#please i just wanna take care of him and have him take care of me

[tinyd3ath]

🎀🩰 Bulking Weight 🎀🩰

“Come on mama, fuck! Just be a good girl and take it so I can give you all my cum. That’s what you want right.”

Or

Bakugou gets a little insecure about the extra weight he gained while bulking, and you fuck the insecurity out of him.

Originally posted on A03

🎀🩰

“This was so much fun.” You practically bouncing with joy. It’s been forever since y’all have been on patrol together.

“Whatever dumbass, don’t slow me down.” You throw a glare his way.

“Don’t forget I’m still your wife, your ass will be on the couch if you keep talking to me like that.”

He scuffs in response knowing not to test you, but still wanting to have the last “word”. You giggle at him. You find it cute how unbothered he tries to seem.

Today seemed to be a pretty calm day for patrol. So far you’ve only broken up two fights, saved a cat, and taken pictures with a few fans.

You guys got a call that you can end the day early since it’s been pretty slow all over the city. You two are walking back to the agency now. Bakugou can feel the excitement rolling off you. He can’t help, but crack a little smirk. Seeing his pretty wife practically glow with excitement lights something inside him. He thought he’d be over all the puppy love by now, but watching you walk down the street smiling while the sun hits your skin making your cheeks look like those caramel/chocolate commercials makes him just wanna sink his teeth in you. In a good way of course.

“What are you so excited about anyways?”

“I was planning on watching the new game of thrones series when we got back, and now I get to watch it earlier than planned” You squeal.

Gosh you’re such a nerd. He never understood why you like those British shows. They all look like their bodies, and breath smell like ass. Yeah, the fight scenes are cool, but other than that what do you watch it for?

He was too busy thinking about how weird your taste in television was to notice a group of teenagers boys walking down the sidewalk towards y’all. He’s shaken out of his thoughts by the force of the tallest in the group shoulder checking him.

“Watch old man.” The tall box dyed blonde says to Bakugou. The kid’s friends all snicker. Bakugou stops , and turns to the group.

“Didn’t your parents teach you to respect your superiors? Especially the ones out here keeping your ass safe.”

The blonde teen just rolled his eyes.

“You should be less worried about my parents, and more worried about your beer belly. Fat ass.” Before he can stop, and think about it Bakugou goes to grab the kid by the collar. But you are quicker, and grab his arm before he can do so.

“Come on I wanna go home.” You plead with your eyes for him to let it go. He really wants to teach these fuckers a lesson, but his need to please you outweighs his need to rub some random brat’s face in the dirt. He grunts in agreement, and lets you drag him away. He can hear the boys laughing as y’all walk away. But all he cares about is getting his pretty wife on the couch surrounded by your favorite snacks.

You use your quirk to knock the kid on his ass before you guys get too far. Teenagers fucking suck.

—

While sitting on the couch with you later he couldn’t help replay what that brat said earlier. He noticed he’d gained a little fat, but it’s because he’s bulking. Was it really that noticeable? Why haven’t you said anything? He started to feel as if he led you on.

When you first meet back in school he wasn’t all jacked, but he was far from fat. The body you feel in love with. The one you loved so much your panties would get wet just from looking at isn’t the same anymore.

Did you still even find him attractive?

Bakugou can’t bring himself to ask you about it. He says that he’ll just watch you carefully to see any signs of discomfort . The problem was you look so unfazed. He can’t tell if it’s because you haven’t noticed, don’t care, or if you’re trying to look unbothered to not hurt his feelings.

His feelings weren’t hurt, maybe his ego was a little bruised. But the fact you’re the type to go around problems that aren’t problems to protect other’s feelings only adds to the uncertainty.

What Bakugou didn’t notice was that you picked up on his discomfort. You noticed the long looks in the mirror after every shower. The not wanting to cuddle every night like he usually does. Most of all the lack of intimacy.

You guys haven’t had sex in almost a week. Every time y’all start to get hot, and heavy he just eats you out the rolls over and says goodnight.

Head is great. But fuck, you wanna feel the weight of your husband on top of you as he makes love to you.

You decid you’ve had enough. Whatever is worrying him so much you’re going find out and fix. At dinner you decide to finally speak about it.

“Katsuki.” Almost immediately Bakugou looks up at you.

“Yes?” Worry lines your face. Bakugou starts to panic thinking something happened to make you upset. Just as he was about to ask if you were okay you cut him off.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting different. You haven’t been as affectionate or intimate. Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

Now he really starts to panic. How could you, his beautiful perfect wife ever think you were the problem? How could he not be attracted to you? You were hand crafted by God himself. You are the only woman he could ever love. Never once had he ever questioned your beauty. Even in school when he thought you were annoying, he still found you breathtaking.

“Are you crazy there’s no way I couldn’t be attracted to you.”

“Then what’s the problem?” He pauses, and shaky breath in. Should he lie, or let you know that some punk made him a little insecure?

No, he can’t lie to you. For this whole ‘death do us part’ thing to work he’s gonna have to be honest with you. Even if it makes him uncomfortable.

“…I’m afraid that you don’t find me attractive now that I’ve put on some pounds.” He’s too embarrassed to even look up from his plate. There’s silence for a minute. He starts to worry that he’s actually right. But when he looks up to see your face it’s filled with nothing, but love. You get up from your seat, and walk over to him. You reach out to stroke his cheek.

“There’s nothing that would make me stop loving, or finding you unattractive. And I have noticed the extra pounds, but honestly it’s kinda doing it for me.” You giggle at his stunned face. You pull him in for a kiss. It starts off tinder. Full of the love you two share. But with new found confidence Bakugou starts to get impatient. He missed this. Your body against his. The kiss becomes more intense as he pulls you closer to him.

He lifts you by the back of your knees, and carries you to your shared bedroom. You let out a squeal as you’re dropped on the bed. Bakugou chuckles at you, but you aren’t given enough time to say anything about before he reconnects your lips. He starts moving his kisses lower, and nips at your jaw.

Between nibbles, and kisses Baukgou breathes out “God I’ve missed this”.

You let out a startled moan when he goes lower, and sucks your nipple through your thin shirt. You feel his lips curve into a smirk at your reaction.

You start to get impatient from all the nipping,and kissing. You’ve been deprived of him for too long. You whine as you tug on his shirt letting him know you want it off. Bakugou can’t help,

but coo at you, and give a kiss to your pouty lips.

“I know pretty girl, I know. Just let me taste you first baby.” He peels your clothes off before laying between your legs. His mouth waters every time he see your beautiful cunt. He watches as more slick leaks from you. He uses his thumb to spread it across your lips, before giving your clit the tiniest rub. It’s a ghost of a touch, and it drives you crazy. You start whining down at your husband begging with your pretty eyes for more, and who is he to tell you no? He replaces his hand with his mouth.

He loves the smell, and taste of you. He never thought there’d be a day he would be obsessed with a vagina, but after y’all’s first time he’s been hooked. He licks you like it give him just as much pleasure. The room is filled with your moans, and the sloppy sound of your dripping hole and his mouth . You grab at his hair, and start rolling your hips up into his face. Bakugou’s eyes rolling back at the feeling of you rubbing your juices all over his lower face and nose.

Bakugou sucks your clit between his lips while flicking the tip of his tongue against it. The clinching in your stomach gets tighter, and you know you’re close. But when he slightly nibbles on your clit you know it’s over. You cry out as you ride your orgasm out on his face. After you calm down Bakugou sits up on his knees to see your fucked out expression, and heaving chest.

As good as him eating you out was, it wasn’t what you wanted. You tug at his pants with pleading eyes, expressing what you really want.

“What pretty girl you can’t use your words?” He says in that mockingly sweet voice. He likes seeing his pretty wife like this. All desperate, and sparkling eyed. It’s impossible not to get hard while watching you squirm, and beg for his cock. It’s when you pout up to him all big eyed, and desperate that he gives you what you want. No matter how hard he tries he can’t say no to you. His beautiful sweet wife. If he could he’d give you the universe. He pulls his shirt off, and tosses it across the room. He then removes his belt, and pants leaving him in just his underwear. He starts to feel a little uneasy showing all this extra skin to you, but seeing the hungry look on your face burns it all away.

You feel yourself getting wetter as you stare at your husband’s changed body. You felt the extra weight, but seeing it makes you so much more hornier than you expected. All his bulging muscles. Instead of being lean like before he’s fuller. His stomach has become slightly rounder, and his shoulders, chest, and biceps meatier.

“Fuck I need you.” A evil smirk breaks out across Bakugou’s face.

“Come get it baby.” You tug his underwear down causing his cock to flop out. The swollen pink tip leaks with precum. You give him a few strokes before leaning down, and giving the tip a sweet kiss. You suck the tip into your mouth while wiggling your hips in the air knowing how much he loves seeing your ass move. Bakugou groans at the display. But you only get two head bobs in before he’s pulling you off, and pushing you on your back.

“That can wait for later. Weren’t you just begging me to fuck you. I gotta give my baby what she want.” He smugly says to you.

Bakugou pushes your knees apart and, taps his fat dick on your pussy. He enjoys watching the slight jiggle of your fat lips. He sit his dick between your lips, and lets his dick sit snug between the two. He thrust slowly. His tip catching your clit with every upward thrust. He loves watching the contrast of his dick sliding between your brown lips.

After an impatient “Katsuki” he lines his tip up with your hole, and slowly pushes into you. You both can’t stop the low whines from leaving your lips as he stretches your tight spongy walls around him. He looks to make sure he wasn’t hurting you, and almost blows his load right there.

Seeing your mouth agape, and face scrunched up in pressure causes his dick to twitch inside you.

He can’t stop himself from breathing out a “Fuck baby” at the sight of you laid out so pretty. He starts moving at a steady pace. He leaves kisses all over your face, and shoulders. He can’t stop himself from telling you how good you are between kisses. Something about your gummy walls makes his mind go foggy, and his tongue loose.

“You’re doing so good baby.”

“Taking all of me so well.”

“Come on pretty girl give it to me.”

“Can’t believe this pretty pussy is all mine.” The steady pace was amazing while you were getting use to his size again,but now you were getting impatient and wanting more.

Bakugou is caught off guard when you suddenly pulled him down by his neck, and cross your ankles around his waist. You can’t stand the no skin to skin. All you want is to feel the weight of your husband on top of you while he beats your walls in.

You look up at him with glossy eyes, and beg “please Katsuki, i need more”.

And who the hell was he to tell you no. He gives you one last peck before getting up on his elbows, and thrusting into you like it was his only purpose in life. Your squeals plus the sloppy sound your cunt starts making, makes his mind go hazy. All he can think about is getting you to cum on his cock then stuffing you full of his cum.

You reach between your bodies to give your clit the attention she’s throbbing for. The added sensation makes you squeeze even tighter around him. It’s too much for you both. Bakugou can’t even hold himself up anymore causing him to lay his full body on you,and starts humping into wet soft heat. He subconsciously starts sucking and licking on your neck like a fucking virgin that’s having their first kiss.

You can’t stop your sobs. It’s all too much, and not enough at the same time. You feel so full, yet you want to suck him in deeper. His tip rubbing against your cervix isn’t enough. You want him inside it, smearing his cum against each area of it.

“Katsuki, fuck!” you wail.

“Daddy please!”

“It’s okay baby you can take.” He coos at you.

“No I can’t, it’s too much!”

“Come on baby take it for me.” He pulls you into a sloppy kiss. When you pull apart he says

“Come on mama, fuck! Just be a good girl and take it so I can give you all my cum. That’s what you want right.”

You get out a little ‘mhm’ between sobs.

You feel your climax on the tip of your tongue. He can tell you need a little something more. Bakugou reaches his hand up, and rolls your nipple between his fingers before giving it a pinch.

Your climax hits you like a wave, and drags Bakugou down with you. He continues thrusting making sure he covers all your walls with his cum.

You two lay there holding each other after coming down from your highs. You run your nails through his hair while waiting for your heartbeats to go back to normal. After a few minutes you decide to break the silence.

“You know, nothing could make me stop loving you.” Bakugou feels an intense swell of emotion in his chest. He tries to hide his red cheeks, and teary eyes by burying his face between your breast.

“Fuck how’d I get so lucky?”

[amourquinn]

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 [18+]

quinn hughes x fem!reader wc. 1k

Quinn barely said a word when he walked through the door.

You had been waiting for him, curled up on the couch in one of his hoodies, watching the post-game highlights. You could tell before he even spoke that it had been a rough night. The Canucks had lost in overtime, and Quinn looked absolutely wrecked—his shoulders tense, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with frustration.

“Hey, handsome,” you said softly, pushing the blanket off your lap as you stood up.

Quinn sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Hey, angel.”

You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. His body was still warm from the game, his muscles tight with tension.

“I’m sorry about the loss,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his sternum.

Quinn exhaled, his arms coming around you. “Yeah. Me too.”

He didn’t say much more. He didn’t have to. You could feel the frustration rolling off him in waves. His team had fought hard, but it wasn’t enough. And for Quinn, the weight of the loss was always heavier. He never let himself off the hook, no matter how well he played.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. His expression was hard, his lips pressed into a thin line. He was still in his suit, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone, his tie hanging loose around his neck.

You reached up, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Wanna talk about it?”

Quinn shook his head. “Not really.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “Wanna sit down, at least?”

He let out a tired chuckle, his hand resting on your hip. “Yeah, that I can do.”

You guided him to the couch, pushing him down gently. Quinn sighed as he leaned back against the cushions, his legs spreading slightly as he rolled his neck, trying to shake off the tension.

You stood between his legs, your fingers toying with the hem of his tie. “You know,” you said slowly, your voice soft but playful, “I could help you relax.”

Quinn’s eyes flicked up to yours, and for the first time that night, you saw something besides frustration. His lips quirked slightly. “Yeah?”

You nodded, your hands moving to his tie, loosening it completely before slipping it from around his neck. “You always take care of me,” you murmured, leaning down, your lips brushing his jaw. “Let me take care of you this time.”

Quinn exhaled sharply, his hands settling on your waist. “Fuck, Y/N.”

You grinned, pressing one last kiss to his jaw before sinking to your knees in front of him.

His breath hitched.

You looked up at him, your hands moving to his belt. “Let me make you feel better, baby.”

Quinn’s eyes darkened, his fingers twitching against your waist. He nodded twice, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Yeah, angel. Go ahead.”

You smirked, undoing his belt with practiced ease, then popping open the button of his dress pants. He lifted his hips slightly, letting you pull them down just enough to free him.

He was already hard.

You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking him slowly, watching as his jaw tightened, his breath coming out in shallow puffs.

“Shit,” Quinn muttered, his head tilting back against the couch. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You giggled, then leaned forward, running your tongue along his length, teasing him.

Quinn groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. “No teasing, Y/N. Please.”

You smiled, then took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked.

Quinn cursed, his grip tightening. “Fuck, angel, just like that.”

You set a steady rhythm, your hand stroking the base of him while your mouth worked the rest. You looked up through your lashes, watching as his chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes heavy with lust.

“God, you’re so fucking good at this,” Quinn groaned, his hips jerking slightly.

You hummed around him, making him moan. His hand tightening in your hair as you took him deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat.

“Shit,” he rasped, his free hand gripping the couch. “I’m close.”

But before he could finish, he pulled you off.

You blinked up at him, your lips swollen, a strand of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock. “Quinn?”

He smirked, breathless, his eyes dark. “You didn’t really think I’d let you finish me off without fucking you first, did you?”

