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Me: boy go to your mother for flexibility lessons.
#for real though I was amazed by you even as kids#I'm just like...well I'm strong#she took a ride on that 18 year old rooster leg#muscles and bulges either way you were enjoying yourself#and no I would have to say anyone that tried against us failed#I can't even remember how it gushed extra after it started up#meÂĄ is she pushing harder?ÂĄ?#fun and dream is all there is inside of your spirit#your name can be generated so nicely#mine always sounds like a tribute to Spanish pirates or some jew they hung on a cross#no birthmarks on me though *shrugs*#I wanna lick that mole on youe hip though#it was so bewildering your flesh matching mine#interesting that mom would have recognized you perhaps at that point#I like how when I process something new it ripples through my dumb fleah bound brain#is it strange even as children I wanted you to wear the spiked dog collar even though you were playing Penny#your hair lightened up from tree to shoe#I was like look at this cute pretty girl#dirty blond hair to match the dirt on her face#we got dirty as children it was the way of the land#sugar sand and micro granules of that black shit#I love how you got the GoDDaddy Everetts view on things#I am curious how bad you had mom's friend and daughter under your control#it is so weird how you need control (mommy is a lil' freak) and yet I feel like I have nothing worth giving#maybe you asked to hold it once while I peed#it was us and back then *shrugs* it was pre sexualized exercises if exploring#when you squat and pee and I'm like don't you need to wipe and you're like nah I'll be alright#we both have visions of Grandpa's present as we put the caterpillar into the coffee can#maybe it was already a cocoon#rusty ass old maxwell house that hasn't seen freah coffee since we were in diapers
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Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt.Â
Word Count- 5.5k
Warnings- Swearing, violence, spoilers for canon, abusive dads, trauma, reader having bad responses to her trauma.
âWait, youâre telling me that I miss ghosts coming back and terrorizing Damon just because I went to a doctorâs appointment?â
I deadpan at Ric as he looked over a bunch of pictures and drawings they had found in some mystery tunnel.Â
âThatâs what you get for going to the doctor,â Damon smirks at me as he and Elena spar.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry, Demon. Next time I just wonât get shot,â I shoot a glare at him and he rolls his eyes. Elena uses this moment to try to throw a punch at the vampire but Damon easily catches it.Â
Elena sighs defeated and then turns to me, âHow did your appointment go? Any good news?â
I roll my left shoulder and then shrug, âNothing really new. The doctor did say Iâm healing faster than anyone heâs seen before though,â This gains all three of their attention, âHe chalked it up to my wonderful youth.â
âWell thatâs good,â Elena smiles happily.
âAnd he said he liked my birthmark.â
âYou have a birthmark?â
I look over to Ric who is looking at me questionably.
âYa, sheâs got like a smudge on her shoulder,â Damon jests and I glare at him.
âItâs not a smudge you asshat.â
âDonât be mean Damon,â Elena defends me, âPersonally I love Y/Nâs birthmark. I think itâs cute. Almost looks kinda like the moon.â
I walk over to Elena and we both glare at the blue-eyed vamp who just rolls his eyes again.Â
âThank you, my love,â I look over to my best friend who is sporting a light pink tint to her cheeks at the nickname.
âOf course, my beautiful best friend,â Elena smiles back and we both giggle.
âCan y'all just kiss and get it over with,â Damon groans out.
âYou wish you had a boyfriend the way I have my girlfriend, Damon. Your jealousy is oozing off of you,â I smile at the man and he purses his lips and then goes over to Ric.
A buzzing in my pocket has me separating from my friend and grabbing my phone.Â
âOh shit,â I whisper out and quickly grab my jacket off a nearby chair.
âWhere are you going,â Elena asks to me as I book it to the front door.
âTheoâs tire popped and heâs supposed to be at practice in 2 minutes. So I have to go rescue him. Toddles!â
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âThanks for picking me up,â I groan as Theo grabs his football padding from the trunk of my car and puts them into my arms.
âYa, whatever,â I struggle to carry it all as Theo closes the trunk and makes me follow him towards the school.
âDude take your shit before I drop it,â I groan out to my brother who turns back and gives me a look before dramatically sighing and grabbing the gear from my hands.
âYou need to start hitting weights. Iâm bulking up this season so you can join me,â My brother says excitedly.Â
I stare at him in disgust, âOh ya cause that sounds like great sibling bonding time to me.â
âDo you know how many people would kill to be my sibling,â Theo asks and I shoot him a blank look.
âMany people, nerd. Many a people,â I fight the urge to laugh at my brotherâs dramatics as his mood instantly brightens, âThereâs the guys! I got to go, see you later nerd.âÂ
I stand there for a moment as I watch my brother run off to his teammates. Oddly enough though after going like 10 feet he stops and turns around. He quickly runs over to me and for a second I think heâs going to knock me down but instead, he balances his gear on one hand, and with the other he side-hugs me.Â
âEven though other people want to be my sibling, I wouldnât want any of those hoes,â Theo lets go of me and gives me a boyish grin, âYouâre kind of a cool sister. Even if you are a nerd.â
Theo turns back around and I canât fight the huge smile that comes over my face as I watch my little brother instantly start bickering with his teammates.Â
âYou guys have a cute relationship,â A feminine British voice makes my smile instantly drop.
âHello Rebekah,â I turn around and come face to face with the pretty blonde Mikaelson.Â
âThatâs your little brother I assume. He looks just like you,â She smiles at me but I donât return it.
âWhat do you want?â
Rebekah doesnât seem to be unsettled by my prickly attitude as she continues talking.Â
âI was wondering if youâd like to get lunch with me. Or perhaps go dress shopping? Homecoming is coming up and Iâve never been to one so I could use some help.â
My eyes narrow in confusion, âYouâve never been to a homecoming? Arenât you like a million years old?â
Rebekah seems momentarily annoyed by my comment but quickly brushes it off, âI spent much of my life following my brothers around. Neither of which care for the dramatics that come with high school. So no, I havenât been to a high school dance.â
I think about what she said for a moment and a smirk graces my lips at the thought of posh Elijah at a homecoming dance.Â
âYouâre not missing out on much,â I pick at the thread of my shirt, âI mean, not that I would know. Iâve never been to one either.â
At this Rebekah frowns, âYouâve never been! Why not?â
I shrug at Rebekahâs question, âPublic places with tons of people arenât really my thing. Iâd rather be alone than be in a room with a bunch of drunk, loud teenagers.â
I move around the Original and start walking towards my car but inwardly groan when I hear her footsteps behind me.
âGreat! Then we can experience it for the first time together!â
I bite my lip in anger and whip around, âWhat are you doing?â
Rebekahâs face morphs into one of confusion, âWhat do you mean?â
I gesture to her and then to me, âThis! Why are you trying so hard to be around me? Did your brother put you up to this? Heâs already making Alastair follow me around like a dog, so what about you?â
At my outburst, the girl frowns, âI heard about what my brother did. His ways of caring for people arenât always shown in the best ways,â She smiles softly at me, âBut I swear to you my brother didnât put me up to this. I justâŠwould like a friendâŠI would like you to be my friend.â
I look at Rebekah and try to find any signs of deceit in her face but I canât seem to find any.
âYou canât just have friends, Rebekah. Friendships are built on trust. I canât be friends with you unless you prove to me that I can trust you.â
Rebekah seems to take this as a approval as she quickly nods her head, âGreat! Then Iâll just make you trust me. Can I have your phone number so I can text you? Thatâs what it is called right? Iâm still quite new to this ages technology.â
I sigh and then reach out my hand and Rebekah smiles grabbing her phone from her pocket and placing it in my hand. I go to her contacts and type in my number and hand the phone back to the smiling blonde.Â
I turn around and head to my car but hear the blonde call after me.
âIâll text you!â
â
Rebekah wasnât joking when she said sheâd text me because approximately an hour later Iâm pulling up to the Salvatore house because she practically begged me to meet her here.
âY/N? What are you doing here?â
I turn around and spot Elena getting out of her SUV.Â
âRebekah asked me to come,â I frown at my friendâs worried expression, âWhat are you doing here?â
âShe asked me to come as well.â
Elena and I warily eye each other for a moment before walking up to the front door. Elena goes first as she pushes the front door open and my ears are assaulted by loud pop music.
Elena shoots me a look over her shoulder and I shrug as we make our way into the foyer. We begin walking into the living room but stop when a smiling She-Klaus walks over to us with champagne in her hands.
âHey, whatâs up?â
âYou invited me over to talk,â Elena says from beside me, not matching Rebekahâs cheery attitude.
âIâm not exactly sure why Iâm here,â I raise a finger.
Rebekah looks at us and then turns around, âAlright, girls. Have at it.â
Iâm confused on who sheâs talking to for a moment but then when a group of girls wearing homecoming dresses enter the living room in a line, I have my answer.
âWhat the hell,â I whisper to Elena who looks as shocked and confused as me.Â
âOkay, now twirl, please,â Rebekah asks the girls and I watch in disgust as they all oblige.
âYouâve compelled your own private runway show?â
I nod along to Elenaâs question because Iâm also thinking the same.
âI need a homecoming dress. So what do you think? Pick oneâ Rebekah says as if this is totally normal behavior.Â
âI know youâre new to this whole thingâŠand century. But most people just go to the store and try on the dresses. Not compel a bunch of innocent girls to parade around in them.â
Rebekah frowns at me.Â
âWeâre not here to help you shop. Iâm here to talk about why you donât want me to wake up Mikael.â
Rebekah smirks at Elenaâs comment for a moment before flashing behind a blonde girl. I jump back slightly as I watch her fangs protrude from her gums as she puts them near the girl's throat.Â
Elena takes a step forward and I follow.
âI said pick one, Elena.â
Elena looks a me for a moment before pointing to one of the girls, âThe red one.â
âThere,â Rebekah smooths out the blonde girl's hair, âThat wasnât so hard, was it? Go away. Remember nothing.â
I watch disturbed as the girls walk back out of the room and Rebekah comes back over to us.Â
âYou do not threaten me,â Rebekah stares Elena down and I move slightly in front of my friend, âYou will learn what I allow you to learn. Is that clear?â
Elena nods from beside me and Rebekah moves around us and out of the room. Elena and I shoot each other another look before following the girl upstairs and into Stefanâs room where Rebekah is starting to go through the broody vampireâs things.Â
âWe shouldnât be here,â Elena says standing next to me in the doorway.
âOf course, we should,â Rebekah says as she picks up a pair of boxers, making me frown in disgust, âCome on. Like youâve never wanted to snoop. Boxer briefs. Now thatâs a change from the â20s.â
âEw. TMI.â
âAre you gonna root through his stuff all night or are you gonna start to tell us your story?â
Rebekah sighs, âYou really are no fun,â She turns to me, âWhy are you friends with such a bore?â
âOne thing you should learn about me Rebekah,â I glare at the blonde, âI am not friends with people who insult my friends.â
Rebekah stares at me for a moment before rolling her eyes and muttering something under her breath.Â
âWhat do you want to know?â
Elena takes a step into the room, âElijah said that your father was a landowner in Europe. How did you guys end up here?â
At the mention of the suited Original, a warm feeling brushes my cheeks.
âMy parents had just started a family when a plague struck their homeland. They lost a child to it. They wanted to escape and protect their future family from the same fate.â
A wave of sadness washes over me at the mention of Rebekah losing her sibling. I couldnât imagine what I would do if I ever lost Theo. No matter how many headaches he gives me, the boy is practically my son.
âSo how did you end up here,â Elena prods, âThis part of the world hadnât been discovered yet.â
Rebekah scoffs, âNot by anyone in your history books. But my mother knew the witch Ayana who heard from the spirits of a mystical land where everyone was healthy. Blessed by the gifts of speed and strength. That led my family here where we lived amongst those people.â
âThe werewolves?â
âTo us, they were just our neighbors. My family lived in peace with them for over 20 years during which my family had more children including me.â
âSo⊠technically youâre American?âÂ
My question has both of the girls shooting me frowns but I lightly laugh at myself for the comment.Â
âYou make it sound so normal,â Elena comments.Â
Rebekah walks towards a window and for a second I can see a thoughtful smile on her face, âIt was. Once a month our family retreated to the caves underneath our village. The wolves would howl through the night and by morning weâd return home. One full moon, Klaus and my youngest brother Henrik snuck out to watch the men turn into beasts. That was forbidden. Henrik paid the price.â
A deep breath escapes my lips as the girl continues her story.
âAnd that was the beginning of the end of peace with our neighbors,â Rebekah turns back to look at us, âAnd one of the last moments my family had together as humans.â
The buzzing of Elenaâs phone distracts us.
Rebekah coughs, âYou better get that. Thatâll beâŠDamon checking up on you.â
Elena turns around and answers the call as I walk over to Stefanâs desk and start rummaging through his things. I never said I was a Saint.
âWas that Stefan?ââ
Elenaâs question has me turning around and frowning.Â
âDamon, how could you let him out,â Elena exclaims and I frown.
âThat didnât sound good.â
â
âDid you get your fill of snooping yet,â Elena asks Rebekah who is lying down on Stefanâs bed reading one of his many diaries, âCan we get on with the story?â
I watch from my seat on the floor as Rebekah throws the book onto the bed and stands up. She walks over to the desk by Elena and picks up a framed picture of the couple.Â
âHonestly, I donât get you two as a couple,â Rebekah shakes her head at my friend.Â
âWhy would you? You donât know anything about who he really is,â Elena defends and Rebekah smiles at her and puts the frame back down.Â
Rebekah leans down to make eye contact with my friend and I straighten up, âI know exactly who he is. Heâs a vampire. Weâre a predatory species. We donât have time to care about humans and their silly little lives.â
âI donât believe that,â I say but they donât hear me. Or at least donât acknowledge me.Â
âIs that why you did that runway show earlier,â Elena snarks back and I bite my lip nervously as I have the feeling that a catfight is about to begin, âBecause you donât care about the homecoming dance?â
Rebekah stands up and Elena nods at her, âYou know what? Iâm just gonna go,â She turns to me, âY/N you coming?â
I groan as I can practically hear my bones creaking as I stand up.
âYou havenât even heard half the story,â Rebekah calls to Elena.Â
Elena turns around to her, âAnd youâre not going to tell it. Youâre just bored and looking for someone to push around. Find someone else to play with. Maybe you can compel yourself a friend.â
OOP.
âThe necklace wasnât Stefanâs to give,â At Rebekahâs words I instantly sit my ass back down. This time on the comfy mattress.Â
âIt belonged to the original witch.â
Elena turns around, âThe one who put the hybrid curse on Klaus?â
âNot just the hybrid curse. Sheâs the one who turned us into vampires.â
My mouth drops open, âBomb dropâŠâ
â
âVampirism was a form of protection?â
Elena asks as Rebekah continues telling her story as we make our way down the stairs.Â
âWhat else would it be?â
âA curse.â
âMy parents only sought a way of keeping their children alive,â Rebekah answers.
âYeah, but why stay? If they were so afraid of the werewolves why not leave?â
âPride,â Rebekah says as she steps off the last stair and turns back to us, âMy father didnât want to run anymore. He wanted to fight and be superior to the wolves. Where they could bite we had to bite harder. Where they had speed we had to be faster. Agility, strength, senses.ââ
Rebekah continues telling us the story of how the spell of vampirism came down to her motherâs hands since the other witch wouldnât help them.
âIn her hands? How could she do anything?â
Elena asks and I feel like I already know the answer. I mean if theyâre called âThe Originals,â Iâm assuming the âOriginalâ witch has something to do with them.
âBecause my mother was also a witch.â
âWhat?â
âThe witch of the original family.â
âThe original witch,â I finish for her and Rebekah smirks at me.
We make our way into the living room and I plant myself on my favorite couch.Â
âWhere do they keep their best vintage,â Rebekah asks.Â
âBut if your mother was a witch then..â
âAm I? No,â The vampire finishes, âA witch is natureâs servant. A vampire is an abomination of nature. You can either be one or the other never both,â Rebekah fishes out a bottle of wine and then turns to Elena, âMy mother did this for us. She did not turn.â
âHow did you turn?â
Rebekah pours herself a glass and then walks over to the fireplace, âShe called upon the sun for life and the ancient white oak tree one of natureâs eternal objects, for immortality. That night, my father offered us wine laced with blood.â
I almost gag at that.
âAnd then he drove his sword through our hearts.â
My heart clenches as Rebekahâs voice slightly cracks.Â
âHe killed you,â Elena says.
