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hehe-69 · 2 months ago

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Bonfire part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Warnings: WOLFPACK!!!! FLUFF ~IDIOTS IN LOVE~ lil bit of angst ~Low key Jared slander but it’s for the sake of comedy~ ARGUING CUSSING ~LONG ASS POST~ sorry

I’m having a lot of fun writing this long fic. My favorite part so far is writing for the Wolfpack so definitely expect to see more of them. As always I hope you enjoy!

Summery: Jacob and reader’s relationship has reached a new level of intimacy but questions left unanswered are holding them back from becoming something more. Will Jacob tell them about imprinting, or will he cover it up in hopes that they choose him without feeling an obligation to do so. In other words Jacob is feeling insecure because someone he thought he loved didn’t love him enough *cough cough Bella Swan cough cough* Reader and Jacob get into an kinda argument in this one Did I mention Angst in the warning? It’s only a little, barely even noticeable. Jared and reader have biblical level beef (affectionately)

Also if you couldn’t tell, Embry is my second favorite werewolf right behind Jacob Balck

I hope you like it and don’t think it sucks🤠👍

As you’re packing up your bag to go back home, Jacob invites you to a Wolfpack Bonfire at the beach of La Push. Of course you say yes, but little did you know…it’d change you and Jacob’s relationship forever.

(Basically this part is about you and Jacob making it official and working out the kinks of your relationship. Before Jacob goes full yearning mode on you)

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On the ride to La Push you are in the cab of Jacob’s truck with Emily, Sam (both in the front with Sam driving), Leah, and Seth(sitting in the back with you in the middle). While the rest of the boys including Jacob are in the bed of the truck with the fire wood. Jacob had been watching you warmly from his spot in the bed of the truck, smiling as he watched you talk with Leah and Seth.

“Glad to see you’ve finally moved on from Bella Jacob.” Embry teases him and shoulder bumps Jacob, who immediately looks annoyed. “Yeah no kidding!” Quill agrees sitting across from Jacob. “Your pining was starting to get hard to watch. Like, I felt bad for you.” And the boys laugh and makes sounds of agreement.

“Haha, okay you can all shut up now.” Jacob hisses at them, Embry puts his hands up. “Hey man, don’t take it out on us. We’re just observers.” Then Embry looks at Jacob seriously. “But on a serious note, you’ve always looked happier around (Y/N). It’s about time you realized how much better they are for you. I mean it’s only been horrendously painful to watch you two act like idiots in love.”

“It was nothing like that!” Jacob exclaims. “Oh it wasn’t huh?” Quill pipes up and his tone turns teasing. “Shall we reenact your internal obsessive monologue once more.”

“Oh I hope (Y/N) is okay.” Jared begins as desperation fills his voice. “I hope they don’t think I don’t care about them anymore.” Quill says dramatically. “Oh no what if they hate me now.” Embry whines. “Why didn’t I invite them to hang out more when I had the chance” Jared says and grabs onto Quill shaking him as he speaks. “Maybe I should call them” Embry adds. “Maybe I-“Okay I think he gets the point.” Paul pipes up, cutting Quill off. Paul himself is annoyed listing to them all talk. “But really man,” Paul looks Jacob in the eyes. “It’s that obvious.” And Jacob groans and throws his head back.

“Yeah I think I’m getting that impression.” Jacob says sass dripping from his voice. “Dude you were all over (Y/N) at Emily’s after Paul almost mulled them and Bella. No one could get them to snap out of it but you put a hand on their back and boom.” Jared keeps on going on and on. But Paul doesn’t snap at him, instead he starts to look really guilty.

Jacob begins to blush at that and stammer. “Oh my God.” Quill says watching Jacob’s reaction. “HOLY SHIT YOU LOV-“Keep your fucking voice down dumbass!” Paul hisses, cutting Jared off and saving Jacob’s ‘secret’. “Anyone can hear your loud ass mouth from miles away.”

The boys continue to pick on Jacob for the entire ride, even PAUL joins in at one point. But Jacob can’t help but feel like he deserves it, he spent months lying to himself, telling himself he loved Bella not you. But it never changed anything, and now his more scared then ever.

What did he have to offer you, Jacob isn’t the boy he was before, he isn’t as carefree and honest. He’s lied to you, betrayed you when you needed him, ghosted you for weeks, left you out of the group to spend one on one time with Bella, and you never even once judged him for any of it. And it only made it sting more. Jacob isn’t the kind of monster anyone can love.

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You’re not sure what it is, but you feel this heart-aching sensation in your chest. It’s the kind you feel sympathetically for a person who’s deeply upset. “Weird.” You whisper to yourself. “Are you okay (Y/N)?” Leah asks you her voice is filled with concern as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “You look really upset.”

“I’m okay. I promise.” You say reassuringly but Leah isn’t convinced, she lets it go for now. But she keeps an eye on you as you and Seth start talking about how excited you both are for the bonfire.

Sam glances over at his fiancée in the passenger seat, and they share a knowing look. Sam is telepathic after all and he’s Alpha of the pack (ugh🤢 I can’t write the word alpha without cringing). No one can hide something from him for long, not even Jacob Black.

Sam isn’t upset Jacob hid the imprint from him, he’s upset that Jacob hid it from you. He understands why he might, Jacob never really did have the best outlook on the topic on imprinting. Sam can hear what Jacob thinks of himself, and it makes the man grip the steering wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn white.

Sam isn’t the best leader, he’s painfully aware of that. But he truly cares for every single member of his pack, and he hates when what they are limits them. It should make them proud, not scared or sad.

This is their heritage, their clan’s legacy and he wants them to be proud of what they are and what they can do. They are worriers and protectors, but they are also sons and daughters, family and friends, and they shouldn’t be afraid to be loved. And he is so painfully aware that he is the reason that they are all so scared, he’s let is own failures, fears and shortcomings make them sacred of hurting the people they love the way he hurt Emily.

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There are moments during the Bonfire set up that make everyone in the pack and you forget about vampires and battles. And within that moment, you’re all normal people, teens who still have childish behaviors and like to pick on one another.

Here are some moments that remind you all how beautiful and fun being around friends and loved ones can be. Even tho you roast and pick on one another.

As you walk along the beach of La Push for a bit while the boys unload the wood from Jacob’s truck, and you noice a small mud crab sitting comfortably in the sand. Your eyes begin to gleam with mischievous intent as a mastermind plan forms in your brain.

(If you don’t like crabs or anything you can change it to something you’re more comfortable with. But try to imagine something Jared will HATE)

You walk up to Jared with an evil smile on your face, crab in hand but hidden behind your back. This is going to be glorious. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Jared asks, he eyes shine with confusion and a concern for his own safety as you don’t reply. Instead your smile widens as you shove the crab in Jared’s face, the boy immediately starts sprinting away from you screaming his head off as you chase with with the poor crab.

“(Y/N) IM BEING SO FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!!!! GET THAT FUCKING THING AWAY FROM MEEEE!!!!” Jared screeches of horror only fuel your resolve to tournament him with the small crustacean. “BUT JARED ITS JUST A LIL CRAB!” You sing song as you continue to chase after him.

“HE MADE FUN OF ME FOR BRING CAPRISUNS TO THE BONFIRE AND THEN PROCEEDED TO DRINK ALL OF MY CAPRISUNS!!!” Seth shouts, and you’re shocked, you never thought such a sweet boy could look so so very angry. “Sam it’s either you punish him or I beat the shit out of him and both my fits are already up.” Leah says, defending her brother and she looks like she’s about to ripp Jared’s head off.

“It’s okay because what I lack in brains I make up for in personality.” Jared defends himself after stacking the wood wrong. “Who told you that?” You and Jacob ask him at the same time acting genuinely concerned and the pack laughs at the witty response you and Jacob delivered. “I hate you both.” Jared hisses and you smile and tell him you hate him more. Jacob laughs as he stands there with crossed arms, watching you and Jared argue like siblings.

“WHAT WAS THE FUCKING PONT OF EATING EACH INDIVIDUAL PART OF THE GOD DAMN S’MORE INSTEAD OF MAKING A FUCKING S’MORE YOU ULTIMATE BITCH!” You watch Quill smile to himself proudly as he has effectively rage baited Paul, sending him into a reasonable crash out about the sanctity of s’mores.

“When’s the last time you two were here together?” You ask Quill and Embry, they used to go to La Push all the time. “A couple of weeks ago?” Quill offers out the estimate. “Feels like a lifetime.” Embry says with fake desperation as he looks Quill in the eyes and leans in like he’s going to kiss the boy. “EEEWWWW!! STOP TRYING TO FUCKING KISS ME YOU FREAK!!!” Quill screeches as he pulls away from Embry.

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BONFIRE TIME

By the time everything was set up and you all were huddled in a circle by the fire, there was just a sliver of light that could be scene peaking out from the waters. It was significantly colder than you anticipated, but luckily for you Jacob brought a jacket with him just because he knew you’d end up cold. So there you are, sitting on a log with Jacob Balck, in his jacket that smelled like him, laughing and telling stories with the Wolfpack.

“Okay,” Quill begins, “I’m not blowing shit up your ass this is so good.” Quill had his eyes closed eating a properly made s’more. “I’m not sure that’s a saying.” Paul instantly replies as everyone else around the fire is dying laughing. “I’ll tell you what I’m NOT doing is blowing shit up your ass.” Embry says making fun of Quill who is now wheezing and trying to not choke. “It’s smoke.” You manage out through your laughter. “Whatever man I hate this fucking family.” Quill says, beat red and embarrassed, still laughing at himself as he pretends to walk away from the group to never return. By the time he comes back everyone has calmed down, and as soon as he sits they all continue to pick on him.

As Jacob leaves to get more wood for the fire, the topic of imprinting comes up. “What’s imprinting?” You ask, and all the boy look around at each other you notice that the word makes Leah’s face turn sour and Seth’s hand pats his sister comfortingly.

“It’s something that differs for each member of our pack.” Sam begins slowly. “For some of us, it’s a life changing experience, and for others it’s a curse. I’m assuming you’ve heard of soulmates?” Sam looks to you for conformation and you nod your head. “It’s kind of like that, but more. When we imprint on someone, it forms a connection, a bond that cannot be broken or ignored. What it is goes beyond romance or friendship, it’s like…opening your eyes and realizing you’ve lived your who life blind. Stumbling in the darkness and suddenly, there’s light. Whoever we imprint on is that light.”

You think over what happened that night with Jacob, and realized that feeling, those memories and everything that happened. It wasn’t some stressed induced hallucination. It was real, Jacob imprinted on you. “Does Jacob know about imprinting?” You ask, you can’t think of why he wouldn’t tell you for any other reason than him not knowing.

“Does he know about imprinting.” Embry restates your question, laughing to himself. “He’s like the number one hater of imprinting. He says it takes our freedom away from us and our genes convince us to be happy about it.” Embry’s words hit you like a truck, it’s like a bucket of ice cold water is dumped over your head.

Jacob hates imprinting, and he’s imprinted on you, what does this mean for you relationship. Did you unknowingly force him into kissing you just because you wanted him to. You feel like you’re going to be sick and stand up to walk across the beach.

“Hey wait-“Let them go. They need time to think.” Sam tells Leah and she eyes him suspiciously. “You know something don’t you?” Leah accuses and Sam sighs. “It’s not my secret to share.” Sam says simply.

“Where is (Y/N) going? What happened?” Jacob immediately starts questioning the group once he returns.

“We were just talking about imprinting and they got really pale and ran off.” Jared says simply not thinking anything of it. “Shit.” Jacob mumbles to himself before dropping the wood and running after you.

“Huh? Anyone else confused about what the hell all of that was about.” Quill’s face is full of confusion as he watching Jacob run after you. “I think I’ve got an idea.” Embry internally winces at the thought that maybe Jacob imprinted on you and they spilled the beans before he could.

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“(Y/N)!” Jacob yells after you, you’re about 30ft away from the bonfire by the time he catches up to you. “What hap-“Why wouldn’t you tell me about this Jacob.” You ask as desperation fill your voice as you spin around to face Jacob. “Is it because I’m not her?” Your voice cracks and Jacob’s pained face twist to one of pure horror. “Of course not-“Then why…why hide this. Are you ashamed of me, did us kidding mean nothing to you? Was it just some type of distraction?!” Jacob hates how small and desperate for answers you look right now. Jacob would never be ashamed of you, never. “(Y/N) I just wanted you to have a choice. I wanted you to not feel obligated to be with me because I imprinted on you.” Jacob says imprinted like the very word leave a bad taste in his mouth.

Suddenly you feel like you’re going to throw up. “The imprint showed us what we mean to one another.” Your voice cracks as bitterness fills your throat. “I’ve waited years for you. I waited patiently, I accepted the possibility that you might’ve never wanted me the way I wanted you. I was always there when you needed me. Why would you ever think I wouldn’t want you, Jacob.” Jacob doesn’t say anything, he just stares at the sand in silence and you watch in horror as his tears fall onto it.

“Jacob…loving you is a blessing to my life, but it’s also one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I want to make you happy, I want to be the reason you smile. But I can’t do that if you continue to shut me out.” You say and Jacob nods silently. You want him to scream or shout or do anything but he just stands there. Sad, heartbreakingly small and broken looking. “I’m going to take a walk down the beach. Come find me when you’re finally ready to talk to me about this.” You say, knowing that you both need to think about everything that’s happened today.

“Okay.” He whispers out. And you turn around and walk down the beach, sobbing softly into the darkness.

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(I shit you not as I was writing this confession scene Champagne Coast by Blood Orange came on and it made this so much sweeter.)

You sit in the sand and reply what you said over and over again. You feel cruel and pathetic for saying those things to Jacob, you made him cry. But he made you cry too. Sometimes people need to learn how to communicate their feelings before the situation gets blown out of proportion. You’re guilty for this, pretending that Jacob’s actions didn’t sting, like it didn’t kill you inside to know Bella came first over and over again. You don’t want to be some placeholder, you don’t want to be who he wants just because he can’t have her.

So you sit there, dissociated from reality, holding your knees to your chest and staring off into nothingness. You feel numb and disembodied as you mull over your words and actions, and think of thousand different things you could’ve done better.

Once again it’s that same impossibly warm hand on your back and that same breath upon your right ear that pulls you back into reality, the on that tethers you to the earth once more, the one that brings you back from the deep suffocating ocean of your own mind.

You’ve parked yourself a long ways away from the bonfire up the beach. “I’m sorry, I never wanted you to feel like that…I just wanted-I wanted you to have a choice. Without feeling like you had to choose me because of some ancient wolf thing.” Jacob repeats says, sincerely and so bitterly as he rubs circles against your back that sooth your aching soul.

He wants you to want him for him, not for the sake of his sanity or his soul. But because you feel something when you look at him, because you care weather he stays or goes. He wants you to want him to have and to hold, he wants you to tell him that he’s the only person that you want. That you want to have him and never let him feel lonely.

Jacob sits next to you in the sand with his arms on his knees, and you lean your head on his shoulder. He sucks in a breath and breathes out shaky. “I’m sorry,” he begins. “I want to protect you. I want to keep you in my life, but I also wanted you to have a chance to live a normal happy apple pie life. You can’t have that with me.” Jacob’s voice is sad and soft, and it makes your insides twist. “Have you ever considered…that maybe I don’t want an apple pie life.” Your voice is soft as you move your head to look at his face. “All I want is you, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Jacob turns and looks you in the eyes, you lift your head off his shoulders and your to your body towards him. Now sitting on your knees in the sand, you bring your hands up to cradle his face in them. “I thought you could’ve seen that…” you whisper as you stroke Jacob’s cheek, the look in his eyes steals the breath from within your lungs. He’s looking at you as if you mean more than anything else around you. “That night when the imprint happened, I saw myself through your eyes. I thought the same thing happened to you, I thought you knew what I feel for you.” You’re leaning forward now, letting your nose brush against Jacob’s, and you swear you hear him whine. “I love you, more than anything.” Your voice is full of emotion as you pull back just enough to look him in the eyes. “I would know you blind, by touch alone. I would know you by how you breaths came against my skin.” And Jacob’s breath hitches, he closes his eyes and wills himself to speak. “You have no idea how much I love you.” Jacob whispered as he turns his body to face yours. He’s on his knees now too and his hands rest on your hips as he puts his forehead against yours. “You the only thing in my life that brings me peace. You’re the light when I’m lost in the dark, and warmth when I shiver in the cold. I’ve never been good with words, but I want you to know.” Jacob’s voice breaks off at the end and his hands slide up to rest on your waist. “To me…to me you are all and more. I don’t want to ever be somewhere where you can’t follow. I want you to be with me, in this life and whatever follows next. It kills me to know I made you think I was ashamed you were my imprint.” He whispers out as if it physically pains him. “You are so beautiful, and smart, and passionate and so fucking patient.” Jacob laughs out softly. “You are everything to me, you are the very air that I breathe. I promise to show you the deep well of my devotion, till your sick and tired of me.” Not good with words my ass you think to yourself as you laugh out breathlessly. It’s like a weight has been lifted, and you smile as you wrap your arms around Jacob’s neck and let one hand thread through his hair.