Your stomach flipped.

Before you could respond, he tugged you up onto his lap, his hands gripping your thighs as he positioned you over him.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered, his voice low, commanding.

Your breath hitched, but you obeyed, reaching under the oversized hoodie you were wearing—his hoodie—and slipping your panties down your legs.

Quinn groaned at the sight. “Fuck, Y/N.”

You straddled him fully, lining yourself up before slowly sinking down onto him, taking him inch by inch.

You both moaned at the feeling.

“Gosh,” Quinn muttered, his fingers digging into your hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

You whimpered, bracing your hands against his chest. “You’re so big, Q.”

Quinn groaned, his hands guiding you as you started to move.

You rolled your hips, slow and deliberate, watching as Quinn’s head tilted back, his lips parting in a silent moan.

“That’s it, sweetness,” he murmured, his grip tightening. “Ride me.”

You picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock, taking him deep.

Quinn was wrecked beneath you, his hands roaming under your hoodie, squeezing your waist, your ass, your thighs. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he groaned. “So perfect.”

You whimpered, the pleasure building, your body burning with heat. “Quinn—”

“I know, angel,” he panted, thrusting up to meet your movements. “Come for me.”

With one more roll of your hips, you shattered, your body tightening around him as you cried out his name.

Quinn followed moments later, his grip bruising as he spilled into you, a deep, broken moan leaving his lips.

You stayed like that for a moment, your bodies pressed together, your breathing heavy.

Finally, you collapsed against his chest, completely spent.

Quinn chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head. “You really do take care of me, angel.”

You grinned against his skin, snuggling closer. “Always.”

© amourquinn

[cuteandhughesy]

Luke Hughes x Curtis lazer sister with prompt 24

prompt no. 24: "let's just sneak off for a few minutes."

a/n: takes place during please please please

18+ under the cut

the backyard of the lazar home was packed. what feels like the entire new jersey devil’s roster all mingling—some lounging by the pool while others helped curtis at the grill. wives and girlfriends alike all littered throughout the property, laughing and chatting with one another while kids ran ramped—bare feet in the grass and in and out of the pool.

it was distracting, thankfully so. nobody was paying attention to you as you chew on your straw, little paper umbrella hitting you cheek as you alternate actually drinking your margarita and attempting to flatten the plastic between your teeth.

luke’s beside you, leaning against the fold away table holding all the burger and hot dog toppings casually. you watch from the corner of your eye as he raises his beer bottle—slowly—to his lips, taking a long sip. luke doesn’t even wait until he’s done to sneak a glance at you, which is dangerous.

but frankly you don’t care how dangerous it is to be stealing glances while you’re brother is merely 20 feet away—the drinks you’ve been downing all afternoon seem to have dimmed your ability to be sensible.

it’s just…luke showed up to your brothers place looking like a whole snack. thin linen button up only half buttoned, revealing just a fraction of his hard lean sternum, some khaki shorts and those half closed birkenstocks and to top it all off he smells like fucking sex.

like not literally sex, but he smells divine enough that sex is the only thing on your mind.

so maybe that’s why you turn to face his side, placing your margarita down on the table. luke doesn’t look directly at you, but he’s got that half lopsided smirk on his face that tells you he knows your up to no good.

“luke,” you start lowly—seductively—your hand slowly inching forward on the table to brush the pads of your fingers on the back of his hand. “I need your cock in my mouth.”

his face heats at your insinuation, as he lets out a choked cough, hips shifting subtly. “you do?”

you hum, bringing your bottom lip between you teeth mindlessly. “yeah.”

luke huffs roughly, eyes frantically darting through the backyard as if he’s looking for someone. which is most likely your brother. but curtis isn’t playing you either any mind—in fact, nobody is watching you. “what do you wanna do?” he asks without looking at you, taking another sip of his beer.

you grin, “let’s just sneak off for you a few minutes.” you say, pushing away from the table and rounding to his front. you’re probably standing too close for supposedly just friends, but you don’t care. not when you know he’s hardening beneath his shorts as you speak. you continue in a hushed, hurried tone, “i’ll be in room. meet me there in 5.”

and then you waltz off, smiling politely as you pass his teammates and their families like you didn’t just send luke’s mind into space. he watches you shamelessly—the way your legs shine under the sun, how your white summer dress sways in the breeze and how your hair cascades temptingly.

he’s pretty sure he doesn’t even wait 2 minutes—nevermind 5–before darting through the backyard, an extra pep in his step as he climbs the three steps onto the deck. luke shoots one more tentative look over his shoulder before slipping inside the home.

inside is quiet—private. he grins, making his way up the stairs to the spare room you’re living in. the entire climb up, it’s like his dick knows your near, each passing second he becomes harder and harder until it feels impossible.

as soon as he turns the door knob you’re reaching out, pulling him into your bedroom hastily. “jesus,” luke mumbles through a smile, attempting to grab onto you. but you’re not having that. using all your strength you push him back against the door, pushing up to your toes and planting a hard kiss on his mouth.

he grunts into your mouth, clammy hands darting to your hips to keep you steady. luke’s fingers dig into the material of your dress, wrinkling and bunching up the fabric.

the kiss is messy and hurried, making everything feel that much more sneaky and hot. it’s a battle of teeth and tongues. tiny moans and breathless gasps into one another’s mouths.

it doesn’t last nearly enough, luke thinks, before you’re pulling off him. you don’t give him time to question you though, because your give him a knowing grin before dropping to your knees on the carpet in front of him.

luke’s breathe hitches as you fiddle with his button, followed by his zipper. “shit,” he curses as you work his shorts over his thick thighs, face merely inches from his throbbing length, still covered by his black briefs.

you giggle, a breathy little sound that shoots straight down to his crotch. your eyes flicker up to his, wide and doe like. slowly, you press a kiss to his shaft through his underwear, eyes never leaving his. luke’s jaw falls as he watches you place another delicate kiss to his tip.

“you’re killing me,” he says after a beat.

you just grin, hands sliding up his thighs until you’re at his waistband. the pace at which you slide his briefs down is antagonizingly slow, lip between your teeth excitedly as luke’s cock springs free—hot and heavy, a dribble of pre-cum leaking from his tip.

“so pretty,” you mumble, wrapping a hand around the base of him. you begin firmly pumping the length of his cock, using a mixture of your spit and his pre-cum as lube. every time you pass over his head—blush pink and throbbing—you swipe your thumb along his slit to gather more of his seed.

luke lets out a shuddering breath, watching with a dazed expression as you work along his cock. your hand looks small in comparison to his rock hard member, which only makes him moan.

“can I suck your cock, lukey?” you ask dumbly, hand never slowing down as you blink up at him, patiently waiting for his response.

he huffs a laugh which only gets interrupted by a groan. “yeah baby,” he says, hand messily collecting your hair and pulling it away from your face.

you grin before leaning in, taking the head of his cock and just barley putting it past your plump lips. luke practically whines, which makes you giggle against him. luke’s fully prepared to beg for more, but you don’t give him the chance as you slide him into your mouth.

the first pass you take him all the way to the back of your throat, nose brushing against his pelvis as you choke pathetically, spit soaking his length. after a beat you slide back off, but not fully. your hand continues to firmly grip the base of his cock while you take the rest of him, bobbing your head rhythmically as you suck him.

“jesus christ…” he moans, watching you through his half lidded eyes.

you let your cheeks hallow, adding the extra stimulant that drives lukewarm crazy. like predicted, he hunts loudly, fingers tightening in your hair as he head falls back against the door—a dull thud echoing through the empty home.

you pull off to catch your breath, but you don’t stop fisting him. it’s messier than before, length coated in your spit as you jerk him, grinning as you bit your lip, humming happily way the sight of his messy cock.

“shit baby,” he sighs, eyes fluttering.

you flatten your tongue and lick the underside of his length, starting at his heavy balls and sliding back up to his tip. once you’re at his head you slide him back into your mouth and pick up right where you left off.

spit is dripping from the corners of your mouth, falling and sliding down your tits. you hum around his cock, feeling the way it twitches and throbs against your tongue.

he’s close.

“that feels so good baby,” luke tells you, chest heaving, “keep going. i’m close—fuck.”

he takes him deeper, tip entering the back of your throat again with every single bob of your head. you gag and choke pathetically, but you don’t stop. you wouldn’t dream of it. his cock feels heavier, hotter, and as your tongue pushes on the underside of his length, right against a thick vein.

with a strangled moan and a curse, luke cums in your mouth, ropes of sticky white seed shooting from his slit and sliding down your throat. you gently suck him until he’s spent, cock twitching and empty of cum.

when you pull off there’s strings of your saliva mixed with his release, connecting your lips and his half hard member. it has lukewarm moaning, grabbing your arm and hauling you off the ground.

“get on the bed, y/n.”

—

(unedited)

[dollbrbie]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ track two — what you need ft, sae itoshi

summary. sae doesn’t care if your boyfriend is the one you want, he knows he’s the one you need

sae doesn’t care that you have a boyfriend. he doesn’t care that he’s some high profile lawyer who can give you the life you definitely deserve. he doesn’t care that he’s probably some decent guy that you really care about. because, sae knows he can’t give you what you need. he can’t give you the excitement and chaos that you crave. he can’t give you the unpredictability sae will always carry with him.

and he certainly can’t fuck you the way sae can, the way you need, and the way that always has you gripping his sheets.

that’s why even after trying to cut him off for the millionth time, you still find yourself leaving your boyfriend’s sleeping figure on his own at 2am, sneaking out and unlocking your car door to drive twenty minutes to sae’s penthouse in a matching black lingerie set, just how he likes.

“shit- sae.”, you moan out as you grip onto sae’s grey bedsheets, your face stuffed in his pillow with your ass slapping against his hips, getting the perfect eye view of your recoil he’s so obsessed with.

“hm? what‘s that?”, he asks so condescendingly, a small smirk plastered on his face as he continues to bottom out inside you.

“s-slow down.”, you mewl out, reaching your arm behind while his powerful thrusts take the air from your lungs, dropping your head back into his pillow to muffle the sounds of your cries.

“aren’t you sweet? i thought you wanted this, didn’t you leave your boyfriend just to get fucked by me?”, he chuckles, grabbing the arm you just reached behind as he continues to pound into your abused pussy, the slapping sounds of your bodies colliding echoing against the walls.

“i do- i do want this. needed it sae.”, you cry out, the pleasure building up around your walls and throbbing against sae’s hardened cock.

“ah- shit.”, he winces out, feeling you clench around his cock, how own orgasm gradually building up, “needed it, yeah? you need me to fuck you good?”

you nod mindlessly at his words, giving him your affirmation through muffled, broken moans, “need you so bad, sae. please.”

“please, what? hm? you wanna cum?”, he asks, reaching for your clit and using two fingers to rub quick pasted circles to help build up your orgasm as he continues his rough pace, bottoming out inside of you, kissing your cervix.

“please?”, you beg as the tears build up around your eyes from the intense pleasure you felt creeping up, dying to be released.

“fuck.”, he groans out, feeling his cock pulsate as he grips onto your shoulder, pushing you down even further into his mattress, “cum for me, baby.”

as soon as you hear sae’s go ahead, you feel the intense release of your own pleasure, your thighs shaking and your toes curling, crying out in the euphoria that soared through your body.

you feel sae lean down against you, his warm chest connecting with your back as he places chaste kisses along your upper back and shoulders before leaning his forehead on you, catching his breath with a smile on his face.

your intimacy with sae was something incomparable with your boyfriend who would just get a towel for you to clean up his mess. it was so much more loving and gentle.

and in these moments you knew that you’d never escape sae itoshi no matter how much you tried. there was no one who will ever know you better than him, no one who will ever give you what sae could give you. he was exactly what you needed and there was no one who knew that more than sae himself.

and he wasn’t about to let your stupid boyfriend get in the way of that. so don’t be too surprised when your boyfriend finds an audio message of you and sae fucking on his phone that sae may or may not have sent him!

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[theyluvivi]

pretty little angel...m.s

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: FILTH. p in v (#wrapthat #dont do this!!) theres barely plot. riding. use of angel n baby. (heh.) sub!matt<3 teasing. creampie. use of ma. (ONCE) praise. thas abt it.

You've been wanting Matt for a while. It's not a crush at this point. It's an obsession. You've been jumping over hurdles to get with this guy. Every party you see him at, every hang out you guys have—There's tension, the eye contact, the almost kisses... it's ridiculous. Everyone else can tell you're into him, and as far as you're concerned, he's into you.

You were so sitting on the couch watching a movie with Matt, his finger tracing patterns on your thigh when you just couldn't take it anymore. "Matt?"

"Hmm?" His eyes don't tear away from the screen, "I'm gonna fuck you."

He slowly turns towards you, eyes widening. "....wha?" You smile at his reaction. "That okay with you?" He nods. "Y-yeah— that's amazing with me—"

One kiss leads to another kiss, which leads to you dragging him to your room and his Matt's boxers being discarded on your floor along with your panties. You're so finally happy to have him under you like this. Flushed cheeks and sweaty hairs sticking to his face while he can let out are moans and whimpers. This'll be engraved in your memory for sure.

A helpless whine escapes his lips as you roll your hips, stimulating his cock perfectly. He throws his arm over his face. "Nuh uh, none of that, Angel. Wanna see your pretty face as I fuck you." His hips rise to yours in small, careful thrusts. "Don't call me th—that—"

"Why?" You remove his arm from his face, "You look like an angel, you should see how good you like right now," You purr, moving your hand to his chin. "Maybe I should fuck you in front of my mirror so you can see for yourself."

His dick twitches inside of you as his eyes widen. "N-no— mh—" You giggle at his reaction. "Why...? You'd get to see how good I'm taking your cock, you'd like that wouldn't you?" You tease, his cheeks flush as his breath hitches. His hips move in sync with yours, "M' just teasing. Maybe next time, though.... since you like the idea so much." You release his chin, beginning to bounce on his cock.

He throws his head back into the pillows, a loud cry of pleasure escaping his lips at your movements. His fingers dig into your hips, desperately trying to find something to hold onto. "That feel good, Angel?"

His face scrunches up, his nose crinkling. He lets out a shaky moan. "Mh-hm... toogood— when you bounce like that—" His hips stuttering up, "G-gonna make me cum—" You smirk at his words, leaning down to leave marks on his neck, "So pretty, Baby.. so, so, pretty." You murmur into his neck. He melts at your words, the praise getting to his head. "Shi— stop calling me pretty or m gonna cum—"

"But you are.." You purr, sitting up to give his neck a break. "Such a pretty boy...makin' pretty noises all f'me." His eyes roll back slightly, a deep moan escaping his lips as he struggles to maintain control. "Fuccccck— you're gonna make me cum!" His hips buck wildly, his cock throbbing inside you. "Wan— wanna cum with you— b-but I can't hold it—" He whines, tears forming in his eyes. "Shhh, you can make me cum later, kay?" You kiss his cheek before slamming down your hips on him, making him gasp.

"Gonna cum for me, Matt?" He nods desperately, face twisting in pleasure. "Yyes— gonna fucking cum! Gonna make me cum so hard— please– let me cum inside you—" He pants, you tilt your head at him. "You want it that bad?" He nods frantically, his body trembling. "Yyes! I want it so bad– want to fill you up, want you milk every drop out of my cock!" He's barely coherent at this point, completely lost in pleasure. "Please... I'll be your good boy." He's too cute.