âAnd he wasnât delicate about it either,â Rebekah says with tears and her eyes and quickly breaks the cap off the wine bottle.Â
âWe had to drink more blood to complete the ritual. It was euphoric. The feeling of power was indescribable. But the witch Ayana was right about consequences. The spirits turned on us and nature fought back. For every strength, there would be a weakness. The sun became our enemy. It kept us indoors for weeks. Although my mother found a solution. There were other problems. Neighbors who had opened their homes for us could now keep us out. Flowers at the base of the white oak burned and prevented compulsion. And the spell decreed that the tree that gave us life could also take it away. So we burned it to the ground.â
Metal.
âBut the darkest consequence is something my parents never anticipated. The hunger. Blood had made us reborn and it was blood that we craved above all else. We could not control it. And with that⊠the predatory species was born.â
âI need a cigarette,â I say out loud as I sigh into my hands at the migraine of an origin story.
âWhy did Mikael start hunting Klaus,â Elena asks not giving anyone time to catch their breaths.Â
âWhen Nik made his first human kill,â Nik? âIt triggered his werewolf gene. With that, he came my fatherâs greatest shame.â
âYeah,â Elena responds, âElijah told us this part of the story. Your mother had had an affair with one of the werewolf villagers.â
I look down at my hands as Elena and Rebekah continue speaking about Klausâ father and I have to fight back showing any emotion as I think back to my own father, or not father I guess.Â
âShe tried to make it right. She put the hybrid curse on Nik to suppress his werewolf side and then she turned her back on him. But Mikaelâs greatest weakness as a human was his pride. As a vampire that was magnified. He went on a rampage and killed half the village.â
Here, I thought my father leaving his family was the worst thing one could do in that situation.Â
âThen he came home and killed her.â
âMikael killed your mother?â
âHe said she broke his heart so he would hers. He tore it from her chest as Nik watched. Afterwards, my father took off in a rage and the rest of my family scattered. Nik stayed so he could help me bury her. He knew I had to say goodbye to my mother.â
I listen to the rest of Rebekahâs heartbreaking story as she recalls how she and Elijah promised Klaus that the three of them would always be together. Always and forever.Â
âAlways and forever. Even though he locked you in a coffin for 90 years,â Elena says and I shoot a look at her.
âDude, really?â
âWeâre vampires. Our emotions are heightened. Iâm stubborn, Elijah moral, and NikâŠNik has no tolerance for those who disappoint him. Over a thousand years as a family weâve all made that mistake at least once. Iâve made it several times.â
As Rebekahâs voice softens I have to fight the urge to reach out and comfort her. Being someone who knows what it feels like to be the one disappointing a family member, I canât help but relate and feel sorry for the girl.
âBut you still love him?â
âHeâs her brother, Elena,â I turn to her, âWhat if it were Jeremy? I know that if it were Theo, I couldnât hate him. Even if he made my life a living hell.â
âSheâs right,â Rebekah looks over to me and I can see the appreciation in her eyes, âAnd Iâm immortal. Should I spend an eternity alone instead?â
Rebekah swallows and I think sheâs about to start crying but she quickly walks by both of us, âYouâve heard the story. Itâs time to go,â She turns to Elena who is just standing there, âI said leave, Elena! I donât know what youâre up to but I am no longer playing along.â
âIâm just looking for one good reason why we shouldnât wake Mikael.â
At Elenaâs words I frown, âAre you serious Elena? The man literally killed his own children! After, abusing them their whole lives. You may have grown up in a white-picket fence family, but I didnât. I know men like that, and men like that should stay away.â
Elena looks at me and from the look on her face, she doesnât seem to understand why Iâm defending Rebekah.
âShe will anyway,â Rebekah shakes her head, âI know you want him to help you kill my brother. Iâm not stupid.â
âItâs no secret that I want Klaus dead. He has a hold over Stefanâs life and over mine,â Elena points back to me, âAnd heâs terrorizing Y/N.â
Rebekah glares down at her, âDo what you need. Wake Mikael at your own peril. But make no mistake. If you come after my brother I will rip you apart. And I get my temper from my father. Now leave.â
Elena looks down and then back to me, âY/N, come on.â
I look at my friend and then at the vampire, âYou go. I have to talk to Rebekah.â
This seems to shock both of them, but I just stare at them blankly. Elena takes this as goodbye as she nods her head and leaves the house.Â
After Elena leaves Rebekah and I stand there in silence for a moment, and awkwardly I clear my throat.
âUm, Iâm sorry.â
Rebekah looks over to me confused, âWhat are you sorry for? You did nothing to insult me, unlike your friend.â
I frown at Elenaâs behavior and then play with the loose thread on my shirt, âFor losing your brother. And your mother. You were just a teenage girl when that happened. You didnât deserve to have that happen to you.â
Rebekah stares at me almost shocked before she shakes her head and walks over to the couch Iâm sitting on.Â
âYou have nothing to apologize for. It was over a thousand years ago, Iâm over it.â
Rebekah sits on the seat next to me and we watch the flames of the fire.
âI donât believe that. I think a loss like that stays with you. Even after a millennia.â
Rebekah turns to look at me and then nods her head softly, âThank you, Y/N.â
We continue sitting in silence before I see her move out of the corner of my eye.
âWhat did you mean,â I turn to her in confusion as she speaks, âWhen you told Elena you didnât grow up like she did and you knew about men like my father?â
At Rebekahâs question, I turn away from her curious glance and look back towards the flames, âIt doesnât matter.â
âYou can tell me you know? Itâs not like I have any other friends to go spill your secrets to.âÂ
At Rebekahâs words, I bite down hard on my lip to try to stop the tears that are making their way into my eyes. The urge to finally spill on the secret that Iâve been holding in all summer, building inside of me.Â
âMy fatherâŠgrowing up wasnât the kindest man,â I say out loud trying to be careful with my words, âHe was absent a lot but⊠those were the good moments, oddly enough, because, whenever he did come home⊠he was,â I stop, trying to find the right words to describe my estranged ânotâ father, âhe was harsh. Nothing was ever good enough for him. No one was ever good enough for him. Certainly not me. He was the stereotypical macho man who thought that women werenât equal to men. So whenever I showed strength in something, he made sure to kick me back down. Just to remember how weak I could be.â
I donât realize Iâm crying until Rebekah places a tissue into my hands. Iâm not really sure where she got it but I take it and wipe away my tears.
âYou mention him in past tenseâŠis heâŠâÂ
I shake my head, âNo, heâs not dead. He and my mother separated about two years ago. I havenât seen him since.â
Rebekah doesnât say anything as she waits to see if Iâll continue and I sigh as I try to.
âI didnât know why they did. My mother always just kind of let it happen you know? The abuse. I donât even know if you would call it that. Itâs not like he hit me or whatever. Others have had it worse. My mother though just always told me not to provoke him, not to make him mad. But, she really wasnât ever the one who got the brunt of it,â I bite down on my lip harder, âAnd you want to know the worst thing about it? Three months ago my mother told me that the man that had made me cry into my pillow since I was 8 years old⊠wasnât even my actual father.â
I hear Rebekah let in a breath as she continues watching me.
âHow fucked up is that, you know,â I laugh with tears in my eyes at the irony of it all.
âDid she tell you who your real father was?â
I shake my head at her question, âJust the bare minimum. Iâve barely talked to her since that day anyway. Itâs the reason I have my own room down the hall,â I point towards the direction of my room at the Salvatoreâs, âDamonâs let me crash here the entire summer. Heâs the only other person who knows.â
âNot even your brother?â
I quickly shake my head and wipe the rest of my tears away, âEspecially not, Theo. Heâs so young and with the move and everything I donât want him to be stressed out.âÂ
I can see Rebekah looking at me as if sheâs trying to find the right words to say, âIs that the only reason you havenât told him?ââ
My eyebrows furrow as I keep staring at the fireplace, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âI think youâre worried that he wonât accept you. Nik had that same fear after he found out he wasnât Mikaelâs.â
âI am not Klaus,â I bite out and she just nods.
âI know. But you canât deny the similarities,â I donât say anything as I try not to think of her words, âI know I havenât been here very long but⊠just from seeing Theo and you a few times, I donât think you have to worry about telling him. If he truly loves you heâll accept you no matter what.â
I finally think about Rebkeahâs words and in doing so, donât even notice the front door being swung open.Â
Rebekah sighed deeply from beside me as she stood up, âI thought I told you to leave twice.â
âHow do you know Mikael killed your mother,â Elenaâs question has me turning slightly to hear her better.
âNik was there,â Rebekah says as she pours herself a drink, âHe told me.â
Elena sighs and she steps closer to Rebekah, âHe lied to you.â
âAnd how do you know that?â
Elena walks over to us and I put my face down slightly so she canât see the dried tears on my cheeks.
âThe cave where you carved your familyâs names, is covered in symbols. The story of your family. How your parents arrived, how they made peace, the spell that turned them into vampires, and this,â She places a photograph on the table, âThis is the symbol for hybrid. Itâs the combination of the werewolf and the vampire symbol. And this is the one for your mother.â
âHer necklace.â
Elena sighs, âAnd this is the story of her death. The hybrid killed the original witch. Not Mikael, Klaus.â
I turn fully at them both. Surprise is most likely clear on my face.
âNo,â Rebekah forcefully shakes her head, âNo, he wouldnât.â
âShe put the curse on him, made it so that he would be the only one of his kind and then she rejected him. With the werewolf gene comes aggression and violence. When he turned all of that was heightened. He killed her, Rebecca, and then he made up this entire lie about your father so that he wouldnât lose you.âÂ
âThese mean nothing. Theyâre just stupid drawings done by stupid people who had no idea who my family was,â Rebekah yells as she grabs the pictures and flings them into the fireplace.Â
Elena approaches her, âThen why are you so upset?â
âElena stop, just leave her alone,â I tell my friend but she ignores me.Â
âWhy are you doing this to me? Iâve done nothing to you,â Rebekah yells at her.
âKlaus killed your mother. He has a hold on you, on me, on everyone. He has for a thousand years. We have to make it stop!â
âShut up! Just shut up! Donât talk anymore! Nothing!â
I quickly stand up as Rebekah pushes Elena into the wall forcefully.Â
âRebekah!âÂ
After a moment Rebekah drops her hands and stands there silently with tears in her eyes. Elena and I watch cautiously but not even a moment later a sob escapes the blondeâs mouth as she drops to her knees. Elena looks over to me and I shake my head at her.Â
âGo.â
I donât even check to see if she leaves as I kneel down to the sobbing girl. I place a comforting hand on her shoulder and I gasp as Iâm being pulled into a hug. Rebekah holds onto me for dear life as she cries into my shoulder. And I let her.Â
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I sigh as I throw my keys onto my kitchen table and sit down. I put my head in my hands and try to forget the shitshow that was tonight.Â
âDamn bitch!â
Theoâs screech has me whipping around in my chair in shock. My brother stands there in his satin pajamas he got for Christmas last year with a hand over his heart.
âFucking sitting in the dark like some goddamn stalker,â Theo walks over to the light switch and I try to stop him but itâs too late.
Theoâs smirk instantly drops as he rushes over to me and places his hands on the sides of my face, âWhat happened? Did someone say something to you? If it was someone at school tell me and I and Jeremy will go beat their asses right now.â
My brotherâs angry tone has me smiling for a moment but before I can stop it tears are streaming out of my eyes and a sob escapes my mouth.
My little brother just stands there awkwardly as he pats my shoulder.
âDo you want to talk about it? Um, should I call Elena or Mom?â
At the mention of our mother, I quickly shake my head, âNo. Iâm fine. Just a long day and all. I just need some sleep. Go back to bed, Theodore.â
Theo shakes his head and tries to deny my request but I shoo him away. As I watch his retreating figure I sigh and take a deep breath.