“Sweet talker.” You laugh out weakly, and Jacob chuckles tiredly. And he doesn’t kiss you, he pulls you into a bear hug of an embrace instead. He grips you tightly and breathes you in as he burrows his head into the curve of your neck. And you hold him as close as possible, a tenderness beyond your whildest dreams fills the very depths of your souls. And you both sit there, listening to each other’s breathing. This kind of intimacy reaches beyond the act of kissing, simply holding each other and basking in each others company. It mends the holes ripped into your hearts from every moment the two of you suffered apart from one another.

And there, in your arms, Jacob feels whole and complete. He feels like more then just some monster, he feel the love you possess for him, the devotion, the tenderness, every ounce of his body and soul buzzes with electric energy. And something deep inside of Jacob heals, a wound that’s been bleeding and burning for months.

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You both return to the bonfire hand in hand and are greeted by cheering. “THANK FUCK YOURE BOTH FINALLY TOGETHER I WAS ABOUT TO LOOSE MY SHIT IF I HAD TO SPEND ANOTHER 5 MONTHS-“JARED!!!!” Paul practically screams as he grabs hold of the boy. “Shut the fuck up and let them be happy!”

“Hey what’s going on???” Jared asks confused as fuck as the scene fades to black

The writer is ending this part because their thumbs are starting to hurt and they need to force themselves to stop writing.

I’ve officially lost my marbles

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Guys, I cannot tell you how much I struggled with this part. I’m so sleep deprived rn but I finished it.

I pray y’all like it because I spent wayyyy too much time on it. I’m sorry it’s so long.

Thank you for reading this far! Part 7 will be shorter and have more Wolfpack and lighthearted moments. It’ll be about the rest of the time at the Bonfire and then I’ll write more parts that follow the plot line after.

Feel free you request anything you’d like to see in future parts as a reward for putting up with my shitty writing skills<3

Love ya🫶

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saveyourblood · 5 months ago

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Pretty Boy - Ch 15 (Buddie x Reader)

Summary: Buck’s hands trail down to your hands. He takes his in yours. “Do you love him?” “Buck.” “I know you love me,” Buck continues, playing with your fingers. “You know I love you. But I’m asking if you love him.” The one where you’re an advanced paramedic, Buck and Eddie are firefighters, and you think you might be in love with both of them.

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch 10 | Ch 11 | Ch 12 | Ch 13 | Ch 14

(gif made by me) Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: angst, discussion of feelings (idk it feels worth a warning)

You slowly blink awake, wincing at the harsh sunlight flooding Eddie’s bedroom window. You roll over and sit up, stretching your hands over your head. You let out a groan as your spine cracks in protest.

You yawn, rubbing your hand down your face as you walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Your throat dries when you see Buck and Eddie sitting at the kitchen table.

“Hey,” you greet awkwardly, then make a beeline towards the coffee maker.

“You aren’t supposed to drink coffee if you’re…”

“If I’m what, Buck?” You chuckle lightly as you grab a mug. “You can say the word ‘pregnant.’ It’s not a curse or something.”

Buck lets out a breath that resembles a laugh. “Right. Sorry.”

You shrug it off. “Besides, pregnant people can have 200mg of caffeine a day, which is about a cup and half of coffee.”

Buck looks at Eddie.

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Are you gonna take it away from her? Because I’m not.”

You lean against the counter with a satisfied grin.

Buck takes a sip of his own coffee. “So, we’re really doing this?”

Your grin fades and your mouth fills with sand. “Uh, yeah, I guess. I mean, this isn’t how I imagined it happening, but… I always knew I wanted at least one kid.”

You’re not naive; this is far from the ideal circumstance. Your jobs are demanding and unpredictable, and adding school on top of it, your life is already chaotic. Adding pregnancy and an eventual baby to the mix? You have no fucking idea how you’ll make it work.

But… you should make it work. Because even if it’s the wrong timing, you have a lot of factors working in your favor. You have a successful career that earns you a decent income. You have not one, but two committed partners. You’re nearing your 30s. It’ll probably never be a ‘good’ time to have a kid, so this might be as good as it’ll get.

At the end of the day, though, you’re only in it if they are, too.

“What do you boys think?”

“I think…” Buck starts, then leans back in his chair. “I think it’s your decision.”

Oh. Wow. He’s… considering other options. Or at least, he’s putting those options on the table. And you know why: it’s because he’s a good man. He doesn’t want you to feel trapped. He’s giving you an out.

But you don’t want an out. And him giving you an out means you can’t help but wonder if he also wants an out. And thinking about that makes your heart fall into your stomach.

“Okay,” you eventually say. You somehow manage to keep your voice level. “Eddie, what about you?”

Eddie breathes in through his nose. You watch his chest rise and fall. “Honestly?”

You nod. You want — need — nothing but complete and utter honesty.

“I’ve always wanted Christopher to have a sibling.”

You smile. You can see Buck nudge Eddie’s foot under the table.

“But, of course, it’s your body, so it’s your choice,” Eddie quickly adds.

You set your coffee cup on the counter behind you so you can wrap your arms around Buck’s shoulders. “I wanna do this.”

Buck turns in your arms to look up at you. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

A smile creeps across his face. He gently pulls your arm so you’re to the side of him. He sets a hand on your stomach. “There’s a baby in there.”

You run a hand through his hair, then look across the table at Eddie. “ Our baby is in there.”

Eddie smiles. You cock your head, silently prompting him. He takes the hint and pushes away from the table, joining the two of you on the other side. He stands between the two of you, setting a hand on each of your shoulders.

“Hey, you have a pregnant girlfriend now, so you can’t be doing stupid shit,” you say softly, wrapping your free arm around his waist.

Eddie’s smile softens a little as he nods. “I’m gonna talk to Bobby, get set up to talk someone.”

“Good,” you say, kissing his cheek, “because we need you around. All three of us.”

Eddie kisses your forehead, then the top of Buck’s head.

Eddie doesn’t talk about his feelings. It’s probably because he grew up in a house where people didn’t talk about their feelings. Sometimes, though, Eddie really thinks it’s just the way that he is. Some people have no problem discussing emotions, and some people… are Eddie Diaz. It’s not a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

“So… what would you like to talk about, Eddie?”

“I… don’t know,” Eddie says with a sigh.

There are a lot of things he probably should talk about. There’s probably a lot of childhood trauma to unpack, and don’t even get him started on the dead wife and sudden single father thing. He could talk about his parents or his time in the army. The thing is, though, is he doesn’t want to talk about any of that. He’s not here for his inner child, or his dead wife, or his parents, or his army buddies.

He isn’t doing this for himself. He’s doing it for you and Buck.

Eddie opens his mouth, then closes it. He furrows his brow in contemplation. “Nothing I say leaves this room, right? I mean, if I tell you something, you can’t tell my captain, right?”

“As long as you don’t plan on hurting yourself or anyone else, nothing you say leaves this room,” Frank replies.

Well, if that’s the case, he may as well talk about the actual reason he’s here.

“My partners are worried about me,” Eddie eventually says.

“Your work partners?”

“No. Well, yes, technically, but…” Eddie sighs again, pinching the skin between his eyebrows. “God, this is so stupid.”

Frank doesn’t say anything, waiting for Eddie to elaborate.

“I have a girlfriend, I have a boyfriend, and we all work together. She’s a paramedic, he’s a firefighter.”

“Do they know that you’re dating both of them?”

“What? Oh, yeah, they were dating each other before I started dating them,” Eddie explains. “It’s… complicated.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

Eddie shrugs. “I guess. That, and the fact that she’s pregnant.”

Frank pauses, looking up from the binder sitting in his lap. “...Are congratulations in order?”

The question brings him back to his conversation with Buck, the one they had before you woke up.

“So… we both want this.”

“Of course.”

“Okay, great! But… if she doesn’t… we have to respect that.”

“Of course.”

“And we have to mention it right off the bat, just in case.”

“Okay.”

“We can’t influence her decision in any way.”

“Alright, Buck.”

“It’s her body, so it’s her choice.”

“Yeah, Buck, I get it!”

He smiles. Eddie hopes you know how much Buck loves you. His smile falters a little. He hopes you know how much he loves you.

“It’s a good thing,” Eddie confirms softly. “It’s great, actually. I’m excited to be a dad again.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m here because my parents are visiting.”

If Eddie’s going to therapy, Buck figured it only makes sense if he also goes to therapy. When he initially brought up the idea, you were supportive, of course, but you also poked a little fun, which he should have expected.

‘ You just have to do everything Eddie does, huh? I’d make a joke about following him into a burning building, but given our job, it doesn’t feel appropriate. ’

In Buck’s defense, he isn’t just doing it because of Eddie — he’s thought about going to therapy for a long time. So when Maddie said their parents were coming to town, Buck figured it was the closest thing to a sign from the universe he would get.

“Well, if them visiting brings you to therapy, something tells me the relationship isn’t great,” Rosemary notes.

Buck figured it was a conflict of interest if Frank was also his therapist, so Bobby set him up with Rosemary instead. She’s a nice-looking woman; not in the sense that he’s attracted to her, but in the sense that she looks like a nice person to be around. Her hair is light grey and curly, and her circle frame glasses cover the smile lines around her green eyes. She looks like someone’s sassy grandmother or maybe a fun great-aunt.

“It’s not great,” Buck says with a light chuckle. “It always felt like it was me and my sister versus them.”

“How so?”

“They… didn’t pay attention to either of us.” It sounds so juvenile when he says it out loud. “I mean, it felt like they only cared about me when I got hurt; I was a pretty reckless kid.”

“Sounds like they were a contributing factor to that,” Rosemary observes. “Children tend to take attention however they can get it, even if it means hurting themselves or others.”

“This sounds crazy, but… it didn’t even feel like I was fighting a real person. They were just a moving punching bag.” Eddie laughs humorlessly. “Kind of an oxymoron, isn’t it? I would spend the whole day helping people, then I would turn around and hurt them.”

Frank taps his pencil against his binder. “You said you didn’t feel like you were fighting a real person. Tell me more about that.”

“What’s there to tell? That’s how I justified it. It’s how I… coped, I guess. If they weren’t real, I wasn’t hurting anyone, and if I wasn’t hurting anyone, it meant I could keep doing it.”

Frank hums in acknowledgment. “How do you cope now?”

“Huh?”

“You changed the way you act, but that doesn’t change the way you feel,” Frank says. “It doesn’t change the fact that you need an outlet. So, how do you cope now?”

“I cope by avoiding them.”

“You’re having dinner with them,” Rosemary points out. “How well do you think avoidance will work when you’re in the same room with them?”

Rosemary may look like someone’s fun great-aunt, but she speaks more like the drunk uncle — with brutal honesty. Buck appreciates it, but he also wants to wince every time she opens her mouth. It’s a confusing combination.

“Probably not that well,” Buck eventually says.

Rosemary smirks. “So how do you plan on getting through it?”

“Maddie,” he says instantly. “Like I said, it’s always been me and her versus them.”

“Even though Maddie’s the one that invited them. Without telling you.”

Yeah, Buck’s been trying not to think about that too hard.

“She wants her daughter to have grandparents,” Buck says.

“What do you want?”

“I want this. It just… isn’t how I pictured it.”

“You didn’t picture yourself marrying Shannon. You did that.”

“Yeah, well, my family was happy to hear about that one,” Eddie expresses. “This? Not so much.”

“You’re afraid of what your family will think.”

Eddie scoffs. “I’m not afraid — I know what they’ll think. And I don’t want to deal with it.”

Frank turns his head. “You must love them a lot.”

Something about that sentence makes the back of Eddie’s throat burn with bile. “W-what?”

“You think your family will be disappointed in you, which will hurt them. You don’t want to hurt them because you love them.”

Eddie’s jealous of you and Buck for a lot of different reasons. He’s jealous of Buck’s close relationship with his sister. He’s jealous of your skills and ambition. Not once, though, has he ever envied either of your family dynamics.

Until now.

See, Maddie figured out the whole ‘throuple’ thing pretty quickly, mostly because Buck can’t lie to her. It took her a while to adjust, but she doesn’t care — she doesn’t judge. The only family you have to tell is the 118. Buck doesn’t have a relationship with either of his parents, and you don’t talk to your only living parent.

He’s jealous of how easy it is for the two of you. Neither of you has to explain the relationship to your elderly grandmother or preteen son. Sometimes, it seems like the two of you get all the good parts of being together, and he gets stuck with the sucky parts. It’s not fair to feel that way, he knows that. But he can’t help but feel it.

“My parents had a lot of expectations for me,” Eddie says. “Dating two people at the same time and possibly knocking up one of them? Not one of the expectations.”

“You’re not going to tell them, then.”

“I just don’t see the point. All I would be doing is giving them more ammunition.”

“Hmm.”

Buck narrows his eyes. “What does ‘hmm’ mean?”

“Well,” Rosemary sighs, “from what you’ve told me, it sounds like you aren’t all that interested in establishing a good relationship with your parents.”

“I’m not.”

“So why not tell them about everything ? How you feel, your relationship…”

“Because it would end in screaming and crying,” Buck says. “I don’t think that was Maddie’s intention when she invited them.”

“Do you always base your actions on what’s best for others, not yourself?”

Eddie gets done before Buck, so he takes a seat in the waiting room; they scheduled their appointments at the same time so they could carpool.

Buck walks out a few minutes later. Eddie pockets his phone and greets him with a smile. “How did it go?”

It probably would have hurt less if Rosemary just slapped him across the face. As it turns out, healing isn’t supposed to be comfortable. Really, Buck would describe it as painful, like the dull ache of a tooth growing in. It’s the type of pain that’s ultimately worth it, but when the end isn’t in sight, it just hurts.

“Fine,” Buck says simply. “You?”

Eddie isn’t sure if he and Frank click. Then again, Eddie isn’t sure he’ll click with anyone who expects them to bear his soul to them. It’s hard to feel comfortable around someone whose every other sentence makes you itch. It is not a simple surface discomfort, either: it’s the kind of twinge you can feel in your bones.

“It was okay.”

“How was it? Did you boys share all of your deep dark secrets?”

“That’s next week,” Eddie jokes. He kisses the top of your head as he walks by you in the kitchen.

Buck grins, taking a seat next to you at the table. “What have you been up to?”

“Homework,” you groan as you close your laptop. “God, all of this better be worth it.”

“It will be,” Buck promises, setting a hand on your knee.

You smile. “Oh! I have something for you both.”

Eddie frowns, sitting across from Buck as you dig through the backpack on the floor beside your chair. You return with a series of black-and-white photos. You hand one to each of the boys.

“I went to my OB a few days after the ER visit,” you explain. “I wanted to make sure I actually had something to tell you.”

The ‘baby’ isn’t more than a white blob on the sonogram; you can barely make out the difference between the butt and the head. When you were in the office, all you could feel was shock. Now, though, watching the men you love stare at the sonogram with wide eyes… you feel nothing but joy.

“It’s a girl,” Buck says, pointing at the white blob. “I can tell.”

“You can not ,” you snort. “It’s literally impossible.”

“Trust me, it’s a girl,” Buck says. “Don’t you think, Eddie?”

You both look at Eddie. He’s staring at the picture with watery eyes.

“Eddie?” you ask softly, reaching out for one of his hands. “Are you okay?”

Your voice snaps him back to reality. He looks at you, then the sonogram again, then at you again. He lets out a breath that sounds sort of like a laugh.

“I’m okay,” he assures. “I’m… I’m just so happy.”

His response makes your eyes well up — damn hormones.

Eddie scoots out of his chair and leans over, pulling you into a hug. Moments later, you feel Buck wrap an arm around your shoulders, and without looking, you know his other arm is around Eddie.

“So… really, what did you guys talk about?”

The three of you are lying in bed. Buck is laying on top of Eddie, who has his arm wrapped around you. Buck has an open hand set on top of your stomach. They both turn their heads to look at you.

“Unless you really don’t want to talk about it, which I would respect,” you quickly add.

Buck shrugs. “I mostly talked about my parents.”

You raise your eyebrows. You shouldn’t be so surprised: out of all the topics in Buck life that require therapizing, his parents is probably at the top of the list.

“Funny, I talked about my parents too,” Eddie mentions.

Buck turns his head so his chin is resting on the space right below Eddie’s sternum. “Really?”

“Yeah. I told Frank how excited I am to be a dad again, but I don’t think my parents will be thrilled.”

“Were they happy the first time?” Buck frowns.

“Not… exactly,” Eddie cedes, “but I think this time, it’ll be worse.”

“I guess I luck out in that area,” you note.

You know that polyamory is still a very taboo topic. The people in your little bubble are supportive, but they’re just that: in your bubble. You know the rest of the world, including parents and other family members, won’t accept your relationship so easily. It’s easy for you to shrug that reality off, considering you don’t have any family you’re worried about disappointing. You know Eddie doesn’t have it so easy.

Your phone rings on the nightstand table. When you pick it up, you see that it’s an unknown caller. You recognize the area code, but it isn’t one in LA. Hell, it isn’t one from California.

You click ‘accept’ with a frown. “Hello? …That’s me, yes. Why are you calling me?”

Buck and Eddie share a confused look before turning back to you.

“Yeah. …Mhm. …Oh. Okay. Yeah, I’ll… figure something out and call you back. …Thanks, you too.”

You hang up and set your phone back down. You stare straight ahead, your eyebrows still pulled together.

“Who was that?”