You slam down your hips one more time, "Cum for me, Matt." His body tenses then convulses as that band in his stomach snaps. A loud, pathetic cry leaves his lips as his cock pulses and throbs, releasing a hot stream of cum deep inside you. His hips buck uncontrollably, riding out the waves of pleasure as he empties himself completely. You kiss him deeply as his thrusts slowly come to a stop. "Was that..?"

He pants heavily, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high. He looks up at you with unfocused, satisfied eyes. "That was.... fucking incredible." He swallows hard, a soft smile on his lips as he slides from under you and onto the floor. "You said I could make you cum later, right?" He says softly, parting your legs and licking at his cum and your juices running down your legs.

"Gonna make you feel so good, Mama."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @cvnts4demi

a/n: idk where this came from tbh.....erm!

[estrellami-1]

March Mating Madness

Day 1: Courting Rituals

I’ll Do (Anything for You)

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This is a part of the Tell Me ‘verse! This fic takes place during Tell Me (Just Enough), but can be read as a standalone fic.

“So,” Eddie starts. They’re sitting on his couch, and he’s holding Steve’s hands. This feels strangely like an intervention, and Steve’s getting nervous.

“Um,” he says. He thinks his hands are getting sweaty. He knows he’s probably scenting something awful. “Yeah?”

“Nothing bad,” Eddie promises. “Just. You know you didn’t get to be courted the way you deserve.”

Steve softens. “Eddie, I don’t care about any of that. I have your vest, I have your bite-”

“No, I- I know, sweetheart. I know you got used to getting less than you deserve and I know this is normal to you now, but I will never stop trying to make you understand that just because that’s how it was doesn’t meant it’s how it should be. Because how it should be is you should have a whole lot more gifts than you do. I gave you the vest because you ripped up your shirt to make bandages, darling, not because I like the way you look in it. Though,” he grins, “I do like the way you look in it.”

Steve sighs. “So that’s it? You’re going to court me? And I get no say in the matter?”

“Um.” Eddie squints. “Do you… not want to be courted?”

“Well,” Steve draws out, which means he does and is being a little shit about it. Eddie grins. “If you’ve already decided, then there’s no reason for me to care either way, is there?”

Eddie chuckles. “Just you wait, baby, I’m’a blow your socks off.”

Steve chuckles back. “I can’t wait.”

“First things first,” Eddie says, and takes off a ring, “Steven Elias Harrington, I’ve come to state my intent to formally court you. By accepting this ring, you will be accepting my courtship. I will swear, as your Alpha, to always keep you safe, healthy, and happy, to the best of my abilities. I will swear, as your Alpha, to provide for your every need and want. I will swear, as your Alpha, a safe place to lay your head at night, and a safe place to rear any and all pups you may want. If this pleases you, then please, accept my first token, so I may begin courting you.”

“Why the fuck am I crying,” Steve wonders, laughing at himself even as he takes the ring. “Of course I’ll accept your courtship, Eddie.”

Eddie, kneeling on the ground in front of the couch, does a goofy little fist pump and reaches for a tissue for Steve. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry.”

Steve shakes his head. “Good tears. Come cuddle me?”

“Always,” Eddie agrees immediately, clambering onto the couch behind Steve.

Steve relaxes back onto him, letting out a sigh and going boneless. “Y’know something?” He murmurs.

“What’s that?”

“You feel just right. The couch hurts my back a little, no matter what pillows I add or take away. But you fit every bump of my spine perfectly. ‘S like I was made for you.”

“I’m choosing to believe you were,” Eddie murmurs. “There’s gotta be some reason we’re scent-compatible.”

Steve snickers. “I guess so.” He snuggles into Eddie. “Tell me?” He asks quietly.

“I love you,” Eddie tells him immediately, whispering it into the nape of his neck.

“Baby,” Eddie calls, skipping into the Harrington house one day. “I’ve got something for you!”

“Oh,” Steve says, “Hi, Eddie.”

Eddie frowns. “You don’t sound too good, baby, are you feeling okay?”

Steve sniffles, shakes his head. Grabs a tissue and blows his nose. “‘S just a cold. I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t doubt it, sweetheart, but why don’t we get you in bed? I’ll make you Wayne’s trailer park-famous chicken noodle soup.”

“Don’t wanna be in bed,” he says. “‘S boring.”

“Then how about we camp out on the couch? Make a quick little nest here, I can grab some things from upstairs for you, and you can convalesce on the couch where you can watch movies. Does that work?”

Steve considers it, then nods. “You said you have something for me?”

“Ah,” Eddie says, “yes, right, here-” he holds up a bag. “I, uh, know they’re not super high quality, but… well, I know you get migraines a lot, and sunglasses are supposed to help. Is what I was told.”

Steve sniffles. His eyes look more watery than before. “Eddie,” he says, then doesn’t say anything, just stares at Eddie with big teary eyes. Eddie starts to panic.

“Do you hate them? I can return them! I can- I didn’t spend that much, honest, and maybe it’s a shit courting gift but-”

Steve shakes his head, pulls Eddie into a hug. Scent-marks him. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Eddie relaxes, supports him in the hug best he can. “You’re welcome,” he murmurs. “Now go sit down, baby, I’ll make you some food, okay?”

“M’kay.” Steve sniffles. “Is food gonna be part of courting?”

Eddie chuckles. “I guess it usually is, isn’t it? Do you want it to be part of courting? I had a plan for that, but if you’d rather skim through, we can do that too.”

Steve shakes his head. “I want whatever you’ve got planned.”

Eddie smiles, presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “Then maybe this’ll halfway count,” he tells Steve. “Maybe when you’re feeling better I’ll stay the night. Maybe I’ll wake up before you, sneak downstairs, and make a full spread. What do you want? Pancakes? Waffles? French toast? Fuckin’… the little French pancakes?”

Steve giggles. “They’re called crepes.”

“Crepes, then.”

Steve giggles again. “Pancakes maybe?”

“Pancakes I can do.”

“Maybe… maybe we could have blueberry and chocolate chip?”

“Sorry,” Eddie says, “I’ll give you anything in the entire world you could ask for, but blueberry and chocolate chip?” He shakes his head. “Now you’ve gone too far, baby, it’s turning into anarchy, seriously, blueberry and chocolate chip? Alert the media. Call CNN.”

Steve giggles into Eddie’s neck. “So… just blueberry?”

“Baby, I’d invent flavors for you if you said you wanted dragonberry. You want blueberry and chocolate chip? I’ll put both in the same damn cake if you want ‘em.”

Steve giggles again. “No, just separate.”

“I can do separate,” Eddie promises him. “Any other requests?”

Steve peeks out from Eddie’s neck to peer up at him. “Hashbrowns?”

“Oh, baby, now you’re speakin’ my language! Hell yeah we can do hashbrowns!” He grins at Steve’s giggle, then presses another kiss to Steve’s forehead, then one to each of his cheeks for good measure. “Now go sit down,” he tells the omega. “I’ll go grab nest things from upstairs. Anything in particular you want?”

“Robin’s flannel,” he says immediately. “And…” he bites his lip, worries it, shakes his head. “That’s it, I think.”

“Baby,” Eddie murmurs. “Remember how I’d invent flavors for you?”

A giggle. “Yeah?”

“Tell me what you want. Whatever it is, I can get it for you.”

“There’s a black blanket? It’s really soft but it’s kinda near the bottom.”

“I know the one,” Eddie promises. “You want a pillow too?”

Steve shakes his head. “Not while I’ve got you to be my pillow.”

“Always,” Eddie promises, pushing him toward the couch and moving past it up the stairs.

He grabs the things Steve requested, then pauses, pulls his t-shirt off, pulls his undershirt off—a beat-up old faded black tank top— and puts the t-shirt onto a pillow.

He rummages through Steve’s pajama drawer, grabs a t-shirt that boasts something about the whitest beaches, and slips it on.

He makes his ways back downstairs with his bounty, handing over first the blanket, then Robin’s flannel. At Steve’s questioning look, he hands over the last two items. “My t-shirt on a pillow, for while I’m cooking, and my undershirt. It should have more scent on it, even if your nose is too stuffed up to really smell, this one should scent some.”

Steve’s eyes go big and watery again. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Eddie smiles, cups his cheek, presses a long kiss to his forehead. “I think,” he murmurs, “there’s very little I wouldn’t give you already. And I think I’m only a little bit in love with you, compared to how I could be. How I will be.”

Steve nuzzles into Eddie’s hand in response, then leans back and gazes at Eddie with such unabashed love in his eyes that Eddie has to look away, has to head to the kitchen and start cooking, so he can blame the flush in his cheeks on the heat from the stove.

“Baby,” Eddie murmurs in sing-song, peeking into his room. Steve’s awake, if just barely, light dappling over his back, eyes blinking in long, slow sweeps as he fights the siren’s call. He rouses himself a little, sleep-clumsily turns onto his side, humming at Eddie, who walks in with a little coo and kneels at the side of the bed. “Did I wake you?”

Steve hums again, extends a hand to grab at Eddie’s shirt; not to pull, just to hold, to anchor. “Eddie,” he murmurs, which both is and isn’t an answer. “Y’here.”

“I am here,” Eddie agrees, brows furrowing a little. “Have a bad dream, sweetness?”

Steve hums, fists Eddie’s shirt again, tighter. “Not… bad. Jus’… not good.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Eddie murmurs, petting over Steve’s fist. “How can I fix it?”

“Y’are,” Steve tells him, tiredly earnest. “Y’here.”

Eddie’s heart explodes into a million pieces. “I am,” he whispers. “I’ll always be here, if you need me.”

Steve hums, squints at Eddie’s neck, but doesn’t want to let go of Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie does it for him, dragging his hand up first to kiss, then to slide over his scent gland.

“Y’scent different,” Steve mumbles. “More… flowery.”

Eddie chuckles. “I don’t think that’s me, baby.” He holds up a bouquet. “I think it’s your next courting gift.”

Steve smiles blearily at them. “Never gotten flowers before.” He kicks his way out of his blankets, gets tangled for a second and releases a truly, unfairly cute whine before extricating himself, sitting up and balancing on Eddie while his tired brain lags. “You got me flowers,” he whispers, reverent hand coming up to pet along a petal.

“I did,” Eddie agrees giddily.

Steve nudges the flowers aside, falls into Eddie’s chest, nuzzles into his neck. “Thank you.”

Eddie presses a kiss to the crown of Steve’s head, drags a hand over his hair and down his back. “You’re very welcome, baby. How about I put these in water and make you those pancakes? Blueberry and chocolate chip, right?”

Steve nods into his neck. “Wanna go with you.”

“Absolutely you can come with me,” Eddie agrees. “Are you gonna walk or am I gonna carry you?”

Steve’s hands come up to circle his neck even as he says, “I can walk.”

“I know you can,” Eddie murmurs, sliding his hands around Steve’s waist. “But what if I wanna carry you?”

“M’kay,” Steve agrees, pressing a kiss into Eddie’s neck. “You can. If you want to.”

“So generous,” Eddie snickers, and does, carries him down to the kitchen and puts him on the counter, pulls away with a long, sweet kiss to grab the pancake mix.

They’re back in the trailer. Steve’s got the day off and is tackling their room. Eddie’s clothes are still strewn about the place after that harried call to Wayne had him dumping the boxes and bringing them to Loch Nora. Steve’s things are nearly all put away now, but Eddie’s are still all over the place, so that’s what Steve’s working on.

Eddie’s at work, a half day at the shop, so he’ll be home just after lunch.

Steve loses track of time in their room, meaning he’s neck-deep in the closet and still hasn’t had lunch by the time Eddie walks in. “Baby,” he calls, and Steve narrowly misses hitting his head on the door as he sits back.

“Room!” He calls, even though the trailer walls are thin and he can hear Eddie heading that direction already.

Eddie’s smiling as he walks in. “Hey, baby, what’re you doing in here?” He crouches down for a quick kiss and scent mark, accepting the same back.

Steve sighs. “Just trying to organize a little. Get our room back in order.”

“Baby, this is my shit, I’ll do it. C’mon, have you eaten?”

“Getting you to organize is like pulling your toenails out, Eds, I actually like it. I’ll do it. No, I lost track of time, but I can make something real quick if you’re hungry?”

Eddie grins, shakes his head. “Nah, Flo brought something in for the guys, and I snacked between cars. C’mon, baby, lemme take care of you, what do you want to eat?”

Steve hums. “Mac and cheese? Or… do we have any hamburger helper?”

“We should,” Eddie nods. “If not, we definitely have Spam, I can add some of that to some mac?”

Steve nods. “That sounds great. Thanks, Alpha.”

Eddie nuzzles him. “Any time, omega.” He presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead and heads out to the kitchen, and Steve continues cleaning with the background noises of Eddie making him lunch.

Soon enough the noises slow, and not long after Eddie brings him a bowl.

Steve eats while Eddie putters around, putting away a few things, before stilling at the dresser. “Baby?”

“Hm?”

Eddie turns around, joins him on the bed. “So, obviously for courting gifts, the last one, the biggest one, is usually a piece of clothing.”

“Right.”

“And I’ve already given you my vest.” His lips quirk up. “I’d argue I’ve given you my whole closet,” he says, nodding down at Steve’s outfit, which consists entirely of Eddie’s clothes. Steve shrugs, because he knows Eddie loves it. “So I have something else for you, instead. If you want it.”

“Okay.”

Eddie reaches up, unclasps his necklace, and offers it to Steve. “The pick was my mom’s,” he whispers. “The first one I ever used to learn guitar. After she passed, Wayne kept teaching me. For the longest time, I thought of it as a good luck charm. Like if I wore it, the band would have a good show.”

“Then you should keep it.”

Eddie smiles, shakes his head. “The band’s done. We weren’t going anywhere anyways, and especially after the accusations…” he shrugs. “Besides, I have you now. And you’re better than any good luck charm.”

“Flirt,” Steve mutters, but his cheeks are pink as he touches the necklace. “You’re sure?”

“I wouldn’t offer it if I wasn’t, baby.”

Steve smiles, ducks his head. “Okay.” He brings his hand up to touch the pick as Eddie secures the necklace. When Eddie sits back, Steve pulls him in again for a kiss.

“Just for the record,” he murmurs when they pull back, “if we weren’t mated, I would’ve accepted all of your gifts.”

At that, Eddie grins and pulls him into another kiss.

They can always finish cleaning tomorrow.

[msbigredmachine]

New To This - Chapter 21

MASTERLIST

WARNING: Heavy themes, Please proceed with caution.

As Josh pulled into the driveway of his Pensacola home, Delilah still wasn’t sure if she had made the right decision by coming with him. But a part of her—one she wasn’t ready to acknowledge just yet—needed something from him. Maybe closure. Maybe comfort. Maybe just the smallest reassurance that she hadn’t been completely alone in this, even if he had acted like it.

She had been to this house before, more times than she cared to count. She remembered the things they had done within these walls—the passion, the mistakes, the irreversible choices. She had wrecked what little remained of her relationship with André here, let herself sink deeper into Josh even when she knew she shouldn’t. Hell, for all she knew, this was the very place where she had conceived the baby she was no longer carrying.

She didn’t want to be here. Not like this.

But here she was, two days on.

Josh had been careful with her since her arrival. He carried her bag inside without her asking, even though it was light. He’d made sure she had the master bedroom instead of the guest room, wanting her to be comfortable. He cooked. He made sure she ate, even when she barely had an appetite. And he gave her space, never pushing, never crowding her.

It should have been enough. It wasn’t.

