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12, coming right up! tagging also @tsunderelover07, thank you sm for playing <3
(this is lightseoulâs 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and iâll whip something up!)
12. "I COULD USE A HUG RIGHT NOW." (1.6k)
youâre startled to attention when your phone pings from where you unknowingly dropped it beside you on the couch.
apparently, it has slid by the edge of your butt in the few minutes of you staring blankly at the off-white wall, and the brief vibration right to your ass is enough to snap you back to reality.
your now sucky-ass reality.
picking it up, your frown deepens even more when you see the text.
(7:04 PM) bestie #1 (mina)đ: iâm so sorry i canât be there with you rn!!!! i got called in last minute to cover for momo. i really am sorry :(((
you know itâs not minaâs fault, but your heart drops in disappointment nevertheless. not wanting to make her feel bad, however, you quickly type in a reply.
(7:05 PM) you: no worries, mina. i understand :) stay safe out there!
sighing, youâre about to place your phone on the small coffee table in front of you when your phone chimes again.
(7:05 PM) bestie #1 (mina)đ: iâll make it up to you, promise!! can i send someone there to accompany you in my stead??
you feel your eyebrows furrow in confusion. you vaguely remember kaminari and sero talking about their patrol schedules shifting, and how they complained that they now have to cover friday nights.
kirishimaâs currently overseas on a classified mission, although you guess itâs not as classified now, seeing as how he told you and the rest of the squad about being drafted in it.
which only leavesâŚ
you shake your head. it canât be.
mina knows you better than thatâknows that out of the friend group, bakugouâs the one youâre the least close to, and youâre even convinced that the man hates you. youâre not entirely sure, but youâre starting to think heâs purposefully avoiding youâalways choosing the farthest seat from you, and never attending hangouts when it was just the two of you and one other person.
he may be making it a point not to smile or laugh around you, too. which hurts, because of the unfortunate realization that mina arrived at a few weeks ago before you can even say hold up.
the realization that you may or may not have a stupidly embarrassing crush on bakugou katsuki.
so⌠scratching him out, who else could it be?
youâre in the middle of unlocking your phone to ask who sheâs sending (because knowing her, she may be asking for permission now, but she for sure has already sent someone), when, as if on cue, a barrage of heavy knocks echo from your doorway.
you freeze.
that canât be a mutual gal friend of mina and yours. not with the aggressive-ass knocking.
your butt remains stuck on the seat for a few seconds of silence, at least until the rapping comes back on and again, and you stumble your way towards your apartment unitâs front door.
itâs moments like this that make you wish you have a fucking peephole, but oh, well.
patting down your hair in a last-minute, desperate attempt to look presentable, you finally reach for the knob and open the door.
only to be met face-to-face with bakugou âit canât beâ katsuki.
you literally feel your soul leave your body as you lock eyes with the man, who, from the get-go, is already frowning at you.
his eyes rove over your face. âdonât you look like shit?â
you canât help but return his scowl to him even if you tried. âwell, hello to you, too.â
the quip doesnât seem to bother him, though, who only continues to study you. when they get to your eyes, however, his frown intensifies. âhave you been crying?â
shit.
you forgot to check your reflection before you answered the door, but you bet thereâs no lying out of this one, what with you crying non-stop ever since you got homeâthe second you closed the door behind you.
âyeah, wellâŚâ you start, rubbing your nape awkwardly. âiâm not sure if mina told you, but i gotââ
âlaid off,â he finishes for you, nodding. âi know.â
hearing it from another personâs mouth, let alone bakugouâs, sends a pang of pain straight to your chest all over again, and you have to fight the tears that are threatening to well up around the corners of your eyes.
âwell,â he speaks up after a beat of silence, âare ya gonna let me in or not?â
you roll your eyes, although itâs more playful than anything, and bakugou catches you, to which he just scoffs. he enters as you hold the slab of wood open for him, closing it promptly as he crosses the distance to the kitchen in just a few strides, already familiar with the floorplan from the countless hangouts youâve hosted for the squad.
and as he opens the freezer, youâre about to ask him what heâs doing when, as if reading your mind, he holds up two pints of what looks like ice cream for you to see. âbrought your favorite.â
you beam at him. âaww, thatâs so sweet of mina! thank you.â
at that, his face contorts in a look of offense as if you just unceremoniously pinched his armpit.
you frown. âwhat?â
he only shakes his head, although that pained expression remains on his face. ââs nothing. sure, thank mina.â
ââŚokay? i just did, but okay.â
he tosses you a glare, which you just try to shake off. youâre sure comforting someone isnât exactly part of bakugouâs repertoire, so you conclude itâs better to cut the guy some slack.
âyouâve eaten dinner?â he asks as he rummages through the rest of your refrigerator, most likely judging you for the lack of ingredients and fresh produce.
âyeah,â you respond. he doesnât have to know that dinner was a cup of instant noodles you pathetically scarfed down in the convenience store on the way home. you figured you could treat yourself to a grand pity meal for getting laid off, but thought better against it. if anything, you needed to save money, at least until you get hired by another hero agency.
straightening up, he eyes you suspiciously as if sensing youâre hiding something. âyou sure?â
you nod decisively, which you can only do because youâre technically not lying.
bakugou stares you down for a couple more seconds before nodding curtly himself, now looking absolutely stiff in the middle of your kitchen.
and as you observe the man, it hits you that you may have just robbed him of the only thing he knows when it comes to consoling a grieving person.
by cooking for them.
youâre not exactly hungry, but you canât help but feel bad for the pro-hero as he stands there seemingly deep in thought, probably trying to figure out what to do with himself now.
you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what youâre about to say.
âbut you can cookââ you start.
âcome work for us.â
âwhat?â you ask, the same time he goes: âhuh?â
heâs the first one to regain his bearings. âthought you had dinner already? changed your mind, huh, dumbass?â
you ignore his snide pet name. âwhat do you mean come work for you?â
at that, bakugou shifts on his feet, shrugging. âyou know what i mean. come work at ground riot. we have a vacancy that fits you.â
you gape at him. âyouâre kidding me?â
to that, bakugou tosses you a deadpan look. âdoes it look like iâm kidding?â
you donât have the heart to tell him heâs looking constipated, like he always does, so you keep your mouth shut. instead, you only stand there a few feet away from him, twitching as you desperately tamp down the visceral urge to kiss the man in glee.
he must be getting weirded out, because he only looks at you with an eyebrow raised. âthe fuck is going on with you?â
âiââ you begin, clenching your fists.
here goes nothing.
ââjustâi could use a hug right now, bakugou.â
âa what?â
you try to ignore the incredulous expression on his face, let alone the scarlet thatâs starting to creep up his neck. âas a thank you. for the offer. and you came all the way here to comfort me, right? i could really use a hug.â
it takes him a beat to reply, mouth opening and closing and then opening again, until he settles with: âthatâs pushing it, dumbass.â
despite yourself, you deflate at his rejection. you got too carried away by his generous offer and the fact that heâs hereâthat he went out of his way to accompany you and even bring you your favorite ice creamâthat you ended up crossing a line youâve never dared to cross until now.
you try to deny it, but it stings.
still, you muster as much of a good-natured smile as you can, adding a light-hearted chuckle to boot. âi was just jokingâŚâ you mutter under your breath.
at that, you turn your back against him, face flaming in embarrassment as you start to head toward the living room to fetch your phone when you hear him heave a deep sigh behind you.
and before you can even comprehend whatâs going on, you feel something tug at your wrist, spinning you on your heel until you collide with a firm chest that can only belong to one person.
your eyes are wide as saucers when you feel his arms gently wrap around your back, pressing you further against him.
âhappy?â he grunts, voice low and reverberating against you.
it takes you a second, but you can only nod from where youâre plastered right onto him, his cologne completely flooding your senses, sending your heart into a total frenzy.
so much so that you almost miss the way his is hammering like crazy, too.
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Remember, Thou Art Barnacle
A serenity prayer for election day.
Originally posted on my website.
The Ann Selzer Iowa poll, regarded as the gold standard in all of political polling, shows Harris is up +3 in a state that Trump won by +8 in 2016 and by +9 in 2020.Â
And you are a barnacle.Â
The election better markets have Trump up by +19 (as of noon EST, 11/5/24), and bettors donât care if people are ashamed to admit who theyâre voting forâtheyâre in it for the money and only the money.
And you are a barnacle.Â
Mainstream pollsters have admitted to weighting their polls heavily in favor of Trump, to ensure they donât end up with egg on their face like they did in 2016 and 2020 again. International whales are taking out huge bets in favor of Trump, swinging the markets, and right wing think tanks are flooding the zone with bullshit polls to artificially inflate Trumpâs odds in the aggregate. And even if the popular vote is overwhelmingly for Harris, Trumpâs team is already laying the narrative groundwork to support a Stop the Steal campaign that, by the time you read this, will likely already have started.Â
All of that is true.Â
And you are still a barnacle.Â
You are not piloting the ship. You are not the captain of the ship. You are not laying out the potential courses the ship could take, you are not deciding which course the ship will take, you are not scouting ahead.Â
You arenât even a paying, ticket-holding passenger on the ship. You are a barnacle on the hull, deep underwater, and unfortunately, there isnât really anything you can individually do to affect where this ship goes. Sorry!Â
This isnât an invitation to check out, or become apathetic, or (heaven forbid) embrace doomerism. Quite the opposite: this is a reminder of who you actually are in this entire scenario, of the power you do not have, and of the power you definitely do.Â
After the 2016 election, some small part of myself was convinced I could change the outcome if I just posted hard enough. If I fought enough of my friends on Facebook, texted angrily, and tweeted from enough protests and rallies, somehow Trump would no longer be President-elect.Â
All it did was, literally, give me a rash. I got so angry for so long that my skin started to break out in hives. A doctor friend more-than-half seriously prescribed that I âget the fuck off Facebookâ until my skin returned to normal. Trump was still President-elect, the next 8 years happened the way they did, and here we are today.Â
Youâre going to hear a lot today: polls are tightening! Votes still arenât in from this critical precinct! If these trends hold, then we can expect to know something by such-and-such a time! The race is as tight as can be! White supremacists are threatening violence to avenge a dead squirrel!Â
(The squirrel thing is 100% real, and my god, I really wish I was joking.)Â
Remember, through all of it, that you are not the captain of the ship. You are a barnacle on its hull, and there is very little you can personally do to change it at this point. Youâve already done all you can doâor maybe you havenât, but even then, youâve already done all youâre going to do.Â
And as you stress, and consider how inebriated youâre going to get, and decide on which web pages youâll be refreshing every thirty seconds, and stress out some more, remember too that Donald Trump hasnât ever won the popular vote in his entire miserable life. He only won the electoral college, a racist system explicitly designed to empower slaveholders in southern states, one time, and ever since then, he has lost every election heâs declared for.Â
More people did vote for the woman candidate the last time one ran for President, and more people have voted for the candidate of color than their opponent every single time a person of color has run for President on a major party ticket.Â
And women have already made up a larger share of early voting than men in this, the first general election post-Dobbs, than ever before in American history. (53% women to 44% men.)Â
So as you stress and consider your inebriates and say to yourself, âHow can it possibly be this close?!â for the umpteenth time today, remember too that Donald Trump is a fascistic, deeply unpopular person (let alone President) backed by an even more deeply weird party, and that almost the entirety of your experience of this election is being filtered through the lens of a national, for-profit media that doesnât care who wins, so long as you keep watching.Â
Remember, you are not the captain of the ship, you are not the helmsman, you are not the map-maker.Â
You are a barnacle.Â
Vote for Harris, vote Democrat in your local and state races, and trust your other barnacles.
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Hey cactus! I wanna say I am really greatful for all the hopeful post cause it is really is a big relief to know good things still happen. I also am curious how far you go to do fact checking to see if something actually happened or gives a positive impact cause I personally have problems in doing that myself and would like to know your take on it. Again, thanks for everything and keep on fighthing :)
My fact-checking protocol is that whenever I use a new source, I vet them, primarily by checking their home page to see the focus/tone of their coverage, and more importantly, by running them through one of the best sites ever, Media Bias/Fact Check.
They do report on history of bias and history of accuracy in detail, with sources/examples, and run their own fact-checks regularly. They're a massive time/life-saver.
From their home page: "We are the most comprehensive media bias resource on the internet. There are currently 8600+ media sources, journalists, and politicians listed in our database and growing every day. Donât be fooled by Questionable sources."
Other than that, I mainly go off context, sourcing, and level of specificity in the articles. I don't go through and check all of the sources of my sources, or anything, unless I genuinely want to read more. That said, I've been doing this for a while, am fairly caught up on science and politics. I also literally work as a freelance fact-checker, sometimes. So I'm pretty good at figuring out when something doesn't smell right and needs more verification. I also have a couple sources that I have mentally asterisked as "90% good, but double-check just in case."
Generally, the bigger and more impactful a claim is, the more I verify it.
I also appreciate when people post corrections and/or more info, which is usually in the notes. I wish I could say I've never posted anything that turned out to be untrue, but unfortunately that is not the case! On the rare occasion that happens, I generally delete the post and sometimes make a separate post about it, or reblog it with corrections, depending on how much the inaccuracy impacts the story as a whole.
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Main 7 x an MC that acts silly and talks to themselves when theyâre alone
PT. 1 -- Pt. 2 after the fic that won the poll :p
Pairings: OBEY ME! Lucifer x MC, Mammon x MC, Leviathan x MC
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Spending time alone in the House of Lamentation became a rarity as the brothers and you grew closer. Some days it was mediating a fight between Mammon and Levi, others it was being dragged to go shopping with Asmo, napping with Belphie, then a Fangol game for Beelzebub, and Lucifer on your tail over assignments from R.A.D. Regardless, you gave your precious time out like bread and water, feeding those who cried out for help; you knew being needed by so many people at once made your chest swell with pride and filled a void inside you that nothing else could.Â
For a while, youâd convinced yourself that the exhaustion you felt was simply because you weren't used to so many people wanting to spend time with you at once, but your denial only went so far as you began to become snippy with your favorite demons. Talking to yourself was a habit youâd picked up every time you were home alone when you still lived with your parents. Staring in the mirror to finish off arguments, speaking to no one in particular while folding laundry, anything to fill the silence. Tonight you swore up and down that you finally had some time alone while finishing up a paper for Curses and Hexes and subconsciously, began to talk to yourself again.