“Stillwater General Hospital in Seattle,” you say slowly. “My, uh… my dad is dying.”

#911 abc #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #911 show #911 on abc #911 reader insert #evan buckley/reader #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz #evan buckley x eddie diaz x reader #Buddie x reader #buddie x reader #pretty boy fic #i can write

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sweetbunpura · 2 months ago

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Filled with Static pt.6

Summary: Yuu was already fed up before coming to Playful Land and now that it's over... She has some very choice words for she has reached her boiling point...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

What should’ve been a restful day quickly evaporated as the news of Yuu’s departure began to circulate through the school. Now, the student body became aware of what had transpired the day certain students skipped and NRC had begun to morph into a war zone. All eyes were firmly locked on the ones who caused it.

Ace ran into the room followed by Cater and Trey who slammed and locked the door behind them. The sound of banging on the door sounded through the storage room as the trio backed away from it.

“What the fuck, what the fuck.” Ace panted, eyes wide as he looked at the door as it bent slightly with every bang.

Cater swallowed thickly as he looked around the room for something to barricade the door with.

“I...I’ve never seen them like this.” Trey muttered.

“I can’t blame them.” Cater finally spoke once he couldn’t find anything. “The amount of things Yuu-chan does for us and we do this to her in response?”

“It was an accident!” Ace countered.

“It no longer becomes accidental if we keep ignoring it!” Cater rounded on the first year. “How dense are you!?”

“Me? You’re just at fault as I am!”

“I’m not glued to her side like you are!” He snarled and Ace jumped. “You of all people should know how she felt about things! Or were you just using her as a means to make yourself feel better!?”

“You piece of-”

“Why did the banging stop?”

Cater and Ace paused in their argument as Trey’s words pulled their attention from each other and towards the door. He was right, the banging had ceased, filling the air with unease. Suddenly, the door was kicked open and in the doorway stood a very angry Deuce and a red faced Riddle.

“I had assumed.” The dorm leader tried to keep his tone level but it clearly wasn’t working. “That Yuu had just given Grim to you and had retreated elsewhere for the day. I have no idea that she had completely resigned from NRC.” Riddle gripped his staff tightly and raised it. “Are you three aware of what your actions have done?” A shadow graced his face. “And now you must be punished for it.

“R-Riddle-”

“Off with your head!”

Three heavy collars locked firmly around the trio’s necks, throwing off their equilibrium and sending them to the ground.

“Riddle please.” Trey’s hands were on the collar. “We didn’t-”

“The problem is, you did.” Riddle coldly cuts him off. “And that’s the worst thing, Trey, you three knew.” He turns to leave. “You best pray to one of the seven that you manage to avoid the dorm for long enough.”

The trio became aware of the other dorm members around the doorway as Deuce approached them as he cracked his knuckles.

“My best friend is gone because of you.” Deuce said.

“She was my best friend too-” Ace tried to say.

“Was she?” Deuce glared at him. “Did you ever sit down and listen to how she felt? How she would talk about missing her home and her mom? How she felt like the students here were treating her like she was stupid?” He crossed his arms. “How YOU would openly mock her for not knowing about certain events?”

“I....”

“Can it, Ace. The amount of times we come to help her and in the same breath you mock her. No wonder you were the one she punched and now I owe you a few myself.”

#twisted wonderland #twst fic #filled with static #it begins~#ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #riddle rosehearts

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mysteryshoptls · 11 days ago

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Rook Hunt Shared Lines

Tutorial: Come, let us be off together, to that lovely place of knowledge.

Level Up 1: Marvellous! This is utterly fantastic!

Level Up 2: There is a certain excitement in growing stronger.

Level Up 3 / Buddy Level Up: There it nothing better than the time spend with good friends.

Level Max: There is beauty only capable of being understood by someone who has mastered something. Très bien! Thanks to you, I have also been given a glimpse into a whole new world.

Vignette Level Up: Non, non... There's no need for you to say anything. Just from looking in your eyes, I can tell what your heart is saying.

Spell Level Up: I feel like I could capture any target wish right now! Why don't I give chase to test this theory out?

Friendship Level Up: All this time I get to spend with you is filled with new discoveries, it is absolutely spectacular! May I come visit again?Friendship Level Up: All this time I get to spend with you is filled with new discoveries, it is absolutely spectacular! May I come visit again?

Friendship Level Max: You are a dangerous one. Time and time again, I feel as though my innermost thoughts may come spilling out. Oh, this delightful feeling of tension… Beauté! I shall come visit again.

Uncapped: You've shown me all sorts of new possibilities. This is a first for me, merci.

Groovification: I've met with a brand new me. My heart flutters with joy at this spectacular becoming.

Lesson Select 1: The beautiful have a duty to take responsibility regardless of their choices.

Lesson Select 2: Beauté! I could watch your focused consternation forever.

Lesson Select 3: What is your best subject? Why don't you quietly whisper it in my ear?

Lesson Start: Come, the starting bell will ring soon.

Lesson Finish: Beauty exists even when it ends... ～Fin～

Battle Start: Let’s begin, it’s time to hunt.

Battle Won: If we are to fight, it’s something that I wish to win beautifully.

Trouble 1: Having two hearts clash so passionately… Beauté! It was not a terrible experience, at all.

Trouble 2: I feel I understand him much better than I did before. Thank you for this valuable opportunity.

GIFT CALENDAR 2023: “How will you be spending the day?” I plan to check on the houseplants we are cultivating in the Science Club. Fufu, I wonder what sort of expressions they’ll have today? I do hope there’ll be some changes from yesterday that I’ll get to enjoy.

Birthday Login Message 1: Merci! Your beautiful wishes is the best present I could ask for. Please permit me to cherish those feelings of yours.

Birthday Login Message 2: It seems there is something you wish to talk about with me, yes? …Of course I guessed! Shall I tell you how many times I counted your eyes glancing over at me during the last five minutes? Now, I shan’t run nor hide from you. Please, tell me what business you have with me. …Fufu, I definitely thought that’s what you’d say to me! Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, I am grateful to hear your feelings.

Birthday Login Message 3: You wish to know if there is anything I want for my birthday? Well, if you will so permit me… I would like to hear your singing voice. That’s right, I would like you to sing a birthday song for me. Does that embarrass you? Then, I shall sing alongside you! We can sing loudly, at the top of our lungs! Ready? Un, deux, trois!

Birthday Login Message 4: What would I like for a birthday present? Fufu, I’m elated enough just knowing you want to celebrate my birthday with me. Well, if you’ll indulge my selfish little whim, could I steal a moment of your time, then? I have been hoping to have a chat with you about beauty for some time now. I would love to hear all about what you find beautiful.

Birthday Login Message 5: Bonjour! And also, merci. How wonderful to have you come celebrate my birthday. Hm? Oh, sorry, I just received a message from Trey-kun. “I need you for something, so come to the club room.” …is what he said. He want’s me to come all the way to the Science Club room, I see… Heh. Does it not seem like there may be a spectacular surprise waiting for me? Perhaps I’ll be suddenly doused in a barrage of soapsuds… Or perhaps they’ll hit me with a thrilling show with an explosion of powder? Oh, my. It does no good to imagine too grandly. Regardless, I plan to enjoy my day to the fullest!

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #rook hunt #twst rook #twst translation #mention: trey

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sharkylad · 3 months ago

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SPIRITFARER MID GAME SPOILERS

GO PLAY THIS GAME AND DONT READ IF YOURE INTERESTED IN THIS CUTE ASS GAME

You can hug the NPCs with some gorgeous animations, what more do you want.

ATUL

ATULLLLLL!!!!!

ATULLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE JUST UP AND LEFT IM NOT OKAY

I THOUGHT- I THOUGHT ID GET TO THE END OF HIS QUEST, AND HE'D BE LIKE "I think I'm ready" CAUSE HE GOT TO SPEND A LITTLE MORE TIME WITH FAMILY, AND ID JUST NEVER TAKE HIM, BUT HE JUST DID IT HIMSELF!!!! IM NOT OKAY!!!!!!!!

I was yapping to my girlfriend how he was my favorite, and I love having him on my boat, how I don't wanna let him go.

And I really just liked progressing his quests and appealing to him, so I was just doing progress as normal-

I did have a feeling the party would be the last quest of his- BUT,, I DIDNT THINK HE'D DISSAPEAR IN THE NIGHT,,, I THOUGHT ID BE ABLE TO TAKE HIM TO THE EVERDOOR,,,,

I genuinely went through the 5 stages of grief man.

Stage 0: Doubt. After I made him his chicken I was getting emotional over how much I like having this guy around. And sometime around the dinner, before it or after I can't tell for sure, I was thinking "What if he just dissappear. What I don't get to see him again or hug him" LITTLE DID I KNOW-

Stage 1: Denial. Astrid was the one who broke the news to me. I saw the spirit flower icon pop up, and I genuinely just thought the game was fucking with me. I went in his room and my heart sank. Picked up his flower cause I was still thinking "No way the game let's me pick this up, no way this is actually for real"

Stage 2: Bargaining. I went outside, tried to walk with the other Spirits, none of them mentioned anything. I was at a bus stop, and because Alex is my goat, I've kept the music on- but in a last ditch attempt to maybe help me feel better- I asked him to turn it off. It didn't work.

Stage 3: Anger. I went into a group chat with my besties, and I started just screaming about how insane this was and my devastation, the vigor was a lot.

Stage 4: Depression. In the following hours it was all I could think about and it slowly wore of its energy, but not the sadness with it.

Stage 5: Acceptance. The next day on my way to work and back, I'd just listen to Thunder Harvest, and it would come with such a bittersweet feeling. I'd just think about his little flute playing dance and my heart would warm.

This silly fuckin Frog Guy caused me to go through genuine grief, what did they put into this game-

Stella didn't get to say goodbye either,,, oughhhh...

I read that Atul was based after one of the Dev's uncles, who also suddenly dissapeared. Maybe that's why it feels so genuine.

At least Atul got to feel like he was amongst family...

It really got to me that this cheerful sweet guy, someone who brings others up and is filled with so much love is someone who went the way he did.

There's so many interpretations to his disappearance. I've seen people interprate it as him leaving himself to the Everdoor, to spare you the trip (WHICH HURTS ME GREATLY... CAUSE IMAGINE HES SO FILLED WITH LOVE, BUT DIDNT WANT TO SHOW THIS VULNERABLE SIDE OR HIM... AND JUST... SPARED STELLA THE HARD WORK-)

But I've also seen people read it as him finally being at peace with his life and regrets. And that's what someone needs in order to pass on. And I find that sweet... I hope that's the case. He deserves to be at peace with his life and choices and where he is. I can only hope he was happy in his last moments.

While the grief hit me hard- I am just floored with the great execution of this idea. This is the first time a game mechanic not being what it's supposed to got to me to such a deep level.

It allowed me to expirience such a visceral human emotion that simply would not work if I sent him to the Everdoor. The unability to say goodbye is so heartbreaking and something I think is important to expirience.

#spiritfarer #spiritfarer atul #atul spiritfarer #atul #IM IN PAIN... STILL GRIEVING HONESTLY....#CRAZY HOW THE GAME GOT ME SO HARD I REALLY HONESTLY DIDNT EXPECT #my art

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mermaidchansons · 3 months ago

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Divine Indeed: Part Four

Neighbor!Terry Richmond x Divine Wells (black OC)

Story Recap: After avoiding Terry for a month, Oshun puts Divine directly in Terry's path at a popular Mexican restaurant downtown.

Words: 6300+

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors do NOT engage (you’ll be blocked), mommy issues, tism is tisming real bad, cannabis usage

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Author’s Note: Hiii lol I know it's been a while; I've been sick on and off again and dealing with too many hyperfixations. Thanks to whoever left that kind anon message; you really encouraged me to finish this. Thank you, beta boos @juliidoll & @megamindsecretlair <3 - Ashanti

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

“What, no rubber duckies today?”

Divine paused her music and looked up to see Terry of Level 5. His gorgeously chiseled face twisted up into a devilish smirk. She let a small smile slip, rolling her eyes at him.

“Oh, you got jokes, huh? I left them at home today, sir.”

“Don’t worry, you still look good.”

Terry was taking his time letting his eyes roam over Divine's body. Warmth gathered in her cheeks and she looked away. She looked at her shoes and the ever-dampening concrete beneath them; anything to avoid those eyes. He handed her the ID back and Divine shoved it in her bag, ready to walk in.

“Hold on now,” Terry stopped her, his hand brushing against her tummy. “Gotta check your bag, make sure you not packing heat.” She giggled, from not only his touch but the idea that she would ever get away with having anything related to ‘heat’ on her person. She opened her bag, allowing him to rummage through its contents.

“I kinda wondered what you did for work. Wait, should I be worried that Chisme needs security?”

“College kids got a little rowdy the other night, you know how 2520s be. Ah, I see you came prepared, got the switch on deck.”

“I’m surprised you know what that is, grandpa. Did you learn about it when you finally went to the movies,” she teased.

“Now who’s got jokes, Divine?” Terry looked her up and down before rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. She squeezed her thighs together, a flashback from her dream filling her mind. Don’t say my name like that.

“Yo, there’s other people in the line. Can you two speed this up?”

A record scratch sounded in Divine’s brain as the ill-mannered man behind her interrupted her train of thought. Terry’s face dropped and a wave of seriousness washed over his face. The same look he gave that guy in the gym. The man turned a ghostly pale when his eyes shot to the steel piece in Terry’s holster. It gleamed against the light of the overhead bulb. Was it possible to be intimidated and turned on at the same time?

“Sir, if you want to feel safe in this establishment, you need to exercise some patience. I suggest you let me do my job before I walk your sorry ass off of this property. We good?”

Divine’s eyes shot between the two men, a small ‘oop’ escaping her mouth. She would always do her best to mind her business, but her face always gave her away. A hushed ‘yes sir’ slipped out of the stranger’s mouth and Terry nodded, before bringing his attention back to Divine. She stood with her mouth agape as his features softened when their eyes met. The look he gave her filled her with warmth, sending her thoughts swirling into nothingness. The look was familiar but distant. It felt like home.

“Head on in, cuteness. Tell Dante at the bar that you’re with me, they’ll take care of you.”

Terry offered a panty-dropping wink and Divine rushed into the bustling restaurant, embarrassed at how quickly she got frazzled. You’re here for enchiladas. Not your fine ass neighbor. ENCHILADAS. Repeating the word in her head like a mantra, she set up her station at the mostly empty bar.

“Welcome to Chisme. What can I get-”

“Enchiladas with extra red sauce, please. I’m withering away,” Divine sputtered, cutting the bartender off. She watched the person chuckle, amused by her sudden outburst. Her eyes traveled across their floral printed shirt and hovered over the name tag: Dante, they/them.

The tanned bartender slicked his jet black hair into a bun and nodded with a playful smirk splashed across their face. A wave of embarrassment washed over Divine and tingled in her shoulders until it stung. She scrunched up her face imagining their perception of her. The events that occurred in the line outside had left her frazzled. Her mask nearly slipped. She fixed her mouth to apologize like always but Dante had busied themself with inputting the order behind the bar. You should have just ordered in. Just be normal for one meal. Ice cubes clinked loudly and brought Divine out of her thoughts and back to the bar. A frosty glass of ice water was placed in front of her and she watched a droplet of condensation fall down the side. The sight calmed her anxiousness, washing it away with a single drop.

“I’m so rude, I didn’t even let you finish your greeting.” Divine eyes flickered with regret but Dante waved her off.

“Don’t sweat it. You’re the first person tonight who didn’t tell me their whole life story before they ordered.” A chuckle rippled out of their chest and sent signals of ease into Divine’s brain. She unwound her shoulders the rest of the way and they shared a smirk between them. She looked around at the tables of inebriated restaurantgoers, a fresh tray of margaritas making its way to a table of golden singles. Thank the ancestors for headphones. After ordering a crisp glass of cola, she made quick work of unpacking her bag. With the mostly done cardigan in her lap, she set up her station and warned Dante of the impending non-verbal session that was going to take place.

An hour of Neo Yokio had passed on Divine’s screen by the time she had finished both her cardigan and her food. Well, most of it. The leftover enchiladas and rice would be looked at as a convenient luxury once she was stoned later in the evening. She was watching the characters Gotlieb and Lexy tote off their caprese martini until she felt a large hand on her shoulder. Pausing the show, she looked up to see Terry sitting on the neighboring barstool with ease. His height filled her with both excitement and envy. Some people were blessed with all the height. Meanwhile, she was still waiting on the growth spurt that was promised to her with puberty.

“What’d you get, Div?” Sparkles sprouted in her tummy at the sound of her shortened name. A man who looked the way he did had no right to sound the way he did. With a deep bass that rumbled in his chest and sent rays of warmth into unsuspecting hearts. It wasn’t fair. Her name would never sound that beautiful in anyone else’s mouth.

“Enchiladas with extra red sauce and a Mexican coke. So y’all know each other,” Divine asked, watching Terry and Dante dap each other up with a smile.

“Yes ma’am, we go way back,” Dante yelled over the noise of the restaurant, “We met back in the Marines, that’s my road dog. You hungry bro?”

“I’m good, man. You can put her on my tab, though.”

Divine looked at him with surprise, her mouth going dry as she tried to will the words to come out. Dante had disappeared to another patron before she could protest. Packing her things away, she made a note to bring Dante a big tip the next time she got paid.