âActually TheoâŠthereâs something we need to talk about.â
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Soulmates (Rorona Zoro x Fem!reader)
A/N: Hi :) -Val
Words: 2, 197
âI don't believe in that bullshit,â Zoro grunts and takes a sip of his sake bottle.Â
Nami and Usopp nod in agreement.Â
âWait, I donât get it,â Luffy says with a frown. âHow does it work?âÂ
âThe story says that we all have one person who completes us in every way,â they all look at Robin. âItâs like youâve found the perfect piece of meat, Luffy,â she smiles at him knowing his language.Â
Luffyâs eyes grow in awe understanding the meaning of soulmates.Â
The kitchen stays silent as the rain outside drops hard.Â
âBut, do you eat that person?â Luffy asks again, making Chopper and Usopp laugh.Â
âNo, Captain,â Robin giggles. âThis person helps, protects, loves, and takes care of you. The connection is mutual. They say you feel attracted to that person even if you donât know who they are. Itâs beyond being a nakama, friend, lover, or protector.âÂ
âAnd how can you find them?â Chopper asks.Â
âEveryone has a birthmark and your soulmate has the same as you,â Robin continues. âThe legend says that destiny would reunite you two at some point in life.âÂ
Chopper and Luffy gasp.Â
âYeah, that sounds lovely and magical, too bad itâs just a legend and it isnât real!â Nami exclaims. Â
âWhat?â Chopper, Luffy, and now Sanji squeak in shock.Â
âNami-swan!? You donât believe in soulmates?â The blond looks at her half-offended half-disillusioned.Â
Nami shrugs. âIâve seen so many people get disappointed when they can't find their âsoulmateâ.âÂ
âHang on! I donât think I have the mark,â says Luffy looking at every part of his rubber body.Â
âOh! Itâs on the back of your left ankle,â Chopper points. âI thought it was just a spot, but...â he hums âIt looks like a banana, actually,â he giggles.Â
âWhat!? Really?â Luffy raises his leg and stretches it to find his birthmark. He laughs excitedly.Â
âWhat about you, Usopp?â Chopper looks at him. âDo you believe in soulmates?âÂ
âUuuh!â Luffy exclaims. âIs that girl from your home island your soulmate?âÂ
âUsoppâs face flushed in embarrassment as he crossed his arms. âWho? Kaya? I-I donâtI meanââ he stutters. Â
âShe doesnât have to be his soulmate to be with him,â Zoro adds, rolling his eyes.Â
âSheâs not myââ Usopp squeaks. âI mean, we arenâtâIt was just a kiss, it doesnâtââ he keeps trying to explain nervously.Â
âSee? Usopp found his soulmate!â Robin points with a smile.Â
âWhat!? Youâre not listening. Iâm telling you that sheâs not!âÂ
âI personally and fiercely believe in soulmates,â Sanji interrupts while he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt on his left arm. He shows them his mark in the form of a knife. âI know they exist somewhere and,â he smirks, âtheyâre giving me another reason to keep living and keep looking for them,â he says proudly.Â
Zoro scoffs and chuckles shaking his head. âStill bullshit, no matter how hard you try to decorate it, cook.âÂ
Sanji frowns and looks at him. âThese are facts, no matter how you make it sound, Moosehead. Even you have one. I donât know how it could be possible, though...â he murmurs the last thing.Â
Zoro groans. âNothingâs fucking written or is out there. Nobody tells me what to do or who I have to be with. You can be with whomever you want, whenever you want, itâs stupid to waste time searching for a silly birthmark that could be just a fucking spot or scar on your skin,â Everyone looks at the swordsman when his tone increases and his body tenses as he talks. His lousy posture on the chair changes to a straightened one, and the veins around his muscles pop.Â
âWow, I think weâve stroked a nerve there, uh Zoro?â Nami says unsure.Â
Her voice makes him clear his head. Zoro sighs and returns to his sake. âI just think itâs a stupid thing to believe...â he shrugs.Â
Nami hums and nods. She then looks at you. âWhat about you, Y/N?â But she stops and frowns as you give a start. âYouâve been oddly quiet about this,â The redhead looks down to your right arm, which is strongly grabbed by your other hand.Â
âWell,â you clear your throat as you leave alone your upper arm, realizing Namiâs worried sight. âIâm not sure if itâs real or not,â you try to sound chill but fail.Â
Nami is the only one who reads you, although she doesnât know why youâre acting like that, she helps you by changing the subject to distract the others.Â
Your friendâs voices fade away as your mind clouds in many thoughts. Instinctively, you grab your right arm again. On your inner bicep, there is tinted skin since birth, your soulmateâs mark, which you found not so long since you joined the straw hats crew, itâs the same form of three bamboo sticks that Zoro has tattooed on his left pectoral.Â
 **Â
It has always been hard for Zoro to connect with other people. He calls himself a loner, but situations in life make him change that. First was his friend Kuina; although she passed away, he learned a lot thanks to her. Like Loyalty, keeping promises and love. Â
Then, Luffy jumped into his life and, in Luffyâs style, he shook Zoroâs mind with new lessons. As his crew got bigger, Zoro learned the real meaning of being a nakama. His trust grew with the straw hats (within his limits, of course).Â
Finally, you came along the way, a person Zoro never thought he needed until he had you. It all happened so naturally for him, to follow every movement you made, to look for you, to search your voice and laughter, and to hold your smaller hand.Â
If the others knew deep into his thoughts, theyâd understand why he snapped at the idea of soulmates. Heâs confident that his life is based on his strengths, decisions, and his guts. Magic or anything else didnât do it. Him and only him. And maybe, thatâs why he got distracted when Nami changed the subject so quickly and he hasnât thought about it ever since. For now, he has more important things to care about⊠like you acting weird, avoiding and hiding from him and he doesnât know why.Â
He has learned to give you time sometimes, but he senses something different, and it has been five days since you two had a real conversation. âYouâve been avoiding me.âÂ
âYou should be at the market,â you answer without looking at him. You donât stop in your tracks either. âLost again?âÂ
He scoffs rolling his eyes (yes, he got lost). âIâm worried,â he says in a serious tone.Â
âYou shouldnât, Iâll help you.âÂ
âHey,â he grabs your wrist and makes you turn to him. Your eyes fidget everywhere else but him. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âDonât bullshit me,â he warns then, he sighs relaxing his features, then grabs your chin and makes you look at him. âWhy donât you want to talk?âÂ
You sigh stepping away from his hand. âItâs nothing,â you whisper.Â
Zoro doesnât think twice about grabbing your waist and pulling you to him in a big hug. You gasp at the sudden movement, but your body recognizes his warmth and strength, so you melt against him. You hide your face on his broad chest as you feel his lips on your hair. He hugs you for a while, humming and caressing your hips.Â
âI thought, I was the one with the communication issues, donât take my place now,â You can feel his stupid smirk as you scoff rolling your eyes.Â
As always, his touch and voice relax your mind and body and the anxiety fades a little. You step back and raise your head to look at him.Â
âThere you are,â he smiles. He caresses your cheek as you prepare yourself to confess.Â
You arenât sure exactly why you are so afraid. It's not like Zoroâs gonna change, right? But the unknown terrifies you, thatâs why you havenât told him in all this time since you found out. And after that soulmateâs talk the other day, the anxiety kicks in instantly.Â
âTh-the other nightâŠuh- Y-you said that. I meanâŠugh!â You grunt. âIs- is that what you⊠of soulmates?â You make a face.Â
Zoro takes a moment to remember and then, he gets it. âIs that whatâs all about? That legend? You believe in it, donât you?â He frowns.Â
Your heart sinks. âI- I know...â you want to talk about your birthmark, but he interrupts you with another big hug. Â
âItâs okay, Doll,â he shrugs âI donât care if you do.âÂ
You frown. âBut Zoro Iââ you try to talk against his chest.Â
âI knew what I was getting into when we started dating.âÂ
âWhat?â You lean back. Â
âYeah,â he smirks looking down at you âI knew you were crazy since you joined the crew anyway,â he shrugs. Â
âWhat!? Hey!â You punch his chest as he bursts into laughter. âYou fucking idiot,â you said incapable to hide your smile.Â
The goofy moment is gone when you both hear an explosion not so far from the Sunny.Â
**Â
When you open your eyes, you see Chopperâs office. You try to move, but thereâs a sharp pain on your left shoulder that makes you whine.Â
âHey, stop. Youâll open the wound!â Zoro helps you to get more comfortable on the med bed and he gives you some water.Â
âW-what happened?â You ask with a groan.Â
âYou did a stupid, reckless thing. Thatâs what happened,â he groans.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âThe Marines almost caught you,â he clenches his jaw. âIf it werenât for me, youâd be dead.âÂ
The memory flashes in your mind, you helped Nami and Robin fight against the Marines, but you got distracted for a second and then nothing. Zoro sits on a chair next to you, but then Chopper enters and climbs on your bed.Â
âHow are you feeling?â he asks, voice and face in serious doctor mode.Â
âIt hurt,â you smile at the adorable doctor.Â
âIâll give you stronger pain killers,â he moves naturally around his office and back to you, checking your wounds. âAll right, you have to rest in bed, no excuses!â he warns you. âAnd Iâll help you clean your wounds, after that Zoro can do it.âÂ
Zoro nods. âAnything else, Doctor?â He smirks at him.Â
âHmmmâŠâ Chopper thinks. âAh! Yes! Why you didnât tell us that you two are soulmates?â He asks innocently.Â
âUh?â Zoro frowns. You try to warn him with your eyes, but Chopper only frowns at you. Â
âShe has the same mark as you!â He exclaims happy, but then, he senses something odd and stutters looking between you and Zoro as he gets nervous. âUh⊠maybe Iâm wrong?â He laughs awkwardly.Â
âIt can happen to anybody, Chopper,â you continue with a tense smile.Â
Both of you laugh, then somebody calls to Chopper and he runs away.Â
âWell, I think Iâm kinda hungry, Zoro,â you try to sound like nothing happened but you look at the swordsman. His body stays tense on the chair and his eyes are glued to somewhere in the room. âZoro?â You wait for a while, getting worried. You grab his hand. âZoro?âÂ
âWhere?â He asks.Â
âUh?âÂ
His eyes return to you. âWhere is it? Is itâIs it true?âÂ
You sigh as you carefully move the sheet that covers your body. Your upper bodyâs wrapped in just bandages and a thin top covering your breasts, but you turn a little and hiss when you raise your right arm enough to show him the three bamboo sticks. Zoro stands up and leans to softly grab your arm as his other hand traces the mark on his chest. Â
He lets go and sits again. âThatâs why you avoided me,â he says to himself. âThe things I said⊠but you are⊠the mark...â Â
âAre you broken?â You ask him, and he looks at you. Zoro notices your teary eyes and worried expression.Â
Itâs a lot to process for him. A minute ago, he was angry because he couldnât protect you enough to prevent your wounds, now he has discovered that the bullshit he always listened to itâs real and in front of him⊠all this time. Out of nowhere, Zoro chuckles and shakes his head.Â
âOh, no...â you whine. âI did break you!âÂ
âI-fuck, now everyoneâs gonna mock me,â he grunts looking at you. His cheeks flush as he raises a hand to clean a tear dropping out. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âWh-why?âÂ
âFor saying those things, now I understand I...â he sighs. âWell, now I get why I always wanted to be at your side,â he makes a face and you couldnât help but chuckle. Youâre still confused but relieved at the same time, you never expected that reaction, but it's better.Â
âIt wasnât âcause Iâm the most beautiful girl?â You tease. He laughs.Â
âYeah, that too,â he takes your hand and kisses it.Â
âIâm sorry for not telling you sooner⊠I thought...âÂ
âNo, itâs okay,â he nods. âItâs better this way, at least in my head I fell for yaâ âcause I wanted to.â Â
You smile. âMe too. The tattoo was something extra.âÂ
He chuckles and leans to kiss you.Â
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bullfight of love

à©â© choso x reader
à©â© tags: flirting, masturbation, porn watching, vaginal sex, riding, soft sub!choso, 2000s au, coworkers, workplace relationship, film bro stuff
à©â© wc: 4.7k
à©â© a/n: i wanted to write choso being a weirdofreak pervert boy that's all. this is part of my fics for gaza <3 there will be a part two for this. do not ask me about a part two because it's already being made

Maki could kill you for being late again. Five missed texts, the final exaggerated with periods and exclamation points â and she never used proper spelling, let alone punctuation. It wasn't serious the way she made it out to be.Â
Toji never cared about your track record. The bastard was never in the shop anyway, probably high off his ass in whatever shed of a place he lived in. Maki already hated her cousin enough for the rest of the crew, running that stupid video store like it was a real family business. It was a summer job to you and nothing else.
She sighs when she sees you walk through the door, handing you your name tag without a word before fucking off to the storage room to look at the new shipments.
âDonât give me the silent treatment!â you yell after her. In response, you only get a middle finger, chipped black nail polish with half a skeleton decal hanging on.
Itâs always slow on Mondays. Considering the new cinema that opened across the street, it's slow every day. You shouldâve taken a job there, scooping buckets of buttered popcorn instead of telling off porn-stached men who continually mistook the shop as the old adult video store.Â
You mindlessly watch Reservoir Dogs on the CRTV, shaken by the sudden flood of middle school students paving their way to the used video game section. Fumbling with the remote, you meet a hard-faced Maki once again.Â
âYou canât put on Tarantino, dude. Kids are in here.â
âIt was already on,â you shrug.Â
Maki rolls her eyes and points to a small stack by the register â some John Hughes VHS tapes. Sixteen Candles. The Breakfast Club. Most shit that both of you hated.
âGotcha.â
âCan you deal with the new kid, today? Toji didnât scan all the new shit in like he was supposed to last week.â
âNew kid?â
âUh, yeah. Goth-ish. Like he got spit out of a Hot Topic or something,â she snorts. âNo hazing.â
âI should be saying that to you.â
She scoffs at you before rushing back. Youâd had a crush on her when you started working there, back when she still had an eyebrow piercing before she let it get infected. She had that Silent Hill look about her for lack of better words. Resting bitch face with a raspy pout.Â
Your head swims a little, pounding from dehydration. The morning joint didnât help, either, nor did the fact that you had to train a newbie today.Â
Itâs quiet after the kids leave, snatching up some forbidden R-rated movie thatâll traumatize them during a basement sleepover. You nearly doze off once the clock hits three, but loud footsteps bring you back to life.Â
A boy that couldnât be much older than you stares into you, narrowed eyes boring into your soul. You see the dark birthmark across his nose first, as if someone had slashed him with a blade in one straight swoop. He smells like cigarettes and his eyes are decorated with some reddish eyeshadow. Either that or he had the complexion of a sickly Victorian child.Â
âHey,â you deadpan. âCan I help you?â
âIâm the new hire,â he says. His voice is low. He reminds you of the goths that would hit on you at high school parties. He's prettier, though.Â
You give him a once-over quickly â heâs taller than you expect, for some reason, and you notice the blooming swirls of abstract tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves.
âYou donât sound so sure about that,â you smirk.Â
He rolls his eyes and introduces himself. Choso. You repeat his name, tasting it on your tongue. He has half a mind to shake your hand but pulls away awkwardly. You take note of the silver rings adorning his fingers.
You tilt your head. âI like your, uh, space bunsâŠâ
ïżœïżœUh, thanks,â he narrows his eyes.
âOkay, so⊠have you ever used a cash register?â
âYes.â
âGreat. Thatâs basically half the job.â
You show him the ropes â how to make sales and deal with teens. Cash drops and tracking inventory. You ask him what attracted him to the idea of working at a run-down video store and he says he likes movies and easy money. His brother liked the place, too.Â
âYou got the Human Earthworm series, boss?â he drones, bored.
âYeah, think so. You like romance-horror or just terrible practical effects?â
He snorts. âMy little brother likes it. Wants to have a marathon with me.â
âCute.â
Hours pass and heâs gotten the hang of it. If anything, there are more customers than usual today, because you suppose that Choso is conspicuous in appearance and the teenage girls that hang around at the food court need something new to play with.Â
It stirs something uneasy in your gut, the waft of saccharine perfume in the air. Girls with tongue piercings, lollipops staining their lips as they bend over the counter to talk to Choso. Ripe girls.
They probably thought he could buy them alcohol, take them for a joyride. Heâd only offer them an aloof, blank stare in return. It makes you almost giddy. By the time night comes around, you tell them to fuck off like flies.
âClosing time.â
âYes, maâam,â Choso mock-salutes, an amused smirk on his lips. Half-lidded eyes like a cat, maybe a stoner, though he didnât smell like it. You saw him on his break anyway, sipping down an Asahi Super Dry in the back as if you werenât looking.
He already knew his place, knew that you wouldnât rat him out. It was the way something flickered in his eyes when you caught him. A taunt, a quiet challenge.Â
You watch him count cash. Chipped black fingernails looked odd on his veiny hands like they were painted in a rush by a child. You notice scrawled pen on his pale skin. Smudged phone numbers.
âGetting hit on already?â
He glances at you and shrugs, hiding a smile. âHalf were just from bored teenagers. Other half bored single mothers.â
âAny takers?â
âWouldnât you like to know.â
You narrow your eyes.Â
âHa. Donât be jealous.â
âIâm not,â you snort. âAs long as we get customers I guess.â
âOof. Youâre cold. You donât care how I get these people to buy these movies as long as they buy âem, huh?â
âYouâre not whoring yourself out by being a cashier. Relax.â
He shrugs on his jacket. Crumpled leather, the kind that held the smell of smoke over generations. It made him look like Takuya Kimura in that way, maybe if his hair was down.
He grins when he finds you staring.
âWe done for the night, then, boss?â
You roll your eyes at the nickname. âUh-huh. Night, newbie.â
He smiles sardonically, looking out and noticing the rain. He curses inwardly, knowing that skating home would be a bitch, and the next bus to his side of town wasnât for another half hour. He clears his throat.
âLeaving already?â
âYeah. What, donât have a ride home, kiddo?â
âFuck off. Iâm not a damn kid. Iâm just not someone with a car,â Choso mutters dryly. âI work at a movie rental place for a living. I take the bus everywhere.â
âSucks to suck then,â you smirk, saluting him goodbye. You throw him the keys. âI trust you to lock up then, yeah? See ya.â
He lets out a frustrated scoff but doesnât bother to convince you, opting to watch you go. Once youâre out of reach, he sighs and turns, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking around the dim store.Â
Yuuji was probably out with that sea urchinâhaired punk again. He had to remind himself to save up for a car instead of constantly having to share their parentsâ beat-up Toyota.
He could take advantage of the shitty TV in the office, maybe. Watch a stupid re-run while he waits, because he sure as hell isnât going to wait out in the rain. He walks in and settles on the black leather couch straight out of an amateur porno. He snorts and looks through a fat stack of DVDs in the corner.Â
His mouth twists when he picks up something with a racy title. His eyes widen when he realizes itâs an adult film.
âHoly shit,â he mutters, scoffing. He lets out a low whistle, glancing around the office as if someoneâs out there, ready to jump him. Itâs eerily quiet. He canât even hear the pitter-patter of rain from in here.
He skims the back cover. It looks crude, but Choso has never really been one to turn down something raunchy. He liked stupid movies, gory ones, art films with weird unsimulated sex. Heâd gotten off to In the Realm of the Senses when he was thirteen. Skimming through something this cheap shouldnât hurt. It wouldnât arouse him â it would be as entertaining and silly as watching a sitcom for him.
He inserts the disc into the DVD player and waits for it to load. There are no cameras in the office, he notices. Figures. The way you talked about the owner made it seem like the place was barely being held together if not for you.
And then, he thinks of you. He immediately thought you were pretty, not that heâd ever let you know that. Plainer than his usual type, but something was alluring about the curve of your mouth, the way you spoke. He liked that you didnât take shit most of all. It was probably the hottest thing about you.
He knew better than to fuck around with a coworker, however. It never ended well and resulted in petty drama. He was too old for that shit, wasnât in high school anymore â he was a man.
When the intro to the film finally loads, a woman in a skimpy, barely-there dress appears on the screen. Itâs something vintage, for sure, given the grain. Sheâs in a love hotel.Â
Choso fast-forwards through blurs of messy kissing, colored lights illuminating a heart-shaped tub. He pauses on a frame of the girl riding, her mouth wide open in ecstasy. He presses play.
After about ten minutes, he finds himself in a trance watching with rapt attention at the way the actress moves. His cock twitches when he realizes that she looks a little too much like you.Â
She moans particularly loudly and his mouth parts. Something snaps inside of him.Â
He has to pause it again. Jesus.
Choso feels like a pervert. No, heâs a man with urges, needs. Itâs a pure coincidence that the actress in the porno looks like you of all people. Itâs not like he sought her out himself. A movie like this shouldnât even be in here.
He grits his teeth, hands clenching around the couch leather until his knuckles are white. He takes a breath before pressing play again and his eyes widen when the girl gets even louder.
Ah, fuck it.
He mutters under his breath, shifting on the couch. Glances at the blowjob lips on the screen, soft and plush. He thinks of you and swallows. He bites his cheek, conflicted.