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Lucifer ~Â
âWhat the hell am I even saying here?â You guffawed at your words, strung together by nothing but the Devildom equivalent of Red Bull and your hopes and dreams.
ââŚgreat and then you decided to⌠toâŚcompletely ignore the hex counterpartâ
You rolled your eyes, staring off to the side as if briefly looking at an off-screen camera. Someone has been watching too many sitcoms. âAwesome! Then I finish this and then I finish math and then Iâm done. Dude, I think Iâm the GOAT.â
âThanks!â
Unbeknownst to you, your monologue had caught the attention of the eldest, who, like you, believed that he had been alone that night. Leaning up to your door, he continued to listen as you narrate your actions to an audience you never expected to have.Â
âWhat would Lucifer sayâŚâ You spew a poor impression of Lucifer.Â
âYou do know you forgot the hex counterpart! How will you be expected to make me look good for my boyfriend? Oh, Lord Diavolo!â
 Embarrassment weighed in your chest, joking about it only relieved the insecurity of whether or not he could like you back for a moment before stinging. You take note of the fact that the demon had been occupying your mind feverishly the past week, today was certainly no exception. You wished heâd check on you to see how diligently you were working. The thought of his approval made you wipe away a dazed grin, your face hot with shameful desire.
Laughter bubbled throughout the room as you made yourself laugh through the rest of your homework. Luciferâs heart raced at the sound; as he had gotten to know you, your laughter became his favorite sound along with the haunted records he treasured.Â
Being caught up in the moment certainly put him at a disadvantage as he almost missed your footsteps growing closer to the door. The prideful demon took this opportunity to feign intention and raise his hand to the door as if to knock on it. Smooth.
âLucifer? To what do I owe.. the pleasure?â Your meek and confused demeanor threw him off. In front of his brothers you could be so witty, your retorts to the occasional friendly tease from one of his brothers at breakfast often resulted in his gaze focusing on your supple lips, he found that fantasizing about kissing you in the morning kept him distracted for hours to come.Â
Your bravery and confidence that you had slowly built up with the time you spent in the Devildom was something he admired so to catch you in such a vulnerable state felt as if you two were sharing something intimate. If the hall wasnât so dark youâd likely see his lightly flushed expression.Â
âI- How longââ You look behind you self-consciously. âWere you standing there?â
âI was just about to knock. Why do you ask?â Youâre lucky he likes you. Sparing your pride, to the both of you, was almost a love language on its own. The executive decision to not nag you about your assignment at that moment was made soon after seeing your cute behavior.
âOh,â a shy smile spreads upon your lips. You knew heâd be the last person to poke fun at you for this. âWell, itâs a little embarrassing but I tend to talkâ to myself? When Iâm aloneâ and.. sometimes around others and..â Your confession ended up sounding more like a question trailing off at the end into an awkward silence. Stupid beautiful demon face.
To your absolute delight, your awkwardness appeared endearing to the firstborn. Luckily you were able to catch sight of the slightly upturned corners of his mouth. He looked incredibly amused by your red cheeks and refusal to make eye contact.
âAre you laughing, Lucifer?âÂ
âYou are the GOAT? Or so Iâve heard.â
âFor that long?!â
Thereâs a moment of silence before you catch sight of his shoulders trembling with laughter, your fit of giggles in pursuit. Your heartbeat finally relaxed; you became aware of how comfortable you felt around him.
Who better than to keep your little secret?Â
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Mammon ~Â
âHooooly shit youâre a genius.â Your fingers flew furiously on your keyboard.
Quiet clacking noises emitted from your fingertips as your melodic voice broke the silence in your room. Music was much too distracting and youâd procrastinated enough on this assignment. Luciferâs nagging reminded you a lot of your mother and it goes without saying you needed less of that.Â
âOh my god,â You scoff, noticing you had accidentally typed âMammonâ instead of âdivinationâ. The demon had been particularly clingy with you as of late, not that you were complaining. It felt nice to be needed, especially if it was him.
âMammon.. oh heâs so cute.â You practically swooned, sighing loudly and quite dramatically. Your finger quickly made its way to your hair, twirling it mindlessly as your mind wandered from your assignment. The weekâs adventures replayed in your mind. You didnât miss the way your pose looked in the mirror, grinning and nodding in approval. Maybe youâll post some selfies later!
It wasnât unusual for Mammon to be demanding of your time if not the most out of all of his brothers. Who could blame him? Time flew when the two of you were together. Two peas in a pod.
âGod, if I keep procrastinating like that I wonât be able to go with him.âÂ
You gasp quietly, taking note of the expression you chose.
âIs that like a cuss word here? Will I get smited?â
A singular âHa!â Escaped from your lips followed by a string of words. Your frenzied typing had grown to a halt, the back of your seat used as a tool to help stretch your back. Truthfully youâd been at your homework for a couple of hours now and you still had so much left and it was so late. You wondered again where everyone went, you could hear the house creak and youâd be lying if you said it didnât freak you the hell out.
Scrolling on your phone, you decided to open Deviltunes⢠to cut the silence. Finally returning to your homework, you sang along and continued making small talk with yourself.
âCome to think of it, wouldnât it be weird if someone was watching me right now? Nice question moron, of course, no oneâs watching.â Your declaration came out less confident than you wouldâve hoped.Â
âYou always talk tâyourself in private?â The speed at which you turned around almost gave you whiplash. Catching sight of Mammon all smug and disheveled, likely from a night out, made your breath hitch. âWorry not! The Great Mammon will grant you the favor of sparing your ego tonight!â
âWhereâs everyone else?â Your arms stay crossed, attempting to make yourself look tougher. This moment didnât affect you, certainly not! Especially because you did not care that he was the one to catch you talking to yourself and because you did not have enormous feelings for him.Â
He only grinned at your weak attempt to change the subject. âJust out. Pretty sure Leviâs been here the whole time.â Both of you share a moment of agreement and you let go of a breath you weren't aware you were holding. This didnât deter the demon from prodding you until you answered his questions.Â
âYou talk to yourself too?âÂ
âYes, Mammon.â
âYou think Iâm cute?âÂ
âMammon.â His eyes widened at your tone, a smile plastered onto his face as he raised his hands defensively. The avatar of greed swore he meant no harm and came in peace.
Frustration bubbled in your chest as he continued to poke fun at your habitâ you were embarrassed yet the expression on your face, fidgeting, and red face went right over the demonâs head. Luckily he managed to catch on before he got pushed too close to your door. Complaints spilled from his mouth like chants he knew heâd pushed your buttons a little too much this time and, still with a grin albeit smaller than when he started to make fun of you, shifted his tone.Â
âAlright, human.â He grabs your wrist with one hand, brushing stray hairs from your blushing face. âPay attention âcause mâ only doinâ this once! Better not make me regret it.â
Mammon pulls you into his chest, halting your brief nervous breakdown and reminding you that despite all of the chaos you two get yourselves into heâs still your peace. You swear time freezes for a moment as you take in a deep breath, the scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke wrapping around you as his arms do. Thatâs your Mammon. He knew very well he wouldnât keep his promise and you wouldnât rather have it any other way.
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Leviathan ~
MC.hammah:
âYo Levi. You home 2nite?â
âHeard u went 2 a Ruri-chan pop-up! Get me something cute. Thx!â
Leviathanreallordofshadows:
âIf I have time after dis lineâ
âGet these randos out of line I need this figurine more than they do. > : (â
âUgh this is taking too longggggggâ
âHey! Whereâd u go? Keep me company or ur fakeâ
You didn't bother waiting for the messages that followed, even the resident shut-in was out of the house tonight. You tossed your phone on the bed and twirled around your room in delight. The world was your oysterâ except the world, for now, was confined to the walls that made up the House of Lamentation. You could go exploring, but the sight of your discontinued essay for class held you back from leaving your room. Trudging towards your desk from your bed had to be the hardest task you completed that day.
Your head rested on the palm of your hand as your fingers found themselves in a comfortable tangle in your hair. Scanning the online textbook excerpts in hopes of finding more context to your evidence. All of the right pieces were there, you just needed the glue that would connect them all. Attempt after attempt, the words began to blend into one another and you notice youâve been reading the same paragraph for the past 5 minutes.Â
Why was focusing on this so hard today?
 You lean back to rub your eyes gently, the blue light of your laptop stinging your retinas. Maybe you were just a little butthurt that youâd heard nothing about this, especially since youâd been the one to send him the Devilgram post notifying fans of the event in the first place.
âNot even an invite? Seriously, whatâs going on with him..â You frown at your lap, deciding to grab your D.D.D once again. The lock screen turns on, a group picture youâd begged everyone to take, the highlight to you was the cute poses you and Levi had chosen for this picture. Inside jokes like these often provoked the occasional look from his brothers; no one was in on them except you, him, and maybe Henry 2.0.
You scroll down the messages in your DMs with him, scanning for some sort of subtle invitation you mightâve missed but still nothing. With a quiet thud, you threw yourself onto your bed, continuing to scroll yet not finding a moment that excuse his lack of invitation.
âGuess mâ just not cool enough for these anymore.â âDid he take the fish? If you took Henry I swear Iâll rip your soft purple hair right out of your head.â You glance once more at your desk and bury your face into your comforter to let out a boisterously loud groan.
âHomework. Right! Maybe that's why he didn't invite me!â
You look into a nearby reflection with an expression desperate for approval yet you only end up with loud silence and a realization that you look insane. Focusing on your homework doesn't seem that bad anymore. The walk back to your chair is a silent one, thanks to that you were able to catch the quick footsteps from your door. Did whoever just got home hear all of that? Counting your blessings for finding yet another distraction to the assignment you were putting off, you head towards the door hoping to catch the spy. Opening it you weren't expecting to find Levi, much less with a giftbag from the event.
âWere youââ He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, embarrassed that heâd been caught so quickly. âOn the phone? Y-Yknowâ with someone?â
Had he heard all of the self-deprecating monologuing you spewed? Oh, no.Â
âNo! No. Levi, I was justâŚâ You trail off, talking quietly with newfound paranoia of being eavesdropped on. âTalking to myself. Obviously.â
Great. That sounded insincere! The demon shifts the weight on his feet awkwardly as his hands fidget with the gift bag in his hands. âOh, okay. I was just wondering since itâ uhmâ sounded like you were on the phone.â Poor boy⌠âI dunnoâ Iâm probably just being stupid.â
Your face softens as you hear his words. You two were too similar sometimes, sympathy was almost inevitable. Taking his trembling hands in yours you peek up at him through his bangs.
âWhatâs this, Levi?â âFor notâ not inviting you. It was supposed to be a surprise.â OhhhhâŚ
âLevi!â Your arms soon find themselves wrapped around his neck, overcome with emotion as you pull him close. You note he runs cold and that he smells like linen and a day at the beach. âIâm so sorry. I thoughtâ maybe you were over me coming to events like this.â
âNo! Never! Youâre myâ my Henry.â Levi flushed at the sudden spike in intimacy between the two of you. How he was able to keep it together this long was beyond him. âI just figured you were too busy for another event so Iâd bring you something specialâÂ
His free hand clutched your shirt to keep you close as if heâd let go and wake up from this dream where a normie and an otaku could get so close without a rip in the space-time continuum. Yet again, he supposed over time you became so much more than just a normie to him.
âItâs amazing Levi. Thank you!â
Worth it!
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Note: OKAYYY I know the fic that won the poll isn't technically my first fic. This one's kinda like a pilot episode? They're also all long kinda so that's why there's two parts soz be nice to me please
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college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader
chapter warnings/tags: mild angst, swearing, filthy raunchy smut, oral (reader receiving), squirting, p in v, creampie, i was diabolic writing this, choso's an oral god, use of "angel" A/N: oh my god I can't believe we've come to the end... how? how how how? it feels like just yesterday I started this hot mess of a fanfic and now it's complete. if you hated it; sucks for you. if you loved it; thank you so much. THANK YOU to all who have commented, reblogged, and showed continous support for this mini series! ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż(ĂłďšĂ˛ď˝Ą) i love you all so much muah muah MUAH! I've got a little treat in store at the end of this for you, so stay tuned!
index part fourteen | the end no more sorry
master list
part fifteen word count : 5,764 (+ 635 in bonus content)
two months later
school was in full swing again, and the weather was shifting; sandals were swapped for boots, and ball caps into beanies. students flooded the campus in heavy coats, clutching their textbooks, but not everyone could adapt to the change.
your breath formed a fog in front of you as you hurried through campus, realizing you were late. oh so fucking late. Yuji was already waiting for you at the library, ready to scold you for neglecting your studies â though really it would be Megumi doing the actual scolding.
your phone buzzed in your pocket, and as you pulled it out to check the message, you let out a frustrated sigh. of course, Nobara was skipping the study session. she always preferred wild Thursday nights to hitting the books. honestly, you kind of wished you had done the same.Â
after rushing (silently) through the library, you finally spotted Yuji and Megumi in a study room. you pushed through the door and immediately felt Megumiâs disapproving gaze. âyouâre late.â he said with a tut.
Yuji groaned, sliding him a small bill, and your jaw dropped. âyou bet on whether Iâd be late?â you asked, setting your things down a bit harder than necessary.
ânot if youâd be late, but how late.â Yuji clarified as you took a seat. you quickly flipped open your textbook, trying to catch up to where they were while both of them just stared at you.Â
you glared at them, eyebrows furrowed. âwhat? youâre looking at me like I committed a crime by being late.âÂ
âwe were just wonderingâŚâ Yuji started.
ââŚif you wanted to skip studying and join Nobara.â Megumi finished.
you gasped. âMegumi Fushiguro, you want to party instead of study? what has gotten into you?â
Megumi rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression. âdonât act so surprised. you know how important studying is to me, but even we need a break sometimes.â
you crossed your arms, pretending to be annoyed. âsure, but youâre the last person I expected to suggest ditching our study session. whatâs next, are you going to start dancing at parties?��Â
Yuji chuckled, nudging Megumi playfully. âhey, maybe we could both use some fun. besides, Nobara always knows how to make things exciting. it could be a nice change of pace.â
you hesitated, glancing back at your textbook, then at their eager faces. âbut what about grades?â pfft yeah right.