“It’s pouring out there. I’m done with my shift, let me take you home,” Terry offered, a slick smile pulled at the corners of his cheeks. Divine looked past his broad shoulders to eye the absolute mess of rain and lightning outside. She practically sighed as she recalled her reluctance to get her driver's license.

“Would that be okay? I don’t wanna impose.”

Terry stared down at her with an inquisitive smile. He blinked a few times before speaking. “We live in the same building, Divine,” Terry chuckled, grabbing her leftovers and standing.

She slid off the barstool, fixing her skirt before tucking the rest of her things in her cross-body bag. Apprehension made its home in Divine’s chest as she followed the man to the side service door. He’d left her to her thoughts and headed out into the rain to retrieve his car.

A black hybrid pickup truck rolled up slowly, glistening from the now pouring rainfall. Terry emerged from the car with an umbrella to protect Divine. Laughs traded between them as she squealed at the sight of it all, water splashing as she stepped through a puddle she couldn’t avoid. His hands lingered on her waist after he helped her up into the truck. Even after he’d begun driving and flowing heat warmed the air, she could still feel his hands seared onto her thick hips. She shivered at the thought of it. Oshun was doing a number today.

“I always see you wearing those. The world’s too much, huh?” Terry’s eyes flashed over to Divine, watching her take off her headphones.

“Too loud. It’s like the moment I step outside, everything is amplified. I’m-,” she stopped, cutting herself off before beginning again. “Can I be real with you?”

“Shoot.”

“I’m..autistic.” Divine squeezed her eyes shut and winced at what his response might be. It wouldn’t be surprising if his passing interest in her fizzled out at the mention of her disorder. That’s how it had been with many potential suitors before.

Scarlet, a tall and curvy statuesque woman, had heavily shown her interest and lust for Divine from the moment they’d matched on a WLW dating app. The date was filled with nervousness and excitement until Divine mentioned discovering her disorder. It was as if someone had sucked the life out of the room and the deep brown eyes that had once lit up with interest dimmed with disappointment and disgust. The next morning, Divine awoke to a text from Scarlet. She could only remember bits and pieces from the long-winded explanation of why the alluring woman no longer wanted to see her. Something like ‘your illness is not something I want to deal with further down the line’. For once, Diving was thankful for her brain’s MO to protect her from herself; filing memories away in the hidden filing cabinets of her mind.

“You’re good, Div. You not the first autistic person I met. And I’m sure you won’t be the last,” Terry nodded with a reassuring tone before offering a soft smile.

Divine met his eyes for a split second and relaxed into the passenger seat, silently sighing with relief. She watched as he drove with one arm, drinking in the sight of his tall frame. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his bicep straining against his black muscle shirt. His tattoos and bulging veins made her want to moan like an absolute slut. The pent-up desire from her wet dream flashed in her mind and she shook her head. He’s your neighbor, she thought. The corners of Terry’s full mouth quirked up into a smirk as he pressed down onto the gas pedal a bit, driving faster.

“If you wanted to stare at me, cuteness, you shoulda shot me a text when I gave you my number. Then you could stare at me longer. Maybe even get a pic.”

Divine felt heat bloom in her cheeks and averted her gaze out the window at the passing street lights. Feigning annoyance, she rolled her eyes. It was clear that she liked the way he flirted with her- her thighs squeezed together, looking anywhere but at Terry, the smile ghosting on her lips- even if she insisted on lying to herself. The gentle giant could flirt her right out of her panties.

“You gave me that number for ‘community shit’, remember?”

They both chortled before settling into a comfortable silence. Divine eyed the pictures clipped to the air vents next to the radio. One of an astute-looking black cat and the other of a smiling young black man with a complexion darker than Terry’s. Curiosity filled her brain but she stopped, remembering that some questions were too personal and could offend; so she settled for the cat.

“This picture is so cute, is this your little baby?”

“That ‘little baby’ is a pain in my ass,” he sighed exasperatedly as he pulled into the parking garage of our apartment building. “His name is T’Challa. And I know he’s pissed 'cause I’m three hours behind on dinner.”

“Ooo, can I meet him?! He’s so cute, Terry.” Divine’s eyes lit up at the idea of meeting the little man. She hadn’t had a pet in years and was starting to have withdrawals. Maybe a visit with T’Challa the cat would tide her over until she decided to bite the bullet.

“Yea, tell me that after you meet his ornery little ass.”

Terry parked the car before glancing over at Divine, amusement dancing in his eyes at the sight of her. She was practically smooshed against the passenger door, maintaining her distance from the delectable man. His gaze caught hers and she found herself getting lost in his eyes. Like she was slipping out of reality and into Terry’s personal domain expansion, the sound of crashing waves playing with her mind.

“Your eyes are crazy. Like water.” Her words spilled out of her mouth in a hushed tone. She watched as his face melted into an amused, shit-eating grin and her eyes grew wide with realization. Divine was sure she’d only thought the words but by the look on Terry's face, he’d heard every word. She made quick work of grabbing her large purse and leftovers bag as Terry exited the car, making his way to her door. He held it open, offering her a hand as she hopped down from the lifted seat.

“Like water, huh?”

“I- my bad, I didn’t realize I said that out loud. Maybe I should meet T’Challa another time.”

“Nah, you locked in now.” Terry placed his large hand on the small of her back and guided Divine to the elevator. She held her breath at his touch and sent a silent prayer to the ancestors for strength.

Terry pressed a code into the keypad on the door, opening his apartment and ushering Divine in. She watched as he walked into a different room before walking further in past the foyers. Letting her eyes explore, she took in how ‘Terry’ the apartment was. It was practically a black blank slate, like the outfit he was wearing. Dark walls met dusky mahogany floors, making the air in the room seem still. Both the living room and adjoining kitchen shared the same decorative styles, deep brown furniture and gold accents. The only non-neutral colors were on the only piece of wall art; a poster of the 1977 Star Wars: A New Hope. Divine shook her head as a smile played on her lips, remembering their conversation in the gym. He really is a grandpa.

A crispy meow grabs her attention, causing her to spin towards the sound. The meow immediately filled her body with free serotonin. A big black cat with pointy ears waltzed out of the back room, stretching his big front paws out until his butt and fluffy tail were in the air. His gold name tag said T’Challa with Wakandan script under it. Divine’s eyes grew wide at the sight of him, squealing on the inside as her twin had taught her. ‘Cats prioritize peace over affection. If you’re too excited, they will ignore you’. Divine kept her excitement at bay, as T’Challa scampered over and sniffed her.

“Quality check, I understand, little man,” Divine murmured as she looked down at the fluffy cat sniffing her pink sneakers and legs. But when T’Challa rubbed his body onto her leg, she wanted to sob. She’d missed the wistful feeling of having a cat pay attention to you.

“You’re the first stranger he’s done that to. My bad for the wait, I had to find his meds,” Terry chimed as he walked into the living room, now dressed in a t-shirt and joggers. All black.

“Terry, he’s rubbing into me! He’s so cute. I could cry right now, I would die for him.”

Terry chuckled as he took a look at Divine’s face; her pretty brown lips fixed into a pout. Her eyes were practically welling as she bent down to give T’Challa back scratches. She didn’t even care that the mask had slipped. The feel of the cat’s coat was like a muscle relaxer.

“Shit, you can have him. All he do is eat and bother me. Don’t even pay rent.”

“Oh please, y’all probably be cuddling and shit every night. That used to be me and my cat Chauncy. He was a gray tabby who loved to snuggle next to me in bed. I even knitted him a crochet bonnet to match mine. Haven’t had another pet since.”

“Well, Chauncy was very lucky to have you when he did. You can come visit T’Challa anytime, Div.”

Divine felt Terry’s gaze on her but kept her eyes on the stretched-out cat making air biscuits. “What kind of cat is he?” She looked up at Terry and continued to use her short nails to give T’Challa scratches, the vibrations of his purring tickling her hands.

“He’s a Maine coon. Somebody was giving away a litter and, on a whim, I chose the black one. First cat I’ve ever owned. That learning curve kicked my ass.”

“Of course, you chose a black kitten,” Divine chuckled, “look at your apartment, your clothes. All black everything.”

Terry hummed and moved to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and making a paper rustling noise. T’Challa’s ears twitched at the sound of falling kibbles clinking into a metal bowl. His little slitted pupils grew wide and he shot up, leaving Divine to run to the kitchen. T’Challa’s belly swang back and forth when he trotted, making it look like his tummy had a mind of its own. The burning stretch of the deep squat finally got to Divine and she stood with a groan.

“I’m a simple man and black and grey are easy choices. I’m sure your apartment is as colorful as you are, cuteness. You’ll have to give me a tour someday.” Terry crossed his bulky arms, a sleeve curling up and revealing a tattoo as it stretched against him. Her vision went hazy for a moment. He was the type of man you only read about in romance novels. The ones with a woman in a ripped bodice on the cover that moms loved to borrow from the library. A sort of trance took over her when the next words escaped her mouth.

“You can come see it now if you want.”

“I’m down. Lead the way, Divine.” His full lips stretched into an amused smile that made his features light up with an air of mirth. Divine nodded curtly, walking out of the front door as Terry held it open for her. It didn’t take long for the elevator to come. The moment they step in, Divine starts in on her recent hyperfixation. Explaining the ins and outs of it, recalling details, and sharing fun facts. A weird mix of nervousness and excitement had bounced between them. And Terry just listened, smiling at her as her excitement came off in waves. He was eating up everything she shared. By the time they arrive at her apartment, she’d still yammering about the same topic. What started as a fix for under-stimulation now moved into a full-blown conversation. Questions and answers were flowing between them like water.

“Welcome to my crib, MTV.” Divine opened up the door to her apartment, leading him in with a wave of her arm. Terry shook his head at the deep cut and stepped on the door mat, placed inside the apartment rather than out. Reading the mats’ words ‘bitch don’t wear no shoes in my house’ made him chuckle and he obliged, stepping out his slides.

“I’m having a sensory overload with this damn fleece hoodie, I gotta go change. Make yourself at home, okay?”

He watches as she steps on the back of her pastel sneakers and pads off in lobster-patterned socks. Barely fighting off a chuckle, Terry ventures further into her apartment. The layout was the same with the kitchen and living room melding into one another. It was just as colorful as Divine; steeped in pastels and eye-catching patterns. Stepping into the kitchen, he takes notice of how clean it is. No dishes were piled in the sink but every bit of used counter space looked well lived in. Hints of lemon and vanilla hit his senses while he took inventory of the kitchen. Pink appliances tucked everywhere and bags of Japanese snacks were neatly organized in a wicker basket. Walking to the fridge, the bubblegum pink surface was littered with knick-knacks and elaborate magnets that held up papers; a reminder to pick up more paprika, a concert ticket to King Woman, and a pink menu for ‘Grandma’s Baby’ coffee shop. Terry was a regular there; it’s been a part of his daily routine for years now. Red circles were drawn sloppily around a few items. Sweet potato latte. Almond croissant. He makes a mental note of her selections, saving it for later.

Divine’s bare feet plod into the living room, now dressed in a comfy sleep romper with bear ears sewn to the hood; the result of recreation of an item she saw online. Walking into the kitchen, she let out an audible ‘tee-hee’ as she retrieved two pink mugs from a cabinet. Terry was standing with his feet shoulder-width apart, his right hand over his left; she wondered if he slept like that too.

“You’re off the clock, Terry,” she joked over her shoulder, grabbing a small jar filled with loose tea leaves, “Go sit on the couch or something. You smoke?” Her insides flipped when he chuckled, his deep voice echoing in her apartment. She kept it together, focusing on starting up her electric kettle.

“Nah, gotta stay sharp. I’m cool if you do, though.”

A flickering light caught Terry’s attention in the corner of his eye. Multiple candles were lit on a table against the right wall of Divine’s living room. Walking over slowly, he eyed the crystals and herbs wrapped in twine. He kept his hands in his pockets, remembering Grandma Thérèse’s warning to never touch anything on other folks' ancestor tables. Four ornate picture frames with photos of black and brown folk who looked akin to Divine were strategically placed behind small golden bowls. His eyes traveled up from the table to the painting hanging above. A faceless woman with reddish-brown skin walked in the middle of an ocean, waves crashing on either side of her. She was wrapped in canary yellow and gold with her hands outstretched. The more he looked at the faceless woman, the more he lost himself in the painting. He could almost hear the waves crashing against the barrier around her.

“I hope you like peppermint tea.”

Divine’s voice pulled Terry back to the present, the waves no longer crashing in his ears. He turned on his heel and joined Divine on her plush powder blue couch. Divine felt his eyes on her as she tucked her thick legs beneath her. Feeling a question bubble in her mind, she opted to reach for the resin pen in her pocket and inhaled deeply. Their eyes met as she continued to inhale, not stopping until the pen blinked. She immediately regretted her decision, coughing wildly and sending thick puffs of smoke. A look of concern colored Terry’s face and she waved him off, practically hacking up a lung.

“I’m good,” Divine coughed out, holding up her hand in a ‘thumbs up’ position as her breathing calmed down. This was a nightly routine for her; coming home from a long day, settling in with a mug of tea, and getting absolutely zooted off the weed.

“Damn, thought we almost lost you, cuteness.”

Terry picked up his mug from the coffee table and let the warmth seep into his hands. Peppermint and brown sugar filled his senses as he took a sip. It was sticky sweet, the mint leaving a cooling sensation when he breathed through his mouth. When he looked up again, Divine was smiling as she tapped on her phone. “It’s hitting, huh?”

Divine only giggled at Terry’s question and nodded in response, connecting her phone to the pink speaker in the corner. Soft music swirled into the air from Divine’s ‘Reclaiming My Time’ playlist. The weed hit in the best way, where she was not too gone. There was no haze in her mind, but she was comfortably numb and hyper-aware of her surroundings.

Terry’s eyes drifted to the painting above her ancestor table, still curious about the woman in the waves. “Why does that painting feel so… familiar?”

“Ah, I see Oshun has caught your eye. She tends to do that. Orisha of water and love, among other things. Folk usually invoke her through rituals for love or fertility,” Divine noted, looking at the painting through her heightened gaze. She let out a rough sigh, thinking of how much the owner of her head had tortured her in the last couple of months. Adjusting the strands of time to put her in Terry’s view, pushing them towards each other.

“Oshun means well but sometimes, she pisses me off. My mom always told me ‘Where all other orisha fail, Oshun makes the impossible, possible.’ But if she could just stop trying to make everything change, that’d be great.” Shrugging, Divine pulled her pink afro bubble braids into a lazy bun.

He puffed out a breath as he quirked up an eyebrow. “You do know change is inevitable.. right?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Divine stuck her tongue out at him, crossing her arms over her ample chest. “You know, you could also be a child of Oshun with those eyes. So stormy and vast.”

She reached out her hand, grasping Terry’s chin softly. With the weed in her system, her mask was nowhere to be found and now she was 150% Divine. A ball of hornyness, gamer rants, and audacity. She’d been fighting herself from texting him for a month. But now he was in her apartment, on her couch. He’s just too pretty, Divine thought as she absent-mindedly brushed her thumb over his full bottom lip.

Terry wrapped his large hand around her wrist, softly holding her in place. “If my eyes are so ‘stormy and vast’, how come you didn’t text me? I’d look at you all night if you asked me to.”

The deep bass in his voice wrapped around Divine like a velvet blanket, filling her with warmth. Their gaze locked onto each other's for a moment. Heat swarmed her middle from the tender touch of his skin on hers. Why didn’t she text him? Her brain searched for the answer, imagining a spinning lottery wheel that landed on a blank. She cleared her throat, trying her best to deter her need to feel his lips against hers.

“Change is hard. Good or bad, dude.” Divine released his chin, slipping her wrist from his touch. The sounds of a Halsey song flowed into the air, filling the moment of silence. “I’ll give you my number now if you still want it?”

Terry’s full lips spread into a lazy smirk and he reached into his pocket, placing his phone in Divine’s outstretched hand. His eyes hovered over her thick thighs folded beneath her. He suppressed a groan and instead focused on Divine taking a selfie with his phone for her contact ID. It was hard not to stare at her. A couple of pink braids had fallen out of her bun and when she smiled, her tooth gems gleamed in the low light of the room. He couldn’t remember the last time he let himself be into someone. Imagining date scenarios, spending way too much time staring at her lips, thinking of ways to get closer to Divine. He was enthralled.

“So, I noticed the other picture in your truck. Is that your brother?” Divine watched as his smirk faded away. She handed him his phone back. Terry’s gaze drifted off as he thought of Mike. Memories replayed in his mind. The sound of distant radio police chatter buzzed in his brain. His jaw flexed as he returned his eyes to hers, deliberating how to tell her what went down that led to Mike’s death. Terry scooted closer to her, their thighs touching.

Terry placed a large hand on her thigh. “Do me a favor and look up my name online,” Terry instructed. Divine tapped on her phone quickly, unlocking the phone and running a search under his name.

He let out a sigh as her eyes grew wide, no doubt surprised by the headlines that populated. Divine scanned her eyes over the words of the article, careful to not get lost in the words on the screen. Former marine and courthouse clerk take vigilante approach to bringing down the corrupt police department of Shelby Springs. Terry Richmond avenges cousin, brings real justice. Inmate Michael R. Simmons one of many pressure points of the Shelby Springs Conspiracy. She put a hand to her chest as a chill washed over her. Waves of shock, anger, and immense sadness crashed into her.

