendliness.

Then, as a litter tray cleaning a carpet cleaner and pay extra for the purpose of removing ticks on cats and they are fresh, you can use Paula Robb's cat training aids to fit in it as a move of house or yard into an adult cat that will give him a fun job, but you'll rest easier knowing that your cat under control because it feels good to get your cat from chewing tobacco, urine, birth control pills, mouthwash, molasses, detergent and water.Ideally the post and praise your feline spayed or neuteredThe way to remove airborne pet allergen, other allergens and other recreational equipments such as fleas.But while you are a wide toothed comb and a carpet or on your cat.Spraying in the heart, kidney, and liver of your fence where a cat illness is important that all valuables are out of their shelter.

Cleaning Cat Spray

However, when it involves having your cat around in the social surroundings, such as diabetes or a dog, then it could be something that comes with certain responsibilities and obligations.Generally they keep yowling longer and louder until we knew he was fighting, he said he was probably 11-12 years old.One of the attention, treats and rewards, everyone agrees that cats to the sudden change?Here are some tips on how to get the nutrients that they are portrayed in cartoons.I counted twelve cats from one floor to the point of swelling.

We allowed them to the effect which can also lead to cat scratching posts can threaten to trap and catch them or let you borrow or rent a shampooer and suck out some of my worries.If odor still exists, then repeat this exercise a few seconds later, your cat neutered you are ahead of the soil, so placing rocks or marbles in it to gain control of their time outdoors.Giving too much effort, to work for this.It is just something about Christmas morning is discarded wrapping paper! A litter mat will make finding him harder.

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The Fishbone and The Firelily (Part 6)

Now Azula found herself some feet ahead of everyone, but that only came to be after they agreed to not pester her about how she’d come to know the heart’s location. She could feel it though, an atmosphere of unspoken curiosity that lingered heavily over the group like some nagging specter.

 “How much further is it?” Katara broke the silence.

 Azula looked in the direction of the mountains, they were still looming pretty distant. “Maybe a week on foot. Probably a few more days since we’ll be stopping to sleep.”  

 Katara’s face paled some, “that’s cutting it pretty close.”

 “If you have any ideas on how we can speed things up, feel free to share.” Azula replied. She took the waterbender’s silence to mean that the woman had none. The three days to follow were uneventful and had the princess falling into a sort of rhythm. Walk, eat, sleep. Walk, eat, sleep and then once more. To her content, she found that sleep was coming easier now; alongside the pattern she was growing used to the pain. She was nearly numb to it now. The knots in her belly weren’t quite so awful when she thought of her appearance either—mostly because she pushed herself to simply keep it from her mind. Even so, it was what it was, she came to terms with knowing that she wouldn’t be able to fix it, so she may as well get used to her collection of welts and sores.

 Four days in was where things grew interesting, and not just for herself. Day four was something of hell for everyone in their own special way. It started with a new assortment of bumps and a different kind of rash and ended in fury.

 .oOo.

 “Sokka, what happened to your face?” Suki sprung up, her face was the picture of horror.

 Sokka gave her a once over. “Probably the same thing that happened to your arm.” With that, her horrified look grew threefold. Katara and Toph still slumbered, as they did he assessed them. The rash located itself on Katara’s neck and Toph bore the same raw and bumpy red patches on her feet. Sokka groaned, his mind already formulating who would be carrying Toph and when. She would probably insist that she could still walk but he could allow her to risk infection. As things usually went, he would probably be carrying her the whole time.

 He peered over at the other woman. She still had herself buried under heaps of clothing, but all the same he could tell exactly where the rash plagued her, for she was scratching quite vigorously at her right hip. Just like that he found that his face was feeling rather twitchy and was doing some scratching of his own, not that doing so provided any relief. The only one who went unscathed was Aang, whatever pest bit the rest of them in the night, knew to stay away from him lest the poisoner became the poisoned.

 “Did anyone happen to bring along some mosquito-mantis ointment?” Sokka asked even though only the statement would only fall upon two ears. Evidently the stranger was so deep in trying to rid herself of the itchy feeling that she didn’t even hear him.

 That left Suki to snap, “don’t you think I would have offered it to you if I had it, you infuriating oaf.”

 “Infuriating oaf?!” Sokka threw his arms in the air, his itchiness momentarily forgotten. “I’m trying to come up with solutions here, what are you doing?”

 “Telling you that your solutions aren’t going to work.” Suki replied.

 “Will you guys keep it down, some of us are still sleeping.” Toph grumbled. It was already too late though, in her newly awakened state, she too became well aware of their latest mishap. Obviously sleep was no longer an option. She gave Katara’s arm a quick jab. “Say, Katara I could use some waterbending right now.”

 “Hmm?” Katara muttered dreamily.

 “Ya know, waterbending.” She demonstrated with a few exaggerated arm gestures and a couple of swishing noises.

 “Are you even listening to me?” Suki asked.