She noticed the way he watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking. The way he hovered when she sat too still for too long, like he was waiting for her to break apart. The way he clenched his jaw when he caught her staring off into nothing, lost in thoughts she didn’t want to voice. She noticed all of it, and she hated that a part of her still wanted to let him take care of her, even when she wasn’t sure she could forgive him.

Tonight, he made dinner again. Grilled salmon with a rich, buttery garlic sauce, roasted potatoes crisped to perfection, and tender broccoli seasoned just right. The aroma filled the kitchen, warm and inviting, but Delilah didn’t have it in her to be impressed.

“Eat,” he said, pushing a plate in front of her.

She barely looked at it. “I’m not hungry.”

He sighed and sat across from her. “You gotta eat, babe. You’re in recovery.”

She scoffed at the concern in his voice, pushing the plate away. “Don’t act like you care now. You ain’t care before.”

Josh exhaled through his nose, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table. His jaw flexed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He looked like he was debating something internally, his chest rising and falling in steady, measured breaths. Then, finally, he spoke.

“I didn’t wanna make the same mistake again.”

His voice was low, almost like he was talking to himself, and Delilah frowned slightly, watching him. “What?” 

He looked down at his hands, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles, avoiding her gaze.

“Tameka was pregnant once,” he said after a beat, “Way before we got married. Before our boys. Before I even got into WWE.”

The room seemed to shrink, his words slicing through the silence between them. Delilah was too stunned to say anything, just listened to this brand new piece of information, her fingers curled around the sleeves of her hoodie.

Josh let out a short, humorless laugh. “We were just kids. Nineteen, barely twenty. And I…” He paused, his shoulders tensing. “I was so caught up in makin’ somethin’ of myself. Proving to my pops that I wasn’t gonna end up a fuck-up. That I wasn’t gonna waste my shot.”

Delilah’s stomach twisted, but she didn’t interrupt.

Josh’s lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze was distant, lost somewhere in the past. “So when she told me she was pregnant, I didn’t even think. Didn’t even consider what she might’ve wanted. I just told her…” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply before forcing the words out. “I told her to get rid of it.”

Delilah’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her hoodie.

Josh’s expression twisted, something dark passing over his face. “I didn’t give her a say. Just laid it out like it was the only option. We were broke, barely getting by. Had all these dreams, all these plans. And a baby didn’t fit into that.” His jaw clenched. “I gaslit her into doin’ it. Made her think it was her choice when really, I took it away from her before she even had the chance.”

The room felt unbearably still, like even the air had thickened, waiting for his next words.

Josh dragged a hand down his face, his shoulders sagging. “After that…we were never the same.”

Delilah felt something inside her shift, but she kept quiet, watching him closely.

“We stayed together, though,” Josh continued after a long pause. His voice sounded rough, strained. “Probably ‘cause we didn’t know anything else. We got married. Had two boys down the line. But…” His lips pressed together, his eyes shadowed. “That time in our lives? It cracked us. And we never fixed it.”

The weight of his words pressed heavy between them. The dim light in the kitchen flickered slightly, casting soft shadows across Josh’s face, making him look even more worn down.

“I still regret it. Regret takin’ that choice away from her. Regret the way I made her feel like it was never even a question.” He let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “So when you told me you was pregnant, I told myself I wouldn’t make the same mistake. I wouldn’t push you, wouldn’t make the choice for you.”

His eyes lifted to hers then, something raw and unguarded in his gaze. “I thought I was doin’ the right thing this time.” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “But I still fucked it up. ‘Cause instead of pushin’ you one way, I just… left you alone. And I hate myself for that, baby girl. I’m sorry.”

Silence settled between them again, thick and suffocating.

Delilah’s chest ached, something unfamiliar twisting inside her. She had never expected to hear this from him. Had never expected this kind of vulnerability.

Josh let out a slow breath, glancing down at the plate of untouched food between them. “I’ll leave you to it,” he murmured, voice quieter now, like he’d already decided she wouldn’t say anything back.

And then, before she could find the words to respond, he slowly pushed back his chair and stood, his movements heavy, like he was carrying all his regrets on his broad, tattooed shoulders. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the kitchen with nothing but the remnants of his confession and the silence that followed.

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The next morning, Delilah woke with Josh’s confession still weighing down on her. His words echoed in her mind all through last night, layering over everything she’d thought she knew about him. She never would have imagined hearing something like that from him—never expected to see that kind of raw regret in his face.

She stayed in bed longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do with it all.

By the time she wandered out of the bedroom, Josh was already in the kitchen, standing by the stove with a mug of coffee in one hand, his phone in the other. He looked up as soon as she stepped into view, his expression unreadable, but she caught the way his shoulders stiffened slightly. Like he wasn’t sure where they stood now...If she was still angry, if things had shifted, if anything had changed at all.

She wasn’t sure, either.

The silence between them felt heavier than usual, weighed down by everything he had told her the night before. She moved toward the cabinets, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if she were giving herself time to find the right words.

Josh cleared his throat, shifting his weight. “You sleep okay?”

She shrugged, glancing at him briefly before looking away again. “You?”

He scoffed under his breath. “Not really.”

Neither of them said anything further. The only sound in the kitchen was the faint hum of the refrigerator, the quiet clink of her nail tapping against the glass. She took a sip of water before finally speaking. “You never told me any of that before.”

Josh exhaled sharply, setting his coffee down. “Yeah,” he said after a beat. “I know.  I don’t talk about it,” he admitted. “Not to nobody. Only my mom, Jon and Joe know everything.”

She studied him, noting the tiredness in his face, the way his jaw was tight like he was bracing himself for her response.

She could’ve unloaded on him again. Could’ve thrown it in his face that what he did to Tameka had bled into what he did to her. But for the first time since this whole mess started, she wasn’t sure she wanted to fight anymore.

She sighed, setting her glass down. “I didn’t know what to say,” she confessed.

Josh nodded once, looking down. “Didn’t expect you to say anything.”

Another silence. But it wasn’t as heavy as before.

Delilah crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. “You think telling me makes it better?”

Josh’s head lifted, his expression conflicted. “No,” he said honestly. “I just…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “I just needed you to know why I did what I did.”

Delilah stared at him for a long moment, the fight inside her settling into something else. Something softer. He looked wrecked, like the weight of his past mistakes was suffocating him.

And maybe she still wasn’t sure if she could forgive him completely. But she was seeing him in a whole different light. Things were not as black and white as she’d assumed.

She turned away first, grabbing a plate from the drying rack. “You make breakfast?”

Josh blinked, like he wasn’t sure he heard her right. This was the first time since she got here that she wasn’t fighting him over eating. His lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile. “Yeah,” he said, nodding toward the pan on the stove. “You want some?”

She hesitated for only a second before sitting at the table. “Yeah,” she murmured.

Josh moved slow as he grabbed a plate, loading it with food, his hands steady but careful. The smell of eggs and bacon filled the space, carrying a warmth that almost made things feel… okay. Almost. He set the plate in front of her, then took his seat across from her, his own plate in front of him. Delilah hesitated before picking up her fork, stealing a glance at him. They ate in silence; not the heavy, suffocating kind that had been lingering between them since they got here, but something lighter. Tentative. Like they were both trying to find some kind of normal again. He wasn’t looking at her, but he wasn’t as shut off as before, either. It felt like a shift, small but noticeable. Like maybe, just maybe, they were getting somewhere.

And then she spoke.

“So, what’s the plan?” she asked, her voice breaking the fragile peace between them. “We just gon’ sit here, pretend like everything’s fine?”

Josh’s jaw tightened. He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over his face before shaking his head.

“Ain’t shit fine, baby girl,” he admitted, his voice low, hoarse. “Ain’t been fine for a long time.”

It slipped out before he could stop it. Before he could shove it down where it belonged.

“Josh,” she whispered, leaning back to get a better look at him. He was tense, fists planted on the counter, his body coiled like he was fighting himself. Holding too much in.

“I wish…” she started, but her voice faltered. She exhaled, trying again. “I wish things were different. I really do.”

Josh let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head before she could see the tear sliding down his face. “Nah, you don’t,” he muttered. “I don’t. You did the right thing.” His voice was rough, like he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince…her or himself.

Her stomach twisted. “Did I?” she murmured, “Did I do the right thing?”

He didn’t answer.

Frustration bubbled up in her chest, her hand slamming down on the counter. “Dammit, Josh, tell me the truth!”

He drew in a sharp breath, his shoulders rising with the effort. She hated the way her voice trembled, betraying the panic she was trying to contain.

“I need you to open up to me. I need you to talk to me. I need you to tell me it’s gonna be alright!”

Josh shot to his feet so fast she flinched. He braced himself against the sink, glowering. “You wanna hear it’s gonna be alright? That you gon’ get so caught up in your career you ain’t never gon’ think about what happened?” His voice was sharp, raw. “That you’ll feel guilty for a couple weeks, then move on like it never happened? That what you did won’t haunt you?”

Delilah stared at him, shocked.

Josh’s breath came hard and uneven, like he was fighting to keep something dangerous locked inside.

His voice was hoarse when he continued, “Because that ain’t how it works.”

Delilah barely had a second to process the shift in his tone before he kept going, his words tumbling out like he wasn’t even talking to her anymore—like he was talking to a ghost. His eyes weren’t on her anymore—not really. They were distant, unfocused, locked onto something only he could see.

“You gon’ think about it every fuckin’ day of your life,” he murmured, almost like a confession. His jaw clenched, his shoulders tight, like the weight of his own thoughts was suffocating him. “You gon’ wonder who the kid was gonna look like. Beautiful like you? Athletic like both of us?” His breath hitched. “You gon’ wonder if he woulda loved this business like you do. If he woulda understood the choices you made.”

Her stomach twisted, her throat closing up.

But Josh wasn’t done. “And you gon’ question yourself,” he pushed on, his tone rough, ragged. “Was it worth it? Was the cost worth it?” His eyes darkened, haunted. “How many chances do you get before you just a lost cause? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why does every single person you actually care about end up pushin’ you away?”

Before she could stop him—before she could even think to—his fist shot out, slamming straight through the cabinet above the sink. A guttural roar ripped from his throat, raw and broken, tearing through the walls, the floorboards—through her. Making her jump. The entire kitchen shook with the force of it.

The room was still.

Too still.

Josh stood there, his head bowed, his shoulders heaving, blood beginning to smear across his knuckles from the splintered wood. His fingers flexed, his entire body trembling with the weight of something too big for him to hold onto anymore.

And just like that, she realized—

Josh wasn’t just grieving this.

He was grieving everything.

Her heart hammered.

“Josh?” Her voice was small, cautious.

He didn’t turn around. Just stood there, breathing heavy, fist still clenched. “You shoulda never met me,” he muttered, voice thick with frustration and something worse—self-loathing. “You shoulda never got caught up in my bullshit.”

Her throat tightened.

“I ruin everything,” he went on, more to himself than to her. “My marriage. My kids. You. I fucked up your relationship. I let myself fall in love with you, and I still fucked that up.”

She gulped. “Josh—”

His voice was almost a whisper now, and when he finally turned to look at her, she swore she felt her heart crack. He looked wrecked, like everything was finally crushing him. “I ain’t deserve you, baby. You needed me, and I wasn’t there. Again. I don’t…I don’t know how to live with that.”

Delilah’s breath shuddered out of her. She had never seen him like this before—this vulnerable, this broken.

She wished like hell she could find the right words. Something to ease this noose he’d tied around his own neck, the pain he had been holding in for longer than anyone had ever known. But what could she say? What could possibly make this easier?

Her feet moved before she even made the decision, carrying her toward him. His head remained bowed, hands gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

Wordlessly, she reached for his hand, her fingers tentative as they wrapped around his. His knuckles were raw, split in places where the impact had broken the skin. Blood smeared across his skin, a stark contrast against the roughness of his hands. She didn’t speak. There was nothing to say that could touch the depth of what had just happened. 

Instead, she grabbed a clean cloth, dampened it under the sink, and carefully dabbed at his wounds.

Josh didn’t pull away. He just stood there, chest rising and falling with the force of his breathing, watching her in silence. The room felt impossibly small. The pressure of everything between them pulsed through in the air, pressing in from all sides.

When the blood was mostly gone, and his skin was as clean as it could be, Delilah hesitated. Then, before she could second-guess herself, she lifted his battered hand to her lips, pressing the softest kiss to the bruised skin.

A shudder ran through Josh’s body, his fingers twitching slightly against hers.

Delilah lingered, her lips on his skin, before finally pulling away. But she didn’t let go. Not yet.

“Listen to me,” she whispered, holding his gaze until he finally looked at her. His eyes were dark, stormy with too many emotions at once. “The only reason we’re not together, Josh? The only reason is because of our careers. But I need you to hear me when I say this,” she inhaled, her fingers trailing up to brush against the rough stubble on his cheek. “If it weren’t for that…”

Josh’s breath was uneven, his chest rising and falling too fast.

She knew what she was saying. She knew he knew it too. If it weren’t for the business, the schedules, the pressure—if it weren’t for all the things that had pulled them apart—there wouldn’t have been a reason to let go at all.

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to respond, but he didn’t. He just held her gaze, his throat working as he swallowed hard.

Josh took a shaky breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. His own words had drained him in a way he hadn’t expected, exposing more of himself than he ever had before. He wasn’t the guy who spilled his emotions, who let people in on his demons. It wasn’t who he was, and yet here he stood, completely unraveled in front of her.

And now? He didn’t know if he was touched by what she said—or just embarrassed by the depths of his feelings for her.

“If it weren’t for that,” he repeated sullenly, shaking his head.

The room was too small. The air too thick. His head spun, his pulse hammering in his ears. With a rough exhale, he shook his head and turned away from her. “Nah, man,” he muttered, taking a step back. He needed space. Distance. He had to get the fuck out of here before he did something he couldn’t take back.

Delilah caught his wrist before he could walk past her.

"Josh, don’t," she whispered, her voice pleading.

He hesitated, every muscle in his body tensing.

“Please don’t leave again,” she murmured, her fingers tightening around his wrist. “Just… stay.”

Josh closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose.

And then, slowly, his hand turned in hers, his fingers threading through hers like muscle memory.

He pulled her closer, his forehead pressing gently against hers. His grip on her hand tightened.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, without thinking, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

Delilah squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing against the lump in her throat as she leaned into his kiss.

Neither of them moved away.

Instead, Josh pulled her in, wrapping his arms tighter around her like he was afraid to let go. His hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her thick, curly hair, holding her close as if he could somehow shield her from the pain neither of them could outrun.

Delilah clung to him, her fists gripping the fabric of his t-shirt, desperate, shaking. The first sob tore through her before she could stop it, and then there was no holding back. Her tears soaked into his chest, his warmth the only thing keeping her from unraveling completely.

Josh wasn’t any better. His breath hitched, rough and uneven, his own tears slipping silently down his face, disappearing into her hair. He didn’t try to stop them, didn’t fight against the weight of the grief pressing into his chest. He just held her, letting the pain crash over them both.

The kitchen was quiet, save for their breathing; ragged, broken. The way their hearts pounded against each other, as if trying to make sense of what they had lost.

No words. No empty reassurances. Just the unspoken understanding that, for this moment, neither of them had to grieve alone.

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A/N: One more chapter to go.

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𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄!𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅…

CW: Underage drinking, weed, sexual behavior, creeps (slight harassment).

AN: Please don’t underage drink it’s not safe and can put you and others in danger. And if u were harassed please confide in someone you can trust take care of yourselves 🤍.