âtheyâll still be there when we get back.â Megumi said, his tone surprisingly persuasive. âjust one night wonât hurt.â
you took a deep breath, weighing your options. part of you wanted to dive into your studies, but the thought of a spontaneous night out with friends was tempting. finally, you sighed, a smile creeping onto your face. âalright, but only for a little while! weâll come back and study after.â
âno we wonât!â Yuji joked as he patted Megumiâs back and stood from his chair.Â
so now, here you were, three shots deep into a bar with your friends. âI canât believe you convinced Megumi to come out!â Nobara shouted over the music, arm slung around your shoulder.Â
âactually, it was his idea!â you responded with a grin. everyone was surprised, truly, but you werenât complaining.Â
the last two months had been nothing short of dreary, and you didnât mean the weather.Â
moving out of Yujiâs house had been the right choice. it felt like you could finally breathe again, even though each breath still carried a twinge of pain in your heart. while you were relieved to escape the heavy tension between Sukuna and Choso, you missed the latter with every fiber of your being.Â
it wasnât for lack of effort on his side. for the first month, Choso had begged Yuji for your address, but found that his brother was under strict orders not to share it. he called and texted constantly, yet you couldnât bring yourself to respond to any of it.
you were determined to stick to the belief that he would find someone better without you.Â
Sukuna, on the other hand, had been much more persistent. by the third week of living in your new apartment, he showed up on your doorstep. despite your protests, he somehow ended up on your couch, enduring nearly an hour of your yelling.Â
in the end, he accepted defeat. you vividly remember the relief you felt when Sukuna asked, âcan we just be friends?âÂ
friends. yes, you could manage that. any feelings you had for Sukuna had faded away during your relationship with Choso, and while you hadnât fully realized it at the time, you were sure of it now.Â
now here you were, being nagged by both Yuji and Sukuna, urging you to reach out to Choso. how had you gone from hating the eldest brother to listening to him go on about how youâd made the biggest mistake?
âdo you realize how this has affected him?â Sukuna asked one night over a pint of beer at a pub. âwhile I could drown out my heartbreak-â
âoh, sure.â you rolled your eyes.
â-excuse me. get over my bruised ego, then.â Sukuna smirked at your reaction, though he meant what he said. he understood now wasnât the right moment to delve deeper. âI could go out, pick up a woman at the bar, and bring her home. Choso, though? he hasnât done any of that. I havenât seen him talk to a woman once.â
âyeah, right. Choso could walk down the street and charm any girl.â you joked, but the thought made your stomach churn.
Sukuna chuckled. âdoesnât matter. heâs barely left his room.â
âoh.â was all you could manage.
since that day, the calls and texts from Choso had stopped. whether he had given up or found happiness elsewhere, you chose not to think about it.
instead, you decided to spend tonight drowning your feelings with Nobara, Megumi and Yuji. no thinking of Choso, no thinking of Choso, you repeated the mantra over and over just as youâd done over the past two months.
Nobara spent half the night shoving you gently in the direction of other men, trying to get you to flirt and have fun. no matter how many times you tried to dissuade her, she kept telling you that it was time to move on. but even when a guy would be trying to sweet talk you, you kept having to shake away images of those twin black buns and tattoo striped across the nose. how could anyone compare?
Yuji and Megumi tried to lift your spirits as well by forcing you to dance with them. but eventually, their sweet romantics would make you feel even worse, to no fault of their own. you were just remembering the night Choso saved you from that creepy guy in a bar.Â
âYujiâŚâ you whined, leaning heavily against the bar with your head in your hands. the music blared around you as Nobara tried to slide another drink your way, but you waved it off, no longer in the mood. âdid I really fuck up? just be honest with me.â
Yuji offered a sympathetic pat on your head, a gesture that only irritated you more. heâd taken to doing it since your breakup; it made you feel like a helpless child, vulnerable and lost. âI think you did what was best for you.â he said softly, but the words felt hollow and you could see past the fake bullshit he was spewing.Â
âbut⌠I donât know anymore.â you really didnât. the weight of uncertainty settled in your chest. moving out had felt like the right choice, but breaking things off with Choso? that was a different story. âI just really miss him.
âthen why havenât you talked to him?â Megumi interjected, his expression neutral as if he were presenting the most logical solution in the world.
âI canât. heâs better off without a brother-fucking girlfriend.âÂ
âIâm going to pretend I didnât hear that.â Yuji grimaced, shaking his head at your remark. the thought of you being⌠intimate with either of his brothers still made him a little queasy. after a moment, he leaned in closer. âheâs not better off without you. trust me, I know my brother. he might act like heâs fine, but heâs a complete mess without you. his musicâs gotten louder â like heâs trying to drown out the silence â and he spends all his time in the dark in his room. I havenât heard him touch his xbox in weeks. heâs just⌠an empty shell now. honestly, heâs even more emo than before, if thatâs even possible.â
maybe Yuji was right. maybe you hadnât necessarily made the wrong choice at the time, but the long-term effects felt crushing. you wanted Choso to be happy, that was why you left. if you were happy, great. if Choso was happy, even better. as you often reminded yourself, it was with or without you. but the idea of him suffering made your heart ache.Â
âI just keep thinking about the good times.â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. âI remember how he used to smile when Iâd surprise him with his favorite snacks, or how heâd get lost in his music for hours. itâs like I can still hear him playing those songs in my head.â
Yuji watched you closely, his expression softening. âbut itâs not just about you and him any more, itâs about what you both need. sometimes love means taking a step back, even if it hurts.â
âI thought I was doing the right thing.â you said, feeling the sting of tears threatening to spill over. âbut now it just feels⌠empty. I thought Iâd feel better, but I donât.â
Nobara returned with yet another full drink, her eyes flickering between you and Yuji. she placed it in front of you, but you just stared at it, not ready to take another sip but not pushing it away either. âyou canât keep punishing yourself for wanting whatâs best for both of you.â she said, her tone more supportive than judgmental. âI donât see why you canât just talk to him.â
âbut what if he doesnât want to talk to me? what if I end up just making things worse?â the anxiety twisted in your stomach, each possibility feeling heavier than the last.
Yuji suddenly placed both hands on your face, squeezing slightly to get you to turn and focus on him. âlisten, you are my best friend in the world â sorry Nobara â and you deserve to be happy. I wonât sit here and listen to you agonize over whether you made the right choice. obviously, if it still bothers you, then you didnât. I can say with certainty that Choso would want to talk to you, heâd probably cry if he got the chance for one minute to see you. so, get off your ass and talk to him.â
Nobara and Megumiâs jaws dropped, and you could only nod in shock. âIâve never seen Yuji be so firm.â Nobara muttered to Megumi.
âI know, itâs hot.â Megumi felt the sharp jab of Nobaraâs elbow in his side, causing him to chuckle.
finally, after your little pep talk from Yuji, you were stumbling back to your apartment alone, and all you wanted was to think about Choso. what was he doing right about now? was he blaring music through the speakers in his room? maybe he was playing video games or watching a movie. Yuji had said he wasnât doing any of that, but you could only hope for the best.
you grew nauseous at the thought of him with anyone else tonight.
as you dug for your keys in your purse, you tripped over something right outside your door. fuck, had someoneâs food delivery got sent to the wrong address again? âoi, what the hell?â you grumbled as you looked up from your purse, only to stop breathing.
Choso shot up from the ground, buns tousled and eyes puffy. he opened and closed his mouth, struggling to find even a simple âhelloâ only to give up and shut his lips tightly.
âwhat are you doing here?â you asked, your voice trembling as your palms grew clammy at the sight of him. your heart raced in your chest, aching for him.
âI had to⌠I needed toâŚâ Choso stammered, caught off guard that you were speaking to him. he hadnât expected to run into you; he thought heâd just swing by and maybe catch of a glimpse of you if luck was on his side. âI donât know what to say now that youâre right here.â
you couldnât help but chuckle, unfazed by his awkwardness. âdo you want to come in?â you slid your key into the door, and Choso nodded firmly.Â
maybe it was the alcohol, or just the shock of seeing him after two months apart, but your resolve was slipping.
he followed you inside, mentally letting out a sigh of relief at just being able to speak with you. Choso had begged Yuji every day for even the smallest hint of your new address. to his surprise, it was Sukuna who finally let it slip.
you moved to the kitchen, trying to give Choso a moment to gather himself. âcan I get you something to drink?â you asked, glancing back at him.
he shook his head, still looking a bit shell-shocked. âI just⌠I didnât think Iâd actually see you.â
you turned to face him full, leaning against the counter. âwhy did you come, then?â
Choso took a deep breath, his gaze dropping to the floor. âI canât stop. I canât stop thinking about you, about everything that happened between us. I canât move on from you.
âChosoâŚâ you whispered, your heart sinking at his words.
he stepped closer, his hand reaching out but hesitating halfway, as if unsure of how to bridge the gap between you. âI canât move on from us.â he continued, his voice trembling slightly. âIâll never be able to move on from you.â his hand slowly moved until it rested just above yours on the counter. âI thinkâŚâ he took a breath, and the vulnerability in his eyes made your heart race. âI think Iâll love you forever.â
your resolve crumbled, scattered like leaves in the wind, as the warmth of his presence enveloped you. âI think⌠Iâll love you forever too.â you confessed, the words spilling out before you could hold them back.
Chosoâs expression shifted, a longing flickering across his face as he fought the urge to pull you into his arms. he wanted nothing more than to kiss you, to hold onto you tightly and never let go, but he held back, willing to let you lead the way. if you wanted him to leave, he would do it, even if it meant breaking his heart all over again.
but standing so close, you felt that pull to him that was impossible to ignore. you didnât know if youâd regret it, but your body was responding to his proximity, urging you to bridge the gap. âare you going to kiss me now?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.Â
Chosoâs breath caught at your question, his eyes widening with surprise and a flicker of hope. âis that what you want?â he asked, searching your face for any sign of hesitation.Â
you nodded, a nervous excitement fluttering in your stomach. âyes.â
that seemed to break whatever restraint he had left. in an instant, he closed the gap, cupping your face gently with his hand as he leaned in. his lips brushed against yours softly at first, as if testing the waters. the kiss was tentative, filled with months of longing, but it quickly deepened, igniting a warmth that spread through you both.
you melted into him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer. it felt like coming home after a long trip â a familiar warmth that wrapped around your heart.
Choso broke apart from you, breathless, as he rested his forehead against yours. his eyes searched yours, looking for something within them. âthis canât⌠I canât handle it if this is just a one-night stand.â he murmured, breath warm on your face.Â
you shook your head against him, a small smile forming across your face. âI donât think I can let you go again.â as you whispered the reassurance, Choso groaned out in relief before pressing his lips to yours again.
where the first kiss had been cautious, patient, his lips now moved against yours with a fervent need to feel every inch of you. Chosoâs tongue dipped past your lips to tenderly caress yours as he pulled you closer into him, heaving chests flush together as your hands fisted the back of his shirt.Â
âangelâŚâ he moaned lowly, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you panted into his mouth. you felt like you were on fire, his hands leaving trails of flame on your body while they roamed and grabbed at whatever he could get his hands on. âI missed you so much.â
âI missed you too.â you whimpered as his lips found purchase between your neck and jaw. he peppered kisses along your skin before you felt his teeth bite into you before sucking a mark. âmissed you sâ much.â
the two of you became a tangle of limbs as he tugged you toward your bed, so conveniently close in your studio, until your legs hit the bed and you both tumbled backward onto the mattress. Choso landed on top of you with a thud, causing you to let out a laugh with the extra weight.Â
âsomethinâ funny?â Choso asked with a grin as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. âI missed that laugh. thought Iâd never hear it again.â
looking up at him, your heart raced, urging you to speak before thinking. he was so beautiful, watching you with a love-filled gaze, that you couldnât help but melt under him. âI love you, Choso.â the words slipped out softly from your lips but you had no regrets â you did love him, with your whole heart.
Chosoâs eyes went wide, shining so bright that you were blinded by the emotion pouring out from his expression. he was shattered when youâd left. youâd taken the sunshine with you, leaving him to hole up in the darkness of his broken heart. but with those three words, youâd started to piece him back together.Â
his lips crashed into yours, teeth clattering together with the force of it, as his eyelids fluttered close with furrowed brows. âIâŚ.â he started between your lips â⌠loveâŚâ a nip at your tongue â⌠you.âÂ
nothing was holding him back anymore from pulling his shirt over his head with one fluid motion, before latching his lips onto your neck and dragging out the sweet little moans he loved from your mouth as he marked you with his teeth. heâd heard them in his dreams, through his blaring music, every day he heard your voice, and now he wanted to make sure heâd hear it until he went deaf.
Choso trailed kisses down to your collarbone before pulling your shirt off and then unclasping the back of your bra. needy lips found your perked nipples, latching on roughly as he sucked one into his mouth. he made sure to leave bruising red marks on the plushest part of your tits as well â just in case the one on your neck hadnât taken. this skin was softer, easier to brutally bite and suck, dragging the most incredible noises heâd ever heard from you. with every scratch of his teeth against your skin, you moaned out in a mix of pain-pleasure, and your pulse raced under his touch, shivers running through your bones as he continued his path down to the hem of your pants.Â
it felt like the first time all over again; the need and desire taking over both of you. he was relentless with his hands dragging over your body, scratching and gripping everywhere they paused. but his hands would only pause for a moment, before moving on to somewhere else, desperately aching to touch you, feel you, taste you.Â
âwanâ tâ⌠need tâ taste you, angel.â he murmured against your skin as his fingers worked apart the button, then the zipper, ultimately forcing the pants down your legs and ripping them from your ankles to toss them somewhere on the floor. he had a one-track mind right now â tasting your sweet cunt on his tongue. âmiss the taste of you, been goinâ through withdrawals.â
your face flushed at the filthy words babbling from his lips as he kissed your inner things, making sure to leave bite marks there too. âChoso, thatâs so gross baby.â you whined in embarrassment and tried to shut your thighs, only to have them forced open by his hands pushing your knees apart.  âitâs not that great, Iâm sure.â
Choso looked up from where his chin was nestled between you, eyes half-lidded as if he was drunk off you already. âit is that great, itâs perfect. could do this all day if youâd let me.â and with that, he licked a stripe up your already slick folds and let out an animalistic groan at the taste. âsâ good, tastes sâ good angel. canât get enough.â
as he began to eat you like a man starved, spit and arousal coating his mouth and chin, glistening over his face tattoo you loved so much, you fisted his dark hair in your hand at the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. it had been so long â too long â and you were overly sensitive to every nudge of his nose against your clit as he pressed his face deep into your core.