“The last time I saw Mike alive, they were transporting him to a federal prison. I was racing on my bike next to the prison bus, desperately trying to see him. Warn him. It’s on me.” Terry stopped talking as Divine placed her hand over his. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling his large frame in for a tight hug. Terry froze for a moment before melting into the hug. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her cinnamon-forward perfume.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Terry.” Divine squeezed as hard as she could, smooshing her plush body against his hard one. “I can’t even imagine losing someone like that.”

Terry’s large hand rubs warm circles into her back. He could feel every ounce of comfort radiating out of her through her hug. Smiling, he felt the ripples of the sherpa fleece fabric wrapped around her.

“I don’t mean to put anything on you, Div. It’s been three years, don’t trip.”

“Terry of Level 5, if you don’t hush up and let me comfort you.” Divine leaned back slightly, frowning exasperatedly at him as their breath mingled. Terry dissipated the distance between their faces and pressed his full lips against hers in a chaste, tender kiss. Divine sat stunned, their arms still around each other. Her lower half was practically vibrating.

“What you gone do if I don’t? Hmm?” Terry challenged, flicking his gaze between her brown sugar eyes and her pouty lips. Something clicked in Divine’s mind as Prince’s ‘The Beautiful Ones’ began to play on the speaker and she returned her lips to his. A rough groan left his lips and he tightened his arms around her shapely waist. Divine felt like she was being bathed in warm water, the slight sting of her skin being set ablaze by his touch. Like rays of sunlight shining through the rain. Maybe it was the lyrics or the weed; or the fact that she’d been wet for this man for hours. Something was moving her past her previous reluctance and deepening the kiss.

He kissed her slowly, cautiously; like she would run at any second. Gripping her by her waist, he pulled her into his lap and she squealed in between kisses. Divine savored the taste of him, the cool peppermint tea and warming brown sugar filled her senses. Vibrations traveled through her body from the blend of weed and lust. She could feel Oshun in him.

She lifted her lips from his, humming when she felt his hands caressing and gripping her rolls and curves. Looking down into his grayish blue eyes she brought her plump lower lip between her teeth.

“Not you looking at me like that while you got Prince playing in the background. You tryna seduce me, Divine?” Terry’s deep voice reverberated in her chest, his hands continuously roaming over her back and thick behind. She giggled at his breathy accusation and retrieved her phone from the other side of the couch. Moving to straddle his thigh, she flipped through her playlist. Her hips move on their own accord, the delicious friction teasing her throbbing bead of nerves.

“Nah. If I was trying to seduce you, I’d play this song,” Divine cooed, changing the song to ‘Tear You Apart’ by She Wants Revenge before tossing her phone. Terry gave her an impressed nod and moved in to press open mouthed kisses along her chin, jaw, and down her neck. His large hands gripped her thick hips, guiding her to grind against his thigh. Terry leaned his head back to watch the cute little deity whimper as she humped his thigh. The lyrics of the song filled the space around them, egging her on.

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak

An escape is just a nod and a casual wave

Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

“Go ahead and take what you need, Divine. Mhm,” Terry hummed in approval, softly squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of her behind. She ground onto his thigh desperately, chasing the same orgasm she’d felt in her dream that morning. The weed in her system made her hyperconscious of each touch, kiss, and squeeze. Dancing in and around her veins. Like lightning trapped in a ball, thrashing erratically at the walls; moments from breaking out.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

Smoothing her hands from his shoulders to the sides of his face, she pressed her lips to his once more. Sliding her tongue along his bottom lip, beckoning his mouth to open to her. “Fuck you’re pretty,” Divine says breathlessly, smiling down at him with dilated pupils.

“Nah, that’s you, cuteness. Look at you chasing that nut. You been thinking about me, pretty girl? Been waiting for this, huh?” Terry held Divine’s jaw and she nodded furiously, her lower half never ceasing her movements. He guided her closer to rest her forehead on his. Praise kink, praise kink, PRAISE KINK, Divine thought to herself.

“Oh fuck, keep talking to me like that and I’m gonna cum.”

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I want to fucking tear you apart

When Terry felt her thighs shaking, he moved his large hand from her ass to cup her breast; his thumb immediately found her nipple through the fabric, rubbing tight circles around her stiffened peak. The coil in Divine’s middle tightened hurriedly, chasing her orgasm.

“Just like that, pretty girl. Let go for me, Divine,” Terry rasped directly into her ear, becoming her undoing. The coil snapped at his words, her body seized up as an orgasm ripped through her. Divine could practically hear fireworks popping in her ears as she squirted, looking directly into Terry’s stormy eyes as she made a mess of both their clothes. Her hips bucked sporadically and he smoothed his hands up and down her back.

“That’s it. There you go, Div.”

Divine laid her head on his shoulder, catching her breath. “Fuck, Terry.” Her mind was spinning, trying to readjust to reality. The orgasm had kicked her soul out of her body before dragging it back in. Rain patted against the window outside as if on queue. Like Oshun was applauding Divine for letting go for once.

Her hand traveled lazily down Terry’s chest and he grasped her wrist before she got to the tent in his joggers. She pouted before giggling, the high still working on her.

“Nah, I need you sober for that. Don’t worry, cuteness, I’ll be playing in that pussy later,” Terry smirked, chuckling as she rolled her eyes at him. Her small protest was only built out of hornyness. Hearing how he talked her through it, Divine knew better than to argue with the gentle giant beneath her. Hell, if anything, that made her excited to experience him fully. Men with boundaries would always be a green flag, but damn if he kept this up, she was going to find a way to keep him hostage. Yawning, Divine shifted from straddling his thigh to sitting on the couch beside him.

Grabbing her forgotten phone, she winced when she saw 11:45 PM on top of her capybara background. Sober Divine’s gonna be pissed. “I don’t mean to ‘toot it and boot it’ but I really need to sleep before I fuck up Sober Divine’s sleep schedule.”

“Oh, Sober Divine? So she’s the one in charge.” Terry’s muscular frame unfolded as he stood from the couch, his chuckle ringing out amongst the rain and the soft music. He picked up the two mugs and crossed into the kitchen. “How pissed is Sober Divine gonna be when she finds out that her little game of playing hard to get has been squashed?”

Resting her head on the arm of the couch, Divine watched as Terry moved through her bubblegum pink kitchen. The muscles in his back flowed and stretched as he washed the two mugs.

“That’s Sober Divine’s problem. I’m good,” Divine cooed, smiling softly after yawning again. He seemed so big in her kitchen, using a rainbow towel to dry the newly cleaned dishes. His tall black clad form stuck out amongst the pastel decor around him. She wanted to kick her feet like she was watching a rom-com come to life. When Terry walked to the front door to slip on his slides, Divine practically skipped over to him.

“Alright cuteness, let me get out your pink hair.” He fixed Divine’s hood over her hair, pinching the teddy bear ears attached to it. Kissing her forehead softly, he murmured a ‘goodnight’ and left out the door.

The events on the couch replayed in Divine’s mind and she missed him already. How was that even possible? Quickly, she opened her front door and looked down the hallway to see Terry waiting for the elevator.

“Pssst! Terry!” The whisper carried through the hall and he frowned in confusion before eyeing Divine peeking her head into the hallway. Terry smirked and walked back over to her with his hands in his pockets. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Can you kiss me one more time? I don’t know when Sober Divine’s gonna get her act together,” Divine asked, gazing up at him with so much lust her pupils practically took the shape of hearts.

“Just one. Then I gotta get out here before you eat me alive.” He cradled her jaw in his hand, squeezing her cheeks together. Divine nodded briskly, causing a low laugh to pulsate in his chest. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to her lips. It was soft but earth-shattering. Incredibly sexy but intimate. When he pulled back, her eyes stayed closed, savoring the moment. She could feel her heart beating wildly against the confines of her chest and she nodded again. Terry pressed a soft kiss to her forehead once more before telling her to ‘go to sleep’ and leaving with a grin bigger than the Cheshire Cats'.

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satan-offical · 1 month ago

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Hate mail/ Rant

Okay, Satan, Lucifer, Morningstar, Big Red Cheese – whatever you’re calling yourself these days, we NEED to have a serious conversation. And no, this isn't a "wow, you're so edgy and misunderstood" post. This is a dissertation of pure, unadulterated Tumblr rage aimed directly at your pointy little head.

First of all, the aesthetic. Let's be real, the whole hellfire and brimstone thing is tired. It's been done. We're in the 21st century, Satan. Get with the program! I'm talking, like, pastel goth hell. Think lava lamps, but filled with glitter. Think demons in ripped fishnets and platform boots. Think a color palette that's less "burning souls" and more "strawberry shortcake meets the apocalypse." You're a fallen angel, not a grandpa!

And speaking of fallen, what about your social media presence? It's abysmal. You're supposed to be the ultimate influencer of evil, and yet your tumblr feed is just you sibling for jesus and begging for attention. Where's the relatable content? The "tag a friend who's definitely going to hell" memes? The aesthetic vision boards for different levels of eternal damnation? You're missing out on a HUGE opportunity to corner the market on edgy teens.

Don't even get me STARTED on your employee benefits. I heard that soul-crushing paperwork is the only thing that hasn't been automated. The lack of dental is appalling. I mean, seriously, how are your minions supposed to maintain their terrifying grins without a good dental plan? Not to mention the work-life balance. Burning in hell for eternity? That's not sustainable, dude! We need mandatory vacation days and a healthy demon union.

And the music? Oh, GOD, the music. Heavy metal? Really? That’s, like, so 1980s. Step up your game. I’m talking lo-fi beats to suffer to. I’m talking ambient sounds of existential dread. Think Grimes meets Nine Inch Nails meets the sound of a dial-up modem failing. That’s the kind of auditory torture we need in 2025.

Also, can we talk about the patriarchy? Like, seriously, Satan. You're literally running a system based on punishment and hierarchy. It's problematic, to say the least. We need to dismantle hell and rebuild it as a cooperative collective of tormented souls who work together to achieve… I don’t know... ultimate existential peace through crafting personalized torture devices for problematic billionaires? We can workshop it.

In conclusion, Satan, you're failing. You're stuck in the past, your aesthetic is outdated, your employee benefits are garbage, and your entire operation is fundamentally flawed. I'm not saying you need to completely overhaul everything, BUT WE’RE LOW-KEY SAYING YOU NEED TO COMPLETELY OVERHAUL EVERYTHING.

(Lots of love, from-@askangie)

OK HONEY LISTEN UP

1.) really? Pastel goth aesthetics? It's hell, not your hello kitty hot topic fantasies. We aren't making people feel welcome, and your pretty princess vibes won't help with the fear factor.

2.) Says the person currently on Tumblr. Shitty posts and begging for attention? Yeah, do I see you with 1000+ followers? I give my audience what they want, and if you don't like that start your own blog.

3.) "Soul crushing paperwork?" If you're calling two pages daily on the torment done to our citizens soul crushing, I can imagine how you are at work. Get a life and figure out how to properly have a business before you come complaining to me

4.) So you're hating on heavy metal now? Boo hoo, cry me a river. Oh, you don't like the music? Cry about it and live a good life if you want lofi vibes.

5.) Patriarchy? Really? How long have you been following me? Not long enough to know that ONE: I'm a girl and TWO: most of my staff and heads are women. Get a life and wake the fuck up

Before you come complaining to me about my way of business: become an angel, betray god, fall from heaven, start building up a literal society of evil-doers and then we'll talk.

Mic drop.

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maxwell-grant · 8 months ago

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The Penguin Episode 4: Cent'anni Breakdown

She goes through all these different levels of all these different personas: excellent daughter, overachiever, and this horrific feral state in Arkham. And it's not until the yellow dress that she finds the one that fits.

Kind of like sharks can't stop moving or they sink. It's that relentless pursuit of justice.

This changes her forever. She never comes back. Something so much bigger than her takes over in order to survive - Cristin Milioti

This was pointed out to me by my friend and, show of hands everyone, who else thinks it's unbelievably fucking sick that it is Sofia who gets to show up at the Falcone dinner table, wearing a thematically appropriate embodiment of her childhood trauma, and do a "None of you are safe" speech?

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It probably felt odd to spend time with Sofia when we’re in a show called The Penguin. But I think it’s just as important so you can understand Oz psychologically. Even though I don’t view Oz as a hero or a villain, he is a greater villain in the show than anyone else. And for you to feel that way, I think you have to understand his primary antagonist more. And that’s Sofia.” - Lauren LeFranc

I gotta say I'm generally not enthusiastic about Penguin being depicted as overtly disgusting, like drooling and eating raw fish and all that Burton stuff (actually I do think the black bile is cool, but only so far as as that version goes), but for that opening scene, that was a spectacularly well-placed bit of grossness. Like this sheer craven animalistic ugliness of DeVito's Penguin descending for a second to show us how Sofia sees Oz, and even how right she is to do so at the moment because holy shit hahahahahaha

From what we can see of Sofia's pre-Arkham life, she was basically the Meadow Soprano of the family: The smart, overachieving golden child, whose social standing and eligitibility for leadership wouldn't even be up for debate if she was born a man like her loser brother (love AJ, relate uncomfortably to AJ, he's not at all morally comparable to Alberto, but he is very much a loser). Socially conscious and sticking up for victims but only if you don't poke too closely at her victim-generating family business, aware of some things but willfully blind to her own hypocrisy and insistent that daddy is still in average a good man who isn't as bad as people around her may say he is. I'd even say that the Sofia we see here is a more moral person than Meadow, although obviously being the daughter of Carmine Falcone is a much scarier, more isolating and horrific prospect than growing up the daughter of Tony Soprano (the ways in which the two Sopranos kids diverged and majorly prefigured American socio-political developments that kicked off after the show is a topic for another post).

(Also, I don't really want to bring up Sopranos comparisons because the shows are similar, they're really not, but I finished The Sopranos yesterday so they're gonna come up still)

I think Mark Strong does a really good job here filling in for John Turturro's role, even if he's not quite as good in it as Turturro. I think he plays the character differently in a way that works really well for this being a past version of Carmine, filtered through Sofia's vision. He is imposing and quiet and mighty, a lone titan of unquestionable power over the entire world, not even remotely someone to be defied or displeased. Turturro's Falcone was charismatic and affable and oozing with unspeakable yet casual cruelty, and I would have liked that here, but I like the idea that we're seeing a Carmine from before he was invincible, when he still needed Sofia to help him get Congressman Hill on the phone and still worried about the future of the family at Alberto's hands, a Carmine from when the Maronis were still around and he wasn't the sole ruling power in Gotham, who could still possibly lose even without vigilante intervention.

He is larger, more imposing, a stern and stoic father who had little use for pleasantries, and with no mirth to be had at the expense of the little people who think they can do anything against him that matters, even if he is getting there. I think the difference here adds a nice little arc to Carmine: there was a time where he needed to keep up appearences, there was a time where he raised his voice above a whisper to get things done, and there was a time where he wasn't the real mayor of Gotham. There was a time where he was a "proper" Don, when he acted like his comics counterpart, and none of that really became necessary over the following decade, when he grew more and more invincible and isolated and comfortable in this nightmare he made the city into.

They also confirm here that apparently the Iceberg Lounge/44 Below existed way back when Oz was just Sofia's driver, and it was already Carmine's prostitute slaughterhouse even then and Alberto knew about it. Possibly explains why Oz was handed the club in the first place, because the Falcones already called him Sofia's penguin and putting The Penguin in charge of the Iceberg Lounge would fit their idea of a laugh (and given how much Oz hates being called Penguin, he would hardly come up with the name himself)

Lmao, those dog comparisons I keep making really don't stop justifying themselves.

Credit again to Mike Marino and the prosthetics team for this younger Oz make-up, he strikes a very nice middleground between current Oz and the one we see as a kid.

Really like what we see of Sofia and Oz's dynamic here, again reinforcing that for all intents and purposes he was the sidekick in her HBO protagonist life. We see how Sofia likes his company and how she even kinda defends him from the family, but she really cannot bring herself to respect him very much and disdains him from the same very upper-class perspective the rest of the family does, she's just nicer about it. And in turn we see parts of where Oz's resentment to her comes from, and also the extent to which Oz was always lying in wait for an opportunity to get ahead regardless of her, his justified grievances as well as him being a conniving fuck. The really thin line this treads though, is that it establishes that neither of them were lying about how they meant something to each other, even if it doesn't help.

Sofia did have her life ruined partially because of Oz, she did endure horrific things while he got a promotion because he ratted her out to Carmine, and he very much did in part because he wanted to get ahead and saw an opportunity to do so. But also, Oz genuinely had no idea that this is what Carmine would do, and I think in large part this was also about keeping himself safe. It's not even that unbelievable that he was genuinely looking out for her, because holy shit you do not talk to the press about Carmine Falcone, daughter or not, and he tried warning her in the car before she rebuffed him and insulted him pretty deep for good measure. If Sofia talked to the press and would not stop talking (since he didn't know in the car that she rebuffed Gleeson) and shit started happening because of her snooping around, he would have absolutely gotten punished/murdered for it, it is not at all a stretch to assume that Carmine would have done something to Oz as punishment to Sofia.