YN’s POV:

Im in a crowd of sweaty people, some of them smoking, some are drinking, we are all having fun. Tara sure knows how to throw a party. Im talking with her the entire night, drinking together. “Im going to the bathroom real quick” Tara yells over the music I nod at her saying im going to sit at the bar, I go over there and order another drink when a guy comes up to me “Hey there gorgeous” I look at him smiling nervously “hi” I say back looking around for someone I recognized failing miserably, he moves closer to me, he reached over fiddling with my curls “Why don’t we go somewhere else and talk?” His breath fanning my neck I back away from him grabbing my cup “um its okai my friend is waiting on me” I say nervously getting of the stool when he grabs my arm pulling me towards him “cmon princess it’ll be worth you while” I pull my arm back glaring up at him “I said no now leave me alone asshole” he looks at me with pure rage “You little bitch” he starts walking to me when some grabs my arm whisking me away through the crowd, I look at them to see Chris, he lead us outside.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that” I say smiling up at him he scoffs reaching into his back pocket pulling out a lighter and a blunt “You know I was waiting for you to text me sweetheart” he says lighting it taking a hit “Yeah I’m sorry” he shrugs offering me the blunt I smile taking it “Aren’t you to young to drink? Why are you out here getting plastered?” He question I roll my eyes “What are you gonna ground me dad?” He chuckles I blow out the smoke already feeling it kick in, I pass back to him “What are you doing tomorrow?” “Why?” “Because I wanna talk you out” he says casually looking down at me “w-what?” He passes it back to me but I turn it down “You heard me sweetheart, I wanna take you out tomorrow so are you busy?” He ashes the blunt on the wall turning towards me waiting on an answer, I look into his eye’s debating “Cmon we’ll go wherever you want” he persiste I sigh “Fine, what time?” “Whenever you want darling” I look around grabbing my phone texting him the time and place he smiles as he looks at the messages “Alright let’s get u home want me to take you” “what about your brothers?” “They can call an uber cmon lets go”

The next day…

“Girl you’re not wearing that. You look like you’re going to the grocery store” Stella says going back into my closet looking through it “Stella we’re going to the fair, not a Steak House” I tell her finishing up my makeup “I know but you gotta look like a bad bitch, here” she pulls out a black cami bodysuit and shorts “No that one shows to much cleavage, it’s our first date” i tell her spraying my setting spry getting up to put on my underwear “pleaseeeeeeee im begging you” she follows me around I look at the clothes in her hand snatching them while shaking my head she squeal like a kid who just got 5 dollars “your an idiot” I go into the bathroom and change. I open the door to show her “Omg you look amazing, wait wear these” she grabs a few necklaces and bracelets handing them to me I put them on “Oh I have some press on nails in my drawer take one for me please” she nods running over looking through them choosing one when my phone rings “shit is that him?” I ask her “Yes it is here I’ll go get you ur shoes” he gives me the phone and nails, I answer the call opening the little box applying them “Hii are you there?” I ask him grabbing my lotion and a perfume to match, Stella walks in with my shoes and a pair of sock putting them on for me “yeah I’m pulling in right now” he says “Okay I’ll be down in sec” I hang up thanking Stella, I run over grabbing a bag shoving things I might need into it, I look in the mirror fixing my hair “How do I look” i question “Amazing now go he’s waiting” I smile at her going to give her a hug running out the dorm “HAVE FUN REMEMBER WEAR A CONDOM” I hear her yell “YOUR DISGUSTING” I close the door running down the stairs leading to the parking lot

AN: Part 2? Also to the people saying he’s not being mean or toxic to her, he’s putting on a front for her, soon enough he will start being meaner

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[yearsbecomingcool]

meet the parents | daniel markowitz

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | daniel markowitz x f!reader

synopsis | after 3 months of dating daniel finally introduces you to his parents and invites you to spend the eighth night of hanukkah with his family.

warnings | f!reader, jewish!reader, fluff.

word count | 4.4k

a/n | i wanna give a huge thank you to @kawaii1kitten for reading over this for me to make sure everything was accurate, it meant so much for someone to offer up their time like that and it was greatly appreciated. i got this request back at the end of january but have been incredibly busy since then (21st birthday, trying to get my license, new season of yellowjackets, writing a 7.6k word fic about jason from hell of a summer that you should all read…) but i did also take some time to research hanukkah for this fic. if anything is falsely represented or you think could be portrayed differently please let me know and i can fix any mistakes made! thank you so much for the request and hopefully it came out to your liking. also thank you to @joeloverture as always for reading over this and giving me input!!

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You had been dating Danny for three months and somehow still hadn’t met his family, it wasn’t the most unusual thing in the world but you couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious. You would always hang out at your house, never at his. He always made an excuse about a messy room or someone working from home that day and you were beginning to feel a bit fed up with it. Today he was picking you up for a date, a trip to the movies. You heard his horn go off and ran outside, hopping into the passenger seat. You lean over and give him a quick peck, “You look cute today, scruffy, but cute.” You caress his cheek, looking at him lovingly.

He blushes, leaning into your touch like a cat. “So you don’t want me to shave?”

“Not yet…I’ll be generous and give you another week,” you tease, pinching the pale flesh of his cheek between your thumb and forefinger. He giggles and pulls away from you, he backs out of your driveway and starts to head towards the theater. 

You could save your questioning till after the movie, make it easier on both of you, but you’ve never been known to choose the easy route. You decide to come right out with it, “Why haven’t you introduced me to your family yet?”

He coughs nervously, “W-What?”

“Your family. You haven’t introduced me to them at all, you haven’t even brought me over to your house. We always just go to mine. There has to be a reason, so tell me Danny, what is it?”

His face grows hot and he swallows nervously. “I-It just hasn’t been the right time…they’re always busy. Y’know…I just…”

“You hardly talk about any of them besides your grandma, who sounds lovely by the way. But it just feels weird, if you have a bad relationship with them I’ll drop it but I’m just curious about your family. It feels like you’re hiding me from them and vice versa,” you explain.

He sighs, “My parents are just…a lot, okay? They still treat me like I’m a kid, hell my mom still has Life-360 installed on my phone.”

You giggle, “Were you a bad kid in high school or something?”

He laughs, “The furthest from it actually. I hardly went out, never went to parties, never did drugs. I was a good kid, my parents just…they’re intense and I know they care but they don’t really treat me like an adult yet. I didn’t want to scare you away or have you think I’m some Norman Bates mommy’s boy, I just want you to like me.”

“I already like you, dork. Do you think I’d be going out with you for three months if I didn’t like you? I’m certainly not dating you for your car.”

“But you could be dating me for my money,” he jokes.

“I’m practically your sugar mommy, mr. unemployed, I don’t wanna hear it.” 

“Okay…okay, I get it, you do actually like me. But are you sure you wanna meet my parents?”

“Yes! C’mon, let them get the embarrassing stage out of the way already. I’ll come over and bring them some nice wine and nod politely while they show me baby pictures and tell me embarrassing stories about you from your childhood. Doesn’t that sound nice?” You’re trying your hardest to convince him.

“It sounds better without them embarrassing me but I guess it could be worse…why don’t you come over for the final night of Hanukkah, it’s the one day this week where both my parents are off work so they won’t be super stressed or anything. We’re doing it at my grandmas so you’ll get to meet her too,” he suggests, finally giving in.

“I finally get to meet the famous Thelma Post you’ve been telling me about!” You celebrate.

“I’ve told her all about you too, she’s been asking when she can meet you.” He starts to poorly imitate his grandma, “Danny I’ll have one foot in the grave before you bring her over to see me!” You both burst into laughter at his imitation. “Don’t tell her I did that…please…”

You hold your pinky up, “Pinky promise.”

It’s the eighth day of Hanukkah and Daniel had come over to your place to help you cook, he insisted that you didn’t need to bring anything but you were determined to make a good impression. He’d been here for a few hours helping you make sufganiyot, normally his mom would make some but she was more than happy to leave that task up to you once you’d offered. You’d already made the filing the night before, letting it sit in the fridge for a few hours. Danny had been eyeing it as soon as he saw it in the fridge. Once you were done preparing the sufganiyot you’d piped some onto his finger, letting him finally have a taste. He sucks the cream off his finger and moans at the taste, “Fuck this is good. My mom is gonna have one bite of this and ask when I’m putting a ring on your finger, I swear.” 

“And what are you gonna tell her?” You tease, placing a hand on the counter and leaning against it, trying to look seductive.

“That I need an actual job before I can even think of walking into a jewelry store.” 

You roll your eyes and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into him to give you a soft kiss. He looks a bit silly, wearing the apron you’d bought him when you’d gone grocery shopping the other day. It had a stupid little slogan that made you cringe on it and you knew it’d be perfect for him. When he’d arrived you held it up for him and he rolled his eyes. “For me?” He teases, holding his hand up to his mouth. You smacked him with a dish towel. 

While you went to get cleaned up and changed for the party Danny lounged on the small couch in your living room, flicking through the channels. He was grateful the SY-FY channel was still playing shitty horror movies this time of year. He’d gotten about halfway through Sharknado when you came out into the living room ready to go. You’d done natural makeup, some soft smoked out eyeliner and some lip gloss. You were dressed casual but cute, wearing a dark blue sweater and some black jeans. Danny sits up from the couch and smiles as his eyes rake over you, “You look great.”

“You’re so sweet to me, Danny. C’mere.” You outstretch your hand to him, pulling him up from the couch and into your arms to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. He grabs the wine off the counter and you grab your tray of sufganiyot and he opens the front door for you, locking it up before opening the passenger door for you. As you sit in the car on the way to his grandma's condo your knee bounces up and down, a nervous tick that you’ve had for years. Danny notices and places his hand on your thigh.

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise. I should be freaking out more than you, I have no idea what  embarrassing shit they’re gonna tell you tonight!” 

“I really hope they have a whole scrapbook for me to look at. I wanna see every embarrassing school photo, your awkward prom pictures, your cute little baby pictures.”

He groans, “Your parents didn’t show me any of that for you though!”

You laugh, “Uh yeah because I told them I’d never come back home again if they did.”

“You’re mean.”

“I’m not mean…I just know how to get what I want.”

He narrows his eyes but keeps them on the road, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Your hands are trembling when you get to his grandma's condo, you knew you’d be nervous you just didn’t know you’d be this nervous. “Do you think they’ll like me?”

He chuckles and parks the car, “They’ll love you. You have your shit together, you’re beautiful, you’ve helped me get my shit together I’m pretty sure that’s everything they want in a woman for me.” 

“And if they somehow don’t like me?”

“Then I’m staying with you anyway, I don’t care what they think. I know they’re gonna love you and I know for a fact that my grandma is gonna love you. Before the night is over she’ll be shoving her phone in my hand and demanding I friend you on Facebook for her.” He smiles at you like you’re the only girl he’s ever loved, he means every word he says, he’s not just trying to make you feel better.

“The only approval I need is yours and Thelmas.” He laughs at your joke and leans across the console to kiss you. He cups your face gently. When you pull away he’s smiling like a schoolboy.

Your face contorts in confusion, “What?”

“I just…” He runs his hand through his hair, “I really like you. I’m happy we’re doing this.”

You feel like a lovesick teenager, “Me too.”

Daniel goes around and opens your door, bowing his head as you step out of the car. “You’re such a nerd, you know that, right?”

He smiles at you playfully, “Are you gonna bully me in front of my parents? I don’t think they’ll like that too much. My grandma especially won’t.” 

“Well shit I can’t let Thelma down…”

“Exactly, so be nice!” He kisses your cheek and leads you to the door. He knocks quickly before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You rest your head against his shoulder as you wait for his parents to open the door. You hear rustling and suddenly the door opens. His mom is standing there with a huge smile on her face. At first glance she doesn’t look much like him, she’s got dark brown hair cut into a neat bob and light green eyes. When she smiles that’s when you see the resemblance. Her tortoiseshell glasses pair nicely with her tan sweater and brown pants. 

“It’s so good to see you two! Come in, come in!” She exclaims, moving aside for the two of you to come in. You follow Daniel inside and kick off your shoes by the door before going into the kitchen to put your sufganiyot down on the counter. There’s already a few dishes sitting out and ready to go. Latkes with a small dish of sour cream sat next to them, fried bimuelos with honey drizzled over top, and some brisket. His mom, Gail, hugs you like she’s known you her whole life. 

“Danny has told us so much about you, I was wondering when he would finally introduce you,” she says, nudging him playfully with her elbow. He looks down at the floor bashfully.

“I guess I didn’t realize everyone was so…eager to meet.”

“Well with how you talked about her we all wanted to finally see the lovely girl. How are you?” His father, Alan, comes up behind Danny and outstretches his hand to you. You shake his hand and smile politely. 

“I’m great, Danny takes the best care of me. You’ve raised a wonderful son.”

Daniel looks down blushing again, he does this every time you praise him. It’s something he’ll never get used to. 

You take a second to look around the room, her kitchen reminds you so much of your grandma’s house. The only word you can think of for it is cozy. She has an array of plants all over the kitchen, some are sat on the windowsill above the sink. A few of the bigger ones sit on a white metal shelf populated by some cutesy glassware and a couple cookbooks. You feel right at home. You grab the wine from Daniel and present it to his parents, “I wasn’t sure what kind you would like so I hope this is okay.”

They take the bottle and inspect it, “It’s perfect.”

His parents thank you and bring you into the small tv nook where Thelma is sitting comfortably on the family's couch. You marvel at the collection of books she’s collected over her lifetime. They sit cozily on her built-in shelves, a modest CRT TV sits at the center. On each side of the couch sits more bookshelves. You can imagine yourself curled up on her orange and white pinstripe couch spending your days working through her collection.  “Grandma, there’s someone I’d like for you to meet.” She turns and smiles as she sees you. She’s quick to get to her feet, walking towards you happily. “Oh honey! Finally! I thought we’d never get to meet at this rate, ah, look at you! Danny you’ve always had good taste but she’s got to be my favorite! Oh just look at her, Danny you make such a cute couple.” Now it’s your turn to blush as Thelma gushes over you. She holds your hands in hers and smiles at you warmly.

“You’re too kind…Danny has said so much about you. I think he’s been hiding me away so I don’t become your new best friend,” you joke, helping Daniel lead her to the front of the house. The house is set up a bit strangely, her main living room is quite spacious, and a bar sits behind one of the floral couches. It’s unused, now displaying various family photos. There’s even more books on more beautiful shelves, you wonder if she’s read them all.

Thelma playfully swats at Daniel's arm, “Have you been hiding her? I always could do with more friends. You know that, Danny.” You admire their menorah as it sits on a white tray on a small table in front of the window, it’s a beautiful gold color, made of brass. It was his parents' wedding gift. A blue table runner sits beneath it.

He giggles, “Can you blame me for wanting to keep her to myself?” The three of you stand together, his parents on either side. 

You watch as his father loads the candles, their matchbook sits on the tray next to the menorah. You watch as his father strikes the match and lights the shamash and begins to recite the blessings. “Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech HaOlam, asher kidshanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah. Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech HaOlam, she’asah nisim l’avoteinu, b’yamim haheim bazman hazeh.” Once he’s finished reciting the blessings he lights each candle from left to right and puts the shamash at its place in the center. It makes you think of past Hanukkah celebrations you’d spent with your family, it’s the first year you’re not spending it with them. You have a feeling you can convince Daniel to come to yours next year.

You all head to the kitchen and grab a plate and start to grab your food, you load your plate up happily.