Maybe he shouldnât.
Then again, no one has to know.
He lets out a shaky exhale, trying to resist the pressure building inside him. It feels like trying to contain a geyser with a cup, and he hasnât even touched himself yet.Â
After contemplating for a beat, he sighs and unbuttons the fly of his jeans, using his other hand to press play again. A gasp escapes his lips as he watches the girl on the screen. The curve of her back, the bounce of her tits. She looks soft. He wonders if youâd be as â
No. No. Heâs not doing that.
He spits in his hand and strokes himself, his breathing starting to come out in short, uneven pants. Thereâs a rush of heat in his gut as he watches. His head tilts back slightly, eyes roaming the ceiling before closing them as he attempts to calm himself down. Itâs no use.
His breath hitches, eyes glued to the screen. Heâs memorized by the slick flowing out of her. Fuck, he hasnât gotten laid in a long time. Itâs killing him.
Itâd be okay if he pretended it was you. Itâs not like you would find out. He could imagine fucking your face the way the guy was doing right now in the video, making the bitch gag and moan. Whimpering at being called a good girl.Â
âOh, godââ he mutters, his voice a strangled gasp. She really did look like you. Disturbingly so. When heâs done, heâll have to wash his hands for five minutes straight from the shame.Â
He pants, his grip on himself firm as he squeezes his shaft. Precum smears over his tip and he groans at the sound of the womanâs whimpers getting louder and louder. It makes his lungs seize. Heâs getting close.
He doesnât even register the jingling of the doorknob.
Chosoâs head jerks up, his eyes widening in shock as his head turns to see you in the doorway blinking at him.Â
âOh.â
His throatâs dry. What a cruel fucking joke from the universe. Thereâs no coming back from this. Not when the videoâs still going and heâs still half dressed, hand on his fly in mortification.
You tilt your head, smirking. âNice cock.â
Chosoâs at a loss for words, staring at you with embarrassment and utter daze. What the fuck?
âI, uhâŠâ he chokes out, his voice rough and more high-pitched than usual. Face burning.Â
Heâs going to get fired. No â he has to quit before you even get another word in, save the little dignity he has, maybe convince Yuuji to move to another shitty town with him so he never has to see you again â
âForgot my wallet,â you say, snapping him out of his thoughts.Â
You walk into the room, peering at him. Your eyes fall on the TV, which is still going. The moans feel cheap and tacky now that heâs back in reality.Â
Choso scrambles to press the stop button on the remote, his other hand moving to put a pillow on top of his leaking dick. His eyes flicker wildly between your face and the screen.
âYou find that in here?â
âUh⊠yeah⊠I, umââ
You snort. âForgot to tell you that this used to be an adult video store.â
âThat explains the selection,â he mutters sheepishly.Â
You eye him carefully. He blushes. âDidnât finish?â you taunt.
He feels too fucking humiliated to say anything, so he mutely nods instead. He fumbles with the zipper of his jeans underneath the pillow.
âNeed some help?â
He gapes at you for a moment before looking away. You look amused as you scan his face. Was he hearing you correctly? Was he dreaming?
âAre youâ are you offering?â he gasps out, dumbfounded.Â
âWouldnât be the first time Iâve done something like that in here.â
Chosoâs jaw drops.Â
He stares at you for a moment at a loss for words. Curiosity begins to win out over embarrassment.
âWith⊠who?â
âNone of your business,â you chuckle.
He doesnât like that answer. His jaw clenches, knowing that itâs stupid that it hurts his ego a bit for no reason at all. It doesnât matter. He doesnât press the issue as his gears turn back to your previous offer.
âThen you⊠uh⊠want toâŠ? With me?â
âYou want to, right?â
He swallows nervously, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks at your body shamelessly for a bit. Heâs still so fucking hard. Finally, he nods shyly.
âOkay. Take your clothes off, then.â
For a moment, he wants to protest. This is the last thing he expects from you. Maybe it was a blackmail situation â if he doesnât let you fuck him, would you fire him?Â
He realizes that he doesnât care either way if he gets to fuck you.
He pushes his jeans down with his boxer briefs, shoves the pillow in his lap away with a blush. Slowly, he strips off his t-shirt, leaving him completely exposed. He can feel your gaze on him, raking his chest and arms, the tattoos on his skin. He looks up at you again almost desperately.Â
âI meant it,â you drawl. âYou do have a nice cock.â
âTh-thanksâŠâ he croaks.Â
âWhy so nervous?â you tease. âYou were flirting with me all day.â
âYeah, butââ he mutters, huffing defensively. âI didnât think youâd actuallyââ
âWanna fuck you?â you finish for him.
You say it so bluntly that it catches him off guard. He hadnât really given it too much thought. You were somewhat receptive to his advances if he could call it that. It was mostly him being himself. His sarcasm was meant to be flirting, but none of it was that serious. He found you hot and interesting. He liked that you could keep up with him.Â
When he started touching himself with you in mind, everything was thrown out the window. He wanted you, and would probably dream about you when he got home, but the guilt and shame of doing something so depraved in his place of work made him embarrassed. He wouldnât have been able to face you on his next shift, and then you decided to barge in and ruin everything.Â
And now, youâre offering yourself to him on a silver platter. It was absurd.
He narrows his eyes. âWhatâs in it for you?â
âI think youâre hot. Isnât that enough?âÂ
âYou⊠you actually wanna⊠uhââ
âYeah, Choso,â you roll your eyes. âI wanna fuck you.â
He shifts on the couch, eyes roaming hungrily over your body as his breaths grow labored. He swallows a lump in his throat.
âThen⊠do it,â he mumbles.
You grin, moving to straddle his lap. His hands flex and he has to remember to not appear so eager. This is just a casual hookup with a coworker. One born out of bizarre circumstances, sure, but he needs to play it cool. He grips the edge of the couch.
âDonât wanna touch me?â
He feels even more meek, if that was possible. He hesitates, throat bobbing as he swallows. Heâd had girls in his lap before. Bouncing them on his cock until they cried. For some reason, he feels like the submissive one here just because youâre on top of him.Â
âUh,â he stammers. His voice is quiet, nervous. You think itâs cute. âI didnât know if I was, uh, allowed toââ
âGo ahead.â
He holds back from kissing you. Instead, he smoothes his large hands over your hips, the curve of your waist. He lifts his hands to the edge of your shirt and hooks his fingers into the hem, slowly tugging it upwards. The reveal of skin is tantalizing, makes his mouth water like a man stranded in a desert.Â
Sparks jolt the length of his spine as his fingers brush over the bare skin of your stomach. Fuck, youâre soft. He knew you would be. He pulls the shirt over your head and ogles stupidly at your chest.Â
âSomeoneâs worked up,â you tease, playing with his hair. You undo his buns, leaving his hair down.
âOf course I am,â he mutters, his voice strained. âYouâre sitting on my lap, looking like thatâïżœïżœïżœ
âCan I kiss you?â
His eyes widen.Â
âPlease,â he breathes. It almost comes out like a desperate whine. âI meanâ yeahââ
You raise a brow, laughing. It makes his face heat up down to his neck.Â
âBegging already? Thought youâd be more of a dominant type.â
Youâve thought about me?
âIâ I am,â he grumbles.Â
âUh-huh. Iâll let you prove it later.â You lean in.
âPromise?â He looks at you with something eager in his gaze and your eyes soften.Â
âMhm.â
Finally, he captures your lips with his. You sigh into it and it makes his cock throb underneath you. He takes that as an invitation, his tongue immediately pushing past the plush of your lips. He reaches up to grab the back of your head and tangles his fingers in your hair as if heâs done it all before. It makes you moan a little in his mouth.
He moans back, pulling you flush against the hard planes of his chest. You pull back slightly, leaving him to chase your lips for a moment as he lets out a small huff of protest. When you look at him, his eyes are half-lidded, lips slightly parted and shiny with spit.
âYouâre pretty,â you say without thinking. âReal pretty.â
He flushes, unable to form words. His expression immediately floods with disappointment when you get off his lap to stand.Â
âWhere are you going?â His voice would be whiny if it wasnât so gruff from desire.Â
âRelax, idiot.â You unbutton your pants, sliding them down slowly. He assumes youâre teasing him, which he doesnât particularly mind. Youâre a sight to behold. His cock twitches as his eyes look at your smooth thighs.Â
âGet over here,â he huffs. You laugh, moving to straddle him.Â
He doesnât have time to react before you lean in to immediately nip at his neck. He lets out a moan, hips bucking involuntarily. You can feel his pulse quickening, the vibration of his moans underneath your lips.Â
âFuck,â he gasps. His fingernails dig into the meat of your waist.Â
He canât stay still. It takes him everything in him to not rock his hips up into you. It doesnât help that he can already feel your wet heat hovering over his cock. His brain nearly short-circuits. He preens under you, grabbing at you like youâre going to fly away.Â
âBe patient. Wanna play with you first,â you mumble.
Chosoâs eyes flutter closed as you speak. You sound so fucking sexy right now, he canât stand it. Itâs better than the stupid filler plot he scrubbed through in that damn porno. Miles better.Â
âPlay with me,â he grits. âFuck â later.â
âOh, yeah. Forgot you were pregaming this before I walked in.â
He glares at you. Itâs entertaining watching the expression melt off his face when you lift your hips and immediately slam down on him. The moan he lets out is guttural. His hands immediately find your hips.
âHah â fuck,â you breathe. âYouâre bigger than you look.â
Choso lets out a strangled chuckle, head falling back on the couch. It makes him look even hotter, the way his tattoos flex with his collarbone.Â
âTold you I wasnât a kid.â
Your laugh tapers off into a moan when he gives a small, tentative roll of his hips. Testing the waters. Youâre so fucking tight that itâs making it hard for him to even think. When he hears you gasp at being filled by him completely, his eyes widen.
âShit,â he gasps. âWanna make you do that againââ
âH-Huh?â
His eyes lock on your face as he grins, grinding into you slowly.Â
âThat noiseââ he groans, his throat taut and dry. âYou made this little gaspââ
âAhââ
âThere it is,â he snickers. His eyes gleam. âJust like that.â
Your eyes roll back, mirroring the roll of his cock inside you. Your cunt clenches around him and it feels like fucking heaven. He can feel all your wetness drool into his lap. He had the urge to push you into the leather, cant his hips up like something rabid.Â
It feels like his brain was going to fall out of his nose, the head rush in tandem with the blood pumping into his cock. Impossible tightness. Snug cunt, petals closing into a bud.Â
When you wrap your arms around him, it almost feels romantic. Itâs dangerous.
He kisses you, then. Quivers when he feels you getting lost in it, tasting nicotine in your swapped spit. He whimpers as you start to move your hips with more intention. You smile wryly at his reaction, pulling away, eyes fixed on where your bodies meet.
Youâre a fucking wet dream while youâre riding him. The way your hair brushes messily over your jawline, the way your mouth parts with a gasp every time he feels you pulsate on his cock. Choso grabs your ass greedily and kneads it, mesmerized at the softness of your flesh.Â
âGod, you look so fucking good right nowââ
His eyes flash as he watches you move. He tries to match your tempo, rutting up into you with frenzied effort. His cheeks are flushed as he nearly unravels himself for you, his expression raw and hungry. He leans in to suck on your tongue, descending his wet mouth down to your jaw, your tits. Oral fixation.
You can feel him deep in your stomach, buried in you. Itâs as if he could pierce you through the throat. Youâre sure that youâll ache everywhere by the time you get home. Youâd never taken a cock quite this big, never been this wet, your insides swirling around like a washing machine. Your guts all muddled with something that felt too warm for just lust.
âSo fucking hot,â he mumbles, hands pressing into your bare thighs.Â
All his preoccupations with you had disappeared. He didnât care if you thought he was a pervert, since you were one too, in a way. Letting him fuck you like this when he barely knew you at all, yet a repressed part of his brain made his heart flutter at the thought of you. It didnât help that he could practically feel your heartbeat with his cock.
It isnât romance â it has to be the sex. He canât think about it too much right now. Not when heâs in a state of delirium inside your cunt.
âChoso, Iâm close,â you whine.
âYeah?â he rasps. âFuck, me too.âÂ
His hair is tousled and sticky. Eyes glazed, chest rising and falling rapidly.
He grabs at your hips, guiding them to grind on him faster. Your wetness makes it all so smooth â all buttery, no resistance. You feel full.
He feels like heâs being squeezed to death, to heaven. It sends him over the edge at the same time he feels your pussy clench around him. You tremble in waves as you gasp out a moan. Itâs more like a choked breath. He canât stop watching you as you come, the way your eyes roll back.Â
A whine escapes his throat as he cums. Everything that seeps out is slick, feels like something new and primordial at once. Seraphic, heâd say, if he happened to be drunk. He certainly feels drunk.
Choso doesnât expect you to kiss him so sweetly after such a vulgar affair. He lets out a long exhale into your mouth with eyes closed, letting his head fall back a little while your hands cup his cheeks. His body is all melted limbs, languid sex.Â
âJesus,â he mutters.Â
âHey.â
He opens his eyes and gazes at you through sleepy lids. He lifts a hand lazily, brushing the hair away from your face.
âYeah?â
âDid you pick an actress that looked like me on purpose?â
He freezes. His hands tighten around your waist as he looks away.
âNo,â he scoffs. âJust thought she was hotââ
You chuckle.
âI didnât pick it, I found it,â he gruffs. âIâll admit that⊠she looks like you⊠I guess.â
âWas I as good?âÂ
He scoffs again, his eyes flashing with a mix of playfulness and irritation. You were as much of a little shit as he was.
âYouâre better,â he rolls his eyes. âI already told you what I think, dumbass. Real pretty.â
âOh, did you?â
Thereâs a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. âIâd be pretty pissed if you werenât better than some stupid videoââ
âIdiot. Those girls are probably like, Olympians at fucking. Porn isnât like real sex anyway.â
âYeah, yeah, I know,â he grins. He pauses for a moment, suddenly looking timid. âItâs just⊠a decent placeholder for when I⊠yâknow.â
âJust call me next time.â
Chosoâs eyes widen slightly, unable to hide his surprise. He sputters for a second.
âWhat? Iâm, uhâ not gonna call you every time Iââ he groans, âThatâll be way too many times.â
You raise a brow.
âWait, noâ that came out wrong. Iâm not some horny freak or somethingââ
âI mean, given how I found youâŠâ
âThatâsââ he stammers, unable to complete a sentence without his brain completely blacking out every millisecond. âThat was a one-time thing.â
âHope so. I donât wanna fire you, newbie,â you grin.
His pulse quickens at your smile.Â
âLike hell, you will. Youâre too understaffed to fire me.â
PART TWO
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êŠê·â§â Summary Being too afraid to spend another night alone, you decide to invite your best friend, Mitsuri, over for a sleepover. But you'll soon realize that was a mistake. Have you already forgotten how much your ghost loves to humiliate you? êŠê·â§â Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism. êŠê·â§â Note 1.5k words.
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The ghost stopped showing himself after that night. You could feel his presence but he never actually appeared like he had that first time.
But even though he wouldn't show himself, that didn't stop him from treating you like a toy. Knocking things over, shutting off the electricity, and even touching you while you slept. It was all a game to him.
And you'd be lying if you said you weren't terrified. Fed up of countless sleepless nights you decided to invite your best friend over for a sleepover, Mitsuri. In hopes that some company would make you feel more at ease. Or at least she would acknowledge your home was haunted so you'd feel less crazy.
But you should have known this would be a bad idea. You seem to have forgotten that the ghost gets a kick out of embarrassing you in front of other people.
Things are calm for now, though you still can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. Despite that, you still try to have a fun night with your friend.
The two of you sit on the couch in your pajamas, eating pizza, and watching a horror movie. The ring to be specific, as it's one of Mitsuri's favorites.
Then the iconic scene comes where the girl crawls through the tv, except something looks off. It looks so much more real than you remember.
The ghost crawls through your television, crawling onto the ground like some demented monster only to look into your eyes, striking fear into you.
You can't help but scream as your body jolts from the jumpscare.
"Y/N, haha!" Mitsuri laughs, "I thought you've seen this movie before! It's not that scary!"
What she doesn't know is that a ghost really did jump out of your tv! And he's rolling on the floor laughing his ass off.
"You should have seen your face!" He laughs hysterically.
You're about to say something to him before you remember Mitsuri has no idea he's there at all, so instead you're stuck trying to play it cool and ignore him like last time. "Oh haha sorry, that part gets me every time."