âCho, sâ too much.â you whimpered when he plunged a single-digit knuckle deep into your warm walls and curled it into your g-spot. your hips instinctively bucked against his mouth, and he let out a pleased hum at your reaction.Â
he pulled his mouth away from your clit with a plop! and smirked up at you through his lashes. âfeelinâ good, angel?â he asked, but he could feel the answer on his fingers as he stuffed another one deep into you. your gushy walls were as tight as his pants were around his constrained throbbing cock, no doubt already leaking with pre-cum at the sight of you coming undone from his tongue. âwanâ you tâ cum on me, need tâ taste it before I get inside you.â
âplease â hah â please wanna cum sâ bad!â your moans were pornographic at this point as the hot knot in your abdomen tightened into a coil ready to be snapped. as you practically rode his tongue to chase your release, Chosoâs eyes rolled to the back of his head at the addictive taste of your cunt, deciding that if he died with his head between your legs and your cum on his tongue, it would be the perfect end to his life.Â
âthatâs it, cum fâ me âkay?â Choso urged before his tongue caressed your clit in circular motions while his fingers curled against your g-spot just right. your orgasm came crashing through you, two monthsâ worth of pent-up need for him and only him coursing through your bones as you came on his face with wild thrashes of your hips.Â
he had to wrap his arm over your hips, forcing them to be still as he didnât give up his pursuit of the most spectacular orgasm he could give you. even though your body felt like it was on fire, he was unyielding in his torment on your sensitive clit. you were still coming, screaming his name as you tried to scramble away from him in a desperate attempt to escape the overstimulation, but he kept you pinned in place with his bicep, growling into your dripping heat every time you tried to move.
âs-stop, âs too much!â you yelped as he continued scissoring his fingers inside of you, forcing open the tightness of your walls as he slurped your clit into his mouth and sucked repetitively. you were going to explode, maybe even die with every wave of release that just kept crashing, the warmth tingling through your body traveling down down down until you felt like a dam had burst, and you heard the squelches of your cunt squirting all over him.
Choso was ecstatic, and absolutely feral to feel your pussy juices spray onto his face and coating his tongue. you tasted heavenly, his cock twitching at the sight of you writhing at his touch â he wanted to lap up every bit of you, but even then, he knew his need wouldnât be fulfilled.
just as you were coming down, body still twitching with overstimulation, Choso stood up and shoved his pants down to reveal his leaking dick, red and irritated from the confines of his pants, ready to feel you wrap around him. âplease, need you to fuck me, Choso.â you begged as you reached for him, wanting him inside of you this instant or else youâd implode.Â
âdonât worry, gonna make you feel real good again, baby.â Choso pumped his cock with the same hand that was coated in your release before lining up his tip with your cunt. he kissed your lips, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. of course, heâd never wipe his face of your delicious juices. âmissed this sâ much, been dreaming âbout it every day.â
with one deep, steady thrust, Choso bullied his dick through your wet walls and bottomed out, balls deep within you and letting out the loudest groan youâd ever heard come from his lips. you gasped at the fullness, somehow forgetting just how large he was when he was pressed against your cervix and filling you so deliciously. he took no time in rolling his hips into yours without pause, ready to feel every inch of you coating his cock.Â
âfuck, Choso itâs been too long.â you gasped as his tip continuously kissed your cervix, loud and wet squelches coming from your cunt with every thrust he drove into you. your hips bucked to meet him, need, desperate for him to keep going keep going keep going. without a doubt, youâd be sore and achy tomorrow, but you couldnât give two shits as long as he was fucking you this good.Â
your name was a panted-out prayer on his lips as his hands cupped your face to look at you while he fucked into you, primal instinct taking over and urging him to fill you with his cum over and over. every ignored ache of his cock from the past two months had built up to this, and he wasnât going to let it go to waste. no, heâd pull more orgasms from your pretty cunt, and fill you up over and over until you could never forget the feeling of him.
 âshit â hmph â missed feeling your cunt wrapped around me. look at you, so pretty underneath me, like my own personal angel.â Choso murmured through his pants as his thrust became sloppier. to compensate for his lack of control and quickly oncoming orgasm, he slid his hand down, fingers pressing against your clit in slow, deliberate circles to get you to cum on his cock.Â
as the knot began to tighten in your stomach again, your eyes snapped open to look at Choso above you â black hair already sticking to his forehead, twin buns coming loose, pupils blown out from pleasure, and mouth agape as he watched you move underneath him. âI love you.â you whined, turning your head and softly kissing his hand that was against your cheek. âholy shit, I love you!â
at your confession, Chosoâs pace on your clit picked up and brought you over the edge, your second release racking your body as you trembled beneath him through it. he could not only feel it, but he could hear it too. your warm walls clenched around him like a vice, lewd wet squelches echoing with every thrust of his cock, and your slutty moans of his name had him crumbling. god, you were perfect to him, so soft and pretty and you felt. so. fucking. good.Â
he felt like an animal, rutting into you with all of his strength to get himself off, desperate to release himself inside of you. his orgasm found him as you were halfway through yours, and he groaned out, âI love you!â before smashing his lips into yours as his hips stilled to be as deep as he could inside of you, spirts of his hot cum coating your walls as he shuddered on top of you. âI love you I love you I love you!â
he fucked you through both of your orgasms before crashing down on top of you, head buried in the crook of your neck as you both struggled to catch your breath and come down from the high. âI love you, Choso.â you whispered now, brushing his bangs from his sweaty forehead and kissing him.Â
âI love you, angel. forever.â Choso murmured back in response, a soft smile taking over his wet lips as he nuzzled closer to you, breathing in deeply through his nose against your skin. ânever gonna stop loving you.â
âthatâs okay with me.âÂ
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it was Christmas time now, fresh white snow coating the ground as you hurried down the sidewalk. you were late, oh so late, again. you could already picture Megumiâs disapproving glare, and you almost lost your footing on a particularly slick patch of ice at the thought.
when you finally burst through Yujiâs front door, panting and flushed from the cold, Megumi gave you the expected side-eye. but then Yuji bounded over, a huge grin on his face. âyou made it! thank goodness. if I had to deal with mr. grinch for one more minute, I mightâve pulled my hair out. and I like my hair â everyone likes my hair!â he rambled on, tugging you in the living room and practically forcing you to sit on the couch beside Megumi.
âwhoâs the grinch this year? Megumi?â you asked playfully, a teasing grin spreading across your face as you glanced at the raven-haired boy. you then turned your attention to the other side of the room. âor is it Sukuna?â
Sukuna, lounging comfortably in an accent chair with a mug that you guessed was filled with heavily spiked eggnog, shook his head and let out a low chuckle. âtake another wild guess.â
you raised an eyebrow, confused, until Choso rounded the corner wearing the most hideous Christmas sweater youâd ever laid eyes on. the sight nearly made you gasp. âoh my god.â you breathed, struggling to stifle your laughter.
âdonât. say. a fucking. word.â Choso grumbled, shooting a pointed glare at Yuji who was wearing a matching outrageous sweater.
âyou look so cute!â you exclaimed, unable to contain yourself. you jumped off the couch and rushed over to him, planting a fat kiss on his lips. âIâve never seen you wear so many colors!â
Chosoâs face turned pink as his gaze dropped to the enormous, puffy reindeer on the front of the sweater. âyou like it?â he asked quietly, a hint of shyness creeping into his voice as he rubbed the back of his neck.Â
âI love it.â you replied sincerely, and when he looked back up at you, a radiant smile broke across his face. âand I love the man wearing it even more.â
âof course, when his girlfriend shows up, heâs no longer a grouch.â Yuji huffed, arms crossed and feigning annoyance as he watched the exchange between his brother and you.
âyou know you love it.â Megumi teased, wrapping his arms around Yujiâs shoulders and planting a soft kiss on his temple, a playful smirk on his face.
âI think Iâm going to be sick.â Sukuna declared, pinching the bridge of his nose in exaggerated annoyance before taking a long gulp from his mug.
you settled back onto the couch, still riding the high of Chosoâs blush, when he reached into the pile of gifts stacked beneath the tree. his eyes sparkled with excitement as he pulled out a small, wrapped box with a red bow on top.
âfor you.â he said, a shy smile spreading across his face as he handed it to you. âNobara helped me pick it out, so I canât take all the credit. she also threatened me to make sure I told you that.â
you snorted out a laugh and took the box from him. you carefully peeled off the wrapping to see a small velvety box hidden underneath, and your breath caught in your throat as you opened it. inside lay a delicate, silver necklace featuring a mountain with two stars atop it.Â
âChoso, itâs beautiful!â you gasped, tears pricking your eyes as your fingers brushed over it.
he smiled and gently took the necklace from the box. âwhile itâs not wall climbing, I thought it would remind you of our first date⌠and, well, us being the two stars. since⌠yâknow, we went climbing, even though we didnât do it on a mountain and -â
you looked up, meeting his gaze and causing him to pause his rambles at your expression, and felt hot tears freely sliding down your cheeks at the sweetness of it all. âitâs perfect. I love it.â Choso softly smiled before leaning closer and carefully helping you clasp the necklace around your neck. the pendant settled just above where your heart raced beneath your skin.
Yuji and Megumi exchanged knowing glances, and Yuji elbowed Megumi playfully. âlook at you two, all sweet and mushy⌠makes me sick.â Megumi teased with a tiny smirk.
âIâm sick of all of you.â Sukuna grumbled from his spot, but beneath the mug pressed to his lips, you could see his mouth curving up into a small smile.
Chosoâs cheeks flushed again, but he didnât take his eyes off you. âI just wanted to give you something special.â he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice making you melt. âI love you so much, angel.â
you sniffled slightly, reaching up to touch the necklace that you knew would never be taken off. âI love you too, Choso.â you replied before placing a soft kiss to his lips.Â
in that moment, everything felt perfect. you were in love, surrounded by some of the people that you cared about the most on the holidays. and for now, you knew that everything would be okay â more than okay.
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Sukunaâs POV
months later
heâd never say it to anyone else, but Sukunaâs therapist knows damn well to take the secret to their grave. sure, heâd been in love with you, or some semblance of love at least. so forgive him for being a tad heartbroken that he wasnât the one chosen after everything.
his therapist had told him not to ruminate over it, that he had sought forgiveness and worked towards being a better person. but had he truly? heâd spent the better part of the cold season getting over it, and while he ultimately had, he was still nagged by the dread of never finding someone to look at him that way again.Â
he was happy that everyone else was happy. heâd royally fucked up, he knew that, and he deserved to not be the one chosen in the end. all he could do now was move forward and continue trying.Â
try try try.Â
it was the mantra heâd carried into the new year, seared in his brain every second of every day. itâs all he ever did nowadays.
well, that and drink himself into a drunken stupor whenever he got the chance. and tonight was no exception â having ditched Yujiâs little party at the house to escape the suffocating romance between everyone but him, he found himself at a quiet bar two pints in, desperately hoping for a mild buzz at least.
he felt like a pitiful fool, drinking away his feelings. this wasnât like him, or it used to not be. he wasnât so sure anymore. he still felt the same â angry at the world, annoyed by those lesser than him, but in a way, he was more mature. mindful of the people around him and how he affected their lives. he guessed that was what growth did to a person.
but he couldnât let his old attitude consume him. heâd try and try and try to be better for everyone else around him.
that was until he met her.
âoi, get your fucking hands off me!â heâd heard a voice shout from just outside the bar. it sounded distressed yet confident at the same time. he wasnât sure what was going on until he heard two other deep voices, chuckling and hurling derogatory insults in the air as if it didnât matter.
today, it would matter to him.
Sukuna abruptly stood from his stool, causing it to fall to the ground with a loud crash as he stormed out the door of the bar. underneath the streetlights, he saw her â small and fragile, surrounded by two drunken men reaching their hands out for her. and yet, despite her predicament, Sukuna couldnât help but smirk at her, rearing back a fist, ready to knock someone out.Â
she hadnât even heard the crash from the bar, focused solely on the annoying assholes bothering her. all she'd been doing was walking home, alone, like an idiot of course. but a little recklessness never stopped her. she doubted her punch would do much damage, but it was worth a shot anyway.Â
âI said leave me the hell alone, twatbags!â she shouted, fist shaking but staying firm in a pulled-back position. if they made one more move, she'd muster up the courage and hit one of them. she hated guys like these, her office was filled with them and now she couldnât even get a reprieve walking down the street.
suddenly, both men went wide-eyed in front of her. hah, so her scare tactics worked, she thought. she'd have to pat yourself on the back later for this achievement. âaw, little ole me got you boys scared? looks like youâre about to wet your pants.â she smirked, crossing her arms in triumph.Â
until their eyes traveled from hers, to over her head.Â
âthese guys bothering you?âÂ
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Second Best- Jungkook (part 6)
Summary:Â Being friends with someone who has your heart itâs already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?
Genre:Â Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;
Pairing:Â Jungkook x female!reader
Jungkook woke up around 9:30 am. The first thing he did was check his phone in case he had any notifications from Y/n, but had none. He was seriously getting worried about this lack of response. Had something happened with the person Y/n left with? If that was the case he would never be able to forgive himself. He knew he should have gone after her, he's so stupid.Â
He got up, took a quick shower, got dressed, grabbed his keys and left, he couldnât keep up with this uneasy feeling. Putting his helmet on, he drove to the coffee shop Y/n worked. He knew her shifts very well, and that was the only place he could find her. When he got there, he parked his bike, took a deep breath and got in looking everywhere for her but still no Y/n in sight.Â
âHey there moto boy. What can I get you?â Sana asked. Jungkook looked kinda confused. âI was actually looking for Y/n. Is she on her break?â Sana frowned and looked at him suspiciously.Â
âYouâre kidding right?â Sana exclamed. âYou are always together and talk to each otherall the time when you arenât. You canât tell me you didnât know she took some days offâÂ
The world fell at Jungkook's feet upon hearing that. Y/n took a few days off and didn't even answered to his texts or deign to call? what the fuck was going on. Jungkook nodded his head, said thank you and left, picking his phone up instantly to call Y/n. âThe person you called is not available. Please try again laterâÂ
Fuck. Me
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Y/n fell in love with that place as soon as she saw it. Everywhere she looked she she felt immense peace and everything seemed so quiet and cozy, everything to make the weight on her shoulders disappear. Upon entering the chalet, they were immediately greeted by a gentleman at the entrance who directed them to the reception.