Daniel pours you each a glass of wine, Thelma has water instead. The table is small which makes things a bit cramped but you make it work, you and Daniel sitting close enough that your elbows knock occasionally.

“Was your family alright with you missing out on celebrating with them this year?” Thelma asks as she sips from her glass.

“They understood, they’d like Danny to come to ours next year for a night. They really loved him when they met him.” Daniel squeezes your hand softly.

“Oh of course! Maybe we could all get together next year, have a little party!” She suggests.

“That sounds perfect. I’m sure they’d love to.” 

As you begin to dig into your food you look over at Gail with a sly smirk. “So…what was Danny like as a kid?”Daniel chokes on his wine, his eyes going wide. He didn’t expect you to start asking about this as soon as dinner started.

Gail smiles knowingly at Daniel, she knows just how badly she’s about to embarrass him and she’s going to cherish this moment for as long as it lasts. “Oh he was just precious. Such a sweet smiley little boy,” she takes a sip of her wine, “but he was so shy. I remember on his first day of Kindergarten he was so scared, he wouldn’t let go of my leg. Poor thing…”

“Aww Danny…I was a shy kid too. Maybe not that shy but it took me a while to grow out of it. I remember sitting at a table with a group of other shy kids in English class and we were all supposed to do some project together and I had to pull myself out of my shell for it because none of them wanted to,” you laugh.

“That sounds like Danny. Y’know there was this shy boy in his class when he was younger,” she turns to face Daniel, “Wendy Horowitz’ son, do you remember him?”

Daniel nods. He has no clue who she’s talking about.

“Anyway, he got hooked on Don Julio and he’s been in and out of rehabs ever since. Always made me worried for Danny, you never know what the quiet ones are doing…”

“Well I don’t drink much, I’ll have one if I go out somewhere nice for dinner, but I’m usually the designated driver. Danny doesn’t really have much when we go out either.”

Gail rubs Daniel on the shoulder, “Oh you’re cutting back on the drinking? Good, see Alan she’s already a good influence, only 3 months in!”

Alan smiles, “You did get him to throw out that ratty old cardigan too.”

“There were too many holes for it to be considered wearable at that point. I bought him a nice new one to replace it.”

Daniel blushes, “The new one is softer…”

“He’s always worn his clothes till they were falling apart…I’d always fix them up so he could wear his favorites a bit longer,” Thelma says.

Daniel looks at her with nothing but love in his eyes and smiles,”And thank you for that. You’re why most of my favorite sweaters are still around.” 

Gail chuckles, a memory surfacing. “Do you remember that phase you had where you would only wear your Spider-Man costume? You were like what…six? You wore it everywhere! I remember you even demanded you wear it to school under your clothes.” Daniel's face turns bright red as the rest of you giggle.

“I uh, I think I do remember that,” he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“That’s cute. I think I did the same with some princess dress my mom had got me.” As fun as it is to watch him squirm with embarrassment you still don’t want him to get too embarrassed. 

The rest of dinner is spent with Gail telling childhood stories about Daniel, most are just cute instead of embarrassing but once dinner is wrapped up is when the embarrassment really starts. Thelma is quick to lead you to her array of childhood photos of Daniel she has on display. You pick up each one, inspecting them closely as he looms over your shoulder, face bright red with embarrassment. “Do you really have to show her the middle school ones? Those are just…they’re bad…” He groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh but Danny you were so cute! Wasn’t he?” Thelma asks, turning towards you.

You giggle and smile, “The cutest.”

“See! Not embarrassing!” 

Daniel groans and puts his hands over your eyes, he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I think you’ve seen enough.” It’s playful and cute. You giggle and lean back against him.

“I think I wanna see more actually-”

He’s quick to cover your mouth with one of his hands, “She doesn’t know what she’s saying. That wine must’ve been strong, right baby?” He moves his hand from your eyes to your chin, maneuvering your head to make you nod. “See? She’s all good on childhood pictures now, Grandma.”

You lick his palm and he yelps, pulling his hand away. “Don’t listen to him! Show me the worst ones!”

Thelma is doubling over in laughter at the two of you, it reminds her of when she had met her husband. “Oh I’ve got more, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” She heads over to the bookcase to start looking for her photo albums. 

Daniel leans down to whisper in your ear so softly that no one else can hear, “You’re so getting it later. You hear me?”

You giggle, “I’m sure I am, Danny…” He loves to talk a big game but hardly ever follows through. You know it’ll end in giggles and a makeout session on your couch. 

He helps Thelma bring over the photo albums, setting them down onto the coffee table before taking a seat next to you. “You better be nice to me about these.”

“Danny how bad could they be? Don’t be so dramatic, we were all dorky when we were younger.” You rub his shoulder comfortingly. You lean against his arm as he opens the first one. The first page is his mom holding him in the hospital, his tiny footprints next to the photo make you tear up a bit.

Thelma tells a small story with each photo, “He was such a smiley baby. The happiest in the family. I remember Gail called me one time to ask if it was normal for a baby to be so happy all the time,” she laughs, “she’s always been such a worrier…”

“You were adorable Danny, your smile is the same now y’know.”

He leans his head against yours, “Some things never change I guess.”

“I’m glad you’ve still got that sweet smile and all those beauty marks.”

He smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead as you continue to look through the photo albums. His face heats up with embarrassment as they reach the elementary school photos. He’s wearing silly graphic tees and missing teeth, new ones growing back into place. There’s photos of him playing video games, kindergarten and 5th grade graduations. Photos of him with childhood friends and peers, most of the names he can’t remember but he has a story for almost all of them. “He had a pet lizard! I begged my parents, and Grandma of course,” he nudges Thelma with his elbow, “for one too. But when I actually went over to his house and saw it in person it scared me so bad I never asked for another pet again!”

“What kind of lizard was it?” You ask curiously. 

“A bearded one, like that dinosaur in Jurassic Park that ate Nedry.”

Your eyes light up, “Ah! I can see why you’d be terrified now.”

He blushes bright red with embarrassment once the middle school pictures start coming up, awkward phases, bad haircuts, and plenty of embarrassing stories. It’s an awful time for everyone but it seemed particularly cringe inducing for Daniel. You and Thelma stifle laughter as he tries to defend his magician phase with his life.

“The girls were into it I swear!”

“Thelma, did you tell him that to make him feel better?” You ask, leaning forward to see her.

“I think I did…”

Daniel dramatically scoffs, feigning offense at her confession.

“Did you like try to pull a flower out from behind a girl's ear?” You joke.

His cheeks turn pink, “I-I…no…”

He’s a little less defensive over his high school photos, you can see him finding his style in every photo. He’s switched out his silly graphic tees for band t-shirts and cardigans, his cargo shorts for skinny jeans. It’s interesting to watch him figure out who he is through photos. You smile at the photos of him at concerts on his tiptoes trying to peer over the shoulders of the people in front of him. There’s ticket stubs from his favorites glued down next to the photos of him at each one. You can tell you would’ve been friends in high school, probably more considering how you ended up. He was your type to a tee. You could imagine asking him out to see whatever indie movie was playing at your local theatre, him slipping his headphones on you in a diner afterwards to show you his new favorite band. You feel a pang of sadness that you didn’t know him back then. You’re grateful to have him now. You cuddle up a bit closer to him as he gets to the final picture, it’s him on graduation day. His hair was grown out and combed back under his graduation cap. His favorite is the shot of Thelma and him together. He has his arm slung over his shoulder as he holds her close.

“Why don’t we take one of you two to add to the album?” Thelma suggests.

You smile and look at Daniel, trying to see how he feels. He’s smiling just as big as you are and he nods, getting up from the couch. “Where’s the camera?”

“It’s in my office on my desk, right by the computer,” Thelma explains. Once he’s walked off to retrieve the camera she leans close to you, taking your hand in hers. “You’re my favorite of the girls he’s ever brought over. Thank you for being so good to him…I think you’re what he needs.”

You feel tears begin to well up in your eyes, your lip quivering. You reach up to wipe your tears and nod, “I think he’s what I need to.” Thelma leans forward and hugs you tight, you pull away with Daniel comes back with the camera.

“Should I call dad to come take it?” He asks Thelma.

“Oh no, dear. This is the one technology I know how to use!” She gets up from the couch and takes the camera from Daniel, directing him to sit next to you. She continues directing the two of you, telling you how to pose. “Danny at least try to look like you love her! You’re so stiff!”

He chuckles and tries to relax, pulling you closer to him. You’re leaned against him, your head on his shoulder as he holds you close. You glance up at him for a second and hear the camera go off. “Oh, I wasn’t ready!”

Thelma smiles down at the photo, turning the camera back around for the two of you to look. It’s instantly your new favorite photo of the two of you. You’re cuddled up, gazing into each other's eyes. “I think it’s perfect, dear.”

[buckleyflower]

If you’re still looking for buddie fic prompts/requests… I’d love to see a 101+12+13 combo!

12. Hiding an Injury

13. “Get some sleep.”

101. “Why do you even care?”

Buck hears Eddie’s words echo through his skull even hours later when it’s dark outside and he should be asleep instead of tossing and turning in his bed hopelessly.

I forgive you.

But did Eddie really mean that?

Buck would have sunk in that hug but Eddie pulled away quite abruptly, as if Buck’s hold hurt his ribs. And that makes Buck’s stomach churn with worry. In reality, Buck wouldn’t have paid much attention to Eddie’s behavior if only he weren’t sure that he has seen quite a few bruises on Eddie’s body during the only time they’ve changed together since he came back.

What’s going on with Eddie?

I forgive you? So tell me what you are not telling me.

That’s the thought that keeps Buck awake until he gives up completely and gets dressed to head to Eddie’s house.

He knows that his friend won’t probably have very nice things to tell him, especially since they haven’t talked about where Eddie’s forgiveness leaves them (also, can Buck meet with Chris again?), but he can’t stand on the sidelines while Eddie is most definitely hiding something from him, especially since he promised himself that he’d never turn his back on him ever again.

“Buck?”

Eddie’s voice is thick with sleep and he looks a bit like a deer in the headlights, a bit spooked by Buck’s presence at his bedroom door.

“I didn’t wanna wake Chris,” Buck mumbles apologetically, and Eddie still thinks that he is crazy but he steps aside to let Buck in his room, instead of continuing whatever this is in the hallway.

“Are you out of your mind, Buck?” Eddie hisses once they’re both sitting on his bed. He passes a hand through his hair, sighing heavily but still looking ahead, avoiding Buck’s gaze completely.

Buck, in turn, has one leg up on the bed, curled into his thigh so that he can look at Eddie. And for the first time, he takes in Eddie’s exhaustion, feeling so, so guilty and sad.

“You’re hiding something from me,” he calmly tells Eddie, as soon as they find their place.

“Buck, did you seriously come to my house at two in the morning to ask me if I’m hiding something?” Eddie retorts, completely bewildered, even if the sight of Buck on his unmade bed makes his stomach swoon.

Funny things happen when you realize you love your best friend.

“No,” Buck says. “I know you are.”

And then, he unashamedly pulls Eddie’s tee up, showing half of his belly before Eddie can pull it down again.

“Buck! What the hell?” Eddie frowns, pulling away.

“You flinch, when— when I tried to hug you, you were wincing, and I saw the bruises, what— what’s going on? Do you have a concussion?” Buck is getting more paranoid by the second, and he cups Eddie’s head with a hand as if he were petting a dog, as though he could spot a concussion with the palm of his hands.

“Sh— stop! Stop!” Eddie whisper-yells, batting his hands away.

“Eddie I’m worried, please, you— you said you forgive me, why are—”

“Why do you even care?” Eddie blurts out, getting his voice under control a tad bit too late. He closes his eyes and prays Chris doesn’t wake up because he is yelling at his best friend. His eyes sting, his head is now throbbing and Buck is looking at him as though he had grown another head.

“I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t— I love you, you gotta know that?” Buck eventually murmurs, through gritted teeth.

This is all his fault.

Eddie’s face does something, twists in a grimace. “You love me? What’s that supposed to mean—”

Buck can’t mean it like that.

He’s laughing self-deprecatingly so Buck cuts him off.

“You— you and Christopher are the most important people in my life, Eddie, I mean it.”

“Funny way to show that.”

“Eddie.”

Eddie didn’t mean to, he really didn’t mean to, it just slipped out. And now he can’t take it back, and Buck is clearly hurting but he can’t stop himself. He has been through hell and he blamed it on Buck. He now understands the reasons behind Buck’s behavior but he has felt so alone, so desperately alone and he just wants this feeling to disappear, he just— he doesn’t want to fight anymore. He almost killed a man, God, if Buck—

Buck places a gentle hand on his cheek, and brushes his thumb under his eye.

When has he started crying?

He is, and Buck is trying to dry his tears.

He is a mess, and Buck— Buck is still here, after all. He doesn’t want to, he wants to be stronger than that, but eventually, he collapses on Buck’s chest, taking his shirt in two fists. “I’m sorry, l didn’t want to,” he babbles, and even if Buck doesn’t understand, he holds him nonetheless.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, sometime later.

“I missed you and— and you—”

Buck feels the pain hit him square in the chest, and swallows it down. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I’m never leaving again if you let me stay.”

“I started street fighting…” Eddie braces for impact but that never comes.

Instead, Buck helps him sit straight and takes his shirt off, delicately. “Did you get your ribs checked out?” He gently asks.

Eddie shakes his head and Buck knows that he would like to closely inspect every single bruise of his, but Eddie looks exhausted, so he just gets up and offers him a hand. “Get some sleep, okay?”

He doesn’t expect Eddie to grip his wrist to get him into the bed. “I was gonna sleep on the couch,” he tells his friend. He wasn’t going to leave, never again.

But Eddie doesn’t seem to like the idea, so he just complies. He gets under the covers and spoons him from behind. “It’s okay,” he reassures him (or himself, he doesn’t really know) and then presses a small kiss on the nape of Eddie’s neck.

He is a bit worried about what will come in the morning but he knows that he will never leave Eddie again.

—

I know this is completely canon divergent BUT— I don’t know, I hope you like it?💓

[babygirl-diaz]

Timeless Chapter 1

This fic is inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Timeless.” 

In which, Buck goes off to fight fires in Austin, leaving Eddie behind this time. He doesn’t know when he will return as the fire is 0% contained. While there, his life takes a turn when he finds a box filled with black and white photos and love letters written between lovers. Taking it upon himself, he tries to find the owner or someone who knows the owner of the box. He uses the only means he has. The internet. But when his Instagram post goes viral, the internet starts to help him find this man. In the meantime, Buck realizes how precious his moments are with Eddie and starts writing letters to him as if they are lovers separated by war in 1944. 

***

Buck hated this. He hated the sad look on Eddie’s face, and he hated that he was the reason for it. “Baby,” Buck whispered, cupping Eddie’s face with both hands and making him lift his head and look at him. Eddie’s wet eyes pulled at Buck’s heartstrings. “I’ll be back soon,” Buck assured Eddie once again. “Promise.” Usually, it was Buck who got left behind, but this time, he was the one leaving the love of his life behind. 

“Why do you have to do this?” Eddie asked, putting his hands on top of Buck’s. 

“You know why, baby,” Buck reminded him. “They need volunteers, and I want to help. I’ll be back as soon as those fires are contained.” He sighed when Eddie sniffled. “I know you wanna come with me, baby, but we can’t uproot Chris’ life.” 