Mitsuri chuckles but returns her attention back to the movie, oblivious to the fact that there's an unwanted visitor in the room.
"C'mon you gotta admit that was pretty good," he smirks as he walks over to you, "I used to love this movie..." he trails off as he briefly thinks about his life when he was alive but he quickly shrugs it off, not wanting to think about it.
You want to talk to him, ask him questions, cuss him out, anything really. But you can't when Mitsuri is right there. It pisses you off that he decided to show himself now of all times and refused to do it when you were alone. But unbeknownst to you, he's doing it for a reason. Not only does he like toying with you but he also doesn't want you asking him questions about his past.
All you can do is look at him with a mixture of anger and confusion.
"What?" he quirks his brow, "Oh right, I guess I never really introduced myself." He plops beside you on the couch, "Name's Gyutaro."
You want to ask for a last name but knowing how much he hated you asking questions about his family, you know he'd probably refuse.
At least now you can get a proper look at him. He's tall and very thin with the palest skin you've ever seen. His long black hair seems weightless as it floats around his face. But what catches your eye is the black spots on his face. You don't know what they are but they look like birthmarks. The other thing you notice is the blood splatted on his t-shirt.
At first, you're confused but then you think about the fact that if he's a ghost, surely he must have died somehow. It makes you sad as you think about all that blood being a result of him dying in some violent way. He may be annoying but no one deserves that.
"Your friend is pretty cute," he interrupts your thoughts, "But not as cute as you... y'know I can't stop thinking about the other night. I could tell you liked it." He leans closer to your face, trying to get a reaction out of you.
"I think you owe me back. It's only fair," he says as he pulls down his pants, exposing his erection.
Your eyes widen at the sight. Maybe you should have expected this knowing how immature and horny he is, but you can't help but be shocked.
He leans back onto the sofa, getting comfortable as he languidly starts stroking himself.
You look over at Mitsuri, then to Gyutaro again. Your face heats up, completely embarrassed about the situation you're in. You know your friend can't see him but that doesn't make it any better! She's sitting on your right while this annoying ghost is jerking off on your left.
"Just touch it, I promise it doesn't bite," he moves his hips closer - gently tapping your arm with his member, "C'mon, pleaaase!" He whines like an entitled child.
You just cross your arms and refuse to give him any attention, hoping that he'll get bored and stop.
Even though he's annoying, you can't help but find something about him charming. Maybe it's the fact that he's not how you imagined ghosts to be. Or maybe it's that playful attitude he seems to have.
And honestly, you can't deny that he's attractive. Having a ghost haunting your new home isn't ideal, but at least he's sexy and seems to have taken a liking to you. He acts like a needy puppy, desperate for your attention.
Probably because he's been trapped here for so long, all alone.
But even so, how would it look if you started touching him? If Mitsuri glanced over she'd see you jerking off the air! How embarrassing that would be! So even if you're willing to play along, you can't do it now. And Gyutaro knows that, it's just all a part of the fun.
"Fine, be that way," he pouts as he tilts his head back and focuses on pleasuring himself.
You peek over to see him picking up the pace. Slowly bucking his hips as his eyes squeeze shut and the tip of his cock glistens with precum. Soft moans escape his lips as he gets closer and closer.
Shifting uncomfortably, you rub your thighs together - feeling your panties begin to moisten. Hopefully, he doesn't notice because you know it'll only make his cocky attitude worse.
"Fuck," he groans, "I'm so lucky a hottie like you moved in, Y/N. You have no idea."
"You're annoying, but at least you're somewhat of a friendly ghost," you think to yourself, wishing you could openly respond to him.
"Ah," he moans softly, leaning closer to you. You feel his body tense up and his hand stroke faster.
It's not long before he's spilling all over the place, shooting his load without any care for where it lands. It splatters on the couch, your arm, and on your lap - splattering all over the plate of pizza you had sitting there. You feel stupid for not moving it sooner, but you honestly didn't expect a ghost to be able to ejaculate like that.
What makes it even more disturbing is how cold and slimy it is.
He doesn't even bother to clean anything up, he just sits there panting with a sick grin on his face. "Heh, you look good like that."
Before you can grab a napkin to wipe it off, Mitsuri speaks up, "Are you going to eat your pizza, Y/N? You said you were starving but you haven't even taken a bite yet!"
"Haha! Yeah Y/N, you gonna eat it or not? I don't see nothing wrong with it," Gyutaro taunts.
Your face goes red, she must not be able to see the ghostly semen all over your pizza. "I-I um..." you choke, not wanting to do this.
"Oh come on, don't be a wuss!" Gyutaro teases.
"Mine tasted great! But if you don't want it I'll have it," Mitsuri says, reaching over and grabbing your plate.
"No! I'll eat it!" You snatch the plate, not wanting your friend to eat the tainted food.
You look at Gyutaro, narrowing your eyes to show your displeasure for what you're about to do.
Hesitantly opening your mouth, you take a bite of the pizza. You shudder as you feel the cold slimey substance hit your tongue and slide down your throat. The texture is disgusting but at least it doesn't really taste like anything.
Gyutaro begins to giggle, watching in amusement as you force his cum down your throat.
"That's it," he snickers, "Eat up like a good girl! I think I'll stay here and watch you eat every last bite!"
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Can I please get a 29â€ïž and 33â€ïž fluffy for Haku please?
29â€ïž A kiss to the back of the hand
33â€ïž A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking
I got to use the cute gif I wanted!! >:D *rubs hands together*
Urgent!!
I am being stalked!
??????
What?? Are you okay, Haku???
Who's stalking you??
Come meet me at the courtyard and I'll show you
... you'll show me? Your stalker?
Yes
Save me please?
... okay...? I'm going
My hero <3
As you hurriedly walk towards the courtyard, your head turn left and right, looking for Haku. The heavy bag on your back slams against you as you jog back and forth, frantically searching for Hotarubi's vice-captain. After all, even though his messages had been a little weird, you didn't want to risk not taking something as dangerous as a possible stalker seriously.
You stop in your tracks once you hear a nearby voice call out your name, and, quickly turning around on your feet, you manage to see Haku's yellow eyes peeking from behind a tree.
Maybe he was trying to hide from someone, you thought.
Swallowing hard, you try to walk quietly towards him in order to avoid any unwanted attention.
"Thank you for coming to save me" Haku say nonchalantly, smiling at you from his seat on the ground and against the tall tree.
You look left and right and wipe the sweat off your forehead, your eyes wide and alert.
âWhere are they? Your stalker?â you whisper anxiously while you sit beside him, and Hakuâs lips form an âoâ before he chuckles as if he had just remembered a hilarious joke.
âRight, the stalker. There it isâ he points to the space in front of him.
âWhat? Where?â you crane your neck, trying to look at whatever was in the distance.
âNo, noâ he taps your shoulder âIt isn't far away. It's really right there. There. Look.â he wiggles his finger, as if it would make you see better.
You squint, looking at the grass. That was all that was in front of him at that moment. Until you see a flash of dark brown jump up and down on the spot, and finally you manage to make out the so-called âstalker.â
âThat's... a tanuki?â you widen your eyes in surprise after you manage to properly make out the silhouette of the little animal that rolled around between the blades of grass, almost unnoticeable with a little leaf on its head.Â
It is a tiny little thing. And very round too. Is every cute anomaly round like that?, you think. But then you turn around to face Haku and raise one eyebrow, looking at him in disbelief.Â
âTHAT'S your stalker?â
Haku shrugs.
âIt's been following me everywhere the past few days, you know? Itâs even trying to sleep on my pillow at night and now I have to be careful not to roll around so I wonât smush it to death. Itâs a serious problem, believe it or not.â
You roll your eyes at how Haku smirks while he explains his âterribleâ predicament to you.
âWell, why don't you take it to Jabberwock?â you ask. He hisses, as if you had just asked a hard question, and bashfully scratches his cheek
âIt wasnât a lack of tryingâ Haku then shows you the back of his left hand, where you could see a long and nasty red cut opening the skin. You gasp loudly.
âThat tiny thing did this?!â
Haku sighs, nodding as if he also didnât believe what had happened to him.
âIt's a feisty little guy.â
âI can definitely see thatâ you gaze at the small tanuki with a bit more caution, brows scrunched up in surprise. âWell, first letâs take care of this awful wound and then we think of the rest. Canât have you dying of tetanus because of a 10cm tall tanuki.â you say, opening your backpack and pulling out a medkit from its confines.
Haku whistles.
âYou always carry that with you?â
âOf course. Have you ever spent more than a minute with the other ghouls? I literally need to be prepared for anything.â
This time, Haku laughs genuinely.
âFair enough.â
You take your time to carefully disinfect his cut, apply one of the many anomalous anointments you had picked up at the general store and then you wait for it to dry before bandaging his hand.
After a few moments of silence, with Haku most definitely basking in the feeling of your hands cradling his, you can't control your curiosity anymore.
âOkay but uhâŠâ you stutter, lightly touching the ointment and then grabbing a clean bandage once you noticed it was dry. âWhy did you ask me for my help? Iâm just a human.â
Haku looks up, in thought.
âWell, I know you have a way with these little guys. Peekaboo loves you, doesnât he?â
You hum, not fully convinced.
âBut what if it scratches me too?âÂ
Haku leans towards you, suddenly looking serious.
âThen I'll kill itâ he murmurs, with a tinge of darkness in his voice.
You gasp loudly, startling the tanuki that had began to take a nap under the sun and in front of you.
âNo!!!! Dont!!! It's cute!! Don't kill it!!!â you almost yell, clutching Hakuâs hand tightly while you stare at him, eyes wide as saucers.
âPffftt! Hahaha! It's okay, I was joking. I won't kill it.â he laughs, leaning back against the tree.
You scrunch your brows, looking at him with suspicion, not completely sure that he was just joking right there. You then tap his now bandaged hand lightly and sigh.
âOkay, it's done.â
Haku tilts his head to the side and pouts.
âAw. Canât I have a little kiss on my wound to make it better?â
You glare at him for a moment, before pulling his hand towards your lips and kissing his fingers, avoiding the bandage for safety.
You turn your head away quickly so he wouldnât see you flustered by your own actions. You end up missing the way his jaw hangs low, completely taken aback by you.Â
Haku clears his throat and scratches his cheek again, embarrassed.
âWell, now I really can't kill it. It got me a kiss. Maybe it's my new lucky charm.â
âStop it.â you gently slap his shoulder. "Okay now... The anomaly." you mutter, more to yourself than to him.
You shift your position, sitting on your feet while you lean towards the lazy tanuki in front of you. The little thing was having the time of its life, warming his round belly under one of the sun rays that peeked through the large treeâs foliage. You stretch your arm towards it, the palm of your hand facing up so itâd climb on its own. You were just guessing what would be the right way to deal with that anomaly, but, much to your surprise, it slowly got up on its stubby little legs and walked towards you, quickly plopping on your hand and resuming its nap.
You get up from your seat carefully, mouth open wide in pure awe while you frantically motion for Haku to get up too. He snorts at the sight of your enthusiasm, also getting up.
âLet's take this guy to a place where he'll be safe.â you murmur, staring at the anomaly that was fully relaxed in your hands.
âOh, it's okay, no need to take me anywhere. I'm safe with youâ Haku said, smirking.Â
You finally snapped your head towards the man beside you, feeling your cheeks tingle at his teasing.
âHaku!â
âHahahaha! Sorry.â he chuckles, raising his arms in defeat. âYes, let's give it a place to live.â
As you two make your way to Jabberwock, Haku suddenly pouts, feigning hurt while he looks at the creature you were so carefully holding.
âI canât believe a tanuki managed to take a nap on you before me. You really have a way with conquering us, monsters.âÂ
You sigh. There was absolutely no end to this man's teasing and his flirting, you think.
âYeah, yeah, whatever you sayâ you mumble, exasperated. He just laughs, pleased at your reactions.
I tried to make parallels between the smol tanuki and Haku, basically like: they're both lazy and they both quickly like you ;w; I hope it was easy to notice that lmao
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Yellow Hyacinths |Hyunjin
Jealous!Hyunjin x Gn!Reader
Anon Request
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Spring had always been your favorite season. Something about the newborn feel, as if the earth was getting a slight restart. The air was fresh, and the colors popped and overall, you felt rejuvenated. The city streets were painted with vibrant colors as flowers bloomed and dropped their petals, the wind blowing them everywhere, and the air carrying a sweet fragrance that promised new beginnings.
This particular day, you found yourself at the local park, enjoying the fresh air and the company of your longtime friend, Changbin.
He had been your rock for years, after you had met him through his sister and clicked. He always there to support you through thick and thin. And today, he noticed the fatigue in your eyes and the heaviness in your voice when he had video called. There wasn't a particular reason to it, but sometimes you didn't need to have a particular reason to be down.
"Hey, Y/N, I've got something that might cheer you up," Changbin said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He handed you a bouquet of vibrant tulips, that he had bought on the way to the park.
"Changbin, you didn't have to," you said, touched by the gesture. "They're beautiful. Thank you." You sniffed the tulips and smiled.
"It's nothing," he replied with a shrug. "Just wanted to see you smile. And my sister said you always liked tulips."
"Well, I like all flowers but I do have a certain fondness for tulips."
Later that evening, you went to the dorm to visit your boyfriend. Hyunjin was in the living room, staring out the window with a pensive look on his face. His sketchbook in his lap. When he heard you come in, he turned, his eyes immediately landing on the bouquet of tulips in your hand.
"Hey," you greeted him, walking over to give him a kiss on his birthmark. "How was your day?"
"It was okay," Hyunjin replied, his gaze lingering on the flowers. "Where did you get those?"
"Changbin got them for me," you explained, placing the bouquet on the table. "He thought they might cheer me up." You adjusted some of the flowers and smiled. "He was right. I love flowers."
Hyunjin's expression hardened slightly. "Oh, I see."
You could sense the tension in his voice and sighed inwardly. You turned to him, knowing how he sometimes got jealous. "Hyunjin, it's just a friendly gesture. There's nothing more to it."
"I know," he said, though his voice betrayed his unease. "It's just⊠why does he have to buy you flowers? Why does he have to be the one to cheer you up?"
"Well, I guess because he was the only one who saw me upset." You shrugged. "I didn't even really realize it."
Hyunjin swallowed and shifted on the couch.
This time you sighed outwardly. A few days ago you had gotten into it with Hyunjin after a guy at the mall had flirted with you while Hyunjin was using the restroom. It had gotten pretty intense and had been awkward even up to today with the artist.
You didn't want it to come to that again.
"Hyunjin, he's just a friend. You don't need to worry about him. Please, you know it isn't like that. Changbin has been my friend for almost a decade. And we'll stay friends."
Hyunjin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine- okay. It just makes me feel insecure sometimes."
The following days were filled with even more tension. You tried to reassure Hyunjin, but his insecurities were getting the best of him. Straining your relationship slightly.
One afternoon, you and Changbin were in the kitchen of his and Hyunjin's shared dorm, laughing over an old inside joke as you cooked up a meal. Hyunjin walked in from an errand he was running, his mood immediately darkening when he saw you two together.
"Hey, Hyunjin," you greeted him with a smile. "Want to join us? We were finishing up dinner. I made your favor-"
Hyunjin's eyes flicked to Changbin, then back to you. "Actually, I need to talk to Changbin. Alone." His jaw was relaxed, but you could tell he was upset.
You felt the air grow thick with a negative energy. "Okay, I'll give you two some space." You left the kitchen reluctantly, your heart heavy with worry. And you lingered around just in case you needed to come back in.
As soon as you were out of earshot, Hyunjin put his aim on Changbin. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He spat.
Changbin raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" He said, extremely confused.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Hyunjin snapped. "The flowers, the constant hanging around. Are you trying to steal Y/N from me?" Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair.
Changbin looked taken aback. "Hyunjin, calm down. Y/N is my friend. I'm not trying to steal them from you."
Hyunjin's eyes flashed with anger. "You think I'm stupid? I see the way you look at them. You think just because we've been arguing a little bit, you can swoop in and take my place? Just because you've known them longer than me doesn't mean you have some claim on my partner!"
"Hyunjin, you're being ridiculous," Changbin said, his voice rising. "I'm not trying to take Y/N from you. I care about them, yes, but as a friend. Nothing more."
"Just a friend?" Hyunjin scoffed. "Then why the flowers? Why the constant attention?"