After checking in and receive the keys, they picked up their luggage and followed the gentlemanto the elevator, who was showing them the way to their "apartmentâ. Y/n couldnât believe what her eyes were seeing. Walking in, sheâs faced with a very nice living room, with wooden walls and gray furniture. It had shelves with books, among other really cute stuff decorating the place. All very neutral and very light, exactly what she needed. On the coffee table was champagne and a plate with strawberries and chocolate with a small note saying "we hope you enjoy your stay as much as we enjoy your presence. Thanks for choosing us. Have fun"Â
From the living room they went to the bedroom to organize their things. When they walked in Y/n was even more astonished. From their bed they had a view of the outside. She always loved snow and being there was filling her heart with so much happiness she wished she could live there forever.
âWhere did you find this place and how can you afford it for both of us?!â Y/n exclaimed. Lisa looked at her with a funny look âMy dad owns it. A benefit of traveling so much and not seeing his family for so long, not everything can be bad. I used to come here for Christmast and New year. It's crazy during those days and you know me, I love crazy and those were my favourite moments hereâ
Y/n laughed. Only Lisa could say something like that.Â
âSo⌠You know how to ski right?â Lisa asked out of nowhere. âOh hell no Lisa, no way, not right now, we just got here we shouldââ Y/n argued back but was soon interrupted by LisaÂ
âThere's a snow suit in the closet on the right. We have a lot to discover we won't wait until tomorrow. You rest during the night. Come on princess, time is moneyâ Y/n huffed while getting her suit to start putting it on. How could Lisa have so much energy was something she couldn't understand.
They both got dressed and head out of the chalet. Y/n was amazed by the view, everything was perfect. But itâs not an adventure if something doesn't go right for Y/n. Out of nowhere she lost sight of Lisa, making her panick. She had no idea where she was.
Y/n looked around trying to see her friend but couldnât identify anyone who would look like her. She started walking around worried about straying too far from where Lisa last saw her. Y/n was so distracted that she didn't even notice anyone coming close to her, ending up colliding with that person, causing her to lose balance and fall. The other person quickly knelt down, stretching out his hand to help her until she heard âY/n?âÂ
She looked up, took the stranger's hand and straightened her hair a little, trying to understand where she recognized that voice from, until the stranger took the protective mask off his eyes and saw him.
âTaehyung?â Â
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ETERNITY â SUGURU GETO
a/n: hiii !! first geto fic on this account maybe?? shocker bcs i love him so bad... commission for @nexysworld !! love her so bad, pls check her out <3
cw: 18+ content, father-daughter incest, possessive behaviour, sheltered reader, mildly dubious consent, yandere-ish themes, very teeny tiny amount of religious themes, too. p in v, creampie, brief choking
Suguru Geto is not a man you would consider to be unkind, but there was very little affection within his actions. Your father was often patient with you - strict, but forgiving. When he touched you, it was always cold and clinical; always born out of necessity.Â
Your mother had always been irrelevant to him, nothing more than a means to an end. That just so happened to be you, his daughter, and one and only heir. He had sensed the cursed energy within you the moment you were born, and he took you in to raise you on his own. He had no need for that woman anymore - she had served her purpose and bestowed him with a gift greater than any other.
Your life was free of troubles. Perhaps you did not get to play with the village children, but that was alright. You were allowed to play with the others within the compound. His followers were always kind to you, if not somewhat on edge in your presence. You did not understand it then, but now you realised the apprehension they held did not stem from your actions, but from fear of upsetting your father. You had been sheltered, yes, but you found you did not crave much else. You were well-fed, well looked after⌠It was hard to feel caged when the compound was all you had known.
Your youthful naivety could not last forever, and Suguru knew this. He dreaded your growth with each passing year, waiting for the questions that would come. He could keep you from the outside world, but he could not keep the outside world from you. He had many visitors, people looking to be cured of their ailments. He could keep you from watching these interactions, but he could see the way your curious eyes shone as you watched them come and go.
You asked him about the outside world only once, shortly after he had âcuredâ a young child. You had been excited to see someone closer to your age, but his words quickly shut you down.
âThe child has been plagued with demons,â He had told you simply, eyes cold as he glanced down at you. âI can keep them at bay, yes. But it would not do you well to socialise with others such as him. They will corrupt you.â
It had not convinced you entirely, and he could see that in your eyes. With a small frown, he kneeled before you, tilting his head to the side. âI extracted one from him. Would you like to see it?â
You nodded, as expected. Hopeful curiosity glimmering in your eyes, the idea of being shown something new and dangerous exciting to you. He sighs, allowing the cursed spirit he had absorbed free. He had no worry - he knew it was safely under his control. But he could see the fear in your eyes as it stalked towards you, the way you instinctively backed up, glancing at your father for protection.
âDaddy-âÂ
He lets its maw open inches from your body, the acrid stench of its breath filling the room as it goes to attack. He watches, unblinking, as you tremble and beg for his help, tears streaming down your face. Even still, he waits a few more seconds before driving his cursed tool through the spirit, exorcising it with ease.
âDo you see now why I cannot let you outside? It is far too dangerous for you.â You nod, clinging to him as you sob into the fabric of his robes. He lets you, holding you close to him. âI do not wish to see you hurt. Promise me you wonât ask to leave the compound again.â
âI promise.â
The years pass, and you do not dare mention leaving the compound again. Even as you reach adulthood, the memory of the demon you faced as a child keeps you biting back any requests of more freedom.
Something in your father has changed - youâre not sure what it is, but it leaves you with a lingering sense of unease whenever you cross his path. His gaze has become sharper, watching your every movement like heâs waiting for something. What it is, youâre unsure of. Your pulse is constantly racing when youâre forced to be in his proximity for more than a few seconds, but your brain canât register what it is about him thatâs making you so tense.
Your realisation comes to you slowly. Youâve seen that look before in some of them men that have wandered around the compound. Not directed at you, but youâre able to identify it all the same.Â
Hunger.
Your realisation doesnât come with any changes in his actions, but you can see in the subtle curve of his lips that he knows. He can sense that you act differently around him. Geto is an intelligent man, and itâs clear he planned for you to find out from the start. Months pass by without any changes in routine. You rarely see your father unless he deems it necessary to address you, his followers often being the ones responsible for ensuring you attend meals and stay within the compound.
Then, suddenly, he comes to you.
Itâs the middle of the night when he wakes you with a gentle caress on your cheek. Itâs one of the most affectionate touches heâs given you since you were a little girl, fingertips gently brushing over your cheekbones. When you meet his eyes, your heart stops beating for a moment.
His gaze is anything but kind. His jaw is set tight, and in that moment you realised how naive you were to think ignoring his glances would be enough to keep him at bay. Seeing your eyes widen with fear is enough for a sharp grin to spread across his face, his hand shifting to grasp at your hair, tilting your head back harshly.
âYou're looking so beautiful these days, sweetheart.â Suguru murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, free hand grasping at your hip. âI thought about resisting my impulses, but itâs as if you were made to tempt me. Pure, kind, beautiful. Forbidden fruit is always said to be the sweetest, but I had never thought temptation would come to me in the form of my very own daughter.â
You stiffen under him, hands pushing at his chest. He tuts disapprovingly, his fingers slackening as he pulls his hand from your hair. Suguru slides his fingers down the side of your neck, delicately wrapping around your throat before he squeezes.
âShh, calm down. Itâs only me, bunny.â He purrs the nickname, one he has not used in years in an attempt to soften you, It works, momentarily, but your muscles still feel fraught with tension. He leans down, fingers tightening around your neck in a warning as he presses his lips to yours.
His mouth is hot against yours as he kisses you. He keeps the pace leisurely, almost teasing as he presses his chapped lips against yours, tongue coaxing your lips open. The hand on your hip slides under your shirt in a way that makes you jolt, immediately breaking the kiss.
âDaddy, wait-â
Suguru scoffs, raising a brow at you. âThat makes you sound so childish. You're a big girl now, aren't you?â
âD-Dad?â You correct, feeling yourself squirm under his harsh gaze.
âBetter.â He breathes out, lowering his head once more to lathe his tongue along the flesh of your throat, licking hotly at your quickening pulse beneath the skin. The hand on your bare slides higher, dragging the fabric of your shirt up until heâs cupping your breast, thumb brushing gently over your nipple. You gasp softly at the pleasure it brings, something that brings an unfamiliar heat searing through your veins as wetness pools in the gusset of your panties.
He grins at the gasp he draws from your lips, teeth gently nipping at your skin as he releases your throat. His thumb flicks over your nipple once more as he drags his other hand down, moving to feel the wetness seeping through your underwear.
âI promised Iâd protect you, bunny, and I meant it.â He murmurs, tracing a finger down the middle of the dampened fabric. He feels you tremble as he brushes over your clit, so he presses down gently to hear you whimper.
âI meant it,â he repeats, âI wonât hurt you, I just want you to feel good. You trust me, donât you?
Itâs a question, but it sounds more like a threat. You felt that familiar sense of unease in the back of your mind. You hadnât experienced these things before, but you werenât clueless. You knew this was wrong, that he shouldnât be touching you like this, but as his thumb replaces his finger so he could gently rub circles into your clit, your apprehension melts.
âGood girl.â He praises, words smooth and sweet. His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, and he slowly slides them down your legs. His eyes hone in on your cunt, slick with arousal that he caused. âLook at you.â
Shame burns your face as you close your thighs, attempting to hide yourself from his view. Suguru grabs your knees, prying your thighs away before sliding his body between them to keep them from closing again.
âWhatâs wrong? You said you trusted me, bunny. Why are you trying to hide from me?â
âI wasnât, I⌠Iâm sorry.â You reply, gaze dropping nervously. Your heart pounds almost painfully in your chest, feeling more ashamed for disappointing your father.
âI donât want to punish you, darling. Donât you want to be good for me?â He says quietly, his tone almost condescending. He doesnât wait for a reply before he sinks a finger into your tight cunt, a groan rumbling his chest as he feels you squeezing the digit. âSuch an innocent little thing. So tight and wet.â
Suguru pulls back briefly only to remove his clothing, settling between your legs once more. His thumb presses down the base of his cock, allowing himself to align the tip with your dripping hole. âThis may hurt at first, but you need to relax for me. Can you be a good girl?â
âYeah,â you breathe out, voice soft and nervous. Suguru presses forward, sliding himself inch by inch inside of your tight heat until his cock is pressed to your cervix. Tears prick at your eyes from the sudden burn, your chest heaving with heavy breaths as he pauses to allow you to adjust to his size.
âShh, shh. Youâll be alright, bunny. Your body was made for me, after all. It will feel good soon.â He promises, gently rocking his hips. âMy sweet girl. Iâd never have another have you like this. No, it has to be me. I wonât ever let anyone hurt you.â
He tries to be gentle with you - he has no intention to hurt his sweet little girl - but the way you squeeze around him feels divine. Heâs sure heâs never felt anything so perfect before, feeling as though heâs being driven mad as your slick walls cling to his cock, sucking him greedily every time he starts to pull out. Suguru is not one to lose control, but he canât find it within himself to hold back as he starts to fuck into you with earnest, pounding you into the mattress until youâre crying out with every thrust.
His hand falls to rest on your pelvis, thumb brushing your clit in a way that makes you mewl, arching into his touch. He grunts as you squeeze tighter around his cock, his hips stuttering as he rubs circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips buck, and he slams into you harder, bruising your cervix each time his hips snap forward. Youâre so tight and warm and perfect around him, and heâs not sure how much longer heâs going to last inside of you.
He watches through hooded, lust-glazed eyes as your body coils up tight, the prettiest moans and whimpers spilling from your hips as you come undone around his length. His teeth clench at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, the grip on your hip turning bruising as he fucks into you erratically, chasing his own release. His hips stutter before he stills, spilling deep inside of you with a low groan. His eyes squeeze shut, hand falling away from your clit to grip the sheets as he floods you with his cum.
âThere we go, bunny.â He murmurs softly as he returns to himself, slowly pulling out of you. He sighs shakily, brushing some hair from your face. âYouâre mine forever, darling. Iâm never letting you stray from my side.âÂ
His tone alone assures you his words are a promise.
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Reunion - Aftermath
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Pairing: Dick Grayson x (f)reader
Tags: slight NSFW, angst, toxic, you cant fix him, smut, grad school, halloween, Dick is the reader's friend's ex's best friend, reunion, oral, penetration, praise, heartbreak, heartbroken reader,
It took some time to get over your initial jealousy after seeing Dick with the girl at the bar. You excused yourself and left your things with your friends, then headed to the bathroom. You held it together surprisingly well, that is until you saw yourself in the mirror and let out a quiet sob.
Damn you. You fell for it again. Visions of that night replayed in your mind. His kind words, the gentleness of his hands on your body, of his lips on your neck, the way his eyes geld yours - it all meant nothing!
You wished you were a like that. Wished you could indulge in intimate activities without being emotionally attached or vulnerable. That you could just have fun and feel nothing the next day.
"Asshole," you cursed under your breath.
Your mascara was smudged at the sides, giving you away despite your attempts to calm your emotions. You ripped a couple of pieces of paper and tried your best to wipe off the tear smudged eyeliner and bring yourself back to normal.
A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.
You sniffled, calling out, "Just a minute!" And collected your things.
Opening the door, you questioned if the universe was testing you today because you came face to face with the same girl you had just been mentally cursing. She was pretty, dressed in a simple sweater and skinny jeans, tucked into high leather boots. The outfit slapped. It actually mirrored yours, and you almost laughed at the thought that Dick had a type. Speaking of, he was right behind her, his face nuzzled between her ear and her shoulder as the couple giggled to each other.
His gaze registered you, and then a look of surprise took over his face. His smile dropped, and he straightened up, clearing his throat.
You blinked, partly in surprise, partly to clear a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill. Swallowing uncomfortably, you moved out of their way, pressing yourself against the wall in the narrow hallway and trying to escape.
"Honey," the girl took you gently by the wrist. You squeezed your eyes shut at hearing her kind voice. "Are you okay-"
"I'm fine, thanks." You rushed without meeting her gaze. Then you made a mistake. As you walked past Dick, your shoulder nudged his - more aggressively than it needed to, for a random stranger passing by.
You knew your evening was positively ruined. To avoid ruining the mood of your fellow interns, you offered them a made-up excuse about a headache and took your bag on your way out.
"Y/n," the last voice you wanted to hear right now called our behind you.
You didn't turn around, instead holding your eyes closed and sniffling quietly under your breath. "Why, god?"
"Y/n," Dick prompted behind you. "What happened?"