“I know, I know,” Eddie sighed and sniffled again. Then his shoulders started to shake as a laugh slipped past his lips. 

“What?” Buck asked, confused as he looked around. 

Eddie shook his head. “No, this- I- I oddly feel like I am a dame from the 1940s, at the train station, sending the love of her life off to war.” 

“What?” Buck asked and started to laugh, too. 

“Don’t laugh! I’m being serious,” Eddie pouted at him and gently smacked his chest. 

“A dame? Seriously, Eddie?” Buck continued to tease. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I am just going to Austin, not Germany.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes and pushed Buck back, causing him to stumble. 

“Asshole,” Eddie grumbled. 

Buck grinned like an idiot. He was so in love with this man. “You love me regardless,” he told Eddie, pulling his closer by holding his waist. 

Eddie let out a long, put-upon sigh. “Unfortunately.” But then he got sad again and said, “The bus is here.” 

Buck turned around to confirm before turning back to Eddie. “Yep, that’s me,” he said sadly and hugged Eddie, kissing the top of his head. “I love you so much, Eddie. Please take care of… my jeep,” he said teasingly. 

Eddie pulled away from Buck and frowned at him. “Asshole!” Eddie yelled. “I told Father Brian I would be better, but you’re making it really hard.” 

Now, it was Buck’s turn to frown. “Father Brian better keep away from you while I’m gone” 

Eddie smirked at him like a cat with a canary. “Oh yeah? Are you jealous?” 

Buck groaned and rolled his eyes. “No, I just don’t like that priest,” he replied. “You should find yourself an old, grumpy, ugly one.” 

“So you think Father Brian is good-looking? I mean, he is, but-” Eddie started to praise Father Brian, and Buck stopped him. 

“He isn’t good-looking!” Buck huffed and pulled Eddie close, putting a possessive kiss on his lips. 

“Hey, you coming or what?” 

Buck heard someone say and kissed Eddie a few more times before pulling away. “I love you,” he told the other man. “Take care of yourself and Chris for me.” 

Eddie bit his bottom lip and nodded as tears formed in his eyes again. “I love you too,” he said reluctantly, letting go of Buck’s hand. 

Buck got on the Greyhound and kept looking out at Eddie. He sadly waved at his boyfriend, and after the bus pulled away, he took a little box from his jacket pocket and looked at it. He couldn’t gather the courage to do it. And besides, it just didn’t feel like the right moment. He put the ring box back in his pocket and sniffled. 

[randomperson351]

Well taken care of - BH + EM

Summary: You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer.

"Oh, hi."

You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.

Do not repost or rewrite any of my work. Minors and ageless blogs get blocked.

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You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer. A slamming door from a few trailers away caught your attention, luckily the wind had just blown the door shut.

"Oh, hi."

You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.

"Hi, I uh-I didn't realise Eddie had company."

"Well, here I am." Billy leaned his hip on the frame of the door as he took his time roaming his eyes over you. "You want me to get him for you?"

"Please." You nodded.

"Hey freak, you got company!"

"Who is it?" A detached voice shouted through from somewhere within the depths of the trailer.

"One of Buckley's girls."

"Harrington?" It questioned with obvious bewilderment.

"No! I'm sorry princess, what's your name?" Billy turned back to you.

"I'm y/n."

"Billy, I said who is it?" The voice came closer.

"Y/n!"

"Oh!" Eddie ran out from his room and nearly crashed straight into the back of the blonde. "Hey!"

"Hi Eddie, I'm actually looking for Robin I was just wondering if you'd seen her anywhere?"

Eddie shrugged and looked genuinely regretful. "Sorry toots, haven't seen her since the bullshit pep rally, she left with Vickie."

You blew out a breath and tried to keep the exhaustion off your face at the thought of walking home. "Okay no worries, thanks anyway." As you turned to go Billy called out.

"Hey, you wanna use the phone see if you can find her?"

"You can't just offer my phone services." Eddie argued indignantly.

"Edward Waylon Munson! We have a pretty little thing looking for her friend in this shithole of a trailer park and you're going to begrudge her using your phone to find her friend?" Billy asked in a falsely incredulous voice knowing it would rile Eddie up, and rile him up it did.

"Of course I'm not, I'm just saying knowing the contents of most of your phone calls I don't want to encourage the same behaviour to anyone else."

"Does she really look like the type to be making promiscuous phone calls to you?" Billy gestured in your direction.

"Looks can be deceiving, I mean look at Wheeler! Chief editor of the school newspaper and yet she has guns, plural, hidden in her underwear drawer and I know for a fact-" Luckily Billy cut him off before Eddie could really get started on his conspiracy about Nancy Wheeler.

"I didn't ask about Nancy, I asked if you thought the pretty girl in front of us looked like the type to make deviant phone calls?"

"I mean-"

"No, she doesn't." Billy answered for him when Eddie looked ready to pull another argument out of his ass. "You're a good girl, aren't you sweetheart?"

"I don't know the proper way to answer that." You answered quietly, cheeks burning under the blonde's unwavering gaze as he teased you further with a wink.

"Why don't you come in babe?" Eddie saved you from his friend's scrutiny and offered you his hand, taking a step back to allow you space to enter.

"Oh I don't want to interrupt if you're busy-"

"Oh please! My blonde haired blue eyed friend is right, it would be remise of me to make you stay out there on your own looking for Robbie." Eddie insisted, wiggling his fingers.

With a hesitant smile and sigh of resignation you took his hand stumbled forward as you were essentially pulled into the trailer, Billy swinging the door closed behind you.

"You can go back to doing whatever you were doing, I'll just be a minute."

"Take your time sweetheart, we aren't in any rush. Phone's through there." Billy pointed towards the kitchen where the phone was attached to the wall.

"Come and grab me if you need any help." The dark haired man offered before springing back to his bedroom to continue tearing his drawers apart looking for the good weed he'd stashed there especially for the smoking session that usually took place between the two boys.

You watched as Billy walked back into the living room and lit a cigarette while waiting for whatever Eddie was looking for before wandering into the little kitchen and spying the phone on the wall, you dumped your bag down on the closest seat before picking up the phone and first dialling the video store where she worked with Steve.

"Family videos, a film for any of your needs right on your doorstep." His monotonous voice came through the receiver.

"Steve! It's y/n."

"Oh y/n hey! I missed you at the pep rally."

"Yeah I was late getting there, no biggie. I actually called to ask if Robin is with you?"

"Rob? No no she said she was going round yours to hangout after the rally. Is she not there?" Steve asked with a layer of concern audible in his voice.

"Uh no I couldn't find her after it ended." You admitted quietly, pressing the phone harder into your ear in a futile attempt to muffle the conversation from the head of curls that had angled in your direction.

"You need me to come get you? Actually where exactly are you anyway if you didn't leave with Robin?"

"I'm fine Steve don't worry, I'm sure she just forgot and went home so I'll try her there." You tried to placate him, not very successfully if the sputtering on the end of the line was anything to go by.

"Thanks anyway Stevie, bye!" You swiftly hung up the phone before he could protest and scrubbed your hands down your face, rubbing too harshly over your eyes in frustration.

You had officially been ditched so that Robin could swap spit with Vickie.

"Fuck." You swore under your breath as you started dialling the number for Robin's house instead.

"Here." You jolted and spun round at hearing Billy's voice right behind you, offering you a pre-lit cigarette as a sort of peace offering for frightening you. You hadn't even heard him get up.

"Oh, thanks." You took the cigarette and inhaled deeply, feeling the nervous edge you had unwind with the deep breath you were forced to take as the smoke filled your lungs.

"No problem." Again Billy held eye contact with you almost unnervingly until he'd backtracked out of the kitchen.

"Buckley residence." Robin's upbeat voice interrupted the moment you were stuck in with one member of the trailer.

"Robin, its me! Where the hell did you go? We were supposed to hang out after the rally."

"Oh shit y/n, my bad! I'm so sorry I forgot you know what I'm like, I was totally going to wait for you but then Vickie was like touching my arm and asking if we could go back to my place and whispering in my ear and I literally couldn't think straight so we just left and-"

"Got it!" Eddie shouted from his bedroom, waving the bag of weed victoriously over his head as he sprinted back through to the living room to a muttered ''bout damn time' from his counterpart.

"Who was that? Where are you right now?" Your friend asked after hearing Eddie's obnoxious bellow down the trailer.

"Does it matter, Robin? I'm clearly not coming over to yours anymore." You started to get annoyed that Robin just left you at the school and hadn't even remembered until you'd phoned her.

"Well are you going to be safe? I can ask Vickie to come and get you and we can drive you home?"

You stayed silent and pressed your fingertips into the corners of your eyes to stop the tears from falling, no matter how much your throat burned or your nose ran.

"I'll be fine Robin, have a nice day with Vickie." You said after hearing her in the background asking what was taking so long.

"Y/n-"

"She'll be fine Buckley." A heavily ringed hand had taken the phone and hung up for you, a hand belonging to Eddie Munson.

"Go keep Billy company babe, I just need to grab something." It seemed the weed they'd started smoking was already taking effect if Eddie's sudden lazy drawl was anything to go by, or the soft pat to your behind as he ushered you into the lounge where the other boy was. You quietly shouldered your bag along the way, not planning on sticking around for much longer since you would now be walking home.

"You need better friends pretty girl." Billy stated as you walked precariously into the room, eyes flitting over the various mugs that lined the shelves of the Munson's living room. His head lolled on his shoulder so he could see you; a lit blunt in one hand and reaching out with his other to nab the barely smoked cigarette he gave you, taking his own inhale and holding it for a few seconds before breathing out.

"I um- I actually need to get going." You said, gesturing to the front door with every intention of leaving when Eddie reappeared, taking your bag off your shoulder and placing it down on the floor beside him as he retook his position on the couch.

"I'm going to need that-"

"No you won't babe, sit down! Take a load off. You've had a stressful morning." Eddie patted the space between him and his blonde counterpart on the sofa. "Promise we don't bite."

Yet Billy was looking at you like he was starving and you were his next meal.

"Sit down." He repeated Eddie's offer with much less choice in the matter.

You licked your bottom lip into your mouth as you made your way between them, slowly lowering yourself down and scooting back to sit against the back of the sofa, both men watching you with an eerie stillness until Eddie (known for not being able to sit still) snatched the smoking blunt from Billy's fingers and took his own drag, shivering with the renewed rush through his system.

"You ever shotgunned before beautiful?" Eddie asked through a cloud of smoke.

"Uh, no." You admitted, turning your head to face Billy when he wrapped a piece of your hair around his finger and pulled.

"You ever tried weed before?"

Again you shook your head and your breath hitched when Eddie's own fingers started wandering along your thigh, his nails scratching along the seam of your trousers.

"Wanna try?" He offered. "Me and Billy can show you how it's done if you want?"

You hadn't realised how long it was taking you to answer or how close Eddie was to you until he curled his tongue out, licking along your cheek at the corner of your lips. You recoiled in surprise as you watched Eddie take his time tasting the hint of your vanilla lipbalm which unfortunately landed you virtually on top of Billy who now bunched your hair in his fist and gently pulled back, exposing the skin of your unblemished throat to both men.

"I'm not sure about this." You whispered meekly, the sensation of Billy running his nose along your neck was starting to visibly affect you, his open lips dragging along the skin making goosebumps rise underneath them.

"Not sure about what y/n? The fact that your own best friend ditched you for some ass?"

"Or believing it's a bad thing how much you're going to enjoy this?" Billy finished Eddie's sentence, his own tongue coming out to curl against your skin to have its taste.

"I-I'm not sure." Your mind officially left any thoughts behind when Billy pulled your head back down to look at them, the hunger in their eyes enough to make a nun blush.

"Just let us take care of you yeah? Nothin' to worry about." Eddie comforted you, leaning forward to finally press his lips to yours just enough to tease and then pull back. "That okay?"

"Mmhmm." You almost whimpered. Billy tsked, tightening his hand in your hair.

"Words Honey."

"Yes." You did whimper this time when Eddie gave his counterpart a playful shove.

"Don't tease William."

Billy merely side-eyed his companion before using his grip to guide your face to him only, stamping his own kiss onto your lips once, twice, three times before Munson shoved him aside to rest his lips against Billy's; gently blowing smoke into his mouth from the drag he'd taken when the two of you were occupied.

The blonde eagerly inhaled prior to turning back to meet your wide-eyed expression, breathing the smoke stored in his lungs into your own mouth and letting you exhale before sealing your lips back together, the sight of his tongue coming out to tease your own muscle making Eddie clear his throat.

"Give me the blunt, you kiss the girl." Billy rasped, untangling his hand from your hair and practically snatching the smoke from Eddie's guitar roughened fingertips.

It was almost comical how quickly Eddie jumped at the opportunity, wrapping his ring riddled fingers around your throat and using his thumb to keep your mouth open for his tongue to slide in, melting into your mouth like it belonged there in the first place. Billy could feel himself hardening in the denim of his jeans at the sight of you two together, connected by a string of Billy's spit that had been left behind.

You all jumped apart at the sound of a knock at Eddie's door. Sharing glances it was clear you weren't expecting any other visitors and at the second round of knocking Billy hauled himself off the sofa, stopping to bestow a kiss to both you and Eddie, storming off to the front door and fling it open to find the traitor herself.

"Well well well, Buckley and the beast."

"Excuse me?"

"What do you want?" Billy was keen to end this conversation as quickly as possible when the sounds of you Eddie doing more than making out starting reaching his ears.

"Is y/n here? She phoned earlier and I think I heard Munson in the background."

"After you ditched her?"

"Unintentionally." Robin stressed.

"Thereby unintentionally dropping her straight into our laps. I assure you she will be well taken care of."

"Eddie!" Your moan floated through from the lounge.

"Is that-"

"She'll see you later."

Billy kicked the door closed in Robin's face and stripped his shirt off, walking through to see Eddie massacring your neck with his hand stuffed down your trousers.

"Move over Munson, you've had her to yourself long enough."

"Ever heard of sharing Hargrove?" Eddie detached his lips long enough to say.

Billy didn't dignify that with a response, just leaned over you and claimed your mouth as his instead, sharing never having been one of his strong suits.

[moonlight-prose]

How Logan and sore shoulders 🙈

I love your writing btw! The way you write just itches the perfect scratch on my brain ESPECIALLY for logan 😩

note: thank you so much!! it makes me really happy to know my writing itches people's brains. cause that's the best feeling when reading. i went with old man logan for this, because i feel like he'd have sore shoulders the most. just a man who needs to rest for a year and a day. this is based off the song your needs, my needs and i swear i just wanna build a whole universe around it with this old man.

Noticing has always been your love language. Small fractions of a second that play across his grim face weathered by pain. He does his best to never let it show. A small insight into the layers of grief he carried like a cross over his shoulders - enough agony to bring even you to your knees. But on nights when the whiskey was low and his body begged for relief, you caught it.

The wince, the stifled groan he bit back with a thick swallow. The ache in his shoulders coated in scars and muscles you clung to throughout the cold nights. He was hurt...and you could see it.

Even if he didn't want you to.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered into the hot mug of tea he struggled not to pour whiskey into.

"Don't you love me?"

The narrowing glare of his eyes drew a smile across your lips. "'Course I do. Doesn't mean I gotta put up with this."

"Oh fuck off Howlett," you snipped pouring the oil across your hands.

"Fuck off. Who the fuck are ya talkin' to like that-"

Your fingers dug into the taut juncture of his neck, wrenching free a hoarse groan that echoed in the hot air. The snide remark died on the back of his tongue with ease, eyes falling shut with another soft noise of bliss you felt curl into the base of your stomach. He'd never admit to enjoying a massage - ever the man who denied his own needs for others.