"Because I've known them 9 years, Hyunjin! About as long as I've been with you and the guys Y/N has also been a constant for me! You didn't seem to have a problem with that until now!"
"Because you're giving my significant other even more attention than usual!"
"Because they needed someone to cheer them up!" Changbin shouted back, his patience wearing thin. "And where were you? Brooding and feeling sorry for yourself instead of being there for them. Get a fucking hold Hyunjin!"
Hyunjin took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. "You don't get to tell me how to be there for Y/N."
"And you don't get to accuse me of something I'm not doing," Changbin retorted, standing his ground. "If you have a problem, it's with your own insecurities, not me. So, you need to fix that and stop policing Y/N. They're my friend just as much as they are your partner."
Hyunjin's face twisted in anger, but he knew Changbin was right. His jealousy was clouding his judgment, making him see threats where there were none.
Not that Changbin couldn't steal someone's partner. He was very charismatic, and kind and handsome but he wasn't that type of person.
You weren't that type of person.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I just⊠I can't stand the thought of losing them. And I'm more than sure you'd treat them right. Even better than me..." Hyunjin laughed slightly, hoping a joke would ease the harsh mood he regretted creating.
Changbin's expression softened. Well, I am pretty handsome and cool like that..." He said in pretend thoughtfullness. He turned back to his younger friend. "But, Hyunjin, you're not going to lose Y/N. They love you. I hear about it everytime we hang out. Hell, I hear about it from my sister every single time I see her; thats how much Y/N cherishes you. I think I get at least a thank you a wekk for introducing you two from them. But Jin, you need to trust them. Trust us. We wouldn't do that to you and you know that." Changbin's voice was completely calm, showing Hyunjin that he was never angry at the boy for feeling those feelings.
Hyunjin looked down, feeling a mix of shame and relief. "I'm sorry."
Changbin placed a hand on his shoulder. "I understand your concerns, and I validate your feelings, but can you trust your Changbin-Hyung? Do you think I would ever steal Y/N from you?"
Hyunjin shook his head and giggled as Changbin wrapped his arms around the tall boy.
"Matter of fact, Y/N has to be careful because I'm gonna steal you instead, jagiyaaaaa." He said trying to kiss Hyunjin's face, but he wiggled out of Changbin's grasp and laughed as the older one chased him around the kitchen.
"Jagi where are you going? Come back~"
That evening, Hyunjin decided to make an effort to show you how much you meant to him. Even though he knew you knew.
So he figured it would be more like an apology.
He visited a flower shop and carefully selected a bouquet of yellow flowers. He thought they were pretty, just like you.
As he walked back to the dorm, he rehearsed what he wanted to say to you, hoping it would ease his worries and take away the strain he had brought on the past couple of days.
When he arrived home, he found you sitting on the couch, the bouquet of tulips still on the table as you scribbled in Hyunjin's sketchbook with a soft smile. You had doodled a somewhat stick-figure-esque drawing of you and him with a bunch of hearts and happy things. You had a tendency to leave him a bunch of little doodles, and he kept every single one of them.
He approached you with the bouquet hidden behind his back.
"Baby," he called softly, gaining your attention.
You turned and smiled at him. "Hi," you cocked your head. "Is everything okay?" You asked of his nervous expression.
Hyunjin revealed the bouquet, and your eyes lit up with joy. "These are for you," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I wanted to apologize...and remind you how much I love you."
Your heart swelled with affection as you took the flowers from him. "Thank you, Hyunjin. They're beautiful."
Hyunjin sat down beside you, taking your hand in his. "I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I was letting my jealousy get the best of me, and I took it out on Changbin. I know he's just a friend, and I trust you. I just⊠I love you so much, and the thought of losing you scares me." He said quietly.
You laughed.
Hyunjin looked up at you, with wide and sad eyes when he saw you were laughing the point of near tears.
"Baby, I-I am not.- I swear I'm not laughing at you-" You wiped a couple of tears from your eyes. "I just think, this is ironic." You said, your laughter dying down.
Hyunjin watched your eyes as they looked at the flowers with the love and adoration.
"Do you know what these flowers are?"
"No..."
"Yellow Hyacinths." Your lips stretched. "They're most often associated with jealousy." Hyunjin closed his eyes as you tucked on behind his ear, your thumb brushing against the birthmark under his eye.
"I guess that suits me then?"
You squeezed his hand, your heart aching for him. "Hyunjin, you don't have to worry about anything. I love you, and only you. The most."
Hyunjin leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I don't hink you understand how much I love you, because if you did you would know that your statement is false."
"Hmm." You said as you snuggled into arms, both of you sighing in happiness. "I think you're the mistaken one Jinnie."
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HEAR ME OUT!! 33 to blitz, but somewhat freshly after he got the burns from the circus fire
prompt #33: a kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking. (I don't like writing teen characters, but I wanted to go with the pain of 'new scars' here, so I wrote with the idea of him knowing reader from his circus days in mind.)
âYou should have called me,â you reprimanded gently, straddling BlitzĂžâs lap slowly. His hands come up to rest on your hips automatically, claws curling in your shirt. âIf Iâd known about the fire, I would haveâŠâ
You break off with a sigh. ââŠYou should have called.â
BlitzĂž shrugs, avoiding your eye. âYeah, well⊠donât take it personally. Turns out Iâm not so great at pickinâ up the phone.â
You smile sadly, taking his face in your hands and turning it gently up to meet your eye. ââs okay. You always were a slow learner.â
He frowns against the smile you can see him trying to hide, but he flinches as your thumb brushes against the scarring on his cheek. You withdraw your hand, moving to climb back off his lap. Despite his expression, his claws tighten on your hips, holding you in place.
âCan I askâŠâ you choose your words carefully, biting your lip. Your fingers ghost over the side of his throat, mapping out the edge of the white markings slowly. BlitzĂžâs eyes close, a furrow between his brows, but he doesnât move away. âHow⊠how much ofâŠâ
âYou askinâ âcause youâre worried, or âcause you just want a chance to get me naked?â he asks, some of that old BlitzĂž-swagger present in his tone. It makes your lips twitch with a small smile. He sighs, making a show of rolling his eyes. âFuckinâ forgot how one-track minded your ass was when it came to gettinâ off on myââ
âSlow your roll, Ego Lord,â you cut him off, amused. âBefore you start rewriting history, I wanna remind you that were basically kids and neither of us knew what we were doing.â
âStill got you wet though, didnât I?â he smirks, his eyes closing as you unbutton his shirt slowly. His hands move down to grasp your thighs, palms smoothing over the muscle almost experimentally. That crease between his brow returns as you open his shirt and slide your hand gently over the scars there, too. He presses his hips up into yours, and youâre not sure if itâs supposed to be a distraction or itâs a genuine attempt to excite you. The first flicker of arousal that swirls inside you means that the latter is working. âWent from beinâ daddyâs little girl to being, wellââ
He smirks wolfishly, and you slap a hand over his mouth before he can finish the joke. âDonât be gross, Zo.â
He licks the palm of your hand, and you jerk it away, wrinkling your nose.
âSee youâre still a fucking child.â
âAnd youâre still a know-it-allââ he breaks off as you bring your hand up to his scarred cheek again, the white skin stark against the red of your hand. He sighs, eyes closing. âYou donât need toââ
âI know,â you assure him. You wait until his eyes open again before leaning down to bring your face to his. BlitzĂžâs eyes widen slightly before he moves to meet your lips with his, his tail winding around yours. You shift just before your lips meet his, instead brushing your lips gently against his scarred cheek. âIâm sorry, Zo.â
His hands tighten on your thighs. âFor leavinâ, or for stayinâ gone?â
You smile sadly, tightening your tail against his. âYeah. That.â
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the words with the question stuck out more than anything. âare you in a relationship?â rung through his head for weeks at a time. he could have just said no, but then, couldnt it be disrespectful to you?
shit, now he sounds delusional since you arenât dating him.
he sat in his office most of the day, just pondering on the question and the fact that he couldnt even respond right. he also fucked himself bad when he clicks on your âInstagramâ and sees you in your pretty bikini top.
only just the fact you had your arm around some other man, who just so happened to be a classmate. no biggie right? couldnt be.
yet, he kept staring at you. he stares at the birthmark right on your sternum, the small birth mark in your arm and throat. heâs seen them before, but its so much different now.
shit, he was off the deep end for you. and the whole thought process of how youre only a little bit younger than him, and the scandal he could put you in since you were in a mentorship with him. he needs to save people, he wants to. yet, heâs debating on if they mean that much like you.
he also hated how hot it can get in japan, weather sitting at a ninety nine degree temperature at night. both you and him were patrolling since tokoyami was underage and couldnt be out.
thank god that he brought water though, the good kind at that.
âso uh, how was the beach, little one?â hawks mindlessly asked, looking around while you did the same.
âit was fine, it was just somewhat crowded and hot. i dont even know why i went.â you say, you reminded everyone that depending on what temperature it was outside, you could go. heat wasnt one, you hated it.
âah, well, it is a beach.â he replied back, gathering himself back next to you. âany fun this weekend?â
âi dont know yet. probably not.â you say, shrugging it off and walking beside him. the cool breeze goes through your hair, you sighing in relief that you could at least feel it through your clothes as well.
shit, sheâs free this weekend? he thought to himself, ever so occasionally side eyeing you to see if you were looking at him, were you looking at him? no. damnit.
his hands get sweaty in his gloves, him feeling like some highschool kid in love with the popular pretty girl who just so happened to give him a chance. he clears his throat and looks away from you to see anything else.
fuck, you were actually shorter than him, so you were actually a little one⊠which only turns him on more. he wasnt a big build, but he was still somewhat bigger than you.
âyou wanna.. grab something to eat?â he asked, pointing to the ramen shop up the street and smiled. âits on me this time since you basically saved my ass yesterday.â
but you practically saved him in general.
âyeah, sure!â you say, cheerful that theyâll have so much air conditioning inside the shop. plus, youre craving a good ramen.
he also gathers that you do a little âhappy danceâ when you finally get food. you wiggle side to side in your seat, a relaxed sigh in your throat and, your mood increases. do you even know you do this? probably not. shit, you probably do, you do this just so he can say something about you.
the fuck is wrong with me? he questions that daily, and he can only think about that one question until your body spray wafts into his nose, causing a dopamine rush to his brain and he has to stop himself from his eyes rolling back into his head.
fuck, was he some damn addict?
thereâs hints of some fruit, he doesnt get what though. he also smells coconut and now hes only curious, pausing on eating his food. hes gotta know what it is, he had to. he cant just ask you because thatll seem weird. it seem creepy for your mentor asking what body spray you use.
was he actually going to find a time to sneak in and find out for himself later?
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In a funk of a mood, so part 1 of unrequited love / crush fic.
"Tommy!" Hen was all smiles as she greeted Tommy with a hug, huffing out a laugh and scoff as he picked her up and swung her around. "Really?" She asked with a slap to his arm.
"Ow!" He half joked, Hen had a mean right hook, rubbing his arm as he followed her into the bat area. "Man of the hour here yet?"
"Not yet, but he should be here in a few minutes."
"Is the cake here yet?"
Hen gave him a bright smile and pointed to the loft, as the two went up the steps. Tommy looked around the decorated room, barely recognizing a few of the firefighters who were on shift.
"Ta-da."
The cake was hysterical, a realistic version of Chimneys head with licorice rebar going through it.
"Henrietta, you out did yourself." Tommy awed, pulling out his phone to take a picture of the cake. "Of course you would get the best cake ever for Chimneys return party."
"Aww, call me Henrietta again and I'll throw you over the balcony." She smiled, rolling her eyes when Tommy tried to give her his really bad version of puppy dog eyes. "Nice try, Tommy, but you've been out puppy looked by our newest probie." Hen noted.
Tommy feigned being affronted, a hand on his chest and an exaggerated gasp had Hen rolling her eyes again and laughing. "Who would out puppy eyes me?"
Hen gave him a coy smile, her hands in her back pocket as she jutted her chin to the den, Tommy turned to see a man on the phone. Younger than him with almost strawberry blond hair gelled back. He looked to be as tall as Tommy. He looked leaner than Tommy though, but God, he was gorgeous.
Tommy felt himself take an audible gulp.
"Hey Buckeroo, cmon over here. Want you to meet someone." Hen called out, waving her hand over at- Tommy was gonna guess that "Buckeroo" was a nickname like Chimney or Hen.
"Tommy, this is Evan Buckley, or Buck, as we like to call him." Evan stook out his hand for Tommy to shake.
And Tommy, despite his best effort to be professional, felt his mask slip as Evan took his hand. It was even the hand that got Tommy, it was Evan's bright and infectious smile and his blue eyes and that adorable birthmark that seemed to match the color of Evan's lips....
And Tommy's mouth was going incredibly dry. He let out a cough and hoped he sounded indifferent as he told Eva, "It's nice to meet you, Evan."
"Same. So Hen was telling me you used to be at the 118, where are you now?"
"Oh, I'm at the 217. The Harbour? I'm a firefighter pilot over there."
Watching Evan's eyes go wide and mouth drope had Tommy testing his patience. "That's so cool. I bet flying those planes makes you feel like a superhero or something."
"No more or less than going into a burning building." Tommy shrugged, "Part of the job, right?"
Before Evan could answer, his phone went off. "Oh uh, one sec." He nodded in apologies as he went off to the den again.
Tommy felt transfixed on watching Evan walk away. Momentarily forgetting that he was at his former place of work, till Hen hit him in the gut.
"Hey!" He bemoaned, rubbing his stomach as Hen gave him a knowing look.
Too knowing for his liking.
"He has a girlfriend Tommy."
Damn it.
"I-"
"Save it, Kinard. You're not slick." Hen teased, poking his shoulder before leading him to Bobby.
The party was in full swing now, Chimney seemed delighted by the cake and by seeing Tommy. The two jokes about scars and who would getter the hotter babe now.
All while, yes, Hen gave him a pointed look that had Tommy feel tired.
He was trying to enjoying himself when noticed a familiar head of red hair.
He watched as Evan lead a woman to the team, not realizing he was only a foot away from them now as he called out. "Abby?"
Abby turned around, her expression going from nervous to happily surprised as she approached Tommy for a hug. "This is a surprise, what are you doing here?"
"What are you?" He asked back happily as he hugged her. "Didn't think 911 dispatchers slummed it with firefighters?"
Granted, he never told Abby he himself was a firefighter. Abby was the last woman he dated before he had admitted to himself he was gay. Their relationship was sort of brief, 6 months in where they would meet up for dinner or coffee or just a glass of wine and a movie at Abby's apartment. It worked well for a while. Abby got a distraction from work and taking care of her mother and Tommy could say to his team he was dating and mean it. But the relationship was clearly transactional and Tommy adored her, but he knew he didn't love her like that.
So he told her the truth and broke up with her.
And now....
She was holding hands with Evan, a guy that was even younger than Tommy.
He had no reason to be upset, but he was a bit surprised. One, that Anby would go younger and not date a guy that was closer to her age and two, that she had seemingly snagged herself another guy that was a firefighter as well.
But he realized that maybe Evan was a little more serious (and straight) about Abby since he had Abby visit the station. Tommy had never told Abby he was a firefighter, or even invited her over to his house the whole entirety of their six month relationship.
It didn't hurt to see Abby hold another guy's hand.
But he did feel disappointed to see Evan holding a woman's hand.
It was a long shot.
"Well, Buck here works as a firefighter and his teammate Chimney is returning to work. I promised I would drop by."
"Uh-you two know each other?" Evan asked, squinting in suspicion as he looked at Tommy.
Bobby, Chimney, Athena, and Hen all looked mildly entertained and worried.
"This is Tommy." Abby explained, waving her hands towards Tommy as though she were showing off a new car.
Evan looked from Tommy to Abby, his expression adorable- like he was having a hard time with math. "You're that Tommy?"
"Guilty."
"How have you been?" Abby asked, her focus on Tommy now.
Tommy on the other hand couldn't help but look at Evan and how the younger man turned to face the group. Tommy was sure that Evan had made a face or asked something in silence because the group all made wildly different gestures that had Tommy snorting.
He cleared his throat when he realized he had caught Abby by surprise doing that. "I'm good. All good."
"Last we spoke you were planning on asking Jamie from your gym out on a date? You two still an item?"
Tommy was ready to bite his lip to keep from laughing as Evan snapped his head back to look at them. "Uh, Jamie and I broke up a few months ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"No, youre not."