"Oh, shut up." You said, stopping yourself too late.
He paused in front of you, leaning back as if ti assess you. "You're mad at me..." He observed.
Too tired to argue, you took out your phone and checked the bus schedule.
"Why are you mad at me?" He asked.
What a stupid question. You glared up at him from your phone. "Dont you have a face to suck on in there?"
A knowing smile spread across his face, and he shook his head. "I see."
"Good for you." You snapped, murmuring to yourself, "Go after her." You said, feeling your cheeks heat in embarrassment and began walking towards the bus stop, grasping at your coat as you shivered.
"She can wait." He took you by your hand and turned you to face him, nearly dislocating your shoulder in the process. You tore your arm away, only to be backed up against the wall of the bar, caged in by his frame.
You lifted you chin, challenging him with your red eyed gaze. You sneered, "Aren't you worried she'll see us?"
"Not really." Dick gazed back at you with equal challenge. This close you could smell the mix of his skin with his cologne, a painful reminder of how close you let him get to you. "At least she knows the meaning of 'no-strings-attatched'."
"Oh yeah?" You shot back at him "Well at least -" Your shoulders rose and fell as you searched for a retort, only to come up empty-handed. "At least..."
Giving up, you felt your shoulders sag along with your gaze as you let out another sob you'd been holding back. You sniffled, too ashamed to meet his gaze.
Something in him shifted. The vision of you crying? He never saw that, nor had he wanted to see that again.
He let go of you, feeling his own shame rise in his throat. His voice lowered to an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry. That was... uncool. Had i known you would see us... I would never have done anything in front of you."
Shaking your head, you admitted between sniffles, "I wish I was like you."
His brow furrowed. "Why?"
"I wish I could..." He swallowed. "Not get attached."
"I don't... not get attached -" he attempted half heartedly.
"Please," you rolled your eyes, taking out a napkin to wipe them. "I'm still covering up hickeys you left two days ago -" You pulled down your turtleneck to demonstrate "-and you're already shmoozing with someone new."
"I..." He swallowed thickly, studying to purple marks on your neck. Ones he left there. They had even begun to fade. It was like he branded you. But now that brand was disappearing. That image summoned a possessive flash to course through him.
You noticed his expression shift. Nostrils flared as his breathing begame heavy, and his gaze was scorching, you could almost feel where his eyes looked on your neck.
Quickly, you covered back up, putting some distance between the two of you. You didn't know what that look meant, but you knew you were just going to end up sad again. "I have to go,"
"Wait," he said, you stood, waiting for him to speak. "This isn't right."
"What?"
He ran his hand through his hair, the action causing his leather jacket to lift, revealing the gun and handcuffs on the belt of his jeans. Your eyes narrowed. Was he out on the field today? Was that how he ended up in the bar?
"Damn it, y/n," he let out in a quiet frustration. "I dont like this, you being mad at me. Our night was good. It was fun. I didn't ever wanna see you hurt. Please believe me."
"I believe you." You said, grasping at the strap of your back.
He met your gaze, searching.
"I believe you." Air left your mouth in a cloud as you repeated yourself. And you did. Truly. You didn't think his actions were in any way deliberate to hurt you. That was just... the way he was. "I'll see you around."
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Yeah... he fucked up.
Not in his decision to have sex with you. That was great.
No, what he fucked up in was not picking up on the clues that you were not the kind of girl who had casual sex. The women he usually slept with were all looking for the same as him. No attachment, no feelings, just a good few rounds.
And you had him convinced. How early you got up and got dressed the next day, ready to leave quickly. You didn't even wake him up. So he'd assumed you two were on the same page.
He assumed wrong.
No, he had you all wrong. Back in sophomore year, you'd always carried yourself with nonchalance. You underreacred where others overreacted. You prefered to listen rather than speak. You always appeared so... conservative of your energy. That's what made seeing you cry for the first time, which is much more shocking. Dick felt like he'd ended years of inner peace.
What was worse is that that night when he brought home the girl from the bar, he'd closed his eyes, imagining he was with you he was in bed with.
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"Hey, I'm not like a... bad person, right?" He asked out loud, eyes wandering off behind his mask as he finished dragging a perps unconscious body to the corner of the hangar.
"Who cares?" His youngest brother, Damian, spoke into his comm unhelpfully. The kid had just started the eighth grade, and his voice began to drop. Sometimes, when he spoke over comms, Dick found himself asking who that was.
"What?" Jason asked behind his own mask a meter from him, kicking the limp body of another henchman.
"Where's this coming from?" Tim asked over the comm. He was currently on lookout on the warehouse roof. "Also, you got two perps coming into the warehouse - no, hold on, one."
"Copy that." Dick nodded. "And for the record, I care, you heard me, and -" Dick put up a gloved finger as he listed his answers, then shrugged. "Just curious."
"Nightwing," Jason sighed in annoyance. "There is nothing you could do that would make you a bad-"
Another henchmen ran in, just to be knocked out with a single punch from Nightwing.
"-person." Jason finished.
But Dick wasn't so sure.
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The morning rain poured against the gymâs windows as Dick landed another punch against the bag, harder than necessary. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus, on his stance, his core, anything except the remnants of that night that kept slipping into his mind.
The memories were relentless. Flashes of you beneath him, the feel of your skin on his hands, the way your breath hitched when he kissed a path along your collarbone - they crept in despite his efforts to shove them away. The warmth, the breathiness of your voice, the way you looked at him like he was more everything to you. He shook his head, forcing himself to snap out of it.
He threw another punch, this time more controlled, as if he could hit the memory right out of himself. But even now, he couldnât ignore the way his stomach twisted, that irritating rush of excitement mixed with something he didnât want to name. Youâd thrown off his rhythm. All it took was a couple of tears. And he hated it.
Hell, he was Dick Grayson. He was supposed to have his heart compartmentalized by now - no strings, no lingering thoughts. Just one night and done. So why did the thought of you keep pulling at him, driving him back to those damn memories? It wasnât like him to get distracted. Yet here he was, haunted by the way your lips had felt against his skin, the softness of your touch. Fuck.
A curse slipped from his mouth as he gave the bag one final hit, feeling the pain in his knuckles. Heâd have to get over it, right? But no matter how many times he told himself heâd forget you, he knew the way youâd laughed, the way youâd looked at him like he was worth something real, had left its stupid mark.
Yeah, he fucked up.
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DOCTOR CHARLIE MAYHEW HEEELP MY PUSSY IS GOING CRAZY
i actually was not that into him bc i love priests so much but iâve come around. i like him in a he flirts with you when itâs inappropriate and feels you up during your wellness check kind of way. smooths a hand down your back to check your spine, coos at you after you get bloodwork and really milks the praise, saying how brave you are and that he jokingly wishes he could give you a lollipop.
youâd get sent to the emergency room for something and immediately get a crush on him because youâre not used to a genuinely hot doctor. you avoid eye contact and he constantly has to ask you to speak up, he smiles so charmingly and makes sure to be playful so you relax. repeats his credentials when you seem nervous, believe him, he knows what heâs doing.
may or may not have fucked nurses in the office. may or may not pump his cock when you leave because heâs thinking about doing the same to you. listens to your heart and imagines it speeding up, the way the scratchy paper underneath you would crinkle and how your throat would bulge around the stethoscope. heâs not that pushy, he lets his attractiveness do a lot of the heavy lifting aside from a stray weird comment here and there.
pulls one of those ladies that sits with you before your visit and asks why youâre there into a closet and makes her read him your information off her little tablet-computer while he fucks her. on your way out he suggested making him your pcp, heâs sure your insurance allows it and you seem so comfortable, you shouldnât have to sacrifice what youâve been so lucky to find. heâs even more trustworthy because again, he doesnât mess with your meds or anything.
he hits on you just enough to fan the flames of your interest without dipping too much into porno territory, heâs back to his professional self as soon as he notices the change in your breathing. makes you think itâs just you, which can cause infatuation to become an obsessive crush.
non horny thought but he chows down serious amounts of salad on his food breaks, avocado lime ranch đ¤đ
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âŚAnd Leave You With Nothing
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F! Reader (18+)
Content Warning: Emotional distress, toxic relationship dynamics, verbal conflict, mild physical aggression, manipulation, jealousy, intense arguments, physical violence, fighting, blood/injury, aggression, and cringe fest đ.
Summary: Eddie is willing to do anything to talk with you.
A/N: divider by @saradika-graphics !!!
Tags đˇď¸ : @somethingvicked @prideandaesthetic
The air felt especially fresh tonight, crisp enough to make you take a deep breath and tug your coat just a little closer. Robinâs dad dropped you off at the curb, giving you a quick nod before driving off into the night. Youâd been promising yourself to offer him gas money soon. Between him and Steve shuttling you to and from work, it was starting to feel like a debt you needed to payânot that you ever asked for help. You sigh, reaching into your bag for your keys, when a familiar soundâa soft throat clearâmakes you freeze.
Itâs him.
âHey,â Eddieâs voice is low, almost tentative. He rises from the shadowed bench outside your house, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets as he takes a few cautious steps toward you.
You donât even think before you turn on your heel, making a swift move to walk the other way, but his hand catches your wrist, just firm enough to hold you still. âWhat are you gonna do, go for a midnight stroll?â he scoffs. âYou realize how dangerous and stupid that is, right?â
You wrench your arm back, shooting him a glare that could cut glass. âYou know whatâs really stupid, Eddie? Trusting someone who swore up and down that I had nothing to worry about.â Your voice shakes, and you hate that it does.
Eddie scrubs a hand over his face, looking like heâs trying to find the right words. âLook, itâs⌠itâs not what you think. Can we please just talk?â
âI think weâre done talking,â you say sharply, brushing past him with a shoulder-check that would knock anyone else off balance.
âBabe, come on!â He calls after you, his voice laced with desperation, but it only spurs you to keep moving.
Finally, your fingers close around your keys, and you unlock the door, stepping just inside. Turning one last time, you lock eyes with him, and for a moment, he looks like heâs ready to say somethingâsomething that might change everything. But you wonât give him that chance.
âI expect my things back tomorrow,â you say, voice cold and final. âIâll have yours ready too.â
And then you close the door, shutting him and his excuses out into the night.
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âNo way!â Steve exclaims, barely pausing to swallow a mouthful of pizza, his eyes wide with shock.
âI wish I was joking!â You take a sip of your soda, feeling the exhaustion of recounting it all.
You and Steve are on break, sitting in the food court, the noise of other diners humming around you. Youâve just filled him in on what happened last night. After you left Eddie standing outside, you expected him to go home. Instead, heâd stayed on your porch all night, waiting. This morning, heâd been at your door again, relentless in his attempts to talk to you, practically holding you hostage in your own house. Eventually, your mother, exasperated and protective, had called Chief Hopper, who came over to convince Eddie to leave before he wound up getting charged with trespassing.
âSo, youâre like...really done with him?â Steveâs voice is cautious, as though testing the waters.
You let out a heavy sigh, running your fingers through your hair. âI have to be. He paraded Roxanne around just to get under my skin, and then heâŚâ Your voice trails off, a lump forming in your throat. Steveâs hand reaches out, his warm palm resting on yours in a gentle, reassuring squeeze. You manage a small smile, even as a single tear slips down your cheek.
âLetâs get back,â you say softly, brushing the tear away. âRobinâs probably itching to take her break.â
The two of you toss your trash and make your way back to Scoops. As you approach, raised voices from inside catch your attention. You exchange a glance with Steve, and without a word, you both quicken your pace, pushing through the door.
Inside, Robin stands, arms crossed and eyes blazing, trying to block Eddie from heading to the back. âEddie, Iâm warning you,â she says firmly, âleave now, or Iâm calling security.â
Eddie only laughs, defiant and almost unhinged. âHopper couldnât even keep me away,â he taunts, his gaze flicking over Robinâs shoulder. âYou really think some mall security is gonna stop me? I know sheâs here, Buckleyâjust let me talk to her. Please.â
âYouâre not talking to anyone. Youâre done here.â The sudden edge in Steveâs voice makes everyone turn. Youâre surprised at the shift in his tone; itâs protective, firm, and completely unlike his usual laid-back demeanor. Slowly, he steps toward Eddie, eyes locked on him.
Eddie narrows his gaze, jaw tight. âOh yeah?â
âYeah.â Steveâs voice doesnât waver, his stare unbreaking.
Eddie lets out a low chuckle, running his tongue along the front of his teeth with a smirk. âI was wondering when youâd finally grow a pair, Harrington.â
Robin scrunches her face in disgust. âUgh, can we not do this? This isnât the school playground.â But her words are lost on them as they continue their stare-down, neither one backing down.
âYou should leave, Eddie,â Steve says, his voice low, almost daring him to stay.
Eddie tilts his head, accepting the challenge. âAnd if I donât?â
Before things can escalate further, you step forward, placing a gentle hand on Steveâs arm. âSteve, please donât,â you murmur, trying to defuse the tension. âCome on, just leave it alone.â
Steveâs expression softens the moment he feels your hand, glancing back at you with concern. But the sight only fuels Eddieâs frustration. His eyes darken as an idea takes root, and he sneers.
âOh, I get it now,â Eddie says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. âYouâve always had a thing for my girl, havenât you, Harrington? Now that Iâm out of the picture, youâre swooping in, playing the knight in shining armor. Trying to compensate for the fact that Nancy dumped you? What was it, huh?â His words turn venomous. âShe saw what you were really packing and decided it wasnât enough, so she ran to Jonathanââ
Eddie doesnât get a chance to finish. With a flash of movement, Steveâs fist connects with Eddieâs face, the punch landing with a force that sends them both crashing to the floor. In seconds, theyâre locked in a furious grapple, fists swinging as they roll across the tile. You and Robin rush in, frantically trying to pull them apart, but their anger has them locked together, fists and insults flying.
It takes a few bystanders stepping in to finally separate them. Two hold Steve back while Eddie sits slumped on the floor, blood trickling from his nose, staining his shirt.
You quickly take Eddieâs arm, helping him up. âCome on,â you say quietly, guiding him toward the bathroom to clean him up.
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âSit,â you say firmly, your voice leaving no room for argument.
âButââ Eddie starts, wincing slightly.
âNow!â You cut him off, your gaze sharp.