But tonight he allowed you to divulge in this small act of love. Domestic, gentle, and built on trust.

He gave into your touch, purring like an overgrown cat finally at peace after so much pain. Digging into the right shoulder blade, you worked free a knot built there through two centuries of fighting. Years that weighed on him - baggage he never asked for.

A legacy he could barely carry on his own.

"Feel good?" you asked softly, lips finding a spot on the back of his hot neck.

He grunted, hand sliding to the back of your thigh behind him. A silent thank you from the man who didn't know how to be taken care of. The caretaker, the giver, the hero who ravaged the world to protect those he loved.

The man who deserved to have his needs met just as he met yours.

[fumifooms]

Makima, devils and self-fulfillment

Dumping some Makima and CSM thoughts after a part 1 binge bc I think about her forever and ever. I’m sure I’m forgetting some devil lore, feel free to correct what i get wrong/what’s been confirmed. On the table of contents there’s why & how Makima got fixated on Chainsaw, her revealing liking for the country mouse and discussion of her nature & emotions & desires. Was the scorpion doomed to be a scorpion?

The most of this post was thought of during a conversation with @saccharineomens and I don’t think it makes sense to jump into the spiral it sent me on without first laying down the interesting groundwork theorizing she did:

"Thinking about how makima herself wants to be deified. I wonder whether she recognizes the difference between Love As Worship and the love that Aki, Power, and Denji had. She says she wants to help humanity by having Chainsawman eat the “bad” devils, but why does she want to help humans? Because she was ordered to by the Prime Minister? No, her drive seems much more personal than that, it seems like she teamed up with the PM for contractual reasons. (In the most recent chapters we see governmental members wanting certain devils to be eaten, too. What was Makima’s relationship with them? She’s too independent to just follow THEIR orders, she’s Control.)

So is she wanting to better humanity for the accolades, or out of the goodness of her heart? She sees the big picture. She sees any small sacrifice as worth it for the end result, and she’s ruthless. Perhaps she thinks that a more sedate human race would be easier to control? But Makima doesn’t loathe humanity. She never acts like she sees all humans as lesser. She loves humanity’s creations, like good food and movies. She just wants Good Things all the time

She says she prefers the country mouse BUT adds a story where she helps exterminate country mice like vermin. She likes the simplicity yet rejects the idea of being simple. Makima the complex individual you are"

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The story itself seems to prefr the country mouse. Well- it strikes a balance, shows that a risk to live good & fully can be very worth it, but still that stability over ambition is preferable, proning having a simple happy life over fame, a simple job instead of a dangerous one, etc etc. And I do find Makima’s answer on this so so interesting, she prefers the country mouse, but this preference isn’t out of affection or sympathy but because of how relaxing it feels to exterminate them when they cause problems.

Order satisfies her. Her order satisfies her. She likes the action of rooting out disorder. Maybe this is the devil part, like how Power especially wants blood and drinking it, I feel there’s an itch to every devil, and for Makima it’s a very rigid world view/morality/standards & making things follow her rules and submit to her order.

And maybe this is why she’s attached to humans too, why she felt it was worth it to stick with the government- because devils are chaotic by nature (it’s a whole plot point that hell is essentially a free-for-all battleground for example), meanwhile humans are the species that universally rule Earth with systems they invented and instilled. They made then enforced rules, complex and intricate webs of them. She feels alienated amongst devils but she understands the humans’ need for an orderly organised society, and now she wants to be part of it. Control and conquest require social dynamics after all, requires civilizations or groups. War is chaotic while peace is, well, peaceful— Makima resents her sisters for being death, famine and war, things that throw the world in such chaos. She wants a world of perfect order, no matter how much collateral damage there will be if the end result is control.

This is even more interesting if you consider that yes, Makima is untouchable of her own design, she deifies herself with her omnipresent amount of control and the sway over others that she seeks and encourages— There is this urge to dehumanize her for it, that yes, she is the devil of control and that means she was never going to be any different, have any more feeling be any less uncanny. And I love part 2 so much for this, because it shows us the war devil and the famine devil and we see how frankly uncharismatic with poor self-discipline they are, Nayuta too, and it helps us realize just how much Makima’s success was self-made.

She admires Chainsaw Devil, the Hero of Hell, because he had his own code and his own rules and he made Hell, the chaos pit, submit to them unfailingly. Wherever he goes he decides what he does and what happens to the people he encounters but does so consistently, he has his mechanism and his rules that he always obeys, and he fulfills them every time. It’s still a mystery the why of Chainsaw Devil’s behavior back then and how it works exactly, maybe Pochita left hell because he was tired of these rules he lived by like chains, but still, he was a servant to his code. Makima would have been glad being killed and eaten by Chainsaw Devil because it’d have been becoming part of his design, his conquest, his domination, she’d have been part of that —his— order. Through her death she would be shaping his world and be part of a conqueror’s making history. Like how she appreciates the country mice that die for the sake of order. Like how sacrifices must be made to herself, like listing the name of every person whose life was lost to the Gun Devil— All for the ~greater good~, for her vision for the world. Conquest always thinks its reasons are justified.

And she does mention with the country mice thing that she goes out to a friend’s farm every year! She has a human friend?? That she visits yearly and she genuinely likes it?? Ultimately she lives a busy city life because of her goal and drive and her urge & satisfaction with overseeing shaping the world herself, but part of her, like so many characters including Angel and Aki and Reze, wishes she could live a slow peaceful country life. Moviegoing and dogs and mice in a farm- Wouldn’t it be so much simpler if Makima could find fulfillment and happiness in being a farmer, in keeping control of her own farm, getting satisfaction from exterminating vermin and expertly getting everything right, the right crops grown at the right time on the right soil? Here, too, in a way it’s trying to have full control of an ecosystem, but her goals would be easier to achieve and better, without ceaseless sacrifice or much pressure. But Makima wants grandiosity and her goal does matter to her on a fundamental and moral level, she does think she knows what’s best for the world, and with the power to change it why wouldn’t she strive to? Visiting the farm is just a break, just something she does in fall to help out and just in time to see the vermin extermination. It calms her, then it’s back to actual work.

In capitalism, even the one at the very top of the ladder is ultimately alienated from others and often unsatisfied by their lifestyle, always wanting more and more power because surely that’s the extra edge they must be missing to be content— like how Makima thinks she wants to dominate Chainsaw Devil instead of being his equal. And she says it herself too, she likes humans the way humans like dogs…….. And she keeps so many dogs :( Makima prefers the country mice because they’re calming to root out, maybe because she usually mainly deals with city mice. It’s very easy to equate humans to the mice in this allegory because it’s pretty direct and she’s already likened humans to lesser animals compared to her. She’s self-isolating by design for her design but she still craves relationships and contentment, and the dogs are the embodiment or her want for bonds and occasional simplicity because there is no possible ulterior motive, no way they tie back into her wider plan. They’re her personal life— something that feels so alien when speaking about Makima. Personality and individuality and likes and preferences and friends they visit every year. She likes how easily she can train a dog and how they become putty in her hands, at her beck and call, how much they love her and how much she enjoys their love. How simple and straightforward and easy it is. She keeps them because she likes being loved by them and loving them, and she’s gotten and raised so many. A conqueror always wants more and more and more, is never satisfied.

Devils and agency

Like Power the blood devil wanting blood and having a fixation on drinking it like with Denji’s, or how it was shocking that the violence devil was pretty tame and nice and how he himself theorized it was because he was a fiend and possessing a human body… There’s something to be said about nature vs nurture with the devils. The way they reincarnate and always embody their fear makes it seem categorically like nature, that they always always end up fulfilling the role they were named after and born to fill… Outside influence they’re helpless but to conform with. Like the humans accepting their spot in the social ladder and the shittiness of their living conditions and job under capitalism. Makima craved being equals with someone despite being the control/conquest devil, Angel Devil despite claiming to be a devil who likes to see humans dying was haunted by their deaths and wanted to avoid ones like Aki’s. The Ghost Devil being ironically haunted by Himeno, seemingly helping Aki in her memory out of… Lasting affection? Or maybe it was less about being haunted itself and more about it recognizing how Himeno haunted Aki, and acknowledging that, with the memento, paying her respect to the ghost of her. It’s Angel Devil’s devil nature that makes him like human suffering, so then is it his angel nature too to still care about their deaths? Is there truth to this or is that just personality, just our confirmation bias haunting every part of their identity like it might in their own view of themselves too? We do know different reincarnations of devils do have different personalities after all.

Yoru, war devil, is the most interesting one when talking about the nature vs nurture debate with devils. There is how through her we see the perhaps the most the consequences of a devil stopping being feared— we see a horseman for a concept as universal and horrifying as war be reduced to some bird who needs a contract with a human to have any power even just on the situation when meeting Asa. And through the story we get to know her better, and it becomes clear that her goal is fueled in good part by simply wanting to be remembered and respected through fear. Liked, validated, seen a powerful. But what is more isolating than war? Or control? We also see Nayuta accepting others’ house rules. If part 1 shows perhaps the futility of running away from the truth, with Denji’s memory, with escapist coping mechanisms, with passivity and denial under a corrupt system and with abusive relationships- running away from your own feelings and from the reality of things and from all that you are, more complex than simply human or devil or both or neither— part 2 builds upon the theme of cult of personalities, the chainsaw church, etc. The apocalypse is coming, but this celebrity superhero might save us all, or doom us all uh, dunno. The hero of hell reliving the cycle of pressure from responsibilities and expectations, maybe the part will end with Denji running away like Pochita did~

But yes, on the reverse, I think Famine is a very interesting example of how a devil’s namesake may be more innate than coerced by circumstances. One would think that a famine devil would only like inflicting famine upon others, not being famished itself, but Famine has a bottomless stomach that can never, ever be satisfied, sated. I struggle to find a psychological explanation for this, except that maybe instead of her being hungry it’s her feeling empty when she’s not eating, tasting and having that high sensory experience that releases serotonin in humans, sort of like drugs? But I do take this as a step towards the compulsion theory overall, feels like a reach in the consistency otherwise. And compulsion does not mean it’s something that they like nor that it’s something that they fight against, pretty neutral, just a nature that nudges you towards one path. Maybe it’s even just their go-to for entertainment. Maybe it’s the only thing that makes them feel right and whole. But still the debate remains, what is it, a compulsion or an urge or an itch or an active desire or a conscious chosen want? Does it change anything in practice?

And because of all of this earlier, devils being self-fulfilling prophecies with their role is not in unsignificant part nurture, because doing their atrocities is how they stay remembered— feared, powerful, known— hell and devils are a very isolating place and breed after all, and we do see devils can want companionship. Existentially, it’s their purpose and how they justify their place in the world, in the terrifyingly vast and unknowable cosmos.

We still know so little of what makes Chainsaw Devil so special, why his carnage is so self-controlled. Despite a chainsaw maybe being possibly one of the most "nature" thing you can be— a tool to cut things, a human tool that can be helpful for many things, something to be wielding by another at their judgement on what they decide, but mainly something to cut, a tool suited for carnage, to hurt and to destroy. A blade with a toothed chain, spinning around and around and around endlessly on the same road at the same pace. Such a…. Innately circular concept. And yet the Chainsaw Devil is his own, not driven by an urge or by chaos but his very own brand of order, his own unique assigned purpose, a "if you call i’ll come running to help" policy equalizing everyone. He chooses to withhold his destruction and interference otherwise, and then he chooses to be used. If it’s a choice, of course.

Maybe this is what inspired Makima so much, that Chainsaw Devil could decide what to make of himself despite expectations or innate role. Because even Hell he decided & managed to subjugate under his will and whim, with a precise vision and process. When Chainsaw Devil acts like Denji or is defeated, Makima clicks her tongue and loses her admiration and respect. Makima admired and liked Chainsaw Devil, but only as long as he matched her great image of him in her mind, as long as he followed he rules for what she thinks he should be like. She admired him for his unrivaled self-made success, but once he stepped out of that to truly embody self-fulfillment and agency, disappearing from hell to live on his own road at the beat of his own drum… Well. Surely that was a mistake she has to correct. However their second battle ends, the better conqueror will have prevailed and she’s happy about that, all in the spirit of domination and subjugation.

Imo Makima’s biggest tool, similarly capitalism’s most helpful effect for its own purposes, is complacency. Resignation and passivity helps uphold the system and go along the flow of the will of the people in power. Aki and Reze go along with orders even when knowing their job is trash, etc. In Angel Devil especially we see him go along with the flow uncaring about anyhing, and we discover it was in part due to Makima taking away memories that motivated him. If every devil decides this is just how things are and how things should be that’s what they’ll continue to be and do mindlessly, not pursuing a better life like Chainsaw Devil and Denj and not seeking to change the world like Makima. I think even Makima veils herself to a lot of things, she doesn’t like to think deeply about some things, like her desire for connection, or how making bad movies disappear is strenuous and unsustainable and requiring sacrifices at best— how her judgement is as subjective as anyone else. How liking the country mouse and her friend back at the farm and her dogs could be not devoid of sentimality. Wanting bad movies erased is her one biggest show of selfishness, of pettiness and individuality, it’s about her tastes, simple as. About how she can have tastes, and cry seeing a scene of people hug, and want things that aren’t logical, her ideology and mind twisted into a pretzel to avoid acknowledging that she doesn’t live and breathe purely for the mission she’s made a single-minded robot out of herself to accomplish. Nayuta is assertive and selfish and loud, Makima is manipulative and strategically both for her goals and for coping hollow.

Everything in her plans and goals she says is for the greater good, necessary evil, manufactured happiness the way she’ll have decided for people— and that’s the thing isn’t it, like with War, it’s the crack that shows it was all truly about herself after all. Her self-made deification still had the flaw that a self made it. Makima is not omniscient, and it’s not Chainsaw Devil the not-so-fellow-kindred-soul conqueror who gets the best of her, but a city mouse, a dog, someone she would have never thought to respect, Denji.

[dootznbootz]

I think some folks MAY have gotten the wrong idea about how I feel about Circe with some of my posts. So, to clear the air...

Homies, I love that fucked up sorceress.

I love how we're never given a reason why she turns people into animals. That's so funny and so awful. And another potion-making magic gal?!?! I love that she's just basically vibing on an island doing whatever she wants. I even love the fact that she scares Odysseus shitless! She's morally gray and that's why she's FUN.

I just sincerely hate when people try to girlboss her or have her be a victim of SA when she never was Looking at you, Miller. Especially when she was actually the one who coerced Odysseus in exchange for his men being transformed back into humans. And even then, while he was clearly afraid of her, (it's in the language of the Odyssey) she likely meant him no harm after a certain point. He just didn't know that.

Why does she need a reason to do awful things? Why can't she just be a goddess who does whatever she wants? That's the reason why I love her!!! She's fucked up!!! :D

I hate what the Telegony did to her as well! >:( You're telling me, this sorceress goddess, who makes potions (!!!) wouldn't have magic contraceptives??? Would WANT CHILDREN?!?! WITH THE PATHETIC WIFEMAN?! No. Fuck no. Eugammon of Cyrene, I have beef with you 🤬

Anyways!!! Understand all the "#anti circe" I have is simply Anti "Girlboss Circe" or the book. I genuinely think she's neat af as her morally gray, fucked up sorceress self and just get frustrated with...everything :'D

[puppppppppy]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........