Abby snickered, slapping a hand against his bicep, "Well, not really." She joked back.
Tommy had clocked Evan's suspicious looks and wasn't surprised when Evan had tried to one up by asking questions about calls "Have you ever had to kill a snake?"
"No." Chimney answered for him, "But he did have to face off a very angry rooster named Maurice."
That had Bobby, Hen, and Athena all laugh, with Tommy pressing for them to let it go. But when Evan asked what happened, Tommy and Chimney took turns sharing the story, which led to Tommy telling Evan his latest run in with an animal- a bunch of bison on Catalina Island, where Tommy had volunteered during a smile brush fire on the island.
That got Evan to warm up to him and soon enough the two were talking, caught up in their own bubble till Hen jumped in and asked about Valentine day plans. Which led to the group slightly teasing Evan about plans with Abby.
Tommy felt could see and sense the nervousness but excitement from both Abby and Evan.
He tries to grin, reminding himself that he couldn't be disappointed about a failed crush. "Can never go wrong with going Italian for a Valentine's dinner."
He ignored Henâs smirking at him.
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So he didn't have a date for Valentine and he couldnât swing in finding a shift to take for the night. Best that Tommy could figure was to go into town and check out his favorite bars trivia night and hope that it wasn't couples night or something.
He had lucked out on parking, finding a spot that was only a block and a half away. He was ready to walk when he looked and saw through the windows of a restaurant Evan and Abby. Both were dressed nicely, but that's not what Tommy's attention. Evan was holding his throat and struggling to get up and Abby looked frantic.
"Crap!" Tommy opened his car door and pulled out the lifevac from his emergency kit bag that he kept in the front of his truck and ran into the restaurant.
"Abby! No!" He nearly pushed a server out of the way once he spotter Abby ready to take a steak knife to Evan's throat.
Abby looked back at him and then at the phone in her hand, "They're telling me I have to perform a tracheostomy."
Tommy was ready to chuck the phone out the window, he already had the mask over Evans nose and mouth. "Where the hell do they teach you dispatchers to give out medical advice like that?!" He gave three strong presses down the device, strong enough that it had Abby crying. But by the fourth push, item that was lodged in Evan's throat came up, Tommy turned him to his side, pulling out what looked like a large piece of bread.
Right in time, EMT showed up.
Evan was still unconscious but he was at least breathing.
"We go it from here, sir." A female EMT from station 6 told him, another EMT worker was gently coaxing Abby away as well.
Tommy looked on as the team started to take Evan's vitals and load him into the gurney.
"You're free to ride with your friend...or boyfriend, I assume?" The same woman asked Tommy, he refused to look over at Abby who had clearly heard the EMTs question.
Tommy's mouth went dry for a different reason. He looked at the EMT worker and then at Evan who was already in the ambulance. Barely awake but at least alive. "Which hospital are you taking him to?"
"UCLA."
By the time Tommy got to Evan's room, Evan is awake, and alone.
"Tommy?" Evan's voice rough, Tommy isn't surprised, he rubbed his own throat in sympathy.
"Hey, yeah."
Even in those dumb hospital gowns, Evan looked cute. He noticed Evan looking at him all confused and worried. Those striking eyes all squinty and lips pulled into a frown that had Tommy imagining kissing off.
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
Tommy sighed, "I was by the restaurant and saw you choking. Got to you before Abby fortunately and saved you from getting a gnarly neck scar." He joked, trying to now dwell on how frightened and worried Evan looked at the mention that Tommy saved him.
"You saved me?"
"Yeah." Tommy started to gnaw on his lower lip, he watched silently as Evan studied him. "I was just at the right place at the right time."
"Guess I should say thank you then." Evan winced, presumably at the pain since Tommy saw him swallow with a grimace next.
"Part of the job, right?"
Evan nodded, he looked at Tommy nervously. "Seriously though, thank you." He told Tommy sincerely. His blue eyes teary as looked at Tommy imploringly.
It was enough for Tommy's hear to skip a beat.
"Oh." Tommy jumped at the sound of Abby's voice. "You came." She looked as awkward as Tommy felt.
Tommy rubbed the palm of his hands against his jeans, "Yeah," he risked a glance at Evan who was still looking at him. "Yeah, had to check on the patient. Part of the job."
Tommy felt like he had said that too many times now.
He risked another look at Evan, who had gone from looking at him with appreciation to something akin to confusion and worry. As though he was reading and seeing right into Tommy's mind.
Abby nodded at him, "They called Bobby, he should be here any moment." Abby told Evan, walking over to him and sitting down on the chair that was placed by the hospital bed.
Tommy tried not to keep his face stoic as he noticed Abby take Evan's hand in her's, lacing their fingers together and she caressed his cheek with her other hand.
"I should probably head out."
"Tommy, wait-"
Tommy froze, "You should stay." Evan suggested, "Bobby's on his way here anyway. I'm sure he would wanna see you."
Tommy let out a chuckle, as much as he wanted to say hi to Bobby, he knew better. He had sat through enough self inflicted moments of torture to know better now.
"I'll catch up with him next time." He pointed at Evan, "Rest that voice, okay?"
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SWEET LIKE A PASTRY
Belated FLUFFEBRUARY DAY 7 - LOVE NOTES/LETTERS
@bucktommyfluffebruary
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FLUFFEBRUARY DAY 7 - LOVE NOTES/LETTERS
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âKinard! Someone dropped this off for you.âÂ
Tommy had barely just made it out of the chopper when one of his team members gleefully called him over to the communal table and gestured at a paper bag he recognized coming from one of his favorite coffee places. His heart skipped a few beats and he could feel his face flush. Evan had been here. Evan who he hadn't seen since they had parted ways the previous night the day after Howie and Maddie's wedding.Â
âWas it the boyfriend?â Lucy trots past Tommy from where she had followed him after exiting the chopper with him. âOooh, what was he like? Was he cute?âÂ
Tommy rolls his eyes fondly. He has been keeping things on the down-low when it came to Evan as they were still in the early stages of dating, much to the dismay of his nosy coworkers.Â
âHow long ago was this?â He asks, ignoring the bombarding of questions coming from Lucy. He sits down and pulls the paper bag towards him, immediately feeling the delicious scent of a freshly baked pastry hitting his nostrils and summoning his hunger for something sweet.Â
âMust have been about half-an hour ago,â Holler responds. âThere is something familiar about him. What station did you say he was from again?âÂ
âI didn't,â Tommy deadpans. He grins in amusement. âThat was a smooth attempt though. A for effort.âÂ
âUgh! Why won't you tell us anything? You suck,â Lucy complains and turns to look at Holler accusingly. âTell me you got a picture! Or a name at least.âÂ
Holler shakes his head. âNah! But he left a note! It's right there. Very cheesy, butââÂ
âYou read my note? Damnit, Holler, you nosy dog.â Tommy shakes his head and reaches for the note. He recognizes Evan's hand writing as he reads:Â
A hard-working man such as yourself deserves a sweet treat. Think of me when you bite into it. I bought it with extra care. ⥠- Your E.Â
P.S I made sure they got the coffee order right this time.Â
P.S Again. If you notice there is a hoodie missing from your locker, it's all in your imagination.Â
The last part had been added and scribbled with an extra pen, it seemed. Regardless, the note made Tommy heat up a little but he puts his mask on by clearing his throat and folds the note before he tucks it into his pocket.Â
âHollerâ, he says, eyes scanning the table. âWhere is the coffee?âÂ
His team mate swallows. âUh, coffee? I see no coffee. There was no coffee.âÂ
âReally, Holler?â
âIt was getting cold! It would be such a waste of coffee. But it was really good.âÂ
Tommy sighs and shakes his head. âWell then. I'll give Evan your heartfelt thanks for the coffee for you,â he says and fishes out his phone from his pocket.Â
âEvan! Ha! We got a name!âÂ
âI've never hidden his name, Lucy.â
âI am serious about him looking familiar though,â Holler says. âI know I've seen him somewhere before. I can't recall where or when, but he's got a very distinct birthmark on his eyebrow so I know I've seen him somewhere.â Â
Tommy wasn't surprised by that. Evan was known to be a danger magnet and to be the talk of LAFD stations.Â
âThat sounds like Buckleyâ, Lucy says casually. âBut he is as straight as they come, there's no wayââÂ
âBuckley! The guy who got crushed under the fire engine! That was him! Oh thank God, now I don't have to stay up thinking about where I've seen him!â Holler exclaims.Â
âWai- Buck? You are dating Buck?â Lucy turns to Tommy who is silently munching on his pastry by now while the other two are speculating. Of course he finds this amusing, and he really doesn't have a reason to hide who he is dating by now. Evan has already told him that he is fine with people outside the 118 knowing about him. That and the fact that he had left a sweet little note for all of 217 to see directed to him made Tommy all the more confident about that.
âBuckley?! Really, Kinard? You are da- wow. Okay.âÂ
Tommy shrugs and holds back a smile. âHe told me you used to work at their station.âÂ
âSo he's not straight.â
âI'm pretty sure he isn't,â Tommy muses.Â
âWell, good for you, Kinard! What an upgrade for him! I approve.â
"Thanks?âÂ
âTell him hi from me, will you?âÂ
âOf Course.â
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HIIII đ
I'm leaving a lil idea in here: how about one or both of them being covered in soot (like tommy was) and them having a lil intimate moment helping the other or eachother clean up?
HI HI HI THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST <333
this one got soooo away from me lol it was supposed to be like 200ish words but omg yeah it got a lil deep
wc: 1.2k
no warnings but tommy's pretty sad in this (and buck's there for him <3)
also on ao3!
sense of belonging
Tommy canât help it, he has to see Buck. He feels lost, as if nothing is ever going to be okay again, and he needs someone he knows he can count on. Someone he can trust. Which is how he finds himself outside the 118, grimacing at his old firehouse. He canât deny that he misses it, but he also canât deny that he never did belong there.
Eddie spots him from inside and makes his way over with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. âHey, man! What are you doing here?â
Tommy tries to smile but it falls short. âJust finished work. Needed to see if⊠if heâs okay.â
Thereâs a shift, then, and Eddie just knows. Knows that something must have happened. Something must have set him off. âYeah. Yeah, man, he said something about getting a shower just a few minutes ago. Got a bit dirty on the last call, which⊠seems like you did too.â
Tommy shrugs. He knows he looks like hell. Dirt sticks to his eyebrows and dried blood lines the straight-edge of his jawline and god knows what else is there. He couldnât look at himself in the mirror long enough to clear it off. Not after the shift he had. Not after the civilian he lost.Â
Moving swiftly to the shower room, giving forced smiles to anyone who looks his way, he finds Buck stepping out the shower with a towel around his waist. If it were any other day, Tommy wouldnât be able to look away from the water clinging to his toned muscles and the short hairs trailing below the towel. But now, in this moment, he canât look away from his face, from the way his eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are slightly parted and his birthmark seems pinker than usual, almost crimson. And then he gets to watch how his face completely changes when he spots him. How he brightens immediately. As if just seeing him makes him the happiest man alive.Â
It hits him square in the chest. Heâs not sure how someone like Buck can look at someone like him and have that type of reaction. Heâs not used to it. Sometimes he still wonders if this is the universe playing some sort of sick and twisted game with him and that one day heâll wake up to find this all gone. Ripped away. Just like everything and everyone else heâs ever known.
But seeing that Buck is okayâseeing him there and happy and aliveâbrings up all these emotions Tommy canât quite figure out right now. Thereâs relief, thatâs for sure, and thereâs happiness, but thereâs also a stronger feeling than the usual flutter in his stomach and the tightness in his chest and that should scare him but it doesnât. Buck opens his mouth to talk but all he gets out is a hmmph as Tommy takes two large steps toward him and they collide in a tight embrace. He doesnât care that Buck is soaking wet from the shower and drenching his clothes, he just needs to feel close.
Buck seems to understand though because he says nothing. Instead, he pulls Tommy in closer and gently scratches at the short hairs at the base of his neck. It calms him down enough to pull back and look at Buck properly, taking him in and memorising that look on his face. Just in case.
âHey,â he whispers, voice hoarse.Â
Buckâs eyes soften. âHey, yourself. Bad shift?â
âYou have no idea.â
Buck cups his face and runs the pad of his thumb over his cheek. Tommy doesnât remember a time heâs ever been touched so gently before. âI think I have some idea,â he says, sliding his hand down Tommyâs jaw and furrowing his eyebrows at the blood. âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â
âYou should get dressed first,â Tommy mutters. Heâs suddenly struck with the feeling that heâs being a burden. That heâs invading Buckâs space. His time. âIncase you need to run out.â
Buck seems like heâs about to protest when he realises that Tommyâs right. âIâll be back in a second, I swear,â he sighs before ducking out of the room and leaving Tommy alone. Itâs not until this moment he realises just how tired he really is. All he wants to do is go home and crawl into bed but he feels stuck. Like he canât move. Risking a glance at the mirror, heâs grateful to find that he canât see himself through the steam. Heâs not quite ready to face himself yet.
But before he can dwell on it, or think about how it felt to watch someone die right in front of him (not for the first time, but certainly not for the last time either, and that makes his stomach twist uncomfortably), Buck is running back into the room and taking Tommyâs face in his hands. He tilts his head to one side and then the other before tutting and reaching out to turn on the tap, keeping one hand on Tommy at all times. Once heâs satisfied with the temperature of the water, he runs a cloth underneath it and rings it out before slowly reaching up to dab it over Tommyâs jawline.Â
âIs this your blood?â
Tommy shrugs. âIâm not sure. I donât think so.â
Buck pauses for a moment before moving to wipe at the dirt coating his eyebrow. âDo you wanna talk about what happened?â
Tommy shakes his head.
âOkay,â Buck says after a while, scrubbing away the last of the dirt. His touch is so gentle and so caring that Tommy fears he might cry. âDo you want to come eat with us? Bobbyâs making his famous lasagne.â He pulls away the cloth and drops it in the sink, running some water over it for a moment before switching off the tap and putting all his attention back on Tommy. Both of his hands drop to Tommyâs shoulders and he smooths his palms across the broad expanse, offering a sweet smile. âYouâll love it.â
âI donât know,â Tommy sighs, shaking his head. âI donât want to intrude.â
âYou wouldnât be, I promise. Bobby will love to have you; we all will.â
And thatâs how Tommy finds himself sitting where he used to sit all those years ago, only this time he knows that he doesnât have to hide who he is. So when Chimney brings up something Tommy did once on a call so long ago it feels like a past life, something shifts inside of him, and when Bobby claps him over the shoulder with a proud smile, that something becomes a little lighter. Hen smiles at him and Eddie bumps his arm against his and Ravi listens intently as he retells the story from his point of view. And when Buck laughs at a joke he makes, his head tilting back to let out the loveliest sound Tommyâs ever heard, and then he looks at him to see if heâs laughing too, Tommy canât help the genuine smile that graces his face. And he realises he feels like he finally belongs. And that maybe, just maybe, things will be okay after all.
#YAY I FINALLY WROTE FOR THEM#im lowkey kinda proud of this#i feel like tommy is so confident on the surface and in general but he just doesn't feel like he belongs anywhere#this is as new for him than it is for buck#bucktommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard#kinkley#tevan
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Green Eyes Pt 2
a/n: Thank you so much for the love on the first part! I am so shocked by the love its gotten so far! I have many more parts to come! Enjoy! (Also bear with me it get juicier each part I promise) (Also I know that Iâm late but better late then never đ).
But I don't love you anymore, i'm so insecure, never knew that love did this...
Pairing: Shuri x Black!fem!reader
Word Count: 1k+
Summary : Five years. Itâs been five years since the blip. And even longer since youâve been in a relationship. Maybe itâs for the best. The last time you were in a relationship, it just ended in disarray. But, when your ex comes back into your life, can you start over and do it again? Or try to move on with an unexpected love?
Part one is pinned on my page!
You felt a certain sense of nervousness around Shuri now. Even though you were secure in yourself now, it just felt different. She was different.Â
âHelloâŠy/n?â Shuri said
You snapped out of the train of thought you were in.
âHuh?â
âI said do you like my car uthando?âÂ
You had no idea what that meant but you were turned on by it. You loved it when she spoke her native language.Â
âItâs aightâ
She chuckled âJust alright? Even though you were just gawking at it a minute ago?â
You shrugged.Â
Kaira felt all the of tension between the two of you. Â
âWell, sorry about that Your Majesty, itâs just stunning,â Kaira said breaking the silence
âNo worries, and please call me Shuri,â Shuri said to Kaira
âOk!â You could tell that she was trying to flirt with her eyes.