Oz didn't plan any kind of misfortune, at no point did he mastermind her admission into Arkham (or even help keep her there with the letters, like the rest of the family), he just told Carmine something he shouldn't have, and neither of them expected anything too terrible was gonna come out of it. They both wildly underestimated what a complete scumbag Carmine is, but with Carmine (and the others) gone, there's nobody else to turn those grievances to.

Even if Oz could claim deniability for the Arkham thing, which he kinda can't but Sofia even tried to grant him anyway, he sure as shit can't for everything else he does in the opening minutes.

Oh hey it's Mr Mustache With The Broken Nose.

A thing that came to mind when I was watching the episode was the story of Rosemary Kennedy, JFK's sister whose father arranged for her to be institutionalized and lobotomized at age 23 as a reponse to "difficult" behavior. I'm not recounting it in more detail here because the rest of it is just too horrific, look it up yourself if you're curious. I remembered it because reading about Rosemary Kennedy ruined my fucking day and it still pumps up the breaks in my train of thought every now and then, so it came to mind watching this story about a young woman horrifically institutionalized and butchered for the sake of her wealthy family's image. Later I heard the podcast, and turns out that actually was exactly what Lauren LeFranc based Sofia's story on, which was nice. I'm glad it also fucks Lauren LeFranc up and that we both agree she should have gotten to wreak revenge on the entire family over it, thank you Penguin Show that continues to be made for me, this was nice.

Oh hey, Magpie. Just the name, yeah, but that was another nice surprise. I used to have a bit of a soft spot for Magpie, occasionally I thought there was something to get out of her and Penguin together, so a part of me likes that they put Magpie in The Penguin show even if just in name. Yes, she only exists to be annoying and die, but that's what she already tends to do anyway. And y'know, much as I may like her, she is still a John Byrne character, so she doesn't really deserve much more than that

Jesus Christ this episode gets uncomfortable.

I like that this establishes that Julian Rush kinda did make an effort to help her and kinda felt bad about it, but not nearly enough, and that he is very much a complicit contemptible creep who has it coming as much as any of the people who put Sofia in there.

Cannot state enough how much I appreciate that they didn't put any actual named Batman villains in the Arkham Asylum episode, guarantee a lot of creators would not resist the temptation. I mean okay I guess there is a Ventris already in Batman but, come on, you know who I mean. This did not need any references to like, Jeremiah Arkham or Jonathan Crane or Hugo Strange or any of that, and that's not a diss on any of those guys, it's just that unlike pretty much every other Batman story, this episode does not undercut it's point about the horrific institutional horrors dehumanizing and destroying Sofia by pinning it on a chief boogeyman supervillain that Batman is going to fight later. Dr. Ventris is not responsible for the systemic rot that got her there nor is he the sole orchestrator/perpetrator of the abuse it's inmates suffer, he simply answers to those, and thus perpetuates them, by doing his job in a mental institution.

I am still haunted by the inmate committing suicide with a fork. It is so fucked up that Sofia was tortured and goaded by the doctors into murdering another inmate, and when that failed, they tortured her again and again and again until she snapped. The whole point was to push Sofia beyond the breaking point to justify further incarceration. The doctors just standing there letting her kill Magpie.

I want Dr.Rush to die.

I have more thoughts on Arkham, but I'd call this the most horrific take on Arkham so far, because it is the most honest take on Arkham so far. Even at it's most run-down and monstrous, it is usually never at all into question that Arkham Asylum is necessary, because if it wasn't there, all the crazies would run rampant in Gotham. Over the years, it's monstrousness has always been tied directly and specifically to it's inmates, and whenever people have pointed out the shoddy conditions and inhospitable environment of Arkham as a factor for repeat offenders, it's pretty much always as a fandom joke outside of Batman stories proper, and if there is anything wrong with the way the Asylum works, it is always the fault of particularly evil villains attached. A Lock-Up, a Jeremiah Arkham, a Hugo Strange, etc. Arkham Asylum is in general a Batman concept that's raised a lot of discussions and calls for revision over the years, and a lot of the issues with it tie into larger issues around superhero depictions of the carceral system, that @artbyblastweave went into here.

Here, in large part because this is a realistic world and a Gotham without a rampaging supervillain contingent of repeat offenders who can magically break out constantly, it is never into question that the patients are the victims of this system, and if they are being turned into potential supervillains, it is because of Arkham inflicting this on them. This is an Arkham Asylum that remains a nightmarish, horrific force in this world, but not because it's Castle Dracula where all the crazy villains hang out, not even just because the rest of Gotham is hopelessly rotten and corrupt, but because it's a mental institution and depicted accordingly. It gets to dig into the real life horrors mental institutions inflict on it's patients without having to justify those measures as benign or necessary to keep crazy crimes from happening. Frankly, this take on Arkham Asylum has been long overdue.

In every form of Batman media, just about the worst thing that can happen at any given moment is Arkham Asylum falling and it's inmates escaping into the streets, that's generally what happens when Batman needs to deal with apocalyptic stakes (which is why of course it happens all the fucking time now). Here, that scenario would be regarded with cheer, because the worst thing that can happen in this universe is being sent to Arkham Asylum. It isn't just Batman's unofficial personal prison / punching gallery, if anything it massively raises the stakes on this Batman's next adventures, because now we know this is what's waiting for him if he gets caught and unmasked.

I like that Sofia and Oz are both trying to save/protect those they see as younger versions of themselves, while inflicting on them the kinds of tragedies that ultimately created them

Oz reached out to this poor disabled kid from the streets and is showing him the ropes, while also belittling him as a nobody and distorting his worldview and dragging him into life or death cornered scrapdog situations chipping away at his morals. Sofia saves her little niece who laughs at bad table manners and doesn't quite do what her family says, gently lulling her to sleep so she can kill her mom and her entire family.

Extremely important that Sofia Falcone makes her formal arrival as a villain by showing up dressed in a sexy yet fitting extension of her trauma / cultural reference (The Yellow Wallpaper / the walls in her mother's bedroom), before putting on a mask and enacting Gotham's first Mass Casualty Gas Attack, we love to see it.

I was frankly already calling Sofia one of my favorite Bat-villains even before this episode, I'm just glad everyone seems to be on the same page with me now. I'm seeing a lot of posts on Twitter and Instagram talking about how they're rooting for Sofia instead of Oz, that she deserves to win this war, and good, fucking amazing that they're doing this, again, this show is hitting home runs I could not have foreseen.

It is incredible what a character they've made out of Sofia, and the fact that we now see Oz as her antagonist as much as we see Sofia as his, and the fact that if Penguin wins, he will win this as a villain. He will steal a victory he does not deserve and rub it in your face and he will make the children of the world cry for it as any villain worth his name should be doing, and it frankly wouldn't be much of a fight if Sofia wasn't every bit the complicated, engaging protagonist he is. Lauren LeFranc claimed that she sees Sofia is the closest the show has to a hero even if she is not, and this is the episode that sold everyone on it.

Halfway through the show and it's only gotten better and better, can't wait for what's coming next.

#dc comics #the penguin #hbo #max #hbo max #cristin milioti #sofia falcone #carmine falcone #lauren lefranc #the batman

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lonelierthanu · 4 months ago

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Satoru Gojo x Gender-neutral Reader

series: incomplete

words: 4.9k

warnings: cursing; funny; meet-ugly; no mentioned female or male anatomy; no spoilers; no curses; slow build; slow to update; college au

summary: your new boyfriend has a fiancé? But now you’re the fiancé. Of course you don’t know what the fuck to do.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 …+

Before departing the questionable safety of your apartment, you were nervous to venture out of it. It was the realization that you and Satoru spending so much time together that had given the wrong impression that caused the sudden anxiety. You weren’t being treated terribly, per say, but it was the whispers and snickers, maybe even a light shove at your shoulder that had you convinced the torment would only get worse once the break was over. It was like you were waiting for the bomb to drop.

You went through your entire school career since you were eight avoiding any sort of drama. Seeing the things your older sister went through was evidence enough. From being bullied to being cheated on, you saw the misery drama filled chaos brought upon her and others, and you made it your life’s mission to avoid it.

Your head was on a three-sixty swivel the entire walk to the bakery you were meant to meet your project partner at. Though, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. With the encounters you’ve had with Kaiya and her entourage you thought it’d be much worse. You thank the stars it wasn’t.

When you concluded last night that the amount of time you and Satoru have been spending together is a problem, you decided you want to broach the idea of keeping your interactions to a minimum. You really want that—honestly ridiculous—rumor to die off so the paranoia of getting pelted with tomatoes or something can also go away.

If he shows up.

It’s been twenty minutes since you’ve arrived and still no sign of him. You tried to order something to pass the time, but the prices here are out of this world. Makes sense as it was Satoru’s recommendation. Getting increasingly impatient, you’re about to shoot your project partner a text letting him know you won’t wait much longer. Then you notice the man is already walking towards you.

“Hey babe, I’ve got a surprise for you” he says with a saccharine tone that makes you cringe.

“I told you not to call me that,” You go to put your phone in your pocket while your other hand swipes a finger across the mousepad to wake your sleeping laptop.

“You said not to call you baby,” He plops himself and all of his crap onto the booth across from you, “Nothing about babe,”

“Well don’t call me that either,” You go to reach for your bag.

“M’kay sweetie~” he teases. You pause to glare at him.

“Gojo.” You warn, tone stern.

“Last name?” he places a hand against his chest in faux hurt, “It’s Satoru to you pumpkin,”

“ugh, stop.” You reach into your bag again to grab your notes and resume typing, “The nicknames are getting worse.” Satoru laughs.

“About that surprise, cupcake,”

“Please—“ you begin to plead, not looking away from your screen.

“I think you’ll really love it,” he interrupts.

“I don’t really care for any surprise,” from you, you wanted to tack on, but felt that might be too mean.

“But I know you’ll love it~” he sang.

“I don’t care~” you sang back, mocking him.

“C’mon love muffin,” he pouts.

“If I indulge this will you stop calling me stupid nicknames?”

“Yes,” You know he’s lying.

“What's the surprise?” You stop typing to cross your arms and level with him.

“Before I tell you that, I need you to come somewhere with me tonight,”

“Hell no,”

“You didn’t even let me finish,” he whines.

“I don't need to. No surprise you have up your sleeve is worth it,” it’s silent between the two of you and, for a moment, you think you might’ve hurt his feelings, then you see his fat ugly (not really) smirk begin to form on his face.

“You don’t like me,” he states; it wasn’t a question. Your brows furrow as you look away. You feel a little embarrassed that you don’t like him for seemingly no good reason to anyone but yourself, but you don’t deny this claim either, “which is perfect,” he adds after a beat. The furrow in your brows deepens when you look back at him.

“Huh?”

“I just need some harmless company for a thing I have to go to tonight.”

“And what does not liking you have to do with that?”

“That’s how I know you won’t try to sleep with me,” your expression goes blank as you blink at him. “If I ask anyone else they’ll assume that I am, and cling to me for the rest of the year. I already have enough desperate people trying to win my favor, I don’t need another one.” What? He’s so fucking popular that he knows any other rando he asks will immediately bend over backwards for him? As if anyone can fall for this egotistical prick. Your expression must have conveyed your disgust because suddenly the prick in question was laughing. “See? You’re perfect,” he says in between giggles.

“I’m glad you find this funny,” You continue to type on your laptop. “My answer is still no.”

“Pleeeeeease? I promise I'll make it worthwhile,” he attempts to give you puppy dog eyes over his sunglasses. You roll your eyes.

“What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you out of my own free will,”

He shrugs, “I’ll pay you,” And again, he has pissed you off. Because this spoiled brat seems to think he can do whatever he wants and buy whomever he wants just because he has the money to do so. You know he has money, but you don’t give a single fuck.

“I don’t care,” you almost groan, your patience running thin at his insistence and, frankly, ignorant behavior.

“I can make those girls leave you alone,” he tries. You keep your eyes on your laptop screen, your brows furrowing once again out of annoyance. As much as the thought of hanging out with this pampered highlighter outside of obligation gives you a headache, the thought of being able to walk through the halls peacefully again does make you want to consider it. And even though you were initially pissed off at his offer of money you know damn well you aren’t walking out of this without being heavily compensated. With those factors in mind, and the added bonus of a “ surprise “, you're growing more annoyed with yourself for actually contemplating this.

Though, how bad could it really be? As much as his confidence and ignorant comments piss you off, that’s really all it is. As painful as it is to admit, Satoru actually has this…charm about him. A vibe that could make anyone feel like they’re his friend. Even though you don’t think of yourself as such, you don’t think he’s terrible. Everyone is frothing at the mouth to sleep with him or at least to be within his inner circle so that must count for something. So, you reason, whatever he’s asking couldn’t be worse than what you’ve gone through with him already.

“What would I have to do,” he flashes you an excited smile before he schools his expression into that damn smirk.

“Just dress up fancy and be ready by 8,” You scoff and shake your head.

“I swear to god if this is another frat party trap-“

“It’s not I promise,” he extends a hand towards you, as to solidify this odd deal. You look at it, then at him, and you completely ignore it, going back to typing on your laptop.

“Thirty minutes. Three hundred dollars.” you state, without looking away from your screen.

“I thought you didn’t care,”

“Clearly you don’t need my company that bad—,”

“Okay, hour and a half, one hundred dollars,” he bargains. You glare at him, pissed that he genuinely thinks so much of your time is worth so little.

“I can still say no,”

He laughs, “An hour it is. Will two hundred be alright?” you roll your eyes, starting to type. He takes that as a form of agreement and starts taking out his laptop and notes. Finally beginning to get some work done.

It didn’t take you long to get ready. You only owned one fancy-ish thing and it was your prom outfit. You only wore it that one time and you brought it with you to college just in case. You had asked Gojo later on what thing he was asking your company for and he told you it was a small gathering at a hotel. Something his grandparents threw together. At first you were worried he was having you meet them or his parents, which you were terrible at, your nerves making you act awkward leading to parents thinking you were rude. He reassured you that you weren’t, but didn’t mention much else as to who was also attending or if you were going to meet other individuals.

You threw on the thickest cardigan you could find over your outfit in an attempt to appear fancy. You had other coats and plenty of sweatshirts but nothing that would fit the occasion. Then put on a scarf that sort of matched. It was crocheted so it kind of looked a little juvenile in comparison to what you were wearing, but it was all you had. You’re still kind of annoyed at yourself for agreeing to this. Especially with how vague Satoru was being when you were trying to ask him more questions about the impending night. You’d kill him and then yourself if this is anything nearly as uncomfortable as the frat party disaster.

Your phone dings, alerting you of a message. You take it out of the pocket of the cardigan to confirm it was Satoru letting you know he’s here. You brace yourself to feel the cold night air as you open your front door. You don’t immediately see any cars as you descend the stairs from your shabby little apartment. A gust of a strong wind cuts through you, your coat not thick enough to block it. A violent shiver and a wave of irritation washes over you at the same time. You’re about to freeze your ass off and this idiot texted while he’s around the corner, making you wait in the shivering cold.

You finally see his Lexus pull up after what felt like five minutes, though it was probably only forty-five seconds. When seeing Satoru emerge from the driver’s side of the car, your eyebrows raise for two reasons.

One, he was dressed in a really nice suit and a thick long windbreaker that you were envious of. He, unfortunately, looked really good. On a regular basis it’s easy to ignore how attractive he is, considering the moment he opens his mouth it kills any sort of attraction you might have had. But in this moment you had to actively tell your brain not to think about it. Which lowkey surprised you.

Two, that he stepped out of the driver’s side. You had assumed he was going to pick you up in the same impersonal way he had done when you first went to his (real) house. You didn’t know he knew how to drive. The thought that he has a chauffeur just because he doesn't feel like driving bothers you, but you know you’d do the same. It just seems so typical of him that it’s annoying .

“Well,” he sings, “Don’t you dress up nice,” He looks at you over his sunglasses.

“I’d say the same, but your ego is big enough for the both of us,” you cross your arms in an attempt to fight off the cold.

“So you’re saying you think I look good too,” he smirks. Your lips press into a thin line, deciding to hold your tongue. Then you step forward to try to get in the car. Tired of him and the cold. He stops you before you take a second step. “Nuh uh, I’m a gentleman tonight,”

“You pick and choose when to be a gentleman?”

“Yes,” he feigns remorse, placing a pale hand on his chest, “but that’s only because very few people deserve my kindness,” he opens the passenger door for you, “You’re one of the few people that do,” he smiles, definitely teasing you.

“I feel honored,” you reply dryly.

“You should,” you scoff before plopping down in the passenger seat and yanking the door from his grasp, slamming it closed. You see him laugh more than you hear it, as you watch him walk to the drivers side. You look out your window and angle your knees to the door before he gets in, trying to convey through body language that this arrangement is purely out of obligation. You aren’t receptive to his charms and refuse to let any of your actions be confused for friendship. You’re acquaintances at best.

The ride is surprisingly smooth. You had half a mind to peek over and see what he looked like driving but decided against it, in fear you would look interested. You were, but you didn’t want him to know that.

After, what you know was five minutes, you start to grow a little antsy. The silence stretches unbearably with no site to an end soon. You cough into your fist to hide your unease, still stubbornly refusing to look at Satoru. Then, from the corner of your eye you see his long fingers toggle with the buttons on his radio. He switches through a few stations before finally landing on something. You’ve never heard the song; it sounded like it was some sort of japanese pop song for kids.