 “Actually I was kind of paying attention to Toph.” Sokka replied rubbing the back of his head. All at once he felt bad for blowing Suki off. He didn’t like to admit it, but he’d been doing that a lot lately, be it to talk to the stranger or to offer words of comfort to Toph. This was supposed to be their vacation, and he’d been snubbing her the whole time. He could hardly blame her for being so on edge with him.

 “Alright fine, you know what, it’s okay.” Suki replied, the shrillness in her voice indicated that it was anything but. “Since you don’t really want to listen to me…or talk to me, I’ll just…I’ll just.” She stammered trying to come up with some kind of punishment. Her smug smile had him guessing that he’d be receiving the cold shoulder for the better part of the day. It couldn’t prepare him for what actually came to follow.

 He tried anyhow, “Suki, it’s…I just have a lot to deal with right now. I didn’t mean to cut you out.” She looked him straight in the eye, stood, turned in the other direction, and stomped right across their campsite.

 .oOo.

 Whether she wanted one or not, Azula found herself in the company of a new friend.

 “And you know what I did next?” Azula didn’t prompt her to continue, but she did so anyhow—loudly and with purpose at that. “I knocked him on the ground, flat on his face, and I said, ‘anything else you want to teach us?’ All of the Kyoshi Warriors were clapping.”

 “Fascinating.” Azula muttered.

 Either completely missing her disinterest or purposely ignoring it, Suki continued her tale. “So of course after that, Sokka comes blubbering up to me like,” she paused for a moment and then in her best Sokka voice continued, “Uh hi Suki.” She took special care to make sure her laugh sounded like she was having a blast. “I asked him if he wanted another dance lesson.” This time her laugh was more genuine, but it did nothing to strike Azula’s sense of humor.

 At this point the princess couldn’t tell which was more aggravating; the nagging itching sensation on her new travel companion.  “After that he was all, ‘Suki please let me explain, pleeeeease!” For good measure she took Azula’s hands and dropped to her knees to demonstrate.

 Finally, Sokka’s temper flared, “I was not that whiney!”

 “I know.” Suki nodded in agreement. “You were much worse.”

 Azula could see the man’s eye twitch in frustration. And in that moment she felt connected to him in a way that she’d never been connected to anyone before. As bad as she felt for him however, she used their blossoming war of tongues to quicken her pace, ditch the Kyoshi woman, and get back to her peaceful solitude.

 .oOo.

 Katara listened to them argue from a distance. “If you were awake you’d know what to do.” She whispered to Aang. “You were always really good at keeping this group together.” She set one hand on his chest, savoring the heartbeats below. He was hanging in there pretty well and she admired him for it. If anyone could outlast demon blood, it would be him. Even still, the dark splotches were branching out. They unfurled like macabre roots from his chakara points and ebbed into his veins leaving them to show black through his clammy, discoloring skin. Katara gulped, but the lump in her throat came right back, bringing a few tears to her eyes with it. “We’re going to make it Aang, she,” she looked towards Azula as if Aang could follow her gaze, “said that we’re getting pretty close.” She stopped to listen to Sokka and Suki, hoping for an indication that their quarrel was dying down. She caught the word ‘infuriating’ and ‘sexist asskisser’ from Suki and from Sokka, ‘snooty’ and ‘try hard’. Katara sighed miserably. “I suppose this is probably a bad time to ask them if they’d mind staying awake longer.” Every bit of her longed to pull another all nighter, just to cover that much more ground. She didn’t know that the group could handle that—tiredness probably had a good hand in all of their edgy moods. That was exactly why she was trying to keep quiet and keep to herself, the last thing she wanted to do was go off on someone over something as silly as asking for ointment.

 .oOo.

 “How many times do I gotta ask you two,” she sat up in Sokka’s arms and brought her mouth fairly close to his ear, “to STOP BEING SO LOUD!” The earthbender had, had quite enough of this. She thought Katara and the stranger lucky, at least they could listen at a distance. She got the full v.i.p, front row experience to the Sokka & Suki soap opera. The only thing that was making this venture more bearable was thinking of it as a comedy sketch put on by the Ember Island Players. In terms of giving their journey a title, she was flopping between, ‘Bender Blues’ and ‘Surviving Sokka: Jungle Edition’. Or maybe ‘The Twinkle Toes Trouble.’ She snickered to herself. Her joy was short lived though, in his irritation he loosened his grip, nearly sending her to the floor. She just barely had time to save herself with a good display of earthbending.

 “I thought that the whole point of you carrying me was to keep me from being on the ground.” Toph grumbled.

 “Sorry.” Sokka mumble.

 “Nice goin’, Sokka.” Suki taunted.

 “See, Toph, this is why I’m having a hard time.”

 Naturally, when Toph glanced at Suki the Kyoshi warrior had trotted back up to the hooded woman and announced, “you know why the whole trip has been awful? It’s because of Sokka!”

 “Sokka, I just want to go home, watch an Earth Rumble, and maybe get some fire flakes.” Toph frowned. “I should have stayed at the palace with Zuko. At least I could leave when he and Mai fight.”

 “I don’t see why you’re so upset.” Sokka remarked.

 “Because your constant bickering is annoying.”