All you wanted to do at the moment was leave.
âWell, itâs late, see you around.â You said
 Kair tried to wave goodbye, but you grabbed Kaira before she could do anything.
âSee you aroundâŠâ Shuri said.
She didnât recognize you. Inside and out. She only recognizes you by the birthmark on your lower back that you rarely showed. Damn, after all of this time, she still remembers every little detail. She didnât know what happened to you, but she was going to find out.  Â
ây/n, she is fine as fuck! Can you introduce me?â
You just rolled your eyes. âNo, letâs goâ
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A few days later
It is your first day at Stark Industries and you already have two meetings, and four deadlines to meet. I guess they have been struggling since the infinity war.Â
âYou have a meeting in five minutes,â says your assistant. You promised yourself that the assistant that you had at your old job would come here. He is the best there is, itâs just a guy plus he's black.Â
âThank you, Anthony.âÂ
You look at yourself in the mirror one last time and then go to the meeting room. You're fortunately early so you give yourself a little pep talk.Â
âYou got this, this job will help you, not hurt you. You will become CEO soon, and won't have to deal with this bullshit.â
âYou have a long way to go, my love.â
Shit. Itâs Shuri.Â
âStop calling me that, we're in a public place.â
âOh, so you donât mind in public?â She said smugly.
You hated her newfound cockyness. It was getting annoying.
âNo, not anywhere. Shuri, letâs make something clear. We are not together, stop calling me these pet names.â
â...No.â
âExcuse me?â
âNo uthando, noâ -love
You knew she called You forgot how petty she was. You were having a staring contest with her and you were losing. She was just too fine.
âHey ladies, I can see yâall are gay as fuck but please, letâs not be in the office.â
âPeter shut the hell up.â You say.
âHow long has this been going on? Shuri only calls her girlfriends âloveââ
âNothing is going on I can assure you thatâ
Shuri is looking at you so smugly. âI mean..â
 You looked at her âWhat the hell you mean âI meanâ?âÂ
â...We could've been at least engaged by now if it wasnât for you ripping my heart out to shreds.â
âExcuse me?! It was your MOTHER who broke us apart. She told me never to contact you and to break up with you. That-â
âDonât. Donât you start y/nâ
âOR WHAT? SHE RUINED MY LIFE. OUR RELATIONSHIP, MADEÂ MY LIFE A LIVING HELL UNTIL I LEFT. FACE IT SHURI YOUR MOTHER IS A HOMOPHOBIC BITCH. SHE HATED ME AND MANIPULATED YOU AT EVERY TURNâ you screamed.Â
âY/N WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTHâ
Peter was just watching in awe and confusion.Â
You and Shuri are now close. Your face is so close, your noses are touching.
Shuri was mad at you, but she knew that she was right. Her mother told her before she died about what she did. Then something clicked in Peterâs mind.
â...waitâŠy/n you donât know?â
âI donât know what Peter?â You said irritated.
âThat Queen Rom-â
âSHUT UP PETERâ
âWhat? She what?â
âNothingâ Shuri gritted through her teeth.
A massive silence fell until other people started coming in. You just sat down and looked away mad. Shuri just stormed out of the room. You just sat there in anger and confusion. What was Shuri hiding from you? What happened to her mom?
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After the meeting, you just felt drained, especially after that fight you had with Shuri. You just got into your apartment when your phone buzzed. What now? you thought. You kicked off your heels and put your coat on the rack. You looked at your phone to see that an unknown number texted you. Be downstairs in five, itâs important. You had a feeling it was Shuri. You were just drained and wanted to deal with it later. You set up your Iâm drained the fuck out set up on the couch and was about to put on Living Single when your doorbell rang. You sighed and went to open the door. When you opened it, it was Shuri. âI told you to be ready in five. Itâs been thirty minutes.âÂ
âThat should have been the green light to go. home. I donât wanna deal with anything right now so please leave me alone.â
âNo, we need to talk. NOWâ
Her aggression took you aback.Â
âI said no Shuriâ Shuri just sighed.
âLove, please, this is importantâ You gave her a look.Â
â...Itâs about the project,â She said
You sighed and just looked at her.Â
âFine, just let me try to look decentâ
âNot you getting dolled up for meâ
You just rolled you eyes and went into your bathroom to clean yourself up from the day. _____________________________________
Shuri felt bad for going off on you. I mean, you didnât know that her mother was murdered. But, You still crossed a line and you needed to know that. Now that Shuri is going to be your boss, she canât have you mad. It'll ruin your performance, plus, she wants to say pet names to you and not have to worry about another screeching match. You came out of your bedroom and holy shit. Every time she saw you, you fell in love with your curves, hips, and even how your ass jiggled when you walked. She missed that. She missed your hug and your smile. She just missed you.Â
âIâm ready,â you saidÂ
She could tell you were tired, but she couldnât let you go to sleep mad at her.
âWe wonât be out long, I promiseâÂ
âYeah, yeah. Can we just go?â
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Yâall just came from the car and saw the restaurant. It was beautiful. The neon signs were your favorite.Â
âWow, Shuri, this place is amazing.â
âI know, when I saw it I thought of you. Also, is gumbo still your favorite?â
OmgâŠyou havenât had gumbo in so long. Since you've been on that keto diet, you have forgotten what gumbo tastes like.
âThey have gumbo here?â Your face lights up.
She whispered into your ear, âYes, uthandoâ
You eventually get seated and then order a big pack of those dinner rolls. All of the hard work you put in is now gone once you eat the first roll. Your eyes start rolling back and Shuri canât help but laugh.Â
âWhat have you been eating? Grass?âÂ
You canât even hear her. All you can think about is having another roll.Â
âOh my, love slow downâ
âThese are so fucking good, oh my god!â
Shuri was having a field day, taking pictures, and laughing her ass off, she didnât notice you had about 5-6 rolls.Â
âWell shit y/nâ
You looked at the plate so embarrassed. It just hit how much of that you're gonna have to cut back to even make on how many pounds you ate.Â
ây/n itâs ok, you just got hungry. Thatâs allâÂ
âNo, I lost controlâ
âLook, I know that you have problems with your eating, but please just enjoy it. Please? For me, love?âÂ
You just sighed âOk, I willâ
Shuri smiled âGood, now I already ordered aheadâ
You looked at her confused âhuhâ
âWhat did you orderâŠâ
âYouâll just have to see love,â she said as she winked at you
Now you were intrigued. Shuri was not the person you once knew and it was scary. The âbaby lesbian who doesnât know shitâ is gone. You didnât know how to feel. A part of you loved it, and a part of you was sad that those simpler times were over.Â
âOoo, your song is on!â she said, swaying to the music in her chair.
Oh shit. It was Rain by SWV. You laughed. You forgot that she loved this song as much as you do.
She stood up and offered her hand.
âWould you like to dance?â
You were a little hesitant but then obliged.
She pulled you into her and started dancing. With her soothing hands on your waist and her warm scent, you let loose. And started doing something that you thought would never happen again: dance.Â
âLook at youuu, dancinâ, and shitâ
You rolled your eyes and started singing some of the lyrics.Â
âRaiiiinnn downnnn on meee, let your lovee just fall on meeeeeâ
At this point, both of you guys were singing and dancing. Everyone was looking at you. There was a karaoke place, but y'all didnât use it.Â
The song was at a close end.Â
âSometimes it's soft as a mistyy raiiinnnnnnâ both you and Shuri sing.
You both busted out laughing, walking to go back to your seats. Sitting down, you couldnât contain the new excitement you just found. When you looked down at the table you saw gumbo, jambalaya, curry chicken, coco bread, and much more.Â
âHoly shit,â You said.
âShuriâŠhow tf am I gonna eat all of this food?â
âYou won't, I invited some extra people last minute. I underestimated the quantity of the food so I called some people. They should be here any minute now.âÂ
âOhâ
You were a little disappointed that it wasnât going to be just you and her. Wait no you didnât, you just got your life together. You canât ruin that.
Shuri peeped at the disappointment on your face.
âI thought you didnât want to be with me aloneâ
So did IÂ you thought.Â
âI-Iâm not disappointedâÂ
âNdicela ungandixokisi sthandwaâ- do not lie to me, my love
Her kimoyo beads translated for you.Â
âI am not lying, I promiseâ
She chuckled at your failed attempt at trying to act tough. It was trash, but funny. Instead of grilling you about it, she just changed the subject.
âSo, I need to talk to you about a few thingsâ
âI figured thatâ
Shuri put down her drink. âWhat you said about my mother was unacceptable. You will respect her. Understand?â
Your lower regions were getting wetter by second. You didnât know where all of this dominance came from but your vagina was wetter than NIagra Falls.Â
âYes. I realize that now, even though I am right, I could've said it better. I donât even like to say that word, I was just angryâ
âI understand. And I apologize for âpoking the bearâ as you Americans say. I shouldnât have done thatâ
You put down your drink trying not to smile. You loved this new her. She grew so much over the years.Â
âAlso,I thought you would know more about Xhosa by nowâ Shuri said, changing the subject again.Â
âI stopped learning after I got my first promotion, I just didnât have any timeâ
âShame, because youâll need to learn itâ
You looked at her blankly.
â..why?â
She puts down her drink.Â
âBecause your first task is to help me in Wakandaâ
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MAKE UP FOR IT aka The Unusual Coffee Date
Sometimes, a wrong does make a right.
Pairing Evan 'Buck' Buckley x gn!reader
Theme fluffy flirting with a bit of an attempt to channel Seasons 1-2 Buck energy
Word Count 538
Note thank you so much for this request, my love @hangmanbrainrot đ„č slowly finding my way back into writing so this might be a little rough but I hope you enjoy it!
ââScuse me, LAPD coming through!â
In a way, it was sort of your fault for not hearing the warning in time. But then again, no one carrying an axe should be calling you out just as theyâre about to walk into you and make coffee slosh and spill over your hands and clothes.
It was hard not to join everyone staring at the firemen who were trying to rescue the owner trapped on the roof. But you were already running late, and had it not been for the one who just chopped open the door, you would have made it through the day withoutâalbeit, exaggeratedâa near-death experience.
As soon as you slipped out the door, you stole a few glances back at himâthe tattoos on his forearm and his clean-cut dirty blond hairâŠyeah. It was really hard not to stare.
You suppose there were worse ways to go.
Twenty-four hours later, you were back at the coffee shop just as routine dictated. As the barista lined up your usual order, you reached for your wallet when a beep sounded from the cash register in front of you.
âHereâs your receipt and your change, Sir. Have a great day!â
You looked up just in time to see someone stuff their wallet in their pocket.
Someone with familiar thin bands tattooed just below his elbow.
Gone was the dark blue uniform, but the shirt he had on now fit him just as nicely. His hair was fixed the same way, though. And seeing him up close showed a unique birthmark sitting on top.
âI figured I owe you from yesterday,â he mused referring to your coffee run-in. âIâm Buck, by the way.â
You couldnât help but smile at his charm as you shook his hand and gave your name. âHowâd you know Iâd be here anyway?â
âI didnât,â he shrugged, âbut I was hoping you would.â
The two of you stepped out. As you walked slowly towards the direction of your office, he matched step with yours.
âSo, Buck. Youâve done something nice for me, so now I feel like I owe you something,â you pointed amusedly.
He shook his head. âI spilled your coffee and I bought you a new one. No repaying necessary,â he smiled.
âSure,â you said playfully, âbecause you stalked my coffee shop and walked me to my office just because.â
He tried to play it off, realizing he was just found out. âHey, if you really wanna call it even, then maybe you can go out with me tonight. If youâre free, that is.â
Stopping at the corner of the block, you looked up at him. That hopeful look in his eyes almost had you feeling guilty about wanting to draw out your teasing.
âPick me up at 5,â you said just before you crossed the street. âYou know where to find me!â
Looking back, you definitely didnât miss the growing smile on his face, and the way he tried to hide his little fist pump at your response.
You suppose it was a great way to repay the favor.
Disclaimer I do not own 9-1-1 or any of its characters. Please do not copy my work or translate without my permission.
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"This is stupid."
Abigail was slowly being buried by groceries in the cart as Draxum shops. Her legs had, yet again, given out, and instead of just letting her have the dignity of sitting down somewhere until they woke back up, Draxum had picked her up simba-style, and plopped her in the cart as though she were a six-year-old.
It was humiliating.
But dang, was it fun.
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The two rode through the grocery store, searching for any last-minute items they needed.
"Do you want any snacks?" Draxum asked as he strode along the chips and candy aisle.
"I thought you didn't approve of sugary fattening human confections," Abigail prompted.
"Nor do I appreciate these triangular artificially flavoured ground-corn abominations," he grunted, grabbing a bag or Doritos from the shelf and sneering at it. "But I am willing to put my pride aside and allow you to choose one of these items as a 'fun-time treat'."
Abigail laughed out loud when she heard him say it.
"Where did you hear that??"
"Michelangelo said that they were having a sleepover and you have been invited. He instructed me to help you find your 'fun-time treat'. His words, not mine. I don't even know what that entails."
Abigail rolled her eyes and looked along the shelves, trying to find something she'd enjoy. There was chocolate -- definitely not, her cat genes would cause her to puke and have a toxic reaction to it. Pass. She saw a bag of marshmallows. Hm, that looked interesting! She pointed.
"That, please."
"The whole bag?!" Draxum gawked. "That's enough to feed an army of mutants!"
"I can share it with the guys," she refuted. "Please??"
Draxum sighed and handed her the bag of sugary goodness.
"Fine. But don't come crying to me when -- Oof!"
The cart slammed into another grocery vehicle, the child in the trolley yelping softly as they collided, and the adult pushing it grunted in unison to the force.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Draxum warned angrily.
"My apologies," the other adult said, raising his head after checking on the contents of his cart. "I was preoccupied..."
Draxum and Abigail's mouths dropped softly as they saw the adult of the opposing cart. His long and wooly unkempt hair, bound and braided. His long robes in a traditional Japanese style. His bony hands and magenta skin, his orange and red eyes, his cloven hooves. It was Draxum.... Another Draxum? A different one. Abigail was used to seeing them, what with all her interdimensional interactions earlier that year. She just didn't expect to see one here --
"I was preoccupied with my son," he explained, snapping the two out of their stupor.
Abby looked into the cart in front of her and saw a cheery little turtle pop up, laughing and giggling. He had light green skin, tons of freckles spotting his cheeks and beak under enormous and wonder-filled eyes. There were birthmarks on his arms and legs that almost looked like hearts...
"Are you okay, Velli?" the alternate Draxum asked, leaning over the cart to inspect the child.
"I'm good!" he giggled, crawling over to look at Abby in her cart. "How 'bout you?"
"...Fine," she whispered, wondering what universe these guys came from.
"Oh, good!" 'Velli' cheered. "That was kinda fun! Do you wanna be friends --"
"I'm afraid we don't have the time, son," alt. Drax said, pulling his cart back and redirecting it to go around. "We have to get back home soon. Huginn and Muninn will be worried."
"Awwww, okay," he mewed sadly. But he quickly raced to the back of the cart and leaned out to wave goodbye. "Buh-bye, new friend!! See ya!"
Abigail and Draxum exchanged a glance between them before shrugging it off and continuing their shopping.
What a weird interaction... Maybe they'd see each other again some day!
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Lovers that chose to burn
I think we were connected in our past life, Somehow, because I saw a painting, called "The Lovers that chose to burn" Where subjects looked a splitting image, Of you and me.
they might not be on good terms though, cause they were holding swords at each other, Right on the throat, both were wearing the crown, but their bodies seem to carry the weight of it, it was reflected in their eyes. they were burning bright, holding Anguish and grief, Like their duties were holding them in a tight grip.
their surroundings were bathing in bright red and orange wild flower swallowing everything in rage, they both were ready to spend eternity there, just not their final breath, but the place had not a way out, so i guess they didn't had a say.
their face, my attention seem to go back there, again and again, the splitting image of you and me, if i wasn't like i am, i would have believed, the stories of reincarnation of past lovers you love so much, my darling, but i am not, so i shrugged, and started to walk away as i got your call, but at the very last moment, i saw the birthmark, i kiss every night, on your thigh, in the painting, so i searched for mine, and he had right there, so for a moment, I wondered, maybe we were,
"The Lovers that chose to burn." and this is universe apologizing by making us falling in love again.
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