Reluctantly, Eddie sinks down onto the closed toilet lid, his eyes never leaving you as you grab a handful of rough brown paper towels and wet them under the faucet. Turning back, you tilt his chin up with a gentler touch than he probably deserves, dabbing the tissue against his bleeding nose. Eddie swallows, his hands hovering near your thighs, close but not quite touchingâhe doesnât dare. One wrong move, and he knows heâll lose whatever sliver of goodwill he might still have.
You glare down at him, anger simmering just beneath the surface. âStupid. That was so stupid. What the hell were you thinking?â
His eyes soften, the bravado slipping for just a moment. âI was trying to get your attention,â he murmurs, looking up at you almost pleadingly.
You let out a harsh scoff, ripping the tissue from his nose and tossing it into the trash. âIf you wanted my attention, maybe you shouldâve just made out with your new girlfriend in front of me again. That seemed to work pretty well.â
Eddieâs eyes widen, and he stands up abruptly, fists clenched. âI didnât kiss her!â he protests, the words laced with frustration.
You step back, crossing your arms, disbelief etched into your face. âI know what a kiss looks like, Eddie. Iâm not stupid! If you wanted to be with her so badly, you couldâve at least had the decency to break up with me instead of stringing me along for three years!â
You turn, hand reaching for the door, ready to storm out. But before you can leave, Eddie steps forward, pressing his hand against the door to hold it shut, blocking your exit.
âGod, do you even hear yourself right now?â he snaps, his voice raw. âIf I didnât want to be with you, donât you think I wouldâve walked away long before now?â
You cross your arms tighter, your eyes narrowing. âThen why were you so quick to go running back to Roxy, huh? Why were you so eager to spend all that time with her?â
âBecauseââ
âBecause nothing, Eddie!â you cut him off, voice thick with hurt. âYou wanted her all along, didnât you?â
His patience finally shatters. He slams his hands on either side of the door, trapping you between him and the cold, unyielding wood. His face is inches from yours, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation.
âWould you just listen to me, you stubborn woman,â he hisses, voice rough and raw with desperation. âIâll admit it was stupidâhanging around her, trying to make you jealous. It was a stupid, pathetic move to get your attention. But I donât have feelings for her. I never have, and I never will.â
Before you can react, his hands reach up, gently but firmly cradling your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are intense, every word dripping with sincerity. âI love you. I will always be in love with you. I fucking regret everything that led us here. If I could take it back, I would.â
A lump forms in your throat, and you whisper, âEddieâŚâ
His grip softens, and he leans in, his forehead nearly brushing yours, his voice barely a breath. âI donât want to lose you. Please.â
But as his face inches closer, you feel the weight of the hurt thatâs been building up. With a quick move, you slip out of his grasp, his hands falling away as you step back and push open the door. Without looking back, you walk out, leaving him standing alone.
A muffled, frustrated shout echoes behind you as Eddie slams his hand against the metal tissue dispenser, the impact ringing out in the empty bathroom.
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Right as Rain - A Buck/Tommy Fic
Thank you to @rowsandrowsofnothing for a prompt to help me get my mind off the shitshow that is the US right now. (If you'd like me to not tag you please let me know.)
Prompt: âcat distribution system hits Buckâ
It was midafternoon when Buck checked the clock. Tommy had left for work hours ago, and seeing as he had the day off, and had been spending more time here than at his loft, Buck decided to help Tommy out by doing a few of the things on his ever growing laundry list of chores. Being a first responder himself, Buck understood just how hard upkeep could be and he lived in a loft; he couldnât even imagine having a whole ass house to take care of.
Being just after noon, Buck decided that it was probably time to stop and eat lunch, so he finished polishing the kitchen counter heâd been working on before dumping his cleaning rag aside and setting the cleaning chemicals a safe distance from his food prep area. Going into Tommyâs fridge, he pulled out supplies for one hell of a hoagie, multiple deli meats and cheeses, pickles and black olives and who knew what else. What? He was a big boy with a big appetite and he needed to eat.
Piling the split bun high, he returned everything to the fridge and grabbed a beer, one of Tommyâs fancy craft beers that he loved so much. (And that Buck was coming to appreciate; a Coors was good but he could appreciate the nuance of⌠better beers.) Snorting, he used the bottle opener under the counter to pop the cap and took a swig as he sashayed his way out of the kitchen towards the back door. On the way, placing his beer in the crook of his arm, he picked up the book heâd been working on. With a grin he pushed out the back patio door and headed straight for the lounge chairs.
Tommy had a few super comfortable lounge chairs long enough to accommodate their huge bodies with a small hand carved wrought iron table between them. Setting his beer and book down, Buck cozied himself up on the chair he was beginning to think of as his, the one on the left facing the lawn, before placing his food in his lap. He tilted the chair up just right, not straight up and down but not laid out on his back either.
Not a few minutes later he had his book held out in front of him with his sandwich alternating with his beer at his mouth. It tasted just as amazing as he thought it would. The sun felt warm, not hot, against his neck, and the air was quiet except for the occasional flutter of bird wings or the chitter of a squirrel. Buck was at maximum relaxation.
That was until he heard a familiar, yet not, kind of sound from the bushes that fenced in his boyfriend's backyard. The first time he heard it, he looked up and shrugged before returning to his book - things were just heating up - when thirty seconds later he heard it again. Being a first responder, his ears had been trained to pick up on the faintest signs of life. Frowning, he snapped his book closed and set his plate down on the patio table. Slinging his legs over the side of the chair, he stood and approached the bushes slowly, straining his ears hard.
There it was again. A pitiful, mewling sound. His heart picked up speed.
âHello?â He called out as he began pawing through the brush, wishing heâd brought his phone so he could use the flashlight to see into the shadows. There was no response and he began to think heâd misheard when he heard it again, much clearer. A plaintive, pained, mewl of an animal. âShit.â He breathed, eyes going wide. Frantically he began to push aside the branches, not caring about the way that they scratched up his bare arms. âHere kitty, kitty. I got you.â He tried not to sound panicked. Although he was a bit more of a dog guy, he was an animal guy at heart and he would never leave one to suffer if he could help it. And this baby sounded like he was in pain. âWhere are you sweetheart?â He hissed, checking every nook and cranny but coming up empty.
Until he saw them - a gleaming pair of bright green eyes attached to a void that blended in so deeply heâd have missed it if the poor thing hadnât had them open. His pupils were blown so big that there was only a rim of green visible. When the cat spotted Buck, he howled and scrabbled for him, reaching out a paw that was covered in muck and⌠Blood. That was definitely blood along its claws. Buck drew in a sharp breath as he felt his heart cracking in two.
âItâs okay, buddy. Iâve got you. Okay? Just hold on. Iâve got you.â Using his broad shoulders he pushed aside the bushes until he had a clear shot before reaching out to wrap his hands around the tiny body. Immediately he knew that the poor thing was likely malnourished, and possibly even dehydrated; Buck could practically count its ribs and every knob along its itty bitty spine. Tears pricked in his eyes but he held them back by sheer force of will. With trained precision, he extracted the creature from its possible tomb, cradling it to his chest. One of his, Buck checked, paws hung at an odd angle and he had been right about the blood. It seemed that the baby had been trying to claw his way out for who knows how long, or had possibly been running from something before getting stuck in the brambles.
Buckâs heart melted when he turned his head and stared up at him, mewing quietly as his one good front paw attempted to make biscuits on his pecs. âOh arenât you just the cutest little thing. What the heck happened to you?â Cooing, Buck petted the creature from the tip of its nose, all the way down its spine. âWhat should I do with you?â He sighed. âI guess we should at least get you cleaned up and take you to the vet. See if you have a chip or anything.â The cat slow blinked at him, and Buck felt when his little engine started to roar, vibrating his entire little body. Grinning, Buck shook his head and made his way back inside, leaving his lunch out on the patio. The local wildlife could have what was left of it.
In one of Tommyâs bathrooms, he made the cat comfortable on a pile of towels as he half filled the sink with lukewarm water and some Dawn dish soap. He kept a watchful eye on his new friend, making sure he didnât seem to be in too much pain while he waited. The pitiful thing just kept on purring and making tiny little biscuits, occasionally chirruping when he saw Buck watching. Cursing his soft heart, but not really, Buck once more picked up the cat, grabbing gently at his scruff as he lowered him into the water. To his shock, the animal didnât fight him in the slightest. He even seemed to breathe out his own sign of relief. Buck could only assume the heat felt good on its aching front limb.
For the next forty or so minutes, Buck scrubbed and scrubbed at the cat's fur, refilling the sink innumerable times as the dirt, grime, and blood sloughed off. When the water eventually ran clear, Buck bundled him up into the fluffiest towel he could find, which wasnât all that fluffy, as Tommy seemed to subscribe to the idea that men used sandpaper, and not clouds, to dry off. He couldnât help but chuckle at that as he squeezed out the excess water before gently wrapping the little one up into a purrito and setting him on the counter to dry as he made some phone calls to find a vet that would be able to get him in immediately.
Once the cat was mostly dry and had been fed half a can of fresh tuna, and drank down an oceanâs worth of water, they were off to the vet. In the front seat, still bundled in a blanket, the cat fell fast asleep as if it knew it was safe. Taken care of. At every stop sign or light, Buck would reach over and scritch behind its velvety soft ears or run his finger down the bridge of its tiny baby nose. Once at the vet, the little bundle was received as well as a pallet of gold. The techs cooed at him and consoled him over his hurt little paw, lamenting how anyone could do such a thing to such a sweet baby. He lapped it up, head bunting anyone that so much as looked his way.
Once in their room, the vet came to take a look. âWell,â he was an elderly man with graying hair and kind brown eyes - his brown skin leathery and soft with sun exposure and accent think - âthis little guy is lucky you found him. On its own, itâs nothing too serious, but if he had continued to struggle for much longer, Iâm afraid either the damage wouldâve been irreparable or he couldâve gotten an infection from all the micro cuts on, and near, his claws.â He stroked down his back, grinning. âI donât know why they say black cats are bad luck because Iâm pretty sure youâre the luckiest kitty alive.â The cat squinted at him and purred louder. Chuckling, the vet turned and grabbed a small apparatus from the counter behind him. The screen lit up as he explained, âWeâll do a quick check to see if heâs chipped and then Iâll bring him back to get a cast to set that front paw. After that, assuming he has no owner, youâll be set to go.â
Buck nodded but for some reason his chest squeezed tight as the doctor ran the chip detector over the cat's neck area. Theyâd only been together for a few hours but Buck wasnât sure if he could let the small creature go. It was the owners fault, after all, that the cat ended up this way. Not a minute later the little screen blinked red and Buck let out a relieved breath. âSoâŚ?â He didnât want to get his hopes up butâŚ
âNo chip. Heâs all yours.â The vet gave him a knowing smile as he bundled up the black cat into his arms. âNow, Iâll be borrowing your sweet little friend,â he scratched under his chin, âfor a short while so my techs and I can set his arm. Sound good?â Buck nodded and slumped back into his seat.
The rest of the appointment went by in a whirlwind. While Buck waited for the doc to come back, he started doing his due diligence by making lost and found posts on Facebook and Instagram, and all of the local lost animal pages he could think of. He didnât want to, but considering how he felt right now at just the thought of letting him go, Buck would never do that to someone else who had a pet they loved. (Even though he still thought they were bad owners for letting their cat out in the first place without supervision.)
If no one responds by midnight tonight⌠He thought, hitting post on the last message board. Just then a tech came back with his new furry friend, bringing a small card reader with her.
âWhat a sweetheart!â She exclaimed as she readied the machine. âSo for the chip exam, all of his vaccines and the castâŚâ She laid out the cost. Buck winced a bit at the price tag but he happily paid for it anyway knowing that the innocent thing would get better.
While the machine thought Buck asked, âDo you know how old he is?â
She smiled softly at him. âThe doc's best guess is about seven or so? Not elderly but definitely not a youngling either.â
He nodded again. Once heâd gotten the receipt, and theyâd said their goodbyeâs, they were back in his Jeep and headed for the nearest pet store to spend even more money. And Buck spent like he knew that this baby was his for good. Oh. Did he forget to mention he still hadnât talked to Tommy about him, and that his loft didnât allow pets? He hadnât necessarily been ignoring his phone but his mind had been occupied by other things the last four or so hours!
Both of them exhausted, Buck pulled into Tommyâs driveway. Grabbing only the bare necessities - litter, litter box, and a few toys - both boys dragged themselves into the house. Buck set the little guy down and watched for a minute as his natural curiosity took over and he hobbled around, sniffing at everything. Then Buck grabbed up the litter and such and went to find someone unobtrusive to set it up. To his surprise, his little shadow followed along after him, chirping and meowing all the way. Grinning happily, Buck stopped every few feet to let him catch up and to give his head a pat.
When that was all said and done, Buck went to the living room and made himself comfortable, flipping on the TV as he opened a few of the toys - a crinkle ball and a wand toy. The cat went immediately for the crinkle ball and it was hilarious watching him having to bounce to balance on his back legs while using his good paw to bat it to a fro. Settling in, Buck grabbed the throw blanket that rested on the back of the couch and prepared to veg out until his wayward other half came home.
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âEvan, Iâm home.â Tommy called as he dropped his keys into the dish at the door. Heâd noticed Evanâs car in the driveway and had been a little surprised to find it still here. Sure, the man had been spending a lot of time at his house but he usually went home for a bit on his days off just to grab the mail and do some cursory cleaning. When there was no reply, he frowned. He could hear the TV so Evan was definitely downstairs.
On soft feet he made his way through the kitchen, past the back door where he spotted an empty plate upturned on the patio and a half full beer bottle on the table, and turned to go into the living room. He stopped cold when what he saw finally registered. His boyfriend was sprawled out on the couch, the tiny throw blanket thrown haphazardly over him, one foot dragging on the floor and the opposite arm bent against the back. But that wasnât what took him by surprise.
No. That was the furry void curled into the tightest little black hole Tommy had ever seen, minus the neon yellow cast on the paw that stretched out in front of it. Even from where he stood Tommy could hear it as it purred, content and cool as a cucumber. âEvan.â His voice cracked. âEvan.â
âHmm?â Evan mumbled sleepily as his eyes blinked open, confusion written on his expression before remembering where he was. âTommy?â He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and craned his neck back so Tommy could see his baby blues. âWelcome home, babe.â
âEvan. Why is there a cat?â Looking just as confused as Tommy felt, Evan looked down at the fluffy terror on his chest and then back at Tommy.
âI saved him.â He said as though it should be obvious.