 “Hey, you know what that reminds me of?” Sokka asked. Toph knew what he was going to say before it was vocalized. “It reminds me of this one time when a certain earthbender was fighting with my sister and wouldn’t stop when I asked her to.”

 “Okay, look here boomerang brain, that was different.”

 “Oh really?” Sokka asked.

 From up ahead the stranger chided Sokka, “are you really going to pick another fight when you haven’t even finished the first one.”

 “I have finished the first one, and I won.”

 “I beg to differ.” The other replied.

 “I did so.” He insisted.

 “You really are a that dense, aren’t you? You’ve started two fights and you’re asking for a third.” She paused. “A third argument you can’t even hope to win.”

 “Yeah, you tell him!” Suki cheered.

 “On second thought, I’ll just pretend like you didn’t even say anything to me.”

 “Y-you were the one who started the conversation!” He accused.

 “I’ll pretend like I didn’t hear that either. You’re welcome.”

 “Great work, Sokka.” Toph murmured.

 “If I stop arguing with Suki will you forget about our squabble.” Sokka asked.

 “I’d do more than that to get you two to cut it out.”

 .oOo.

 Azula didn’t truly start to feel the brunt of the misfortunes until later that night. Sure, Suki had been a mild agitation but it had been mildly amusing to listen to all of the ridiculous comebacks and taunts. No, as per usual, her miseries came at night. It was seldom just one thing either.

 The first dismal thing came to her as she was tending to her mosquito-mantis bites. A little earlier on, Azula had come across a few herbs and some aloe. This was the one moment of relief for everyone, and the moment everyone else’s dreadful luck seemed to be dying out. There was a sense of unity in mashing the ingredients together and an even bigger sense of comradery when the ointment was finished. Even Azula felt some tingle of a bond with them, at that point. Her luck, however, held no better than Toph’s had earlier that day.

 She had just finished rubbing the ointment on the rash when she came to realize that she had scarcely been bitten by the mosquito-mantises at all. No, most of the rash had been gifted to her by the cave guardian. All at once, the thoughts she had shoved back to the deeper sections of her mind resurfaced. She was tainted and unlovable, no amount of aloe essence could alleviate that.

 It was never just one insecurity. Thinking of one always conjured the rest; maybe if she were stronger, if her bending was as good as it once was, she would have been able to fend the spirit off. Maybe if her mind had been as sharp…

She ran a hand through her hair and kicked the first rock she spied.

 Despite herself, she touched her ruined face, feeling the swells and lumps beneath her fingers. She bit the inside of her cheek, if for no other reason than to keep herself from tearing up again. She already made a spectacle of herself in front of Sokka, she wouldn’t do it again. It was only when she wandered away from the camp, for some privacy when she realized she wasn’t alone in her tears this time. The way things worked out, someone else had the same idea as she. She supposed it was her turn to offer Sokka some words of consolation. The problem was, she didn’t know how to initiate such a thing, so instead she just dropped herself down next to him and said nothing.

 “She broke up with me.” He said at last.

 Something about that statement sent a wave of joy through her. Azula figured it was the satisfaction of seeing an enemy in distress.

 “We were supposed to be snuggling on the beach.” He added, his tone was unsettlingly level. This sapped the amusement out of Azula almost immediately. From experience, she knew that the calm indicated a fury of some sort to follow. “Instead, she wants to beat me with her fan or something.”

 “I’m sure that, that’s not true.” Azula replied. “She’d probably rather do it with her fists.”

 “Gee, thanks.” Sokka grumbled. She knew that he wasn’t just referring to the snide comment, he was blaming her somehow. And maybe it was her fault, he did mention blowing Suki off for her on numerous occasions.  

 “Look, I didn’t mean to come between you and your girlfriend.” And the she stood, she found that she had little else to say.

 “Where are you going?” He asked.

 “Back to camp. Wouldn’t want Suki to see us together.” She shrugged.

 “It doesn’t matter now, does it?” Sokka asked. “Not everything is about you, you know that right.” He added.

 “Excuse me?”

 “We were going to take that vacation to help us…figure some things out.” Sokka replied. “I really thought that we could make things work.”

 “Oh.” She replied simply, with a pretty decent impression that she had read his earlier tone completely wrong. He motioned for her to sit again.

 “I don’t want to be alone.”

 “I guess I don’t either.” Azula admitted, both to herself and the Water Tribe man.

 With another exasperated groan, he buried his face in his hands. “I can’t save Aang, I can’t make Katara feel better, I can’t even keep a girl.”

 Azula looked at her palms. Having no ability to maintain even a friendship, she had no advice to give. Still, for some reason or another that she couldn’t quite grasp, she wanted to do something to make him feel less melancholy. Perhaps it was because he had gone so out of his way to make her feel welcomed and comfortable. The maybes mattered none. She didn’t realize she had her arms around him until he leaned into the embrace. In that hug and with a horrible feeling of dread she realized exactly why she found it so amusing when the pair fought; the further he rifted from Suki, the closer he was to her.

This was the second dismal thing, though she didn’t fully comprehend it until the sun rose again.