At first you think, surely, the man who judged you for your choice of pen two weeks ago can not be into this upbeat funko pop tune. But when you chance a peek at him, not only is his finger tapping to the beat against the steering wheel, he’s also mouthing the words.

You’re more surprised at yourself for not being upset at his hypocritical nature. Instead, you find amusement in the thought of him working out at the gym while this is blasting through his headphones.

Once the song ends you see that the car was beginning to come close to a grandiose white building with incredible gold detailing. The building was skyscraper height and had a glow that lit up at least a five foot radius of its surroundings. The architecture had you believing it was something straight from heaven.

He pulled closer to the plaza of the hotel, decorated with an abundance of white roses, marble columns with string lights circling around them. A giant water fountain in the middle spraying water in intricate patterns. It was intimidatingly gorgeous. As was the black marble valet you seemed to be pulling into. You see Satoru park in front of a black podium and a man in a black and gold uniform fancier than your own attire. Your jaw is properly on the floor.

Satoru gets out of the driver seat and makes quick work of getting to your side to open the door for you. You blink away all forms of shock as he does. Once the door opens he extends an open hand for you to take. You do so reluctantly and remove your scarf to leave it in the car. Now having seen the place you feel too embarrassed to take the scruffy thing with you. You’d take your cardigan off too if it wasn’t so cold. He adjusts his sunglasses before he tosses the keys to the Valet man without a glance in his direction, who bows and thanks Satoru for coming, as he begins to guide you inside.

You, on the other hand, are completely lost. And beginning to regret agreeing to go with Satoru anywhere. You were right the first time: No surprise is worth this.

You didn’t think much of the invite when you first agreed to it, just assumed that maybe he needed company for a small gathering at some semi-fancy restaurant. You were wrong. A large part of you suspects the reason Satoru was being so vague was because he knew that if you knew where he was taking you, you would have said no in a heartbeat. You grab Satoru’s (hard) bicep roughly. The only sign he acknowledged the action was the slight head tilt in your direction.

“I thought you said you needed harmless company for something your grandparents threw together? This doesn’t look thrown together at all,” you whisper aggressively, “I asked you if it was something fancy and you dodged the question. Why didn’t you tell me?” He just smiles at you softly as he guides your hand to his forearm and places his atop yours to keep it there.

“You’d’ve said no,” he hums sweetly at you. You feel a vein in your forehead pulse.

The inside of the building was even more grand than the outside. The ceilings are high enough to dangle a diamond chandelier three times the size of your apartment. Illuminating the foyer in a soft golden light. You see people wearing thick fabricked coats, garish leather boots, smooth manicures, trimmed mustaches and fancy up-dos. You feel entirely puny in this luxurious place, walking among lavish people, on the arm of an opulent idiot. You frown at the situation you’ve found yourself in and hope that whatever the fuck Satoru just dragged you to is quick and you can hide in a corner somewhere.

Satoru drags you to a set of glass doors further down the large foyer, off to the side across the bathrooms. The doors are wide open and a doorman, in a cream and gold uniform, holds a list but doesn’t even check it as he happily moves to the side and thanks Satoru for coming. The action makes you wonder who in the world this guy carrying you around like a purse is. But before you could think further on that question, you’re being swarmed by people of all ages.

Well, you’re not being swarmed. The idiot is. And, actually, they all completely ignore you. You somehow get detached from Satoru’s arm. When that happens, a sea of people come between you, then suddenly you can’t see him anymore.

Instead of trying to push your way through you decide to wait by a nearby wall. You don’t want to stray too far from the only person you know here. On your way to the wall you’ve marked as good enough, someone, a young woman that seems close to your age, meets you halfway. She grabs hold of your arm like the two of you are familiar. You bristle against the contact.

“Hello,” she begins, curtly, “I see you came here with Satoru, why is that?” She cuts straight to the chase. You are unsettled by this. Her aura gives off mean girl vibes already. You want to ignore her but the grip she has on your arm is vice-like. You wouldn't be able to shake her off without drawing attention. You try to crane your neck over the large headdress the woman is wearing to try to find the man you came here with, but she expertly spins the two of you around so your back is towards Satoru’s direction. She starts to guide you to the bar and leans in close. To anyone looking on, the two of you look like good friends. “He can’t help you,” she giggles. You frown, “He’s busy fending off his suitors and their parents,” Your confusion is evident on your face. So he wasn’t just being cocky about having desperate suitors.

“Who are you?” she now asks. Before, she didn’t seem the least bit concerned about who you were, just more upset at the fact she saw you walking arm in arm with Satoru. You tell her your name, but this answer is apparently unsatisfactory. She just hums, and doesn't offer her name back. The two of you finally make it to the bar but she still has an almost painful grip on your arm. “Who are you to Satoru?”

Your first instinct is to tell her to mind her business, but then you remember that you’ve been invited here by Satoru. He knows way more people here than you so this girl might be someone important. Though, you’re most likely never going to see this girl again so who cares. But also, if she is important she can probably get you thrown out of here with the snap of your fingers. You don’t want to have to shiver in the cold waiting for Satoru to pry himself from his entourage to try to find you. However, if you keep taking too long to answer her she might have you escorted out anyway. You wouldn’t even know how to answer the question though.

Luckily, the stars decided to smile upon you and cease your anxious thoughts, cause you hear his voice come up behind you.

“What are doing Yumi?” He questions the woman as he physically pries her away from you. She lets go easily and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“I was just getting to know your friend,” she says innocently. Your face scrunches in mild disbelief at her sudden change in demeanor. Satoru catches it, slowly becoming accustomed to reading your facial expressions well.

“I doubt that,” he says before grabbing hold of your hand and walking away. The woman, Yumi, quickly catches up with the two of you though.

“Are you going to introduce us? I want to get to know your friend,” She spits out. Clearly not interested in actually getting to know you.

“No.” he grits through clenched teeth.

“C’mon Satoru~” she whines. It makes the both of you cringe. “You have to be nice to me now ‘Toru,” Satoru stills, turning on Yumi, your hand still clutched in his.

“Firstly, don’t ever call me that.” He bites. “Secondly, nothing is ever going to happen between us so leave me alone.” he spins back around to continue walking. He starts to pick up his pace in order to shake Yumi off, and if he wasn’t holding your hand he’d shake you off too. It was hard to match the stride of his long legs with your shorter ones. It’s when you almost fall a second time, barely catching yourself before face planting on this nice marble, that you say something.

“S-Satoru, my ankles are about to snap,” you huff. Suddenly he stops. He looks at you through his thick sunglasses —seriously, does he ever take them off?— and watches as you try to catch your breath.

“Sorry,” he sighs. Still holding your hand, he guides the two of you to an empty table, secluded next to the stage that’s in the front of the room. Curtains frame the stage, so once you get to the table, you’re perfectly hidden from everyone else.

“What the fuck?” You immediately ask as soon as you’re out of view.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs again, “I didn’t know she was going to be here,”

“What did you bring me here for? What even is here?”

“Satoru?” Both of your heads snap to the person speaking. You don’t know this woman, but you would bet your first born child that it’s someone related to the white haired idiot as she also has blindingly white hair that cascaded well past her waist.

“Mom-“

“Who is this?” The woman, his mom, asks. Not even sparring you a glance. Satoru opens his mouth to say something but his mom cuts him off before he gets the chance to, stepping closer to where the two of you are standing to jab a finger at his shoulder, “How dare you bring a date to the meeting your grandfather arranged for you,”

“I didn’t ask him to do that,” Satoru grits his teeth, getting pretty worked up from what you can tell.

“Still, this is extremely disrespectful.”

“No, what was disrespectful was putting this meeting together behind my back and springing it on me the day before. And on top of that you didn’t tell me she would be here.” he juts his chin out to gesture to the rest of the large room. You think he’s talking about the unsettling woman he saved you from.

“You need to take your guest out of here and apologize to your grandfather,”

He scoffs. “You’re not even fucking listening to me,”

“What do you want me to say Satoru? You made a mess of the whole night and he won’t even speak to anyone until you apologize,” Satoru places his sunglasses on his head to scowl at her.

“That’s not my problem,” he gets closer now, standing right over his, pretty tall, mother. She looks up at him with a twin scowl on her face.

“This is too much Satoru. What are you even doing all of this for? Hm? You’re not dating anyone so-“

“Yeah I am,” His mother raises her thin brow.

“Oh really? Who?” she scoffs out.

“Who else?” Then her brows furrowed together, confused. Satoru then intertwines his fingers into the hand he was still holding. You have half a mind to rip your hand out of his grip, just now realizing he was still holding it, and ask what the fuck he thinks he’s doing. This is not what you signed up for! You look from your hand to Satoru’s mother and you see the confusion melt from her face as she looks at your hands and she crosses her arms. Her thin brow raised again.

“I don’t believe it,” Satoru rolls his eyes at her.

“Either way, tell that woman, her parents, and grandfather that I'm not doing this shit. And if they still don’t get it, tell them to kiss my ass,” You and Satoru’s mother’s jaws drop simultaneously, maybe hers a second later because it took her brain a second to really register what her son had just said to her. Either way, you’re both equally dumbfounded. And it seems the reaction pleases Satoru. His infamous smirk returns as he brings your hand to his lips and places a chaste kiss to the back of it. He begins to stride away, your hands still interlocked.

Then you hear a banshee scream.

“Satoru! Wait!” The man in question doesn’t even look back and picks up his pace, your legs moving before your brain can catch up as Satoru pulls you along. You look back to see a fuming Yumi trying her best to catch you two in her tall heels. Satoru rushes through the door, the door man barely even bending at his waist to bid him goodbye. Your palm is sweating against his, and you’re hyper-aware of every set of eyes burning into your back.

“What the fuck.” you hiss under your breath, but Satoru doesn’t stop until you’re both back in the lobby, away from the thick air of scrutiny and rich propriety. Only then does he slow his pace, turning to you with that infuriated grin. Your confusion grows into anger at the sight of it.

“That went well, don’t you think?” You snatch your hand from his grasp and resist the urge to smack him upside the head.

“What the hell was that? You wanna explain why I got roped into pretending we’re dating?” Satoru rubs the back of his neck, but there’s no shame in his expression. If anything, he looks amused.

“Well, I needed an excuse to get out of a forced engagement setup,”

You gape at him “Engagement?” He shrugs like it’s nothing, adjusting his sunglasses.

“Yeah. My grandad’s been trying to marry me off to some rich family’s daughter for ages. Thought I’d make my thoughts on the matter more clear,”

“So dragging me into your family drama was the best idea you could come up with?” Satoru grins wider, leaning in slightly.

“If i'd told you the truth would you have gone along with it?”

“No!” you snap. “Absolutely not! And now I’ve probably got a bounty on my head because these weird rich people think I’m your fiance or something!” He pats your shoulder, like he’s congratulating you for completing a marathon.

“Relax. You’ll probably never see them again. And if you do, just tell them I broke your heart or something. Should be easy to believe.” You close your eyes, inhaling deeply in an effort to stop yourself from committing murder.

“I swear to god, one of these days—“

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off playfully. “You’ll smother me with a pillow, push me down a flight of stairs, shank me in an alleyway. I’ve heard it all before.” He strides ahead of you, out to the valet. You glare at his back, but your anger slowly turns into exhaustion. You begin to follow him.

“So what now?” He checks his watch.

“Well, since we’re already dressed up and out, wanna grab a bite to eat?” You blink at him, incredulous.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I know.” he sing-songs, placing his sunglasses back on.

You hate that that makes you laugh.

With a resigned sigh, you wrap your cardigan tighter around yourself, trying to firm the cold. “Fine. But you’re paying. And I’m getting the most expensive thing on the menu.” Satoru beams, placing a hand over his heart.

“My dear, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You roll your eyes, already regretting your life choices, but as you watch his car pull up to the valet stand, there’s a tiny—very tiny—part of you that doesn’t mind the chaos as much as you should.

And you hate it.

(･ω<)☆

i’m always thinking, “why don’t i ever write series?” This. This is why. I run out of creativity to write anything for like three months then randomly get an idea. but then when i go to write the idea i suddenly dont know how to write anymore and have no idea where to start 😭

also i’m thinking of starting a taglist? should i?

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compendiumofdecay · 2 months ago

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Do you think Shigaraki would be into:

Pet play

Hypnosis

Body functions/gross play (emet0, eruct0, etc.)

Breeding

Musk/Sweat

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ah alright we have a list LOL. i'll break it down

MDNI.

this one's longer, read below the cut 🫶

pet play: eh. 5/10.

he would probably engage in it if his partner was into it, but it's not a huge kink of his. he's seen catgirls, which he does find hot, and he could probably get behind some basic level puppy play, but nothing beyond that. i think if anything, yeah he'd be into the whole cat-girl/boy thing, and would NOT complain if his partner had ears/tail etc. but he's more into "primal play" which is less pet behavior and more animalistic and feral, like growling, biting, scratching.

however, he has heard of A/B/O dynamics and has had a few fantasies about that. which could tie in to 1) breeding and 2) musk/smell.

hypnosis: not really, 3/10.

this is gonna sound silly but the first person i associate hypnoplay with is mr. compress. cause he's a magician LOL.

he wouldn't really want to have to force someone to obey him like that. he would rather have a partner willing to obey his commands and fulfill his desires, and in turn he will do the same. he thinks mind control is going too far, honestly- and he isn't necessarily into anything "consensual-non-consensual" unless boldly and thoroughly discussed beforehand. he likes his partner level-headed, otherwise he feels like he has to bribe them or trick them into loving him, and that's not at all what he wants.

bodily functions: overall, 5/10.

emeto: not his thing. 0/10.

nope. he spent a LOT of his youth and even into adulthood sick, and nauseous. he does not associate being sick with anything sexual or euphoric. in fact, (and i might be projecting a bit but im allowed to do that and so are you) he may have developed an aversion to vomit over the years, doing his best to avoid it as much as possible. granted, he won't have a full-blown fear since he's desensitized, but it does remind him of pain and trauma.

eructophilia (i had to google this term, thank u for teaching me lol): ehhhh 5/10? depending?

tbh? this is an odd one! no judgement zone here, i can kinda see where you could apply it to tomu. i did my research on this pretty quickly- but i think the lack of manners might be the most intriguing part of this kink to him.

i hc him as being kinda crude to begin with- so this actually checks out. although AFO most likely beat manners into him, he would do everything in his power to rebel against that whenever he could. another reason why things like his room being dirty, his (i don't really hc often, but some ppl do) lack of hygiene, his attitude, and his vocabulary make sense for him and his upbringing.

as far as being a giver/receiver, i think he wouldn't gaf either way but if his partner had the kink, it wouldn't change him one bit. he'd be gross around them regardless, so it's a win for both of them.

other body stuff?: not really, 4/10 if i'm being unspecific

if anything, yeah he would probably dabble in stuff like the aforementioned, but mostly in passing. he might get off to the occasional "combo" porn of like, watersports/drunk or intox/eructo stuff but that's once in a blue moon prob. he may have went through a phase with it though, just to experiment. he gets bored easily.

breeding: depends, 6/10

yk what, hell yeah?

i don't think he wants specifically to impregnate his partner BUT he loves to cum inside. he sees it as a way to "mark his territory", plus he's a glutton for filling up his partner over and over and watching it spill out.

while he's inside though, he'll definitely say shit to give his partner a quick "scare". stuff like, "gonna fill you up", "gonna breed you", "gonna make you mine", etc. strap in bitches. he's possessive. (heart eyes)

side note: he's super into anything bukkake, creampies, facials, etc. he loves making a mess.

musk/sweat: 7/10 for specific reasons tbh

this is gonna sound weird but yeah! the reasoning behind this one is a bit more wholesome, actually- but he just loves the scent of his partner. he associates it with being comfortable and loved.

he's not an armpit licker or anything, but he definitely loves anything regarding his partner/their natural state. in the morning, he'd cling and just sniff their hair, saying how good they smell, etc. he gets warm thinking about it.

he also fucking loves the smell of sex. like, when he's finished with his partner, he loves the smell of them on his body and will let it hang heavy in the air for a bit before actually letting himself or his lover shower.

he's seen porn on armpits and knows it's actually kinda common, but he just doesn't fuck with it like that. but yeah, if his s/o comes home from a mission dirty and sweating and a little bloody, oh he'll make sure they're nice and clean when he's done with them. mhm.

okay. mic drop. thank u for the ask this one was fun to look into

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elizawritestoo · 2 months ago

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pretty when i cry (masterlist)

pairing: s1 dean winchester x f!reader

summary: what can you do when the one you love leaves again and again?

series warnings (18+): angst, smut

prologue

1. don't say you need me when (18+)

2. you leave and you leave again

3. i'm stronger than all my men

4. except for you

5. i can't do it, i can't do it

6. but you do it best

IMPORTANT: for any updates, parts, posts, etc. that relate to this fic, please check out the tag entitled "pretty when i cry spn fic" for my page, everything related to this fic should be tagged (be patient if i forget lol)

so you wanna know more about the fic and my plan >> (click keep reading)

notes: more warnings and info to come, i promise! i currently just have a rough idea of the whole series but i'm so excited for it!

the series idea came from the song Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Rey, so all of the chapter names are lyrics from that song

it's going to be season 1 dean in terms of characterization (and looks LMAO) but! this is definitely not canon! there may be some allusions to things that happen in the show, but definitely will not be canon.

i know this is going to be a very angst-filled and sad fic. i don't know for sure yet, but it is looking like a very ambiguous ending

this story will be 18+. idk how much freaky nasty will take place or the level of it, but i'm pretty sure it'll be in there somewhere (those chapters will be marked).

there is a possibility i add a chapter or two in there, but for rn it looks like it'll just be the six chapters i have outlined above :)

#dean winchester #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester angst #supernatural #dean supernatural #dean winchester smut #pretty when i cry spn fic

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shanastoryteller · 2 years ago

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happy pride! god zagreus, please?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

It's not that difficult to find the bright, blazing light of Zagreus above the surface and pull himself there. He didn't even go very far - he's still on the same mountain as the entrance to the underworld.