Sighing, Tommy approached and crouched down next to the man, running a hand through his curls. âI can see that but⌠Why is he still here?â Evanâs lips turned down into a frown and oh how his heart squeezed. The Buckley pout was absolutely no joke and Tommy would fold in seconds if he didnât hold strong.
âBecause he had nowhere else to go.â Ope. And there was the bottom lip, even quivering a little just to dig the nail even deeper. âI couldnât just let him back into the wild.â
Sighing once more, Tommyâs lips turned into a soft smile as he leaned in to press their foreheads together. âWhy not bring him to the loft?â
âBecause they have a no animal policy.â Tommy felt Evan shift so he could pet the cats back.
âYou realize weâre first responders, right? We donât have time to take care of an animal. Especially not when it's healing and weâll both be away most of the time. What if something happens when weâre not here?â
Evan stayed quiet for an exceedingly long time before he muttered, so quiet Tommy wasnât sure heâd heard right, âWhat if I just⌠stay here. Then someone will almost always be around.â
He sucked in a sharp breath and pulled away, caught off guard by Evanâs whimper of protest. âYou⌠want to live here?â
âAt least temporarily? Or you know⌠For longer.â
Tommy didnât say anything for a long⌠long⌠LONG⌠time before conceding, knowing he would never win. âDid you at least post some pet lost and found posts?â
âOf course!â He pet the cat more aggressively until it lifted its head and nipped at his fingers, overstimulated. âIf no one claims him by midnight Iâm keeping him.â His tone brokered no argument.
Sighing, Tommy stood and crossed his arms over his chest. âYouâve named him already⌠Havenât you?â
âMaybe.â
Grinning wryly, he asked, âOkay, letâs hear it. Whatâs its⌠his⌠name?â
Finally deciding to sit up, Evan stood in a less than graceful series of movements, so he could stand face to face with his boyfriend. He looked like a kid on Christmas with how happy he was. The cat clung desperately to his sweatshirt and Tommy couldnât help himself as he reached out to pet him. His fur was downy soft, but he was most definitely too skinny. Tommy could see lots of treats in the future and a very spoiled animal. To his silent delight the cat purred louder, bumping into his hand for more pets.
âRain.â He proclaims proudly, puffing out his chest. âBecause I found him in your geranium bushes.â
Tommy snorts and throws back his head as he laughs. Evan pouts and steps back so Rain is out of Tommyâs reach, much to his displeasure. âHey! Donât punish the cat just because youâre mad at me.â
âNo. No more pets until you admit my naming skills are awesome. Isnât that right, Rain?â He kisses the tiny bit of white on the catâs head and snuggles him closer.
Rocking on his heels Tommy says, though heâs not sure he totally agrees, âOkay, okay. Rain is a great name. So does this mean weâre cat dadâs now?â
Beaming, Evan says, âAs long as I donât get any messages before midnight.â Kissing his new fur child once more he says, âWeâll be the best cat dadâs ever, isnât that right, Rain?â The kid chirps and licks the tip of Evanâs nose which sends him into another fit of laughter.
Eventually the two of them settle back onto the couch after Tommy whips something up for dinner; Evan doesnât want to let Rain out of his sight for long enough to be safe while cooking. Once cozy, and feeding the little black void a piece of meat here and there, they flip to one streaming service or another to watch a movie.
Not one single message pings on Evanâs phone before midnight.
Everything was right as Rain.
#bucktommy#tommy kinard#evan buckley#tevan#911 abc#911 on abc#kinley#bucktommy fic#kinley fic#kinkley fic#firepilot fic#tevan fic
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So, I'm going to tell you an unusual story, and you do not have to believe me that it's true; I urge you, in fact, to disbelieve it, and to conclude I simply made it all up. But, if I write it now, it might be proven right at one point in the future, and then I can say 'I was right, I called this.'
As a child, I used to have a favourite tree. It was a big oak tree, with the lowest branches just low enough for me to grab and climb on. The ants were always crawling up on it. I would climb this tree and watch the sunset trough the frame of its branches.
I also often felt lonely and troubled as a child, so I would sit with my back leaning to the tree, and I would tell stories, things I couldn't say to people. Sometimes I would come there seeking advice, not knowing how to go about life. The tree was, as all trees are, a great listener. I can't tell you what the tree was thinking, but I was sure we were becoming friends.
One day, I wondered what the tree's story was. And I was a weirdo little child, okay, I was convinced I could communicate with anything, that I could feel anyone's emotions. And it was not a magical thing, Â kids sometimes develop some extra senses when they're in an environment where they have to watch out for other's moods. I was convinced that me + tree communication was possible. So that one day, I wanted to hear the tree's story. I pressed my entire body to the trunk and concentrated. I could almost feel energy flowing trough the tree, I could swear that I felt it. I imagined what must be in there. And then I saw something interesting. The trees roots continued underground, far beyond what I expected they would, and they had a way to connect and communicate with other trees down there. They could tell what was happening to the other trees that way. They were all connected underground.
This wasn't all I saw, but I'll come back to it.
I was impressed and fascinated by this new knowledge. Trees could share information. Trees knew if you were nice to another tree, especially if it was the same species. Word got around. They knew where other trees were growing too, and how many. I was happy to know that my tree was not alone and was in contact with all other trees, even when it grew alone. I didn't share this knowledge with anyone, as it would be impossible to explained how I gained this information.
Years later, it was discovered that trees do communicate underground, using mycelium as their communications network. 'Hm', I thought, seeing those news. 'I already knew that. It seems they only figured it out now'. I didn't know about the mycelium though, I just knew they were communicating. So I did get correct information back there as a kid, it was just too unusual for me to believe it.
However the discoveries didn't encompass everything I'd seen. There's another piece of information I got back then, that isn't yet â and maybe it won't be discovered at all.
I didn't just see the trees communicating down there. I saw them having conferences.
It wasn't constant and ongoing communication, the trees had set times where they would all focus, share their information, and they made decisions based on the information they gathered. So the trees are not only communicating, they also problem-solve and make decisions together. It makes me think of the communal sharing of forests â if one tree is weak and isn't getting enough nutrients or light, the other trees, or the mother tree would send that tree enough nutrients to survive, which makes it more likely that a tree would thrive in a forest, than alone. I feel like that's the kind of thing they might be deciding on their meetings, which trees need the most help and how those resources are allocated to them. I think this is a correct way to hold a community.
They also share the information about when predators or pests about to attack, and some trees are able to change the taste of their leaves or the chemicals in their trunks, in order to deter the enemy. Which I think is really cool for them to be able to do. Again, I have to conclude that the trees are superior to us.
So, I haven't been able to build another close connection to a tree like that (maybe you have to be a child in order to attain such special things), so I can't go ask another tree more about it, but that's what I have. Underground tree conferences. If in 10 years scientists come out with research supporting this, you knew it first. If not, well hey, we can theorize about trees, it's not illegal. Â
Again I do not claim I accrued this knowledge trough magical means, and maybe I'm just lying. But, if you're still reading, I can tell you that trees growing in close proximity to humans, are much more friendly to humans, than those in wild, abandoned forests. Some trees have a wacky sense of humor and will attempt to make humans laugh. Some trees show certain levels of concern over humans â we're very soft, squishy and fragile in comparison to them! And we get stressed a lot, while trees get stressed during droughts and pest pressure, which doesn't happen all the time. Trees have a greater sense of acceptance, there's things above their power to change and they make peace with it easier than we do.
So there's the information I gathered trough unusual means, and I while I cannot promise its reliability, I do think it's all good fun. And be nice to your trees. Because all other trees will hear about it.
#trees#forbidden tree knowledge#mycelium network#forest#nature#environmental#story#tree story#favourite tree#i miss you tree#i wish i could go there again and check up on it
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legitimately what the fuck am i doing
#i swear to god if my friend actually checks my tumblr today i am going to kill myself#like i don't want her seeing the shit i'm talking about#ok so that wasn't what this post is about but whatever#i need a better hidey hole in my room#rn all i have is behind some books on my bookshelf#but books gets moved#i wish there was like a hole in the wall or something#maybe i could figure something out with an outlet#like that's prolly dangerous#but idc#should i try body tape binding again#i have like no tape left but i could sneak some from the pantry i'm sure my mums stocked up#hhhh fuck i'm gonna lose my mind#i'm just stream of consciousing this shit now#hey dude (you know who you are) if you saw this NO YOU DIDNT#if you saw any of my previous posts actually#they'll get buried soon whatever#original post#rant#sorry
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Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family
#fucking hell#it started with finding out my dad smoked in my car when I picked up my sister#who was equally dreading the day#my mum turns into the world's tensest and judgemental presence. worsened by my aunt#then hell for autistic people (of which there are multiple present)#multiple deaf people means one uninspired conversation that isn't interesting in any way.#combinations of passive aggressiveness and people not saying a thing because they can't participate. voice volumes too damn high#weirdass food situations. Very full table. so many smells.#this goes on for over an hour. wishing for literally anything but being there. soul crushing.#then you still have to sit in that room for 2.5 hours. it just goes on and on.#my autistic deaf dad physically looks like how I feel. my mum and aunt keep piling on top of him to demand his mental presence#i leave the room once (to get my phone to show pictures to my uncle) and am immediately followed upstairs by my mum#who demands I don't leave the room (What's next. following me when I need the toilet?)#me and my sister are so bored we start throwing paper planes and fake fighting.#Which amuses the bored and the deaf#but of course my mum and aunt have opinions and this is not allowed. only soul crushing boredom allowed#they complain to each other over it while aggressively doing dishes#finally it ends because my mum and aunt start insisting my dad should go to bed if he's 'that tired'. *sprinkle on some additional ableism*#still sitting through a conversation about allergies one of my sister's friends has. my mum preaching that people should take that seriously#(meanwhile i had to cook for myself for 9 years because when my allergies were really bad no one bothered to check if i could eat something)#me and my sister go sit upstairs to discover our mum has made things we care about vanish in her room#and made things appear that should not be there#I've washed the interior of my car and hope the smell will go#you think it's over after that. but woke up with the realisation that even more things have disappeared from my sister's room.#i can't remember a time when things left outside of my room didn't disappear#I don't know why we do these family gatherings at all. no one has fun on days like that.#the housing crisis isn't making these things easy. my sister is losing her place to live again as well#she'll go hiking for a month and then work on a campsite over the summer#maybe I'll go house sitting again. idk.#can't make commitments a few months in advance like that because I'll cancel everything the second Sparks announces anything important
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Had an ADHD assessment a few years ago and the fuckwit that assessed me said, as a direct quote, "You're too smart to have ADHD." Like that's not any type of paraphrasing, that stupid fucking statement is burned in my brain forever and has been since I heard it.
I talked to my psychiatrist about getting a referral to a different psychologist for assessment, and she agreed and sent it in.
Today I got a call that said they don't agree that I need reassessment, and I'm welcome to pursue it elsewhere, but they won't provide reassessment. Which is just.
I don't even know where to start with that one. I just needed to get it out. I'm so tired.
#'we really dont think youre adhd so were not even going to let you pay to check again'#WHAT#thats an option?#they can just say that they really dont think its a problem for me so they wont waste their time?#the first fuckwit that assessed me said im too fucking smart to have adhd!!#thats not a fucking compliment and every professional ive spoken to since then has said 'yesh thats not right tey for reassessment'#i just had to write this down because#this morning i was showering before work and they called me and left a message#so i checked the message right before work cuz i saw it was them and i assumed they wanted to set up the reassessment#because i got a referral. but theur message literally just said that bullshit#and because it was right before work i had to pack that away#because trying to deal with that in addition to a shift at fucking mcdonalds wouldve killed me#but because i set it aside i just keep forgetting about it. so i needed to write this down to remind myself#that this is my life and this is the bullshit i get to deal with in this life#im so tired. i dont even know what to say here. what to think or anything#'youre too smart to have adhd. we're so sure of that that we're not gonna check again. waste someone else's time. bye!'#i wish the world worked the way healthcare 'professionals' think it works#what a beautiful world it would be. you could lose weight just by trying and when you lose weight all of your health problems disappear!#you cant have any mental health problems if you are smart or seem kinda normal or are a woman#i am resisting the urge to. i don't even know. i want to do something angry and destructive but i don't even care#at least now i dont have to drive two hours and pay $160 just to be told that i am too smart to have problems#and actually all of my problems are due to my anxiety and the fact that im female#god i wish that was the case. ill go on t if it makes my problems valid. would you like that?#what do i have to do to convince people i have problems? i will fully physically transition to be taken more seriously#would that help?? would that fucking help???????????????#anyway. i was about to say i wish i wasnt mentally ill. but i dont#being mentally ill is chill. its like a roommate that lives up there and weve lived together awhile so its chill#the only problem are the idiots they pay to deal with mental illness. at this point i dont think they have qualifications#theyre just bringing in men off the street. and theyre the real problem. goodnight folks#dont have the audacity to be mentally ill in this economy. its not worth it
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#my dad is starting shit with me again and just continuing fights and bringing up shit that has nothing to do with anything#and even when I try to calm the situation he just gets worse and keeps berating me#I want to get out of the house but my partner hasnât talked to me all day or even checked our message chat#so I donât want to bother them or just show up without them saying itâs ok#not that theyâd have much problem with it probably but if they donât acknowledge it I donât want to startle them or something#and idk what if they are mad at me and thatâs why they havenât talked to me today? or if theyâre having a bad day too?#theyâre not gonna want to deal with my bullshit if theyâre not having a good day either#so thatâs another problem to contend with#and Iâm also really tired and fatigued already because of some recent health issues and just packing my go bag is wearing me out a bit#I donât really want to pack up the whole car and drive an hour to their house after midnight when Iâm already not doing great#so I know I should just stay in my room and get some distance or do my own thing until I fall asleep#but God I just donât want to be here anymore#tbh I do kinda wanna be dead and I wish I could do something about that#idk if Iâm fully suicidal or anything but itâs like⌠I want to make my dad see how much he needs me and I want to get a fucking break#I want someone to take care of me and worry about me for once instead of giving up everything to him#I wish I killed my self at 16 like I wanted to so I wouldnât have ever had to deal with any of this bullshit#I sort of wish I could kill myself now just to be done with all of this#but suicide takes too much planning and hassle these days so whatâs the point anyway#I guess Iâm just depressed and lonely and all that#Iâm sure Iâll be fine in the morning#but right now I just really wish I had someone to talk to and cry on and tell me itâll all get better soon#personal
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