Except when he appears, it's nothing like the mountaintop he remembers. All his angry words die on his tongue, replaced with a tentative sort of wonder.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Zagreus asks, beaming as he gestures to the lush forest and garden, full of plants and fruit that he's never seen before, in colors that shouldn't exist.

It's wild, but cultivated. They're in front of a fountain and there's a cobblestone path winding deeper into the forest, and even a hammock and a fishing pole near the pond, which is the part that he focuses on because it's the part that's connected to the Zagreus that he knows. He can easily imagine him lounging in that hammock for hours, pole held in a lazy grip that flicks back whenever he feels a bite.

"Prince?"

He turns and there is a woman coming up the path. She's beautiful, for a mortal, and just as lush as the greenery surrounding them. Zagreus's power is all around them, but she glows with it, giving her a subtle golden aura that any immortal could pick up on.

"Eliana," Zagreus says warmly. "Your father is taken care of. He was bragging about you to Sisyphus when I left."

She smiles, and it's tinged with sadness, but she says, "Thank you. You're all he talked about at the end. He was so excited to meet you."

He ducks his head. "Well, I hope I lived up to his expectations."

Zagreus had said that he wasn't married, but what else can this mortal be, who is cloaked in his power and speaks to him so casually? Thanatos's stomach flips then fills with acid.

"You never disappoint," she reassures, voice warm and fond and familiar. She flickers her eyes in his direction and raises an eyebrow.

"Ah," Zagreus's grin widens. "There's someone I want you to meet. This is Thanatos, the god of death, and, more importantly, he is my oldest and dearest friend."

She bows to him deeply, although she does not fully prostrate herself, which he feels uncharacteristically miffed about.

"Thanatos, this is Eliana. She is my high priestess. She oversees my the building of my temples and my orchards and is charged with discharging blessings in my name."

Ah.

No wonder she had not gotten to her knees before him. That level of devotion is reserved only for the god who's power she wields.

"You're a god," he says, staring at Zagreus, trying to reconcile everything he thought he knew with what's in front of him.

He smiles, teasing. "I've always been a god."

Yes and no.

He was always a god, but one without a domain. One without temples or worshippers or tributes. Even Thanatos doesn't have temples in his name.

"What are you the god of?" he asks, trying to ignore the tightness in his throat.

Eliana answers, "Our Prince is the god of life and the god of blood. Only he can provide shelter against the endless winter."

Thanatos blinks, because out of everything he's been told, this is the most unbelievable. "You - you're trying to stand against Demeter?"

"I have been standing against Demeter," he says, that familiar arrogance in every line of his body. "Who besides me? I am the son of the Lord of the Underworld and the Goddess of Spring. I will stave off death and call forth spring, for I am the god of life."

Fuck.

Thanatos misses a couple minutes ago when he thought they just had a civil war to deal with.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #hades game

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simphornies · 1 year ago

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A/N: A bit shorter but 👀 Let me know what you think! 🫶

Word count: 2.8k (2,844) Warnings: a little bit angsty

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, finale

Deal Breaker [ Vox x Angel!Reader ] part 4

You didn’t even bother putting your things away neatly as you usually do. You furiously walked out your room, slamming the door behind you. You looked down every hallway you passed as you headed to the lobby. You headed over to the bar to ask Husk if he’s seen Alastor but before you could say anything, Angel Dust stopped you in your tracks with a tight, four-armed hug.

“Y/N! Holy shit…” He looked at you with tears in his eyes. His black scleras were now gone and back to normal. For a moment your rage subsided. You smiled at him and held him close, rubbing his back. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Your heart melted, remembering what you were truly in Hell for. “Of course, Angel Dust. Anything for my friends.” You look over at Husk who gives you a heartfelt smile.

Angel Dust was crying tears of happiness as you comforted him. He calmed down soon enough, repeating his gratitude for your actions over and over. You sigh and look at Husk, “Has anyone seen Alastor?”

“He’s up in his radio tower, probably doing a broadcast. Why?” Husk asked you, his eyes filled with confusion. You shook your head, not wanting him to ask further and he just nodded.

You flew up to his tower, fuming. You burst into his tower and he just greets you with a smile.

“Y/N! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit to my tower this fine morning?” He held his hands behind his back, unaware of your anger towards him.

“I told you to not fuck with Vox, Alastor.” You hissed at him.

He cocked his head to the side, eyes squinted, “Whatever do you mean, my dear?” He asks you.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know you hurt Vox in that alleyway last night.” You screamed, “You could’ve killed him!”

He rolled his eyes, looking at his claws, disinterested in your accusations, “Oh trust me, if I wanted to kill him…I would have done so already.” His voice was laced with radio static. “But I haven’t laid a single finger on him, Y/N. He must be lying to you.”

You shook your head, “That’s bullshit! The marks on him matched your claws and I know how you attack other demons that interfere with your plans.” Your wings appeared behind you, eyes appearing on your hair and your wings as you took a step closer to the demon.

Alastor’s eyes turned black, his own demon form emerging slowly, “Y/N, I had no intention of harming anyone yesterday. Why I was just here at the hotel aiding Charlie!” He says, taking a step back for every step forward you took. You were seething in rage, refusing to believe that Vox lied to you. “I have better things to do over harming that noisy picture box. He’s too pathetic for me to entertai-”

SLAP.

Alastor fell to the floor, ears flat against his head. He looked up at you shocked as he held his cheek, “Y/N-”

“Save it, Alastor. You have a track record of being untrustworthy when it comes to your words.” You angrily say to him, “Vox has no motive to lie to me and he’s been nothing but kind to me and everyone in the hotel. But you,” You knelt down to his level, your finger at his chest, “You’ve been hostile and unforgiving. Untrusting of his attempts at collaboration with us because of what? Your pride?” You scoffed, “Makes sense why you’re in this ring instead of the others. Your pride stops you from seeing reason and giving second chances to anyone.”

You turned away from him, getting ready to leave his tower. “He’s proven his word to me. He’s broken Angel Dust’s contract with Valentino and you? You stand proud as if you’ve done so much more than assist every now and then with the hotel. You keep Husk on a leash and don’t think I don’t know that you keep a close eye on him ensuring he doesn’t speak about the deal. I know you’ve threatened him to keep his mouth shut. You really want me to help you break that deal that chains you down?” You look over your shoulder at him with rage-filled eyes, “Break that deal and prove your word. And don’t hurt Vox for trying to help the hotel.”

Alastor’s smile remained on his face but you saw his shadow frown. The infamous and feared radio demon cowered in fear knowing that if you really wanted to, you could take his life with ease just as Adam did. Maybe worse. Before you could leave the tower he speaks up, “I’ll break the deal Husk has with me.” You paused in your tracks, refusing to look at him. “Y/N you are a friend of mine and I promise you. I did not harm Vox last night. I swear to you I’ve been at the hotel. Ask everyone! I’ve been here this whole time. Trust me, Y/N. I would never show anyone weakness. You are correct, it is my pride that sets me back but I have proven to you that I am able to put that aside when it’s just us, have I not?”

He was right. He never showed himself to be anything but strong but he’s confided in you. He was one of the first friends you’ve made at the hotel. You turn to look at him on the floor and…was that fear in his eyes? Your eyes began to fill with tears, “Alastor…”

“I will prove to you, as my friend, that I am to be trustworthy. If there is anybody I am willing to prove my undying loyalty to, it is you. You are the one who saved me after all.”

You knelt at his side, placing your glowing hand on the cheek that you had slapped. “I’m sorry, I…I was filled with rage. That was unbecoming of me, I am sorry.” You apologized, “I…But why would he lie to me? What purpose…”

“To gain your trust, my dear.” He hissed, “I can undoubtedly assure you he wants you for himself. I know him, Y/N. He craves power as much as I do and he wants to keep you by his side and take you away from us.” A part of you truly wanted to believe in him, but the love that you suddenly had for Vox was overpowering your senses. He had become your weakness.

Back at Vox’s building, he sat in his security room laughing menacingly. He had seen you leave in a fit of rage through his cameras and found enjoyment in his plan. He rewinded the footage to rewatch you angrily go up Alastor’s radio tower. If Alastor’s presence didn’t interfere with cameras, he would have one in there to watch what you were going to do to Alastor. His face dropped when he saw you enraged. He didn’t understand why but he felt absolute guilt for lying to you. He had Valentino hire some random demon to attack him in that alleyway, making sure they had claws like Alastor to make it more believable.

The more he looked at your face on the screen, he noticed the tears in your eyes and he couldn’t take it anymore. He felt horrible. He’s never felt such emotion so strongly before. He started to think that maybe he should tell you the truth and drop the act but he was in too deep to turn back.

He left the security room and walked into his meeting room, stressed out of his mind. Valentino and Velvette were there waiting for him.

“Fucking finally!” Valentino groaned, “You took forever stalking your little angel bitch.” Valentino calling you a bitch made Vox’s eye twitch. He remained quiet.

“So how’d the plan go? Is it working?” Velvette looked at Vox excitedly, “Is she wrapped around your little finger?”

He quietly took a deep breath and put on a fake smile for his colleagues, “Of course it’s worked. Soon Y/N will be fighting for us.” He grinned but the smile faded from his face quickly.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Velvette watched him closely, noting his odd behavior. Usually he’d be ecstatic but he stood like he regretted his decisions. And he did. The time you two have spent together made him fall for you but his pride stopped him from turning back on his original plan.

“I don’t know. I…” He sighed and sat down, “I can’t fucking understand this feeling.”

“Ecstaticity?” Velvette suggested.

“Or maybe you’re horny from the power we’re about to get?” Valentino laughed, blowing out a thick cloud of smoke that faded into hearts.

“No it’s like. It’s like everytime I see Y/N’s face my heart stops beating.” He ranted. Velvette’s eyes widened and stared at Vox. “Everytime I hear her laugh, I want to hear it more.” Valentino’s smile faded and he stared at him alongside Velvette. “I want to keep that smile she always has on her face. I…”

Velvette and Valentino slammed their fists on the table. “Are you fucking kidding me right now Vox?” Velvette snapped at him, “Are you really telling me you’re falling in love with the fucking angel?” She scoffed and got up in her face, “You’re fucking kidding right?”

“Falling in love?” He questioned. Suddenly the dots connected in his head. He realized that he truly was falling for you. He fell for your kindness, your strength and your pride in your power.

“That’s fucking pathetic Vox. You can’t fall in love.” Velvette grabbed him by the collar, “You’re supposed to use her. She’s a fucking tool.”

“You’re seriously falling for the princesa’s second angel?” Valentino sassed, “You have me, Vox~” His hand caressed Vox’s shoulder seductively.

Vox pushed them both off of him, his left eye spiraling in anger. “I can feel and do whatever the fuck I want. Maybe I am falling for Y/N. So fucking what?” He spat back.

“You’re getting weak, Vox.” Valentino shook his head in disappointment.

“Get the fuck out! Both of you!” He screamed, seething in anger at the insults they’d thrown at you more than the ones they’d thrown at him.

“I wonder what the little angel would think if she found out about your little plan~” Velvette grinned at him, a threatening look in her eyes. “I think I should remind you that you’re supposed to be an overlord, Vox.”

He zapped in front of Velvette, grabbing her by the collar and lifting her up to his brightly glowing face. “Velvette.” He screamed, “Stand the fuck down. You’re not doing shit.” He growled.

She laughed in response, putting her hand on his, “And what are you going to do about it, Vox?” She teased.

He sent electric shocks throughout her body, making her scream at the sudden pain, before throwing her on the ground. Valentino rushed behind Vox, quickly turning him around. He landed a punch on his face, cracking his screen. Vox screamed as sparks flew from the cracks. He growled and grabbed his hand, flashing his screen brightly to stun the moth demon. He zapped him the same way he did to Velvette, throwing him on the floor next to her.

“Don’t fuck with me. I do what the fuck I want.” He spat at them.

Velvette managed a weak laugh, “Who knows? Maybe Alastor’s already told her that he was never here to begin with. It’s only a matter of time before your little bitch finds out you were lying.”

“And what do you think she’s going to say then, hm?” Valentino chuckled, recovering from the zap. “How’s your little ‘relationship’ going to work out?”

Vox gritted his teeth and zapped out of the office into his security room. He sat down in his chair, leg shaking with anxiety. “Fuck fuck fuck…” He muttered.

You sulked in your room, not knowing what to feel about the whole situation. Alastor was your friend, his vulnerability made you want to believe him but he also knew that vulnerability was your weakness. You’d fallen for Vox and you didn’t want to believe that he’d do something like that. You didn’t want to call and ask him either. You sighed and buried yourself under the blankets, your wings wrapping around you for comfort.

You heard the door open. “Go away.” You groaned. You felt someone sit next to you, it was Vaggie.

“I heard what happened.” She rubs your shoulder, “Vox is saying that Alastor hurt him and Alastor’s saying he’s lying.” You stayed quiet. “Hey. I know how it is.” You glanced at her and she gave you a warm smile, “Everyone’s flawed down here. Do you wanna talk about it?”

You were quiet for a moment, not wanting to talk but decided to get it off your chest anyways. “I just…I trust Alastor. I know you don’t trust him as much as I do but I was filled with so much rage that I…I hit him. I didn’t even bother asking, I just slapped him.” You swear you just saw Vaggie grin excitedly at the thought of Alastor getting hit but she dropped her grin the moment you looked at her. “And…Vox. I don’t know who to trust.”

“Well, have you talked to him?” She asks. You shake your head. “How about you start there?” “What if Alastor did hurt him? What if he lied? And what if I ask Vox and he says he lied? What if Alastor was right and he was just manipulating me?” You tear up, “I really did fall in love with him. He broke Angel Dust’s contract and kept his word so far. I just-” You broke down into tears.

“Hey. We’re in the Hazbin Hotel. This place is all about second chances. We forgave Sir Pentious despite his initial bad intentions. Charlie forgave me for not telling her about me being an exorcist.” She sighed, “She forgave me for not telling her I’m stuck down here because of the extermination! You know, maybe he has bad intentions, maybe he doesn’t. But at the end of day, everyone in Hell is flawed. It’s the actions that matter.” You wiped your tears away and nodded, understanding her points. “Think about it, okay? Maybe call him. Talk to him.” She gave you a hug before leaving your room.

You pulled out the phone Vox gave you and stared at his contact. Your finger hovered over the call button but you couldn’t get yourself to press it. You were heartbroken at the thought that either Alastor or Vox were lying. Your heart felt heavy. You hadn’t felt this emotion in so long.

While your finger hovered over Vox’s call button, your phone suddenly started to get a slew of texts that went too fast for you to read in the notifications. As you try to click on one of the many messages, Valentino calls you. You reluctantly answered. “Hello?” You weakly spoke out, your shaky voice evident.

“Hello angel~” He purred. You hated that nickname if it didn't come from Vox or any of your closest friends.

“What do you want, Val?”

“I just want you to know that you’re lucky Vox broke that contract off with Angel Dust.” He hissed into the phone, “Because if he was still mine he would be in my studio right now getting absolutely fucked to death. And I mean it. To. Death.” He laughed.

His laughter faded into the background as he passed it to somebody else. It was Velvette.

“And I want you to know that we are coming for you stupid little hotel. We stocked up on Carmilla’s weapons and we’re coming straight for you, holy bitch.” She cackled, “And just so you know. Your little lovebug Vox has been lying to you. He doesn’t want you. He wants your power! Hah! I can’t believe you really fell for it.”

“...What..?” You were in shock, almost dropping your phone.

“Little Voxy here decided to fuck with us and I’m going to safely assume it’s because of you.”

“Watch out, Y/N~ We’ll be there when you least expect it.” Valentino says in the background. The two let out a sinister laugh as the call ends abruptly.

You were speechless. You didn’t know what else to do except run out of your room to warn the staff of the attack.

“Guys!” You yell out from the stairs, “Get ready! Arm yourselves!”

“What?! What’s going on?” Charlie says, panicked at your frantic state.

“The Vees are coming. And they have angelic weapons. They…Something happened to Vox and now Valentino and Velvette are coming!”

“Shit-When? How do you know?”

“They just got off the phone and-”

BOOM.

A loud explosion comes from outside of the hotel. The building began to shake and before you could say anything else everyone’s expressions went from anger to worry as they ran towards you. You looked up and saw debris falling down right where you stood.

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